Obsession

Not Over Yet

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: In the heat of a painful argument, you declare that your relationship with Max is over, leaving him desperate to hold on.

1.3k words / Masterlist

The deafening silence of the Monaco apartment was suffocating. The echoes of the fight still rang in the air long after the words had been spoken. Max sat on the edge of the couch, his fingers gripping the fabric so hard his knuckles were white. You stood across the room arms wrapped tightly around yourself, as if trying to hold everything together.

“We’re over, Max.” The words hung heavy in the room, each one feeling like a stone dropped into a deep well.

He looked up, his blue eyes wide with shock and disbelief. “What?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper, as if he couldn’t believe what he had just heard.

You turned away from him, unable to face the hurt in his eyes. The hurt that mirrored your own. “I said, we’re done. I can’t—” You struggled to keep your voice steady. “I can’t keep doing this.”

The argument had started hours ago—something small, something insignificant that had spiralled out of control like it always did these days. The never-ending travel, the constant pressure. You knew what you were signing up for when you fell for him, but lately, it felt like everything else in your life had taken a backseat. There were always missed dinners, cancelled plans, and nights where you felt like the third wheel to his love affair with the track.

Max’s eyes hardened for a moment, his pride kicking in as he stood up and paced the length of the living room. “You think I don’t give enough to this relationship?” He snapped, his voice rising. “I work my ass off every day, trying to make sure we have everything. I’m always thinking of you, even when I’m on the track. I—”

“It’s not about the money or the success, Max!” you interrupted, your voice breaking. “It’s about us. About how I feel like I’m always second to everything else in your life. Like I’m not as important.”

Max stopped in his tracks, his back to you as he exhaled sharply. He raked a hand through his tousled hair, trying to calm his emotions. “That’s not fair,” he muttered, his voice quieter now, but still laced with frustration.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling the tears threatening to spill over. “What’s not fair is me feeling alone when you’re standing right next to me.”

He turned to face you, the anger in his eyes replaced with something softer. But it was too late. You couldn’t bear to look at him any longer. The weight of your decision pressed down on your chest, and you took a deep breath before you spoke again.

“We’re over,” you whispered. The finality in your voice made it feel real. “We have to be.”

Max’s face went pale. He took a step toward you, but stopped himself his hands twitching at his sides. He looked at you, really looked at you, for what felt like the first time in weeks. “You…you don’t mean that.”

“I do.” You choked on the words as soon as they left your lips. You didn’t mean it. Not really. But you couldn’t keep living in the shadows, couldn’t keep pretending like everything was fine when it wasn’t.

Max’s heart hammered in his chest the fear of losing you clawing at his throat. He had faced impossible races, gut-wrenching crashes, the pressure of the world’s expectations—but nothing compared to the panic that gripped him now. The thought of losing you, of truly being without you, was something he couldn’t handle.

He shook his head slowly, refusing to accept what you were saying. “No. No, we’re not over.”

You blinked back the tears, confused by the certainty in his voice. “Max, you can’t just—”

“I’m not letting you go,” he interrupted, his voice firm but low, almost pleading. “I know I’ve been…distracted. I know I haven’t been there the way I should. But you don’t get to decide we’re done. You can’t just give up on us. Not like this.”

His words hung in the air, and for a moment, neither of you moved. The apartment felt too small, too full of emotions that neither of you could control.

You felt your defences crumbling, your heart aching at the sincerity in his voice. But the hurt was still too raw. “It’s not that simple, Max.”

Max closed the distance between you in a few quick strides, his hands coming up to gently cup your face, forcing you to look at him. His touch was warm grounding you in a way only he could.

“Listen to me,” he said, his voice softer now, desperate. “I know I’ve made mistakes. But I love you. You. You’re not second to anything. You never were. I’m an idiot for making you feel that way, but please…please don’t give up on us.”

You wanted to believe him, wanted to let the walls you had built around your heart crumble. But the fear was still there—the fear that things wouldn’t change, that this would be your life forever, always wondering if you were enough.

Max’s thumb gently brushed away a tear that had slipped down your cheek, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hope. “I can’t lose you,” he whispered, his voice cracking just slightly. It was rare to see Max like this, so raw, so open.

You closed your eyes trying to steady your breathing, trying to find the words to say. “Max, I just… I don’t know if I can keep going like this.”

He pulled you closer his forehead resting against yours as he took a deep, shaky breath. “Then tell me what to do. Tell me how to fix it. I’ll do anything.”

