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il-miele-che-scrive · 3 months

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Charles Leclerc x Greek ! F1 driver ! Reader

You can choose the brand anything Ferrari because I want it to be like a little rivalry to lovers . Social media au or not . Reader being in f1 more time than Charles or Charles with rookie reader .

Thank you in advance

Hello!! I decided to go with rookie reader, hoping you'll like it❤️🙏

scuderiaferrari We are thrilled to announce a historic moment in Formula 1 as we welcome Y/n Y/l/n to our racing family! 🚀 Introducing Y/n Y/l/n, the first woman to compete in F1 since the iconic Lella Lombardi in 1976, and proudly representing Greece! 🇬🇷 Teaming up with our Charles Leclerc, Y/n brings a fresh wave of skill, determination and passion to the track. Together they'll conquer the 2024 season with the iconic Prancing Horse🐎

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yourusername I feel extremely honored to become a part of this family❤️

username1 Miss girl has no idea what she signed up for 💀 wishing her all the best tho

username2 A GIRL, GUYS WE FINALLY GOT A GIRL IN F1

username3 I have a bad feeling about this...

↳username1 wtf? care to explain?

username3 By the summer break she'll have hooked up with half the grid

username1 bye I'm not even participating in this conversation, misogynistic brain rot

carlossainz55 Goodluck @/yourusername 💪

↳yourusername Thank you Carlos 🙏

↳username4 Help why does his comment seem kinda salty

username2 wdym salty lol he literally wished her goodluck

username5 I get him tho, a girl stole his seat

username2 what "stealing" are you talking about? his contract expired, they didn't prolong it and went with some fresh blood that happened to be a woman, not to mention you have to be like the best of the best to get into F1, there was def no stealing done

charles_leclerc Exciting times ahead, let's see if you can keep up

↳yourusername Buckle up 🤠

↳username2 now THAT'S what I'd call a salty comment

username5 Charles forgot they're on the same team lol

achi_of_greece Hellenic Hurricane 🌪

↳yourusername I'll never escape from this nickname will I? 🫶

↳username1 NOT Y/N HAVING LITERAL ROYALTY UNDER A POST ABOUT HER

↳username3 Let's see if the hellenic hurricane can keep up with Lighting McQueen

username4 keep up? 🤡 miss girl will beat his ass up

username5 once again, i kindly remind, they are a TEAM!

lewishamilton History in the making

↳yourusername Omg sir Lewis Hamilton I'm gonna cry 🥹

username1 Y/n being a fangirl just like us

username4 she's so real for this frfr

oscarpiastri Finally🥴it was a bit lonely

↳yourusername Hi f2 bestie 🫶

logansargeant What about me

yourusername you know Oscar and I love you!!

f1 A historic day at the Imola Circuit as Y/n Y/l/n, the Hellenic Hurricane, wins the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix! Congratulations to Y/n and the entire Ferrari team for this outstanding performance.

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yourusername A dream come true honestly 😭🙏

↳carlossainz55 Great job👏

↳lewishamilton So proud

↳username4 Someone explain why the 7 (8)times WC and Charles' ex teammate are more supportive than Charles himself

username2 I think it might be an ego thing? He could be jealous? Personally I think it's Ferrari's fault, they kinda messed up the friendship between CL and CS too at the end

username5 yeah Y/n is definitely the 'favorite child' to Ferrari because she's new and they want to focus more on her or smth

maxverstappen1 Well deserved

↳yourusername THANK YOU MAX

↳username6 Why is Max here and Charles is not😭

username1 A GIRL. IN FERRARI. WINNING IN ITALY. I WASN'T READY FOR THIS

username2 The haters are pretty quiet rn

username4 No cuz I was gonna ask if she found a therapist yet... But she might not need it

username6 Excuse me it's been a few weeks and we get a Y/n win already?? I love it here

landonorris Max Verstappen is screaming crying throwing up

↳maxverstappen1 I'm literally not

landonorris You must admit it was refreshing not having to listen to the Dutch anthem again

oscarpiastri Best rookie fr

↳yourusername I learn from the best (even though you didn't have a win in your rookie year)

oscarpiastri Wdym i didn't, i won sprint in Qatar. Not to mention rookie of the year

yourusername Yeah yeah, stop flexing pookie

logansargeant Go bestie

↳yourusername Can't fvck with these hoes cuz they messy 💅

username7 live laugh love Y/n

username1 the Verstappen curse has ended🙏

↳username3 you know it's probs her first and last victory in F1 right?

username1 I just wonder why is Charles so quiet

charles_leclerc Congrats 👍

↳username7 not Charles commenting after people started to wonder why he didn't say anything 😭

↳yourusername How did you enjoy looking at the back of my car? Oh wait, you couldn't even see it from P8

username1 maybe it was better when Charles didn't comment 💀

username3 if that was how my teammate talks to me I'd be pissed too

username1 if this is angrily my name is Ayrton Senna

username2 pls if he was angry, it was only cuz he's in love with her but can't do anything about it

↳username3 he can, they're both single, if he wanted he would've, but he knows they have to keep it professional

username2 that's why I said he can't do anything, literally. i predict a relationship the moment one of them leaves ferrari (or f1 in general)

username4 dude is so in love it's embarrassing

username5 I just know he's thinking about unholy things

↳username7 angry sex lmao imagine

username6 oh to have someone who'll look at me the same way Charles looks at Y/n

username7 okay so my theory is they're attracted to each other okay? but neither of them can talk about emotions, but they tried to have a talk about it, which turned into an argument cuz both are short tempered pookies

↳username3 this is so delusional 🤡 why would they talk about it in that exact moment?

username7 let a girl fantasize

↳username5 quietly manifesting this to be true

↳username2 I'll never believe in true love if this doesn't turn out to be real

username8 No cuz hear me out guys. The LONGING gaze in the second picture? There is chemistry between them whether they admit it or not

↳username6 I totally see it, that is the stare of a man in love with the woman he's just argued with. Look at him. He doesn't look angry. He looks upset. Why? Because they had this argument and didn't make up. Now he's worried they'll get in the cars and something bad will happen either to him or Y/n and... You can imagine how the rest goes

username3 And i thought the previous person was delulu wtf

username9 I can die happily the day I see CharlesY/n happen

↳username7 be careful what you wish for, I feel like it can happen sooner than we'd expect

username10 I need to know HOW didn't Y/n fold after being looked at like this

username11 My friend went to Monaco for the GP and she has a paddock pass, she told me she overheard Y/n talk to some girl from her team that she liked Charles AND they even had "THE talk"™ (which could mean they did "IT"?), but Y/n can't imagine a relationship with him

↳username3 out of all the things that didn't happen, this didn't happen the most

↳username1 I can see that, they're very similar - competitive, short tempered - each of them is like a ticking bomb alone, so in a romantic relationship they would be truly a nuclear weapon (which doesn't mean I don't want it to happen)

yourusername A great day for some karting 🥴 summer break!

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username1 did I gaslight myself that hard or she's really in the number 16?

↳username5 nah, I see that too

↳username2 girlie giving us hints, is it soft launching yet?

username2 16 I'M SCREAMING

username4 enemies to lovers?

↳username3 when were they enemies?

username4 well they never seemed very fond of each other

username3 then just say rivals 💀

charles_leclerc You forgot to mention I won this time

↳yourusername first and last time you got a higher place than me

username4 I can see them having "the winner gets to be on top" kinda bets

↳landonorris 👀

username1 LANDO KNOWS SOMETHING

username11 i told yall, there's too much tension between Y/n and Charles to not be AT LEAST fuck buddies

oscarpiastri What's the longest you can go without being on track?

↳yourusername Mate as I'm writing this I'm waiting for a plane home, won't sit behind the wheel for like a week or more 😭

↳username2 Y/n is dedicated to her job

yourusername είσαι η αγάπη μου❤️🤍

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username1 the red and white hearts?? just saying but they're colors of the Monaco flag

↳username2 and the guy lowkey looks like Charles🤔

username3 looks like Charles? The best you can see is the back of his head

username2 and it looks exactly like Charles' 😌

francisca.cgomes Where credits for the last pic?

↳username4 KIKA WHAT ARE U DOING HERE

↳yourusername Pierre said not to tag either of you 😭 safety reasons or something 🙄

username4 AND PIERRE IS THERE?

username3 Okay, she's in a relationship, y'all can stop shipping Charles with her

↳username5 wdym 💀 this is literally Charles

username3 And y'all say that based on the back of his head, delusional

oscarpiastri @/landonorris and I want an invitation next time

↳yourusername Sorry pookie, it's not for kids

landonorris I'm not a kid

yourusername Then don't act like one

username5 lmao Ferrari had no idea they're getting a sassy queen

username6 Y/n is in love 🥹

↳username2 She's winning, she's in love, what else could a girl want?

username7 Not the soft launch as if we didn't know it's literally her teammate

username1 WHAT.

username2 I TOLD YOU. I TOLD YOU.

username3 You know it's totally normal for friends to hang out? I'd take it as they finally made up

↳username2 UP OR OUT

↳username4 they totally look like just friends, sure😐

username5 IN HER HOMETOWN 😭 HE MET HER FAMILY

↳username7 I'm super curious how it went. "Mom, dad, this is Charles my teammate, I hate his guts. Oh, and we're also lovers"

username6 So where is the person who said they can die happily when CharlesY/n turns out to be real?

↳username2 dead probs lmao

username7 The power couple we needed 😭

username8 imagine their PR team lurking onto gossip pages seeing this

↳username1 I know FOR A FACT that the pr people do look at the gossip accounts

username9 Y'all remember how once someone said Y/n will hook up with half the grid? Staring with the teammate is easy, let's see who'll be next

↳username3 Yeah, I'm so surprised it didn't happen earlier

↳username2 stay mad lol Y/n is living her best life with the man she loves

username5 THIS and it doesn't matter that they met through being on the same team

username6 They knew each other before tho! Y/n used to be friends with Arthur, so she def met Charles in the past

username3 Oh so she tried to get with Arthur but because it didn't work out she went for Charles?

username6 That's literally not what I said. She was friends with Arthur. FRIENDS

username3 You know there's no such thing as friendship between a man and a woman?

username6 look at who is delulu now 🤡 I'm not having this conversation

charles_leclerc Partners on and off the track

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username1 Man literally said fuck a soft launch 😭

↳username2 as he should! we've been dying for them to announce it

yourusername Je t'aime 🩷

↳charles_leclerc Je t'aime avec tes défauts et tes qualités

yourusername EXCUSE ME

yourusername DO YOU THINK I CANT USE TRANSLATOR?

yourusername WHAT "DÉFAUTS" YOU MEAN? I HAVE NO DÉFAUTS

charles_leclerc That's adorable ❤️

pierregasly Remind me, who took the first photo? 🤔

↳yourusername Kika did 🫶 @/francisca.cgomes

francisca.cgomes First and foremost I am the biggest CharlesY/n fan

pierregasly But you took the pic with my phone, I am the author just as much 🙄

francisca.cgomes No❤️

landonorris OH

landonorris I thought you won't have the balls to hard launch

↳yourusername The balls are there indeed

yourusername And more

landonorris EWWWW TMI

yourusername 😐

landonorris exactly my face rn

oscarpiastri So that's why Lando and I weren't invited

↳yourusername It's a couples trip 🤷‍♀️ there wasn't space for the Aussie and his emotional support extrovert

oscarpiastri fuck Lando, what about the Aussie and his GIRLFRIEND?

oscarpiastri Because I do have a girlfriend, you know?

landonorris HEY that's mean

logansargeant I can't say I didn't see it coming

↳username1 We all did, Logan

↳yourusername You were literally the first person I told about my crush on Charles...

logansargeant But who said I believed it would work out?

oscarpiastri HE was the first to know?

yourusername And you were the first to know about the night Charles spent in my hotel room in Monaco

charles_leclerc You talk to them about these things, chérie?

yourusername Don't act like you didn't run to Lando to tell him all about it on the next day

username4 So the theories were real after all, the spicy night in Y/n's hotel room was the cause of their argument

↳username3 She didn't say that...

username4 But it's obvious. Look - the night happened, they felt weird about it and boom there goes the argument. It makes a lot of sense

username5 However it happened, I'm glad it happened

username6 What happens now? Are they even allowed to be a couple?

↳username7 wdym allowed lol it's better than if they were from different teams, they'd have to sign NDA or something

username6 Isn't the team worried they'll distract each other or something?

username7 At least they'll be traumatized together

scuderiaferrari 🇬🇷❤️🇲🇨

↳username6 The team is indeed not worried

yourusername The benefits of having birthday during the summer break

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username1 I love the Y/n and Charles/Kika and Pierre friend group

↳username2 they're everything I want fr

username4 okay but I NEED to know whose idea the cake was

↳username2 I would expect it from Logan and Oscar, honestly, but they weren't in Greece with them

↳yourusername ofc it was Kika's idea!!

francisca.cgomes and I'm proud of it

logansargeant It hurts to know you're making new friends 🙄

↳yourusername I figured I needed some girl friend after spending so much time with you and Oscar 🙄

logansargeant Do you even remember about us anymore?

oscarpiastri I bet 10 of your american dollars that she doesn't

yourusername how could I forget? You two still haunt me in my nightmares 🫶

username1 lmao Charles wakes up screaming box box and Y/n wakes up screaming what's a kilometer and shoe thongs 😭

yourusername that's an accurate description

charles_leclerc I swear I once heard you talk in your sleep something about running a mile in shoe thongs

yourusername And I don't even know how long a mile is, so you can only imagine how terrifying that was

lewishamilton Happy birthday to my favorite rookie

↳yourusername Every time you appear in my comment section I cry a little

lewishamilton The good tears I hope?

yourusername happiness tears of course😭

username5 Do y'all think Charles is jealous seeing his gf interact with THE Lewis Hamilton?

↳username2 No? Why? Lewis is Y/n's idol so obviously she's gonna fangirl a lil

username6 Y/n being a WAG and a driver at the same time, iconic

username7 My fav wag duo for real

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #f1 smau #f1 social media au #Charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #Charles leclerc smau #Charles leclerc social media au

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cartierre · 9 months

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ANGEL BABY | lh44

SOCIAL MEDIA!AU lewis hamilton x male!reader

side note: i've never done a male reader but i hope you'll still like it. i figured it's not that much of a difference than to a female reader so i just gave it a shot.

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theformulapod "I've been hiding my relationship for some time now. It's been hard for both of us and we felt like we needed to keep our relationship a secret for our safety. However, I think my fans deserve the truth and I should step up and open up about my sexuality. It's nothing to be ashamed of." ~ Lewis Hamilton

Lewis Hamilton talks about recent rumours regarding his relationship in an interview here on The Formula Pod! Tune in this Friday at 5PM to hear his side of the story!

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user1 i need a hard launch right now ⤷ user2 no but fr i need to know who stole my man

user3 is this my cue to tell men "oh so you're watching f1 because you're attracted to the drivers" ⤷ user4 don't put ideas into my head

lewishamilton so happy to have been treated with such respect from everyone on the podcast! glad i was able to tell my story in such a supportive group of people! comment liked by theformulapod

user5 if i see one comment disrespecting lewis i will find you and fight you

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lewishamilton love is all around us

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user6 sir lewis that last picture oh my oh my

user7 we got the hard launch finally ⤷ user8 on my way to stalk his boyfriend's ig

yourusername i fear we might become the new it couple, look at us ⤷ user9 THE SASS I LOVE HIM ⤷ yourusername don't love me too much or lewis will get jealous

user10 naur i love them already

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yourusername that's the shirt which made lewis fall in love with me (real)

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user11 he is so funny for no reason i'm so here for it ⤷ user12 the realness is so real

user13 lewis hamilton (y/n's version)

lewishamilton you're so unserious 😭 comment liked by yourusername ⤷ yourusername you love it tho

user14 such big dick energy ⤷ user15 honestly can't blame lewis for falling for y/n because same

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f1wags Y/N Y/L/N on his way to the first free practice after the summer break. This marks his first public appearance in the paddock ever since him and Lewis confirmed their relationship during the summer.

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user16 lewis' money is showing ⤷ user17 they literally been together for years, i don't think y/n is using lewis for money

user18 blue suits him so good? ⤷ yourusername blue loves me 💅🏻 ⤷ user19 not the modern family reference i love him so much

user20 i love how he is now able to fully support lewis!!

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yourusername race weekend shenanigans

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user21 i love y/n and his funny shirt agenda

user22 hopefully we'll see y/n more on race weekends, whenever the camera was on him he was doing something funny ⤷ user23 literally born to be an entertainer

lewishamilton your presence made my dnf more bearable ⤷ yourusername you're getting all soft on me just like your tires

user24 i just know y/n's having so much fun with the f1 wags ⤷ lilymhe we love him!

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two-white-butterflies · 6 months

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monopoly go | mv33 | part two

Description: A stranger keeps striking your monopoly go base. You search him on Facebook and decide to settle your losses.

part one |

yourname_awesome: might need myself a london boy 🇬🇧

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maxverstappen1: pretty

maxverstappen1: the background is so pretty - yourname_awesome: list of all the poeple that asked. 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. - - maxverstappen1: talk to me when you can spell people properly - - - yourname_awesome: talk to me when you can spell noodle properly 🥱

EMILLIAN ATTACKED YOUR LANDMARK.

EMILLIAN STOLE 20M IN A MEGAHEIST.

yourname_awesome: decided to square up with this 🤬 after he attacked my landmark. what's thatp icture? oh, that's meant for lewis hamilton...he just wrote his name on the top.

