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Films of Anger

part 2

sebastian vettel x schumacher!reader

summary: brocedes 2.0 basically. childhood best friend's fight on track turns into a fight in real life

warning: light angst with a bit of fluff sprinkled in xD

"Papa, let me go!" Michael Schumacher's arms around you were the only thing that stopped you from attacking Sebastian right now. You fought against the stone grip around your body, trying to reach for Sebastian, who was held back by Kimi, though he wasn't exactly fighting much against the Fin's grip.

Michael moved his head down so it was leveled with your own. "You have to calm down." His usually soft voice when he spoke to you, was stoic. You were scared to look at him after hearing it so close to you.

"He almost killed me!" You insisted, voice firey as you stared Sebastian down. Your statement was followed by aggressive shouting from both you and Sebastian, catching the attention from all around. Although most of the people couldn't understand the angry german words leaving either of your lips, the tone spoke more than words could.

"If you drove properly, neither of us would have DNF'd." Sebastian shouted. Once again you started to fight your fathers iron grip, trying to fight Sebastian. You heard your father huff, and felt your feet leave the ground as the man behind you lifted you up in the air, to carry you off.

"Papa!" You shouted, wiggling your body. "Let me down!"

"I let you down if you promise not to try and beat up Sebastian and come and talk to me."  He announced carrying you around the paddock. The more distance he brought between you and Sebastain, the more embarrassment started to fill you after noticing the many judging looks people threw at you. Cameras were locked onto the two of you, filming the whole ordeal.

"I promise. I swear, we can talk, just please let me down." You said quickly. Michael nodded and let you down, his hands though stayed put on your shoulders to make sure that you won't run off.

"Do you want me to grap your mother?" Michael asked, looking down at you, but you just shook your head. You didn't want to see the disappointing look in her eyes, knowing that she probably saw the whole scene live on TV in the garage. "No." "

Alright." Michael nodded, one arm thrown around your shoulders, the other gripping the other. Silently he led you through the paddock. You kept your head down, still feeling eyes and cameras set on you, trying to get a look at your face. Your father threw each and everyone a look that silenced them without doubt.

He was well aware of the stupidity of the situation you and Sebastian acted upon, but he didn't think that it was anybody's business to know what truly went on.

When you passed the garages you frowned, thinking that Michael was gonna drag you into a silent corner of the Ferrari or Mercedes garage, but your journey went on towards the motor homes. Pushing into the Ferrari Motor home, you went through the halls up to your drivers room.

When the door closed your shoulders dropped, sluggish you moved to the couch, throwing yourself onto the cushions. You felt your father's presence standing by the door and without a look, you knew what he looked like. Like waves, the questions rolled off of him.

Trying to waste time before you had to speak, you opened your driving suit to let your body cool down from the heated situation.

"What happend?" His voice broke the tension. You thought you were prepared for anger in his voice, but all you heard was sympathy, and that broke you. Tears filled your eyes, while you tries to keep it together you looked up through swimming sight. Your voice was on the verge of breaking as you spoke.

"I messed up, Papa." Michael sighed at the sight of you. He wanted to be angry, but how could he when you looked so broken. He shook his head, moving to sit next to you and pull you in his arms.

"What happened?" He asked again head on top of your own. You had your head pressed against his chest, breathing heavily.

"I think I broke our friendship off." You muttered thinking about what happened just after the race.

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1996

The first time you met Sebastian was when your were seven years old. He was nine and just won a race. Your father was the one handing out the trophies.

You weren't old enough to drive in the same league as Sebastian yet, but you were always tagging alongside your father when it came to anything racing related. It was your thing. Papa and Y/N's thing.

Racing was what connected you. The hours you spent in your garage building on your kart alongside your father. Nothing brought you more contentment than that.

It was lunch time when you were standing by a concession stand waiting for your food, when little Sebastian approached to order his own.

"What did you get?" He asked noticing your wide eyes looking up at the counter, waiting impatiently on your food. When the little blonde boy spoke, you looked over. An adorable smile graced his face when he noticed your wide eyes.

"Currywurst. For me and my Papa." You had announced to him, giving a toothy grin. Sebastian nodded excitedly.

"It's his favourite." You added whispering as if it was the most important secret. Sebastian laughed leaning over to you to answer in the same hushed voice. "It's my favourite as well."

Giggling filled the air around the two of you.

"I just saw you race." You told him after the giggles stopped. "I think you were really good, and so did my Papa."

The blonde boy blushed lightly looking down at his shoes.

"Thank you."

"Did you race as well, or a sibling?" He asked but you shook your head. "I do race, but I'm not old enough to race with you. I'm here because my Papa was giving out the trophies."

Sebastian halted, his eyes were wide as he stared at you. You titled your head at him, although you were used to these types of reactions from people, it never seized to amaze you what kind of presence your fathers name had on people.

"Your father is Michael Schumacher?" Sebastian stuttered, making you nod. Humming you agreed with a bright smile. Pride swelling in your chest at the thought of your dad and his impression on the young boy in front of you.

"That is so cool." Sebastian exclaimed, jumping on the spot. You giggled at his excitement, listening on to Sebastian's words. "He's my hero. And one day, I'll be just like him."

That was your first of many meetings with the blonde haired boy you would call your best friend for many years. At one point you started karting together, slowly moving up the leagues until you both landed in formula one.

Sebastian had already been in formula one. Having moved from Toro Rosso to RedBull, when you finally joined formula one as well, signing your contract with Ferrari. The announcement didn't just make you beyond happy, but Sebastian and Michael as well. It was what you all had dreamed about, the three of you driving together in formula one. Sebastian and you driving alongside your childhood hero. Driving alongside your best friend and your father.

It was like a fairytale come to life. And even the hate and doubts from the outside world couldn't kill the joy you felt. It was all magical, until the inevitable had to happen.

It was always a fight on track. Even if you were friends beside it, on track everyone was your enemy. And especially when you were young and wanted to prove something, that could mean nothing less of reckless behaviour. Sebastian was a model example of exactly that. It was an one on one between the two of you.

You were leading, Sebastian wanted through. Obviously you didn't want that so you defended. And that was the moment when it all went down. You were coming out of a curve. Sebastain was on your right, overstearing, you still weren't sure if that was on purpose, but almost knocking you off the track.

Trying to keep your car steady, your front wing interlinked with his car. You both noticed too late what was happening, simultaneously trying to pull away from the others, and knocking you both out, while trying to get away from the other.