His words were sincere, and you could feel the desperation in his voice. It wasn’t like Max to beg, to be so vulnerable, and it only made your resolve weaken further.

“I don’t want us to be over,” you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “But I don’t want to feel like I’m always competing for your attention either.”

Max pulled back slightly, his hands still gently holding your face as he looked into your eyes. “You’re not competing. I love what I do, but I love you so much more. There’s no competition.”

It was the first time he had ever said it so clearly, so bluntly and it took your breath away.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. “I forgot about what really matters. You. Us. I swear to you, I’ll do better. I’ll make time for us.”

His sincerity was undeniable, and for the first time in a long time you felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe things could change. Maybe you could find a way to make it work.

You let out a shaky breath, leaning into his touch. “I don’t want to lose you either Max.”

Relief washed over his face and he pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you like he was afraid you might slip away if he let go. “You won’t. I promise you won’t.”

For a long moment you stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms the weight of the fight slowly lifting as you both began to breathe a little easier. The future was still uncertain, and there would be more challenges ahead, but for now you were both willing to try.

And for the first time in a long time, it felt like the two of you were on the same team.

Max pulled back slightly, his lips brushing against your forehead. “We’re not over,” he said softly, as if he needed to hear it out loud.

You nodded, resting your head against his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart. “We’re not over.”

Neteyam Headcanons ✽ Part 2

Neteyam is a very attentive listener. Even if he’s busy doing something, or after a long day when he just wants to rest, you’ll know he’s listening to every word you’re saying. He loves hearing your voice, and your bubbly storytelling over the rundown of your day while he was gone actually helps take his mind off the responsibilities that ail him. Though he may not respond in words all the time, you’ll look over to see his ear flick in your direction as a clear indicator that he’s hearing you, followed by a hum or a head nod that permits you to continue speaking. You’ll beam when you hear him randomly chime in. “And then what?”

He definitely gets jealous. He comes off as secure due to his naturally confident demeanor, but deep down he’s terrified that one day he’ll lose everything he loves, including you. Anytime he catches another male looking at you in a way he doesn’t like, he’ll bare his fangs at them and hope you’re not paying attention. You only look up at him to see what’s going on based off the other man’s reaction and he’ll send you the sweetest smile that extinguishes your suspicions, until you feel his tail possessively coil around your thigh.

Loves having his hair played with and finds it very relaxing. It’s so easy to coax him to sleep at night, regardless of his want to stay up with you. After only five minutes of you running your fingers through his hair you’ll hear him snoring into the small of your neck. He’s also trying to grow it out to be as long as his mom’s, so when you show interest or appreciation towards it and mention that it might have gotten longer, he gets very excited. You usually wake up before him in the mornings, so as you’re waiting for him to open his eyes you’ll strum your fingers through his soft braids, massaging his scalp on the way down and eliciting deep, faint purrs from the man fast asleep on your chest.

Depending on the situation, the man can have quite the temper on him. To no surprise, though. I feel as if the ones who constantly appear calm, collected, and carefree are the ones you definitely do not want to piss off. He may appear a big softie and a sweetheart because let’s be honest, he is. But when it comes to protecting you or his family? He’s going to jail.

Has a staring problem. He can’t keep his eyes off you no matter how hard he tries. He’ll be in a meeting with Jake and the other warriors off in the distance, and you’ll look over to see him paying zero attention and looking dead at you while you’re helping the female elder’s with some tasks. When you catch him ogling you’ll motion your head at his father and urge him to focus with a pointing look, in which he just grins and quickly looks away.

And lastly, I headcanon that Neteyam has social anxiety. Being the eldest son of olo’eyktan and up next for the throne, he’s constantly stared at or bothered wherever he goes and it overwhelms him. He wishes he could just be a normal na’vi, free to live his life the way he pleases. Not ‘son of Toruk Makto’ or ‘the next clan leader’. Just plain old Neteyam. You’re the only one who sees him as who he really is and doesn’t put him on a pedestal simply because of his title. He prefers to spend his free time with you, cuddled up somewhere in a secluded part of the forest and safely tucked away from the eyes of others.

Young & Beautiful - Fernando Alonso

Song Series - Fernando Edition

Summary: Fernando doubts that his girlfriend will want him for long, but she promises that her love has no conditions.

