Actual Cinema. A Lewis Sprint Pole. Jack, Gabriel, And Ollie Out Qualifying Their More Experienced Teammates.

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Dabi is Edgy

We all know that. I mean, look at the guy. 

But I have thought of something that will make you see Dabi in a different light: a teenage emo boy. So, the purple area on him is supposed to be scars (which in theory look more like burn scars than Todoroki’s), right? The staples there are keeping his skin from falling off, which has been stated before. Yet, skin doesn’t work that way. If it truly was his dead skin, it would have either caused an infection or would have fallen off naturally due to rotting. We can conclude then that the belief is false and instead the purple areas are just his scars that naturally stay there.  Then what are the staples for, you ask. Dabi just thinks they look good. They are accessories like earrings. Dabi deadass uses the staples just because it fits his aesthetic. This then leads to two more options: how do they stay on?  The first option, I doubt since Dabi isn’t insane like Toga. He could have actually just stapled his skin and that is that. Yet, I doubt that since Dabi has a rather clear head and is a villain for his beliefs.  This then leads to the staples being put on and they are fake. Does he have them like linked so he can easily put them on or does this boy wake up every day and take two hours to put each staple in individually? He wastes at least TWO HOURS to put them in every morning unless he sleeps in them, which is an option. But at some point, he will have to clean them…Imagine in a battle a few fall off, his secret is exposed! 

In reality, the staples could be used to keep his skin on since it is fictional and someone just thought they look cool. But, I can never look at Dabi now without thinking of him sitting on his bed, putting each staple in one by one. 

He does it for the aesthetic. 

YES. FORZA FERRARI. finally.

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And it gets worse lol

DEADPOOL MAKING A DABI REFERENCE

PAST THE FINISH LINE.

pairings: retired f1 drivers x retired f1 legend!yn

faceclaim: jessica alba

summary: exposing the truth about her time in f1 set the world on fire. but when the internet thought they’d solved the mystery of x, yn yln proved once again that nothing in her story is ever that simple.

warnings: mentions of misogyny. also this will have the reveal of x, please don’t send any hate! this is fictional and it doesn’t mean i dislike the driver or anything like that.

final part of the lucky girl syndrome series <3

author’s note: okay the final instalment!!! the love that you guys have given to the series is insane and i’m really happy everyone has enjoyed it and gotten so invested!! thank you so much. if you enjoyed, maybe buy me a coffee? <3

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f1: f1 presents: legends of the grid. for one night only, the legends return to monaco to celebrate some of the most iconic drivers in f1 history. featuring lewis hamilton, sebastian vettel, fernando alonso, nico rosberg, jenson button, mark webber, max verstappen and yn yln, this event will relive the moments and rivalries that defined an era.

don’t miss it, streaming live, via netflix, this saturday.

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user1: Y’ALL ARE MESSY 😭😭😭😭😭😭

-> user2: the timing is crazy. everyone gonna show up like a real housewives reunion.

user3: this is going to be the messiest f1 drama since ‘21 abu dhabi.

-> user4: TRUST!! we will be tuning in.

user5: hope netflix doesn’t buffer all night like the mike tyson fight.

-> user6: netflix pay for better servers you bums. if i don’t get to see the drama in HIGH DEFINITION you’re OVER!!!

user7: yn is so brave for agreeing. the way the paddock treated her was so disgusting.

-> user8: okay but why you acting like yn herself didn’t cause drama back in the day? she wasn’t innocent.

-> user9: nobody said she was innocent, we said she wasn’t treated fairly.

user10: BADDIES F1 REUNION 😻

user11: yn showing up to this after years of silence is so iconic.

-> user12: i still can’t believe she hasn’t done a f1 related event since she retired.

-> user13: hello what about her memoir?

-> user12: her memoir is about her?? it’s not affiliated with f1, she writes about her time there because it was a huge portion of her life DUMMY

user14: need to be a fly on the wall so bad

-> user15: the amount of drama between those people alone is crazy.

user16: nico probably sweating through his shirt rn

-> user17: he deleted his socials to avoid responsibility and now he has to see her face to face. karma is real.

user18: lewis/max, lewis/nico, mark/seb, nico/yn, and jenson!

-> user19: no cause why is jenson just … there

-> user20: jenson is always just there

-> user21: someone has to be the mediator.

user22: no kimiyn :((

user23: NEED A SEATING CHART ASAP!!!

user24: the fact people still hate on yn is insane. she has proven herself more so than some of your faves. it’s insane.

-> user25: misogyny in f1 fandoms? shocking.

-> user26: she’s better than me. i would air everybody out.

user27: someone bring up yn’s memoir PLEASE

user28: honestly, can we just appreciate how much yn changed f1? she paved the way and STILL has the paddock shaking years later. living rent free in their minds and mine.

user29: better make this an annual event because the drama is TOO GOOD.

→ user30: i think once will be enough for them, they’re gonna need therapy after this.

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EXCERPT FROM LUCKY GIRL SYNDROME.

my relationship with lewis was… complicated. we were both anomalies in the paddock, though for very different obvious reasons. we both knew what it felt like to walk into a room and feel like you didn’t belong, to have to fight twice as hard to prove yourself, to carry the weight of representation whether you wanted to or not. but instead of bringing us closer, those shared experiences sometimes pushed us apart.

lewis was always kind to me, and i don’t want to diminish that. he understood things that no one else on the grid could, and in our quieter moments, we’d talk about what it felt like to be ‘othered’ in a sport that thrives on tradition. but those moments were rare, and when we were on track—or in the paddock—it felt like we were always circling each other, wary but never fully connecting. maybe it was because we both had walls up, or maybe it was because we each carried our own burdens and didn’t know how to share them without feeling weaker for it.

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ham1ltonshaderoom: f1 trailblazers lewis hamilton and yn yln were seen at dinner in monaco three days before the legends of the grid event. eyewitnesses say that their conversation seemed intense but cordial. are they squashing old beef or discussing something else (cough x marks the spot)? either way the streets are talking and we’re listening. thoughts on this reunion ham1ltons?

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user1: lewis and yn having dinner??? the way my brain is spiraling right now.

→ user2: what if they’re talking about their personal drama with nico

→ user3: or what if lewis is apologizing for… something 👀

user4: idc what anyone says, lewis x yn is my endgame. they’re the power couple the grid deserves.

