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cherry-leclerc · 5 months

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can’t you see ☆ mv1

genre: redbull!driver, enemies to lovers, smut, lando and danny playing cupid lol, protective!max (although he won’t admit it), mean!max, sub!max, dom!reader

word count: 3.2k

In between your mutual dislike with your teammate, Lando and Daniel try their best to make you and Max uncover some hidden feelings.

nsfw warning under the cut!

18+...penetrative sex, riding, sucking on fingers

req!...quick one, but ahh first maxie drabble. eekk :)

“What a fucking asshole.”

Daniel’s eyes bulge out as he hands you a cup of coffee. It had been an extremely long day. Perhaps not the best idea to keep it going, but it seemed like the FIA didn’t give a shit about that. You were past being upset. You were seething.

“Uh…Yeah. I mean I get it. I’m tired, too. This red flag came at the worst time-”

Briskly, you take the cup from him, cutting him off. “It’s not the red flag, it’s Max.” Ever since you joined Formula 1 as the first female to drive for Red Bull, you had felt welcomed by everyone. Everyone but your actual teammate. You had thought maybe it was because he had small balls and couldn’t handle the fact that you were driving alongside him, but when you confronted him about it, he only growled.

As if you would ever cross my fucking mind.

Squinting, you point accusingly at the Australian. “You ought to stop being his friend.” He loudly laughs as he throws his head back.

“You say that every time.”

Making a face, you shoot back. “And you never choose!”

“You’re both my friends. No one is winning custody.”

“You’re older than both of us combined.”

“Hey!”

Hey, a low voice replies. The hairs on the back of your neck stand up. A shiver runs down your spine. Max leans up against the nearest wall as he ignores you and keeps his eyes on his friend. You wave your hand up in front of him a couple of times for good measure before your mouth drops open when he acts as if you were Casper the Friendly Ghost.

“We were just talking abou- Ouch!” Daniel shrieks in pain when you pinch him. Faking a smile, you turn to the Dutchman. We were actually in the middle of something here. Nothing. He just keeps looking past you. Running a hand through his hair, he starts talking about how this all ‘ruined my flow’ and how he was going to have to ‘try to fix the FIA’s mistakes’. You have to laugh.

“Is something funny to you?”

You look around the room as you theatrically shudder. Sipping on the hot beverage, you hum and close your eyes. Max clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he crosses his arms in frustration. Cold weather, Danny. Do you think there’s a place nearby that sells homemade chicken soup?

“What the fuck is your problem?”

“If we find one, then maybe we can invite Lando and-” Suddenly, he reaches out for your cup and hot drops hit your hand. You hiss in pain. “What’s your problem, dickhead?”

Now, a normal reaction would be to be a decent human being and apologize. Offer up their own cup of coffee, perhaps. Not Max. Throwing it into the nearest trash bin, he turns to you. And he actually has the audacity to look upset.

“Why didn’t you let me overtake you? I don’t know if you don’t know this because you’re new or something like that, but here, when we are instructed to do something - we do it.”

Narrowing your eyes, you step closer. “So what? I don’t let you by one time and suddenly I’m the bad guy? Let me remind you that that’s all I’ve done for you this season.”

“Maybe when you’re someone’s number one driver then you won’t have to do shit like this, but until then,” he angles himself lower to you, “...It kinda looks like you have to.”

“Oh. No.” Daniel winces as he sips quietly on his hot drink. He can physically see your wheels turning as you glare back at the Dutchman. Your cheeks have turned light pink as you refrain yourself from yelling in front of all the Alpha Tauri engineers. Max scrunches his nose.

“Cute.”

You’re about to explode and let all hell loose, but just then, the red flag is over. Huffing, you grab your helmet as you walk away without sparing a single goodbye. Daniel frowns. “You need to stop treating her like that.” Max scoffs. Treating her how? The Australian inches closer as he lays a large hand on his friend's shoulder. “Like you don’t care.”

As soon as the race picks back up, you’re in the zone. You have to work twice as hard to overtake anyone in your way, considering most drivers were on new tires, but eventually you worked your way through. Drops of rain hit your visor as you slow down in sector 2.

“Should I be worried about the rain?”

“Nothing to be worried about, just keep it up.”

You nod, even though Christian can’t see you. As you get closer, you can see Max’s rear wing. He’s fast - zooming, almost - but that only made you want it even more. Defend. I repeat, defend for a 1-2 finish. “Yeah. No.” Entering the DRS zone, you press down on the throttle as you try all tactics to catch up with the 3x World Champion. Fat drops of water hit the Red Bull as you squint in order to not get lost with the commotion. What are you doing? Defend. “I am defending.” You press harder. “Except I’m defending my spot. Not his.”

It’s almost as if he knows what you’re about to do. Quickly, he scans his sideview mirror as he curses when he sees that you weren’t slowing down. It looks like the two Red Bulls are going head-to-head! Probably not the best idea at the moment considering the tough weather, Crofty announces. Passing Max by, you can’t help but cheer as you try to imagine his reaction.

