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vettelsvee · 4 months ago

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GOODBYES ARE BITTERSWEET | Sebastian Vettel ✩₊˚.⋆ PART 1: I'LL SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN [NEXT PART]

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rb sebastian vettel x gf!reader

word count: 4095

summary: seb's gf finds out she's pregnant, and she decides that hiding her pregnancy is the best she could do due to seb's career

warnings: pregnancy, mentions of cheating, curse words, angst, fighting. set on may 2013. for a bit of background: reader and seb have been friends since they were literal babies, but growing up their feelings changed and started dating on 2006.

a/n: this is actually the first chapter of the very first series, Infinity, i posted here! i had to cancel it because i had some problems with wattpad people telling me through indirects i copied their work and i got very, very unmotivated with this story i absolutely love (when actually this was a draft I had of a tom holland fic back in 2017 lol), but i'd love to post the following parts if you like this one! feedback is appreciated, as well as reblogs <3

You pulled the flush and got up, being careful not to get dizzy. You took some paper and wiped the corners of your mouth to remove any possible traces of vomit. You headed to the sink automatically, quickly pulling out the toothbrush you’ve gotten used to carrying since nausea became part of your daily routine. You really tried to get rid of the acidity in your throat and the bad taste in your mouth, but as you expected, and knowing you've been experiencing this more times than you'd like in the past month and a half, it was impossible.

"Y/N, are you still there? Are you okay?" Britta's voice, accompanied by a few knocks on the door, snapped you out of your trance. You startled and forced yourself to answer, even though it was the last thing you feel like doing.

"Yes, I’m coming. Just a sec!"

"Don’t take too long," she replied. "Not that I don’t want you to take your time, but Seb is worried."

Panic-stricken, you suppressed a laugh that almost escaped.

If only he knew what you were about to do…

"Don’t worry, I’ll be right out," you answered.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, contemplating your own reflection longer than you’d like. Minutes passed, and you almost completely lost track of time, aware that you needed to put an end to the intrusive thought that was telling you that what you were about to do was, wrong but inevitably the best thing.

You were going to break away from everything you’ve wanted since you were a child just because things hadn't turned out "right." Seb was at the peak of his professional career, constantly surpassing himself in every race, making history, while you remained stuck in your hometown, working at a bar, dealing with drunks and immature kids pretending to be adults daily, because you didn’t have the luck, or perhaps the financial means, to study what you had dreamed of since you were a child who just wanted to make music.

You leaned on the sink, feeling the cold starting to penetrate your body. A great tremor shook you, and it became increasingly difficult to stay on your feet. Your eyes filled with tears as you confronted the reality of what you were about to do, of the decision you'd made.

Since your boyfriend began not only achieving his dreams but making a name for himself, you thought you didn’t deserve him because you were heading in the opposite direction. Now that you’ve gotten pregnant by him, possibly because the birth control pills you were taking failed for some unknown reason, you felt like this even more.

Despite the love you still felt and possibly always will feel for Sebastian, since you took the pregnancy test with Hanna at one of the most secluded malls in Heppenheim, you knew that letting him know he was going to be a father was never part of your plans.

"Come on, Y/N…" you told yourself, still staring at your reflection. "This is for Seb. You're doing this for him and his career."

You took a deep breath a couple more times, feeling the knot in your throat choking you. You looked at the girl full of insecurities you were one more time. Her eyes reflected doubt and, above all, fear, and you sadly sensed that it will continue to be this way from now on.

Trying to control yourself, you slowly opened the bathroom door, as if wanting to torture yourself. Britta was sitting in one of the chairs, reviewing something in a notebook until you closed the door a bit harder than you meant to.

"Are you really okay?" she asked again, giving you an uncertain look. "I've been hearing you vomit for several weeks now. Don’t you think you should go to the doctor?"

The knot in your throat seemed to tighten even more. See a doctor… Of course you’d been to the doctor! Four weeks and, as of today, four days pregnant was the answer, but no one beyond your parents and your best friend could know.

"Yes, I’m fine," you replied quickly, trying to fake your answer as best as you could. "Don’t worry. It’s probably just a bit of stress," you added, praying she believed you. "I haven't had time to see a doctor, but I assure you, with all my heart, that everything is fine."

And that's why you're leaving the love of your life today.

Britta seemed to hesitate for a moment. Her lips remained slightly open, as if she wanted to say something. Her look gave you the feeling that she didn't quite believe what you were saying.

"Whatever you say, Y/N," she finally said, standing up from her seat. "But seriously, if you need to talk or anything, I’m here for you."