→ user5: STOP. i’ve shipped them since their karting days. this is literally my fanfic coming true.

→ user6: yn is too iconic to settle for any man, even lewis.

user7: bet they’re plotting how to make nico sweat during the event lol.

→ user8: nico’s probably hiding in a corner somewhere right now.

→ user9: this dinner probably has him deleting more accounts as we speak.

user10: yn and lewis are DEFINITELY scheming. they didn’t go through all this drama just to let bygones be bygones.

→ user11: scheming? or flirting? because the chemistry is there.

→ user12: now why would yn date a man from the grid after everything she’s written about them?

user13: i need a mic under their table so bad. the tea they must’ve spilled 😭

→ user14: forget a mic, i need netflix to release a doc about this dinner specifically.

user15: yn having dinner after being a recluse for years and having so many people talk about her is so iconic. she knows she owns the grid.

→ user16: fr she didn’t even have to show up to the legends event. she just wanted to remind everyone she’s THAT girl.

user17: imagine lewis saying something like, “so about that chapter in your book…”

user18: god they’re attention seekers.

-> user17: how lol. they’re just eating? they didn’t even publicise this?

user19: lewis and yn teaming up to destroy the paddock? i’m here for it.

→ user20: team “we’re too rich, hot and iconic to care about nico.”

user21: this better not be a casual dinner. i need this to lead to chaos.

→ user22: chaos? or a second memoir? yn stays winning either way.

user23: imagine lewis pulls up to legends of the grid and is like, “yn and i are writing a joint book. enjoy.”

→ user24: stop this right now before i lose my mind.

user25: yn x lewis is the best thing to come out of this reunion already.

→ user26: yn x lewis shippers are DELUSIONAL but i respect it.

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NYT Journalist: Your memoir, Lucky Girl Syndrome, has been a massive success—4.3 million copies sold in the first month, the best-selling sports memoir of all time. Were you expecting that kind of reception?

YN: Not at all. I mean, I hoped people would read it, obviously. But I thought it would mainly resonate with people who followed my career, maybe the motorsport community. I didn’t anticipate it would reach so many people outside of that world. I’ve had messages from women in all sorts of industries telling me how much it meant to see their own struggles reflected in my story. That’s been the most rewarding part—knowing it’s made people feel seen.

Journalist: But with that reception also came the drama, particularly around the identity of the unnamed X. Did you expect the public to latch onto that so intensely?

YN: I knew it would cause a stir, but I didn’t think it would turn into this… phenomenon. The whole X thing has kind of overshadowed the point of the book, in some ways. People got so caught up in the guessing game that they lost sight of the bigger picture. The book wasn’t about pointing fingers or settling scores—it was about telling my story, showing what it was like to exist in that space. X wasn’t the story; X was just one part of it.

Journalist: Do you regret including X in the memoir?

YN: No, because it was my truth. Leaving it out would’ve felt dishonest. But I do wish the conversation had been more about the broader issues I wrote about, rather than one person’s role in it. Still, if it got people talking about the misogyny in motorsport—even if it wasn’t always in the way I intended—then maybe it was worth it.

Journalist: You’ve said before that being vulnerable in the book was one of the hardest things you’ve ever done. Can you elaborate on that?

YN: Writing it was like peeling back every layer of armour I’d built over the years. Reliving some of those memories, especially the early years on the grid, was brutal. I actually couldn’t read the audiobook myself. I tried, but it dredged up too much. Thankfully, my friend Angelina [Jolie] —who I’ve known for years and who understands me on an intimate level—stepped in and did it for me. She brought so much care and empathy to it. I couldn’t have asked for anyone better. Hearing her voice telling my story was… cathartic in a way. It gave me a distance from the pain while still honouring and acknowledging it.

Journalist: Do you think you’ll ever fully step back into the world of F1? You’ve kept such a low profile since your retirement.

YN: I think this interview and the upcoming Legends of the Grid event are as close as I’m willing to get. Writing the memoir was cathartic, but it also made me realise how much I needed to let go of. F1 was my life for so long, and it will always be a part of me. But the woman I am now isn’t the same woman who walked into that paddock all those years ago. And I think that’s okay.

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[r/F1Gossip: “I’m Telling You, X Is Sebastian, and Here’s Why”]

u/OverlookedEvidence:

ok, i know everyone’s convinced that x is nico, but hear me out: what if it’s actually sebastian? before you downvote me, let me explain.

yn doesn’t mention seb by name in her memoir

this is huge. yn is very deliberate with her words, and while she talks about lewis, fernando, nico, and even jenson in detail, seb is noticeably absent. she references “one driver who made my early career hell” but never names him. why would she leave seb out unless there’s a reason?

it’s not jenson

she said herself in the book that x wasn’t a teammate. that rules out jenson. also, she’s been pretty vocal about respecting jenson, even calling him a good teammate.

the timeline matches

seb was dominating the sport in the early 2010s while yn was still proving herself. if x was making dismissive comments about her being a “right car, right time” kind of driver, wouldn’t it make sense that it came from someone like seb, who was constantly winning and under a similar microscope?

the “sliding off the track” comment fits seb’s early personality

we all know seb’s reputation back then. he was ruthless, competitive, and let’s face it, a bit cocky. saying something like “at least she’ll look good sliding off the track” during a rain delay sounds exactly like early 2010s seb.

the silence speaks volumes

nico deleted his socials after the allegations, sure, but seb has been oddly quiet about yn’s book too. when asked about it, he gave a generic “it’s an important story” answer and quickly changed the subject. if he wasn’t x, wouldn’t he just say so?

the paddock dynamic

yn herself said x wasn’t overtly aggressive but rather subtle, making passive-aggressive digs that were easy to brush off as jokes. that sounds a lot more like seb’s early years than nico’s more direct approach.

but the nail in the coffin for me? yn’s line in the book about x apologizing years later but saying it didn’t matter because “the damage had already been done.” seb’s been all about redemption and growth in recent years. maybe he apologized privately, and that’s why she’s staying quiet publicly.

