prompt: Max's dad is sick and he's coming to terms with his childhood trauma while lashing out on you, his girlfriend.
disclaimer: i'm completely making this up, take no reality from it.
"Max, you can't just fucking leave," you pleaded, following your F1 driver boyfriend around your shared flat.
"Yes I can," he hissed. You felt the anger steaming off of him.
It was halfway into the race season and Max finally had a weekend off and he had just gotten home. However, Max got a whopping 8th in Austria - Red Bull's home race. He was immensely disappointed in himself and, while blaming his own shortcomings, he blamed y/n for being a "distraction".
You knew, however, that his anger and his low performance on the track wasn't due to your relationship, but due to his dad's recent health troubles.
Max and his father, Jos, have always had a complicated relationship. Max was the eldest son, the racer bound to take the torch from his old man. Max loved racing, he really did, but sometimes the pressure his father put on him was too great. He was regularly berated if he didn't at least podium, and even then a silver or bronze was never good enough for the head of the Verstappen household. Soon, winning became a necessity to Max. By winning, he'd win his father's approval.
Now, he was one of the best drivers on the grid, on his way to winning his first F1 championship. Although their relationship was rocky Max depended on his father. Besides you, the one person he needed to see after each race was his father. Jos would give him advice, critique his steering and braking, all to help Max become a better driver - to reach feats he never did.
And now, in front of you, you saw the product of a boy, about to lose his father, the one person that loved him and supported him, but also made his childhood hell. Instead of figuring out his own internal issues, he lashed them out onto you. It wasn't the first time, and you knew it wasn't a result of his lack of love for you, but of his pain.
"Max, please," you touched his shoulder, only for him to wince as you quickly pulled it away. "Please, you know I love you, you know I'd never do anything to hurt you, please, just talk to me," you begged.
He stopped in his tracks, his bag full of clothes in hand. "Just... leave me alone." And with that, he walked out the door, leaving you cold and lonely in your once shared space.
-- a few weeks later
Sitting in what used to be yours and Max's flat, you typed away at your computer, finishing up an essay due for your Masters class. But soon, you found yourself thinking of Max; your head nestled against his broad chest, hearing his deep breaths during his naps before races.
You had tried your very best to keep him off your mind for the past few weeks. You sunk yourself into school, even completing essays weeks before they were due, but no matter what you did you couldn't stop thinking about Max freaking Verstappen. You were, and have always been, hooked.
A knock at the door pulled you out of your thoughts. You looked through the peephole only to see the man himself, Max, waiting anxiously at your door. Taking a few deep breaths, you opened it.
"Hi Max," you said sheepishly, tugging at your hoodie, one that, in that moment, you realized was actually his.
"y/n, can we talk? Please," he asked with desperation. You knew there was no saying "no" to his puppy dog eyes. Stepping aside, you gestured to let him in.
You both sat down on the couch, maintaining your distance from one another.
"y/n, I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I should never have let my anger out on you, or blamed me losing on you." He reached for your hands, which you gave, and held them tightly as he stared down, ashamed to meet your eyes. "My dad, you know how he was, well, I guess not all of who he was..." he trailed off.
You knew this was a touchy subject and didn't push him. Even though you and Max had been dating for nearly a year, he barely talked about his father. And when he did, it was clouded in shame and hurt.
He continued, "He always wanted what he thought was best for me, even if it meant going against what I needed when I was a kid." I could hear his voice breaking and I scooted closer, trying to show him my physical support. "When he went into the hospital I just couldn't focus - on anything. Not on you, on racing, nothing. I just... I broke. And I thought blaming it on you would make it easier or make it go away but it didn't. It stayed and it sucked and god every single time anything good or anything bad happened to me I wanted to run to tell you, but you weren't there. And I hated it, I hated it so fucking much."
He looked up, staring deeply into my eyes this time. "I need you, please, please, baby come back to me - let me come back to you." He waited for anything from you, a nod or a word or anything.
Your body couldn't resist comforting his pain, of being there for him and being his person. You closed the distance between you two, enveloping Max in a deep hug. His head rested on your shoulder as you heard him let out a big sigh. "I've missed you so much, god I hated not having you around," you whispered into the crook of his neck.
"I'm so sorry, so so sorry..." Max repeated, drawing circles on my back with his hand.
I moved away just slightly so my face was aligned with his. "Can we just... go back to normal? Just for right now? Can you just... hold me?"
And without hesitation, he embraced me in his warm presence. In that moment, I felt whole.