"I know."

"Well, seeing that you're as calm as a lake, we’d better hurry up," she told you. "The last free practice session is about to start, and Seb is probably worried why we haven’t come back yet."

You prepared to leave the room with her. You were more than sure to go with her, but as you were almost out the room, you realize it was now or never.

You stopped before going from the driver’s room to the garage, watching Britta hurry down the stairs, probably aware that you were running late even though there were still about forty-five minutes before the session started.

"Wait, Britta. Just a sec!"

You were convinced your shout from the top of the stairs was heard by more people than you’d like. You wished you could turn invisible as you saw some eyes on you, including Britta’s, which made it hard to speak, and not to mention the variety of emotions you were feeling inside you.

You needed to calm down and act a bit better, or everything you’d been mulling over will end up falling apart.

"I’d like to talk to Seb… alone," you finally said.

"Y/N Y/L/N," she said your name much more seriously now. "You’ve told me that everything is fine, but… are you sure it really is? Are you sure nothing’s wrong?"

No, everything is wrong, and yes, more things are happening than I’d like.

You knew you could trust Britta completely. You were sure that if you told her the news before you did to Seb, she wouldn’t say anything, at least not right away. You wanted to do it; in fact, you’d love to do it because she was like a second mother to you, but you knew you couldn't because, once you left, there’s a really high chance she might end up telling him everything in a moment of weakness.

"Yes, yes, I’m fine. It’s nothing serious, don’t worry," you replied with a sigh, trying to console the PR woman and yourself. "I just need to talk to him about… well, a minor issue."

"Of course. Go get him, I’ll wait here. He’s probably talking to Rocky or Horner about who knows what. He hasn’t gone far, especially considering how eager he was to see you."

"Can you get him for me?" you let it out casually.

You ignored her last comment because now, your nerves were eating you alive. Britta seemed to notice your anxiety, so you were grateful she ignored it and acted as if nothing is wrong.

You sighed in relief when you saw her nod, and you couldn't stop thanking her out loud for what she just did for you.

"Lie down on the physio’s couch and try to rest a bit, you look a bit pale," she insisted. Reluctantly, and after repeating it a couple more times, you finally listened to her. "Seb will be here soon. You know he’ll drop everything when it comes to you."

And it was true. Once she left, you remained lying down, drawing small shapes on your stomach with your index finger. As you whispered things to what would supposedly be your child, a whirlwind of varied thoughts flooded your mind.

A small pressure settled in your chest as you became aware that the idea of breaking up with Sebastian was becoming a reality. You didn't want to face it and largely refused to, but you knew that for both of you, especially him, it was actually the best.

Hiding the truth from the guy you’d loved longer than you’d like to admit is exactly the opposite of what you should do, but because he was the most important person in your life, and you knew him almost as well as yourself, you knew he'd have time to play moms and dads in real life.

This year, the only thing he should focus on was winning his fourth Formula 1 World Championship, not learning how to change diapers or feed a baby.

Your thoughts vanished when the door opened abruptly, startling you. Seb appeared with his suit hanging at his waist, hair completely tousled, and a face revealing worry matching the situation you haven’t told him about yet.

"Sunshine! Britta told me you’re not well. What happened? Do you want to go to the doctor? I don’t care about missing the free practice: you’re the most important thing."

The German quickly took your cheeks in his hands. You hadn’t even sat up, and he was already trying to warm your face with his palms, moving it from side to side and examining you as if he was a doctor with the solution to your problems.

"I’m fine, love, relax," you said, breaking free from his grip.

"I know you better than I’d like, Y/N. You’re pale," he pointed out. "You rarely get pale. The last time I saw you like this was when the police chased us after they caught you doing an illegal concert in the school square."

Your anxiety grew more at his perception. You couldn't hide the lie you concocted with Hanna for much longer.

"Seb, really, I’m fine," you insisted, swallowing hard as you tried to find the right words.

He didn't seem to agree with your answer once again, and he didn't seem willing to let it go easily.

For a moment, you were tempted to tell him the truth, especially when you noticed his eyes fixed on you, not intending to look away until he found out what you really wanted to say… As if he wants to know that he was going to be a father next January if your gynecologist’s calculations and the latest technology were correct.

You mustered the courage to look him in the eyes. His concern overwhelmed you completely. When he made a move to hug you and you fell into his arms, you knew you couldn't keep dodging the truth.

"Seb…" you started to say, slowly pulling away from him, "the truth is that... well, there's something wrong."