Themes: age gap

No part 2 requests please

There wasn't exactly subtle thoughts on Fernando and y/n's relationship. Headlines from media, sly comments from commentators. Even other drivers had shared some thoughts on the matter.

Admittedly some of them were hoping to be the ones who got to date her. But Fernando was the only one who she had eyes for.

Y/n is unshakeable when it comes to being fazed by any of that. She found a man she loves and who takes care of her. Why would she care what strangers have to stay on the matter?

Fernando loves her all the more for it, but sometimes he does wonder if she feels doubts secretly. Doubts that she'll be there for long, she'll realise that her time with him is more limited than if she chose another man. One closer to her age.

"Nando! Stop staring at yourself in the mirror and come watch a movie with me. This suite didn't give us a cinema sized tv for us to waste." Y/n states excitedly, her energy always so contagious. At least for Fernando.

"I am coming, you are always in a rush."

"I got so many good snacks from room service. I know you can't eat most of it. But...you can live vicariously through me." Y/n smiles making the old man smile at her and nod taking her hand as he allows her to guide him into the lounge area where she has taken the make yourself at home curtesy to heart.

Y/n smiles as she pats the seat next to herself and he sits down, enjoying as she cuddles into him.

"Te amo." Y/n smiles making him look down at her finding her gaze already directed up at him. "If we spent every day like this in a few years when you do finally retire, then I'll be content. But also I know you and your restless self need more fun activities to kill time."

"I would happily watch movies if it means that you still love me when I am old and ugly." Fernando semi-jokes, he does actually wonder what he might have to do in hopes of keeping her in his life for a long time.

"You could never be old and ugly. You age like fine wine, Fernando Alonso." Y/n laughs then picking up his hand to kiss her. "Anyway, it's me who should worry. Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful?"

Fernando is in shock of her words, joking or not he is hurt by the idea that he'd lose interest in y/n because she has to age at some point.

"You will always be beautiful. No matter how old you are." Fernando states earning a small grateful smile. "You are beautiful, and beauty does not fade with age unless you have bad taste."

"It's a very good thing we both have good taste." Y/n chuckles earning a smile from the older man. "I think you should have at least 1 bite of food."

"I will have more than 1 bite. I am old, but fit. I do not need to always follow a strict diet and I enjoy eating when I am with you."

-

Y/n smiles picking up her bag from the car only as she moves around linking he hand with her awaiting boyfriend but he quickly takes her bag to carry for her.

"Oh thank you." Y/n laughs before leaning over and kissing his cheek. "I was thinking. I might actually spend a couple hours around here then see if there's somewhere to get my nails done. With all the travelling I've not been staying on top of them."

"Not the nail." Fernando gasps lifting her hand and looking at her outgrown nails. "Ah mi amor, your nails!"

Y/n can't help but laugh pushing him away from herself as he mocks her though she knows he will fuss over her fresh nails. She got a set inspired by his helmet designs few races ago and he posted it online himself along with showing several of the team at the time.

"You get new nails and toe." Fernando states making her smile at him for a moment.

"I'll let you choose the design. I'll send you some pictures for inspiration and you can choose." Y/n smiles as he then kisses her hand softly.

"How did I get so lucky?" Fernando questions before helping her into the paddock ahead of himself.

"You are a lucky man." Y/n giggles spinning around to face him as she steps backwards walking ahead of him. "But I am the luckiest woman."

Fernando tsks never liking for her to value herself as less than him because he doesn't think plucking the moon and every star from the sky would be enough for her to understand how much she means to him.

But in some ways he also just feels that he does not deserve her. He's more subtle in it than she is, and she always reaffirms that while she might say such things. She is there to stay.

"Maybe I should get Aston Martin green?" Y/n hums in a moment of thought. "It'd be quite nice wouldn't it."

"The white and green is nice."

"Mmm...I'll see if I can think up a design idea or find one that would work with those colours." Y/n hums while he smiles.

-

Fernando considers himself very luck knowing that y/n had the pick of the litter when it comes to dating. There's no shortage of interest and even with Fernando by her side as she dotes on him.

But admittedly there's nothing better than seeing y/n in her nightly routine which is much longer and more tedious than his but sometimes she pulls him along to join in when he is feeling more energetic at the end of a day. But most of the time he just watches.

She patters around the room, always well presented in a matching set for pyjamas, usually something silky and lacey. He loves it so much.

"You always watch me." Y/n comments climbing in bed with him.