EDIT: look, i know seb’s had his redemption arc, and everyone loves him now (myself included), but we can’t ignore this just because it’s uncomfortable. the receipts are there.

anyway, i’m not saying it’s definitely him, but the evidence is there.

top comments:

u/nicohater: nah it’s nico. everyone knows it’s nico.

u/happybee: seb is all about positivity and saving the bees and the planet now. he doesn’t make sense as x.

-> u/op: that’s current seb. early 2010s seb was a different story.

u/understeerstan: yeah, seb was cocky, but he wasn’t that bad, was he?

u/f1stan: OP’s receipts are better than most of the nico allegations tbh, but no one wants to hear it.

-> u/nicosgirl: exactly like not everyone ignoring actual evidence because they hate nico more. i’m not saying it’s definitely seb, but we shouldn’t dismiss it just because he’s all sunshine and growth now.

u/laplegends: the seb theory makes more sense than nico, tbh. the whole paddock knew nico and lewis hated each other, but there’s barely any public drama between seb and yn, which feels… deliberate?

u/gridgossip: even if he was x, why would yn let him off the hook? she called out everyone else in the paddock.

-> u/dramadnf: maybe because he apologized and she forgave him? she’s always said the book wasn’t about revenge.

u/mclarenanti: the fact that she doesn’t mention him by name in the book is weird. i never noticed that before…

u/vettelfan: girl delete this. nico did that shit. just accept it.

u/dramalover: trying to convince the world that the guy trying to save the bees is x is a losing battle but i respect it.

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LEAKED VIDEO TRANSCRIPT BY TMZ.

The video is shakey, clearly taken on a phone, but the audio is clear enough. It’s a behind-the-scenes clip from a rain delay during a 2013 race. Drivers and engineers mill about in the background. YN is in her garage, leaning over her notes with her race engineer. The camera pans past her when a voice cuts through the noise, loud and smug.

Unseen Driver: “well, at least she’ll look good sliding off the track.”

The camera jerks slightly, as if the person filming wasn’t expecting the comment. The voice is unmistakable—it’s Sebastian Vettel.

YN’s head snaps up, but she doesn’t respond. Her engineer glances at her, clearly uncomfortable, and mutters something inaudible. Sebastian, walking past the garage, smirks briefly before disappearing from view.

The video then ends abruptly.

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ham1ltonshaderoom: tmz’s unearthed fan footage has just ended the x marks the spot debate. the internet never forgets. thoughts on this revelation ham1ltons?

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cousinjess: SEBASTIAN ?!

user1: everyone needs to jump that stupid redditor’s uncle for accusing my king nico rosberg for this shit. it was the other blond german that had a weird romantic subtext with lewis hamilton!

user2: i mean… people change, but this is still so bad.

user3: the way legends of the grid is coming up soon too.

-> user4: this has just increased the viewership by at least 40%.

user5: “at least she’ll look good sliding off the track” is such a disgusting thing to say. no wonder she wrote the book.

user6: paul telling her to ‘ignore him’ hits so much harder now. she dealt with this crap for YEARS.

user7: yn handled that with so much grace. i’d have thrown a wrench at his big head.

user8: and to think we were all arguing about nico and fernando when THIS was sitting in someone’s camera roll for years.

user9: i’m in shock like seriously.

user10: THANK YOU GOD FOR SPARING US FERNANDO FANS 😂😂😂

user11: that’s definitely sebastian omg. even with that shitty old camera quality.

-> user12: the audacity in his tone… yeah, this tracks with early 2010s seb.

-> user13: and he’s just LAUGHING while saying it??? yeah, no redemption for me.

user14: fuck seb and y’know what? fuck them bees too 🖕🏼

-> user15: now what did the bees do 😭😭😭

-> user14: not sting that mfer for this behaviour. honey is trash too! i prefer artificial sweeteners MADE BY MAN!

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[Live Twitter Thread: Legends of the Grid - X Drama Highlights]

7:03 PM: okay, we’re starting strong. yn and nico just arrived at the panel and… they’re FINE? like, actually smiling at each other. nico even pulled out her chair, and she laughed. is this a fever dream?

7:18 PM: fernando just said, “it’s always interesting when old secrets come to light.” direct eye contact with seb when he said it. i’m screaming.

8:25 PM: seb just got asked how he feels about yn’s memoir. he said, “i think it’s important she told her story, and i respect that. it’s not always easy to look back on who we were.” VERY diplomatic, but also… that feels pointed.

8:33 PM: lewis jumped in and defended yn when the host mentioned “paddock tensions.” he said, “yn had every right to speak her truth. we all know what she went through, even if some of us didn’t say it at the time.” 👀

8:41 PM: a fan question asked yn about her relationship with nico now. she smiled and said, “nico and i have had our ups and downs, but we’ve moved past them. he’s been very supportive since the book came out, and i appreciate that.” no mention of seb.

8:50 PM: someone asked seb if he ever felt threatened by yn during his career. he paused (awkwardly) and said, “no, i wouldn’t say threatened. but i think… i underestimated her, and that was my mistake.”

9:07 PM: nico just joked about being “grateful” he wasn’t the one yn wrote about in that chapter. yn laughed and said, “no, but you gave me plenty of other things to write about.” the AUDACITY. seb didn’t even crack a smile.

9:15 PM: fernando stirring the pot again: “the paddock always had a hard time accepting people who didn’t fit the mould. some of us didn’t handle that very well.” is anyone else sweating, or is it just me?

9:27 PM: someone asked yn if she feels like she’s fully moved on from the events she wrote about. she said, “i’ve moved on, yes, but that doesn’t mean i’ll forget. those experiences shaped me, for better or worse, and i think it’s important to acknowledge that.” seb looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whole.

9:40 PM: okay, the host finally just asked SEB about the leaked clip. he took a deep breath and said, “i said things i regret, and i’ve apologized to yn privately. it’s not something i’m proud of, but i hope my actions now speak louder than my words did then.” yn nodded, but her face was unreadable.

9:52 PM: lewis jumped in AGAIN and said, “we’ve all made mistakes, but the most important thing is taking accountability. that’s what real respect looks like.”

10:05 PM: panel wrapping up, but the tension between seb and yn is THICK. they didn’t really interact directly, but you could feel the weight of it. nico, meanwhile, is cracking jokes and acting like he’s been vindicated.