He clenched his jaw and got very serious.

"Tell me, Y/N. Whatever it is, you know you can tell me."

"I know, love. I want to tell you everything, but…" you began calmly, your voice breaking. "This is different, and it’s going to be a bit difficult."

"What do you mean by different and difficult? Y/N, what’s going on?"

Your hands fidgeted nervously as you tried to find the best way to cause him the least harm possible. You noticed that the German's nervous and worried tone had dissipated, and now it was anger that seemed to be consuming him.

"I want to tell you, but I don’t know how to do it without hurting you," you admitted in a whisper.

There it was, you had let it slip.

You didn’t know what else to say, so you decided to wait for Sebastian’s response. Anguish had taken hold of him, and you knew he was waiting for your words as much as you were waiting for his.

His behavior wasn’t helping you; on the contrary, the feeling of guilt was consuming you, as you had foreseen, but there was no turning back now.

It was impossible for you to even think coherently enough to say something that made sense.

You watched as your boyfriend’s gaze turned into pure pain, a pleading search for answers that you didn’t dare to give him.

"Seb…" you spoke again, struggling to maintain your composure and reaching for his hand at the same time. "I need you to listen to me, please."

"I just want you to tell me the truth, Y/N," he called you by your full name. That was the indicator that things weren’t going well and wouldn’t be again. "Whatever it is, I’ll be able to deal with it."

"I don’t want us to be together anymore," you declared. "I’m not in love with you anymore. I haven’t been for about a month or so."

The silence that flooded the room after your false confession was too uncomfortable. His eyes filled with tears; yours did too, but for a different reason than his.

He thought you had stopped loving him when, in fact, you loved him more than ever, especially now.

"Why are you telling me this? Why, Y/N?" he wanted to know. "I thought we were great… I really believed we were better than ever."

"I don’t know, Seb," you murmured between sobs, trying to hide your face so he wouldn’t see how truly affected you were. "There are… there are couples that stop loving each other, and that’s what I think has happened with me. With us."

"What can I do to make you fall in love with me again? I can’t lose you. I can’t lose the sunshine of my life, not when we promised each other a life together."

"You can’t do anything, Seb, and I’m really sorry," you falsely admitted with sadness, trying not to succumb to his desperate plea.

"Sometimes things stop being what they were in the beginning, and, well… ours is no longer what it used to be."

"Of course, it’s not what it used to be! Everything was getting better until you decided to drop this on me, Y/N!" Sebastian yelled at you.

"I was even going to ask you if you wanted us to get…"

"And that’s why I feel it’s better if we move on, but each on our own path!" you interrupted with another shout.

It’s not real, Y/N. Everything you’re saying is a lie.

You inhaled and exhaled more times than you would have liked, but it felt necessary. This charade to try to make Seb’s life a little better was not only costing you your relationship but also your mental health in the long run.

"Is there someone else, Y/N?"

Vettel's voice denoted anger. Rage consumed him at the possibility that there was an answer he didn’t want to hear. His fists, clenched tightly and turning his knuckles white, were proof of it.

"No, not exactly."

And once again, the camouflaged truth.

"What are you saying?" he spat at you, getting closer and closer, consumed by anguish.

"I mean not exactly, but… yes. There is someone else, Seb," you admitted.

The shouts, full of reproaches, insults, and slurs, flooded the room.

You tried to turn a deaf ear. You thought this was all part of a performance and tried to convince yourself that in the future, everything would be fine when you knew it would be the opposite.

"How could you do this to me, Y/N?! How could you cheat on me after almost seven fucking years together?!" Sebastian shouted, taking out his anger on a vase on his desk, throwing it to the ground, spilling the water and the flowers he had given you just a day ago.

"We’ve been through so many things together. We’ve grown up together and fulfilled our dreams together, and now you’re leaving me for some guy you must have slept with on a whim?!"

"Do you think this is easy for me, Sebastian?" you replied, your words true for once. "Stop lying, okay? The only person who has fulfilled their dreams here is you," you said, showing your disagreement on that topic that you knew hurt you and that he had mentioned to hurt you. "While you’ve been living your life as a driver and being the center of attention, I’ve kept working in the same disgusting bar full of creepy old men I’ve been working at since I finished high school," you shouted, furious. You knew this kind of stress wasn’t good for the baby, but right now you didn’t care. "I’ve been saving as much as I could to build a prosperous future even though my salary was a pittance, composing songs and singing them with the hope that they’ll reach someone someday and not be forgotten."