"It is hard to not look at the most beautiful thing in the room." Fernando shrugs watching her get a little flustered. "I love you a lot and I like to watch you."

"You are...perfect. I don't know what I'd do without you." Y/n sighs shaking her head as she slides down to lie half on top of him.

"Some days I worry you will leave me when you get too old. You will realise that there is a reason people tend to date people their own age." Fernando admits in a sudden vulnerable moment while y/n softens slightly. "It is me that needs to worry about what I will do without you."

"Mi amor." Y/n grins proud to be the one who gets to use the term of endearment in such a way. "Your age means more to you than it means to me. I don't care how old you are, I will age too and I want to live out our long lives together. There is no one else that I want."

"You say that but-"

"No. No but. Fernando Alonso. The love I feel for you is like nothing else I've felt and it has no limit. Why would I choose less than what I have with you? Unless you think me stupid?" Y/n challenges making Fernando tsk at her.

"You are not stupid." He states earning a huff and nod. "I just never want you to feel unhappy with me or like you are unable to leave."

"Two things that are impossible." Y/n promises in a soft whisper then sighing. "We'll live a long life together, one that I want for both of us."

"I want that too."

"Good...and I'll do whatever I need to for as long as I need to for you to believe me when I say it." Y/n states shifting around to lie down properly. "Now, cuddle me and let's get some sleep."

"Yes boss." Fernando smiles rolling over to kiss her softly. "I did not not I could love you more but you really gave me so much reason to love you the impossible amount more that I do."

"I love you too. But I think I've made that clear by now."

"Yes. I will have to find a few ways to make sure the message is returned loud and clear."

hii!! I saw you write for homicipher so i was wondering if you could write some dark/yandere sfw & nsfw headcanons for mr scarletella 🥹 thank you so much & take ur time!!

MR. SCARLETELLA HC {N/SFW}

a Mr. Scarletella {homicipher} x reader n/sfw hc list.

{thank you for your support and nice words! :3}

warnings! : stalking, non-con, dub-con, hardcore, marking, slight gore, rough sex, violence, rough fingering, biting, cunnilingus, blowjobs, smut, murder mention, somno

{an : i didnt quite get what you meant when you said "dark" so hopefully this is what you meant. this is really hardcore. to the soft hearted people and people who cant handle ACTUAL freaky stuff, i wouldnt recommend reading this. there is a small section underneath the regular nsfw hc with a cw on it, so if you cant handle certain topics, there is still an nsfw section without it. he is my favorite character from homicipher ommggg hes so hot. id give him my name HAPPILY.}

SFW HC

sfw relationship/meeting him hcs

when you first meet him alone, he is very unexpected. his presence and constant facial expression is unnerving to say the least, but as long as you can manage that you will be fine.

if you end up "accepting" him, the relationship would be very weird.

he would be a wonderful partner despite the obvious other reasons, but dont think he wont be watching you constantly.

he will bring you daily gifts, consisting of anything he can find that he thinks you will like.

as for touch, he will let you touch him. usually he wouldnt let anyone even accidentally touch him, as he would teleport away, but one you are in a relationship with him, most boundaries he had before are gone.

he is rather fond of holding you. whether that be in his coat {for some reason} or just in general.

in Japanese culture {from my research, i am NOT Japanese!!} holding an umbrella with someone is a sign of love and acceptance. therefore he always likes you to hold it with him.

he isnt one of those "down-lo" kind of people. he makes it known everywhere that you are his.

he will do whatever it takes to please you. you are literally his princess/prince. even if that includes killing someone {he does it anyways}

if he catches anyone staring at you, or even remotely close to you, he will either teleport you away {if you are friends with the person} or kill them on the spot.

no matter how much he seems to be emotionless, anything involving you in pain or discomfort, it will flip a switch in him.

he has to be near you always. whether you know it or not, he will be there.

he hasnt quite grasped the concept of kissing or "romantic" things, but whatever you do he goes along with it. he rather enjoys hand holding or pressing his face into your neck.

he is the delulu type {this whole fandom knows it} and anything you do he will take as flirting. dont deny it though, hes too obsessed to care

he has a big thing for the height difference. he is a little over 8 feet tall, and feels a need to protect you at any cost.

any cost.