FINAL THOUGHTS:

seb basically confirmed he was x but in the most seb way possible: calm, regretful, and low-key heartbreaking. i mean we knew but still.

yn was unbothered and elegant as always, but you could tell she was holding back.

lewis had yn’s back the whole night.

fernando might as well have brought popcorn with the way he was instigating.

what a night. the grid is MESSY, and we love to see it.

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f1shade: yn was spotted shopping in monaco today, looking as unbothered as ever, despite the whirlwind of drama that unfolded after last night’s legends of the grid showdown. with sebastian essentially confirming himself as x during the panel and max casually announcing he’s going to be a dad, the f1 fandom is barely holding it together.

but it seems yn isn’t done with the headlines just yet. reports are now circulating that she met with sebastian early this morning at the hotel where she’s staying. apparently, they booked a private meeting room and spent over an hour together “hashing things out.” sources say the atmosphere was “tense but calm,” and neither of them looked particularly pleased when they left.

the timing of the meeting has only added to the chaos. yn has always been private about her feelings towards sebastian, even in the memoir, where she never named him directly. meanwhile, seb’s brief apology during the panel last night left many feeling like there was still more to be said.

is this the closure they both needed, or just the start of another chapter in their complicated story?

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user1: why is there always an implication that yn is fueling the drama? she literally wrote a memoir about HER life and now everyone’s acting like she’s stirring the pot.

→ user2: EXACTLY. she’s been silent for years, and the second she speaks her truth, it’s suddenly her fault everyone’s messy?

→ user3: the irony is seb fueled this drama by being x. yn just said what happened.

user4: yn shopping in monaco while the entire grid implodes is peak main character behaviour.

→ user5: she really said “not my circus, not my monkeys” and went to buy some new shoes.

user6: need another memoir, i know she has more stories.

user7: seb and yn in a private meeting room after all this?? yeah, i need netflix to release the footage immediately.

→ user8: netflix can’t handle this kind of tension. they’d buffer through the best part.

user9: “hashing things out” sounds way too professional. i bet she told him off.

→ user10: yn doesn’t need to yell. one look from her and seb probably apologised for everything, including global warming.

user11: can’t believe seb was x. like, i love him, but… this is a lot to process.

→ user12: same. i thought we left his messy era behind, but here we are.

→ user13: redemption arc or not, you can’t erase what he said. yn deserved better.

user14: why is no one talking about max becoming a dad in the middle of all this? this weekend is CHAOS.

→ user15: yn: “not my problem.” max: “definitely my problem.”

user16: yn’s face leaving that meeting was so unreadable. i need to know what went down.

→ user17: her poker face is legendary. seb probably left sweating.

user18: this has been the messiest week in f1 since abu dhabi 2021.

→ user19: yn: “hold my memoir.”

user20: watch seb come out with a statement saying they’re “on good terms” and yn stays silent.

→ user21: silence is louder than any statement, and yn knows it.

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ynnie4eva: it’s now the end of yn’s book tour for her memoir. it’s the best selling sports memoir in history and we got so much new content from her and the book. i’m so sad we won’t see her anymore :(

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yourinstagram: don’t worry! we have a few more surprises under our belt for you guys :)

user1: NOT HER DROPPING HINTS LIKE THIS. WHAT DOES IT MEAN???

→ user2: yn, ma’am, my heart can’t take this. what surprises?? pls be specific.

→ user3: she’s giving “and i’ll tell you tomorrow vibes” and it’s killing me.

user4: imagine if she announces another book or like… a docuseries 👀

→ user5: a docuseries would BREAK the internet. the f1 girlies would lose it.

→ user6: yn narrating her own doc? the way i’d cancel all my plans for that.

user7: no but what if it’s her return to the grid somehow?? like as a team principal or something crazy.

→ user8: yn would never deal with the paddock politics again. she’s too smart for that.

→ user9: yeah, but imagine her and toto teaming up. unstoppable.

user10: “a few more surprises” sounds like merch but i’ll pretend it’s a Netflix special to feel something.

→ user11: yn-themed race jackets? SIGN ME UP.

user12: watch her drop a whole fictionalised movie about her life just to gag us all.

→ user13: cast me as her husband irl.

user14: i’m telling you, it’s something BIG. she doesn’t post for nothing. she has like fifteen posts since 2020.

→ user15: she’s literally been the main character of f1 for like 10 years. it’s always big with her.

user16: yn’s “surprises” = me losing my mind trying to figure it out.

user17: if she says “stay tuned” next, i’m deleting all my apps.

→ user18: she already said “don’t worry!” she’s toying with us at this point.

user19: the book tour was already too much for me emotionally. now THIS??

→ user20: yn always has us on edge and i love/hate her for it.

user21: let’s play a game and guess what it could be. i’ll start. she’s taking over checo’s redbull seat.

-> user22: she’s pregnant with max’s baby!! 🤰

-> user21: i actually don’t wanna play this game anymore. sorry.

user23: a few more surprises better not mean i have to sell a kidney for tickets to something.

→ user24: if it’s a live event or a signing, TAKE MY MONEY.

user25: yn, if this surprise is another podcast appearance where you drop cryptic hints, just tell us now so i can cry in peace.

user26: the way she knows she’s the blueprint and keeps us guessing. a true mastermind.

-> user27: i’m just glad she’s not disappearing for good this time.

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      𝐀𝐍 ‘𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍’ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

darkness lurks in the corridors of seoul university, and y/n has a feeling she knows how to drive four boys into their darkest corners before they have a shot at redemption. between lee heeseung, park jongseong, park sunghoon, and shim jaeyoon, each boy has someone who can save them, but it’s not that easy—it’s never that easy. righteous y/n can’t save them all herself; after all, real happy endings can’t exist if evil still does.

GENRES ▸ psychological thriller, angst, fluff, college au, girl from nowhere au

WARNINGS ▸ profanity, suggestive content, depictions of violence, darker themes (varies depending on installment)

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ welcome! this is my first enhypen series featuring 02 line and heeseung. the storylines are connected in this series so it’s recommend to read in order; you don’t have to read the first three in order, but save jake’s for the end! ♡ i’ll be updating the warnings as i start writing more, so keep in mind they’re not finalized. send me an ask to be added to the tag list—you can ask to be added for all the fics or just certain ones! 