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maxverstappen1: ??? Post my pics when you can spell properly - yourname_awesome: comment on my posts when u aren't stealing from my base anymore - - maxverstappen1: Won't be commenting for the foreseeable future - - - yourname_awesome: Simply Lovely!

humpyfumpy: SOMETHING IS SUSPICIOUS BETWEEN MAX AND THE GIRL HE'S BEEFING WITH....I CAN FEEL SOMETHING BREWING

Y/N ATTACKED YOUR LANDMARK.

Y/N STOLE 5M IN A HEIST.

Y/N STOLE 72M IN A HEIST.

YOU PAID Y/N RENT.

INSTAGRAM

maxverstappen1 STOP

yourname_awesome my reaction

maxverstappen1 reacted to this message. (❤️)

yourname_awesome ???? THAT'S SUSPICIOUS

maxverstappen1 MY reaction

yourname_awesome who is that girl ur with?

maxverstappen1 Idk i found this picture in the internet

yourname_awesome nah bro go back to ur other hoes

maxverstappen1 No

yourname_awesome 🤣

Stolen glances from crowded rooms - that's all you were. You couldn't understand your dynamic with him, in texts the chemistry was there but in real life? He's awkward, rarely even speaks to you. "Do you think that he's a little tongue tied?" your best friend asked and you tilted your head sideways.

"What?" you inquired and she shrugs. "Men are shy when it comes to girls that they like." "Are you suggesting that he has a crush on me?" you furrowed your eyebrows and she nods. You scoff, "He's not a teenager," you chuckled.

She rolls her eyes.

"It's just a suggestion," she antagonized.

"I've never seen a picture of you two together," Daniel takes a sip of his beer. Max glances at you again - eyes filled with adoration but no words exit his mouth. "Don't expose him, Daniel." Lando winks - Max freezes and they all exchange a knowing glance.

You lean back on the chair.

"Why would we need a picture together?" you giggled, placing a piece of apricot on your tongue. "Because you're friends," Lando saved his friend. Max was shitting bricks at this point. "Acquaintances, we've only known each other for a week." Max managed to let out.

You raised an eyebrow.

"You're hurting me with your words," you joked and he replies with a smile. "My bad," he breathed and his friends push him off the chair. "You can make it up to me by letting the boys take a picture of us," you smiled - seriously into him.

Not just because he was a Formula One Driver (it was a factor) but also because of his humor. He was hilarious... and handsome. "Cheese Maxie," Daniel says while pulling out his mobile phone.

The hug was basically second-nature.

danielricciardo: Too cute not to post? @maxverstappen1 @yourname_awesome

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standingina1950sgym: THE HARDEST HARD LAUNCH OF ALL

yourname_awesome: NAWW NOT YOU EXPOSING MY TATTOO

maxxieeelover: The matching shirts?? - yourname_awesome: pure coincidence huhu 😭

@sugarhightano @lovelylunas-world @ironmaiden1313 @duck-duck-goose-18 @itsjustkhaos @daniellarogers @darleneslane @lilbeyotch1d

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen #redbul racing #formula one imagines #max verstappen x you #formula one fanfics #max verstappen fanfic #m33

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waterlilydrops · 4 days

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Archive

It’s part 2 of THIS :)

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

summary: your new sex routine with Lewis: having sex while watching your sex tapes.

word count: 2k

warning: 18+ only, nsfw, explicit sex content, sex tapes, oral sex(m received), P in V sex, dirty talk, slightly Dom/Sub, spanking, praise kink. If you feel uncomfortable, please exit promptly.

note: Italicized text represents the content and dialogue from the video. That idea was sparked by an anon, thank you! As always, welcome any advice or suggestions.

“Baby, which one should we watch today?”Lewis took out the videotapes and placed them on the cabinet, looking at the marker-penned labels as he asked, “The Christmas one? Or the one I made you cum with my fingers?”

You lightly tapped his shoulder. “Hey, that wasn’t just about me.”

He gazed at you intently, black eyes filled with earnestness, “But you looked especially beautiful when you cum.” As if to say tonight’s dinner was particularly good.

That time was really intense. What happened again? Oh, you think it was because you both had a bit to drink. Does alcohol-free tequila also make people drunk? Once in a tipsy mood, after a few kisses, desire surged like a tidal wave.

Lewis turned off all the indoor lights, leaving only a floor lamp on.

“Hey, today was dd/mm/yy.” In the scene, a gentle flush colored your cheekbones, and your eyes sparkled with a radiant smile.

Ah, how did we get into that state? Did we have a few drinks then?

“Here is... Lewis.” The next second, like a beacon of charisma, Lewis’s face emerged in the frame, his beautiful brown skin radiant under the lights.

The video suddenly paused.

“What’s wrong?” You turned to look at him.

“Can we have a competition?” Okay, his desire to win extended beyond the race track.

“What are we competing in?”

“Whoever initiates the kiss first loses.”

As the video resumed, his arms wrapped around your middle as he hugged you tightly into his chest, and one of his hands slid down between your legs.

“Take your clothes off, Lewis.”

Were you always this direct when you were tipsy?

Sure enough, the next moment his palm rested on your mound. But surprisingly, he just left it there, without making any further moves.

In the video, the two of you had already started stripping each other’s clothes off. The camera was placed on the bedside table. With rustling sounds, you hastily removed your clothes, letting them fall to the floor, and without a pause, you began kissing passionately.

As the camera zoomed in on the intense kiss between you and Lewis, you shifted in your seat, feeling your tongue moistening your lips in anticipation. Your inner thighs brushed against his wrist, nestled between them, and you sensed a delicious dampness beginning to seep through your panties.

You couldn’t get wet that soon. Otherwise, it would seem too eager.

You stole a glance at Lewis’s profile beside you. the contours of his strong nose and the hint of a well-groomed beard were illuminated softly by the ambient light. He was completely absorbed in watching.

The sound of kissing in the video was accompanied by a soft, wet noise.

Damn, regretting it now. Why did you make it a competition? He should be kissing you right now. You really want it, your whole body is tense, wanting to be devoured by him.

Your eyes stared fixedly at the video, how could Lewis be so whole-heartedly in just a kiss?

You were pulled closer by Lewis, his hand on your neck, while his other arm wrapped around your waist, kneading your butt.

The hand between your thighs finally reacted a bit, pressing down on your mound at an extremely slow pace. You squeezed his hand between your legs, grinding against his hips while reaching out to touch his chest. Your palm, through his T-shirt, gripped tightly, eliciting a soft moan.

The camera zoomed in, revealing his abs tensing and relaxing. Your throat involuntarily swallowed drools as your hand slid down from Lewis's chest to his thighs.

With a few swift movements, his underwear was pulled down, and his semi-erect cock sprang out. Your smaller hand grasped it the next second, stroking it gently up and down.

“The way you get hard is so sexy...”

“well,” his strong arm appeared in the frame, probably caressing your face from the angle, “but you, baby, are even sexier.”

A rush of heat surged through your body. His low laughter, filtered through the speakers, only made it itchier, so you discreetly rubbed against the bedsheet, your hand slipping into Lewis‘s waistband. After a few strokes through his underwear, you couldn’t resist anymore.

That weighty thing was too enticing, and you wanted to feel it now.

You relenting and tugging his boxers down. Your mouth waters as his hard cock springs free, slapping against his navel with a lewd sound. You don’t hesitate to wrap your hand around the base, angling his pretty length towards your mouth.

No kissing. that’s mean I can kiss his cock?

You lean your head down, suck just the tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue over his sensitive head. satisfied, and deliberately squinting your eyes as you looked up at Lewis.

“you’re breaking the rules...”

“Rules—” You slowly opened your mouth, allowing the head of his cock to slide into your mouth, and let your tongue swirl around it. “are meant to be broke, right?”

As you finished speaking, you performed several deepthroats, emitting soft moans as your lips hugged the base of the penis, causing Lewis to gasp urgently. You were quite satisfied with the current situation, able to both suck his cock and escape the video, at least for a while.

“You like that, don’t you?”You asked in a muffled voice because your mouth was occupied.

“Didn’t your family teach you not to talk with your mouth full?” Lewis shot back in a cross between an annoyed and sexy tone.

All Lewis received for his effort was you caressing his sacks, and the gentle touch of you cheek against his throbbing member made Lewis clench his fists as he growled.

You raised your eyelids, meeting Lewis’s gaze. The non-kissing contest came to an immediate end.

You were pulled up by the arm and your mouth was covered, Lewis devouring your lips as if starving for days.

There we go. That’s more like it.

“You lost.”

“Yeah, what reward do you want?”

“Spank me.”

The eighth.

You inhaled deeply, silently counting in your mind.

Kneeling on the bed, your buttocks raised high. The only downside is that with a slight lift of your head, you could see the tangled couple on the screen (Currently, you were making loud noises because you were being fingered). Lewis deliberately positioned you facing the screen. Your ears were filled with your own moans and gasps. You momentarily buried your head in your arms in an attempt to escape. Both cheeks were burning with heat, but there was a subtle sense of satisfaction in your heart. Lewis indeed fulfilled his promise, delivering firm strikes with gusto, not holding back at all.

“Feel good?”Lewis laid you back, your head dipping between the pillows.

He was quick to get you out of your panties, he was quick to press his cock to your twitching clit. A steady hand dragged his cock up and down your folds, the cock catching on your bud each time.

“Sir…” You whined, you needed his fat cock so bad. You needed to be plugged up before you sprang a leak. when your drippy cunt squelched, the slick, gushy sounds went straight to his cock as it jumped.

Up and down, up and down. Lewis guided his cock over your clit, and past your fleshy folds, teasing your needy hole by stretching you out with just the tip. Then he pulled out. When he finally fucking pushed into your warmth, you squeezed him tight, he sank in till all of him was wrapped up in your cunt.

The momentarily neglected video suddenly emitted the moans of you two. You reflexively raised your eyes to see Lewis fully inserting his shaft into your pussy.

“It’s all in.”

The feeling of the cock entering you made you toss your head back and moan, bit your lip and didn’t breath as Lewis inched deeper.

“Mmm...You’re so big, ahh, I like it.”

“You were so honest about it... Is alcohol really that magical?” Lewis teased as slowly pulled his dick out and then pushed it back in making your wet pussy sputter out the sound you both loved hearing so much.

Fuck... Is it because of doggy style? Lewis were particularly vigorous today, thrusting exceptionally deep.

“Ahhhh! O-Ohh god!” Your eyes rolled back when Lewis’s hand held onto your waist as he moved inside you in a fast and rough pace as his other hand pulled your hair making you arch your back making him hit a really good spot.

You felt him slightly pull his cock out before ramming back inside making you moan out loud because of the sudden pleasure, his shaft reached so deep because of a one deep thrust.

During sex, Lewis was very good at praising. Or rather, he was someone who frequently gave compliments even in everyday situations, but during sex, he was more straightforward with his praise, saying exactly what he felt. Even in the current video, his compliments were non-stop—

“Your pussy is so good…”

“You’re so delicious babe... I could fuck you all day…”

“Look at you, my beautiful gooey slit…”

These deep, seductive whispers, like the voice of a god of desire, swirled around in your mind, turning your rationality into chaos... There’s no need to even look at the video; just the sound alone was enough to intoxicate you. You closed your eyes drowsily, involuntarily matching Lewis’s pelvic thrusts, chasing after pleasure, indulging in the sensation...

“You’re silent today, huh?” Lewis bit down on your neck, leaving it all puffy. His pace slowed, focusing on giving it to you slow and deep, circling his hips so you felt every inch of him. The slow, sticky grind made a wet noise.

Your legs were now shaking as you were already nearing your climax. You tightly gripped the sheets.

“Ohh! D-Don’t hit me there t-too much!”You exclaimed as he continuously hit your favorite spot. He leaned on your back and grabbed your chin making you tilt your head to his direction. His big hand grabbed your tits as he pinched your nipple.

“You’re making me cum, little slut.” Lewis whispered and his thrusts became sloppier, you held onto his thighs, burying your nails in them. “A-Ahh! P-Please! Please! Ohh god!”

"Please what baby?" He teased.

“P-Please let me cum… Let me cum sir—ahh!” You loudly moaned when he moved inside you ruthlessly as his other hand found its way to your clit.

“Then cum. Cum with me.” Lewis sucked on your neck while thrusting as deep and quickly as he could to bring himself to an orgasm. His grunts of power echoed through the room and mix with yours. As you were fucked to an earth shattering climax, he erupted inside of you.

“Y/N, open your eyes.”

Your eyes barely opened, and you saw yourself on the video squirting gently, your legs convulsed spasmodically, your pussy continued dripping.

Your ass was still red, Lewis spread you open to see how your cunt gaped, empty without his fat cock, his seed dribbled out as your pussy contracted, spilling down your ass crack.

As your breathing gradually calmed, the room became quiet.

“Can I film your little hole?”

Both of you instantly turned towards the only source of sound in the room. On the video was an obviously just-squirted you.

The camera shook for a moment, and Lewis’s voice came through again:

“Oh, it’s twitching...”

You weakly emitted a groan. The camera shook again, and your ass and thighs appeared in the frame. Lewis’s fingers, coated with cum, entered the frame, gently stroking the entrance a few times before spreading it open with two fingers, aiming the camera there.

You leaned into Lewis’s embrace, burying your head in his neck, refusing to look. Meanwhile, the voice on the video, now synced with him nibbling your earlobe, said:

“I really love you. I love you the most.”

The video ended there. Lewis gently kissed the top of your head, his hand smoothing over your back. From his neck, a muffled voice emerged:

“I love you too.”

“Yeah, that’s it, the boys are gonna lose their minds.”

“Suck on it, good girl…”

“Ahhh, you are so hot, looking up at me like that, choking on my cock…”

“Ohh, when the boys see this, they are going to get rock hard…”

“Do you like that? my friends watching a video of you sucking me?”

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bestfriends to lovers lewis?🥹

Wingman | Lewis Hamilton

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x BF ! Female Reader

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Slow burn

A/N: Hello loves ! Sorry for the delay, I believe I re-wrote this like 5 times because I had so many different scenarios in mind. I was so overwhelmed and finally settled on this. Nonetheless, I hope you babes enjoy. Requests are still open .xx

(Y/N/N) - Your Nickname

Nothing is harder than trying to hide your true feelings from your best friend. Well, theirs nothing to really hide considering how our relationship is, definitely not the same as my other guy friends. I’m fully convinced that everyone cracked that I have feelings for Lewis, except Lewis himself. Whoever said that guys and girls can be friends…they LIED.

Our friendship started about 2 years ago when Miles had introduced Lewis and I at Coachella. Miles and I go back a long way through our parents, we’ve been close ever since but just friends, nothing more. Miles knew about my love for F1 from early days and especially being a big fan of Lewis, he made sure that we’d meet some day since that’s his best friend after all.

I distinctly remember what felt like yesterday, we had the best weekend at Coachella and I was quite surprised how quickly Lewis and I grew on each other. Unfortunately, I rarely saw him since I had studying and work to do at the time, however that didn’t stop us from texting and video calling almost every day. That all changed earlier this year when I was done studying and I had a remote job so I had a lot more free time on my hands. I actually shared the news with Lewis first when I got my new job, he was so thrilled that he insisted that I now have no excuse not to attend more races.

What started off as friendly banter turned into flirting and teasing from time to time, if a total stranger saw us together they’d assume we’re a couple. Lol I wish. I have no clue what I’m doing wrong for him not to take a hint, unless he’s not interested in being in a relationship or worse case scenario… he has his eyes on someone else, but surely he’d tell me right ? I mean we’re best friends… or are we ?

That brings us to the present moment. It’s the Monaco GP weekend and you can imagine that almost every A list celebrity is here. Besides my love for F1, I’m a football fan as well - you can only imagine what would happen to my heart if I spot footballers in the paddock. Friday and Saturday are always quiet of course until Sunday strikes and the paddock is packed.

I was staying over at Lewis’ place for the weekend - no joke when I say we had a full on argument about me staying at a hotel when I can literally walk to the paddock since Monaco is so small. Of course he won the argument. Get my point when I say that people would think we’re a couple ?

It’s race morning, Lewis and I were getting ready not knowing what was going to occur the minute we’re about to leave. “(Y/N/N) are you ready ?” He called from the lounge. “Yep ! Just give me a sec” I yelled as I grabbed my phone and bag. I stopped in my track the second I saw that we were both wearing purple. “Are you kidding me ?” I said to myself. “You stole my look” he accused. “Excuse me ? I literally didn’t see what you’re wearing until now” I said defensively. “I’m just playing. You look beautiful and it’s cute that we besties are matching” he smiled. “Aww thanks Lew, but I have to change because everyone is going to think that we planned this” I said as I rushed back into the room to search for something else.

“Just forget about it, I’m changing as soon as I get to the garage in my team shirt and besides that we’re running late” he said as he grabbed me by my hand and pulled me along with him out the door to the elevator. “But Lew” I whined. He cupped my cheeks as he said, “Stop worrying about other people, focus on the positive..you got me and I’ll always have your back no matter what.” He gave me a quick wink and dropped his hands when we reached the ground floor. Not gonna lie that I had literal butterflies for those few seconds.

We drove to the paddock which didn’t take that long. I don’t know why I suddenly felt nervous, my hands started to feel clammy and I could already feel my body temperature rise. “Soo..you go ahead, I’ll meet you at the garage as per usual” I said as i stepped out of the car. “I was thinking we just go together” he smiled as he held his hand out for assistance out of the car. “Uhm are you sure ? People can be quick to assume things and start rumours..” Why can’t I shut up ?