NSFW HC

what its like to have sex with him.

starting off, this man is a BEAST during sex.

he is a quick learner, and whether he is using his hands, mouth, or any part of his body, he will find those spots that makes you squirm.

one of his favorite things is you riding his thigh in public. say he was talking with Mr. Silvair, and happened to be sitting down. he would want you on his thigh "discreetly" getting off. bonus points if you cum.

he wouldnt be opposed to a threesome, but he has to trust the other person. a rare occasion.

anything you want to do, he will immediately comply. need him to go down on you? hes on his knees. even in public. need his fingers inside of you? absolutely. need his dick? against the wall you go.

he has a big dick, and luckily he knows it. he wont force everything inside at first, but eventually he will. you can take it. he thinks

he loves your body, and he makes sure you know it. even in his strange language, you can understand the things he is saying because he is touching you while he is doing it.

he makes little to no noise during sex, but not because he isnt enjoying it. he LOVES sex with you, but he prefers to listen to your noises. he would have it on repeat if he could.

you could look like anything and he would still find you to be the most attractive person on earth {or his earth, whatever}

for afab, he isnt one of those guys who has a hard time finding your clit. in fact, he doesnt even have to look. immediately his fingers will be circling that little nub that he loves so much.

he is a very dominating person, but it probably wouldnt be hard for him to let you dominate him. i say let because in no situation do you actually have control.

his fingering sessions are borderline violent, the pads of his fingers hitting that perfect spot with every curl.

cw! its about to get very dark and possibly triggering! viewer discretion is advised!

if you are one of those people who get off on your man killing for you, then he is the man. he will torture people in front of you as you touch yourself.

his sex isnt even borderline violent, it IS violent. if hes angry especially, he doesnt care if he hurts you.

afab, he will bruise your cervix and make you bleed. his tip hits so hard with his brutal thrusts that you will.

on certain occasions, {tw!!!} he will force himself on you. while it is rare, r...pe can happen, so be careful and dont piss him off.

he doesnt need sleep, so if hes horny enough then he will fuck you while you're sleeping. if you explicitly ask him not to, then he will just jerk himself off over your sleeping form.

dont expect to walk away from a rough fucking WITHOUT marks all over you. he makes it a mission to bite, claw, tear, any part he can. he wants you covered in blood, it gets him off faster.

will probably brand you with something

if you have a trauma kink he WILL use it to his advantage.

thats all bye bye!!! :3

{ made by @whokilledsamara }

omg the little Alonso fics are TOO cute!!! Can I please request one where little Alonso has a little crush on a driver and how the others react especially her papa? 😂

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo, babygirl 💕

The Baby-Crush

The sun was high over the paddock, the heat intense enough to send most of the drivers straight to the designated cooling area after their morning practice laps. The “sweating area,” as they’d all jokingly dubbed it, was packed with drivers catching their breath and throwing back water bottles like they’d just crossed a desert.

Suddenly, the calm was broken by a pattering of tiny feet.

“Papá!”

Every driver’s head whipped around to see the sight they’d been waiting for all season — three-year-old Yn Alonso running at full speed through the paddock, her dark hair bouncing as she scanned for her father. Even with the humid weather, she was dressed in a white fluffy dress, with a big green bow, to not only represent her daddy's team, but to also keep her hair from slipping over her eyes.

Fernando's grin grew as she hurtled towards him. He knelt down to catch her, arms wide open, as she nearly toppled him over in a flying hug.

“Mi niña,” he laughed, scooping her up and holding her close. “What are you doing here, pequeña?”

She beamed at him, then, without a word, wiggled to be let down, her big brown eyes already scanning the room. As soon as her feet touched the ground, Yn’s eyes locked onto Charles, who was laughing with Carlos.

Charles noticed her stare and broke out in a huge grin. “Ah, there she is!” He knelt down, stretching his arms out wide. “Come here, Yn!”

Without a second thought, Yn sprinted straight into Charles's open arms, bypassing every other driver without a glance. Fernando's smile froze. Carlos raised his eyebrows, nudging Lando as he stifled a laugh.

Charles lifted Yn effortlessly, spinning her around as she giggled and clung to him, her little arms wrapped around his neck. “You’re getting so big!” he said, poking her nose gently, earning a bright giggle.

“You’re her favorite, Charles,” Pierre teased, crossing his arms with a playful pout. “I remember when I was the favorite.”

Yn looked over at Pierre with a big smile but tightened her grip around Charles’s neck. “Charlie!” she insisted, pointing at him as if to make it clear who her favorite was.

Lando laughed, nudging Max. “Charles has a new fangirl, and she's got the Alonso seal of approval. How does it feel to have Fernando’s blessing?”