LAST UPDATED ▸ may 15th, 2021

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Can you write Seb x driver!reader where driver wins race after race and wins the championship and becomes red bulls prodigy and basically Seb is jealous of her and he basically hates her but she’s kind to him and everyone so he ends up falling in love with her

Little Miss Sunshine 

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Requested by: Anon 

Request: ^^

Pairings: Sebastian Vettel x F!RB!Driver!reader 

Warnings: Seb is a bit of an ass at first (as per request,) typical red bull menace era Seb. Y/n utilized. Kissing. Getting drunk. Angst to fluff. No Danny ric to RB and Hamilton doesn't win WDC that year (for the plot.)

Word count: 5295

A/n: AHHH OMG I LOVED THIS REQUEST! GIGGLED AND KICKED MY FEET WHEN I GOT THIS! Hope you enjoy this :):) P.S. Sorry this took so long, Life got quite hectic haha

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You had smiled awkwardly at Sebastian when you’d first met him, given him a little wave and greeted him rather shyly. It wasn’t your first year in Formula 1, of course, though, you’d come from a cheaper team, one that hadn’t had a streak of winning like Red Bull. So, naturally, you were a little timid of the new environment and determined not to let your team down or have a sour relation with your teammate.

You were standing in your race suit, your white balaclava pulled over your head as you adjusted your helmet before climbing into your car.

Sitting in the new vehicle had never felt this nerve-wracking. Already, all of their eyes were on you and their expectations were high. You were nervous, eaten to the core by the fear that you might disappoint your new team on your maiden grand prix for them. 

Without further ado, you shoved those thoughts down and went through the routine of starting your car. The engine roared to life and emitted a low purr. Carefully, you steered your car out of the garage, entering the pit lane.

After the formation lap, you'd taken your position at your spot on the grid, lining up midway through the lineup. Around you, the roar of the new v6 engines filled your ears as the lights began igniting.

As the lights went out and you pulled ahead of a few other drivers, you managed to keep up your pace, chasing Sebastian for the entire session.

On your maiden Red Bull race, you'd placed an impressive P2, second none other to teammate Sebastian Vettel.

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The previous race wasn't where your success stopped. Not at all. Last grand prix, you'd placed below Sebastian, something you considered a result of your lesser driving skills compared to the 4 time world champion. Yet, it wasn't long before you found yourself surpassing him on many occasions. 

You placed higher than him many times, scoring podiums nearly every race. And Sebastian didn't like that he was being out-driven by his new teammate. It left a sour taste in his mouth. 

He began to resent you. He loathed the fact that you were new to this team, to Red Bull, a group so closely-knit because of him. The constant reminder that you had penetrated the family-like racing team he had worked so hard to make closer, was impossible to forget when you –in his words– paraded around the paddock with your bright, easy smiles and kind words. He hated the way you smiled so cheerily, sun rays woven between pearly teeth that portrayed a constant warmth. Your smile seemed to never stop shining and it made Sebastian even more bitter about the situation.

Maybe it was silly. A stupid rivalry. But Sebastian was stubborn and he very much liked winning. He liked being dubbed ‘the best’ 4 consecutive years. And you were taking that away from him. He hated you for it.

It was a particularly bad race for Sebastian. Or, atleast, he'd call it bad. He hadn't placed nearly as high as he'd hoped and it made him angry. You on the other hand, had unsurprisingly placed first, which extended your lead over Sebastian and only increased his frustration.

He climbed out of his car, sweating heavily and anger hot as lava beneath his skin. You followed suit before making your way over to him where he stood. He groaned as you approached, his rage boiling.

“That was a tough race, Sebastian,” You said to him, a small, friendly smile on your face, “You did good.”

Something in the way you smiled at him while you said that made him frustrated and irritable. “Save your sympathy for someone who wants it,” He spat angrily, eyes hardened to a glare.

Sebastian didn't miss the small frown that found its way to your lips, and he found himself feeling a small tinge of something in his chest. It almost frightened him at the peculiar nature of the newly discovered feeling.

“I was just being nice,” You replied in a quieter, much sadder tone, “Sorry.”

As you turned and walked away without another word, Sebastian watched. The German driver knew he should do something. Say something. Call you back and apologize. Yet, his mouth remained glued shut and his eyes locked on your retreating form.

“Fuck,” He cursed to himself, a frustrated hand coming up to run through his sweaty strands of hair.

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It was race day again and already, Sebastian wasn't in a good mood. The previous argument had gone forgotten by him and his anger resurged. You'd out-everything'd him. Out-qualified; Out-lapped; Out-fastest lapped; You'd out-raced him entirely, scoring yourself pole position to start the race off.

Sebastian was a few grid spots back. It wasn't his finest performance over the past few days, he would admit that much.

His eyes were locked on the red lights above the grid that slowly began their count.

1..

The first one ignited.

2..

The second light burned a bright red, and Sebastian tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

3..

The third set of lights turned on. Sebastian began to rev his car's engine by pressing his foot on the gas.

4..

The fourth pair of lights lit up, and Sebastian could feel his anticipation growing. He wasn't going to let you win again today. He had to place higher than you.

5..

Finally, the fifth pair of lights blinked on. Sebastian subconsciously squeezed the steering wheel, eyes locked firmly on the red lights as he waited almost impatiently.

The lights all extinguished, and all the cars surged forwards as the race began.

Sebastian was fighting tooth and nail as he moved his way up the race standings. He raced behind you now, your car's tail end visible not far ahead. 

You were driving spectacularly. You pulled corners with professional precision, accelerating out of them with the help of ERS to propel you forward, your car following a unique racing line all with a feel that came natural to you.

Sebastian was pushing his car to the limits as he caught up to you, using all of his ability to keep up and attempt an overtake. You were quick to defend when he moved over slightly to pass, your car zipping in front of him to effectively block his path.

It made him angry and want to take first place from you even more. Sebastian just barely managed to get to a point where he was wheel-to-wheel with you on a straightaway. Yet, a corner with a decreased radius was rapidly approaching as your fight for first intensified.

Your car pulled to the outer edge of the track as you followed the perfect racing line into the turn, Sebastian almost parallel with you. The German driver knew he needed to brake soon and get into a better racing line to complete this corner, but he was too caught up in the fact he was neck and neck with you, fighting for first and he didn't want to pull away and give up.