I stepped into the back of the ambulance, hiding from the sun shining down at the Circuit of the Americas.
I stood in the medical tend, hiding from the sun shining down at the Circuit of the Americas. It was the final day of race weekend and I was more than excited when the company I work with contracted me for this job. I inherited a love of motorsports from my dad and I was not going to pass up an opportunity to see the fastest cars in the world up close.
It was midway through the race when, just few dozen yards from me, a car slams into the side barrier at high speeds. I wait for the dust to dissipate when I see that it's Daniel Ricciardo, thankfully showing movement.
I jump into high gear, knowing that the Aussie driver would soon make his way to the tent to be checked out.
Within seconds, race crew reached him as he hoisted himself out of his vehicle, seemingly okay after the big crash. With his helmet on, he was escorted to the medical tent.
He took off his helmet and gloves, his hair damp with sweat and his chest bouncing quickly from the adrenaline. "Hi, I'm Daniel," he said kindly, reaching out his hand.
"Dr. l/n, nice to meet you," I enchanted as I took his hand. His firm grip fit perfectly into my delicate hands. We gazed into each other's eyes for a moment, before I coughed, knowing I had a job to do.
"Okay, I'm going to do a few basic check ups, just follow along and you'll be fine," I said, grabbing my gloves from a side table. "You can have a seat right up on that cot and take off your suit just till your waist please." I turned around, getting my medical bag and laying it out next to me.
I ran through the basic checks, breathing, lung sounds, blood pressure, etc, etc. Finally, I took my little flashlight and shined it into Daniel's chocolate brown eyes, asking him to look up and down. Moving the light to the corner of his eye, I asked him to look the other way. Instead, he kept looking straight at me. "No, not at me, that way," I pointed. The boy sure was persistent. As my frustrations increased, I got flustered, which he found amusement in.
"You can't expect me to not look at you when you're that close to me," he said with a flirty smirk on his face.
I immediately blushed, looking away for a moment before resuming my task. "Just, look that way, please," I said, flustered. And with that, he did.
As soon as I turned my flashlight off, Daniel's eyes went straight back to me. I went over to my computer, inputting some notes, and took off my gloves.
"Okay, now I'm going to check your neck. Just straighten your back and stay still." Daniel stiffened, lifting his chin to give me easy access. I felt around his throat, feeling for any stiffness or knots in the muscles. I moved behind him, but as soon as I did he turned his head, following me with his gaze.
"No, no," I giggled, "keep your head forward." I waited for him to turn but he didn't.
And still, Daniel's eyes were on mine. I would look away occasionally, pretending like I was checking for something, but every time I looked back he was still there.
Gently, I touched his chin, moving it forward. He resisted, turning it straight back. I smirked, "Okay, what do I have to do to make you look forward for 10 seconds?"
Daniel thought for a second, breaking eye contact for the first time. His large hand brushed against his light stubble, his accentuated eyebrows fixed in a puzzled manner.
Finally, he had his wish. "Go out with me."
I paused, instantly stunned by his very forward answer. I looked at him, trying to see if he was joking, and, he wasn't. Seeing as how I needed to do my job and he was pretty cute...
"Okay, when?" I confidently asked, turning his head.
"8pm tonight. Where should I pick you up?"
You finished up your exam, noting on a clipboard your observations, and leaned back against the other bed in front of him.
"My shift here ends at 8, could we do later?"
He pursed his lips together. "Mmm I'm afraid not," he replied, "but I'll just pick you up from here at 8."
You paused, realizing that you only had your work uniform and normal clothes, nothing to wear on a date. "Are you sure? I should go home and shower and change and-"
"Nonsense," he cut you off, "you look great." He stared into your eyes, reading you, memorizing every curve of your face, every freckle. You did the same to him, admiring his sexy stubble, his full lips, and especially those eyes. Ugh, you could look into those eyes forever.
After a bit of time had passed, you two entranced in each other's presence, you cleared your throat. "So, the exam's done. No injuries, just bruises but those will go away with time," you said, as if the experienced F1 driver standing in front of you didn't know.
You blushed with your realization, but Daniel carried on, assuring you you were fine. "Great! I'll pick you up at 8pm near the McLaren Paddock," he exclaimed, rising from the cot.
"Sounds good," you smiled, excited to see him again in just a few hours.