But a low, grumbling sound interrupted the teasing. Fernando had crossed his arms, a deep frown etched on his face. “Blessing? What blessing? I did not give any blessing. This… this is betrayal. By my own hija.”

Max raised his hands in mock surrender, struggling to contain his laughter. “Hey, hey, don’t look at us, mate. Looks like she’s got a bit of a crush on Charles.”

Fernando’s eyes narrowed as he watched Charles gently bouncing Yn in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder with a content sigh. The other drivers snickered as Fernando muttered to himself, pacing a bit and shaking his head.

“Charles,” he said, his voice half-joking, half-serious, “that is my daughter, not some… Ferrari groupie.”

Charles looked over at Fernando with a grin, carefully placing a tiny kiss on Yn’s cheek. “Don’t worry, Fernando. I am a gentleman.”

Yn’s cheeks turned pink as she let out a giggle and hid her face in Charles’s shoulder, peeking out with a shy smile. Charles, absolutely charmed, looked back at Fernando. “See? She’s happy.”

Carlos leaned in, smirking. “You’re in trouble, Charles. Fernando looks ready to put you in the barriers next race.”

But Charles, clearly enjoying himself, pretended not to notice the jealous glares from both Fernando and the other drivers. He cradled Yn a little closer, leaning his forehead against hers, as her tiny fingers played with the zipper of his racing suit.

“Charlie,” she whispered, loud enough for everyone to hear, “are you gonna win?”

Charles softened, nodding earnestly. “I’ll do my best, just for you, okay?”

Fernando let out a frustrated sigh. “Oh, so now you’re winning races, huh? Where was that last season?”

Everyone burst into laughter as Charles sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “What can I say, Fernando? I have a good-luck charm now.” He tapped Yn’s nose, and she burst into giggles again.

Lando was practically in stitches. “Mate, you’ve got a tiny Alonso fangirl giving you her blessing. You’d better win next weekend!”

Yn, sensing the attention, pointed her little finger at Lando. “No,” she said firmly, still clinging to Charles. “Charlie’s best.”

Carlos wiped away a fake tear. “Ouch! Betrayed by someone so young.”

Fernando finally stepped forward, determined to reclaim his daughter. “Okay, okay, ya es suficiente, little one. Come back to Papá, alright?”

Yn hesitated, looking between her father and Charles, before giving her dad a quick look of mischief.

“No!” she squealed and snuggled closer to Charles, making him laugh as he hugged her back. “With Charlie!”

Fernando’s face was priceless — part horrified, part amused, and all exasperated. The other drivers were practically doubled over with laughter, watching Fernando’s meltdown unfold.

“Yn,” Fernando said in his best “dad” voice, “Charlie drives for Ferrari. Ferrari, Yn. Alonso girls do not cheer for Ferrari.”

She blinked, clearly not understanding a word he’d said, before patting Charles’s cheek lovingly. “Charlie’s nice.”

George Russell chuckled, giving Fernando a pat on the back. “Face it, Fernando. She’s got taste.”

Charles, now thoroughly enjoying himself, made a point to keep her entertained, bouncing her on his hip, whispering silly things that made her giggle uncontrollably. At one point, he looked over at Fernando with a wink. “Look, I’ll take good care of her, Fernando. She’s safe with me.”

Fernando rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile now, despite his reluctant acceptance. “If you so much as put one scratch on her, Charles…”

Charles gave a mock salute. “Understood, sir. Only the best for the Alonso princess.”

For the rest of the day, Yn stayed glued to Charles’s side, happily babbling about who knows what as he patiently listened, asking her questions and looking thoroughly invested. At one point, she tugged on his sleeve.

“Charlie,” she said, looking around before leaning close to his ear, her voice a loud whisper, “don’t tell Papá, but I like red.”

Charles chuckled, glancing over at Fernando, who was watching the two of them suspiciously from across the room. “Our little secret,” he whispered back.

By the end of the day, Yn was dozing off, still in Charles’s arms, her tiny fingers clinging to the front of his suit. Charles carried her back to Fernando, who shook his head, finally resigned.

“Alright, fine,” Fernando said, reaching out to take his daughter. “But just remember, Yn, Papá is still your number one fan, okay?”

Yn blinked sleepily and gave him a nod. “Number one,” she mumbled, and Fernando’s heart melted a bit.