“So what ? I don’t care, as long as you’re by my side” he shrugged. Aww. “Someone is being particularly nice today” I raised a brow at him as we walked towards the paddock entrance. “Pft..I’m always nice” he laughed. “On a normal day you test my patience to the limit with your banter, looks like someone is in a good mood. Don’t worry I won’t spoil it, I’ll make the most out of it” I smirked. As soon as we entered the paddock, we’re flocked by photographers and some fans taking pictures. In the moment I was so overwhelmed, luckily I had my sunglasses on the entire time so I actually ended up walking ahead of Lewis just to get to the garage faster.

I greeted a few mechanics, as well as Bono and Toto. We were lost in conversation that I actually forgot about Lewis coming back. Our conversation came to an end when all of our heads turned to Lewis greeting Neymar and Kylian. Oh my god. I was fangirling internally.

“No frikken way” I lowly said to myself. I started day dreaming and didn’t even realise that Lewis was next to me until he shut my mouth closed. “You’ll catch fly’s love” he half laughed. “Oh my god I can’t believe Neymar and Kylian are here !” I squealed. “You’re into football ?” He furrowed his brows. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t know - you weren’t the only athlete I kept tabs on” I lightly hit his chest. “That hurt my heart” he pouted. “Mine too considering you didn’t introduce me” I scoffed.

“No biggie, we’re meeting them later tonight” he said casually. “Say what now ? You’re lying” I rolled my eyes. Ain’t no way. “I swear” he said in all seriousness as he held out his pinky. “I’ll take your word for it” I linked my pinky with his. “In that case, do you think you could be my wingman ? I wanna know what the hype is about being a football wag” I teasingly suggested. “Uhhh..no” he straightforwardly said. “And why not ?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Because then I’ll have no best friend” he lied as he walked ahead. “Don’t worry, if you be my wingman then I’ll be your wingwoman. I’ll find you a new best friend or better yet, a girlfriend !” I enthusiastically suggested.

“I don’t trust your taste” he said as he entered his drivers room. “Okay then let’s forget about me being your wingwoman. Put in a good word for me” I winked as I took a seat on the couch. “Yeah sure” he sarcastically said as he shook his head.

The day went by so quickly after that, before we knew it the anthem was over and Lewis was already heading out to line up on the grid. Just before he could leave he was talking to Toto for a while, then finally turned to me. “As per usual, I hope you have a safe race. Best of luck bestie” I said first. “And as always..thank you for your support. I really appreciate you coming to races (Y/N/N)” he smiled before pulling me in for a hug. “You could thank me by being my wingman” I played along. “Not this again” he said annoyed as he broke away from our hug. “Don’t let it distract you from racing” I joked. He rolled his eyes at me with a serious look before breaking into a smile, “Bye (Y/N/N) !” He trailed.

The race went by so quickly, pun intended. Lewis finished at P4, we’ll take it as a win considering the performance of the car this year.

Didn’t see much of Lewis after the race since he had media duties. Once he was done, we spoke about the race in general on our way back to his place. “Soo what are our plans for the evening ?” I asked as I laid on the couch. “Are you forgetting the part when I told you earlier that we’re meeting Kylian and Neymar ?” He raised a brow. Realisation hit me in the face. “Oh my god I need to find something good to wear” I squealed as I rushed over to my bag.

“It’s in a nightclub, they’re not going to see you” he laughed. “They will when you play wingman and I’m leaving with one of them. Mainly Kylian, Neymar is off limits because he has a girlfriend” I said as I continued searching through my bag. “How are you so sure about leaving with Kylian” he laughed. “Well obviously that will happen after you put in a good word for me about my love for football” I said in an obvious tone. “Hmm okay” he said with a smirk.

As Lewis got ready, I decided to do the same, I had a shower and sat in my robe as I did my makeup, and hair. Once I was done, I slipped into my dress and heels. “(Y/N/N) you ready ?” He called for me. “I’m just putting on my heels” I said whilst holding onto the bathroom counter top for support. “Wow” I heard him say from behind me. “You look- wow.. gorgeous” he said softly. “Aww really ? Thank you Lew” I pouted as I looked at him through the mirror. “Your rizz is literally showing through your outfit” I said as I turned around to face him. “I guess I should take that as a compliment ?” He asked with furrowed brows. “Of course it’s a compliment, I basically said you look so fine that you could pull anyone you wanted tonight” I admitted. I mentally slapped myself for telling him he looked fine out loud.

“If I heard correctly, almost sounded like you were hitting on me ?” He raised a brow. “In your dreams babe, let’s go” I said as I tapped his chest and walked past him.

When we arrived at the club, Lewis handed the keys over to the valet, that’s when we spotted Daniel or otherwise known as Spinz. We greeted each other as we all walked over to the doors of the club. “I won’t remind you again what the plans are for tonight” I mentioned to Lewis. “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget” he said with a grin. He’s acting sus.

As soon as we entered the club, we were escorted to the VIP area and that’s when I spotted Neymar, and Kylian. Oh my word.. unreal. Both of them spotted Lewis and walked over to us to greet him. I stood behind Lewis with Daniel, eagerly waiting to hear what Lewis has to say.

Lewis shook their hands and made some small talk before moving aside to pull me forward by my waist. It’s hard to hear over the loud music, but i oddly enough heard clearly every word Lewis said. “Boys, this is (Y/N), my girlfriend” he smiled. Sir, I beg your pardon. Girlfriend ? I knew he was acting sus. “Hey ! So nice to meet you both, I’m a big fan” I yelled over the music as I hugged them both.

“Great to meet you too. Lewis is a lucky guy” Kylian smiled. “Aha well, I’m a lucky girl” I joked. All of the build up to annoy him just died down. I really pictured having a full on conversation with both Kylian and Neymar but that also went out the window when I started to get frustrated yelling over the music.. I was actually starting to lose my voice. Besides that, I was itching to leave this place so I can have a talk with Lewis. Quite a relief that Daniel was with us so i had someone else to talk to in the mean time.

After about a whole hour, I started to get a headache and just felt the need to leave. I was seated in the VIP area with Daniel whilst Lewis was catching up with Kylian and Neymar not so far away. I walked over to him and tapped his shoulder, “I wanna leave” I yelled. “What ?” He asked as he leaned in closer. “Can we please go ?” I yelled once again. He nodded his head in reply. He briefly greeted them goodbye as I I did the same.

We walked in silence to the car until the car doors slammed. “Uhm care to enlighten me on what happened back there, boyfriend ?” I emphasised his new title as he then sped off. He stifled a laugh, “Well I got a bit- cough”. “What was that ?” I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest. “Can we just talk about this when we get back home ?” He asked as he looked over to me for a second. I didn’t answer back, just looked out the window. When we got back to his place, I jumped out the car and walked ahead of him to the elevator. “Can you stop giving me the silent treatment ?” He said as he stood across me.

I remained silent until we were in his apartment. I sat on the couch and crossed my legs over, “Was that really necessary ?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Well I thought it would be funny” he smiled. I took a deep breath, “I- do you want me to be single and lonely for the rest of my life ?” I faked a smile. “Oh my days (Y/N)…can you not take a hint ?” He said annoyed. I stood up from where I was seated, “I assumed you were just trying to annoy me like you always do and tonight you did exactly that, but worse.” I walked past him as he then caught a hold of my wrist. He pulled me back and twirled me to face him.

“(Y/N), if it isn’t obvious enough..I love you.” I was left speechless. “I’ve fallen for you since we first met at Coachella. You caught my eye and I knew then that I always wanted you by my side. You made my day when you shared the news with me that you were finally able to come to more races, I thought it’s now or never. I thought I was pretty obvious about how I felt about you, even Miles knows this” he softly smiled. “That idiot knew all this time and didn’t tell me even after I told him how I felt about you. Anyway, never mind him. Why didn’t you say anything earlier after I told you to be my wingman for tonight ?” I furrowed my brows.

“Because I wanted to wipe that smirk off your face” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer against his chest. “To me it just sounds like you were jealous” I pursed my lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I wasn’t jealous” he scoffed. “So then why did you call me your girlfriend ?” I raised a brow. “Okay fine, you win that, but… will you be mine ?” He asked nervously. “I thought you’d never ask” I said as I closed the gap between us, placing my lips on his.

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Book Husband: Lewis Hamilton

Formula One Masterlist

word count: 1k

Prompt: Prompt: Person A knows Person B loves to read so they decide to give them a book. At the end of each chapter Person A puts a sticky note with one thing loves about B so that Person B is inspired to finish a chapter each day. After the last chapter, Person B is about to close the book when they see a bright corner of the last sticky note. They smile expecting another "your beautiful" or "your the best thing to ever happen to me" note but instead they read the four most beautiful words. "Will you marry me?"

It was no secret you loved to read and that's what Lewis loved about you. More often than not you either had your kindle or a physical copy of a book in your hands. What he loved the most is whenever he had to do paperwork or something, he would just cuddle up beside him and read your book getting lost in whatever story you were reading. He loved how you always ran to tell him your thoughts on the book you were reading and how emotional you got while reading a book. He also loved treating you to books that you mentioned you wanted to read and even build you custom bookshelves to display your books. The fans especially loved it because you would always give them recommendations or randomly give them books and plus they loved whenever you were shown through the race, you could always be seen reading or with a book in your hand. And they always said that Lewis was the embodiment of a book boyfriend.

Lewis knew he wanted to marry you hell he probably knew that from the second date but he wasn't sure how he wanted to purpose yet. He knew you probably want something low-key and simple that was just the two of you. He decided to go on social media to see if any ideas would show up when he logged on to Tik Tok and saw that you reposted a video where someone's boyfriend had purposed cutting a hole in the book and placing the ring inside of it and writing 'will you marry me' on the book. Lewis saw that you had wrote that this was a cute idea but you would kill your boyfriend if he ever did something like this, which made him laugh but also sort of gave him an idea on how to purpose to you.

He knew that the next book in the Ice Planet Barbarian Series you loved was coming out, so he went ahead and ordered it. Once it arrived he stole some of your sticky notes and started writing the different things he loved about you and placing each sticky note at the end of each chapter, with the big question "will you marry me?" at the end of the story.

"Bubs! I'm home!" You said.

"Be down in just a minute!" He said as he started to clean up his mess.

He grabbed the book and started to head downstairs to where you were excited to see your reaction to the book and the proposal. He made his way into the kitchen where he saw you looking around for a snack like you always did when you came home from work.

"Hmm I missed you my gorgeous girl." He said wrapping his arms around and placing a kiss on your cheek.

"I missed you more my handsome boyfriend." You said turning around and wrapping your arms around him before placing a kiss on his lips.

"What are you hiding behind your back?" You asked with a raised brow.

"A little something for you." He said softly placing it in your hands.

You looked at him in shocked when you saw the newest copy of the next book in the ice planet barbarians series.

"Are you for serious baby? You got it for me?" You asked him excitedly.

"Of course i did, I knew how much you were excited about it." He said smiling at you.

"I love it and I love you, thank you." You said leaning up and pressing a kiss on his lips.

The next day you were finally able to start it on your lunch break and smiled when you saw the sticky note that Lewis that read "i love your kind heart". You quickly took a picture of it and sent it to him while thanking him. Each day as you read a chapter you were surprised with a sticky note at the beginning of each chapter that read different things that Lewis loved about you.

It was the weekend and you were still reading your book curled up on the couch with Lewis sitting beside you watching tv. Lewis was nervous he had checked that you were almost done with your book so before joining you on the couch, he grabbed the ring shoving it in his pockets and he had been nervous ever since.

"How's your book going sweetheart?" He asked you.

"Good Kiera and Ashkeo are finally back home and they are moving in to a new cave with some of the other couples." You said he ran a hand through your hair.

"I kinda of read a few pages and Kiera and Asheko remind me of us. Don't you think?" He asked you.

"I really do." You said looking up at him with a smile.

You went back to finishing your book and were happy with the ending and as you turned the last page you were met with a different colored sticky note that read "will you marry me?"

"Lewis...?" You asked looking at him only for him to swiftly moved off the couch and on to one knee.

"Y/n my fiery little bookworm. My moon, my stars since the moment I met you I knew that I didn't want to experience life without you, and these past 2 years have been so wonderful. So y/n will you do be the absolute honor of becoming my wife?" He asked you as the tears ran down your face.

"Ye...yes! Yes Lewis I will." You said as he slide the ring on your ring before standing up and kissing you.

"You don't know how worried I've been since I gave you that Book?" He said making you laugh.

"If it counts for anything, I could hardly tell. I loved the sticky notes and proposal." You said smiling at him.

"Really? I may have saw one of your reposts on TikTok where you said you would kill me if I cut a hole in any of your books to put the ring in." He said making you laugh.

"I really did. And you should do the sticky note thing more often, they were nice to read especially if I was struggling to read or having a bad day while reading." You said to him.

"I'll keep that in mind. I love you Ms. Hamilton." He said placing a kiss on your lips.

"I love you Mr. Hamilton." You said smiling at him.

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vivwritesfics · 2 months

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Jester Stole His Thorny Crown

Chapter Two

He never had a choice in his life. His dreams were nothing more that that. Dreams. But then he met a lounge singer at his brother club and everything changed.

Mafia!Au

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Warnings: drugs (not taken), gun violence

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"I've done your dirty work," said Charles as he entered his mamans apartment and strode over to the couch. Arthur was still sat there, a sling holding his injured arm. It took everything Charles had in him not to reach out and punch that arm. "All three clubs are fully stocked."

Arthur sat up quickly, all traces of a smile gone from his suddenly pale face. "Even the lounge?" He asked, urgency in his voice.

Nodding his head, Charles looked at his little brother. "All three clubs," he insisted, and Arthur swore under his breath.

"Charles, I don't deal in the lounge," he said as he held his arm. "It isn't that sort of club."

"No offence," began Charles as he sat beside his brother and accepted the tea offered to him by his maman, "but I take orders from Lorenzo, not you," he said and sipped the tea.

Arthur let out an audible sigh. "The stuff isn't going to get moved in the lounge," he said. "It's not a place where young adults want to get fucked up or where men do dodgy deals in the back. It's a place where people come to enjoy live music and drink a little. It's not gonna get sold there and Lorenzo is gonna be pissed at you."

Charles let out an exasperated sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Okay then, what do you normally do with the drugs?" He snapped.

Looking down at his injured arm, Arthur looked almost ashamed. "I dress down and... I sell them in alleyways," he admitted.

Charles hit his injured arm. "What the Hell are you going?!" He shouted. "Arthur, you're not canon fodder! Why are you going out there and trying to get yourself killed?"

"What else am I supposed to do?" Arthur hissed at his brother. "If I leave them sitting in the safe, Lorenzo would kill me."

"Lorenzo doesn't want you to get killed! He doesn't want you out there selling drugs!"

Arthur let out a sigh. They could go around like this for hours, with neither of them coming to agree. "What did you think of her?" He asked somewhat quietly.

It took Charles aback. "Who, the pianist?" He asked, but he knew he was right. Who else would Arthur be talking about.

He nodded his head. "I thought you'd like her," Arthur finished. "Just... go tonight and see what it's all about. You'll understand why I don't sell there, trust me."

Charles said nothing. He stood from the sofa and walked to the kitchen to say goodbye to maman. "Take it easy on him, Charles," She said as she straightened his lapel. "He just wants to be like you and Lorenzo."

"He's not ready, maman. He still acts like a child," Charles spat as he looked to the window.

"Do as he asks," said Pascale. "You know how much the lounge means to him."

Charles couldn't say no to his maman. He nodded his head and kissed her cheek before setting off to do more work for Lorenzo.

Lorenzo didn't have much for Charles to do. He was in and out of meetings with the Ferrari's, the Hamilton's and the Vettels all day. Charles was left to do his admin work for him, stuck in the office all day. Thank god the office had an amazing view.

When the books and paperwork were sorted, Charles left the office. He sat in the cat for just a moment, deciding what to do.

But he had a promise to his mother that he had to keep.

Charles drove how he always drove, like he thought he was a fucking race car driver. Others on the road got out of his way and he parked rather carelessly, as always.

The lounge didn't have a line outside of it like the rest of the clubs owned by the Leclercs. Charles scoffed as he pushed the door of his car shut and walked towards the lounge.

But then he opened the door to the lounge.

The chatter was loud, but only because there was so much of it. The music wasn't playing yet, but every single seat was filled. Charles walked over to the bar and got himself something to drink. On the house, of course. The bartender wouldn't dare to charge him.

The stage was empty, aside from the piano. He couldn't help but look around for some sign of her, but she was nowhere to be seen.

The lights dimmed and the audience went quiet. A spotlight was pointed at the piano and Charles felt himself consumed by the atmosphere of the lounge. The audience was clearly excited, and he was too.

She walked up onto the stage. Charles almost didn't recognise her, a far cry from the dressed down girl he had met earlier in the day. He didn't think much of her then, when he was there to do a job. But now, in that long black dressed, hair done flawlessly, Charles couldn't pull his eyes away.

The audience clapped as she sat at the piano. She pressed a few keys and the clapping stopped.

The song started slow. It wasn't a slow song, but that was how she started it. But quickly it was up to it's tempo and the song properly began. It was just the piano, no accompanying instruments, and her voice.

It was only when she started singing that Charles recognised the song. An eighties rock, maybe pop, song that he'd heard through his childhood.

It was a piano cover of a song that was usually filled with many instruments, but she did it perfectly. Charles sipped his drink as she pressed the keys fluidly, recreating the guitar solo.

As soon as the song was finished she grabbed the microphone and turned to the audience. "Hello everybody and welcome to the lounge," she called and the audience clapped and cheered. "Tonight is oldies night so relax, get yourself something to drink and sing along is you know the words," she called an a member of the audience whooped.

She turned back to the piano, put her microphone back and began playing once again.