At almost the same time, your cars slowed coming into the corner, and Sebastian steered sharply into the turn as the track narrowed. 

It all happened in a flash. One minute, both of you were racing around the corner, determined to obtain first place and refusing to allow the other to simply have it, and the next, Sebastian's car, which was going a little too fast as it rounded the bend at the same time yours did, veered straight into the side of your car. The impact sent both of you skidding out of control. Your car spun a few times, tossed straight off the track and into the gravel before smashing into the barrier, Sebastian's following the same track, only slightly ahead of yours.

The German's head was pounding as he came to a stop, a nauseous feeling collecting in his stomach. Only when his eyes laid on your similarly crashed car did he feel a strange sense of panic. Fighting against his restraints, he quickly unbuckled himself, scrambling out of his car once he'd shut it off. His feet had barely hit the ground before he had taken off running towards your crashed car.

It didn't take long to reach you, and when he did he was met with what appeared to be a very disorientated you, who groaned, your helmet pressed against the back of your seat. He reached over to shut off your car when you hadn’t already. His nerves were through the roof, panic running icy-cold through his veins. “Are you okay?” He asked, trying to keep his voice calmer than he really felt. When you didn't answer immediately, he asked again, “Y/n, are you okay?”

You groaned in reply, your helmet turning slightly to face him, the object obscuring your face from him. “I'm okay. Are you okay?”

Sebastian blinked a few times in confusion. You were the one still sitting in the car, and asking if he was okay? “Yeah, I'm fine.” He replied after a minute, baffled.

A sigh of relief left your lips and Sebastian imagined one of your signature smiles finding its way onto your face. 

In a strange moment of what he would call brain-fog, but in reality was clarity, Sebastian felt comforted by that thought. However, he was quick to force that feeling back down to the deepest, warmest pits of his heart and soul. Shoving back down that tiny bit of himself that felt warm and fuzzy at the mention of your name. That tiny bit he never wanted to confront because a part of him knew what it meant.

You got out of your car after that, unbuckling your harness and climbing out. Marshals had arrived on scene and before you knew it, they were giving both of you rides back to the paddock.

When you got back to the Red Bull Garage, both of you had pulled off your helmet and your balaclavas. Sebastian still felt stubbornly bitter, but underneath all that was a strong sense of guilt. He knew it was his fault both of you crashed. Yet, when he looked at your face for the first time since you'd both spun out and hit the barriers, he didn't see anger. He saw a soft smile and a warm look present on your face.

Sebastian didn't understand. Why weren't you angry at him? He was the reason why you both crashed, and he'd subsequently gotten both of you disqualified from the race entirely. Any other person would've been fuming, spitting fire from an angry tongue and steam rolling from their ears. Yet, why weren't you?

For a moment– a split second– Sebastian felt his bitterness ebb away. There was this growing tingling in his chest, and he could feel his stomach knotting itself as it thrashed in turmoil. He found himself staring at you, his anger and so-called loathe of you forgotten, now replaced by a feeling of warm fondness. Again.

The German shook his head to clear those thoughts and feelings. This was the second time today this had happened. What had gotten into him?

The moment for Sebastian didn't last long as soon enough your team principal came out and had a stern talking to both of you, but overall you both got let off easy.

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It was the finishing night of another race week again. One of the many breaks in the season was starting and everyone was in good spirits. Especially Sebastian, as for the first time in awhile this season, he came out with an impressive P1. After a few interviews you were finally free and you went back to your hotel room, feeling particularly exhausted and more than ready for this break.

You opened the door, pulling off your shoes with sluggish movements. The moment your head hit the pillow, you fell into a deep sleep, your body more than happy to receive its much-needed rest.

It was the middle of the night when your phone rang, stirring you from your sleep. You groggily read the contact: Sebastian. Why was he calling you? “Hello?” You yawned into the speaker, using your free hand to wipe your eyes, hoping to wake yourself a bit.

“Hiii,” Sebastian slurred, his voice unusually cheery, “how are you?”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It was obvious now that he was drunk. “I’m good, how are you? What’s up?”

“I’m gooood,” He replied, and you noticed the stretching out the syllables of his words when he talked. “Nothings up, I just wanted to talk to you.”

You hummed. “Okay. You’re drunk. Do you need a ride?”

Sebastian was quiet for a few minutes, the only sound being a hiccup, followed by a soft, “Yeah..” 

Sighing, you had already started to get out of bed, getting ready to go pick up Sebastian. “Where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

Once Sebastian managed to spit out his location through his slurred speech, you were on your way. Pulling up to the boisterous club, you noticed Sebastian standing outside on the sidewalk.

You parked and climbed out, knowing damn well he'd need help if he really was anywhere near as drunk as he sounded over the phone.

Sebastian smiled when he noticed you, something you were definitely unaccustomed to after these past months. What surprised you even more was his arms wrapping around your waist as he took upon his drunk self to hug you. 

“Have you always looked this nice?” He asks as he pulls away, and you are forced to shake off the shock of the clinginess when he compliments you.

“Good to see you too,” You say, chuckling in embarrassment at his words, his unnatural actions not going unnoticed by you. “Here, let's get you into the car.”

Sebastian, lucky for you, wasn't one to fight the idea of going back to the hotel and almost eagerly followed your instructions. Your hands guided him in as he plopped unceremoniously down. Watching from the open door, you observed Sebastian struggling with his seatbelt, trying hard to click it in securely but failing miserably. Sighing, you bent over and did it for him before closing the door and crossing the car to get in the driver's seat again.

As you began driving, you imagined the car ride to be quiet, but Sebastian had other plans.

“Thank you for driving me,” he hiccuped, starting the small talk easy.

“It's no big deal,” You replied, glancing at him in the passenger seat. You were a little shocked to find him looking right back at you, his gaze shamelessly wandering your features.

“Look, I'm sorry for being really mean all the time,” Sebastian said suddenly, breaking your distracted train of thought. 

“It's okay,” you replied, gazing back at the road. He was drunk and you weren't sure if his words were as true as they would've been had he been sober.

“But it's not okay,” Sebastian hiccuped, “You're nothing but nice to me and I'm always so angry with you. Don't you ever get upset with me?”