But just as he thought he’d won, she gave Charles one last sleepy grin. “Charlie, you’re number two.”

Fernando groaned, and the whole paddock dissolved into laughter as Charles gave her a final cheeky kiss on the cheek.

hiiii ! i absolutely LOVEEE your writing 👏 i’m not sure if you do this ( ITS OKAY IF YOU DONT) but i’m just looking for anything plus size reader with nicholas chavez because ive yet to see one and it doesn’t hurt to ask !

a/n: thank you sm for this ask and i hope you enjoy the fic!!! and let me know if i should do more!!

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you and nicholas had been dating for a few months now, and tonight was a big deal—meeting some of his friends for the first time. you weren’t usually one to stress over things like this, but as you sat in the restaurant booth, your eyes darted between nicholas, who was casually chatting away, and his group of friends, who were equally as glamorous as he was. it was a bit intimidating, to say the least.

nicholas, ever the charmer, leaned in close, his hand casually resting on your thigh. "you okay?" he whispered, his voice so low and smooth it sent a shiver up your spine.

you nodded with a small smile, but the anxiety of the moment was still there, lingering beneath the surface. you adjusted your dress, one that hugged your curves just right, a confidence booster for sure. but now, seated among his friends, you started to feel that familiar insecurity creeping in.

"you look amazing, by the way," nicholas murmured in your ear before giving you a quick kiss on your temple, his lips lingering just enough to make your heart race. "don't let them intimidate you."

you were grateful for his support, especially as victoria—one of his friends who looked like she’d stepped right out of a fashion magazine—continued to shoot glances your way. she was tall, effortlessly thin, and the type of girl you’d seen nicholas photographed with countless times before. the kind that made you wonder, why me?

but nicholas wasn’t like that. he never made you feel any less than beautiful, no matter your size. in fact, he was constantly telling you how irresistible you were, which was one of the many reasons you’d fallen for him. that, and his ridiculous sense of humor, the way his eyes sparkled when he laughed, the way he never seemed to care about what anyone else thought.

the conversation flowed easily as the food arrived—an array of delicious dishes that smelled so good you almost forgot your nerves. you started to relax as you filled your plate, enjoying the chatter and the way nicholas’ thumb traced slow, lazy circles on your knee beneath the table. his friends were warm and friendly enough, but you couldn’t help but notice victoria, sitting across from you, glancing at your plate every now and then.

“so, nicholas,” victoria began, her tone sweet but with an edge that made you bristle. “how did you two meet again?”

nicholas grinned, completely oblivious to the undertone in her voice. “we met through some mutual friends at a party. i saw her from across the room and knew i had to talk to her,” he said, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze.

victoria’s smile was tight, and she looked at you with thinly veiled judgment. “that’s sweet,” she said, then leaned back in her chair, taking a sip of her drink. “i just… didn’t picture you with someone like her.”

your fork paused mid-air, the bite you were about to take suddenly feeling like too much. nicholas stiffened beside you, his eyes narrowing, but before he could say anything, victoria let out a small laugh and added, “i mean, nicholas usually dates models, right? you know, girls who practically live at the gym.”

the words hung in the air, sharp and cutting. you felt your heart sink, your appetite vanishing as quickly as it had come. you forced a smile, trying to brush it off, but the damage was done. suddenly, every bite you’d taken felt like it was under scrutiny. you pushed your plate away slightly, your stomach twisting into knots.

nicholas’ hand tightened on your leg, and he turned to victoria, his voice low and controlled. “victoria, i don’t think that’s necessary.”

“oh, come on,” she said with a light laugh, clearly not realizing—or not caring—how uncomfortable she’d made you. “i’m just teasing.”

“yeah, well, it’s not funny,” nicholas shot back, his tone icy now. his hand left your thigh as he straightened in his seat, ready to confront her head-on, but you gave his arm a soft squeeze, silently asking him to let it go. you didn’t want to cause a scene, not here, not like this.

instead, you leaned back, trying to breathe through the sudden wave of insecurity that washed over you. it wasn’t that you weren’t confident in yourself—nicholas had made sure you knew exactly how much he adored you—but moments like this… they were hard. you’d spent years battling your own self-doubt, and it wasn’t easy to shake off someone’s judgment so easily.

nicholas noticed immediately when you stopped eating. “hey, are you okay?” he whispered, concern etched into his handsome features.

you nodded, though the tightness in your chest told a different story. “i’m fine,” you said, but your voice lacked its usual warmth. you wanted to be fine, wanted to laugh it off, but victoria’s words had cut deeper than you’d anticipated.

nicholas wasn’t having it. without another word, he stood up from the table, reaching for your hand. “come on,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

the rest of the table fell silent as he pulled you to your feet, not caring about the confused looks from his friends. “nicholas—” you started to protest, but he shook his head, a determined look in his eyes.