"I’ve told you a million times that you don’t need to work in that fucking bar full of drunk old men who fuck you with their eyes to have a good life," he protested, now much calmer. "With what they pay me we can live comfortably. It's more than enough for both of us."

"I know," you responded calmly, though you were on the verge of an anxiety attack, "but I also know that I can achieve things on my own without anyone’s help."

The blonde let out an ironic laugh. Immediately, he crossed his arms, lifted his head, and looked at you.

"You’ve always been too stubborn, Y/N. Now I see what your future expectations are. After all, I understand: if you never got into the Berlin Art Academy on your own, and you’re still working at the same place after so long…"

You stood still, not knowing what to say or do because you knew exactly what he meant with every word that came out of his mouth. It felt like your feet were cemented to the ground; his words continuously hitting you, wanting to hurt you more and more.

"How dare you to say that to me?"

If you were already shaken and almost broken after this whole conversation, now you were completely sunk. Seeing your reaction, tears streaming down your cheeks non-stop, he seemed to regret it.

Quickly, he approached you, opening his arms intending for you to bury yourself in them. You, as stubborn as he said you were, refused not only the hug but any physical and non-physical contact he wanted to have with you.

"Y/N, I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to say that," yes, that was clear, but it had already been said, and the damage was done. "I was wrong. Please forgive me."

No matter how much he kept talking, trying to apologize and make amends, there was nothing else to do.

Without saying anything else, you began to gather all your belongings from the driver’s room of who could now be considered your ex-boyfriend. You didn’t want to do it; you didn’t want to start the zero-contact phase with the boy you had loved since you were ten years old, the one who had loved you like no one ever had before and like no one ever would.

You were saying goodbye to the father of your child to venture into raising her alone so he could pursue his dream in peace and achieve all the successes he so longed for.

“What are you doing, Y/N?”

“Packing. I’m leaving.”

Your eyes were fixed on the floor, your hands fumbling with the few belongings left to pack in the small backpack you usually took to the paddock. Now, you would have to return to your hotel room and quickly pack everything into the suitcase, rush to the airport, and pray you didn’t miss the flight.

“What do you mean, you’re leaving?” the blonde frowned, incredulous. “It’s Friday, Y/N, we have the whole weekend ahead of us.”

“Well, from now on, you’ll have all the weekends to yourself,” you shook your head, unable to bear his comments trying to make you stay. “From now on, you won’t have me here on weekends, nor in your life. I’m leaving your life, and I’m not coming back,” you repeated, emphasizing the finality of your words.

Vettel was speechless at your declaration. He kept shaking his head, approaching you, trying to take your belongings, but you stopped him.

No matter how much you wanted to, you weren’t going to stay.

“What do you mean by ‘leaving my life and not coming back’?”

“It means I’m going back to Heppenheim, Sebastian,” you turned to him, trying to maintain composure. “I’m going back, you’ll also end up going back even though we live… you live in Switzerland,” you immediately corrected yourself, “but I hope we never see each other again.”

The firmness behind your words scared you. Everything was a lie that, as the conversation progressed, had grown until you doubted what was real and what wasn’t.

“I really hope you achieve everything you are working hard for,” you continued, insisting to yourself not to break down right there. “I hope you win the championship this year and get the four consecutive ones you’ve wanted for. You, more than anyone, deserve all of it, and I know you’re capable of that and much more.”

You said nothing more because you had stopped being strong. You left, without looking back, the room where you had spent much more time than imaginable, and one of the many places that made up the story starring Sebastian Vettel and you.

You carefully descended the stairs. You walked with a false sense of security through the RedBull garage, dodging any questions about why you were crying, where you were going, and if you had argued with the team’s golden boy, including the endless questions from Britta Roeske that you were trying to ignore at all costs.

You felt curious eyes following you wherever you went, but you didn’t care in the slightest. It was all done.

Now, it was just you and the little pea, or whatever size the baby was.

“Y/N, wait!”

Sebastian’s desperate shouts echoed behind you, getting closer.

You stopped dead, clutching the only strap of the backpack hanging over your shoulder. You slowly turned toward the direction the voices seemed to be coming from and saw the driver running to you, almost choking, as he wiped tears from his cheeks and even those still falling from his eyes.

“I love you, Y/N.”

His voice was choked, and his hands acted on their own. Still, it didn’t stop him from taking your face in his hands and pulling you into a kiss that unleashed a whirlwind of emotions, where you tasted each other’s tears as you had done many times in your relationship. Where you silently said millions of I love yous that only you and he knew perfectly.