You swallowed a little nervously, staring out the window. When you'd first joined Red Bull at the start of this season, you'd heavily admired Sebastian, but over time your opinion of him was altered through his harshness.

“I..” You mumbled, unsure how to state your view without possibly offending him, “Sometimes.”

Sebastian took a long time to respond after that, and the silence seems to shove you into the spotlight. After an awkward momentary pause, you find yourself blurting out your true feelings to Sebastian in a desperate attempt to end this silence that eats you up. He wouldn't remember this conversation in the morning, anyway. “I just wanted to be as good as you. I saw someone who was a great racer, and I strived to be like that. But then, when I did get to that level, I was met with nothing but resentment. And I'm not even sure I know why.”

More silence. The only noise is the sound of the car as it drives and you wish nothing more than the radio to be on to take away some of these unpleasantly long pauses.

“You probably think I hate you,” Sebastian slurred finally. From your peripherals, you saw him hang his head in shame and sit forward again.

That took you off guard. Through his harsh words, his angry glares, and the countless times he'd displayed his very obvious disdain for you, he'd made it clear that he did hate you, and quite vehemently. If not hate, then a strong distaste. Hell, you were partially certain you’d remembered him saying something in a press conference once. Now, drunken and lost from his wits, he was telling you he didn't feel that at all? That his appearance was not as it seemed all this time? “You don't..?”

“Me? Hate you? No. Quite the opposite, actually.” Sebastian exclaimed, drunken head snapping up to meet your gaze.

Oh.

A beat of silence. A confession that feels like a mouthful too big to swallow. “What?” You ask, mind spinning with what he could possibly mean. 

“I don't hate you,” Sebastian repeats. “Not anymore.”

This doesn't make sense. None of it does. Why does he tell you this now? And here, of all places? “Not anymore?” You repeat, a plea for him to elaborate.

“No,” he sighs, “I've been so stupid.. and stubborn. You threatened my reputation as the best Red Bull driver and I really didn't like that.. And, you were always so.. nice. So kind and cheery all the time. The cameras seemed to be attracted to you, you were press eye-candy and they took full advantage of that. I envied how carefree you were and how much you stole the spotlight off me. How perfect you seemed.”

For a minute you forget he's drunk. Forget that maybe he might not mean a word of this. That he's so out of his wits that he probably doesn't know what he's saying. And it's blissful when you do. To live in ignorance and take his words as they seem. The inebriated lack of clarity he experiences not once crossing your mind, even for just a moment. You allow yourself to think he means it.

“I–” you mumble, not entirely sure what to say, “What made you change your mind?”

Sebastian didn't speak right away, but you could see the way his face portrayed the internal battle he fought. “When I crashed into you and you didn't move. Not an inch.” He pauses, gulping before continuing on quietly, “I thought I’d killed you. I got out of my car the quickest I've ever before and fought to get to you. Something told me I had to see if you were okay. I'd never been so scared in my life.”

His admittance was something unexpected. You wanted to believe him, a small voice in your mind whispered repeatedly ‘drunk words are sober thoughts.’ Now, in your mind, you wonder what he could have possibly meant when he said he didn’t hate you, instead claiming to have felt something ‘quite the opposite.’ What was that opposing thing? It made you wonder if that soft twinkle in his eyes when he looked at you was just your imagination, or if it was really something to consider.

Silence settles like death over the car. Maybe it’s your lack of response, but it doesn’t matter because soon enough, you’re pulling into the hotel parking lot and helping Sebastian back up to his room.

It’s quiet as you lead him down the long hallway, passing many rooms before finally stopping at his door. He uses a keycard to unlock it, and he stumbles in as soon as he does. You walk into his hotel room, bringing him to his bed. You leave for a minute, going to the bathroom to grab the garbage bin and filling a glass with water from the sink. “Here,” You say, extending the glass to him, “Drink this,” You pause, setting the bin on the floor by the bed, “And use this if you need to throw up any time in the night.”

Sebastian nods, finishing up his glass of water.

You sigh, heading to the door and deciding your work is done. “Goodnight Sebastian,” you say to him.

“Goodnight Y/n,” He replies and you leave.

In your own room, you lay restless for a while, pondering everything Sebastian said to you, and for a minute, you like to believe something has changed. That this feeling in you is real and things are really different than they were.

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Months pass from that night, Sebastian never brings up the topic. Yet, things don’t fall back to how they were. You haven’t had any quarrels with the German since then. His words, albeit not at the front of your mind, still ring in your ears from time to time. By now, It’s the end of the season- The last race. And, you’ve won.

The feeling of parking your car at the first-place marker and climbing out onto its long body, hearing the crowds shouts of congratulations while the full weight of your accomplishment began to set in, produced an indescribable emotion. The jumps of joy you denied fighting against as you shouted and screamed in a disbelieving glee, your feet leaving the ground as you leapt around in a craze. As soon as you stepped off your car, you’d jogged across the tarmac and leaped at the fence, straight into the warm embrace of your team. Their acclamations washed over you while they patted your back and shoulders in celebration. When you had finally separated from your team and found yourself walking that short bridge- which, in comparison, had felt much longer and slower than it really was and stepped onto the podium for first place, the sounds of the crowd below you roaring in celebration, their loud cheers filling the air and ringing loud in your ears, made you realize they were cheering for you. As you stood in front of the world, on display, the national anthem for your country playing proudly for the winner, you could feel tears of joy start to well in your eyes.

You’d done it. You’d won the World Drivers Championship. The first female driver in history to ever win a WDC, and you had done it. Through years of hard work in karting as a child, pushing yourself all the way up into the formulas, you had accomplished it. When you’d made your debut into Formula 1, you could hardly believe it then. You never imagined you’d have made it this far into the sport. Of course, you’d dreamed of winning a WDC, as every other driver did. Ever since you were in karting it had been an unimaginable feat you always reached for, striving to one day achieve. A feat many drivers never got a glimpse of. To be dubbed the greatest in Formula 1 was something unbelievable. But here you were, standing atop the podium, being handed the first place trophy of the season’s final grand prix, securing your position as the World Champion. A constant reminder in your mind of ‘you were the champion- the best,’ made your happiness only increase. 