“Not what we were picturing, but very well executed. He will be defending now.”

It wasn’t planned to get stung by a boiling hot coffee, of course it wasn’t, despite the bickering between you two. It wasn’t planned to take time to scratch your burnt hand. And it most definitely was not planned to crash.

Plunging into the wall, you groan, curses flowing past your lips. Are you okay? “Yes. I’m okay.” Lifting your visor, you shyly wave at the grandstands. Would you mind going over to check on Max? He’s currently not responding. Your heart stops. Jumping off your seat, you climb out of your car as you turn and sure enough, Max’s Red Bull is ruined.

“Are you alright?”

Throwing a thumbs up, he lifts himself out of his car to wave at the fans. He turns to you, dark blue helmet still over his head. “What the fuck was that all about?” You narrow your eyes.

“What do you mean? I got an itch.” And though he wears his helmet, you can’t help but notice the crinkles by his eyes. Your stomach flips. It's because of the crash. That’s all it is. You clear your throat. “What happened to you? You were driving well.” Professionally, he slides his gloves off as he waves over at the safety car.

“I had to check on you one way or another, right?”

Dumbfounded, you're faced with his back as he walks away.

“He’s into you, can’t you see it!”

“No. Jesus, don’t even say that.” Lando raises his brows as he throws his legs on top of your bed. Daniel hums from underneath the covers. He’s right, though. Pulling the sheets off, you scowl. “Don’t give me reasons to kick you both out.” Throwing yourself onto the mattress, you smile widely. “Soooo, what’s new?”

It’s all you three are ever good for. Pure gossip. Chewing hard on a piece of pizza, you gag. Daniel cackles as he reaches for the last slice. Hey! What if I wanted that? He cocks his head. Fine, you mumble.

“All I wanted was a warm soup.”

A gentle knock echoes through the room as you all turn to face it. Go and open it, Daniel hisses. Wha- No! You go open it, Lando whispers back. Bunch of babies, you murmur as you untangle yourself from your blanket. Swinging the door open, you freeze. Standing tall is Max with a paper bag at hand.

“Hey.”

Peeking out into the hallway, you stare back confused. “Hey?”

Almost timidly, he kicks his feet up against the wall with a small smile. He extends his arm out, signaling for you to take the mysterious bag. I don’t want any problems, you choke out, feeling skeptical. His blue eyes grow wide.

“Oh. No, don’t worry!” He opens the bag and takes out a small container. Leaning forward, you feel blood rising up to your cheeks. “It’s just soup.”

After an awkward exchange, he leaves. Inhaling the delicious scent, you let out a dreamy sigh.

“He so likes her.”

“We might have been wrong.”

Lando tilts his head, curly strands bouncing at the motion. Daniel hurriedly takes a seat next to the Brit as he smacks his large hands on the table. “What do you mean, mate?”

Daniel scans the room quickly before shaking his head. “I mean, that I just heard them two. They were going at it.” Lando blushes as he lets out an awkward laugh. I don’t even want to know. The Australian bites back a smile as he continues. “Not like that. Yet. What I mean is that they’re back to square one. He’s being a complete dick.”

“Alright. Looks like we have to knock some sense into him.”

Go, Daniel mouths once Max enters the debrief room, eyes entertained on his phone screen. Pushing past the Dutch, Charles jogs over to where you sit next to George. “Hey!” Greeting him back with a warm smile, you pat to the open seat. “I was wondering if you wanted to grab a bite after this. Maybe some chicken soup?” You beam.

“I love a good soup!”

Rapidly, Max’s ears perk up as he hears your conversation with the Monegasque. He was well over the rivalry, but with this? He would not second guess bringing it back. He clenches his jaw as he notices you nodding along with Charles. Strolling over to the small group, he shoots a bitter grin.

“Did you see Christian’s message about our last minute meeting?”

“Hello to you, too.” Checking your phone, you look back confused with a pout. “No. I haven't received anything.”

“Yeah, well, there’s one-”

“No, there's not.” Flickering your eyes behind your teammate, you’re even more lost. With hands on his hips, Christian taps his shoe as his eyes flicker between his two Red Bull drivers. “Don’t mind him, sweetheart. There’s no meeting.” He sends a small wink at Charles before walking off to the rest of the team principles. Max slumps.

“Ha. Guess it got canceled or something like that…”

Rushing over Lando and Daniel, Charles hunches over as he starts blabbering. “Did it work? Please tell me it worked - God - I think I almost shit myself. Tell me it fucking wo-”

The Brit points discreetly to where Max paces the room, orbs trained on you like a guard dog.

“It’s definitely working.”

He smacks a one hundred dollar bill onto a large hand.

“And thank you for the help, too, Mr. Horner.”

Despite the attempts to get you and Max together, nothing seemed to work. The blue eyed boy would appear to start registering his feelings, and at the last minute, would completely chicken out. It would be an outright lie to say that this didn’t entertain the Alpha Tauri and McLaren boys, but they also knew that they had to continue their fairy godparent duties.