“Please, don’t go, sunshine,” the German expressed. “Whatever it is, we can work on it, but please, don’t let us end.”

“I love you too, Seb, but there’s someone else.”

You finally confessed… not in the most ideal way, but in the right one, especially considering what your goal was after all this trail of lies.

“There’s a new person in my life, and I’m afraid to say that no matter how much I love you, I love them more than I love you, and I always will,” you continued, knowing that every word you were saying about your baby was true. “I love you, Sebastian Vettel, and I’ll never stop loving you, but that person is my main priority right now.”

“Have you been unfaithful?”

Sometimes silence is worth more than a thousand words. In this case, it was the exact opposite.

You stood in front of him for a few seconds, debating internally whether to answer or leave as calmly as possible, without attracting more attention than you already had. You decided on the latter because you couldn’t speak, and the tears wouldn’t let you see clearly; not to mention your judgment was so clouded that you couldn’t think clearly about the next step to end this nightmare.

You finally directed one last look at Seb; whispered that you loved him and always would, even though it was over between you.

All it took was for you to lower your head, turn around, and continue walking, fighting not to look back, to realize that you had made the biggest mistake of your life and would never, for anything in the world, be able to forgive yourself.

And you knew perfectly well that Seb wouldn’t either.

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pharawee · 5 months ago

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"Today love triumphed prejudice ... after fighting for more than 20 years, today we can say that this country has marriage equality." [source]

—WANDEE GOODDAY THE SERIES · วันดีวิทยา · Episode 8

Bonus:

#wandee goodday #wandee goodday the series #thor thinnaphan #fluke nattanon #yei x cher #wandeegooddayedit #thai bl #thai drama #bl drama #thai politics #queer stuff #lgbtqia #thailand marriage equality #my edits.#to finally see this happen in thai bl #when before these scenes were either wishful or bittersweet #i cried (again)

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batsyart · 2 years ago

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so i read the newest update of @somerandomdudelmao‘s incredible apocalyptic series and i’ve been crying ever since-

#cass apocalyptic series #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt #donatello #splinter #future donatello #i really suck with words but this series is honestly amazing #it's been a huge inspiration to me and makes me wanna create my own comic #also just wanna say i know donnie's gonna be okay in the end but m a n his death has me so sad #thinking about him seeing his pops again after all these years is so bittersweet aaaaaaa-

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suis0u · 4 months ago

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Inspired by @not-poignant 's character The Raven Prince and their wonderful Fae Tales stories ❤️. I had to draw him with Jareth, because in my head they were just such a thing once upon a time, he he. (For a better view and for the details: click on the images and then right click to open it in a new window.)

#my art #The Raven Prince #fae tales verse #fae tales fanart #notpoignant #jareth the goblin king #labyrinth 1986 #illustration #artwork #after months I'm finally finish with these two #it was a joy #and I had many inner cinemas just with them dancing and such #just something nice for TRP #like a nice and long neverending dream #and kinda bittersweet #because I think in the present of the last part of the series #jareth wouldn't be a part of that world already for a long long time #but that just my head canon

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dcxdpdabbles · 3 days ago

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Why is adopted son so sad 💔

#dcxdpdabbles #mun speaks #idk #i wanted a heart breaking but bittersweet series

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months ago

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Bittersweet Symphony 3

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Thor

Summary: you meet a god in real life but he’s not the saviour you think.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

“Tired her out,” you whisper as Joanie snores on the couch.

She’s asleep sitting up. You gently take her hat off but before you can move her, Thor is right there. Wordlessly, he lifts her and turns to you. A nod.

You take him to your bedroom and have him put her in there. He lays her down and tucks the blankets around her. She doesn’t stir at all.

You back out of the room and leave the door and inch. You cross your arms as you pace and Thor follows. You face him as he nears the covered table.

“You can go now. You’re free,” you say.

“Mm, yes, I know,” he stops and brushes his fingertips over the canvas. “I am curious though...”

You sigh and cross the room. You come up beside him and lift the edge, revealing several ceramic pieces. Some are painted, others not, and one mug still needs a handle. He lets out a soft noise and his fingers flutter.

“May I?” He asks.

“Sure,” you shrug.

He lifts the mug with embossed petals and admires it, “you sell your wares?”

“Sometimes. I work down at a shop, I teach some classes, but this is all just on the side,” you explain. “More of a hobby.”

“They’re marvelous. How much?” He asks.

“What? You don’t have to--”

“I like them,” he says, “could you make me something special? I have some ideas.”

