#[Coldplay voice] when you try your best and you don't succeed...

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I tried slightly drawing a slightly interesting angle… I don’t think I succeeded because I only half looked at the reference. Big Keith just looks doritoed.

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Fix You

Pairing - Sebastian Vettel x Reader (set in any season where he's in ferrari, the choice is yours lovelies)

Fandom - F1

Summary - lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones, and i will try to fix you

a/n - imo, ferrari could have treated him better. y'all don't have to agree but i just think he deserved much much more : (( Also i made the mistake of binge listening to coldplay at midnight so here you go

When you try your best, but you don't succeed

When you get what you want, but not what you need

When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse

☾⑁✧✡︎♡

To say Sebastian missed you was an understatement. The season was hard, and sometimes the team was frustrating to work with. The grand prix weekend had not gone to plan, with him having to retire because of engine failure, and he had scored no points, extending mercedes' advantage over them in the championship.

Fighting back the urge to simply fall asleep in the car that was driving him back to his hotel, he let his tired eyes shut behind his sunglasses for a second, murmuring a soft "only five minutes" to britta, who nodded, knowing full well that he'd fall asleep in the time that they'd reach the hotel.

The car sped down the streets, reaching his designated hotel in half an hour. Parking at the back door so sebastian wouldn't have to deal with the fans gathering at the front, britta roused him, and he made his way to his room, trying to disappear into the soft material of his hoodie, glad he had shed his overbright red team hoodie for the soft gray one you had gifted him, just because.

He missed having you around. He missed how you could make him forget how bad some days could get with a few words and a tight hug. Feeling a sudden wave of exhaustion wash over him, he dragged himself to his room, the warm, dimly lit room welcoming him in a warm hug, as he dropped his duffel on the floor, too tired to bother putting it away properly.

He let the cold water from the tap clean his tired face, shedding his shoes before clambering onto the soft hotel bed, making up his mind to shower later, too tired to take a bath.

Letting the blankets warm him instead of your embrace, his eyes closed again, breathing evening out as he let himself let go of the overbearing exhaustion looming over him.

☾⑁✧✡︎♡

"Engine, engine, there's something wrong"

the moment you had heard seb's voice over the radio, hearing the frustration in his voice broke your heart, watching as he got out of the car, taking in the dejected hang of his head, and his slow walk, telling you all that you needed to know : he was tired.

Making up your mind in that very moment, you booked the first flight, throwing some clothes and necessities into a small suitcase, sending britta a quick text to tell her you were going to be there in a matter of hours. She sent you a quick text in reply, he doesn't look too good, the words crushing into you, making it hard to hold in your tears.

Sighing in relief as you got into the taxi, you reached out for your phone, 7:47 pm. That usually meant you sitting at home, a dinner plate in your hands, as you talked to seb wherever he was in the world. Fiddling with your wedding band, you couldn't help but smile softly, anticipating the moment when you'd see him again.

☾⑁✧✡︎♡

Walking into the hotel, you walked up to the lobby, face hidden by a pair of sunglasses, not wanting to recognized by anyone.

"miss roeske left a key card for me here?" you asked the lady softly, smiling back at her when she smiled at you, handing you the card.

trudging into the elevator, you took a deep breath, unconsciously fiddling with your ring again, until the elevator doors opened with a soft ding, snapping you out of your train of thought.

walking down the corridor till you reached sebastian's suite, you swiped the card gently, walking in as quietly as you could.

you were greeted with the sight of your sleeping husband, body strewn across the bed horizontally, hair a rumpled mess.

gently, you slipped into the bathroom, washing your hands and removing your shoes.

quitely making your way over to the bed, you leaned down, gently stroking his hair, before pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

with a soft groan, he turned, tired eyes blinking as you came into focus. for a second, he thought his exhaustion had made him loopy, as he groggily let his hand graze your cheek, gasping when his fingers brushed against your soft skin, sitting up straight and pulling you into him in a warm embrace.

"I can't believe you're here," he muttered, inhaling the familiar scent of your perfume, instantly being transported to his happy place, his safe place. when he finally loosens his grip and pulls back a little, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he rests his against yours.

"of course i'm here my love" you replied, hands tracing a soft pattern in his shoulder, moving upwards to caress his face, his familiar blue orbs gazing into yours, your thumb gently stroking his cheekbone, fingers fondling his jaw.

dipping his head down the slightest bit, he let his lip ghost over yours before capturing your lips in a soft, need filled kiss. they told you everything you needed to know, how upset he was with himself, how frustrated he was feeling, how happy he was to have you there, how he was trying to be brought down from the wave of sadness and anger he had been feeling at himself, by reminding himself that you loved him, no matter what, trying to get out of his head if only for a little while

"thank you meine liebe, für alles"

"for what love?"