She played three songs before taking a break. She left the stage and disappeared into one of the back rooms. Charles left his drink on the bar and followed after her. He knew there would be one topped up and waiting for him when he got back.

"Hey," Charles called as he followed her into the room beside the back office.

She visibly jumped. "Mr Leclerc," she said, her hand against her chest, her glass of water shattered by her feet. "Shit," she whispered as she bent down to pick it up.

"I'll get somebody to clean it up," he said and snapped his fingers at one of the staff members on the main floor. They immediately dropped what they were doing and came to clean it up.

"You're... really good at the piano," he said as she accepted another glass of water from the staff that cleaned the first one up.

A small, nervous smile twitched onto her face. "Thank you."

Charles continued. "I've always wanted to play the piano," he said. "I never got a chance with the line of work that my family is in."

"Well, it's never to late to learn," she replied, still wearing that nervous smile.

No, it wasn't. That was exactly what Charles was thinking. "You can teach me," he said.

She froze at that. Teach Mr Leclerc, one of the most dangerous men in the principality, piano? Oh, it was terrifying. And she couldn't say no.

"Great." His smile wasn't kind, exactly. It was more... satisfied. "You can call me Charles." He held out his hand.

She hesitated before grabbing it. It was like signing her soul away, handing it to the devil on a silver platter. But she shook it. "You can call me Y/N."

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I'll come pick it up after pt.3

John Egan X Female! Reader

Sumarry: Tonight is the celebration for the soldiers. Bucky hopes to see his nurse there...

Warning: +18/ almost smut/ swearing/ use of Y/n/ historical innacuries/ flirting/ Buck being a cock block/ alcohol/ mention of injuries and blood (like once)/

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A/n: Y'all... I got carried away writing this, but I don't think you'll complain. Please let me know what you think. :) (also her dress is like Leisl, from sound of music)

She was looking at herself in the mirror, she just finished getting ready for tonight’s celebration. The men that was bleeding today was alive, she succeeded in finding the artery to stop the bleeding. He was going to make it. She wasn’t sure if it was a good idea, going to tonight party, after all, there is a sexual tension between her and Major Egan. She had to keep her professionalism earlier, he was staring at her like she was the most beautiful woman on earth. And she felt like it, that’s why she was all dressed up, that’s why she was going to the party. Her dress was long, stooping at her mid-calf, perfect for dancing. The dress was light pink, it was perfect for her tanned skin, her hair was put in a crown braid, with small pieces of her hair falling down. She didn’t put too much makeup, just enough to change her everyday look, she put lipstick on, it was red, but not too much. She felt pretty, and she was sure that John Egan was going to agree with her.

Bucky was getting ready for the party with his friend Buck, telling him all about the nurse that healed him today. ‘’Wait, so you asked your co-pilot to punch you in the face, so you’ll have time with her?’’ Gale Cleven was in disbelief, he couldn’t believe what his best-friend was telling him. ‘’Yeah, I know it’s a good idea! And she flirted with me’’ John Egan had heart eyes, he was smiling and was taking extra time to get ready. Buck rolled his eyes in annoyance before signing. ‘’You do realise that you sound fucking crazy, right?’’ Buck was trying to reason his friend, but that battle was lost before it even began. Major John Egan had a crush, and no one could stop that. ‘’I hope she’s here tonight, so you can properly meet her’’ Bucky said, fixing his hair, again. It was official, Buck’s best friend had gone crazy, over a woman. His lady’s men reputation was long forgotten, John Egan was head over heels over Y/n Hamilton.

She entered the room with the other nurses. It was early, but there were some soldiers already there. Harry Crosby was one of them, he was the humblest person Y/n had ever met. He’s sweet, they talked a lot when she arrived at the base. He was the one of the few that welcomed her at the base. But he was busy talking with his friends. Some of the nurses were getting stole away by some soldiers that wanted to dance with them. Y/n always made sure that her girls were comfortable with their dancing partner. They even made a code, in case a girl isn’t comfortable, one of the nurses, or Y/n, would go see the girl and asked if they had received needles, if the girl said yes, she needs help. For the youngest nurses, Y/n was like a big sister, she’s only 23, but the other girls liked her very much. She heard a bark and knew that it was Gale Cleven’s dog, so John Egan was certainly with him.

Bucky entered the room with his friends, looking for only one person. His nurse, was she here? Meatball ran towards the group of nurses near the wall, and that’s when he saw her. She was magnificent, her pink dress made her tanned skin even more tanned, her hair left her neck exposed and she wore heels, making her a little bit taller. ‘’Whenever you need to find her, ask Meatball’’ Buck laughed as his dog came back to him, with the beautiful nurse. ‘’I’m starting to think that this lovely dog is confusing me with a stick’’ She laughed as she walked to the two men. Cleven smiled, but Bucky smiled even more. ‘’I should train him better, so he doesn’t try to bite you’’ Gale responded. ‘’If he ever bites me, do you know where the nurse’s office is? They didn’t give me a proper tour’’ she says, acting clueless. Bucky laughs as his best friend leaves to go talk to another soldier. Leaving Egan and Y/n alone.

‘’You are breathtaking, darling’’ Major Egan says as he takes her hand to kiss the top of it. Butterflies flying in Y/n’s stomach, when his lips leave her hand, it feels cold. ‘’Thank you, Major Egan- ‘’ ‘’Please call me Bucky’’ ‘’Thank you Bucky, you look really handsome too’’ They both blush a little, the tensions between the two of them is still there. ‘’You know, if you want a proper tour of the base, I can give it to you’’ Bucky proposed. ‘’Maybe later, tonight about you, and all the other guys that were on the mission’’ she says as they start walking towards a table. ‘’Do you want something to drink, darling?’’ She nods. ‘’I’ll just have whatever you’re having’’ she answers. ‘’Coming right up milady’’ he says with a poor British accent to make her laugh. When Bucky’s back is turned, one of the youngest nurses, Daisy, runs towards her table. ‘’Oh dear, was that Major John Egan?’’ she askes, grinning like a child. ‘’Yes, it was, why?’’ Y/n giggles. ‘’Was he flirting with you?’’ she nods, and Daisy takes her both hands. ‘’I heard rumors about this morning – ‘’ ‘’Daisy you know we don’t gossip’’ she frowns, but she’s still interested about what the rumor’s about. ‘’Yes, but this one is interesting, I heard that Major Egan asked his co-pilot to hit him so he could spend time with you!’’ Daisy quickly whispers. She gently taps her hands away. ‘’That’s absurd, Daisy, but hey, could you maybe go check on Molly?’’ Y/n asks. Daisy nods and walks away before Bucky returns to the table with the drinks. ‘’Champagne? Well, I didn’t know John Egan was drinking champagne.’’ She teased as she took a sip of the beverage. ‘’Well, I didn’t know if a pretty girl like you can handle whiskey’’ he explained. ‘’Trust me Major, you have no idea what I can handle.’’ Bucky was impressed, his girl was flirting with him, and she can handle whiskey! ‘’Really, uh, so what can you handle?’’ ‘’That’s the conversation I usually have after 2 glasses of alcohol’’ she took another sip, while holding eye contact with the men in front of her.

The more the time passed, the more they drank and talked. They flirted openly and even teasing the other. But after the Colonel’s speech, the party really began. The band started to play some dance music and the people were getting on the dance floor. Y/n was still looking after her girls, making sure they were okay, but her gaze was more on Bucky. ‘’Do you want to dance, darling?’’ he asked. She nodded and they made their way to the dance floor. The beat was quick, but not too quick, they danced together the hole song, and the one after, and the one after the previous one. After 4 songs, they needed to sit down, so that’s what they did. ‘’Tired already?’’ Bucky teased. ‘’Try dancing with these!’’ she pointed her heels. Bucky laughed and took a sip of whatever they were having. Buck came to sit with them, Meatball following him. ‘’Where were you Buck’’ Egan asked. ‘’Been talking with some of your nurses, Y/n, uh, Elodie is really sweet’’ Buck said. She tilted her head, surprised by the men that was usually shy. ‘’You flirted with a girl? Who are you and what have you done with my best friend’’ Bucky laughed. Y/n smiled and looked at Bucky, his smile was beautiful. Meatball came next to her, so she petted him. ‘’Hi, you, you’re so adorable, and you can always find me. You won’t bite me, you’re too nice for that!’’ She said, petting the dog. ‘’So now, it’s the last dance of the night, gentlemen it’s time to ask your ladies to dance’’ The signer of the band announced. Bucky looked at Y/n, she smiled. ‘’Hold on’’ she said while untying her shoes. She took them off, leaving her only in her tights that matched her skin tone. The men chuckled before offering his hand for her to take. They went on the dance floor as It’s Been a Long, Long Time from Harry James started playing. Bucky started to dance, but Y/n just came closer to him. They hugged, but it was just for the dance. Bucky hands were resting on her lower back, she putted her arms around his neck. Their face was so close, but she decided to put her head on Bucky’s shoulder. Their bodies were slowly moving to the beat of the music. Y/n could hear Bucky’s heartbeat, it was fast, he was nervous, but so was she. ‘’Your heart’s beating fast’’ she said, loud enough for him to hear. ‘’That’s because you’re dancing with me, darling’’ he replied. She looked up at him, their eye contact was filled with tension. She took a shaky breath before smiling to him. ‘’Want to give me the tour you were talking about’’ she nervously said. He smiled to her while he nodded. ‘’Wait, I need to get my shoes back on’’ she realised she was barefoot. She quickly went to put her shoes back, before they both head out the crowded room.

They were both alone, outside. ‘’So, where’s the nurses office?’’ She playfully asked. Bucky offered her his arm; she took it and they started to walk towards Y/n worked. ‘’You looked beautiful tonight’’ He complimented her. ‘’Thank you, Bucky. ‘’ she blushed. ‘’Can I ask you something?’’ she asked. ‘’Anything’’ he quickly responded. ‘’It’s probably just a rumor, but Daisy said that she heard something about you asking your co-pilot to punch you in the face’’ she laughed nervously. Bucky laughed too, but he was stressing. Would she think he was stupid for doing so? ‘’Uh, I- uh, yeah, I did. I wanted to see you alone after the mission. I figured if I was injured, it would be easier to have you for myself’’ he stopped, realising what he just said. His mind and his heart were racing. Y/n giggled, blushing, she was nervous too, he was John Egan, he had a reputation of being a lady’s men, but he got punched in the face, just to see her. ‘’ Well, that’s a first. You know you could’ve just come to my office; we didn’t have many injured’’ Bucky was relived. ‘’Yeah, well i-i- ‘’ he stammered. ‘’Next time, maybe not in your pretty face’’ she flirted. Bucky blushed. Y/n shivered, it was cold outside, the party had many people, so it was warm, now that they’re outside, it’s cold. Without thinking, Bucky took off his jacket and put it on his girl’s shoulder. ‘’We’re almost there, darling. It’ll be warmer inside’’ he said.

When they entered the nurses building, it was empty, the men that were there were transferred to another base. They were completely alone. ‘’Here we are the medic center’’ Egan announced. She smiled as she looked at his stitches. ‘’How is your face?’’ she asked. ‘’It’s okay, I don’t have any pain’’ he watched at she came closer to him. With the heels she was wearing, she didn’t need to stand on her tippee toes to reach his face. ‘’Can I?’’ she asked his permission. It was the first thing she was thought in medical school, always ask for the patient’s consent. She took it very seriously, especially when there was a sexual tension between the two of them. She was nervous, they both had alcohol in their system, and she had a confidence boost.

Her hands were shaking, but he stood still as she examined his wound. He noticed her lipstick, it’s still there. He couldn’t take how pretty she was; he imagined her lips on him, how her lipstick would mark his body. How gentle she would be with him, was she a virgin? Bucky tried to erase these images from his mind before he got a boner. The way she looked at him, with innocence and lust at the same time. How can she flirt with him that much and look like she never saw a man in her hole life. ‘’Your heart is still racing’’ she said, a hand on his chest. Before he could answer, she took his hand and put it on her chest. He was touching her breast. But when he focused on the feeling under his hand, he felt her heart racing, just like him. ‘’Mine’s racing too’’ she said, while looking at him in the eyes. Her hand was still holding his in place, he tried not to think about his hand on her chest, but it was impossible. ‘’Do I make you nervous, darling?’’ he teased. ‘’I could ask you the same question, Major’’ She was playing with fire, and she knew it. ‘’Fucking hell’’ he muttered under his breath. ‘’Let’s go in my office, I have a fireplace.’’ She said, taking him by the hand that was on her breast. ‘’Why do you have a fireplace in your office?’’ he questioned. ‘’It was there when I arrived, the late chief nurse was, presumably, always cold.’’ He closed the door behind them, as he watched her, getting the fire ready.

It was getting warmer in the office, so she took his jacket off her shoulder. ‘’Do you want something to drink?’’ he was confused, she had a fireplace and drinks? But he nodded and she took out a bottle of whiskey with two glasses. ‘’Whiskey, I’m impressed, darling’’ he smirked. ‘’What can I say, I’m full of surprises’’ oh how he wanted to kiss this attitude out of her, but he loved it. Her shameless teasing and flirting, she was amazing. She poured two glasses and handed one to Bucky. Their fingers brushed together, they made eye contact, but they wouldn’t break it. ‘’Are we playing a staring contest, darling?’’ his tone was challenging. ‘’Maybe’’ she whispered as she brought up her glass. ‘’Cheers, honey’’ she purred, before drinking the liquid. Bucky did the same, when their glass was empty, she took them and broke eye contact. She turned so her back faced him.

He couldn’t take it anymore, so when she turned, he decides to get behind her. His chest was pressing against her back. ‘’ You lose, darling’’ he whispered in her ear. Sending shivers in all her body. She turned her head, their lips were so close to each other, it was intoxicating for both. ‘’What are you going to do, Major?’’ she practically moaned. ‘’Like I said, darling, I don’t know if you can handle it’’ he responded. She turned to face him, but she sat on the desk, opened her legs. The same position they were earlier, but the roles were changed. ‘’I told you, Bucky, you don’t know what I can handle’’ she says, her voice challenging him. With a boost of confidence, thanks to the alcohol, she lifted his chin with her fingers. ‘’Don’t underestimate me, Major’’ she said, dangerously close to his lips. He was about to faint; she became this confident woman, and he loved it. She wasn’t shy anymore, she was teasing him, touching him.

‘’You’re playing with fire, darling’’ he warned, with his deep, husky voice. ‘’But you already know that you like to play with me like that, uh?’’ he affirmed. ‘’What can I say, you’re fun to play with.’’ John Egan was speechless, he was in awe, ready to drop to his knees if she’d ask him. ‘’What do you want, Major?’’ she whispered. They looked at each other, their pupils were dilated, they were both in the same situation; horny. He leaned in, reaching her ear. ‘’What I want, darling, I want to kiss every square inch of your body. I want to take you right now on this desk. I want your lipstick to mark every inch of my skin. Should I continue?’’ he teased. Her face was hot, they weren’t flirting anymore. It was a pure invitation to have sex with him. His hands were on her thigs; his thumb was caressing her skin. He looked at her with desire, what was she gonna say. ‘’Cat got your – ‘’ he was cut off by the mouth of the chief nurse on his. She was kissing him.

He was in shock of what just happened, that he didn’t respond to the kiss. So, when she pulled back, she was nervous, did she do anything wrong? When he realised that she wasn’t kissing him, he looked at her. ‘’Darling, can you please do that again, so I can kiss you back’’ he pleaded, with need in his voice. She nodded and their lips were back together. One of Bucky’s hands moved up to hold her neck, the other one moved down her back. His body moved forward so they could be as close as possible. They stopped kissing to take a breath. The kiss had left them both breathless. ‘’You feel what you do to me Y/n?’’ he almost moaned. One of her hands dropped to where his boner showed. ‘’Is this what I do to you Major? She mewled. He could only nod, his words were stuck in his throat. They kissed again, both fighting for dominance. But their kiss was brutely stooped by a knock at her door. ‘’I’m sorry for the interruption, but Bucky, we have a mission tomorrow, you must sleep’’ Gale Cleven was at the other side of the door, feeling bad that he interrupted his best friend in whatever he was doing in there.

‘’Fuck’’ he moaned, frustrated. She noticed a necklace in Egan’s neck. She took it off him and put it around her neck, the cross at the end of it was directly in her bra. ‘’Come and take it back tomorrow.’’ She whispered. Sure, she wanted to have sex with him, but they were in a war, he had to be well rested to kill the Germans. Bucky smirked and kissed her goodnight. When he left her lips, he wanted more, he was like a starved man. ‘’Goodnight Major’’ ‘’Goodnight darling’’ and he left her office. She couldn’t wait for him to come back tomorrow.

Part 4⬇️

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faceless // P3: yes sir. negative ~ charles leclerc x reader

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!driver!reader

includes/authors notes: language, lack of equal rights/ gender equality, readers an unknown figure in the races, fem!reader's gender assumed as male, use of "y/n". So sorry this took so long, I've had some mega writters block and no motivation really. But I hope it's still good and thank you so much for all the kind feedback, it means a lot! <3

Bold Italics are the past.

Normal Italics are thoughts.

summary: "There is a new mysterious driver on the grid. Nobody knows who he is, the only thing we know is that he races for Red Bull with the number 66. Other drivers call him the faceless driver for none have ever seen his face or heard him speak. The faceless driver is a legend in the making and even giving Lewis Hamilton and Max Verstappen a run for their money…”

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"No fucking way mate," Lando choked out his words, "Holy fuck-"

Lando's face had never looked so shocked, he scratched the inner corner of his left eye as if he thought he was seeing something. And when his eyes focused back on you, you could see his mind filling with questions. His eyes flickered from the helmet sitting on the ground to the tears brimming in your eyes.