“Well, I guess I could take a commission but I can’t guarantee a time window. I have Joanie and even with my days off, she’ll take up most of them.”

“I can wait.” He insists and sets the cup back down, “for you, I can be patient. It isn’t my strong suit but I will try.”

You smile and rub your palms together, “alright. I’ll see what I can do. What are you looking for?”

“You can do a vase, perhaps? We had these standing ones in Asgard, at home, I can draw them out for you. I miss them. They were my mother’s favourites,” he gives bittersweet look. “Oh, and I suppose I need a wedding gift for my brother.”

“Wedding? He’s getting married?” You wonder. Does he mean Loki or is there another god?

“Already wed. Secret ceremony. He didn’t even invite me.” He frowns. “Still, I am happy for him.”

“Well, congrats to him. That’s wonderful.”

“And you? You have many suitors? A princess, always does,” he says.

You laugh, “I told you, I’m not a princess.”

“Mm, so you say, but I’ve known many a princess and you seem to me as one,” he shifts to look down at you. “And I was a prince for eons, they call me king now but I do not feel it very much. Still, I have an eye for such things.

“Uh, yeah, it must be a lot to deal with,” you mutter. “Really, I’m just me.”

“Just you?” He echoes, “so you are... unclaimed?”

“Unclaimed?” You toy with the word. “Single, yeah, I am.”

He nods thoughtfully, “as am I. It would seem as fate.”

You’re struck by his meaning. Or what you think he is trying to say. It’s outlandish enough to the he would be into you that you’re certain it’s a joke.

“That’s funny,” you say.

His expression turns dire, “funny? I am not making light. Unless, you would deny me.”

Your lips open then close, then thin. You try to process his offer. He’s asking you out.

You look down at yourself. You’re not exactly getting a lot of swipes or a lot of men looking your way. You always took it in stride. If someone isn’t into you, it’s a good way to choose the right person. It just so happens no one is. So this all seems a bit absurd.

“You’re quiet, princess,” he says nervously.

“I... not a princess,” you shake your head. “Joanie, sure, she has the attitude. Not me. I’m just me and you’re you. You’re Thor.”

He recites his name next to yours, “it does sound rather nice, doesn’t it?”

“Please.”

“You are saying no.”

“I am thinking,” you drag out the response. “I don’t want to... you’ve spent all day here and I don’t want to disappoint you. You’re very busy and important and I make cups. And I work constantly just to pay for this,” you gesture around you. “I just think we should be transparent about who we are.”

“You are kind, to others, but no yourself,” he says. “I wouldn’t ask without great consideration. I have lived for quite a time, I’ve been through my share of heartbreaks and intergalactic flings. Mm, yes, there was a giantess.... pray she never sees me again. But we are here now, at this time and place together. It is enough for me and you are more than I could hope for.”

You stare at him. You’re certain you look as dumbfounded as you feel. “It’s a lot, sorry. I’m... processing. I--” you blush and dip your chin down. He’s asking you out. That’s unreal. “Okay,” you giggle. “Alright, I will go out with you, Thor, God of Thunder, King of Asgard.” You look at him as your cheeks round, “that’s wild.”

“Oh, thanks the norns,” he chuckles, “I was rather not ready for rejection.”

#thor #dark thor #dark!thor #thor x reader #series #drabble #au #bittersweet symphony #avengers #mcu #marvel

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multifandomgirl08 · 11 months ago

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Ghost of Bittersweet Memories [MVS/BS]

Dad!Max Verstappen x Mother!Reader (Established Relationship), Charles Leclerc x Mother!Reader (Platonic)

Summary: A few of the drivers visit you and Max for the day before the next F1 season starts. You end up talking with Charles about a woman that he met at an FIA event while he was visiting for the day.

Warning(s): N/A

A/N: To those of you who are reading this for the scene in the Bittersweet Series. It's just the first scene, not the whole chapter.

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Max had been getting phone calls the last few days from some of the other drivers on the grid trying to pull him out of the house to go to dinner and he wasn’t budging. He didn’t want to leave you alone in the house.

So, a few of the drivers; Lando, Charles, and Lewis said that they would stop by to visit for a bit. Max had also invited Carlos, Pierre, and Daniel but you weren’t sure if they would end up coming.

“Hello Y/N.” You heard Charles say as you stood at the sink.

He had been outside with Lando and Max talking about what they did over the holidays. Lewis was going to come by later with food insisting that you not cook anything.

