She puts her notebook in her bag, puts on her coat and leaves the classroom. She walks to her locker to put away her class books and grab her gym bag, since it's her next class.
She opens the locker and when she was about to put down her notebooks, she sees a piece of paper. She takes it, puts her things away and grabs her gym bag. She closes her locker and opens the piece of paper.
-Hey, you must not know me but look at your right, white tee, black jeans. 06 42 13 31 77, O.P-
She feels herself blushing and looks to her right. She blushed even more when she saw a boy, in a white t-shirt and black pants, who smiled at her, embarrassed. His short brown hair falls lightly in front of his eyes and his gaze is full of tenderness.
They look at each other for a few seconds before the bell rings and they have to go back to class.
He breaks eye contact first, one of his friends patting him on the back. She looks away as well, heading towards the gym.
It’s been almost a years since I last posted. I have a lot of draft and I know I won’t post anymore here so as my goodbye gift, here are some of my longest draft I have
Feel free to take inspiration from them, just do not rewrite it words by words!!
Summary: Y/n loves to hurt. It's her way to show people that she loves them. Oscar, with his lovely heart, shows her what true love is.
Warning: talk about abusive parents, hurt, sensitive y/n
A/N: I'll not be active for a long moment, I still have really important exams in one week and I'm really busy working on it :)
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Oscar takes her in his arms, kissing the tops of her head. ''Sugar, calm down.'' She doesn't listen to him and struggles in his arms, trying to escape from his embrace. ''Oscaaar, let me go!!'' He chuckles, squeezing her more. She hits his shin with her feet, causing him to groan in pain and release his grip on her.
''Y/n! Careful!'' She laughs softly, moving away from him quickly. ''I told you to let me go!'' He sighs, visibly annoyed. ''Y/n you need to stop hurting me like this sometimes.'' She looks at him visibly shocked. Why is he telling her that?
She feels tears coming up in her eyes but tries to hide it. ''I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean it..'' Her voice was shaky. Oscar doesn't dare to take her back in his arms, afraid that she will take it in a bad way. ''Sugar, it's ok. There is no need to cry just because of that.'' He doesn't mean it but he was so cold in his voice. Just Oscar. The man who doesn't really show his emotion, even if he tries to do it with her. But y/n take it bad, she doesn't feel understood.
''I-I'm sorry if I hurt you.'' Oscar was ready to take the bull by the horns and confronted her about it. ''Why are you always hurting me when we are in a cute moment?'' She doesn't understand why he asked her, it's obvious to her. ''To show you how much I love you.'' Oscar looked at her, not understanding this answer. ''Why?'' He tries to understand her feelings but sometimes she's so mysterious.
A ball of anxiety forms in her stomach and in her throat. She can no longer speak properly, tears falling down her cheeks.
''Hey, hey, hey, no, no, no, don't cry sugar, it's ok.'' He takes her in his arms instinctively, rocking her softly. He makes her sit against him on the couch, rubbing her back tenderly.
''Talk to me. Take your time but talk to me, please..'' She quickly calmed down, sobbing softly and tried to speak.
''When I was younger.. my dad was quite.. abusive?'' Oscar doesn't say anything, letting her talk. He kept rubbing her back, encouraging her.
''He was so toxic. I realize it now, but when I was young, for me it was normal. He beat my mother. Sometimes until she was full of blood.'' Oscar is stunned. He never imagined it would come from this. That her childhood has such a big impact on her life.
''I'm sorry for hurting you but.. it's like to show you how much I love you. Like my father does it with my mother.''
He doesn't know what to say. He's so stunned by her revelation. ''But..Why didn't you tell me about it before?'' She looked at the ground, avoiding eye contact with him. ''I was..scared? I don't know.. I'm sorry.'' He kisses her forehead. ''Don't say sorry for that. It's ok.'' He stroked her hair tenderly. ''I'll teach you what's real love.'' She chuckles. He gets even closer to her, kissing her softly. He put his hands on her cheek, her hand on his chest.