In your mind it was clearly Sebastian's fault for overstearing. In Sebastian's it was you for hitting his car trying to get back in track.

Michael sighed. He hadn't had time to watch the footage of what exactly happened, yet. All he knew was that the two of them had an accident and DNF'd no one told him what exactly happened. He was just on his way to rewatch the accident and to look for his kid to make sure she was alright when he came across the screaming match.

"I'm sure it wasn't that bad." He told you.

You shook your head against him, tightening your arms around the man. "That wasn't the bad part. I tried to talk to him after, but he was mad, Papa. Like proper mad."

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When you were wheeled back into the garage, you couldn't stop tapping the wheel out of impatience. You were itching to give Sebastian a piece of your mind.

What in the world was he thinking, trying to push you off the track. Was he crazy?

When everything was good you stepped out of your car, took off your helmet and the HANS, before storming off. A few of the Ferrari mechanics tried to stop you, but you moved out of their way, before running off towards the RedBull garage.

It was the last lap, how could Sebastian be so stupid to risk it all at the last lap.

From afar you could see the grimace your friend had on his face as he spoke to his engineer. When he saw you, his brows furrowed and his face formed into a grimace, similar to the one you had.

"Sebastian, are you fucking crazy or what?!" You shouted in german fron afar as you approached the boy. The blonde looked at you angrily. 

"Me? What were you thinking crashing right into me? This isn'tfucking bumper cars."

"Yes, exactly, it isn't." You agreed, stopping beside him right in front of the RedBull garage. "So why in the world did you think knocking me off track was a good idea?"

"Knocking you off track. Fucking hell, there was enough space a fucking hippo could have walked past." He hissed back, eyes filled with an angry fire. "It's your fault, you can't fucking drive. The only reason your even in formula one is because your father is fucking Michael Schumacher."

"Oh, let's be fucking real, Sebastian." You shouted. "You know that that is not the reason, I fought for my place, just like you did. And if you look at the listing you would see that I've got the numbers to prove it, because I am in front of you."

"Oh, piss of will you." He shouted back.

Neither of you noticed it, but your voices hot louder and angrier the more you spoke catching the attention of many bystanders and drivers getting back to the pits after finishing the race.

"If you think you're so much better then get on with it, will you. But I will prove to you that I am much better than you are, little rich kid"

You saw red at his indication. Of course you had the money, you knew your family was rich, but you told the boy often enough that you hated being reduced to simply that. That the thought of being reduced to only being a spoiled little kid was something you despised.

That was the moment you tried to leap at him, though Kimi Räikkönen pulled him back before you could get to him, while you felt your fathers arms around you.

As you told him exactly what happened you felt his arms tighten around you. You knew he was angry with Sebastian about talking to you like that, but he tried to hide it.

"Oh, Schatz." He mused strocking a hand over your hair. "I'm sure it is only half as bad. You both probably just need some time to cool off and the you speak again."

Michael was trying to be reassuring. Always the positive thinker, the joy bringer. He was always trying to see the best in people and he knew that Sebastian wasn't a bad person. He's known him since he was a little boy. Michael hoped that it really was all just because of the heat of the moment. Even if the words spoken were cruel in nature, he hoped that they had not broken your friendship, which had gone through so much already.

"It's gonna be alright, Maus." He muttered into your hair.

IM SO UPSET /j

I wanted to just make a silly video like ‘haha guys look wrestling is sooo gay’ but this has turned out to unironically be the best thing I’ve ever made and I’m so upset about it /j

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Favorite Days | Multiple drivers

who's involved?: ln4, cl16, mv33, lh44, op81 & bonus

summary: a glimpse into driver's favorite thing they do with you

warning: fluff. just so much fluff.

fc: n/a

wc: 1.6k

a/n: hi! holiday season is fast upon us and so is my chaotic work schedule! with that my series: playlist series, toto concert series, and rbdhh are going to take longer for me to roll out but i have not forgotten them!

Max loves nothing than being an introvert with you. If Max could have it his way, the two of you would just stay home unless necessary. How could he not? When he’s streaming and takes a moment to turn around and see you on the couch watching TV. Jimmy and Sassy both curled up around you as you lazily pet whichever one is close. The way you’re so invested and silently reacting when you aggressively toss a hand out in shock. When you catch him staring and point to the TV as if he’s been watching the entire time seeing the same shit she is and he can’t help but smile and return to his stream. His favorite was ending stream and immediately going to you. You shift a bit to make room as Max lays on you, hugging your waist and he melts when you run your nails through his hair. How you two could stay like this for hours and be content in each other’s silence. It was pure bliss.

Lando adores game nights with you. He adores how you are so not competitive compared to him for most things. While Lando got really into games, even like Jenga, you were so nonchalant about it. You just smiled and laughed at Lando when he went on his little rants or his little gloats. He knew that you knew it wasn’t that deep. Though his favorite was you two playing ‘Overcooked’. It was the only time you got serious about a game. Suddenly you were calling the shots and now Lando was the one laughing as you yelled at him for forgetting a tomato or something. He almost fell over laughing the next time you two played and you presented two chef hats and told him you were giving him some ‘call out lessons’. Lando got them mixed up which resulted in him screaming from laughter as you gently smacked him with one of the pillows while shouting ‘HAVE I TAUGHT YOU NOTHING?’ It’s his favorite side of you during game night for sure.

Charles enjoys going on side quests with you. Charles really did try to balance his work and home life and he thought that he did well. Yet according to some of his ex’s they can’t handle all these random “side-quests” he takes (though he always made it a point to tell them). Yet, you are the complete opposite of them. You absolutely adored the random side quests Charles got to go on and was ecstatic when you got to join him because that meant more side-quests. You two getting lost to one restaurant and finding a cute ma and pop shop. Sometimes you guys would plan to hit a bar and end up outside, eating ice-cream, just people watching. Sometimes you two would just go out to walk and see where the day would take you guys. You were so easy going and just enjoying quality time with Charles that it was a breath of fresh air that he could be himself.