“Hey,” You quickly wiped your hands on a towel before you heard a chair being pulled out. You looked up to see Charles's shoulders curled in slightly. “What’s going on Charles?”

“Nothing,” he said leaning back in his chair. “I need your advice as a woman, who understands how all of this works.” Charles made a vague gesture to the house.

“Okay?” You questioned back at him. You were a little surprised that Charles was coming to you with this. He could have either gone to Lily or even Sebastian’s wife with his question.

He fidgeted in his seat a little before sighing. “So, you know how there was that FIA Gala that was at the end of the season?” He asked and you quickly nodded. You hadn’t been feeling up to going because of Nikita. Max had tried to get out of it as well but couldn’t because of the award that he would be presenting at the end of the night.

“I met someone there. And I’m pretty sure that I missed my opportunity to hear from her again.” This was interesting. You had never known Charles to pay some unknown girl this much attention. He dated often but was quick to break it off when it felt like things were getting too serious.

“Why do you think that you’re never going to hear from her again?” You asked.

“She said that it would be her first and last time there.”

You didn’t know what to make of this. You haven’t been at the gala or seen Charles with this woman so you really couldn’t say much to him. You didn’t want to assume that it was a passing infatuation that Charles had with this mysterious woman.

“I’m sure you’ll see her again Charles, they tend to always invite the same people to those galas.” Going to one of those galas was how you met Max and you started dating a few months later. You had been invited by the company that you used to work for as someone’s plus one when you have gone.

“But what if I don’t?” He asked leaning against the marble countertop.

“Then it wasn’t meant to be.” You said, walking over to him and then lightly patting him on the shoulder. As much as you liked Charles, you didn’t want him to get his hopes up when it came to this women.

“You can’t know that.” He said back to you.

He was right, you didn’t know if Charles and this woman were meant to be. However, there had to be something there for Charles to want to see this woman again.

You walked to the refrigerator and opened it getting out a glass bottle of water. You glance past Charles to look at Nikita sleeping in his swing, the mobile above moving every once in a while.

“Maybe not, but did she seem like all of the other women that were at that party?” You asked him.

Charles was just about to answer before you heard the buzzer go off that was for the front gate of the house. You walked over to the iPad that was on the wall and saw Lewis’ car, letting him in.

Just after pressing the button, Nico came into the room holding his iPad in his hands seeing who it was.

"Mama, is Dan here?" He asked.

"Not yet Nico, but you can say hi to Lewis." You watched as Nico made his way over to the couch, putting his iPad up before climbing into it.

"Okay." You heard him mumble over the back of the couch.

In the morning after making Nico breakfast and giving Nikita a bottle, you had told Nico that Daniel would be stopping by for a bit. Nico was so excited to see Daniel given that he had just retired and wouldn’t be back with Red Bull next season. Nico wouldn’t get to spend as much time with the Aussie unless he flew into Monaco.

Daniel had texted you in the morning that he would stop by later but had a few things to take care of before coming over. You texted him back no rush.

“No,” Charles answered. “That’s why I want to see her again.”

“Then have a little faith in how the FIA invites people to parties.”

"I don't know Y/N, I'm not sure if I can." He said tapping his fingers against the marble.

“Think about it this way, are any of the teams changing sponsors?” You asked. Charles was quick to shake his head no.

“Then I’m sure you’ll see her again.” You hoped that Charles wouldn't fight you on this further. As long as the same sponsors were at the event, Charles would get a chance to see this mystery woman again.

Charles thanked you before a knock at the front door interrupted. You said, "Glad I could help," before leaving him to greet Lewis.

You quickly rushed to the door and opened it to see Lewis standing there with a few bags containing food.

"Hey Lewis," You gave him a quick hug.

"Hi, Y/N," He replied before you helped him carry the food into the house and place it on the counter in the kitchen. Nico had made his way off the couch and gave Lewis a half hug before running outside.

While you and Lewis unpacked some of the food he asked about Nikita and what it was like for you with the baby. You loved being a mom, the boys were your world.

The sound of the sliding glass doors had you looking up to see Lando and Max coming back inside with Nico trailing after him. Max greeted Lewis quickly and then insisted that he take over helping you put out food for everyone.

You watched as everyone else made their way into the living room, taking seats on the various couches that looked out into the spacious backyard.

"Is anyone else coming besides Daniel?" You asked Max.

“Pierre said that he would stop by later on, and maybe Carlos but he hasn’t gotten back to me.” You watched as Max started to fill the large salad bowls with greens, washing them in the sink before you started to cut up the vegetables that had been washed earlier.