Summary: when Y/n, Oscar and Lando show to everyone their threesome, y/n receive a lot of hate.
Warning: bisexual Oscar and Lando, depression, mutilation, y/n being hated.
A/N: Here, we talk about depression and some things that it creates : lack of hygiene, not taking care of yourself..
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When they announced their relationship to fans, Oscar and Lando were afraid that they would receive hate. But how wrong they were.
They only realized it when they found themselves sitting in a hospital room, waiting for her to wake up.
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It all started a few months ago. Photos of Lando, Oscar and Y/n were broadcast on the networks. Nothing too serious, they weren't very intimate photos. But still, they wanted to keep their relationship a little more secret.
After this setback, they stopped hiding. They showed themselves a little more to people. At the end of each boys' race, Y/n had gotten into the habit of kissing them, each in turn. Even Oscar and Lando made efforts. Sure, they were still too shy to kiss in public, but hands behind their backs or on their waists became less innocuous.
The fans were crazy about it. Not in a bad way. They love seeing them together. Well... they love seeing Lando and Oscar together. Not Y/n with Lando and Oscar.
Y/n is a very busy person. She is still a student and overwhelmed by her homework and exams. She can't always be there for her boys and they don't mind. But the fans do. They think she's only there for the money, they physique, especially to be with both at the same time.
Against all odds, it was Y/n who received a lot of hate. At first, it didn't bother her. There were just a few comments under the photos of the three of them together. Then it became hate-filled messages sent to her private account. It affected her a little more. But she didn't want to tell the boys about it, for fear of worrying them too much and ruining their relationship.
The boys didn't suspect anything. During a very long time. To them, it was just a few hateful comments.
Y/n kept this secret for a very long time. Maybe too long. It was just cyberbullying until recently. The rumors spread throughout her university. In addition to being harassed on the networks, people at her university started to push her aside, to give her horrible looks, full of hatred.
But she still didn't talk to the boys about it. They started to get busier, the races became more regular and closer, often, they continued taking flies without returning home.
But the closer her end-of-year exams got, the more demotivated she became. If the boys saw her in the state she is in. She no longer takes care of herself, she no longer takes the time to put on makeup, she no longer takes the time to eat or sleep.
The boys still managed to push her to come see them. She accepted, reluctantly. Even though she missed her boys, she didn't want them to see her in such a pitiful state.
But she took this plane. She took it and joined them in Mexico. Her sad and demotivated look didn't go unnoticed by the boys. The fans also took the trouble to point this out.
They could see that something was wrong but they couldn't get her to confess. She kept telling them that she was fine, that she was just a little tense about her exams. And they believed her. They know her well, they know how much pressure she puts on herself. But what a mistake on their part.
The day when everything really changed was a day like any other. It was Sunday, race day. She woke up in the morning, her men's arms around her waist. They got ready to go to the track and she joined them a little later.
The sideways glances flew as she walked through the paddocks, her boys at her side. The race goes pretty well, the only time the camera is on her, she gets booed. She hides her tears from the camera, trying to stay strong.
But as soon as the camera is no longer on her, she removes her noise-canceling headphones and takes refuge in Oscar's driver's room. Well, that's what she wanted to do. But she was walking in such a hurry that she didn't intentionally bump into someone. A Lando fan, seen in her t-shirt which proudly displays the number 4.
The fan doesn't even take the time to apologize, compared to her. She gives her an envelope, without saying anything. Then leaves, as if nothing had happened.
Y/n stays there for several seconds, staring at the letter in her hands. Nothing was written on it, but she was afraid of what was inside. She makes her way back to Oscar's driver's room and sits down on the small sofa. She opens the envelope, her hands shacking violently. She expected the worst.
And she was right. The envelope included photos. From her. But also from Oscar and Lando. There were papers, filled with intimate photos, addresses, the phone numbers of her boys..
She doesn't read everything, her vision becoming blurry from tears. Her breathing becomes rapid and she feels the anxiety attack coming. But that's not the worst part. The worst is the word drag between all these papers.