Lewis loves to spend a night in and cook with you because you always kept it interesting. The first time Lewis had ever cooked with you was in Brazil when he brought you to his house. You had insisted you wanted to help him cook and he let it. He had looked away for two seconds and whipped around to a very small fire starting on the pasta. You two swiftly put it out and Lewis couldn’t help the laugh as you apologize profusely. He reassured you that he is not upset or laughing at you but he’s laughing at the sheer shock of the situation. Lewis thought it was a fluke but realized the longer you two date that this is just you cooking. He found it both amazingly scary but truly enduring at your ability to take a simple dish and create some chaos about it. Though Lewis has now found peace in the chaos and laughter that followed along with the ‘how did you manage this?!’ ‘i don’t know this is a first!’ conversation.

Oscar finds the most mundane things exciting when you’re with him. Shopping his favorite thing to do with you. Typically, Oscar is in and out with the bare necessities for him to survive until another race weekend and only doubles during breaks. Though when you join him, shopping becomes the most interesting thing ever. It always starts with iced coffee and ‘we’re only buying what we need’ though you both know that’s far from the truth. He just happily pushes the cart as you walk up and down every aisle. Stopping to sniff the candles before getting both because it’s a ‘little treat’ and the ‘sale is too good to pass up’ (as if you were paying). He lets you pick out matching pajamas, board games, all the snacks and drinks. Oscar happily pays for everything and helps you load the car up and unload the car before you two are in your own little world for days on end.

Bonus!

Logan loves amusement parks at heart and it was bonus that you also love amusement parks. The two of you always made it a point to see if there was an amusement park nearby the hotel or track when he was in F1 and go check it out. When Logan was let go, he was absolutely devastated and really didn’t want to do anything. Though, when you mention that you’ve never been to Universal, Logan is rolling out of bed rambling bout how his parents had just renewed the family annual passes. Logan seemed to come to life after parking and making his way up the escalator with you and walking into the City Walk. The two of you went into Island’s first to some rides. You deemed the ‘Cat In The Hat’ ride was the weirdest ride you’ve done yet but overall, 9.5/10. You two then hopped over to Hollywood studios where you experienced the joy that is ‘The Mummy’. You two had a dance party in Spongebob’s shop under the pineapple (that you two were a little big for but still fit comfortably) before ending it with some Fat Tuesday’s and Voodoo Donuts. It seems that Logan can never have a bad day when he’s at an amusement park, sharing the joys of memories with you as he steps back, looking at all the photos he paid for from the rides smiling to himself.

Mick loves a good snow day. The days where there’s too much snow so everyone stays home. He loves making a cup of hot chocolate and just looking at the snow enjoying the quiet before you come in and gasp before disappearing. He turns seeing you come out about five minutes later, all bundled up and rushing out the door. Mick is quick to follow, bundling himself up before opening the door and getting a snowball right to the face. Mick shakes his head out before rushing you the best he can. He ends up tackling you, the two of you laughing and rolling in the snow as Nala, the Saint Bernard puppy you two had recently adopted, comes out and jumps around. She tries to eat as much snow as possible which you and Mick try to control so she’s not puking up water. The three of you (really you and Mick with Nala barking for support) make a snowman before Mick ushers you three in. Getting dried off, the three of you cuddle up under a blanket to watch movies.

Arthur loves playing music with you. Typically, Arthur is rather bashful about the music he makes as the imposter syndrome seeps in. Though when it comes to you, Arthur could sit for hours playing. His favorite is when you showed an interest in learning piano. The two of you on the piano bench, he guides your hand to the keys. Arthur rambles on about the keys and gently plays a scale before looking at you. He smiles seeing you try to intimate him, sticking his tongue out. It didn’t sound as fluid as him but you hit all the keys right. He gently places his hands over yours, guiding your hands to play the scale while murmuring about relaxing as you were so tense. It took you about three lessons to finally relax, which Arthur took as a huge win. His favorite is when he’s playing a piece and he glances over, seeing how you watch him with such a proud and loving smile. How your eyes sparkle in awe and how you whisper ‘wow’ as you watch him. He may never release his music to the public but he would gladly play all of them for you.

Toto actually quiet enjoys rainy days. He enjoys waking up to the sound of rain and watching the rain fall while he drinks his morning coffee. Typically, Toto would move as many meetings to Zoom as he could and only go into the office if necessary but there were rare days that he had nothing schedule when he wakes up to a rainy day. Now these days are his favorite because he loves watching you sleepily make coffee in one of his shirt. How you gently cradle your mug and take a sip and sigh in relief. Toto loves watching you shuffle to the living room and pick up your kindle before curling up on the couch. How you look up with a happy but sleepy smile as he sits next to you on the couch with his own coffee in the hand and blanket. Placing the blanket over both of you, Toto moved his arm as you cuddled up into his side. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, he turns the TV on, gently resting his cheek on top of your head as you two spend the morning laying around. Rainy days were truly his favorite.

George Weasley as your boyfriend

pairing: George Weasley x reader (gender neutral)

warning(s): none

masterlist // taglist

the early stages

so George had a crush on you for a long time

the reason why he never acted upon it was that he assumed you liked Fred poor guy ):

however!!!

you had a big crush on him as well and you secretly used Fred a bit to get closer to George

you and Fred are really good friends so you would tell him almost everything

you were hesitant to tell him at first but after a while, you shared your feelings for George with him

Fred seemed calm and composed but he was secretly FREAKING OUT inside

this was because not too long before that, George also confessed his feelings for you to Fred

so since then, Fred’s task was to play Cupid

the week following consisted of Fred inviting the both of you to hang out constantly

you and George were very confused, yet it didn't bother you in the least surprising

a week of hanging out has gone by and Fred invited you two once again

when you arrived at the place, there was a picnic with candles and wine unless you’re under 18 or 21 depending on the place you live, in that case, there were soft drinks lol

George arrived shortly after you and was just as confused as you were

after a bit of waiting, you both realized Fred was not going to show up that fucker, so you two just spent some quality time together.

at the end of the picnic, George gathered all his courage and confessed his feelings

you confessed your feelings for him as well and that’s where your love story began <3

the relationship

nicknames!!!!

he loves giving you nicknames

will literally come up with a new nickname everyday

will tell Fred to not pull pranks on you

however, you two will pull pranks on Fred together

such a sweet puppy

will follow you around everywhere

always tries his best to make you laugh

will open up very fast if he feels comfortable around you

sometimes gets insecure or jealous so you have to reassure him every now and then

will invite you to every family event he has

he always looks out for you and makes sure you're healthy

the first thing he does when he has a Quidditch match is looking for you in the crowd

will buy your favourite sweets from Honeydukes

affection

so clingy

loves cuddling

wants to be the little spoon sometimes

sooo many kisses on your nose

holds your hand while walking in the hallways to class

will always give you a kiss on your cheek before your separate classes start

has his hand on your thigh under the table

doesn’t feel embarrassed when giving you kisses in public

honestly, he just can’t get his hands off you

arguments

he can get so emotional when you two are in an argument ):

however, he doesn't have much trouble communicating his feelings to you

sometimes his emotions can take over though

he would be so scared of losing you during bad arguments

if it ends up with you crying, he will hold you in his arms while humming a song you like

at that point, he had already forgotten about the argument and his only priority is comforting you

thank you for reading!