“Okay, so I’ll have Nico go and set the table for 9 people.” You quickly reached up above the double oven to get a cutting board and then started to cut into all of the vegetables.

You could hear Nico squeal from the living room as Lando lifted him into his lap and started to tickle him before he started to laugh. Max moved behind you, placing his arms around your middle watching Nico interact with everyone.

You could see from just outside the dining room that Nikita was lying down in his little swing. Charles was sitting next to it, trying to get Niki to grip his finger in his little hand.

“Max, he had a strong grip already, no?” Charles asked after Nikita seemed to finally grip the Monégasques driver's finger.

“Yeah pretty strong, Nico was the same.” Max kissed you on the cheek before walking closer to Charles, Nikita seemed to still be asleep for now.

“I really don’t know how you do it,” Lando said to Max with Nico in his arms. “These two and racing,” There was a ring coming from the iPad. Someone else was here.

Max was quick to walk to where the iPad was on the wall to let the person pass the gate. You looked over at Max quickly and saw him mouth “Daniel,” but Nico was too busy being passed over to Lewis to notice.

“One day you will understand Lando. But, it won't be forever.” It did get tough at times, and this year would truly be a test of that. You were at home by yourself with the boys and the help of Sylvie, while Max was working. You could tell that for the next year, it would just be the four of you.

Daniel had walked through the door a few moments later holding a bottle of wine, and a box of desserts in his hands. Nico asked Lewis to put him on the ground before Nico fully sprinted over to Daniel to say hello. Just as Nico reached Daniel, the Aussie had placed the box and the bottle down before embracing the little boy.

"Mini Max," Daniel said just after Nico reached his arms, being the first person to greet him. Daniel lifted him in his arms and hugged him tight to his chest.

"Daniel!" Nico yelled. You glance over to Nikita to see him shift in his swing before settling again, grateful that he didn't wake up.

"Did you enjoy your holiday with Mama and Papa?" Daniel asked him. Nico enthusiastically nodded. Nico's chubby cheeks were flushed pink.

Daniel looked up to you and Max, giving both of you a quick "Hello," of acknowledgment and whisking Nico into the living room.

“I have been replaced.” Max jokingly said to Lando as they stood in the hallway. You shook your head at Max’s comment. That’ll never happen, you thought.

"I always find it interesting that once Nico sees Daniel, it's like he forgets about everyone else," Lando said before pulling out one of the bar stools in the kitchen.

Max gave Lando a shrug not bothering to say why that was. For the first half of the year that Max knew about Nico, Daniel was the only person on the grid who knew about him, making Nico and Daniel very close.

It took another half an hour to get food put out on the table outside, Nico insisted on sitting next to Daniel at the table. Max was sitting at the head of the table while you sat to his left.

Once everyone filled the plates with food, they all broke into little groups of conversation. Sylvie had come outside holding Nikita to tell you that someone was waiting at the front gate. You insisted that Sylvie join in but she was just on her way out to go back home for the day. Max unlocked his phone letting them in, it was Pierre who was fashionably late.

Daniel had asked if he could hold Nikita while Max let Pierre inside. You heard a few words being exchanged in French before Max was back with Pierre who moved to sit beside Lando and Charles.

“I swear, you guys are going to have a little clone army.” Daniel said to you.

“You should not say this Daniel.” Max said sitting back in his seat.

“Why not?” He fired back resting Nikita against his shoulder. “You see this right.” Pointing down at Nikita.

“He looks just like Max, again. You should try for a girl next, see if the Verstappen genes win out again.”

You and Max weren’t in a rush to have more kids right now. Having two was enough for now. Even if you both were open to the idea of more eventually.

“You can’t know if we'll have a girl next.” You spoke up. There was no real way of knowing if the next child you had would be a girl unless you went through a few extra measures. You were more than okay with leaving the gender of your children to chance.

Max shook his head at Daniel before changing the subject. The sounds of forks and knives hitting plates gave off a easy hum in the warm Monaco air.

Lando ended up taking Nikita from Daniel after a while, hinting at the idea of the next baby you had being named after him before Max told him that he would need to get in line as Martin was next on the list. To that, Lando gave a shrug and a, "I see how it is."

The guys stayed for a while longer, Pierre ended up catching you in the kitchen asking if he could have Sylvie's number. You weren't sure if you wanted to expose your lovely nanny to the likes of Pierre after just meeting him. You rebuffed his question and told him to ask her himself the next time that he saw her. You weren't going to get in the middle of this.

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