''Kill yourself or kill their career''
It was the first time she had encountered this. Someone clearly told her to kill herself. By threatening her as well. But what to do ? If she talks about it, it will be broadcast. If she doesn't do anything, it's going to be broadcast.
She stuffs all the papers into her purse and collects her things. She doesn't want to wait any longer and gets off the track, already driving towards the hotel.
She knows what to do. Unfortunately, she already faced this when she was younger. She wastes no time and fills the bathroom tub with cold water. She still takes the time to write texts on her phone intended for Oscar, Lando, her family and her best and only friend.
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She gets into the bathtub, without even taking the time to undress. The icy water gives her goosebumps and her skin is more fragile. She takes the razor blade and observes it for a long time. She feels like she's going back to being the teenager she was, lost, alone, and hated by everyone.
All she wanted was to be loved.
But people are mean.
Really mean.
She presses the blade against her arm. And cut herself. Once. Twice. Thrice. Ten times. Fifteen times. She cuts herself, until she can no longer feel her arm.
She feels bad. Terribly bad. Her head is spinning, she is losing too much blood. She knows she's going to faint. So she waits, in pain and cold. Hers body is tired, then all went black.
END OF THE TW
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When Oscar and Lando get out of their car, after a not so good race, they are exhausted. Mentally and physically. All they want is to be in their girlfriend's arms. So when they learn that she rushed back to the hotel, they know that's something wrong.
They gets changed, cuts the interviews short and returns to the hotel as quickly as possible. Lando surprised himself by driving so fast outside of the race.
They rush through the hotel corridors, their breathing rapid at what they can find. Oscar opens the door. The room is illuminated by the sun coming through the window and everything seems normal. Except her phone and some papers on the bed.
Oscar enters first, squeezing Lando's hand tightly. He walks over to the bed and looks at the papers. He feels Lando's hand leave, probably to search around the room.
The more Oscar looks at the papers, the more he understands what is happening. A knot forms in his throat and stomach.
''O-Oscar..'' He hears Lando's shaky voice and turns around. He walks closer to the bathroom, where Lando is and his eyes widen.
How could this have happened? How had they not noticed anything? How? And why?
Lando falls to the ground in shock. Oscar runs to the bathtub and tries to get out Y/n. He succeeds in doing so. She's so skinny and light that for him it's like lifting a dumbbell.
Oscar doesn't lose his cool compared to Lando who is already in the middle of a panic attack. Oscar grabs one of the towels that's laying out and presses it against Y/n's arm.
''Lan'. Lando. Lando!'' He tries to call him but he's in such a big panic that he doesn't answer, trying to hold his tears. Oscar doesn't know what to do. He has never had a panic attack. When Y/n had one, it was Lando who took care of her and vice versa.
He takes his phone out of his pocket and calls the firefighter on speakerphone. He explained to them the situation and they sent help, telling him what to do.
He puts y/n in a safety position, checks to make sure she's still breathing and tries to talk to Lando.
''Lando. Listen to my voice.'' The young man doesn't look away from his girlfriend he thinks dead. ''Lando! She's fine.'' He has to lie to get him back to reality. He finally looked up at him, his tears falling down his cheeks.
''Hey, hey, hey, baby. Don't cry, help is coming.'' Lando wipes his tears and tries to speak but nothing comes out of his mouth. ''Take deep breaths. In and out, slowly.'' He tries to remember what Y/n usually does to calm him down.
''Lando, I'm going to need your help.'' Lando nod, unable to talk. ''First, calm down. Second, pass me her phone. It's on the bed.'' He slowly got up from the floor, walking awkwardly towards the bed. He picked up her phone, crying even more when he saw her lock screen. It was the three of them, happy. Lando was hugging y/n, his head in hers and Oscar was behind them, his arms around their waist and his head on Y/n's shoulder. They were smiling, close and madly in love.
Summary: Y/n is too lazy to cook so they went to the little fast food next to their home
Warning: unhealthy food
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They are lying on the couch, the blanket pulled up to their chins. Oscar spoons Y/n tightly, his arms around her waist and his head in her neck. They watch their series, the one they started earlier in the day.
