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Killing Me Softly - Charles Leclerc

Summary: Y/n has the baby blues and Charles isn't there when y/n needs him.

Note: you guys asked for more Charles…shit able angsty

Word count: 1.4k

Charles never would've left y/n on her own of his own choice, but F1 demands his presence and he had tried to get y/n to accept help from his mum and brothers with them being so close by but y/n had wanted to spend a couple weeks just adjusting to the life without any help.

He felt like it was more to prove to herself that she could do it because she'd need to do it without him more often than not and she just needs to deal with it.

Every time he's called and check on her she seemed maybe a little lonely and tired but it wasn't anything to worry about. But it's coming home that he hears Camille screaming and y/n curled up against the far wall staring with a vacant expression, streams of tear tracks down her cheeks, at the baby who seems to be just bundled on the floor.

"Amour?-Amour? Are you ok?" Charles asks picking up Camille from the floor and trying to soothe her while also getting closer to y/n who snaps out of the daze and practically jumps away. "Y/n?"

"I can't do it. I don't how to do this." Y/n whispers shaking her head while Charles frowns. "I'm gonna hurt her or something."

Charles genuinely has no idea what is happening, had y/n hurt Camille while he was gone? Camille had calmed down since being picked up and held but it's hard to tell if she's hurt or just distressed.

Probably hungry.

Charles feels an internal war of whether to prioritise y/n or Camille but eventually decides to give Camille a bottle and manages to put her down in her crib before he returns to y/n who hasn't moved other than hiding her face in her knees.

"Amour." Charles sighs scooping her up and lifting her to sit on the sofa with him. "Y/n, please tell me what's wrong. I want to make everything ok and whatever it is, we can fix it."

"I was fine. Everything-it was fine. But then she started crying and I couldn't figure it out. It was just like she didn't want me and then I realised I have no idea what I'm doing, I don't know how to make her feel better. I don't know what different cries mean and I'm trying so hard-I'm really trying so hard." Y/n hiccups clearly exhausted and in desperate need of just being taken care of.

Charles almost asks her what she wants but then he decides that she's just going to have to deal with him taking charge.

Thankfully she's in no state to fight him so instead she lets him undress her and run a bath for her, him sitting on the outside as she watches him looking more and more tired as time passes.

"I love you, mon amour. It will be ok, you are just tired and worried, it's completely normal and I'm going to make sure you're ok." Charles states making her nod a little showing that she is there, she's conscious and not lost in her own head.

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Charles was torn, he has heard time and time again that the last thing a man should do is resort to his mother to help them take care of their child but he didn't know who else to resort to and he had a plan that he thought might be better.

"She's sleeping." Charles explains to Pascale as she arrives.

"You focus on the baby, I will take care of y/n." Pascale smiles patting his back. "First you need to eat and I will make some food for y/n ready for when she wakes up."

What y/n needs someone who really knows how to take care of someone in distress and while Charles wants to be that person, he knows that he won't do the best job and asking his mother for help will hopefully be better for everyone and it's not as if Charles is wiping his hands of his girlfriend.

Charles eats and then he makes sure Camille is fed before deciding to take the baby out for a walk and when he returns, y/n is still very much asleep with Pascale deciding to check on her every half hour.

And y/n sleeps for 16 hours, even sleeping through the night with Charles there with her and then he wakes up and continues doing everything to try and make everything as easy as possible when she does wake up.

Eventually she rises and Pascale wastes no time fussing over her, which Charles watches with obvious concern, not wanting his mum to cause any further upset.

"Maybe I could come with you to the doctor and we talk with her about what help we can get you?-I'm sure it's just the first few weeks, I was the same with Charles. But Hervé didn't need to leave for work." Pascale states making y/n nod a little with a genuinely grateful smile as she nods, tears gathering in her eyes which makes Charles move over to her and just wrapping his arm around her.

"The doctor said these things can happen. We just need to find something that works for us-for you." Charles smiles then making her nod before she hiccups as more tears pool.

"I'm sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for. I love you, Camille loves you and we all adore you. I'll remind you every day, ok?"

"Ok." Y/n hiccups trying to calm herself down again. "I love you too-and Camille, and you, Pascale. Thank you so much, I promise we are going to get you on holiday to a spa."

"We can both go to the spa." Pascale smiles moving around to hug the young woman. "You are doing amazing."