“we’re leaving.”

you barely had time to grab your bag before he was leading you out of the restaurant, his hand warm and firm in yours. you could feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment, but more than that, you felt… safe. like no matter what, nicholas had your back.

outside, the cool night air hit your skin, and you shivered slightly. nicholas immediately shrugged off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, wrapping you in his warmth. “i’m sorry about that,” he said softly, pulling you close.

you looked up at him, your heart swelling with gratitude and love. “you don’t have to apologize for her.”

“no, but i should’ve said something sooner,” he said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “victoria doesn’t know what she’s talking about. you’re beautiful, inside and out, and if she can’t see that, then screw her.”

you let out a shaky laugh, leaning into his touch. “i just… i don’t know. i felt like i didn’t belong.”

nicholas’ expression softened, and he cupped your face gently in his hands, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks. “you belong with me. always. i don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

his words melted away the lingering hurt, and you smiled up at him, feeling a surge of warmth spread through your chest. “you’re kind of perfect, you know that?”

he smirked, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. “well, i do have a pretty amazing girlfriend, so i guess that helps.”

you laughed, the sound light and free, as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. this time, the world around you faded away, and all that mattered was the feeling of his lips on yours, the way his hands held you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

when you finally pulled away, breathless and a little dazed, nicholas grinned down at you. “how about we skip the rest of the night and get some takeout instead? just you and me.”

your heart fluttered at the thought, and you nodded, smiling. “that sounds perfect.”

and as nicholas laced his fingers with yours, leading you down the street, you realized that with him by your side, you didn’t need anyone else’s approval. you were enough—more than enough.

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George Weasley as your boyfriend

pairing: George Weasley x reader (gender neutral)

warning(s): none

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the early stages

so George had a crush on you for a long time

the reason why he never acted upon it was that he assumed you liked Fred poor guy ):

however!!!

you had a big crush on him as well and you secretly used Fred a bit to get closer to George

you and Fred are really good friends so you would tell him almost everything

you were hesitant to tell him at first but after a while, you shared your feelings for George with him

Fred seemed calm and composed but he was secretly FREAKING OUT inside

this was because not too long before that, George also confessed his feelings for you to Fred

so since then, Fred’s task was to play Cupid

the week following consisted of Fred inviting the both of you to hang out constantly

you and George were very confused, yet it didn't bother you in the least surprising

a week of hanging out has gone by and Fred invited you two once again

when you arrived at the place, there was a picnic with candles and wine unless you’re under 18 or 21 depending on the place you live, in that case, there were soft drinks lol

George arrived shortly after you and was just as confused as you were

after a bit of waiting, you both realized Fred was not going to show up that fucker, so you two just spent some quality time together.

at the end of the picnic, George gathered all his courage and confessed his feelings

you confessed your feelings for him as well and that’s where your love story began <3

the relationship

nicknames!!!!

he loves giving you nicknames

will literally come up with a new nickname everyday

will tell Fred to not pull pranks on you

however, you two will pull pranks on Fred together

such a sweet puppy

will follow you around everywhere

always tries his best to make you laugh

will open up very fast if he feels comfortable around you

sometimes gets insecure or jealous so you have to reassure him every now and then

will invite you to every family event he has

he always looks out for you and makes sure you're healthy

the first thing he does when he has a Quidditch match is looking for you in the crowd

will buy your favourite sweets from Honeydukes

affection

so clingy

loves cuddling

wants to be the little spoon sometimes

sooo many kisses on your nose

holds your hand while walking in the hallways to class

will always give you a kiss on your cheek before your separate classes start

has his hand on your thigh under the table

doesn’t feel embarrassed when giving you kisses in public

honestly, he just can’t get his hands off you

arguments

he can get so emotional when you two are in an argument ):

however, he doesn't have much trouble communicating his feelings to you

sometimes his emotions can take over though

he would be so scared of losing you during bad arguments

if it ends up with you crying, he will hold you in his arms while humming a song you like

at that point, he had already forgotten about the argument and his only priority is comforting you

thank you for reading!

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