''Baby?'' He talked to her, making her jump slightly because of the calm that lasted all afternoon.
''mh?'' She feels his hand rubbing softly her belly. ''I'm hungry..'' He kisses her neck with his warm lips. She groans and rubs her eyes. ''Mhh.. I'm too lazy to cook something.'' She complain.
He chuckles softly, his hot breath tickling her soft skin. ''You want me to prepare dinner?'' She sits up abruptly, running her hand through her hair to adjust it. ''No way, you're gonna burn everything.'' He stands up as well and wraps his arms around her once again, kissing her cheek. ''You know me too well.''
She lay against his chest, feeling in security in his warm embrace. ''I wanna eat pizza.'' She grabs her phone, Oscar looking attentively at it over her shoulder. ''Damnit, we have to move, they don't deliver anymore.''
She gets up from the couch, stretching her arms and cracking her neck. ''I'm gonna get dressed.'' They had stayed in their pajamas all day, snacking on a few pasta for lunch. They came back from a birthday party the day before and were literally dead.
She comes back dressed in awful jogging pants and a sweater that doesn't go with it at all. Oscar chuckled when he saw her, finishing arranging the living room.
He goes upstairs to put on a few things as well while she puts on her shoes and sleeveless coat.
He takes her hands and they go outside. Oscar locked the door behind them, and they went towards the elevator. He keeps her close to him the whole way down and they walk, hand in hand toward the little fast food. The cool night air made Oscar shiver and he placed his hand in the pocket of Y/n's jacket.
They entered it and sat down on a table, waiting for the waiter to come. He orders a four-cheese pizza, she orders a margarita.
The pizzas end up burning, they are not good, not topped and horribly dry. But they don't care, as long as they can eat. They tell each other things that they didn't say during the day, in relation to the series or quite simply in relation to yesterday evening. Oscar tells her that he slept all afternoon, and she tells him that she noticed him and took lots of photos. He smiles lovingly, knowing he is loved with her.
After their most elaborate meal, Oscar orders a chocolate pizza, which he loves. ''Baby let me take a pic, please???'' She made him her doe eyes, knowing he can't refuse with it.
He sighs, amused. ''If you want that much.'' Y/n picked up her phone and Oscar smiled weirdly at the cam. ''I love the fact that you don't know how to smile.''
''i know how to smile.'' He takes a slice and bites into it. ''No you don't.'' She keeps taping things on her phone. ''I do.'' She sighs and shows him the picture in her Instagram story. ''Ok. Maybe I really need to learn how to smile.''
Summary: Oscar is someone with a lot of habits and he hates changing them. Until he met this girl.
Warning: none
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Oscar wakes up every day at nine o'clock. He starts his day by drinking hot chocolate, then he gets ready. He goes to the gym and does his exercises for two hours. He goes home, eats, and generally spends his afternoons at the MTC. He never comes home too late at night, preferring to have time for himself. He watches his series and goes to sleep at eleven o'clock.
And it's always been like that, since he moved to Oxford. Oscar likes his habits. And he doesn't want to change them for anything in the world. He doesn't like change.
But one morning, when he gets home from the gym, he accidentally runs into a young woman with a cardboard box in her hands. ''Oh uhm sorry.'' He muttered, his cheeks red from embarrassment. If it were up to him, he would have continued on his way and returned home. But seeing her struggling with her box which seems heavy, he can't help but help her.
And although he was terribly hungry because of the physical exertion he had made earlier, he spent all of his lunchtime helping her bring her boxes to her flat, right next to his.
After that, he thought he was done with her. That he was only going to see her again occasionally and that's it. But how wrong he was.
The same evening, while he is in his bed, just a pair of boxers on and he tries to sleep, he cannot do it. Not with all this noise. Certainly, his new neighbor was charming. But she likes music a little too much.
He looks at the ceiling, his eyes wide open and the music ringing in his ears. Just from radiohead reasons in his head. He looks at the time, and it's almost midnight. It's going to disrupt his whole day tomorrow.