-- 8pm
You were gonna be late, and you hated being late. You knew you couldn't go on a date with Daniel in your EMT uniform, so you quickly ran to the nearest change into your every day clothes - jeans, a cafe cropped top, and a light green cardigan.
You checked your watch, noting that it was already 8:10pm and Daniel was probably waiting for you.
You ran out to the McLaren paddock and saw Daniel resting against his McLaren 720S, scrolling through his phone.
"I'm so so sorry I'm late! I hope I didn't keep you waiting for too long," you said.
"Not at all," he replied, looking up from his phone. He was wearing jeans and a t shirt, nothing fancy but he still looked irresistible. "Shall we?" Like the gentleman he is, he opened the door for me and I scooted my way in. He skipped over to the other side of the car, buckling himself in.
"So, where to?" you questioned, a grin already apparent on your face.
He looked over, giving you a smirk. "It's a surprise." And with that, he sped off.
--
The drive was fast, as any F1 driver would be, and you looked over occasionally to see Daniel in his element. He looked so comfortable, one hand on the wheel and the other on the arm rest.
You both made simple conversation along the way. You told Daniel about working as an EMT and moving out of your parents' house at the age of 17, and he told you about leaving his community in Australia to pursue his dream. The conversation flowed and if it was as if you had known each other for ages. Every now and then again you would catch him staring at you and you would lock eyes, getting sunken into his chocolate brown eyes.
Eventually, you arrived at a grassy hill overlooking the city. Exiting the car, Daniel got out a picnic basket and blanket and quickly laid it down on the grass.
"Wow, a picnic and a sunset and a view, what a romantic," you cooed.
"Anything for a pretty girl like you," he replied, instantly making you blush.
You sat down on the blanket next to him, leaving a bit of space between you both. Daniel got out two glasses and a bottle of wine, pouring you both a glass. "To new people and hopefully new adventures," he cheered, his smile wide with pride.
"God, it's beautiful up here," you said, admiring the view. The city lights were so prominent but nature still surrounded you - the best of both worlds. "How'd you find it?"
He looked over at you, making eye contact as he went on with his story. "A few years ago in my debut season I was having the roughest time adjusting to the new car. So, I ran. I ran the hell out of the city and just kept going, trying to get my mind off everything." You listened to his words intently, your eyebrows coming together as you digested everything he said. "Eventually, I ended up here. And something about this space, it... healed me. The next day, I got to the circuit, raced my heart out, and got a podium."
You paused, taking in everything. "Thank you for bringing me here, to your special place," you said, looking directly at him.
Daniel looked down at your lips, then back at you. "Thank you for agreeing to come here."
"Well it's not like you forced me to come or anythi-" you started, just as he cupped your cheek, stopping you mid sentence.
"Y/n?" he asked, breathing heavy, "Can I kiss you?"
Daniel's question shocked you as you'd never encountered someone who actually asked for consent. "Please," you replied desperately. He smashed into your lips, enveloping you in a deep kiss, his tongue maneuvering his way around your mouth.
You deepend the kiss, bringing your hands up to his hair, playfully tugging at it. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his body. Enveloped in his scent, you didn't want it to stop.
*ring ring, ring ring*
Fuck.
You realized it was coming from your device, and you quickly apologized to Daniel before answering it.
"Hello?"
"y/n, it's me. Something's bad happened to your brother - he's in the hospital," your favorite aunt, Kelly, said with urgency.
"What?!" You felt your heart automatically start racing as Daniel looked at you with grave concern. "Where is he?"
"He's at St. David's North - come quick, they're going to take him to surgery soon."
"I'll be there soon Aunt Kelly, thank you." You quickly hung up the phone, gathering your things. "Sorry Daniel, I really have to go."
"No worries," he said, gathering the picnic materials as well. "Do you need a ride somewhere?"
"Yes that'd be great, St. David's North Hospital please, my brother's there." You started towards the car, and Daniel once again opened the door for you.
"We'll be there in 15," he said with confidence.
--
a/n: that's it! hope ya'll enjoyed this one. i love to see daniel's soft side :)
68 with daniel as your date to a wedding, lots of drunk dancing and drunk pda 🥺
68. "I have no one to go to the wedding"
I could barely contain my excitement as Daniel and I walked down the entrance of the restaurant where my best friend organized the wedding party. You look at him and you see that he also had a huge smile on his face.
To go to a wedding with your best friend after you have admitted to each other the feelings you both have and decided to take it easy, to let yourself be carried away, without having expectations from each other? Easy!
"Hey, Daniel. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure. What's up?"