"for coming here, for being you. i don't know you, i just love you" he replied, head burying in your neck, sighing softly. "i love you too" you whispered, fingers gently rubbing his back.

Tears stream down your face, and I Tears stream down your face I promise you I will learn from my mistakes

you stayed in that position for a while, until you became aware of something wet sliding down against your neck, gasping softly when you realized what it was : seb was crying.

"oh, seb, what's wrong? talk to me love" you shispered softly, moving so you were straddling him, softly scratching his neck, lips pressing against his forehead.

“i, i'm scared.”

“Why?” your voice was barely above a whisper but you know he’s heard you, from the way he grips you a little tighter, eyes squeezing shut, head moving even further into your neck, shutting away the rest of the world.

He stays quiet a little longer and so do you, not wanting to push him, knowing he would eventually open up.

when he begins to speak, his voice is somewhat rough and full of emotion and you forced yourself to stay strong for him.

"I don’t know if I can do this anymore."

the sentence breaks your heart, the shards ripping into you, shock filling your body at what sebastian vettel, a 4 time world champion, one of the best drivers of all time had just confessed to you.

“I'm getting older, and there's so many young, talented drivers that deserve a chance. i''m taking up a seat and just, maybe it’s time to-” his voice breaks again, eyes filling again, as you press your lips to his again, the salty taste odd and unusual. “I’m not worthy of this battle, we're losing. badly. redbull's catching up, mercedes is slipping away, and i just, fuck, i feel like I’m wasting everyone’s time here, and in the team"

"darling, that's the biggest load of bullshit i have ever head, and we live next to a bloody farm" you mumbled, feeling him smile softly against your lips.

"you're one of the best there ever were, a 4 time champion, a record breaker and maker, a person everyone looks up to because you're you. you're a beast on the track, the kindest person off track. i'm so proud of you, your team is so proud of you. look at who you've inspired, little kids who think 'i wanna be like sebastian!' i love you, millions of fans love you, im pretty sure entire germany loves you" you continued, feeling his breathing slow down and even out.

He smiles again, pulling away from you to look at you properly. His hands find their way into your hair, pulling you into him, forehead resting against yours, as he whispered a soft "i love you mein schatz. i can't tell you how grateful i am to have you with me" he whispers, tugging at your heartstrings.

gently, you take his hands into your own, and make him wrap his arms around you, before you mould into one, and hug him till you're sure your joints are going to sound like someone popping a sheet of bubble wrap.

☾⑁✧✡︎♡

after a long, slow bath in the tub together, you found yourself curled up in bed with sebastian, his arms wrapped tightly around your body, as the big bang theory played in the background, the room service plates in a neat pile on the desk in the corner.

you knew that he was feeling better, that he was going to give his 110% in the next race, to close the gap to mercedes.

"ich liebe dich schatz" he said suddenly, pulling your chin up so he could look right into your eyes.

"i love you too, my love"

gently cuddling into each other again, you watched as his eyes fluttered shut, the exhaustion from his day finally catching up to him, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist, head resting against your chest. you were home.

he was home.

☾⑁✧✡︎♡

a/n - this is what listening to coldplay at midnight does to you ✨ i finally wrote one for seb, and yes its not a ferrari pic but i fell in love with it so 😌 thank you so much for reading, and as always, feedback and comments are always appreicated!

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Fix You - C.B.

Why Don't We fanfic

I've been listening to Fix You (by Coldplay, but there's also a good cover by Heart & Colours) a lot recently, and it fitted a scene I had in my mind so I had to write it. I've been feeling pretty burnt out when it comes to creativity recently, and wanted to make something to try and shake that off. (Hopefully I'll get to writing some more Hartford chapters soon, but for now here's a oneshot <3)

Background: we all get down sometimes, but at least Corbyn has you

Warnings: sad angst, fluff

Word Count: 1.3k

The drone of the TV was almost lulling you to sleep as you sat in bed, scrolling through your phone and waiting for Corbyn to get home. He had messaged you earlier saying that he would be late getting home tonight, which you normally wouldn’t mind but you had seen the bags under his eyes this morning, and knew that all the hard work at the studio was starting to wear on him. All the sleepless nights and energy that he poured into his work was ever so slowly dimming the light in his eyes, and you hated it.

So you wanted to be there for him. And you knew that no one should have to bear it alone.

Just as the clock ticked over to 11pm, you heard the click of the front door. Keys were quietly dropped on the kitchen bench and a few moments later, Corbyn appeared in the door way. “Hey. You’re still up?”

“Yeah,” your hand reached for the remote to turn the TV down as Corbyn sat on the other side of the bed kicked off his shoes. “I thought I’d wait for you.”