He sighs heavily and gets up. He puts on a pair of shorts and goes out to knock at the door next of his. He has to knock a few times before she eventually opens the door.
''Oh, it's for the music?'' She blushed slightly, focusing her eyes into his to not let it fall down on his very well defined chest. His hair is a mess and he has a tired look on his face.
''I'm trying to sleep.'' He answered, more coldly than he expected. Even if he was pissed off, he couldn't help but look more at her cute face, her pulped red lips, her dark blue eyes, her cheeks slightly red from her make up.. And in a few seconds, he's no longer angry.
''I'm sorry, I was arranging all my stuff.'' She apologizes awkwardly. He is understanding but still asks her to turn down the volume and she apologizes one last time before he returns home and wishes her good night.
He returns to his bed, leaving his shorts on the floor. But this time, it's no longer the music that keeps him from sleeping, but her.
She decided to put on calmer music than rock. Some things more along the lines of Beethoven. Moonlight sonata, to be precise. And Oscar liked that. Not the music, because it's absolutely not his taste. But he liked the fact that she cares for him and puts on something softer.
Since that day, Oscar hoped every day to see her in the corridor. Struggling with something so that he can help her. But he never saw her. He always hears her songs, even sometimes hearing her sing. And what a beautiful voice she has.
One day, late one summer evening, he hangs out on his phone on his balcony, feeling far too hot to sleep. As he was about to go back in the little flat and close the window, her heard a soft voice talk softly.
''B~ A~ B~ Y~ Baby!'' He just froze, not making any noise to just listen to her voice. It was the first time he heard her from so close. And his cheeks were all red, both from embarrassment and from admiration.
''Baby! Ohhh~ hoo~ Baaabee~ I love when you call me babe!'' She keeps singing and his heart melts. It was the most beautiful melody he had ever heard. He let her finish her concert before deciding to speak.
''I like your voice.'' He heard her making a strange noise, probably from fear. ''Oh my god, I didn't know there were ghosts here.'' She joked nervously.
Oscar moves closer to the barrier and leans over to put his head on the other side of the small wall that separates the two balconies. She was only wearing a long t-shirt and probably just her panties underneath. But still, Oscar doesn't mind looking at her.
She also looks at him, noticing his bare shoulders, indicating that he is probably shirtless. And yet, their gaze does not break away.
The first thing Oscar notices is her hair. She cut them into a square. And he doesn't fail to tell her so. ''I like it.'' He simply said. She was a bit surprised that he remembered her, and especially her hair.
And of course, she noticed one thing too. His neck. It has doubled in volume. And she doesn't fail to tell him so. ''It's because of my job.'' He answered as she leaned against the barrier as well, lifting her shirt a little bit.
That night, they talked until early in the morning. About everything and nothing, just getting to know each other. And Oscar has to admit that he likes that.
One evening, When he returns home, he gathers his courage and slips a note under her door, inviting her to dinner at his place. And she only had to answer yes for a few minutes while setting the date and time.
Oscar is the type of person who sleeps all the time. He has nothing to do? He sleeps. He has to wait for x or y reason? He sleeps. He take a bath? He sleeps.
As Y/n and Oscar's relationship progressed, she learned to wake him up in different ways. She also knows his favorite position to sleep, where, when and how⤵︎
- It was a morning like another one. Y/n, who is still studying, wakes up near 7am. She turned off her alarm quickly, to not wake up oscar. He was peacefully sleeping against her, his warm arms around her waist. She passes her hand throughout his hair, kissing his forehead tenderly. She observed him for a few minutes, rubbing his bar chest with her fingertips and she finally got up to gets ready. After more than an hour, she comes back to the room, where Oscar was still fast asleep.
Do you think you could write one of the drivers finding their gfs self offing note? And one of the thoughts running through his mind thinking that she was introverted but she was always happy?
A/n : Here, reader is depressed. It includes everything like lack of hygiene, no motivation... Please, do not read this if it can trigger you!