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Y/n and the doctors made a plan for how to handle and manage her mental health and when she got home all y/n wanted to do was hold Camille.

So that's what she's done, she's held the baby who seems to just be relieved to have her mother back. Charles was great, but even doctor's acknowledge the bond between a mother and her baby is going to bring more comfort.

"I'll leave the three of you to it, but I'm a phone call away and I'll make sure I come back and check on her when you have to leave. But the three of you need time without anyone else here." Pascale whispers with a smile as she catches Charles' attention from the picture in front of them.

Y/n is whispering to Camille and speaking quietly to the baby.

"Thank you for helping."

"Any time. You are still babies to me." Pascale smiles then kissing his cheek and leaving making Charles sigh and move to sit with y/n.

"Do you think Fred would forgive me if I quit just to stay here with the two of you?" Charles asks earning a small smile. "You know I am so amazed by you."

Y/n smiles at him feeling her lower lip tremble as she tries not to let the tears slip out.

"I hope Camille gets your strength rather than mine." Charles states as y/n leans over and rests against him.

"You're strong, Charles. You came back here and picked me up, you knew exactly what to do to fix this." Y/n sighs softly while smiling as Camille just shifts. "I didn't realise how hard it was going to be...even with the warnings. I just felt like I was going to hurt her and when she wouldn't stop crying it just felt like I wasn't really here till you came home."

They still don't really know how long y/n had disassociated with Camille on the floor, it couldn't have been that long since she didn't need changing and she wasn't cold or showing any sighs of actual neglect. She was just crying.

"You don't have to know it all, amour. I'm still figuring it out too." Charles smiles then sighing. "All that matters is that no one is hurt and you aren't going to hurt her. You are doing perfect and even if you weren't. That doesn't make you a bad mum anymore than it makes me a bad dad."

"I don't know how other women do this with multiple kids."

"We don't have to think about that. We just focus on now and if Camille is all the only kid we have then she is more than enough anyway." Charles assures y/n not wanting to make her feel any pressure thinking about later.

"We'll figure it out." Y/n confirms definitely more for herself but she also just needed to hear herself say it.

Lewis being OBSESSED with how y/n looks preggrs and being over protective at the same time unable to keep his hands off and y/n being equally obsessed with him and having the only craving is the man himself 😍🔥

A/N: Honestly Lewis is the type to constantly post pictures of his girl's pregnancy

Lewis couldn't help but stare at you from down the paddock, the cold rainy weather in Canada wasn't doing anything to dampen the way you glowed. God, he was just so in love with you.

When Lewis found out you were pregnant, he was so ecstatic that he couldn't contain the secret the first person he called being Sebastian, who laughed as Lewis cried halfway through the announcement that you had to take over the phone call to explain. Sebastian immediately sent over the old Red Bull gear and even Ferrari, which made Lewis laugh.

Now, here you stood wearing a long black dress that hugged your small bump perfectly and Lewis just falls in love with you all over again, smiling softly and ignoring whoever was talking to him as he stared at you. "Lewis, LEWIS!" Lewis jumps and blinks staring at George and Carmen who giggle at the older man.

"You're so in love," Carmen sighs, Lewis chuckles and nods, but narrows his eyes seeing someone he doesn't know reach out to touch his child. "Y/n," You back up and smile brightly and rush over, "DOn't run," Lewis lowers his voice, and moves wrapping his arms around you, as you practically melt into his hold.

You always heard the rumors of how women get really weird pregnancy cravings, and yours has been your husband. It was weird, but ever since you hated not being close to him or just having his scent on you calmed the morning sickness or any other weird craving you had.

"Who was that about to touch you, and peanut?" Lewis whispers, and you sigh pulling him closer. "Don't know," You admit, Lewis's arms tighten and kisses the top of your head. "Stop letting random people touch you, I don't like it," You nod your head and Lewis can feel your hands move under his clothes and chuckles as your cold fingers have him shivering, yeah you were definitely trying to steal his clothes.

"When I change into my team gear, you can wear my sweater, okay," Kissing the top of your head you about melt thinking about how much you're going sleep so good when he's at practice. "I think I win best baby daddy," "Yea, you do,"

Giving You Everything - Max Verstappen

@anilovessadbooks prompt request #19 - "I feel like a failure." "How could you ever feel like that?" "Because I can't give you what I want to be able to give you."