"You know next week is Jessica's wedding, don't you?" he nods and you continue. "I have no one to go to the wedding so I was thinking maybe you can come with me?"
Daniel looks at you and seems to take that into account.
"Yeah, sure. Sounds good to me."
"Hey! I'm so glad you were able to get here!" says Jessica, your best friend.
"Of course! We wouldn't have missed this for anything in the world!" you say and take her in your arms.
"Sure, maybe only if I had a race today, I probably wouldn't have come, but you were lucky it was my free weekend." says Daniel and laughs.
You hit him in the ribs with your elbow.
"I'm kidding!" he says quickly and takes Jessica in his arms. "Not really, but you understand."
Jessica laughs and looks at you both.
"I'm so glad you're here, have fun!" Jessica goes to greet some more guests and you go to congratulate the groom, Chris.
You sat down at the table and you were both relieved to see that there were only friends of yours at the table.
The wedding was very beautiful and you and Daniel had a great time. The only downside was that he didn't want to dance yet. He always said later, but it was already past midnight and he had only gotten up from the table to go to the toilet.
You were on the dance floor dancing with some of your friends when you feel two hands gripping you from behind. You turn around quickly and see Daniel with the biggest smile on his face you've ever seen. You immediately realized he was drunk.
"Now I'm ready to dance with you, beautiful." he says and he pulls you away from your friends.
You laugh and run your hands around his neck.
"Ah, yes? And you had to drink to come to me to dance?"
"No, I just needed the drink for courage." he shrugs.
You laugh and cling to him, looking him in the eye.
"Then, if you have the courage now, let's have fun!"
Daniel puts his hands on your back and lets them fall easily until they reach your bottom. He grins when he sees you're not saying no and squeezes a little.
"Daniel Joseph Ricciardo, we're at a wedding, for God's sake! Calm down!" you say and start laughing.
"I can't calm down when I have such a beautiful and irresistible girl in front of me."
The slow song stopped and a very rhythmic one began. Daniel immediately walks away from you and starts dancing chaotically. You start laughing and join him, all the wedding guests looking at you now.
Hi, could u please do a part 2 for the max cheating one where he fights like hell for the reader to even just be a part of her life and even though it takes a while m, he doesn’t give up and then maybe she starts dating someone and he tries like hell to be happy for her but he can’t cos that just reminds him of what he lost and maybe they do get back together after a few months or years? Absolutely love all your angst fics !!
Summary: You found out Max cheated on you part. 2
Warnings: angst, swearing
Word count: 2.5k
Part 1 HERE
there will be a part 3 too, don't worry!
Regret is part of the grieving process of a relationship. Everyone wonders if there was something else they could have done to “save” a relationship. In your case, it really is something you could have done not to lose her. You couldn’t cheat on her with Kelly Piquet.
Although so many months have passed since then, you can still recite from memory the last message you gave her.
‘If all I am to you is some evil character on some bad memory card that you access over and over, reminding me of past mistakes over and over... then I love you for always and forever... but we are over and out. Our good times outnumbered the bad by multitudes, but listening to you anyone would think it was a shit show.’
She kept her word and resigned. They were all sad to see her leave, and they knew that if she left, it meant we broke up. However, no one came to you to ask what happened, probably because everyone knew about your little getaway with Kelly.
In the first weeks, whenever you enter the garage, there was silence. You knew everyone was talking about you and Y/N, your past relationship, and they had every right to talk.
The worst was when Christian decided it was time to find out more and, why not, to make you feel like shit. So he invited you for a coffee.
“So, explain to me, what was going on inside your head?” he starts right away as soon as you get your coffees.
You shifted awkwardly in your seat, avoiding his gaze.
"You already know what happened. To hell with it, everyone in Formula 1 knows what happened," you say.
"Yes, Max. I know what happened because Anthony talked to other engineers and that's how I found out what was happening. But no one knows your part of the story. And I want to know from you what happened before I express my opinion." Christian Horner answers and has a sip of his coffee.
You are left with a sense of emptiness and a numb feeling that you can’t even put into words. You are left alone behind to collect all of your shattered pieces and realize again, for the millionth time, that humans are one of the most selfish and awful species that will never learn how not to take your sensitive feelings for granted. Regret is a form of not standing behind the choices we make. Why did I choose to be selfish? Why didn't I settle for her love? Because it wasn't the fact that I didn't love her or felt attracted to her that pushed me toward Kelly. I could argue that it was a slip-up. A mistake. But it didn't happen just once, right?