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Neteyam Headcanons ✽ Part 2

Neteyam is a very attentive listener. Even if he’s busy doing something, or after a long day when he just wants to rest, you’ll know he’s listening to every word you’re saying. He loves hearing your voice, and your bubbly storytelling over the rundown of your day while he was gone actually helps take his mind off the responsibilities that ail him. Though he may not respond in words all the time, you’ll look over to see his ear flick in your direction as a clear indicator that he’s hearing you, followed by a hum or a head nod that permits you to continue speaking. You’ll beam when you hear him randomly chime in. “And then what?”

He definitely gets jealous. He comes off as secure due to his naturally confident demeanor, but deep down he’s terrified that one day he’ll lose everything he loves, including you. Anytime he catches another male looking at you in a way he doesn’t like, he’ll bare his fangs at them and hope you’re not paying attention. You only look up at him to see what’s going on based off the other man’s reaction and he’ll send you the sweetest smile that extinguishes your suspicions, until you feel his tail possessively coil around your thigh.

Loves having his hair played with and finds it very relaxing. It’s so easy to coax him to sleep at night, regardless of his want to stay up with you. After only five minutes of you running your fingers through his hair you’ll hear him snoring into the small of your neck. He’s also trying to grow it out to be as long as his mom’s, so when you show interest or appreciation towards it and mention that it might have gotten longer, he gets very excited. You usually wake up before him in the mornings, so as you’re waiting for him to open his eyes you’ll strum your fingers through his soft braids, massaging his scalp on the way down and eliciting deep, faint purrs from the man fast asleep on your chest.

Depending on the situation, the man can have quite the temper on him. To no surprise, though. I feel as if the ones who constantly appear calm, collected, and carefree are the ones you definitely do not want to piss off. He may appear a big softie and a sweetheart because let’s be honest, he is. But when it comes to protecting you or his family? He’s going to jail.

Has a staring problem. He can’t keep his eyes off you no matter how hard he tries. He’ll be in a meeting with Jake and the other warriors off in the distance, and you’ll look over to see him paying zero attention and looking dead at you while you’re helping the female elder’s with some tasks. When you catch him ogling you’ll motion your head at his father and urge him to focus with a pointing look, in which he just grins and quickly looks away.

And lastly, I headcanon that Neteyam has social anxiety. Being the eldest son of olo’eyktan and up next for the throne, he’s constantly stared at or bothered wherever he goes and it overwhelms him. He wishes he could just be a normal na’vi, free to live his life the way he pleases. Not ‘son of Toruk Makto’ or ‘the next clan leader’. Just plain old Neteyam. You’re the only one who sees him as who he really is and doesn’t put him on a pedestal simply because of his title. He prefers to spend his free time with you, cuddled up somewhere in a secluded part of the forest and safely tucked away from the eyes of others.

Drowns the love (Reader x Benedict Bridgerton ft. Anthony)

Requested by: @awesomemikaus Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @floatlosers, @alex–awesome–22, @merlieve, @wildiefleur , @meyocoko , @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23, @melsunshine  , @venomsvl, @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedrava-bitch-187, @erikasurfer , @slythetic  , @eliscannotdance, @p0nycurtis, @slythetic, @bitchybananaflower, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr

Summary: set in s1. Reader is married to Anthony yet he cares little for you. Head only filled with Sienna. Making you feel alone and miserable at any given time. Making you question why he married you in the first place. His brother Benedict starts spending time with you to fill in his brother's lack. Till one day, he finds himself in love with you

Holding you by your elbow, he opened the door. Pushing you inside. With stumbling feet you moved inside, nearly losing your balance. It was the first time you saw his room, making you take it all in with curiosity. When Anthony brushed past you, you looked back down. Expression settling with confusion as he moved from side to side.

Suddenly a coat on his arm as he made his way back to the door. Hand on the handle, door slightly creaked open as you spoke. – “Are… are you not staying?” – you asked. Anthony sighed loud, briefly closing the door more.  – “I am leaving for tonight.” – he responded. – “I…I don’t understand.” – you answered with furrowed brows.

“You can stay here, but I shall leave.” – he informed you, making himself clearer. – “But… but it is our wedding night. Surely you can stay with your newly wife right?” – you moved a bit closer to him in the hopes of understanding him. – “I shall speak with you later.” – he said moving the door more open, wanting to disappear through.

“Is there truly something more important than our marriage?” – you questioned. Anthony lowered his head with a deep sigh. – “I am not going to debate this with you.” – he answered firm, merely looking over his shoulder at you. – “I merely want to understand. You need to tell me…” – nearly begging him to make it clear.

“I do not need to do anything. I decide!” – he suddenly snapped at you, raising his voice. Making you blink surprised at the change of tone in his voice. – “I have decided, I am your viscount!” – words trembling with anger and force. Settling you back with fright. Making you move back, folding your hands together in front of you.

“My mistake.” – you responded, lowering your head. – “I thought you were Anthony. Forgive me, my viscount.” – sounding dull and formal, you curtsied at him. – “I shall not delay you any further.” – curtsying again in humbleness at him. The sudden shutting of the door with a loud thud, made you jump out of your skin. Threatened with such a harsh sound.

Aware of a coldness clasping around your heart, it set a heaviness in your chest. Stumbling back, you came sitting down on the edge of the bed. Staring in silence before you. Staring in wait for your newly husband to return. After a few hours, you laid yourself down under the covers.

Remaining quiet when you heard the door open creakingly. Pretending to be asleep, you listened in to the sounds. Footsteps shuffling in the room towards the other side of the bed. The blanket being lifted up. The warmth of a body joining you in the bed. The flowery perfume of a girl.  A girl.