Summary: Y/n doesn't feel like she's enough for someone like Max and Max couldn't imagine his life with someone other than y/n.

Working class background!reader

Word count: 1.1k

Dating a millionaire and constantly spending time with him in the millionaire's tax haven of Monte Carlo is definitely has it's pros. But when you come from a background where there's pride in not allowing yourself to rely on someone financially it's hard.

Which is the case for y/n.

She still works full time and she knows that Max is wishing for her to take up his offer and just live off of him so he can see her more since despite him travelling more and dedicating his time to more than just F1. He still has more free time and she is the one they have to work around for seeing each other.

"I think he's going to dump me." Y/n states as she wipes a table down.

"Probably. You rejected moving in with him, you rejected an opportunity to see more of him and you won't just tell him that it's because you're scared of relying on him." Tanya states making y/n deadpan a look at her since it's not exactly comforting for her.

"That's not very fair, Tan." Y/n mumbles but she knows it's something she needed to hear.

"Life isn't fair, babe. But dating a millionaire and letting him take care of you is life going in your favour. Life is more than fair to you right now." Tanya points out while y/n winces since that's really a truth she knows but she's in denial of the whole thing. "Babe, for all we know. We get one life. Don't waste an opportunity of making it good by letting your pride getting the better of you."

It's food for thought and when y/n returns home she smiles finding Max is there like he promised he would be and he's got a meal at the ready.

"Hey, you didn't have to cook...or order a meal." Y/n smiles noticing Max waver at the suggestion he'd been the one to make the food.

"You've been working. You deserve a proper meal." Max states while moving around to kiss her temple while Y/n smiles leaning into him. "How was work?"

"I'm just glad it's over." Y/n states while Max hums before he kisses her. "I missed you."

"I've missed you too, it's been weeks since we got to see each other."

It's not a dig, but y/n feels it stab into her chest because it's her schedule that's made it so difficult.

They sit down and start eating, talking about their days and mainly focusing on Max since his life is easily more exciting. But there's an elephant in the room and they can both feel it.

"I can tell you want to say something." Y/n mumbles making Max sigh and look up from his food.

"Why are we still doing this?" Max asks making her sigh expecting the breaking point soon but she didn't think he'd deliver it like this. "Y/n, please. Why would you let us have a life together?"

"Because it's hard dating you, Max. It's hard seeing you be amazing and successful and just so incredible. Then I look at myself and I feel like a failure."

"How could you ever feel like that? You-"

"Because I can't give you what I want to be able to give you. I don't want to rely on you, I don't want to have a lifestyle I can't fund on my own by funded by you because you have built a life of success and achievements in doing something you not only were born to do but you genuinely love." Y/n rambles then wincing. "It's not something I expect you to understand, but it's not easy for me to overcome even if I want to."

"Y/n, this isn't about you relying on me. This is about us being able to love each other without being long distance and struggling so much as a couple. I want to take care of you because I love you and you are the best thing that's happened to me in my life-above the championships and the records. If you ask me to retire at the end of this season, then I would because I'd choose you."

Y/n would obviously never ask Max to give up work. That's not something she can ask of him because she'd never feel right about it.

"I'm sorry." Y/n sniffles keeping her gaze on the food which is now cold and y/n ditches her fork. "I don't want to ruin things, but it's hard to be in my position and I just don't ever want you to resent me for something."

"I would never resent you for doing something that I'm asking you to do, baby. Especially not something like giving me more of your time and attention that I am constantly begging for." Max states while y/n smiles sightly before she sighs. "It doesn't have to be right now...but can we start planning and maybe work on you accepting that it's not a crime for either of us to want to spend time together?"

"Yes." Y/n nods with a small smile before Max's chair scrapes back and she moves around climbing onto him. "But it's not going to be easy for me. It goes against my every instinct to just allow someone to take care of me."

"I know and I won't take it for granted." Max mumbles earning a small smile before they exchange a kiss. "But you can't think of yourself as a failure, baby. Being an F1 driver doesn't mean that everyone else is null and void of success. You have a degree, you're working to support yourself, you are balancing that with an unpaid apprenticeship which is really just working without being paid which I still think is exploitative."

"I know but I want to give you treatment that equals how well you treat me without it being you who pays for it."

"I think you underestimate how much it would mean to me for you to finally just move in and live with me." Max smiles before looking at the food. "Are you still hungry? We can reheat it."