The first time it happened you were in Spain for the Grand Prix.
You knew Kelly pretty well, she had only been in love with your former teammate, so it wasn't strange that she was in the paddock with Penelope Kvyat.
You've spoken hundreds of times before, your conversations already came naturally. You talked about everything: family, friends, relationships.
She knew you were in a happy relationship with Y/N and at first, she seemed genuinely happy for you. You don't know when jealousy came. Suddenly, instead of saying how beautiful Y/N looked that day, she said her hair was weird. It's like she's gotten fatter. Not much, just enough to be seen at the hips. Don't you think she's a little close to Anthony? Ah, are they best friends? I don't know, Max, I'd say be careful, she'll tell you one of these days she's leaving you for him. I'm just saying... If I were her, I would never do that.
Somehow, those words got under your skin. Kelly got under your skin. And you, like a fool, listened to her. Why?
Why couldn't you go to Y/N and talk?
But you knew the answer to that question: You knew that, in fact, Y/N hadn't done anything wrong. It's just that you let yourself be influenced by a pair of breasts and you didn't realize it. Or you didn't want to realize.
There were two primary ideas in your mind. 1. She would never do that. She loves you, and just as you wouldn't hurt her, she wouldn't hurt you either. And 2. What if Kelly is right? Maybe, just maybe, she knows what she's talking about because she's a woman, and damn it, no matter how hard you try, you can't understand them.
Yes, the two ideas clashed and didn't make sense. But what you felt didn't make sense. You two were fine, why do you feel like you found out she's leading a double life?
She never gave you a reason to doubt her. So where does this unfounded fear come from?
So, if you were to choose a state that pushed you toward Kelly, you could say it was fear.
Fear of not being hurt.
Fear and fear that she will leave you and you will be heartbroken.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. But you knew it was wrong.
You knew it would hurt her, but when you felt the warmth of Kelly's body beneath yours, her hot lips on your neck, you didn't care.
But in the end, you had to go back to Y/N. And you felt like hell. The burden was too heavy. It's quite painful for the brain and heart. It's leading towards the psychological defined effects on the brain result from the regrets in life-based on the intensity level of regret.
It's easy to lie to the world. But you can't lie to yourself. You can give excuses about how your partner never gave you time and attention or wasn't there for you when you needed them. But there's no escape from the fact that you broke someone's trust and crucified the sanctity of love.
You acted as nothing happened. You kissed her passionately, told her you loved her, even though you could still feel the weight of Kelly's body over yours.
She suspected absolutely nothing.
You got away with it this time.
The second time it happened was in Monaco. It's just that the reason was no longer fear.
You wanted her again.
You were like an addict. You compared the sex you had with the two of them. With Kelly, it seemed better.
You were lying to yourself. You were like an animal.
Again, after you finished, you went to your girlfriend and told her you loved her.
You have a conscious and it hunts you every day. You often wonder if this heavy feeling will ever go away.
When you were with Y/N you thought of Kelly. Not romantically or sexually. You thought, and you were aware, that it wasn't right.
It felt like you can’t breathe in the fresh air like you’re halfway underwater. It makes you get goosebumps that feel like needles on your skin. Like a bad memory, you don’t want to remember but it’s stuck in your mind, just being replayed over and over. Sometimes it stops, you think it’s gone but it comes back. It always comes back, with a harder punch. It makes your heart drop. And you swear you'll never do it again.
The third time it happened was in Azerbaijan. That's when your girlfriend found out.
You can't blame anyone for it. You weren't discreet at all. You simply left the paddock together and were seen by Anthony. But that's not what triggered it all.
The mark on your neck, the living proof that you were a disgusting person, was there. Anthony saw it. Of all the people who could come to you at that moment, exactly her best friend came. He saw the sign and assumed your girlfriend did it, right? Why assume anything else? Why would he assume that the sign was made by another woman with whom you fuck?
You didn't realize he saw the sign. Why? Because you had no idea of such a sign on your skin. Why was he there? Why had Kelly left a mark on you? She knew better than not to do such a thing.
You discovered the sign when you were looking for your girlfriend everywhere but she was not in the paddock; she was on a walk with Anthony to calm herself down, but you didn't know the reason.
How could you explain to your girlfriend why you have a hickey on your neck? A plausible explanation for her to believe.