"Oh my god," you sobbed into your hands as your mind began to race.

Should you run away?

'Oh, sorry Lando, no you must have seen my celebrity doppelganger in the suit earlier. It wasn't me-"

"No wait, don't cry-" he protested, rushing over and crouching down next to you on the ground, "You're my idol, I'm like obsessed with your driving, you're frickin' amazing-"

"Oh, shut up Lando!" you snapped, instantly feeling bad for yelling in his face. He was silent for a moment, not taken aback by your outburst though. "Sorry," you whispered.

You looked up to see him scanning your face intently. "You haven't told Charles yet," he said matter-of-factly like he could read your life all of a sudden.

You shook your head.

"Who else knows?"

"Just you and Christian-"

"Heh, I'm so special,"

"Lando stop!" you cried quietly, feeling more tears forming. "You weren't supposed to find out and I'm so going to get fired for this-"

"Why would you be fired?" he asked, "You're the driver keeping Red Bull afloat right now while Max is shittin' the bed,"

"Because. It's part of my contract that no one knows who I am,"

"Who came up with that shit?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, "What shit?"

"Your contract rules," he said.

"We both did. I didn't want to be in the media, I've never liked it. And Christian just agreed I guess-"

"But you and Charles were just in a video together, you've been doing media anyway," He chuckled dryly.

True.

"And you and Charles love each other, I can see it in your eyes, I don't think the media content is going to stop anytime soon. Frankly, they will ask you to do more now that you've already agreed once."

Also true.

"I understand that privacy is important to you but..."

"Yeah, I know, I know... you're right," you said, wiping tears away from under your eyes, thinking back to the tweets you had just read, "After the video went out I was expecting so much worse but nothing happened, I might need to take a chill pill."

"Maybe..." he said slowly. "And why should-"

"-I care what people on the internet think of me?" you stole the words right out of Lando's mouth, a smile growing on his face. "Charles tells me that every time I don't help with his Twitch streams,"

"Right, you're thinking like a media-trained F1 driver already!" he grinned. "Except, I don't think you're getting enough credit for your racing because you keep that helmet on all the damn time. Just one guy's opinion though,"

You hummed in response, getting lost in your own mind again.

"I won't tell a soul, I promise," He crossed his hand over his heart, "Scouts honor,"

For some reason, you felt you could trust Lando. You gave him a small smile and let your shoulders relax, taking deep breaths to calm your nerves. He stood up and offered you his hand, you took it gladly and rose to your feet. "I think you should talk to Christian about it,"

"I will, thanks Lan,"

"No problem," he winked, slowly stepping away, "And for what it's worth I truly meant what I said before. You're amazing, don't let them push you around or tell you otherwise. You gotta pave the way for all the little girls out there."

That shook you to your core.

You had never thought about your career that way and it bothered you how oblivious you had been.

How could you not realize the impact you could be making for the girls who dream of racing just like you had? Who cared what some old guy on the internet thought about women in motorsport, he needed to grow up. And you needed to make a difference. It was all sliding into place.

Also, since when had Lando been that well-spoken in his life?

After a quick 'See you on track,' you and Lando parted ways towards your respected garages. Pulling your helmet over your face, you stepped out of the alleyway and marched towards the blue and red signs of the Red Bull garage.

Christian gave you a look through your visor as you walked up to the car, you just nodded, he hated it when you were late. You climbed into the car and tried to shake the nerves out of your body, you could see a camera in your peripherals, panning the garage and landing on you.

Pave the way Y/n.

This newfound purpose gave you anxiety but at the same time a different kind of drive to your craft. You could feel the car hum beneath you, grateful for the all-clear from the team, you exited the garage to start warming up your tires.

"Radio check, you ready for this?"

"Yep. Copy."

Shit, that sounded forced didn't it? Why were you acting so weird? Be yourself Y/n.

"Ah, not going to humor me today? That's too bad mate," Rick chuckled.

"Don't know why but it smells like barbeque in the car,"

"You've got a problem, change your fucking carrrr,"

"No, you change your car because Checo has been saying the car is fucked-"

This had Ricky howling with laughter over the mic.

"Okay, that's enough lads." Christian stepped in, pulling the plug on you and Rick mocking him.

"Fun police..." Ricky sighed.

"I'm not a fun police, do your job Richard."

"You are a fun police, I have it on record. I hAvE it, I hAve iT pRiNteD oUt!"

"66."

"Sorry." you replied, giggling to yourself and waving back at Lando as you passed.

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"Damn it!" Charles cursed stomping towards the Ferrari garage. He had just spun out two races in a row and had to, unfortunately, retire from the race.

Walking into the garage he could feel all eyes on him as he stuffed his gloves and balaclava into his helmet angrily. A few engineers and his trainer gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder as he walked past, but no one dared to interact with Charles while he was this livid.

He needed y/n.

She was who he always needed after a bad race, he walked to his driver's room remembering the spin-out from his previous race hoping that y/n would actually be there this time.

"Where's y/n?"

"I don't know mate, sorry. She disappeared a while ago," an engineer named Fred shrugged.

But of course, as he opened the door she was nowhere to be found once again. Thoughts ran through his mind a hundred miles per minute

Had she always left after he got into the car and never actually watched him race?

Is he not as important to her as she made it seem?

Was she just in this for the money like a few of the girls he had been with before?

No, y/n isn't like that. He told himself, but still, he felt that pang of uncertainty in his chest. It would certainly be the reason why whenever he asked for her opinion on his performance it was almost as if she didn't remember what happened, she would just nod, smile, and agree with whatever he said.

Charles sat down on the couch and shut the door to his room. The TV had the race on and he watched the 19 remaining cars complete lap after lap.

He couldn't watch this anymore...

"Ohh! That was a nasty hit from Verstappen from behind- SOMEONE HAS SPUN INTO THE WALL AND IT LOOKS TO BE THE OTHER RED BULL!"

"Oh my, it is! I can tell you right now Crofty, Christian Horner is not going to be pleased about that,"

"The race has just been red-flagged and we are currently awaiting more news on the second Red Bull driver. Here's a replay, there's Max Verstappen in third and his teammate ahead of him in second."

"And Verstappen was told to hold position because both drivers were in the podium places, Max is slightly slower than his teammate with very worn tires, but he pushes them anyway and tries to go for the very forced overtake. And there it is! Now why does he swerve into his teammate?!? This is mind-boggling to me-"

Charles looked up from his phone and back to the television. A bright 66 is painted on the Red Bull that is in pieces on the edge of the track. And as the camera zooms into the smoking race car, the eerie silence in Charles's driver's room makes his chest tighten slightly.

"Oh dear, it seems we have no verbal conformation from the driver so as you can see the medical car has made it's way to the scene."

Charles watches the unconscious driver slowly get pulled from the car and layed on a stretcher right there on the side of the track. They lift the visor of his helmet and shine a light across the driver's face as their eyes flutter awake. Beautiful eyes that Charles had engraved in his brain from the moment he met her.

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mrswolffs-blog · 8 months

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FUN DAY: Lewis Hamilton x Black!Reader

Today is this first day that Y/n would be accompanying Lewis to a race. Y/n and Lewis have been dating for the past three years yet kept it a secret until recently due to how hawking the media could be, knowing that Lewis is a legendary F1 driver and Y/n is known for being a billionaire fashion designer who built herself from the bottom with no help and that caused people to admire and look up to her. the news caused the entire world to irrupt in excitement as they all knew that Lewis is a fashion icon, and that being mixed with Y/n's talent would be a showstopper.

Y/n was schedule to arrive at the paddock any moment now and the other drivers were very edgy because of this. they were in and out of the bathrooms, fixing themselves to look presentable enough to appease her. they went around looking to see if their garages were presentable enough having the mechanics and engineers move anything they thought wouldn't be appealing to her eyes, sighing as they finally finished.

A few minutes later, Lewis' car pulled up into the paddock making everyone stop in their tracks waiting to see their "Paddock Queen" arrive. Lewis got out waving at the crowd that cheered for him some asking for the queen while he just laughed and walked over to the other side of the car opening the door and extending his hand for Y/n to take. As soon as she stepped out of the car, people started screaming as cameras started clicking rapidly as if it were a red carpet. Lewis got the bag from the trunk and came around, giving it to Angela before taking her hand as they walked inside.

The first drivers that they saw on the way in were Carlos, Charles and Pierre as they were all just staring in awe looking like three lovesick puppies that wanted to be petted. "Salut!" Y/n said excitedly but turned confused as they were speaking very fast at the same time. "You guys are confusing my girlfriend you idiots, one at a time." Lewis laughed at them which made it worse as them stuttered while trying to speak. "We just wanted to say that we are very big fans of your work. Carlos here owns literally every piece you've created" Charles rambled but was stopped by Pierre slapping him across the back of his head. "Sorry about them, please come with me" Fernando offered as he took her gently by the wrist, walking off with the others, leaving Lewis standing alone. "They stole my girlfriend" Lewis laughed as he watched the grid crowd her out of excitement.

Throughout the day, Y/n found herself being carried from one garage to the next as from one driver to another, excitedly explain somethings and showed her around, getting familiar with the scene. the race was about to start and may God help those working around the drivers as they shouted in arguments of from whose garage should y/n watch the race; however, let's not forget that Lewis' garage was not an option since in Charles' words "Lewis has Y/n more than anyone here so he shouldn't be a choice since he'll see her after work" the Monegasque driver pouted making the other drivers agree. in the end she ended up watching from the Williams racing garage as she wanted to support Alex Albon who almost started to cry at the confession that Y/n liked his driving.

The race was finally over, and Lewis had finished all his post-race duties and was ready to go home, when he was informed that his girlfriend was once again missing from the Mercedes garage. Walking around, he came to a stop as he noticed that the other drivers were entertaining his girl by hosting a karaoke in the centre of the paddock. he motioned to the crowd to keep silent as he wrapped his arms around her, covering her mouth as his other hand lifted her from the chair while he ran away towards the car.

The guys went into panic mode when they came to realize that Y/n wasn't sitting anymore and starting texting everyone they knew asking if they had spotted the pretty, short, dark-skinned woman; only for Lewis to make a tweet 3 minutes later.

lewishamilton: She's unavailable at the moments. Thank you for your cooperation in allowing me to steal her back👍

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lovesickry · 7 months

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- let the light in.

┈⋆⭒ lando norris x rival femdriver!reader [2.9k] ┈⋆⭒ part 2 !

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race day race day race day race day.

the only string of coherent things running through your mind as you reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed, into reality. the morning was a mess of meetings and media that seemed to go on forever. before you finally got ready to get in the car. it was ritualistic now, fireproofs slipping over your head, the sound of mechanics talking and radio checks. the smell.

everything about it screamed perfected discipline. this why you loved what you did.

the routine of it all, no matter the weekend before, you could always come back to this and it would be the same. that’s what you loved.

media was for the most part uneventful, only being stopped to ask if i thought i’d snag a podium, you responded with a “why not”, for good measure, because truly why not? there were a few whispers about Miami but nothing too loud and you went about your “preparations”, you wanted the podium too, more than last time. you needed it, needed to proof it wasn’t just once, and you were ready to fight tooth and nail, you had accepted that yes you weren’t getting first, no fucking way we’re you getting past max but you could hope for a second or third.

“radio check”

“yup. lovely, perfect sounding wonderful this afternoon”

“haha yeah alright dylan thanks, good luck”

“let’s do it”

the final words before the lights turn on and then off, hitting the throttle as soon as that light goes. the start is a blur it always is, but you manage to get up a place on carlos at the start going around the first corner. you hold the position for the starting laps, mainly fighting with charles, who appears to be struggling with a tires a bit.

“leclerc is swerving all over the place”

“yeah copy we know”

carlos is getting closer and there’s nowhere for you to go, he overtakes on the outside of turn 11 and you’re disappointed but you saw it coming, you’d started on the mediums and you hadn’t warmed them up yet completely, you’d get him back. going into the straight you see charles slowly pull his car off to the side and go into the grass, coming to a complete stop.

“is charles out?”

“yes he’s pulled out, issue with the suspension”

well there you go, gained a place anyway, carlos goes into the pits soon after and you’re looking once again at the back of max’s car. toto comes on to tell you that it’s mainly a fight between you and lewis because ferrari fucked their pit stop and carlos is way back on the pack, cool great, just battle a 7 time world champion, all good.

“thanks” you say. you could handle lewis. by handle you meant defend as best you could until he eventually overtook you, but hey, ferrari was basically off the podium and max hadn’t pitted just yet.

“gap to hamilton 1.2”

“and behind lewis”

“gap to norris 2.7”

you don’t know how the fuck he’d managed to pull his shitty McLaren into P4 but you’d be fucking damned if he stole another set of points from you. going into lap 41, you started to lose grip a fair bit.

“who’s hasn’t pit?”

“lewis, verstappen, norris, perez and ocon”

“can i box”

“confirm box for hards”

“confirm box”

if you couldn’t beat them, you could beat them later, undercut was a favourite of yours and hoping you’d come out just behind perez who was currently holding P5, they’d all have to put eventually, putting you in the assured lead. everyone had started on hards and were pitting for medium compound, so you’d make to make up time if you wanted to get out in front on the hards. you come out P6 and focus heavily on warming the tires, liking anything more than the feeling of fresh hard tires. after about five laps of holding position the tires started to heat and people began to lose grip and pit, turning out of the chicane you saw perez go into the wall, now it was you, behind lando, behind lewis, behind max. there wasn’t much of a chance for intense overtaking in the circuit, but lando pitted that lap and you were p4, by lap 59, everyone had pitted and you were leading the race, just as you had predicted, though max and lando were as your engineer reminded you, heavy behind.

“verstappen has DRS”

fuck, there was seriously nothing you could do, four laps to go and you know max has already won.

“give him the position”

so you do, max passes you and now it’s just you ahead of lando ahead of lewis. you can hold this, you think, whether it’s your pride or sheer adrenaline, you push harder. the second last lap you think that he’ll try and overtake but he’s too busy defending lewis he doesn’t. you cross the line ahead of your teammate and ahead of lando.

“that’s P2 dylan”

“YES YES YES FUCK THANK YOU”

“you deserved it, spectacular drive mate”

your beaming as you drive into parc femme and pull yourself out of the car, max walks over to congratulate you and you pull him into a swift hug, max wasnt the villian that the media made him out to be and he was a good friend to you, he pulls away and slaps you on the back.

“bout time”

you laugh and see lando walking up to you both, giving max a hug and swiftly walking past you, god you hope nobody saw that. you hug all the team members at mercedes and then see lewis, he pulls you into a big hug before pulling away gesturing there’s someone to see you, your brother is standing away from the crowd waiting for you. you run into his arms and he’s chanting in your ear. you break apart and he can’t see through your visor but there’s tears in your eyes.

“mum and dad can go suck a bag of dicks that they didn’t come”

you laugh and clutch your stomach, he was telling the truth, your parents were exactly “proud” of your career, shocking i know but nevertheless. you were just happy you had max to be honest, he was the one who took you to all your karting competitions, the one who signed all the papers, accompanied you to all the races. you wouldn’t be here without him. you pull him into one last hug before speeding off to the briefing room.

“see you on the podium” he shouts, you don’t know why but you smile even wider.

you take off your helmet and max and lando are already sitting down discussing the race. the highlights were playing on the TV and lando and max “oohed” and “ahhed” at everything. max was ushered out by his PR officer before you and lando were, which resulted in an awkward 10 second silence that you were happy to continue but lando was not.

“didn’t know you were so affectionate” he turns to you, leaning over his chair.

“what?” you laugh.

“your little friend after the race”

oh this is fucking rich.

you throw your head back and actually you think you nearly die from laughter.

“you mean my brother” you say, quite matter of factly.

“you watch everything i do norris?”

he doesn’t responds

“what are you jealous?” you say sarcastically.

there’s a fucking cat in the room with A STEEL GRIP on his tongue. he’s not saying anything.