With your back against him, you slowly opened your eyes. Needing no words for he had been with another girl. Another girl he felt more interesting than his newly wife. Soft snoring filled the room, letting you know he had fallen asleep. Slowly closing your eyes, a teardrop found its way down. His body barely touching yours. As if he was too afraid to get close.

Feeling rejected by him, you buried your face in your blanket to deafen out your sobs. Wondering what you had done wrong for him to seek comfort with a stranger instead of his newly wife. Feeling him turn in the bed, you held your breath. Arching your back as you didn’t want his touch. He deserved none.

His hand neared your back, inches away from it. Still hearing his soft snoring. The smell of her perfume on him fresher than ever. The nauseating smell made your stomach turn. Bathed in her scent, you could tell just how close they had come. Shaking your head, you didn’t want to smell it. Slipping out of the bed.

Creeping barefoot towards the door. Closing it behind you to be released from the clutching grip of her presence. Sighing soft, you stared into he empty darkened hallway. Knowing the entire household would be sleeping.

Not wanting to return to bed, to him, you went down the stairs. Quietly. Leaving tiny footsteps in the house’s belly. Reaching the drawing room, you went inside. Lighting a few candles. Wandering around, letting your finger trail over the table’ s edge.

An unfinished game of chess untouched from Hyacinth and Gregory’s game. Exhaling soft, you picked up a pawn, resetting it. Intrigued, you started to re-arrange all the pieces in their beginning’s position. Sitting down with a sigh. Letting a pawn balance under your finger. Boringly you moved the pawn forwards.

Gaze resting on the empty seat in front of you. Staring mindlessly at it for you had no one to play with. No partner as the loneliness started to kick in. Needing to do your very best to not cry. If this what marriage presented, you didn’t want it.

Upon a presence barging into the room, made you jump out of your skin with a loud gasp. – “Y/n?” – Benedict breathed out confused, lowering the candleholder in his hand. Exhaling loud as he needed to settle down. – “What… what are you doing up? It’s the middle of the night.” – Benedict spoke setting the candle holder away.

“I could ask you the same.” – you responded, staring back at the chess game. – “I…I… couldn’t sleep. Hells Y/n I thought there was a burglar upon seeing the light come from under the door.” – he panted out, his heart rate slowing down as the danger had passed.

“I’m sorry.” – you responded, looking down at your lap. Benedict approached you. – “What are you doing here all by yourself. Should you not be with my brother?” – his brows furrowed in confusion. You could not respond, for you didn’t know what to say.

His gaze went down on the chess board, seeing a pawn being set up ahead. Curling up a smile, he pulled the other chair back. Coming to sit opposite from you. – “Playing chess with yourself is awfully dull. May I join you?” – he asked. Shrugging your shoulders a bit, you didn’t mind.

Benedict came leaning forwards, fingers holding his chin with a thoughtful expression. Moving his hand to the board, he moved a pawn forwards. – “Has my brother given you hell?” – he spoke, gaze glued to the board. Pawn in your hand, you froze. Gaze widening as you wondered how he knew.

Benedict furrowed his brows once more when you didn’t seem to respond. Seeing the frightful glance in your eyes, made him chuckle. – “I was just teasing.” – responding to wave the matter away with no attachment. You nervously set your piece down.

Benedict set upon his turn a piece. Watching you and your next move. – “I don’t know what he is giving me.” – you said softly. Benedict frowned. You noticed it, smiling softly. Moving yourself up your seat, you came leaning over the board to press a finger against his forehead.

“Didn’t your mama tell you that frowning too much makes wrinkles?” – you laughed out. Benedict stared at your face for a moment. Taking your finger from against his forehead, lowering it to his chest. – “Maybe I like wrinkles.” – he responded, moving your finger from side to side. You laughed again.

“I very much doubt that.” – sitting yourself back down as he let go of your finger. – “No one likes wrinkles.” – you added, brushing your hands over your skirt. – “Maybe I do.” – Benedict responded, frowning his forehead specially for you. Making you laugh more at how he was toying with you.

He scrunched his nose with a silly smile, as it nearly made you choke on your laughter. – “Calm Y/n, calm. Don’t go dying on me now.” – Benedict spoke haven risen from his chair. Slapping your back as you ended up coughing. – “I’m… I’m fine…” – saying out of breath, you moved your hand behind you for him to stop butchering your back.

His slapping turned to soothing. Palm running lovingly over your back. – “You good?” – questioning a second time to be certain. Humming loud with a nod, you let him know it was alright. – “You should head back to bed.” – he stated with a concerning glance. – “I…I don’t want to.” – you really didn’t want to.

You didn’t want to be infected by her venomous perfume that captured your husband. Looking up, you felt the loneliness kick in again. It was stilled for a moment with his presence. Now that he appeared to be leaving, it roared louder than before. – “Will you stay?” – asking. Begging.

Benedict saw the pleading in your eyes. Making himself lower down to make it easier for you to look upon him. Crouched by the table. One arm resting on the table, the other over his knee. – “Of course.” – his voice soft and soothing. Nodding shakingly, you were relieved that he wished to stay with you. Benedict got back up, sitting in the chair to finish the game of chess till early in the morning.

Anthony was barely surprised to see you were up early. Unaware that you had not slept the night in his bed. – “Morning family.” – he addressed, looking over at his siblings. You curled up a smile, awaiting to be addressed. Perhaps last night was a mistake and now he would fully dedicate himself to you.

Anthony let his gaze go briefly to you. – “Wife.” – he said before going over to the table where Gregory and Hyacinth were. The choice of words was gut-wrenching. Tearing you apart for you had hoped he would have given you mercy. Smile immediately faltering. Your gaze locking briefly with Benedict from across the room.

His brows once more furrowed, clearly trying to understand his brother’s approach. After breakfast you went over to your husband. – “Anthony I thought we cou-“ – words suddenly caught off by him. – “I have no time.” – he responded, taking his coat. – “Are… are you leaving again?” – you questioned.

“Yes, is that a problem?” – he stated, narrowing his eyes at you. Daring you to say it was. Slouching your shoulders, you took a step back. – “No.” – saying softly with a lowered head. – “Good, don’t stay up for I shall not be here.” – were his final words as he took his leave. The slamming of the door making you jump out of your skin.

Turning saddened around, your gaze widened upon seeing Benedict by the door opening. Having listened in. Ashamed, you fluttered your eye lashes quickly to avoid crying. – “Y/n.” – Benedict said when you walked past him. – “Y/n!” – he repeated going after you, reaching for your hand to take.