When you saw her coming, you realized she found out. Her eyes were red as if she spent the last hours crying. And your heart broke. You triggered this. At that moment you realized that you fucked everything you had best in this world and you wanted to die.
You believe it’s wrong to assume that infidelity or lack thereof is in any way related to how much someone loves another.
Yes.
Yes, you can love someone and cheat on them.
Cheating has nothing to do with your feelings for the other person.
It has nothing to do with anything the other person does or fails to do.
The person that is being cheated on did not somehow fall short of expectations.
It's an attempt to quench a particular brand of insecurity: the cheater harbors a form of self-doubt temporarily assuaged by cheating.
She broke up with you. It was wrong of you to assume that she will get you back after everything you've done.
So why did you cheat on Y / N in the first place? So she won't hurt you. Instead, you hurt her and you hurt yourself in the process.
That night you sent a long text message to Kelly, ending your forbidden relationship.
'Although I knew that our relationship could not become more than occasional sex and that what I was doing was wrong, I allowed myself to taste the forbidden fruit and throw myself into this passionate relationship. Maybe if you had asked me the other day, I would have said that I like sex with you, but now that is no longer true. I'm disgusted that it got to this point where I ended up hurting the woman I love. It wasn't fair to you either. I used you, and I'm sorry, but I feel like we used each other more. I hope you'll get everything you want in life. Take care.'
"Do you want to know what happened?" you ask Christian. "Well, find out I was an idiot who thought he could avoid a hard break up by fucking another woman." Christian seems stunned by your violent confession. "I thought if I fucked Kelly I could somehow protect myself from a broken heart. I don't know. I'm stupid, an idiot, an imbecile, a moron, and all the synonyms in English."
Christian listens to you carefully. After you finished saying what you had to say, he seemed to choose his words very carefully.
"We are humans. We make mistakes. Sometimes we hurt others, sometimes we hurt only ourselves. Do you regret what you did?"
"Of course I'm sorry."
"If you are feeling guilty now, it means you must have learned something, that makes you feel guilty now, which was not there when you were doing the things which are now making you feel guilty. Forgive yourself. You are an imperfect human being, just like every other human in existence. Whatever you did, if you need to apologize to her, then do so. Y/N deserves the validation that you harmed them, and by apologizing, you show to others that you are not the bad person they may think you are. But mostly - forgive yourself and move on. That is really all anyone can do. From here on, be the person you wish you were in your past. Be the most honest, loving, caring, and kind person that you can possibly be."
"I apologized to her that night."
"She needs time to process everything that happened. She went through a traumatic experience."
The fact that you talked to Christian gave you hope. You wanted to win her back. You knew it was going to be hard. Y/N didn't trust you anymore. But you weren't going to give up too easily. So the first step was to talk to Anthony.
You haven't talked to Anthony since she left and you felt like he was ignoring you. Rightly tho: you hurt his best friend.
"Hey, Anthony. Do you think we can talk a little?"
Anthony looks up from the tablet in his hand and looks at you. He was stuck in the corner, he couldn't refuse you now.
"Let me guess, do you want to talk about Y/N?"
"Is that really that obvious?"
"I think if you were interested in the rear wing of the car, you would go to someone else."
"Is she okay? It's been seven months and... I don't know anything about her."
Anthony is thinking you can see the wheels spinning in his mind. He didn't know if it was okay to talk to you about her.
"Yes. She's fine."
You bite your lip. He basically answered your question. Short and to the point, right? Now you could turn around and leave. But you wanted to know more.
"That's good..." you say. "I'm glad she's fine."
"She's happy. She's with a guy."
Your broken heart broke once more at the sound of that phrase. She is in a relationship with a guy. Good for her. That means she recovered after you shattered her trust.
"Yes..." he says. "I just can't stand the guy and no matter how much I hate you right now, I still prefer you for her."
"Wait what?"
Aristotle said, “Hope is the dream of the waking man.”. Hope is the unshakeable belief that no matter how bad our circumstances, that somehow, someway, everything will turn out alright or even good for us in the end.
Someone once said, “We can live a few weeks without food; a few days without water and a few minutes without air, but we cannot last a single second without hope.”
Hope battles despair in our mind, the little evil voice that claims to be “realism” that claims to see things as they are - doomed to fail, without the possibility of success, that we are luckless, loveless, unlovable.
That's what you felt at that moment: hope.
Because even though you were a dick, Anthony still wanted you for Y/N. And you know how much she appreciates the advice of her best friend.