“you fucking wish” he finally says

“oh do i?”

he’s about to concoct a response when you see your PR officer walk in, your sign to leave, you throw him the finger behind your back as you leave and you don’t turn to see whether he does it back, being taken out on to stage.

the adrenaline hasn’t stopped and standing on that step looking out at everyone: You had forgotten everything that had ever hurt you or made you angry because you were fucking standing here and that was it. lando comes out and you ignore the initial glare he gives you, facing forward, hands behind your back as the dutch anthem plays. you are handed your trophy and try not to sag when heavier than you expected, launching it into the air best you can as you hear the deafening cheers from the mercedes team, you even spot your brother amongst them pointing at you and recording you smile back. then comes the fun bit, max pops his champagne first and comes over to you, obligingly you swallow and let max drench you in the champagne before popping your own and doing the same to him. lando seems to be annoyed he’s missing out and pours his down the back of max’s neck before spraying it all over your face, you’d be angry if you weren’t so fucking happy but to be honest right now, you didn’t care. y tipping the whole thing over his head, repaying the favour you try and ignore the feeling you get seeing the liquid drip down parts of his face gathering at his nose, you're sure its the adrenaline. after each of your champagne is drained and you're all relatively soaking from it, they gather you in the middle for photos. max is in the middle and you use the opportunity as payback for landos stunt on Thursday, reaching your back hand over to his neck and just firmly pulling and holding at the ends of his hair there. his face twitches slightly but he doesn't show much. the only sign its affecting him is his jaw clenching. you know its childish and frankly immature but you just wanted him to feel how stupid he made you feel. something harmless, but annoying.

he leans behind max, "like my hair that much"

you don't respond, simply withdrawing your hand and letting it drop to your side as you're escorted off stage. media is achingly painful, saying the same five sentences to every. single. interviewer. thanking the team, praising the car, the strategy, the engineer, everything going in the favour, sorry to Charles and Carlos etc;

its just coincidence that you manage to hear a bit of Lando's interview, "yeah I think at the end there I could've overtaken, but yeah I mean, I was focusing on defending more-so than attacking, but if it had been different I think I could've overtaken Dylan."

oh could he now? you walk behind him, making it clear that you've just heard what he said, walking through the paddock you come into contact with Danny, he hadn't scored any points but he was happy to see you congratulating you on points and giving you a hug before excusing himself due to his exhaustion. his eyes looked red and you'd wondered if he was as hard on himself as you thought. media had finished for the day, but there was still a spiel of meetings to attend.

after about the fifth meeting, regarding god knows what, you approach lewis posing the question on whether hes going out tonight, Spain was one of the GP's, amongst Monaco where there was a big "event" afterwards, event meaning everyone got blind drunk and delete their instagram stories the next morning. lewis said he was and you asked him if he wanted a lift, which he accepted gladly. you drove to the hotel and then got ready before leaving around 9 to hopefully get some pre-drinking in before some less then desirables arrived.

the bartender quickly became your friend as lewis ran away to some extremely famous people who you knew you were not in the circle to interact with, or the mindset. when Charles arrives you're on you third drink and hes followed in tow by Pierre and Carlos and Lando. you ignore greeting Lando and approach Charles and Carlos directly, glad there was finally someone to talk to who wasn't paid to. Charles who had missed you at the paddock congratulates you on your podium and leads you and the others to a booth area where he orders everyone rounds. your sat between him and lando, though you don't pay him much attention seeing that his leg is as far away from yours as he can get it without literally facing the other way. you nearly laugh, the way his behaviour changed so rapidly. after a while of what you thought was enough socialising you gesture to pierre (who always carrie’s cigarettes with him) to go outside and smoke, easing two fingers two your lips, doing a gesture as if your smoking. he laughs and nods and you go outside. you don’t know why drinking was always accompanied by smoking with you, it was just something that happened. you knew it was bad but it never became a problem on your real life, just in moments like these. you and pierre stand in the warm air outside, making casual conversation before he goes back inside, you go to follow him but figure one more can't hurt, wanting the time to yourself. time to yourself cut short however when you see lando saunter his way over to you. Jesus Christ.

"why are you obsessed with me?"

"didn't take you as a smoker tait." ignoring your previous statement,

you squint your eyes at him, its meant to be a dig but you don't think it hit as much as he wanted it to.

"want me to pull your hair again?" you tilt your head, breathing out.

"nah you enjoyed it too much"

that makes you laugh, small laugh under your breath, because yeah you did enjoy it, the way it made him squirm. that was enjoyable.

"yeah I did actually"

"fucking knew you wanted me"

you step toward him.

"yeah, want you to fuck off." its cruel, you know it secretly but he's as cruel as you were and it was about time you got some dignity back.

"hmmm" he nods, his face is closer to yours than you'd expected.

"yeah okay norris" you put his hands on his chest, pushing him away slightly to try and ease the tension that seems to be surrounding you, because this is very much not fucking happening. you turn to move back inside, safety in numbers and all.

"why are you running away then?" he says, watching you go.

inside is warmer than outside and claustrophobic, suddenly everyone is dancing and its a mess of bodies, you look for a familiar face and spot lily and Alex and figure that's a safe bet. you stand with them for a while, drink in hand, music so loud your legs feel like they're shaking. adrenaline still heavy in your blood from the podium hours earlier. you're reasonably tipsy when you make you way back to the hotel, figuring you'll safe yourself the headache tomorrow but enjoy tonight. pierre and kika came back with you but they were going somewhere else after stopping at the hotel. you get one more drink in the lobby before making your way to the elevator to go back to your room. you hit the button for your floor and settle into the left corner of the elevator, swaying from the alcohol, pulling your dress down as it had ridden up on the bar stool. it stops and you its not your level, someone else was getting it. dammit, look sober, you reset your posture, standing up straight, shoulders square and pull out your phone, pretend to be busy. you spot the shoes and you know who it is before you look up, HOW?

you'd managed to avoid him the whole time in the club after the outside interaction but now just as you thought you were safe, christ. in an enclosed space too, a fucking elevator, you were seriously unlucky. you bring your head up, eyes slightly droopy as he laughs at the state you're in, going to press the button but realising you already had. he stands next to you, spreading his arms out so his hands grazes yours and its weird the feeling that springs up at the brief touch. it feels like forever when the elevator doors finally ding and you both exit the doors, achingly walking the same fucking way.

he stops at his door and you don't know why you stop too.

"wanna come in and tell me how much you want me to fuck off?" he says it with a grin that makes you hate him and you don't know why in that exact moment you don't. you swallow, hard. fuck where did all the anger go, his hands plant themselves on your waist and you don't remember ever being angry, but no. what he said think about what he said. fucking hell, his hands are skimming your dress, focusing on the dip of your waist and then tracing your collarbone, up your neck. you could feel him everywhere, you wanted it. no you hated him.

your eyes are closed as you turn around and walk down the hallway towards your own room.

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ln444 · 6 months

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1D songs as f1 drivers prompts

included: lando norris, oscar piastri, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lewis hamilton, george russell, max verstappen.

cw: slight angst.

note: i spent days making this omg 😭 i'm so glad it's finally out bc i'm a huge fan of one direction's songs (had my directioner era lol) i really hope you guys enjoy it ! also i was thinking about making it a serie, let me know if you're interested by any of the prompts !

click on the title to play the song!

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lando norris ☆ stole my heart (bestfriends in love)

“under the lights tonight, you turned around and you stole my heart with just one look, when i saw your face, i fell in love„

lando really tried. he attempted to bury his feelings as deeply as he could, but you make it so difficult. the way you're the only one who laughs at his silly jokes, the way you try not to miss any of his races (and send him a good luck text when you can't be there), the way you randomly smile down at him – he could talk about everything you do for hours because he loves and knows every single details about you. sometimes he hates how you make him feel because he just wants to say, 'fuck it,' and kiss you for hours and hours. he can't even count the number of times he's thought about kissing you or the countless times the three words almost slipped out of his mouth out of nowhere. but the thought of losing you forever hold him back everytime, he can't even imagine his life without you. he doesn't know how, but lando has fallen for you, really, really hard and it just keeps going, he just can't get enough of you.

oscar piastri ☆ 18 (teenage love)

“i have loved you since we were 18, long before we both thought the same thing, to be loved and to be in love„

oscar initially watched you from a distance, even memorizing your schedule to see you as often as possible. he'd daydream about finding excuses to start conversations with you, sometimes getting so lost in thought during class that he'd lose track of the lesson. then, one day, he finally gathered the courage to talk to you, pretending to need notes from a shared class. since that day, you began exchanging daily messages, making oscar dumbly smiling. you started having study sessions, eating lunch together, sitting together in your shared classes and he'd even wait to walk you home. and just like that, oscar start falling for you. he found himself daydreaming about you more often, imagining how it would feel to hold your hand and how your lips would feel on his. those thoughts would fluster him, but deep down, he hoped they might come true.

charles leclerc ☆ summer love

“you were my summer love, you'll always will be my summer love„

midnight swims, picnics, sneaking out to watch the stars, late-night talks, sharing earphones while lying on the beach, biking, taking pictures of each other with your old camera, whispering sweet words to each other when no one's watching. that's what makes summer your favorite season, because you get to be with charles. but why does being in love with charles have to be so complicated? why do you have to part ways when the summer ends? most importantly, what makes you hold onto this love, so complicated? maybe the fact that charles always promises to be there next summer and keep this promise — or the fact that you're madly in love with this boy—. the craziest part of all of this is how your love for each other never fades, to the point where charles promises to marry you and get a beach house where you can spend all your summers together when you grow up. charles always keeps his promises.

carlos sainz ☆ change your ticket (long distance)

“you should probably stay, probably stay a couple more days, come on let me change your ticket home, don't go, it's not the same when you go„

you never imagined that having an f1 driver as your boyfriend would be so challenging and that you'd have to spend half the year far from him. at first, it wasn't a big problem, and you got used to it quickly. but at times, it really tugged at your heart. carlos always makes sure to call you when he is free and send you texts at random times of the day to ask how's your day going and tell you how much he misses you, but it's not the same. carlos had asked you more than to join the venture, assuring you that his income would be more than enough for both of you. you thought about it—a lot—but the idea of making such significant changes held you back. now, when you think about it, you realize that losing carlos over a simple matter of distance would be a mistake, especially when there's a solution within reach. perhaps traveling the world with your f1 driver boyfriend isn't such a bad idea after all.

lewis hamilton ☆ heart attack (bestfriend's sister)

“got your voice in my head, sayin' «let's just be friends» [...] never thought it'd hurt so bad, getting over you„

lewis doesn't even know how he fell in love with you. perhaps it was the way your smile warms his heart or how you effortlessly make the most boring conversation so captivating. it seems so absurd that, out of all of the people, he fell for his bestfriend's sister. lewis never imagined that it will be this hard to fight his love for you and act like his mind is not filled with thoughts of you 24/7. how could he possibly get over you when just being in the same room as you drives him crazy? he thought about telling your brother, he really did but the thought of losing his long time friend and you along the way held him back. so he decided to bury his feelings deep in his heart and keep his thoughts in the back of his head. yet, with every echo of your laughter from the next room or just the sight of you, his heart would go crazy.

george russell ☆ loved you first

“i've been waiting all this time to finally say it but now i see your heart's been taken, and nothing could be worse, baby i loved you first„

george can't help but think about the stupid mistake he made a few months ago— not confessing his love for you. he had so many chances to do it, to tell you that he fell hard for you and he can't stop thinking about you. but the day he finally decided to do it, he didn't expect to find you arm in arm with another guy, totally breaking his heart. he just couldn't take it anymore, seeing you with him every day and acting like it was fine, as if the looks and smiles you gave him didn't warm his heart and make him want to take your hand and run as far as he could. because george, he's deeply in love, and it's getting deeper every single day. it's so unfair— he was there first, he loved you first. the worst part is that you know how george feels, and you might even feel the same way. george loved you first, and he's going to make sure that you know that.

max verstappen ☆ still the one (ex lovers)

“you're all i think about baby, i was so stupid for letting you go, you still the one„

max tried to date other girls, multiple times. however, it never felt the same. how is he supposed to move on when he's consumed by thoughts of you 24/7? he can't even engage in meaningful conversations with his dates because his mind always drifts back to you. he spends countless nights trying to erase you from his thoughts, to convince himself that it's truly over. yet, deep down, a flicker of hope for your love still lingers. max thought about the endless nights he's spent replaying your conversations and wondering what went wrong. he's haunted by the way your smile lit up his world and the warmth of your hand in his. even though he's tried to move forward, the heartache is still here, reminding him that sometimes, love refuses to fade.

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strangemagicc · 5 months

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WADWSH | Chapter Four - Rivalry

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pairings: 2000s!actor!Steve x fem!Reader, 2000s!bestfriend!Eddie x fem!Reader, love triangle, (based loosely on the movie Win a Date with Tad Hamilton)

summary: things get a little heated as Eddie grapples with his feelings for you and his dislike for Steve

author's note: It was soo not intended for this to take as long as it did to come out 😩 from loss of motivation to jet lag and illness, I have been going through it but I’m feeling better! And so excited for you to read this chapter. As you read it remember that the next chapter will have a poll to decide who wins reader’s heart 🩵🩷

warnings: angst, pining, a wee bit of smut (they keep it in their pants, sorry guys!) 🫣

w/c: 9k

Rain hit the canvas convertible top in soft pats creating a tempo for your low whines. The windows were steamed with your exhales, fogged with every deep sigh. Steve’s fingers dug into the flesh of your hip, fingertips inching under the thin fabric of your shirt. If he moved an inch he’d be touching bare flesh, and you wanted him to move up up up. His lips were molten against yours, pink pout finding passage on your mouth and paying special attention to the plumpness of your lower lip. His tongue would tease you, wet and flat against your own. And you’d tease him back, teeth grazing against his lower lip, pulling it in between the two of yours with a soft suck.

A game of back and forth, his sweet groans and your soft moans filling the empty air around you. You felt like a teenager in the backseat of his car parked at the edge of Lover’s Lake and away from prying eyes. The only witnesses were the stars in the sky, the crescent moon that offered a soft illumination painting Steve in a white glow.

You climbed onto his lap, angst filling you with a hum as you hiked your skirt up on either side and settled onto him. His arousal pressed into you, the hard length straining against the fabric of his jeans and he reached out automatically, hands latching onto your hips. Fingers pressing into the fat of your ass. It felt involuntary the way you circled your hips against him and his grip tightened, eyes trained on you. Jaw slack as he watched you. Worshipped you. You took one of his hands, hips still making small circles, and dragged it up your torso until he was cupping your breast. Palm warm through your small white tank top. He nudged his nose against yours, a small smirk on his face from the way your breath hitched when he squeezed a nipple between his two fingers. His breath was warm against your lips as he hovered over your pout, a little teasing. He rubbed soft lines along your jaw with his free hand, tongue darting against your plush lip. Taking his time to savor the taste of you. Your mouth fell open in a sigh and he caught your upper lip, sucking delicately before letting it spring free. Steve stole your breath with a hungry kiss and he swallowed the small whine that escaped you. Your tongues met lazily, kiss deep and needy. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your sides as you continued to grind against him, hips moving more desperately. Chasing the way his bulge felt against your sensitive clit through the cotton of your panties. You got lost in the rhythm that the two of you created, hips swirling. Steve raised his hips to meet yours, grip tight wherever he touched. You were close to coming undone, head tilted back and eyes shut. His name a mantra on your lips.

“Oh, Steve,” you whined, desperate to fall apart.

“Look at me baby,” you opened your eyes and searched his face, loving the way his mouth hung open and low grunts escaped from between his lips. You were so close, apex coming into view and you bit into your lower lip. It felt like your world was growing brighter, the moon no longer a dim glow but shining vivid white. Steve grew stiff beneath you, large hands stilling and he turned his head.

“Shit,” he muttered and pushed you down onto the leather seat. Headlights illuminated the interior, bright white shining directly into the untinted glass, and the two of you giggled where you lay. You covered your face, hot with embarrassment now that you weren’t lost in the bliss of your impending orgasm. Steve hadn’t noticed yet, head tilted up as the lights dimmed and then disappeared completely. He looked down at you, a crooked smile taking over his features as he took you in. Hands still covering your face, head shaking while you tried to rid the embarrassment that clung to you. He leaned onto one elbow to hold his weight and grabbed your wrist gently with his freehand but you didn’t budge. He chuckled at your stubbornness, the way your hands were practically glued to your face.

“Look at me, sweet girl,” he encouraged, voice like velvet as he coaxed you from your hiding place. The nickname still gave you butterflies, an explosion of wings, just like it had the first time he said it on your third date a week ago. He smiled down at you, the warmth of his body radiating into you. His grin wide and amused.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized and shut your eyes sharply. He rubbed a thumb against your temple, small circles into your hairline.

“Why are you apologizing?” His voice was laced with amusement and you shrugged at his question.

“I’m just so embarrassed, I practically mauled you in the backseat of your car,” his laugh grew deeper at your description.

“I wasn’t complaining, was I?” He teased, fingers inching down your side until they hovered over a sensitive spot he’d recently discovered. You tensed under the movement, hands pushing into his chest at the same time his fingers began their assault on your side. Your laugh filled the air as you kicked your legs and moved from side to side in a futile attempt to stop the attack. He slowed his fingers, hands resting on your waist, and leaned closer.

“Don’t be sorry,” he assured and pecked your lips softly.

“But just know there’s no rush, let’s just take it slow,” and you nodded in agreement, swallowing hard against the lump that had formed in your throat. Your dating history was short but you didn’t need any hands to count how many of them had treated you well or least of all been considerate of how you felt. You cupped his chin, thumb resting on his cheek and rubbed it affectionately. Steve turned his face and kissed your wrist. Lips touching where your pulse thrummed.

“Should I get you home?” You pouted slightly, cursing the early morning Eddie had scheduled you for which he had never done before. He knew you were far from a morning person. You nodded reluctantly at Steve and lifted onto your elbows as he pushed away from you, eyes wandering down his torso unashamed. He smiled at you, ducking down for a quick kiss before hopping into the front seat and helping you back into the passenger side.

Since Steve had arrived into town you’d spent nearly all your time with him, late nights at the diner or some out-of-town bar. Kisses in his backseat, outside of your house. Conversations that ranged from ‘would you rather’ to those more intimate. He told you everything, things you wouldn’t have found out in the tabloids or watching E! News. Steve grew up wealthy, that you knew. It wasn’t a secret that his old house was one of the biggest ones in your small town. What you couldn’t imagine, what he shared, was that he spent most of his time alone, birthdays and holidays. Adolescent years spent looking for a distraction and finding it in a script. Steve had told you that he knew that he wanted to be someone important, someone his parents wanted to spend time with. So he pursued acting, moving to Hollywood when he was just fifteen. His parents had only agreed because Los Angeles offered more than Hawkins could in terms of clients and future revenue. Except even as his star grew his parents still seldom came around. He’d tried to act like it didn’t bother him but you could tell that it did. It was in the weak smile he gave and the small shrug of his shoulder. Steve unraveled, baring it all until there was hardly anything you didn’t know about him. And even though you were scared to admit it you knew that were falling in love with him because of it.