A smile ghosted over his lips then disappeared as he stood and ran a hand through his hair, making it stick up everywhere. “Thanks, y/n.” He walked around the bed and dropped a kiss on your head, then went to the ensuite adjoining your shared bedroom. “I think I’ll have a shower before bed.”

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. All you could think of was how tired he looked, the smudges of purple under his eyes darkening and his mouth so used to not smiling. You were worried for him.

A moment later the water started running in the shower, a loud patter sounding close by as he hadn’t bothered to shut the door to the ensuite. You tossed the blankets off you and padded across the carpet to the door.

“Hey Corbs, can I get anything for you? A drink or..” steam was already flowing out of the open shower in the corner, so you could only just him see as he tipped his head back into the water, then shook it off and looked back at you.

“A hug?”

He said it quietly, but you still heard him clearly. Taking another step into the bathroom, you nodded towards him. “Mind if I join?” he shook his head in response, dipping his face back under the water as you tossed your clothes off to the side and stepped into the billowing steam.

The hot water sprayed over you both, making your hair stick to your face as you pushed it away. The water flowed over Corbyn face too, head titled back as it washed over his closed eyes. Your worry was growing, a ball in your chest that was getting tighter and tighter. The spray of the water was the only noise as you reached out a hand to hold his face, and his eyes opened as he leant forward at your touch.

“You ok Corbs?”

Words escaped him as he stared back at you, a ghost in a body too heavy for him. So he didn’t even try to express himself through sound. Instead, he gently pressed his lips onto yours and his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to feel your warmth, finding comfort in the feeling of your skin against his. You softly kissed him back as you ran your hands up his bare chest, feeling his heart beat under the flow of hot water.

Eventually you broke away and Corbyn dropped his hands from your waist. You could see the exhaustion through every moment as your hand cupped his face again, tears beginning to prickle in your eyes.

He smoothed a stray piece of hair from your cheek then he spoke quietly. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m just tired, but I- I know it’s more than that.” He gently grabbed your hand and guided it to his chest, pressing your palm right over his heart. “It hurts, here. Like I’m just… running out.”

His ocean eyes overwhelmed you and you could see his tears about to fall, sorrows and apologies swirling in them like a dark sea. You could see all the waves crashing over him and dragging him down, so you reached out your hand to try and stop the hurt.

“Come here, love.” Your hand held the back of his neck, gently pulling him down so his head rested on your shoulder. Normally it would be the other way around, but he was beyond feeling any kind of shame at showing weakness to you. You knew him too well for him to hide it anyway.

His cried silently as you stroked his head, slowly rubbing circles over his back as you whispered in his ear, “it’s okay Corbs, It’s okay. I’ve got you.” You could feel your own tears flowing down your face as you held him, a picture of a broken spirit.

When his shoulders stopped shaking he lifted himself up, supporting himself with his hands pushing on the wall either side of your head. Words were beyond you both now. Instead you pushed your hands through his hair, making sure it was all wet before you grabbed his bottle of shampoo and squeezed a bit onto your palm.

His eyes closed and a shaky breath escaped his lips as your finger tangled in his hair, trying to wash away his pain. Then in the silence of the shower, with the water running over you, you began to sing. You knew you weren’t the best of singers, but Corbyn always said you sounded like an angel to him. So you sang.

When you try your best, but you don't succeed When you get what you want but not what you need When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep Stuck in reverse

The sound of your voice bounced around you both, echoing through the bathroom. Corbyn squeezed his eyes shut as you kept singing and your hands still massaged the shampoo through his head in soothing motions.

And the tears come streaming down your face When you lose something, you can't replace When you love someone, but it goes to waste Could it be worse?

You finished washing his hair so you gently pushed his head under the water with a hand on his shoulder. The water sprayed over you both as he took over, running his hands through his hair to rinse the bubbles out. You took a moment to admire your boyfriend in the dim light, the water rushing over his strong arms and chiseled abs. A small smile crossed flitted across your lips as you looked up at him, and he almost smiled back when he finished rinsing and looked back at you.

Then when you started to sing again, he joined in.

Lights will guide you home And ignite your bones And I will try to fix you

Your voice blended perfectly together, the echo of it sounding around you both when you stopped.

For a moment you both just stood in the silence, letting the water wash over your bodies as you watched each other. You couldn’t help yourself as a smile took over your face and you reached up to kiss him. Hearing him sing… it always made you happy, but this was different. Because he was singing through a storm.

You parted for a moment so you could speak. “You’re so strong, Corbyn.” You mumbled onto his lips. “I love you.”

This time you could feel the little smile growing on his lips. “I love you too.”

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