As you held the trophy in your hands, lifting it high over your head, you let the tears fall. There was a wide smile of joy plastered across your face, stretching from ear-to-ear. You held the trophy in the air, a silent echo of your words that screamed ‘I’ve won’ being conveyed through the simple act.

Eventually, you set down your trophy, careful not to break it, the champagne bottle now held in your hands as you popped the cork. You felt the sticky spray from the other podium members as they pelted you with the bubbly drink, while you took a short turn blasting either of them with the liquid. After a moment, you turned and faced the crowd, shaking the bottle and shooting champagne over them with a smile on your face. 

Suddenly, there was a wet feeling of champagne being poured over your head, soaking your hair and running down your race suit, it had you turning to face the other podium winners, one of them being none other than your teammate Sebastian Vettel. He was smiling broadly at you, holding his champagne bottle above your head, dumping the rest of the yellow liquid over you in congrats. You couldn’t care less about it, rather enjoying the celebration more and more as it progressed. You still could hardly believe the fact you’d won the WDC.

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The 2014 Red Bull team went out to party that night, the whole group hitting one of the team members' houses that was coincidentally not far from the location of the last grand prix, upon arrival, booze was promptly handed out.

You, on the other hand, strayed from partaking in the drinking of alcohol. Tonight was your celebration night, and you much preferred to spend it remembering rather than drunk off your wits.

You'd found yourself seeking an isolated place. Somewhere to go to regain your thoughts, almost as if you were relishing in your own victory but with silent regard.

There was a peacefulness on the quiet balcony that made admiring the sky easy. High above your head, the night sky stretched across the horizon like a blanket. Stars looked like pin pricks amongst the great ebony expanse. There was a slight chill to the evening air, but not one great enough for you to retreat back into the mansion. Inside, the party raged on, with loud music blasting loud enough you could hear it from your place on the balcony.

The sound of the sliding balcony door opening caught your attention. Reluctantly tearing your eyes away from the beautiful night sky, you found yourself face-to-face with none other than Sebastian.

“Hello,” He greeted, “Whatcha doin’ up here?”

Sebastian was drunk. That much was obvious with the messy onslaught of slurred words and the slight stumble in his step as he joined you in leaning on the balcony.

“I wanted some time alone.” You answered. It wasn't a lie. You really did get away purposefully to be alone.

“Why? It's your party,” he hiccupped, his drunken gaze swimming with confusion.

You sighed. Yes, it was your party, but you just wanted to be alone for a bit to truly celebrate your victory without a full-blown party. “I know it’s my party.” 

Sebastian didn’t say anything after that, instead choosing to just stand silently beside you. Naturally, your gaze was drawn back to the sky, but this time Sebastian joined you.

The moon was a creamy ball of light against the charcoal of the sky, shedding its milky rays on the both of you and illuminating your faces beneath its glow. There was a gentle stillness to it all, a serenity to the scene, with the only sound being the whisper of the wind as it danced near-silently through the trees in the yard. The warmth from Sebastian lingered on your bare arms, his own skin so close to your own.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” you said, admiring the stars.

Sebastian merely hummed, and it caused you to glance at him. His eyes weren’t to the sky, instead, they were transfixed on your figure.

You turned to stare into his eyes, neither of you broke the contact. You could’ve sworn you’d seen a twinkle of warm fondness in his gaze. No, actually, you were certain you had. 

The shared glance had sparked something within you. A shift that altered the feelings you experienced. Maybe it was all just a hoax. Confusion. But not even you could deny the whispered nothings screaming that maybe what you felt was most definitely something. Something scary. Daunting. Both too scared to traipse through the thick hazy smoke that stung the eyes and invaded every sense, but what neither of you knew was that cloud was protecting the hot embers and warm flames from within. The parts of them that yearned for each other deeply. However, everything was on the verge of coming undone.

You'd hardly realized you and Sebastian subconsciously closed the gap between each other until you felt the warmth of his booze-ridden breath fan your face. With that train of thought, your gaze had lowered to his candy-coloured lips. It took you a minute to process your action, and it was only another second before your gaze returned to his eyes embarrassedly.

Sebastian doesn't seem to notice– or mind– the longing look. His hand reaches up to brush a piece of hair from your face, and you can feel your stomach erupt in swarms of butterflies at the act. He doesn't let his hand fall, instead it moves to tentatively cradle your cheek.

Sebastian leaned in even closer, his lips just above yours. You didn't miss the lingering stare he left on your lips for a little too long. You knew what was about to happen if you didn't move soon. Something deep inside you had you glued to your spot. And for a moment, a split second, the realization that maybe you wanted this struck you.

“May I kiss you?” He whispered, soft slate blue eyes meeting yours, gaze gone unbroken with the sheer intensity of the moment.

Warm fondness rises through you, bubbling softly in your chest. Apprehension courses through your veins, hot like lava to warm your skin despite the late November chill. You won't deny Sebastian the right to kiss you, because deep down you know you want this. You need this. Forever since you'd met him, you've yearned for clarity, for him to draw that line in the sand. To you, this would either spell it out for you or leave you second guessing everything. And that was a risk you considered worth taking.

“I won't say no.” You replied at last, solidifying everything on your end. A wide range of emotions run through your veins, but you don't feel an ounce of regret or unwillingness to taste and feel his lips on yours.

That's all the permission he needs, as he closes that gap to press his lips to yours.

His lips are tender, gentle and soft in a way that makes your knees wobble and your chest tighten. Sebastian's other hand finds its way to your hip, his fingers curling into your skin. 

You find he tastes faintly of liquor, a reminder of his previous drinking. Yet, part of you chooses to ignore it. He wants this too, right?

Your head spins as you stand frozen to the spot, lips linked together. Sebastian inevitably pulls away for air, and you find yourself chasing his lips for a short moment. He notices, a soft smile gracing his features while his hand slides from your cheek to rest on your neck as he pulls you in for a second kiss.

The second kiss ends with both of you pulling away. Sebastian rests his forehead against yours, and it takes a while before you open your eyes again. 

Your breaths mingle in the air between each other, soft smiles present on your faces. High above, the moon observes in awe.

“Will you go out to dinner with me?” Sebastian asks.

Nodding, you reply, “Only if you promise to remember this when you're sober.”

The German’s grin widens, “I don't think I could forget.”

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