His grip went around your wrist, pulling you towards him. Making you nearly bump against him. – “I…I have no excuses for him.” – he said in a way to apologize for his brother’s behaviour. – “I don’t want any.” – you responded, pulling your hand out of his grip. Running away from his presence as you couldn’t take it anymore.

The demising words of your husband. The lack of love. The care for another that you could never be. Making you wonder why he ever married you in the first place. For all the charm he had towards you burned the moment he got married to you. Making you wonder if he ever loved you.

That night you were back downstairs. Sitting by the window, staring outside in the darkness. The door creeped open once more, uncaring to you. – “I figured you would be here.” – Benedict speaking as he entered more, closing the door behind him.

Nervously he approached you. – “May I keep you company?” – he asked, fumbling with his hands. You slowly looked upon him with teary eyes. Staring at him, captivating. Nodding with an agreement, surrendering to his presence. Benedict neared, coming to sit with you on the sofa. Looking out of the window as well.

“I’m sorry for my brother.” – he said. – “You keep apologizing for him.” – you responded, fidgeting with your nails. – “I know…” – his voice hoarse. Exhaling soft, you let your head rest on the railing, laying on your arm. Batting your eyes up to him. Benedict came laying his head down as well. Gazing back at you in silence. Bathing in your presence with a hidden smile on his lips.

Night after night you went downstairs. Whilst your husband was visiting the other girl. Benedict kept you company. Sitting in silence with you or playing games of chess, cards or pass the time outside. Anything to pass the hours. Anything to make you forget about your husband and the marriage you had found yourself in.

On a fortnight you found yourself once more downstairs. Standing by the window. Staring outside. Benedict approaching you. Coming to stand beside you. Sensing him near, made you glance briefly at him before looking back at the glass. – “It hurts me to say this, but it hurts me more to stay.” – speaking a truth you had been harbouring inside you.

Fingers bleeding from picking up the pieces Anthony made of you. – “Y/n, please.” – Benedict responded touching your elbow. – “I just want anything that's left of me.” – words hoarse with a whisper for you didn’t know how much more you could take.

Turning your head, you lifted your gaze up, meeting up with his saddened eyes. Blinking softly at his staring gaze. Brows slightly furrowing with the anew emotion inside of him. Something you rarely had seen. – “Please…” – he begged again, fingers setting deeper into your elbow.

“I don't want any of it anymore.” – you responded with tears in your eyes. Benedict moved his hand to your cheek, shuddering out a breath. – “Take your heart somewhere else.” – he whispered nearing his face to you. Nose almost touching yours. Pulling a bit back, hesitant for what he was about to do. Yet in this moment he didn’t want to lose you.

If his brother could not see what he cherished, he would. With a shuddering breath, he guided his head more down. Lips pressing gently on your cheek. Taking his time before moving his face in front of you once more. Gaze downwards to your lips. Lowering to kiss your lips tenderly. Short and still hesitant. Yet the moment his lips had touched yours, he surrendered kissing you once more. Longer and deeper for you to feel his love. A love his brother couldn’t give you.

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So, first of all, I love your blog. I literally love the way you deal with Yandere and Avatar!!!!-

Secondly, I don't know if it counts as a request or something, but I got to thinking a bit about Navi culture and all that.

I know that Jake and Neytiri had no problem adopting Kiri, as both adults had a special, deep connection and relationship with Grace, but I don't know how the Navi in general handle orphaning and adoption issues, as my native tribal references have an unreliable handle on orphaning (between various anthropologists they tend to contradict each other and circumstances can generate a different communal and individual response in each case).

So… going on to the Yandere and all that.

Do you think the Yandere Sully (any of them) or Yandere Navi in general (any of your choice) would react to their love interest's previous baby?

Kind of like their SO was already pregnant before they met them or they already have relatively grown children, like Tuk's age?

First of all, thank you <3 Secondly, I have tried to make this and I hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: this won’t be seen from the Na’vi culture pov since I too lazy to look it up, I’ll just imagine what I think of it.

Content: firstly, any yandere Na’vi and then we have yandere Jake, yandere Neytiri, yandere aged up! Neteyam, yandere! Aged up! Lo’ak and Yandere! Aged up! Kiri + bonus! Yandere! Tsu’tey

Warnings: breeding, s/o is a person capable of getting pregnant

Headcanons of yandere Na’vi, Jake, Neytiri, Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri and Tsu’tey with an s/o who has a kid from another relationship.

First, any Na’vi

Probably not too fond of the idea. But will comply if it makes you happy.

Will never see that child as theirs and sometimes it is pretty clear even though they try to hide it.

If you are widowed, they’ll try to accept that the child will always be there. Might as well make one of his own.

If you are just separated from your previous mate, the Na’vi will send your child with your mate for long periods of time. As long as he can hold it. And in those periods of time will do whatever it takes to keep you so occupied you don’t remember you have a child. Also will try to get you pregnant, so by the time your child from other mate comes back, you won’t be able to take care of it.

Pretends to protect your child during hunts and stuff, but to be honest, they wouldn’t mind if something happened, you are not in love with anyone but them, why should another person’s spawn be there with you?

Probably baby traps you even though is pretty clear you aren’t leaving. But it is also that they are really proud on having you with a baby of their own.

If it happens, that you get pregnant, the Na’vi will have favoritism for their child, obviously.

Jake Sully

He is a manipulative yandere, as I said before. He might take many different approaches to this situation.

He could act like the father of the year and have you happy and unknowing as he treats the child with such love and care as it was one of his own. Even though, he is disgusted with the idea. That child is the living proof you your bond with other person. He will never be as overprotective as he is with one of his own, he will be tougher.

Another approach is acting all nice and sweet in front of you and then just covering the child’s basic needs. Kind of a Spider situation going on. He lets the kid be and in front of you is sweet but then he just treats the kid as the stray cat you feed once a week. Never treated wrongly but never actually part of the family. He would never mistreat the child in any physical or mental way, he might be a yandere but he ain’t no monster.

The last but not least approach, make you despise your child. This only works if you have separated from your previous mate. If you are widowed he wouldn’t do such a thing, specially since it was specified that the child is around Tuk’s age and that is pretty young.