"Yeah."

It's not going to be as simple or smooth sailing as Max thinks but y/n is willing to do what will finally make him happy and what she thinks will make them both happy.

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pairing: charles leclerc x singer reader

summary: the one where she falls into a depression, her brother picks his side and lando moves on all to quickly

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"Y/n? Oh baby." Bsf muttered after opening the door to Y/ns bedroom. Her best friend immediately wrapped her arms around the girl, pulling her into her chest. Y/n began to sob, her chest heaving as everything came crashing down. "I can't do this, I mean its so stupid we weren't even together and I…" Bsf rubbed her arms up and down the younger girls back. "Shhh, just let it all out honey, I've got you." Her knees immediately gave out and the pair sunk to the floor together, bsf being Y/ns life line. "I'm so stupid." Y/n whispered. "No you're not stupid, you were just in love." And Y/n clung to the one person she knew would never leave her.

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Y/n wasn't sure how much she had drunk at that point, she did know that it was way more than she should've however. Lily and Alex were somewhere on the dancefloor, while best friend was grabbing the group another round of drinks.

Y/n quickly downed the shot that her best friend had given her before dragging her to the dance floor, "Come on I wanna dance." She said loudly as they made their way to the middle of the club.

It was a while before Bsf spoke up again, shouting loudly that she was gonna go to the toilet before wondering of. Y/n nodded aggressively before continuing to dance, as she did she stumbled, nearly face planting if a pair of strong arms hadn't wrapped her her waist to steady her.

She turned around to thank whoever had helped her but faltered when she heard a familiar voice. "Be careful, wouldn't want a pretty thing like yourself to trip." She rolled her eyes, ignoring the soft looking the man was giving her.

He went to say something but paused, shaking his head lightly, instead saying. "Little Sainz, I haven't seen you around recently."

She rolled her eyes harder than before, "Fuck off leclerc." She said loudly, the pair ignoring the fact that he still hadn't let her go.

He tilted his head slightly, slowly withdrawing his hands from her waist, "Testy testy, and here i thought we were friends."

"I don't like you, ergo your not my friend." Charles' eyes scanned her face, instantly noticing the tear tracks.

"Are you okay?" He asked her gently, his gaze intense, nearly making her melt.

"And why wouldn't I be." She questioned him, tilting her head slightly, ignoring the fact that their was no space between them.

He held his hands up, "I was just checking."

Her gaze narrowed at him as she cleared her throat, "Well, we're not friends, so theirs no reason for you to check up on me." She said sharply before turning around to find Lily and Alex.

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part 2, idk if i like it but here it is guyssssss. also oscar won miami guyssss. this ones goes out to all my 911 fans cause we're all in mourning atm.

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Charles Leclerc x Verstappen!Reader

Max finds out that Charles is dating his sister

You and Charles have been in a secret relationship for a few months now. It’s been fun, sneaking around and sharing little moments that feel special just to the two of you. Today, Charles plans on surprising you with flowers and food from your favorite place. He’s headed to a flower shop in Monaco to get your favorite flowers, and he’s really excited about it.

As he picks out a beautiful bouquet, he suddenly hears a familiar voice. “Hey, Charles!” It’s Max Verstappen, your brother, not surprised at all since it's Monaco.

“Max! What are you doing here?” Charles asks, trying to act casual while holding the flowers behind his back.

“Just grabbing some coffee,” Max replies, eyeing the bouquet curiously. “Got a hot date or something?”

Charles laughs nervously. “You could say that.”

Max raises an eyebrow but shrugs it off. “Alright, man. Enjoy your date!” They exchange pleasantries, and Charles makes a quick exit, flowers in hand and now on his way to pick up your food, already imagining how happy you’ll be.

***

Later that day, Max decides to drop by your apartment. He walks in without even ringing the bell, and the first thing he notices is the vase of flowers sitting on the coffee table. His eyebrows shoot up. “Wait a minute…” he mutters to himself, remembering the same flowers he saw Charles holding.

Confused, he examines them closely, trying to figure out what’s going on. Just then, he hears some noise from the bathroom. Before he can call out to you, Charles steps out, wrapped only in a towel. He looks completely relaxed, totally unaware of Max’s presence.

Max’s jaw drops as his brain processes the scene. “Charles?!” he exclaims, pointing at him like he’s just seen a ghost. “What are you doing here?”