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Daniel jumps on you and wraps his arms around you. He attacks your face with kisses, until it takes your breath away and makes you groan in displeasure.
''c'mon babe, get up!'' He told you as he continued his kisses and moved them down to your neck.
''Mhhh Dan! Move!'' You lazily push him away, rolling him onto the other side of the bed. He rolls onto his side, raising his head as he rests his head in his hand. He uses his other hand to clear your face of the few strands of hair hiding your face, tucking them behind your ears. But you push his hand away again and put the hood of your sweater on, then sink back into the blanket, pulling it up to your nose.
Daniel sighs. He noticed that you haven't been feeling well lately. You spend all your time in the bedroom and he has to force you out of bed every morning to take you somewhere. And sometimes he even has to remind you to do simple things like eating. Last meal, he feeds you, almost shoves food into your mouth because you were 'not hungry'.
But the most odd in that, it's that you're like that just with him. Whenever you're at the race with him, with people, you're someone else. You're talkative and the first to initiate the conversation. So he thought you just weren't in good mood because of the winter.
He ends up getting up, mainly because the position he's in is hurting his arm. He opens the curtains and pulls the duvet off of you, making you react.
''Daniel!'' You shouted at him and tried to grab back the duvet but only felt the sheet of the bed. You feel arms wrap around your waist and lift you up so easily. You don't say anything and let yourself do so, while Daniel carries you to force you to stand up.
''C'mon! We said we had to sort the whole house today.'' He rummages through your closet, pulling out an old t-shirt of his and a pair of shorts, then gives them to you.
''Get ready babe, I'm not gonna do this all alone.'' He kisses you tenderly and leaves the room to give you some privacy.
He noticed that too. You both don't do things anymore. He can understand that you need space, but at this point? How long ago was the last time he saw you naked? You don't even remember.
You change lazily, and join Daniel in the kitchen. In front of your usual place on the stool, you find a slightly burnt plate of pancakes, and you can't help but smile softly. He does his best. You know that he knows.
You force yourself to eat your pancakes while Daniel is already starting to sort through the few things lying around in the kitchen. He asks you from time to time if you keep this or that thing. Once your breakfast is finished, you clear your plate and help him sort the kitchen.
Time passes and you clean every room in the house from top to bottom. You decide to finish with the room that will probably take the longest to complete, your bedroom. Daniel digs under the bed, pulling out old boxes full of different things that you didn’t unpack when you moved in. You take care of sorting the wardrobe, folding and rearranging the clothes.
Daniel digs under your side of the bed and finds a small shoebox. He sits on the bed and opens the box, while watching out of the corner of his eye that you aren't watching him do so. He hates doing that, going through your stuff. But your health is starting to worry him so much that he feels the need to do it, to reassure himself.
Inside the box, there are a few papers. He recognizes a drawing that his niece drew for you, and a smile appears on his face. There is a pearl bracelet, the one that a Daniel fan gave you two years ago. He finds a jewelry bag, it's in this bag that he gave you the necklace you wear all the time. He quickly understands that in this box, there are things that you value very much. He recognizes your diary, you write in it every evening and he never thought to look at it. He takes it in his hands and a paper falls out of it. He puts the diary down and opens the paper that was folded in half. He looks at you again, and checks that you are still focused on your task of tidying the wardrobe. He returns his attention to the piece of paper he holds in his hands. This is a text that you wrote. He reads the beginning, and the first words take the smile off his face.
‹‹I want to die.››
Simple, fast and effective.
But it hurts. It hurts more because of the fact that you write it and doesn't talk to him about it.
He doesn't read any further, not wanting to intrude too much into your life and above all, not wanting to put pressure on you.
''Babe, wha-..what is that?'' You turn around with a little smile on your face and one of his hoodies in your hands. But your smile immediately fades away when you see the paper between his hands.
''It's nothing.'' You tell him coldly, snatching the paper from his hands and putting it back in the box then sliding it under the bed. Daniel places a hand on your waist and forces you to turn towards him, despite you trying not to let him. He forces you to sit on his lap and takes you in his arms.