If you separated from your previous mate, he would send the child away and then would poison your mind. Slowly but surely manipulating you into hating (or something close) your own spawn. Reminding you of the person you were previously with and painting it as a bad thing.

Also the type to give you a baby, like get you pregnant and stuff, so that your attention will go to the baby and him and not your other child. Even though you will try to keep up, he will do anything as to make your other child isolated.

Not very good in any approach if you ask me.

Neytiri

Not fond of the idea then, not fond of the idea now. Literally despises the kid from minute 0.

Might as well accept it if she knows you are going to stay longer if nothing happens.

Never and I mean never treats the child as one of her own, she accepts the fact that the kid is there and that’s it.

She might want for either of you to get pregnant to “bigger” the family. She is just telling a lie. She knows how much work a baby gives and that will give her time to go away from that demonic spawn of your last relationship.

If you are widowed, she might feel sad for the kid, but she still dislikes it, seeing how similar it is to you but so different at the same time.

If you separated from your previous mate (and they have been lucky enough not to be killed by Neytiri), the kid will ALWAYS end up on their place. Neytiri might even blackmail or threat your last partner just to make them stay with the child.

Neteyam

He is a sweetheart, even as a yandere. He will in fact treat the child as one of his own. He feels pity for the kid.

He knows how you are and he will act in consequence. If he treats the child just like one of his own, you will love him forever right?

Also, if you are widowed he will actually feel pity for the child.

If you have separated from your previous mate, he will always try to look better than them in your child’s eyes.

OBVIOUSLY, the type of step-dad who tries to make the child call him dad. Now he is with you, he is the dad. Even if the child is not his, it is yours and it makes him his.

Will have your child and you up in a pedestal and he will pamper, spoil and do anything for you guys.

Probably the type to develop yandere platonic feelings for the kid once they have been interacting. He sees the kid as a little portion of you so he must protect it.

Lo’ak

Ngl, he will try to breed you to make you forget about the other one.

Pretends to care for it, knowing it keeps you calm. But in reality, why would he care about the only reminder that you hadn’t been his first. That reminder that there is a piece of you mixed with someone else’s before he was able to breed you.

Pretty irresponsible with the kid, same with the Jake scenario.

Probably treats it as a stray cat that is there.

If he has a child of his own with you, he wont treat the equally.

Kiri

Just as Neteyam, will treat the kid as one of her own.

Probably a caring mother, posible Tsa’hìk.

Never mistreats the child in any way. She knows that it will be better for your relationship if you both are the child’s parental figures.

Teaches the kid things about Pandora.

As she is so close to Eywa, she knows the child isn’t hers biologically but it her mind, it is hers.

Tsu’tey

Only two ways around.

He will make you choose between the kid and him, but with the small twist that he is a yandere and that there isn’t actually a choice.

Or he will pretend to be a good father for your kid and will try to get you pregnant as soon as he can to breed one spawn of his own.

He needs constant reassurance and lets you know about it. That way he can guilt trip you into caring about him more.

Will always try to be better than your past mate, he will always find ways to outrun them. Talks bad about your past partner to the child. If he has to deal with this, the kid will workship him.

Taglist: @maxinej

summary: max’s gf seems to be getting more love than him

warnings: highkey sucks, short

pairing: fem! reader x max verstappen

genre: fluff, drabble

author note: about time i wrote max

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flashback:

max has always been a private person and after his breakup with kelly piquet, he became even more closed off. it was even rare for him to even participate in streams nowadays. however, what no one knew was max had been taking time to reflect ( not do anything stupid — gp ) and managed to bump into y/n.

now, monaco isn’t a big place, but he’s never seen her before.

max was oddly intrigued, but he had just ended a relationship — but, it didn’t hurt to be friends, right?

it took him two full days of just staring before finally making a move.

“what brand is your laptop?”

okay, it wasn’t the best, but it was something.

y/n looked up at the strange and furrowed her eyebrows.

“um — ( brand name )?” he nodded and walked off

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even to this day, y/n still teases max about it. back then, in his mind, he was proud of himself for actually saying something, but y/n thought he was a bit strange.

when they eventually became more friendly and comfortable around each other, he asked her out on a date. y/n was hesitant. she found out who he was and who he previously dated, his fans weren’t exactly the most supportive and she worried that it’d be the same, but max reassured her that he would say something if needed.

however, what none of them expected was how much love y/n would gain from them.

[ “he may be a 3 time world champion, but i will never understand how he bagged someone like her” ]

[ “MAX MOVE IM TRYING TO SEE Y/N” ]

[ “if i was dating someone like y/n, you would have to pry me off her — AWOOGA” ]

every time he posted, there would be comments asking about her. however, there was always one in particular would catch his eye.

[ “is your girlfriend single?” ]

he would just stare.

of course she isn’t single, they’re literally dating?

“you’re in the trenches mate” was what alex told him when he asked what they meant ( he needed someone who understood the internet )

“what?”

“it’s a good thing, don’t worry”

max didn’t think so.

call him possessive, but he felt the need to make them back off and posted a set of pictures for their anniversary along with a lengthy caption.

sadly, it didn’t work.

[ “i can call her the love of my life in a different language too” ]

[ “6/10 for spelling, 4/10 for punctuation, 3/10 for creativity” ]

[ “i could write more” ]

just like what alex said, max is in the trenches.

F1 Drivers reacting to you flashing them..

Based off this Tik tok!!, thank you @turcott3 for always helping with these

| Lando Norris | He goes right in for a grab, his sweet giggle is filling the air as he’s got your breasts cupped in his hands..takes you to the bedroom and shows you how much he appreciates his girls ;)

| Charles Leclerc | He’s confused at first honestly and even after he catches on he’s still confused. His tan cheeks are bright red and you end up having to explain it was just for fun!

| Lewis Hamilton | He’s not with it tbh, he’ll have a little laugh but you’re quickly being carried to the bedroom. He’s to mature for any jokes and if you’re showing him one of his favorite things he’s gonna make you feel good!

| Oscar Piastri | Poor boy panics, he’s not sure what’s going on but suddenly your breasts are out and despite seeing them many times he’s flustered. Pulls your shirt back down and asks if you’re okay.

| Lance Stroll | He’s confused at first but once he catches on he giggles before pulling you into him and quickly gets things started! Makes sure to pay extra attention to his girls

| Daniel Ricciardo | Laughs honestly, he finds it amusing. Pulls your shirt down and kisses you and tells you he really enjoyed that. It becomes a common thing in your house!

| Carlos Sainz | Smirks and doesn’t waste time, he’s diving in and what wasn’t supposed to be sexual quickly turns into his mouth wrapped around your breasts. He really really enjoyed it :)

| Logan Sargeant | Goes into a trance, sitting there mouth open, eyes wide, blush forming on his cheeks. You have to pull him out of his little world and he immediately gets embarrassed but makes sure you know he really liked that.

| Max Verstappen | This man is so confused, looks at you with question marks floating around his head. Asks what you did that for and makes you laugh but he’s still severely confused and slightly concerned.