As soon as you heard your brother's voice you rushed to the living room.

Charles freezes, wide-eyed, and tries to pull the towel tighter around his waist. “Uh… I can explain?”

Max’s eyes dart between you and Charles, and he starts connecting the dots. “So you’re the one who’s been sneaking around with my sister?” Max had his suspicion that you are seeing someone but never figured out who.

You try not to smile at the situation but fail miserably. “Max, it’s not what it looks like!” you say, trying to act innocent while biting your lip.

Max crosses his arms, clearly protective. “Oh really? Because it looks like my sister is dating a Formula 1 driver in a towel!”

Charles stammers, “I promise it’s not weird. We were just—”

“Just what? Practicing your towel dance?” Max interrupts, raising an eyebrow.

Before Charles can answer, he accidentally takes a step back and—whoosh—the towel slips right off!

“Ah!” Max yells, covering his eyes. “I didn’t sign up for this!”

You burst into laughter while Charles quickly grabs the towel, trying to cover himself as best as he can. “This is not how I wanted you to find out!” he exclaims, looking mortified.

Max lowers his hands and shakes his head. “Well, I guess you really are dating my sister, huh?”

Charles, still red-faced, nods sheepishly. “Uh, yeah. I really care about her.”

Max sighs dramatically, pretending to be serious. “Alright, just remember—I have a reputation to uphold as the protective older brother. So if you ever break her heart, I will hunt you down, towel or not.”

Charles laughs nervously, finally relaxing a bit. “Deal. But I promise, I’m not going anywhere.”

With that, Max rolls his eyes, a small accepting smile breaking through. “Just put on some pants, man. Seriously.”

As you and Charles share a relieved glance, you can’t help but feel the weight being lifted off your shoulders. Now no more hiding your relationship from your brother.

on that night, when you called Yoongi crying because the world had been too much for you, he left everything to go to you. in that same night, when the world seemed to crumble, Yoongi held you in his arms, gluing every piece of you broken heart with his tender love. and you cried yourself to sleep again that night, but Yoongi was with you and he made sure he kissed all your tears goodbye.

the next morning, both of you went along with your separate lives, but at night, when you were so close to fall asleep overwhelmed with everything, you received a text from Yoongi that made your fragile heart realize that maybe, just maybe, there could be love in this cold world.

“ how am i supposed to fall asleep alone now that i know what it feels like to have you in my arms? ”

Cry Me A River | Masterpost

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: angst, slight fluff, poly!au, mafia!au, arranged marriage!au

— status: ongoing

— warnings: (triggering topics! please read at your own discretion) childhood trauma, mental abuse, allusions to physical abuse, child neglect, manipulation, gaslighting, violence, mentions of assault, hurt and comfort, divorce, emotional neglect, minor character deaths, kidnapping, some emotionally unstable scenes

one. the breaking | you tried so hard to be enough

two. the lie | a house made of cards, they lived in your beautiful fairytale

three. the promise | if you told them about the darkness inside of you, would they still look at you like you're the sun?

four. the gentle heart | keep your heart warm, no matter how cold they have been to you

five. the void | no matter how many times you read a story over and over again, it always ends the same

six. the puppeteer | father wanted perfection, you fell in love with disorder

seven. coming soon...

Idk why but this scene simply warms my heart so much. The casual and easy way he gives his hand and the way she moves and he moves to indulge her and her laugh at the end. Siiigh. I miss this show 😭

Max Verstappen x reader

Summary: Everyone believes Max died in an accident, but meanwhile he's fighting to get back to you.

Blinding lights. Tires screeching. Then bam—proof that Newton’s laws of motion cannot be changed. His face hits the dashboard, and the pain is temporarily subdued by a sudden thought that maybe if he was the one driving, his much better instincts would have helped avoiding the crash. 

The world soon fades away, leaving darkness and silence behind, the kind of void that’s strangely comforting. It’s like a warm blanket that keeps him safe, shielding him from the harshness of reality. 

The crash. He’s been in an accident. 

He can’t help but think about the practical things. That was his rented car. He wasn’t the one driving. Who was it? Oh, yes, that gamer guy he met at the party. He let him try the car after a lost bet. They were heading back to the club where he left his wallet with all of his documents. 

The car is his. Well, it was rented by him. They have to know it’s him even without the ID, right? It can’t be that bad, someone must have recognized him. 