"Even though she's with him, she still loves you, you know? She never stopped loving you. Even though you broke her heart and she needed a psychiatrist to get over it, she still loves you. And I hate you for doing this to her. I hate you messed with her head, but I know what you did with... her... doesn't define you. I don't want to know the details. But I want to know one thing. Do you still love her?"
Helloooo, I made another OC x canon template thingy👀 I've made the same templates with Alcina and her daughters, Donna, Moreau and The Duke. I'll post them separately because I can't add more than 10 pics per post🙄
Anyway, enjoyyyy
Also I think that there are no mistakes (spelling, etc) but if you notice something please tell me lol🧐
I'm in love with your writing for Heisenberg. I'd love to see what you think he'd be like pre-relationship. Like pining for reader and stuff!:)
🥺😍 THANK YOU! I'm so glad you like my writing...Heisenberg deserves all the love!
Since you asked so nicely, here's some pre-relationship pining headcanons for everyone's favourite magnetic man, (with a confession sprinkled in).
If you don't interact regularly/haven't officially met yet, expect a lot of watching from afar, either in person or through devices, and a lot of "accidental" meet-ups.
Heisenberg is a doer not a talker, when he's pining he'll show it in his actions. He's very practical about it all, e.g., putting up signs to help you find your way to him in the factory, protecting you from the other Lords and mother Miranda.
Tries to casually show off his creations to impress you.
If you fall asleep in the factory, he will sit there and guard you until you wake up.
He may give you a knife he made, "for just in case".
Heisenberg wants to show more 'romantic' affection, but he doesn't really know how and always hesitates/draws back.
He may drop hints but nothing concrete; all teasing and crass humour, showmanship and bravado.
Freezes, or drops whatever he's holding, at the slightest sign of affection or reciprocated teasing, he's not rejecting you he's just trying to process it (Heisenberg.exe has stopped working).
Warning: he may short circuit and throw the nearest metal object if you just grab his hand and hold it while talking. He will pull away after being stunned for a minute and make a joke about how you're "so damn needy" or "a nuisance", but he keeps rubbing his palm and looking at your hands longingly, so he's not fooling anyone.
When working on a project in the safety of his factory, he will often take off his coat and hat and tie up his hair. Seeing this, you picked up his hat and wore it once, ONCE, and he can't stop imagining you in his clothes. Will "accidentally" leave his coat lying around where you will find it, (I say "accidentally" because he won't admit anything).
Will forget to pay attention at 'family' meetings in favour of daydreaming about you. But if anyone notices, he will instead swap to focusing intently, terrified they will notice something is strange and investigate him (and find out about you).
If you do end up under the Lords or Mother Miranda's scrutiny, he will say anything, do anything, to get you given to him, either as an assistant or 'for a show'.
However, as mentioned before, he's terrified of caring for someone in case they leave him, so he will try to push you away periodically, usually after a 'family' meeting or if he's just finished writing a report for Mother Miranda. (This will get worse the more he realises he cares for you).
He will scream and shout, never touching you but breaking objects near you to show off how dangerous he can be. He may even throw metal around or drop you in with the Sturm to make you scared enough to leave. He's watching to make sure he can pull you out before anything happens, but if he's too slow and you get hurt or you start crying, he will immediately stop and never do it again.
He gets super depressed at the thought of you being hurt because of him, and then he gets angry that he cares, which leads to him being sad again. (He becomes an even bigger brat at 'family' meetings).
He will hide himself away and throw himself into his experiments, ramping up his revolution plans (blaming Mother Miranda for having to drive you away). He convinces himself if he bars you from entering the factory and never comes out, you'll forget him and leave (so you'll be safe). But he won't be able to stop himself from seeking you out to watch from afar (if you're still in the village).
If you catch him watching you or break into his factory to find him, he'll break down. You'll either find him crying or working, and he will be so happy to see you but also afraid and try to leave. Stop him from leaving and he will trap you against a wall and act angry telling you to leave, but the tears streaming down his face tell another story. Tell him you're not going anywhere and hold him and his walls will shatter, and then he will collapse on you (good luck holding him up). If you ask, he'll promise to stop pushing you away and explain himself (although he will try to deflect his feelings and focus more on the Mother Miranda threat).
This man will not stop trying to make up for what he's done. We're talking gifts...if he can make it, he will. Want a bike?, he'll build you one, need a gun?, he'll make you one.
He's not experienced with apologies but, for you, he will try.