Original Ask: i saw that you’re opening requests for f1 drivers.. can i request angst to fluff with seb vettel where him and reader are dating but he breaks up with the her to focus on the wdc (set in 2013) and she ends up rebounding with fernando which makes seb really jealous,, anyways after winning he publicly confesses his love for the reader or something, u can choose whether the reader gets back with seb or stays with fernando idm teehee ❤️❤️ love youu (anonymous)

Word Count: 1095 words

(author's note: another longer one !! i did think i was going to have to postpone it but i managed to get it finished for you all 🩷)

Sebastian always knew he wanted to be a World Champion. Ever since he was a little boy in his racing kart, he knew he wanted to be one of the best racing drivers the world had ever seen. He also knew that he would sacrifice anything to achieve his dreams, but he never thought it would actually get to that point.

It was mid-way through the 2013 Formula 1 season and Sebastian was one of the strongest contenders for the Championship. His girlfriend at the time, Y/N, couldn't be more proud of Sebastian, especially since she knew how hard he had worked to get to his current position.

However, after a meeting with his strategists, team leaders and various other important people, Sebastian's perspective of his relationship had been tainted and darkened. Somehow the meeting had managed to brainwash him into thinking Y/N was a distraction. An enemy. An obstacle; preventing his Championship dreams from coming true.

The next step in Sebastian's Championship chase was a heated argument with Y/N in his drivers room. Insults were hurled, every single one out of anger, not one of them holding any truth. And then came the final devastating line;

“I'm done. We're over,” Sebastian said. His gaze was cold as he stared at Y/N, eyes void of any emotion.

Her lip trembled as she nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears. Y/N turned on her heel and headed towards the door. As her fingers grasped the handle, she hesitated.

“Good luck with the Championship. I hope it's worth it.”

With that, she opened the door and walked out.

Eventually the season came to a close. Sebastian Vettel was World Champion. Again. But something wasn't right. He should be happy, right? He had gotten what he wanted all along.

Wrong. All Sebastian felt while holding his trophy was guilt and regret. The pit in his stomach deepened even further when he saw Y/N in the crowd with a man's arm wrapped around her waist. His eyes moved to the face of the individual and he did a double take when he realised who it was.

Fernando Alonso.

Sebastian had been too caught up in training and strategizing to see that Y/N had moved on. He saw the adoration in her eyes as she looked at the man next to her. He knew that look all too well, because that's how she used to look at him.

Maybe they were just friends? Sebastian's brain was thinking of every possible explanation. He hadn't actually seen or heard any confirmation they were dating. Although he had been too caught up in his own life to even notice anything or anyone else.

Before he could realise, he was being forced into an interview on stage.

“Sebastian!” The interviewer began, “World Champion again, how does it feel?”

“Uh- yeah it feels great obviously, it's always been my dream to be up here, winning as many times as possible.”

“Do you have anything you'd like to say to the fans in front of you?”

“Well, thank you for all your continued support, it means the world to me,” He said smiling at the crowd, “But most of all, I want to say sorry to one person in particular. Y/N, I wish I could take back everything I said to you all those months ago. This victory feels hollow without you to celebrate it with.”

The interviewer looked stunned and so did the crowd.

Y/N's face dropped when she heard Sebastian's improvised speech. As she felt the weight of thousands of eyes on her, she began to move through the crowd. Pushing through bodies, she desperately tried to escape the masses of people. Fernando was hot on her heels, not wanting his girlfriend to be alone.

Sebastian saw her rush off through the crowd and he knew he had royally messed everything up.

"Y/N, wait! I'm sorry, just wait please-" Sebastian thrust the microphone he was holding into the interviewer's hand and scrambled off the stage. He shoved his way through the fans frantically, following the footsteps of his ex-girlfriend.

He eventually found her (and Fernando) outside the Ferrari garage. Y/N's face was pressed into Fernando's chest as she sobbed. Sebastian watched from afar, realising what he had actually done. He knew he needed to speak to Y/N, but he didn't know if she would want to speak to him.

Sebastian eventually mustered up the courage to walk over to the pair. Fernando spotted him first, his face twisting into one of disgust.

"What do you want Vettel? You have your Championship, come to ask for my girlfriend too?"

"No! I just- I wanted-"

"You were so bold a moment ago? Spit it out, don't you think you've done enough damage for one day?" Fernando spat.

"Look, I know what I did was wrong, and I want to apologise.”

Y/N moved away from her boyfriend's chest and looked up at the blonde man infront of her.

“I'll meet you in your drivers room Fernando, I'd like to hear this.”

The Spaniard nodded, pressed a kiss to Y/N's forehead and walked off.

An awkward silence fell over the pair.

"So, you and Fernando? When did that happen?"

"Why does that matter? We broke up months ago, Sebastian. I moved on, you clearly didn't."

"Look, I'm glad you're happy now. If I knew about you and Fernando I never would've made a scene, I promise. I just realised that all the Championships and celebrations have meant nothing without you.”

"Too little too late Sebastian. I wanted you to win as much as you wanted to win yourself. But you couldn't see that. You were blinded by your ambitions, and I couldn't compete with that.”

"I'm sorry.”

"I know you are.”

Y/N stared at Sebastian pitifully. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him gently. He was taken aback, but he accepted the embrace gratefully.

"You'll find someone else to celebrate with, you're Sebastian Vettel.”

"It still won't be the same without you.”

The pair finally broke out of the hug and tears glistened in Sebastian's eyes.

"Fernando's waiting for me, I should probably go. Goodbye Sebastian.”

"Goodbye Y/N. I hope you can forgive me someday.”

"I've always forgiven you Seb, before you even knew you were sorry."

With one last shared look, Y/N turned around and headed off to find Fernando, leaving Sebastian standing alone. He had achieved his dreams and more, but at the cost of his future.