And if they did, do you already know? Are you there with him? Maybe holding his hand and begging him to return to you? 

Despite the rapidly rising number of questions, he still feels calm—happy, even. This world is nice, and forgiving. A part of him wishes the outside world could be just like this. 

Well, it is like that, but only when it’s just the two of you. 

Max knows how to party. And drink. But that’s okay, he can handle it. He’s the typical fun drunk person, you usually enjoy being around him when he gets wasted. Sure, you obviously prefer your boyfriend sober, but even he deserves a night off every now and then, right?

This is why you aren’t worried when he stops responding to your messages. For you, it’s early in the morning in your shared Monaco apartment; for him, it’s the middle of the night in Miami. Maybe he bumped into another driver in the club and they started chatting. Maybe he’s already back in the hotel, sleeping like a baby. 

Everything’s going well until the first ping of your phone three hours after the last message. Because then that one ping is followed by dozens of others, then—before you could see what’s going on—the first phone call arrives from Daniel, who sounds extremely worried.

“Please, tell me you didn’t see the photos,” he opens the conversation. 

A crease forms between your brows as you come to a halt in the office and look at the person beside the printer as if he knew what your friend was talking about. He looks confused, then he scurries like some little animal after encountering a predator. 

Shaking your head, you return your attention to the call. “What photos?” you wonder. 

There’s a surprised gasp on the other end of the line. “Wait, you don’t know?” 

“Don’t know what?” 

“It’s all over the news. The Aston Max rented was found in pieces after a crash, and they could only save the passenger’s life according to anonymous sources. Nothing’s official yet, though, so take this report with grain of salt, okay?” he says. 

Only the passenger survived? “Max wouldn’t let anyone else drive his car, even if it’s just rented. And even after a party, if he was drunk, he would have just left it there and got into a taxi instead,” you spill the words quietly, trying to make sense of what you just heard. 

Daniel knows what’s going through your mind, because he’s quick to stop you from overthinking. “Okay, calm down. We don’t know if that source is correct, we don’t know who the passenger is. No one knows, you hear me? If it was Max, someone would have called you, after all, you’re his ICE contact, right?”

Blowing out the air you didn’t even know you’ve been holding, you lean against the wall behind you and pinch the bridge of your nose. “I need to go there. I—I need to know what’s going on,” you state hesitantly. 

There’s a part of you that doesn’t really know what to do now. You’re terrified of the possibility of losing him, but you can’t just stay here and wait for someone to finally tell you something. And why didn’t they call you? Why didn’t they check his phone to see who’s the contact for such cases? Why—

“Hey, I already booked you a jet to Miami. I’ll send you the details, so go, pack a suitcase, then head to the airport now,” Daniel tells you. “I’ll meet you there, okay?”

“Okay, thank you.”

Before you could end the call, you hear him say a quiet hey. “Under no circumstances check the photos that are circulating, okay? Promise me that.”

You promise not to do that. They must be terrible if he doesn’t want you to see them, so you come to the conclusion that you don’t need this in your life. If you don’t see the photos, if you don’t read the news, there can be at least some hope that he’s alive. 

After God knows how much time, he feels like the lightness is slowly shifting into crushing pressure, and excruciating pain, and panic, and he feels like his world is inevitably collapsing as he returns to reality. The sound of machines fill his ears, the blinding lights burn through his closed eyelids, and he can hear the murmurs of people around him.

He can’t hear your voice though. 

When he opens his eyes, he doesn’t see anything, but that’s because there’s gauze or something wrapped around his head. So, without thinking much about it, he tries to raise his hand to push it out of the way, but he’s stopped before he could actually move that thing. 

“Easy, Mr. Lillard, please, don’t touch it. Try to calm down,” a woman says. 

Lillard? Who’s Lillard? Don’t they recognize him? Didn’t the cops identify the car? 

He wants to speak, he wants to tell the woman that there’s a misunderstanding, that he’s not Lillard, he’s Max Verstappen. He left his wallet in the club, but his phone was there with him, if they have that, they can contact you, and if they can contact you, you can tell them who he is. 

But no sound leaves his throat. 

No matter how hard he tries, he can’t speak. He can’t see, he can’t speak. It feels like he was locked into a prison, away from the rest of the world.

He misses the void. He truly does. 

You get the notification after you turn on your phone. A missed call from an unknown American number. With trembling fingers, you hit the call button, then wait for whoever is on the other side to speak up. 