''Don't.. please..'' He hugs you tightly, almost taking your breath away. You feel his breath faster than usual against you and he nuzzles into your neck, running one hand up and down your back.
You wrap your arms around him and rest your cheek against his hair. His scent soothes you, as usual, even if he smells slightly of sweat. But it strangely makes you feel good.
''May I ask you.. why?'' He asks you after long minutes of silence. He continues to hold you close to him, hoping he can get you to talk.
''I...I'm feeling so.. low.'' With each word you say, your voice trembles more. Tears well up in your eyes and you can't help but let them fall down your cheeks. Daniel sits a little further in the bed and this time, he presses your head against his chest while continuing to caress your back.
''It's like.. I don't know. I'm just.. I just feel like nobody understands me.'' You keep crying softly, holding back your sobs. ''Like, whatever I want to do is so hard.. just living is hard.'' Daniel lets you open up and talk to him. It's the first time he sees you like this, sobbing and shaking in his arms.
''I understand you.'' He caress your hair. ''I've been there too. And it was you who got me out of this black hole.'' he kisses your forehead as you look up at him with eyes full of hope.
''Me?..'' You repeat, more tears falling down your face.
''You gave me love, you gave me affection, you taught me to love myself and you gave me confidence in myself again.'' He smiles at you, his own eyes now wet. ''And I'm gonna do the same. I'm gonna help you. I'm gonna give you all the love I have in me, I'm gonna show you that you are enough and I'm gonna get you out of this black hole.''
His words make you cry even more and he hugs you tightly, stroking your hair and back to calm you down.
''Everything's gonna be fine. I'm here.. I'm here..'' He kisses your forehead again, determined to get you out of this hell.
Could you write a fic for sebastian vettel? With driver reader? The plot is yours to decide but I want it to be fluff seb but rb era
Thanks in advance
SV5 | Don't be ashamed, sweetie
rb!sebastianvettel x fem!driver!reader
Summary: your period has always been painful and Seb helps you to relax.
Warning: Hurt/comfort
A/n: Think that the story takes place in 2012 and people are still very taboo about the subject of periods :/
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You hate days like that. End even more when it's race week. You wake up with dirty hair, stomach ache and this horrible urge to vomit. You groan and roll over in your bed into the fetal position, wrapping your arms around yourself. You've always had painful periods. And having them when you have to drive is always hell.
You wipe the little tears that are falling from your eyes and sit on the bed, close in on yourself. You get up slowly, holding onto the nightstand, still keeping a hand on your stomach. You gasp at the horrible feeling between your legs and force yourself to walk to the bathroom. You hurry to change, wash your hands and fall back into bed.
You grab your phone and sigh when you see all the notifications. Some emails, Instagram, X and messages. You see the message from your teammates, Sebastian Vettel. He asks you if you're fine because you weren't looking good at the media day yesterday. You answer him simply that you're fine and turn off your phone.
Maybe the worst part of all this is that you're ashamed to talk about it. No one knows how bad you are during your period and you've only had it once during a race. Your parents have always been very close on this subject and it has always been taboo throughout your life.
You hide under the duvet, seeking warmth. Your whole body is frozen. It's like you were naked in the snow. It's true that your pajamas don't help you warm up, given the prevailing heat in Qatar. But still, you're cold.
You turn over in your bed again, cursing nature for giving you such a painful uterus. After a few minutes, when you thought you were going back to sleep, you sat up and decided to get ready. After all, you don't really have a choice.
You put on your most comfortable clothes, grab your bag and leave your hotel room. You hurry to the paddock to hide in your driver room and be quiet.
Arriving at it, you drop onto the massage table and resume your usual position, folding in on yourself. You close your eyes and try to focus on your breathing to try to ease the pain. You're so annoyed that you didn't take your medicine. You didn't expect them at all! They are a week early. At least you're sure you're not pregnant.
You begin to cry silently, an accumulation of pain, fatigue and annoyance. You rub your eyes, to the point of ruining all your makeup - which makes you cry more.