A rerun of The Office played in the background, Michael’s tangent about prison and death eaters a low hum. Eddie chuckled halfheartedly, mind elsewhere. He was at war with himself, trying to overcome the anxiety that seemed to bloom whenever he had built up the courage to tell you the truth. It was better to know than to wonder. At least that’s what he tried telling himself but his inner voice was wavering, unconvincing in its conviction. Headlights flooded through the sheer curtains above his TV, ones he got used to seeing late at night. The sound of footsteps, your excited giggle. It made his stomach twist, bile buildup in his throat when he imagined it and he knew he had no right to be jealous. He knew that he should be happy that you were happy but the little green monster sat on his shoulder loud and demanding to be heard.

The loud shrill of his landline cut through his thoughts and he grumbled as he placed his beer on the makeshift coffee table that sat in the middle of his small living room.

“Hello?” He didn’t try to hide his annoyance.

“Can I speak with Eddie Munson?” The man had a gruff voice, throat scratchy as though he had a cold or had smoked since he’d left the womb.

“Depends on who’s asking.”

“I’m Tom Collins, a talent scout for REM records-“

“Look I’ve heard this same spiel and scam, I’m not interested.” Eddie hung up the phone, the slam of the receiver loud in the otherwise quiet trailer. He turned back to grab his beer when the phone rang again. Eddie groaned loudly, head thrown back and he looked at the ceiling as the phone continued to ring. He turned his head and looked at the receiver debating whether to answer. Knowing who it was.

“Yeah?” He held the device impatiently, wanting the guy to cut to the chase.

“I was going to say I’ve heard your demo tape, Ten, and we’re very interested in possibly signing a deal.” There were only a handful of record labels Eddie had sent Corroded Coffin’s demo to, only a handful who would know the name of the tape he sent.

“Who is ‘we’?” He questioned, still skeptical.

“Donovan Rochester and REM Records. I’m sure you’re familiar with Mr. Rochester.” Eddie was very familiar. Donovan was one of the most sought-after managers in the business and only represented the best of the best. Realization dawned on Eddie, his palms suddenly sweaty as he fumbled around letters and past due notices looking for a pen to write down Tom’s information.

“I’ve heard of him before, yeah,” he played casual. Cool. Tom chuckled at Eddie’s faux-blase attitude.

“Well, he wants to meet you and the band, can you guys be in LA by next weekend?” Eddie dropped the pen he’d found and listened as it fumbled to the ground, eyes growing wide as his eyebrows got lost in his bangs. The scout’s words registering. Next week. Seven days and his life might be forever changed. The silence dragged on.

“Did I lose you?”

“N-no, I’m still here. We can get there.” He didn’t know how or with what money but he was adamant they would.

“Great, well I will pass you to my receptionist Candy so we can iron out the details and get you flown out.”

“Flown out?”

“Yeah, she’ll get you squared away with ticket details.” The line switched over, a syrupy sweet voice coming through the receiver that asked the names of his band members and their birthdays. All the details needed for the plane tickets that would get them to Los Angeles in front of the Donovan Rochester. Eddie felt like he was floating on air, caught in a dream, or transported to some other timeline because there was no way this was reality and the only person he wanted to celebrate was with you. He hung up the phone and turned towards the front door, bare feet slapping against aged carpet. A wide grin taking over his entire face. He reached for the handle and then he heard your melodic laugh, the hushed whispers of you and Steve. It washed over him like a tidal wave and his shoulders sagged. In what world did he get the girl?

Eddie paced the length of the front desk, nervous eyes darting to the clock as the minutes ticked away until your shift started. Five agonizing minutes. He wrung his neck, skin slick with sweat. Lanky legs carrying him back and forth, heavy boots creating a line in the carpet. Thoughts racing about what he’d say or if he’d work up the courage to say anything at all.

“You doing okay there, Eds?” Holly’s blue gaze followed him from her spot behind the desk, elbows pushed into the counter and head resting on her palms as she smacked her gum absently. He stopped and turned his head to her, amber eyes rolling at the condescension in her question.

“Just peachy,” he gave her a sardonic grin and Holly chuckled pushing herself up, hands resting on her waist.

“Would this have anything to do with a certain someone dating a particular Hollywood heartthrob?” Her eyebrow quirked as she watched the small spasm of his lips and the way his eyes darted from hers. She blew a bubble with her gum, amused giggle grinding on Eddie’s last nerve.

“They aren’t dating,” he corrected her.

“Pretty sure the several dates they’ve gone on since he’s been here constitutes dating,” she pursed her lips to smother another chuckle, partially enjoying the way Eddie was worked up and crimson was creeping up the length of his pale neck.

“Dates but not dating,” he turned to her fully, hands resting on his hips.

“Semantics,” she rolled her eyes.

“You could just ask her out, Munson. Pining doesn’t suit you,” she shrugged, blond curls bouncing against her shoulders as she did.

“We’re just friends,” he clarified but his words were less believable even to his ears.

“She would say yes, you know,” Holly offered and Eddie’s mind reeled with her words.

“W-what do you mean by that?” He stammered and began fidgeting with his nails, eyes downcast and avoiding hers.

“Just that she-“ the bell above the door rang cutting off her words, Eddie’s neck snapped as he looked behind him. You floated into Family Video, smile wide and eyes glittering. There was an air about you, an exuberant happiness that cast you in a glow that wasn’t lost on your friends.

“Uh, hello?” Holly greeted you as you rounded the desk and punched into work for the day.

“Hi gorgeous,” you turned to her as you slid onto to the counter, legs swinging absently.

“Have a good night?” She questioned and Eddie swallowed harshly looking at you. The way your cheeks darkened and you bit into your lower lip. He couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that settled into him, green and ugly when he thought of you kissing him.

“You could say that,” you shrugged nonchalantly.

“Care to share the details?” Holly looked up at you, arms folding under her bosom as she watched you attempt to hide your face. Unable to help the smile that painted your features whenever you thought of the night before. Steve’s lips red hot against your own. You touched yours absently, thinking of the electric spark that had jolted you when they met his. Saccharine. Warm.

The blonde eyed you, eyes flicking from yours to Eddie’s. His brown eyes a storm as he bit into his lip and watched you. Guilt flooded through her.

“Or not,” the other girl let out a small laugh, “gonna go shelve some of the returns.” She pointed a thumb towards the cart and the DVDs stacked atop it. You pushed off the counter and put away your belongings, placing your bag next to Holly’s before straightening out your vest. Eddie leaned into the counter, tall frame hovering over you.

“So, have fun?” He questioned and you gave him a confused look. Mouth twisted and eyebrows scrunched.

“Thought you didn’t want to hear anything about Harrington?” You mimicked his usual tone.

“I don’t but I do want to hear about your night,” he clarified and began picking at his cuticles, avoiding your gaze. A nervous habit. You placed your hand over his and shrugged.

“It was a good night,” and he looked at you with a questioning tilt of his head.

“I don’t know, he just makes me feel special? As cheesy as that sounds. I don’t have to pay for the meal or ask for a ride home. Stuff guys usually didn’t take care of,” you patted his hand and eyed him with a curious glance, unsure of his sudden curiosity.

“You never told me that,” Eddie whispered, a little angry that your expectations were so low.

“You have never been one for girl talk,” you used air quotes, pointedly recalling a time he told you and Holly he didn’t want to hear about your dates or any other girly shit.

“But a guy not treating you right is different,” he corrected.

“How?” You rolled your eyes at him.

“Because I care about you,” Eddie stated matter-of-factly, “and you deserve more than a paid meal or a ride home. Like the moon and stars or some shit.” He flicked his gaze away from yours, a small admission. Truth partially revealed. Eddie wanted to give you everything under the sun, do anything to make you smile wide and sincere. The grin you only gave when you were genuinely happy, a glow that came from within.

“And who is going to give me that?” You leaned into your elbows and peered up at him, searching for his chocolate browns until they finally met your regard.

“If you’d-“

The bell above the door rang and you popped your head over Eddie’s frame, gaze widening at the figure who hesitantly walked through the door. Steve was beginning to feel a lot like a creep, an over-eager date that had shown up unexpectedly in your town and was now at your job. His nerves showed in the way he pulled at his golden brown locks, usual smirk in a thin line as he looked at you unsure of what to say but you were giddy. Feet bouncing as you waved at him before rounding the corner.

“What are you doing here?” You laughed and pulled him into a hug. His strong arms wrapped around you, warm and comforting. Sandalwood mixed with the musk of his sweat meeting your nose.

“Uh, I kind of had some news I wanted to share and I couldn’t wait until you were off,” you nodded for him to continue. Steve reached into his back pocket and pulled out a folded stack of papers. A printed flyer with a picture of a ranch-style house and the details of the property. Your gaze flitted over the paper, heart picking up pace when the words sank in.

“You’re buying a house?” You looked back up at him, studied the lines that formed in his forehead as he worked to get the words out, and kept his gaze fixed on the flyer to avoid yours.

“I bought a farm,” and his mossy eyes met yours. Gaze soft and earnest.

“You bought a farm,” you whispered his words back to him, mind reeling with the revelation but Eddie’s voice was louder. Words mirroring yours and carrying over your voice, incredulity heavy and palpable.

Steve’s gaze flicked to him, cheeks blossoming a shade of red as he realized he had an audience to his revelation. Holly came around the corner, DVDs tumbling from the cart as she stopped abruptly in her tracks at the sight of the guest who’d entered the store. Steve Harrington standing next to a cardboard cutout of himself from his latest western blockbuster. A similar stare-down happening between him and Eddie that paralleled the one in the film sans a rolling tumbleweed or the guns in holsters. Ready hands itching to grab their weapons. The tension was the same, suffocating as the seconds ticked by and no one knew what to say. Words swirled through your brain, cascading against your skull as you tried to form a coherent thought. A sentence that would portray both your shock and building excitement. You knew the property wasn’t for you, couldn’t be. It would be far-fetched to imagine Steve bought a farm after one week and one conversation about baby animals. But part of you wanted the made-for-TV romance. To be swept off your feet, grand gestures and all. Loved the idea of being in love and with Steve. Your heart was hammering, words caught in your throat as you worked them out of your mouth.

“Oh, hi,” Holly broke through the silence. Southern twang a little stronger than usual as her small voice greeted Steve. He looked at her, hand waving slightly as he acknowledged the blonde.

“Hey Holly,” and she was surprised he remembered her name, the shock evident in her giggle as she worked to pick up the DVDs scattered along the floor.

“So a farm, huh?” Eddie wasn’t ready to drop it, questions loaded like ammunition and eyes trained on his target ready to rapid fire.

“Uh, yeah. Not too far from Lover’s Lake,” Steve nodded, shoulders squared as he prepared for the onslaught.

“Didn’t take you for a farmer.”

“Can’t say I’m much of one,” Steve laughed but it only made Eddie’s eyes narrow.

“Going to hire help?”

“Planning to learn how to manage it myself,” Steve fired back.

“All that while being a big Hollywood star?” Eddie mocked.

“Everyone deserves a little break.”

“So you’d just thought you’d slum it in Hawkins for a bit until you land the next big gig?” Eddie knew he was poking, could feel your wide eyes on him as his words landed.

“Wouldn’t say I was slumming it,” Steve countered.

“What would you call it then?” They stared at each other, arms crossed and muscles tensed. You didn’t understand Eddie’s reaction or the flare behind his eyes. Why he hated Steve so much.

“Well, Eddie used to be a farmhand believe it or not. Maybe he could give you a few pointers,” you extended the olive branch, the metalhead’s eyes cutting to you and communicating silently. What the hell?

“Wouldn’t have expected that,” Steve scoffed and rubbed his thumb against the stubble along his chin as he gave the other man a once over.

“Yeah, some of us work believe it or not.” And the brunette wasn’t finished, shoulders tense as they continued their stare down.

“Maybe we can all go over after we get off, see the property and Eddie can show you a few things,” you cut in, Steve’s jaw snapping shut and swallowing down whatever it was that he was going to say.

“Really?” Holly’s excitement cut into the tension and she moved back towards the desk, the cart of returned videos forgotten. Steve nodded at her, a tense smile taking over his features as he looked between the three of you.

“Sure, why not?” He offered the reluctant invitation and you caught his glance, a silent thank you exchanged between your gazes. It was just the two of you again, the rest of the world a bit foggy. In the distance and like it didn’t exist.

“I can’t wait to see it,” you mused, hand reaching back for his.

“Wait until you see the baby cows,” and your smile took over your entire face. The same giddiness you felt when you were a kid.

“See you after work?” You asked to make sure and he nodded, feet backing away towards the entrance.

“I’ll pick you up,” he turned his head up to your friends, “and you guys can follow if you want to meet us at her place.” He waved as he left, a small spring in his step that carried him to the BMW parked near the entrance.

“Why’d you volunteer me to help that dweeb?” Eddie asked with a sneer.

“Think of it as a favor for me, please,” you grabbed onto his shoulders and rocked him slightly. You weren’t above begging. Eddie let you sit in silent worry, seconds passing by as he pretended to contemplate helping Steve as a favor for you. You chewed on your bottom lip, worry creating a crease between your brows as the time faded. Eddie loved your small pout, the way your eyebrows pushed together when you wanted something and you knew just how to get it. How to look at him until he crumbled under your gaze.

“Fine, but you owe me,” you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down into a hug. Feet bouncing you in place.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” his arms twined around your waist. Strong and lean. The two of you stood like that for a moment, Eddie not ready to let go until the moment carried on too long and Holly cleared her throat.

Dust and dirt flew behind Steve’s maroon BMW as he drove towards the entrance of his new farm. The air was filled with the scent of wheat from the nearby fields. Sweet and earthy. Like the smell of fresh baked bread in the summer. Your hand was wrapped in Steve’s and rested in your lap, work clothes traded for a soft green summer dress that matched his eyes. Something you hadn’t noticed until you’d opened the door and he took you in. Eyes like saucers as his gaze traced the length of your legs and the meat of your exposed thighs. You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles as he drove the car through the iron gates, fences poised around the perimeter of the expansive green lawn. Maple trees lined the long driveway, their sweet scent mingling with the wheat and providing shade for the home. The house stood in the middle of the property, a picturesque single-story home with a white brick exterior and brilliant blue shutters. An old wooden door that had been there as long as the home had stood. Its history etched into it, the space around the door handle worn a little lighter from use. The moment it fully came into view felt special, a buzz in the air that sent tiny jolts to your abdomen. Dosed by The Red Hot Chili Peppers playing low, Steve’s grip growing tighter as he placed the car in park. You heard the engine cut off, the sound of car doors opening and closing behind you. Heavy boots in the dirt, the light scampering of Holly’s wedged heels coming towards you. Giddy, her outward excitement a fraction of everything you were feeling inside.

“Oh my gosh, it’s incredible,” she emphasized every syllable, hands clapping as she looked between you and the house. You climbed out of the car, hands at your sides as you pulled your dress down and took it in. It wasn’t your home but it was everything that you’d dreamt up when you thought of what the word meant to you.

“It is,” you agreed and looked towards Steve. Wide grin visible and was as bright as the sun. The air was quiet, calming. The sound of animals in the distance sending another jolt of excitement through you.

“Should I give you a tour?” Steve asked with a thumb pointed over his shoulder. You nodded eagerly, looking towards Holly who shared your enthusiasm, and Eddie who appeared less than thrilled but still followed behind as Steve led the way towards the front door.

The wood of the wraparound porch creaked under your weight as the four of you shuffled through the threshold. The interior walls were painted a pewter blue framed by white crown molding. The hardwood floors looked like the original panels, the only thing untouched from the recent renovations. A formal dining room was to the right of the foyer, french doors opened to display the wood beam chandelier and stone fireplace. Steve prattled off details about the home, facts he’d probably heard from the realtor about its history. It was built in the late sixties and renovated the previous year before hitting the market. The wood floors were the originals as were the exposed wood beams in the living room and the intricate tiffany chandelier that hung above you. Steve moved further into the house, voice booming off the bare walls and empty space. You stayed a little further behind, admiring the redbrick tiled backsplash that covered the wall behind the stove. Cabinets a deep green. The home felt cozy, and welcoming, even with its lack of furniture. You couldn’t help but daydream of how you’d fill it, the fresh flowers you’d have on the counter, or the small garden of herbs you’d grow in the window. Christmas tree displayed in front of the bay window, fireplace burning every winter. Butterfly wings began to flutter the more you daydreamed. You followed the low voices of your friends from around the corner and walked through the laundry to a room set further back. It was illuminated in bright oranges and soft yellows, the rays of the sun bouncing off the glass that lined the walls. The floors were a worn terracotta tile set against the same white brick that covered the exterior of the house. The sky was exposed from above, ivy growing over a portion of the surface and adding a green hue to the room. The windows overlooked the rest of the property, a large barn, and several animals. Fields of corn and a throng of tulips. A kaleidoscope of colors, the image something out of a painting. A still from your favorite period romance and it took your breath away.

“What do you think,” Steve asked in a low whisper and stood beside you, hands on his hips while he took it in with you.

“This would be my favorite room in the house,” you commented before you could think of how it could sound and he turned to you. Smile broad, unabashed.

“Yeah?” He nudged you lightly and heat rushed to your cheeks.

“I-I mean if it were mine,” you stammered and winced at how weak your explanation sounded. His hazel gaze bore into yours, glimmering with some kind of mischief. Lips pressed together as he debated whether to tease you or admit that’s what he truly wanted.

“What did you want me to show you?” Eddie interrupted, voice edged with annoyance. Steve looked at him, his smile slowly fading. You rubbed the back of your neck to release the building tension. It wasn’t Steve’s idea to ask for Eddie’s help and now the two of them were stuck together.