The conversation is short and to the point. 

Are you Max Verstappen’s fiancée? Yes. I am sorry to say this, but he was involved in a car accident, and the paramedics couldn’t save his life. Are you sure? Yes. And we need you to officially identify the body, so I will send you where to come. 

That was all you got from the cop who called. 

You break down right there at the airport, collapsing on the tarmac with tears falling from your eyes. All you manage to do is sending Daniel a text with the news, asking him when he will get here because you simply cannot do this alone.

You don’t want to see his body. If you do, it will be permanent, it will mean you lost him forever. It will mean you’re now going to focus on the logistics of taking his body home, focus on organizing a funeral that’s worthy of his legacy, focus on surviving. 

An hour later you’re standing in the door of the morgue, talking to the detective on your side. The driver of the other car was running a red light, and his system was full of drugs and alcohol. According to his ex, he was suicidal, she wouldn’t be surprised if this was his ticket out of this world. 

“Are you ready?”

Can anyone ever be ready for something like this?

But you nod nonetheless, trying to steel yourself until your friend arrives to help you through the worst of it. Until now, you ignored the messages and calls, but eventually, you’ll have to talk to people. Family and friends. The members of the Red Bull family. Other drivers. God, it’s gonna be a really dreadful task.

The table isn’t that far from the door, but the moment your eyes fall on the figure on it, covered with a white sheet, time seems to stop moving. This can’t be real, this can’t be real, this can’t be real, you keep repeating. 

When the coroner removes the sheet from his face, though, you feel like screaming. From shock? From pain? From relief? From happiness? 

Because the man on the table is definitely not Max. They look strangely alike, that you admit, but he’s definitely not your fiancé. Then who is he? And why was he driving Max’s car?

Max has fallen in and out of sleep in the past hour or so, although that’s just a guess, he has absolutely no idea what time it is. Time passes differently when he’s locked into his own body, when he simply can’t get himself to talk. 

He keeps trying whenever he’s awake and there’s someone in the room with him. If he can say as much as his name, they can hopefully realize that he’s not the man they think he is. Then they could contact you. Then he would be reunited with you. 

“Max!” 

Yes. That’s it. That’s exactly what he wants to say. If he could only say it out this loud…

“Where’s Max?” he hears it again, the voice he knows and loves so much sounding almost hysterical in his mind. “Max!”

“Miss, this is Richard Lillard, if you’re looking for—”

“Your Richard Lillard is in the morgue, the man in there is my fiancé, and I’m going to see him right now,” you tell the nurse angrily, and he can imagine you push past her before he hears your loud, confident steps getting closer. 

But is it really you? Isn’t it just his injured brain playing tricks on him? 

Did he have brain damage, though? Who knows, maybe that’s the reason why he can’t speak. 

When he feels a soft hand wrap around his own, he immediately knows it’s you. You’re here with him, so he squeezes your hand in an attempt to tell you that it’s okay, that he’s alive. He can hear you cry, repeating something under your breath that he can’t quite understand, but it’s okay, everything’s gonna be okay now. 

He would have come back from the grave just to come home to you. 

Even death wouldn’t be enough to keep you apart. 

perpetual datejust

pairing: yoongi x reader

wordcount: 19k

glimpse: when the general public hears the name min yoongi, they know him as the world-famous model who’s beyond talented in his craft. when the modeling industry hears the name min yoongi, they remember you: his resolute, firm, and sometimes rude manager who always puts yoongi’s best interests at heart — no matter what.

alternatively, you’re yoongi’s manager and for the first time ever, you take a break away from him.

[ a lot of angst (not all the way thru i promise!!!), love is mutual but unrealized at first, wholesome heartwarming moments, emotional constipation + hint of codependency, yoongi does some rlly stupid things, so much yearning, mentions of sex tape + intercourse (not between the main pairing), jealousy, swearing, redemption arc (i swear!!!) ]

notes: first fic of 2022 <3 thank you so much for waiting patiently for this piece!! i have to say that although this is one of my angst-heavy pieces, this is perhaps the warmest fic out of all of them (take five, heartburn, hlwwf, lyiaik) !! this is my new favorite since you could see more of the emotional growth and development from the characters <33

as always, lmk what you think <3 send in feedback n love to my askbox anytime!! even replying to this post sends me over the moon :)

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