You don't stop crying when your coach walks into the room. He's probably the only one who knows about your period - he doesn't really have a choice but to know.
''Have you taken your medication?'' He asks you a little coldly. He doesn't really know how to handle this and it makes you even more uncomfortable.
''No.'' You tell him looking at the ground, too embarrassed to look at him. He huff heavily, probably from irritation. ''Can you drive? Horner is not going to be happy.''
''I can drive!'' You stand up abruptly, quickly regretting your action because of the pain. You take a deep breath and try to calm down.
''Get ready. FP1 is in less than thirty minutes.'' He tells you quickly then walks out, lightly slamming the door behind him. Does he have his period too or something?, You think, noticing his bad mood.
You get off the massage table and hurry to put on your racesuit, taking advantage of the few minutes where you feel better than the morning. You take your bottle and go to your car in the garage.
The session was horrible. You thought you were going to die in the car the whole time. You barely managed to have a 'good time'. Everyone in the garage is disappointed and you know it. But you did the best you could. They want the best, given that your teammate, Sebastian Vettel, is taking the team very high. And there is you. At least, for today. They're expecting the worst, even though it's only the start of the weekend.
You return to your driver room quickly, angry with yourself and with the others who don't understand. You lie down on the small couch and start crying again, the only thing you do when you're so sensitive.
You close your eyes and try to sleep a bit when you hear a light knock on the door. You refrain from yelling at the person to get out and don't answer, hoping that they will leave.
''I know you're here Y/n.'' Sebastian's voice echoes from the other side of the door and you feel even worse. He's probably the last person you want to see. You don't want him to see you like this. What will he think? He will probably see me as a dirty person and hate me. You think to yourself and more tears fall from your eyes.
''Can I come in?'' He asks you, while pulling the handle but not opening the door. You mumble a 'yes' and he walks into the room, finding you dying on the couch.
''You're ok?'' He asks, approaching you, arms crossed. ''Your results weren't good.'' He adds a layer while moving forward to sit on the massage table.
''I look like I'm okay!?'' You answer him aggressively, being fed up with everything and everyone.
''Wow, little Y/n show her claws?'' He teases you with a smirk.
''Shut up!'' You shout at him and you turn around then sit up to look him straight in the eyes.
''Calm down.. You're on your period or what?'' He jokes slightly but puts on a serious face when he sees your red and slightly swollen eyes. ''You know, it's not that bad what you did.'' He gets off the massage table and comes and sits next to you.
''Damn, you men!'' You look at him annoyed and he understands that that's the problem.
''I have sisters you know.'' He gets up and walks towards the door. ''I'll be back.'' He mumble then leaves without saying anything.
''You're serious!?'' You shout at him, not understanding his behavior. Is he that disgusted? That's understandable.
You immerse yourself in your pain by lying down again and curling up on yourself while sobbing. Sometimes you wish you were a man. You wouldn't have all these problems. You wouldn't be bothered by your period. You would surely be much more respected and loved in this sport..
Sebastian returns more than half an hour later. He comes in without knocking and finds you crying silently on the couch.
Without saying a word, he throws something at your back. You groan and sit up, picking up the chocolate that fell on your stomach. He takes the opportunity to sit next to you and places a hot water bottle on your knees.
''You can lie against me.'' He looks away, cheeks red as he makes himself comfortable on the couch and takes the blanket that was at the end of the couch.
A slight smile appears on your face and you fall against him, resting your head on his thighs. He puts the hot water bottle on your lower stomach and tucks the blanket around you.
''You're good?'' He runs his hand through your hair and gently massages your scalp. You answer him with a little 'mh', feeling the pain lessen, thanks to all of Seb's attention.
''I'm sorry.'' You sob softly. ''It's embarrassing.''
Seb chuckle and it sends butterflies in your stomach. ''I told you, I have sisters. I'm used to it. Don't be ashamed, sweetie'' The nickname makes you blush and you feel him press his lips against your forehead and you close your eyes, feeling much better than this morning.
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