“Well, you’re the expert. What do I need to know?” Steve’s sarcasm wasn’t lost on you and your face twisted into confusion at his words, the sharpness of his impatient tongue unfamiliar. Eddie’s smile only grew, sharp canines pointed against his plush lips. Finally, Steve’s perfect exterior had cracked. Little bits of porcelain falling in tiny shards to reveal who he was, who Eddie figured him to be. Eddie looked beyond Steve’s broad shoulders, amber eyes fixated on a tree stump and the axe that was embedded into its flesh. A pile of firewood nearby and fresh logs that needed to be split in two. Eddie tilted his chin towards the scene and looked back at Steve.

“Can Mr. Hollywood handle an axe?” The actor scoffed and crossed his arms. He opened his mouth to respond, eyebrows raised and Eddie gave him a sardonic smile. Challenging him.

“Do you guys just want to whip them out and measure to get it over with?” Holly remarked louder than she intended, her amused snort breaking through the tension. The three of you looked at her, blonde hair highlighted golden in the sun. She could feel eyes on her and turned, a small smile perking up when she realized she was the center of attention.

“Just a suggestion,” she shrugged and turned back towards the window, gaze locked on the rolling clouds.

“How about you show us the barn?” You suggested instead, not eager to watch them keep swinging their dicks around. Steve nodded at you and looked back to Eddie before turning to lead the way to the redwood building that stood out back. It was a slight trek to the barn, cicadas chirped and June bugs jumped in the air. The sun was beginning to set in the distance, the baby blue sky a mix of pastel pink and sherbet orange. You walked slowly, staying a few steps behind until you were walking in step with Eddie behind the other two, and turned to the metalhead, eyebrows knit with a mix of concern and confusion.

“What’s going on?” You questioned in a hushed tone.

“What do you mean?” Eddie looked at you with pursed lips, a turn of his mouth that told you he knew exactly what you meant. You stopped in your tracks and grabbed his wrist, Eddie looked to where the two of you were connected.

“Why don’t you like him?”

“I do like him,” his voice grew quieter towards the end of his sentence, words said unconvincingly.

“You know you can’t lie to me,” you poked his side, a threat of what would come if he continued to fib. Eddie swatted at your hand and rubbed where you had poked.

“Are you seriously falling for this shit?” He waved his hands, palms pointing towards Steve and the open field you were walking across. You looked at him, face twisted in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“(Y/N), he’s an actor. Do you seriously think Steve Harrington is going to settle back in Hawkins, Indiana?”

“I mean, he bought a farm,” you shrugged.

“How do you know that this isn’t all part of some elaborate scheme, that he isn’t committing to a bit? How do you know he’s not acting with you?” Eddie moved closer, brown eyes searching yours. Willing you to listen, to believe him.

“He’s not acting,” you shook your head and turned away from him, eyes focused on Steve’s retreating frame. You never worried that Steve was acting but you did worry that you didn’t fit into his world, that at some point he would get bored or outgrow you. Leave you behind for some starlet leagues prettier and more interesting, someone who had more to offer than a small slice of Midwest America.

“You don’t know that,” Eddie shook his head, “he could be playing the role of Hollywood bad boy trying to turn his life around.” His words struck a chord and fed into the insecurities that had festered beneath the surface.

“It’s not like that, Eddie,” you said more for your benefit than for his.

“But what if it is?” He countered

“Then you get to tell me that you told me so,” you walked away from him, frustration rolling off you in waves. Eddie called your name, still standing where you left him but you kept walking ahead and slowly caught up to Holly and Steve. Harrington looked at you with a warm smile, arm held open to bring you in for an embrace and you settled in. His chest a safe spot for your unsettled mind.

“Ready to hug a furry cow?” You turned to him, eyes now shining with excitement at his revelation.

“No freaking way!” Steve nodded at you with enthusiasm and pointed toward to the herd just ahead of you nestled near the barn. There was a handful of cows, some fully grown and others brand new to the world. All of them covered with fuzzy chestnut fur. They lazed around a tall maple tree, low moos coming from them. You walked a little faster, feet carrying you towards them before turning back and grabbing Steve’s hand so he’d join you. His palm was warm against yours, bigger hand wrapping around your smaller one. The cows mooed louder as you approached, a few of the older ones scattering as you came near but the smaller ones remained.

“The guy said they’re miniatures,” you knelt in front of one, slowly reaching out your hand to stroke its fur so you wouldn’t startle it. The animal was as soft as you’d imagined and the moment it leaned into your touch you melted.

“Do you think she’d fit into my trailer?” You looked up at Steve curiously, his face painted with amusement as he watched you.

“Where would you even put her?”

“She can have my room, I don’t need it. That’s what the couch is for,” you nuzzled into the animal’s fur as he laughed at you. Eddie watched from a distance, a little envious that he wasn’t the reason you were happy. That he didn’t have the same ability to give you what you wanted as Steve did and he hoped that whatever Rochester had to say would allow him to. That you would give him the chance to.

“Why don’t we make this a little bit of a challenge?” You and Holly groaned at Steve’s words, and he raised his hand to call for a pause. A moment to consider his words and he rested his hands on his hips.

“Eddie has graciously offered to show me how to chop some firewood, I’m only proposing that whoever chops the least has to buy drinks at The Hideout. A little makeup game for the last one I ruined.” You exchanged a glance with Eddie noticing the fire in his eyes. You knew the way he loved a challenge or when people doubted him. Steve was just as haughty, posture perfect and shoulders squared as he looked to his opponent.

“Do we have a deal?” He held out a hand, golden palm raised towards Eddie ready to shake on it. Eddie’s calloused hand slipped into his, giving one stern shake before releasing the other man.

“Are we setting a timer or?” You asked rolling your eyes with a disbelieving smile.

“Set it for five minutes, babe?” Steve looked at you as he removed his shirt, tanned flesh on display. Ripped abs and a chiseled chest. Holly inhaled sharply, blue eyes wide as she looked at Steve and you were too preoccupied to be jealous. Ogling him just as openly as she had for it to even register that he’d called you babe but Eddie had heard and it lit a new fire within him. The jealousy reared its ugly head creating an anger that vibrated throughout his body. He pulled his black t-shirt off and tossed it to the side, his pale skin catching your attention. You looked at him, the sleek lines of his abdomen and the ink of his tattoos. You’d seen him shirtless plenty of times but you could feel your cheeks darkening at the sight of him. It was hard to know where to look, eyes darting between Steve’s muscular frame and Eddie’s toned arms. The actor was larger than the metalhead, biceps round and protruding but Eddie was still built from years of manual labor. The shadow of muscle moving under the sunlight noticeable when he lifted the axe.

“I’m ready when you are,” Munson’s voice was deep as he looked to Harrington.

“Just tell us when,” Steve reminded you. You grabbed your phone from your pocket and flipped it open to the timer setting it for five minutes.

“Whenever you two dorks are ready.”

They began immediately, each grabbing logs and chopping them in two. You’d never found sports or other forms of athletic showmanship appealing but you were stunned into silence as you watched them. The way their biceps moved under their stretched skin as they lifted and brought the axe back down. The way their back muscles flexed, highlighted by the fading sun. The way sweat began to bead and slide down their chest, creating a sheen on their abdomens. You and Holly watched with mouths agape, eyebrows raised and heads slightly tilted. Minutes passing by rapidly without notice. The alarm sounded in your hand startling the two of you and breaking your reverie.

“T-that’s time,” you stammered and turned off the ringer to your phone silencing the alarm. Eddie and Steve tossed their axes to the side, chests heaving from the exertion. Sweat still dripping down their torsos. You turned your attention to the piles of wood, each of them equal in size, and hard to discern who had won.

“Guess you didn’t need a lesson,” Eddie looked toward Steve, eyebrows a straight line of annoyance.

“Ever seen that Paul Bunyan movie I did?” Eddie looked at you and Holly with a roll of his eyes.

“If you’ve been in it, I’ve been forced to watch it,” Eddie stated before turning his attention back towards the actor.

“Starring as a folk-hero lumberjack requires some training.” Steve pantomimed chopping wood and Eddie huffed a laugh. He should’ve known that Steve would be good at just about everything.

“Guess I can’t say you’re a bad actor anymore, had me fooled,” Munson turned to you with a raise of his eyebrows and grabbed his opposite arm pulling it across his chest to stretch it out. You caught his double meaning, the way he was still adamant that all of this was for show. Another act of Steve’s. You gave him a mocking smile and a roll of your eyes.

“Should we count the logs?” You jumped up from the tree stump where you sat. Steve and Eddie pulled their shirts back on while you and Holly moved towards the wood. The piles were much larger than each of you thought and the two of you shuffled through your opposing piles. Holly rose first with you seconds behind her.

“Forty-four,” the blonde dusted her hands off and looked at you.

“Forty-six,” you remarked before turning your heads towards the two men. “Looks like Eddie owes us a round of drinks.”

“Finally!” Holly whooped, “I think you should get us two rounds since you were on your way to losing last time.” She teased him and Eddie returned with a mocking face.

“You’re only getting one,” he lifted his finger to emphasize his answer.

“What if I finished playing you in darts for the second round?” You stepped next to him and poked at his side rapidly hitting all those secret spots. Eddie jolted at the sudden contact grabbing at your hands as you tried to continue your attack.

“Stop, you brat,” his lips twitched into a smile and he tried to restrain you, hands locking gently around your wrists despite your sudden show of strength. Your hands wiggled against his, still attempting to get at his side and continue your assault on his abdomen.

“Or I could get us a second round,” Steve offered with a tight smile. Eddie’s laugh quieted along with yours, eyes shifting to Steve who looked at you with a raised brow. You slowly removed your hands from Munson’s grasp, wide smile falling into a smaller one. Eddie huffed loudly and set stern eyes on Harrington.

“It’s more fun when he loses and has to pay for it,” you remarked and nudged the brunette with your shoulder.

“Except I’m not going to lose,” he nudged you back. Holly watched from the sidelines, eyes darting from Eddie to Steve noting their similar stances and tension in their shoulders. Nostrils flared, testosterone practically wafting off them in waves. They weren’t trying to hide their rivalry anymore, the budding animosity that was now beginning to bloom fully, and if it weren’t so entertaining she might find it exhausting. The way you seemed to now, lines creased into your forehead. Lips twisted in uncertainty because you still didn’t see it, still didn’t understand how Eddie felt and that this went beyond a protective friend. As much as Holly enjoyed the free entertainment, the sword fighting was getting boring and she needed a drink.

“Can we go? If I wanted to see a cock fight I’d’ve gone down to Harold’s farm,” the blonde’s shoulders sagged, accent thick and colored with a hint of irritation. It broke through the building standoff, the increasing tension. You nodded at her and walked past the two men. They stared each other down, neither making the move to walk behind you and towards the house.

“Are you guys coming or do you plan on spending the rest of the night looking at each other?” You stopped and asked over your shoulder before continuing through the field.

The sun retreated from the sky, the moon taking its place and casting a glow amongst a glitter of stars. The cicadas were louder, an owl hooting in the distance. All the sounds of the night were on full display as you bounded through the fence and climbed back into Steve Harrington’s car. He settled into the vehicle after you, concerned lines creasing his forehead. The headlights of Eddie’s car shined brightly on the two of you, slowly retreating as he backed away and turned his car to take the stretch of road to the main gate. Steve didn’t move to put the car in reverse, hands resting in his lap as he wrestled internally with the questions that had grown louder as the days had passed. He knew from the moment he saw you and Eddie in the bar that you were close. Could tell from the way you hung over his shoulder, stood close to him without thought, looked at him when you found something especially funny and it didn’t bother him that the two of you were best friends. But he also knew that Eddie didn’t like him, wasn’t fond of the appearance he’d made in your life or the wedge he’d put between the two of you and he couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more than friendship that loomed. If this was a romance interrupted and he was the unwelcome third.

“Are you,” he started and swallowed hard, “Is there something going on between you and Eddie?” The question took you by surprise and you jerked your head to look at him noting the solemn expression, the way he bit into his lip as he waited for you to respond. You snorted a laugh and slapped your thigh because it wasn’t the first time you’d been asked that question but you’d always found it funny.

“Why would you think that?”

“Because the guy literally hates me,” Steve’s eyes grew wider, palms turned up and pushed out as if the evidence was right there and he needed you to see it.

“Eddie only cares about maybe three people in his life and I happen to be one of them but it’s never been like that, he sees me as an annoying little sister,” you assured and reached out to take his hand.

“He wanted to fight me!”

“Eddie would try to start a fight at a pacifist,” you interjected.

“And the way he looks at you!”

“Huh?” You were perplexed, hand retreating into your lap as you turned your body to look at him.

“I have never seen anyone look at their sister the way he looks at you,” Steve scoffed.

“The way he looks at me?”

“Like he loves you,” he paused, “more than an adopted sibling or a best friend. He looks at you the way I do.”

It felt like you suddenly had a fever, heat creeping into your chest and all of your limbs. Body humming as you replayed his words but they wouldn’t sink in. You’d gone your whole life being loved by a handful of people but never romanticly. Never in love and at some point you began to feel like an exception to the soulmate rule, the idea that everyone had a partner or an equal half. You could feel Steve’s gaze on your profile, waiting for you to ask what he meant but you were scared because you knew that this would change everything, knew that it would make you vulnerable to be crushed if he changed his mind. The shrill tone of his cell phone caught you both by surprise causing you to jump in your seat and Steve to swear. He dug the device out of his pocket, inspected the screen, and let out a small groan when he realized who it was.

“Yeah?” He answered and threw his head against the headrest in frustration, a moment interrupted. You could hear the muffled voice of a man on the other line, his words jumbled and sounding like Charlie Brown’s parents. All nonsense that you couldn’t understand. But it was Steve’s sudden movement that caught your attention, the quick lift of his head and legs bobbing with antsy as he rested his arm on the steering wheel.

“Are you fucking serious?” His tone had changed, voice filled with exuberance and head nodding excitedly agreeing with whatever was being said on the phone. You couldn’t help the way your smile grew wide at his display, the excitement he had attaching itself to you.

“Yeah, I’ll be there next week,” and then your face fell. Just a fraction of a second before Steve noticed and could ask if anything was wrong.

“I got the role!” He exclaimed as he snapped his phone close, the device trapped in his tight grip. Steve turned to you, incredulous at the news.

“What role?”

“It’s one I’ve been wanting for a while now. Can’t give too many details but Matthew Fincher was super picky about his lead and he finally gave it to me,” he reached for your hand and squeezed it gently. The news was dawning on you, Eddie’s words replaying in your head. Steve was an actor, had been vying for a role with a director known for only wanting wholesome leads and he had just spent the past month trying to rehabilitate himself. His image.

“I’m so happy for you,” you nodded at him enthusiastically, a forced smile on your lips as you leaned in to hug him. His hands made circles on your back as he held you close, your nerves too ignited to find comfort in the touch. You had questions to ask, and answers you needed to hear but it wasn’t the time to. The fear of ruining the moment, shattering the illusion, stopped you. Made you keep the feelings inside. Steve pulled away slowly and gave you a soft kiss, holding onto your face as he looked into your gaze. Thumbs rubbing circles against your cheekbone.

“Let’s go celebrate,” he pulled away from you, too caught up to notice your silence or the way your lips felt differently pressed against his lips.

Steve rapped his thumbs against the steering wheel, fingers in sync with the song on the radio and you sat in silence. Attention turned toward the passing fields, watching as they turned into buildings that made up the town center and The Hideout came into view. He pulled his car into a parking spot and rounded the front to open the door for you, still a gentleman or still playing up the charade. Now you didn’t know and the rest of the night you couldn’t help the doubts that cropped up. The ugly feeling that settled into your gut and made a home in your chest. Eddie could tell something was off but couldn’t get you alone to ask. He sat at the bar watching you from a distance, the smile that didn’t meet your eyes and the way you flitted around the room with nervous energy. He rubbed his thumb against his drink drawing lines in the condensation when Holly slid onto the barstool beside him.

“Is the lovesick puppy licking his wounds?” She waved the bartender over before turning back to Eddie waiting for his response.

“What wounds?” He scoffed and took a swig of his drink, the sting of alcohol diluted by the melted ice cubes. Holly tutted and turned her body fully to him.

“Cut the whole ‘I don’t have feelings’ bit, the only one who doesn’t see that you like her is (Y/N).” A moment passed in silence, Holly’s attention still on him.

“Didn’t realize I was that transparent,” he remarked.

“As cellophane,” she turned as the bartender approached and rattled off her order then pointed to Eddie asking for another round of whatever he ordered.

“You didn’t have to get me anything,” he stated as the bartender turned to make the drinks.

“Look I’m saying this as someone who mildly likes you and wholeheartedly loves (Y/N). She’s lost more than most and no one understands that better than you. No one understands her better than you and I admit that but will never say it out loud again,” Holly paused, “She deserves love but so do you. You’re not as terrible as you give yourself credit for, Munson. Sorry to tell you,” she hopped down from the barstool, reached for her drink, and patted his shoulder before walking away.

The self-doubt had not dwindled but in a week he might be across the world, might not get the same chance to tell you how he felt. So he drank until he had enough courage, Holly drove him home before taking her car back into town. He’d settled on the couch and passed out against the worn-out fabric until familiar headlights flooded his living room waking him from his nap. He listened to the sound of closing car doors and quiet steps, a short time later the start of an engine followed by fading lights. Eddie counted the minutes, waiting a few before he rolled off the couch and trekked across the yard to your front door. His fist hovered above the door and he swallowed hard before he rapt his knuckles against the wood. He listened as your footsteps approached, your body pressed against the other side of the door before you pulled it open. You looked ready for bed, cute in the pajamas you’d changed into. Hair pushed back with a headband, bare-faced and staring at him wide-eyed.

“Are you okay?” You questioned as you peered up at him and he nodded.

“Can I come in?”

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