If he hasn't already confessed, when he does, he's dramatic. This can go two ways, either he crafts the scene for his confession and then proceeds to get embarrassed and mumble his way through it, or completely forgets his plan and confesses unexpectedly while in the middle of a conversation.
If he manages to execute his planned out confession...you will walk into the factory to be met with lights, a stage, bouquets of metal flowers he crafted lining the walls, and an old repaired radio playing some soft classical. It's dark enough that, you can't tell if it's the fire in the corner or he's blushing, and...is he wearing cologne?
There we go..all wrapped up. Thanks again for the ask...this was super fun to write! :D
Summary: So I've watched a few playthroughs of Resident Evil Village and this man deserves some happiness. Here's some of my personal SFW headcanons for Karl falling in love.
This man has some serious trust issues. He's completely closed off under that facade of bravado and showmanship, but also desperate for a connection that isn't forced on him by the Cadou or Mother Miranda.
If he's in the middle of playing the role of Mother Miranda's obedient servant...It's a miracle you're still alive. You must have done something spectacular to catch his attention and make him not reveal you to, or save you from, the other Lords. (Note: his definition of saving is making the Lycans give you a head-start and having his creations avoid you in the labyrinth.)
If he met you on one of his jaunts to the village pub or walks through the woods, he appears grateful to talk to someone and forget his life for awhile, but will try to forget you exist once he leaves. You will have to work hard to get him to stick around.
If you tell him you like him first or are nice to him in general, he will swing wildly between wanting to know you and being suspicious that you're some kind of test or spy for Mother Miranda or another Lord, (especially if you're from the Village. Less so if you're from outside, but then he questions what it is you want from him).
You are going to need to prove yourself before he will open up to you. Something dramatic like 'thinking the Sturm is going to kill him and pushing him out of the way' will immediately earn your points with him (and a lecture to look after yourself more).
He will deny his feelings for a long time. Making jokes to evade any affection you give him or trying to scare you away. Be persistent.
However, once he's fallen, this man is gone.
He's pretty rough-around-the-edges and not great at showing affection to begin with, he's more of a doer than a speaker. He'll start making you trinkets or gadgets to make you life easier. The Lycans are banned from being within twenty feet of you. Need any DIY done, Karl's your man. He starts fixing the floors and grinding down any sharp edges in the factory where you might go, (he'll do the whole building just give him time).
His brash personality and rude jokes can sometimes ruin the moment, show him some patience and ask for what you want and this man will respond two-fold. Oh, you said you like when he calls you 'kitten' or 'darling'?, that's now your name, you want him to say 'i love you' more?, it's his new greeting.
He won't show it, but he's terrified you're going to leave him. Cue him making any excuse to have you stay in the factory, (if you're not already).
He needs lots of reassurance that you love him for who he is, that you're not repulsed by the whole 'mutant' business, that you're not going to leave. He won't ask gently either.
Acts confident and loves to tease you. If he gets you to blush it's a personal win for him.
Arguments can range from mundane little annoyances to full-blown shouting matches. He has a tendency to go too far, snap back at him to establish boundaries. (Note: don't threaten to leave or he will use his powers to trap you, either against a wall or just in the factory, and he will not let you out until you take it back.)
He will do his best not to show any 'weakness' in front of you for a long time. He doesn't like showing vulnerability and will act aggressive to get you to leave if you walk in on him crying, it's all bravado for show, and if you walk in (despite the metal scrap flying dangerously close to your head) and ask if he wants to talk (or just hold him in general), he will melt. Fuss over any of the countless burns or cuts he gets from his work and he will give you heart eyes for days. Kiss his scars and he will be a blushing mess unable to look you in the eyes.
He's fiercely protective, and if Mother Miranda doesn't know about you, he will keep you hidden in the factory and guard you like a dragon their hoard, (he will not hesitate to kidnap you if needed).
Karl has always been stressed 24/7, with running the factory, building his army, and plotting his revolution against Miranda. Running on two hours sleep and 2 caffeine patches on a good day. Now he's even more stressed, because he's always worrying keeping you safe.
If you want him to rest, ask him to come cuddle, take of his hat and run your fingers through his hair...he will fall asleep in your arms. You're stuck now, he'll wake up if you move.
It's best to stay out of the way when he has a tantrum over his 'family' because he tends to lose awareness of his surroundings and starts flinging scrap everywhere. However, if you call his name loud enough or he sees you, he will silently storm over and bury his face in your neck. He won't ask, but he wants you to hold him.