“Watch it!”

Crashing onto the couch inside of the Red Bull Hospitality, Max’s face bounces against it. He groans in pain before throwing a harsh stare at his friends. Lando stiffles a giggle as Daniel raises his arms up in defense. Getting seated, the Dutch looks back with a sour expression.

“What’s this hostile situation about?”

Lando panics as he turns to his mate. The Aussie licks his lips, patting his lap. “Look, we’ve noticed a few things-” What things? He huffs. “Maybe if you would just let me finish-” That’s what she said! He glares at Lando who slaps a hand over his mouth, tears from unreleased laughter painting his blue eyes. “As I was saying…We’ve noticed your behavior towards a special little someone…”

“Towards Heidi? Shit. I didn’t think it’d be that noticeable.”

Lando clicks his fingers rapidly before pointing at the Red Bull driver. “He’s trying to not talk about it because he knows where this is going!” No, I’m not, Max shrieks as his voice cracks. Blushing, he pushes his hat lower to his face.

“You like her!”

“You know I like Heidi! She’s good for you-”

“You know that’s not who we’re talking about.”

It’s silent for a while. Standing up, Daniel goes to sit next to the 26 year old. Running a hand over his face, Max’s sighs as he looks up. “I’m not…used to feeling this way, okay?”

“That’s totally fine, but that doesn’t give you the right to treat her like a piece of gum stuck at the bottom of your shoe. She’s amazing. Could have anyone - and I mean anyone - but she likes you. I don’t know why or how, but she likes you.” Daniel scoots away when Max narrows his eyes.

“She doesn’t like me.”

Jumping over the coffee table, Lando plops down. “Yes! She does. Ask me how I know.” A bored expression slashes Max’s face as he asks anyway. How, Lando? How do you know? “Because she’s always fighting with you.”

Daniel clicks his tongue as he slowly squints his brown eyes. “I don’t think you’re making the point you think you’re making, mate.” The Brit waves him off.

“I’m dead serious. When she gets upset, she always walks away because she claims to not want to waste her time on stupid arguments. But with you,” he pushes his index finger against the Red Bull polo, “With you she never - ever - walks away. Sure, you’re both at each others throats, but that only means one thing.” He leans against the sofa as he takes a sip of the open energy drink.

“She doesn’t mind wasting time on you.”

After some more convincing, the duo had managed to raise the 26 year olds confidence. They could be wrong. Embarrassingly wrong, but how would he ever know if he never tried? Taking in a deep breath, he finds himself knocking on your door.

“More soup?”

Sheepishly, he shakes his head. His heart skips a beat as he notices how laid back you seem. How relaxed you were. He was going to ruin all that. He was going to say something that would change everything and things might never be the sa-

“Wanna come in?”

Handing him a plate of cut up watermelon, you take a seat in front of him, legs tucked beneath your butt. What are you doing out so late at night, Mr. Max Verstappen? He sets the plate down as he forces himself to mold into his chair.

“I’ve never hated you.”

You blink. Clearing his throat, he looks down to his lap as he fiddles his fingers. “I know I’ve been such a bad teammate - I know - but I promise that it never had to do with you.”

“Okay. So…then what did it have to do with?”

He lets out a croaky laugh as he shuts his eyes. “That’s the tough part…” Opening his blue eyes, he finds you staring back, waiting for an answer. “I feel the opposite of hate…towards you.” He hates the way your face doesn’t change and you remain still. He hates when you shrink back and chew on your lip.

But he could never find himself hating the moment you climb onto his lap.

“T-that’s not what I came here for-”

“I know.” You slide your hands against his stubble. “Your confession was…adorable. Had trouble saying those words out loud, right? Because you,” you strum your finger against his chest, “...You don’t have feelings. You don’t have a heart.”

Now he’s frowning as he tries to unravel your words. A giggle bubbles up your throat, eyes crinkling shut. His breath hitches. “I feel things…” Your heart twirls with the way his voice sounds. Sure you do, Maxie-

Grabbing your face with his left hand, he kisses you. It’s hot, feverish, and impatient.

It’s him.

Whimpering, you grind against him as he groans underneath you. Forcing himself to pull away from your warm lips, he cocks his head to the side. “Was that enough proof?”

“I might need more.”

It’s such a moment of pure adrenaline, that you can’t even pinpoint the moment your hatred towards him had turned into lust. All you know is that it felt so good to be riding him. Squeezing your hips, he lifts you up as he lets out a strained moan. The sound itself makes you drip even more.

You had always loved his voice. How croaky it was. But you never imagined that it would turn your entire world upside down to hear him moaning your name like a prayer. Oh, fuck. Holy shit. Pushing his hands down, he opens his eyes as he looks back, weak and concerned. He worries you might have suddenly regretted all of this. That you would walk away and never want to talk to him ever again. But he’s already kissed you. He’s already been inside of you.

He would beg you to stay in order to make you keep it that way.

“B-baby.” He whimpers with the way you dig yourself against him before circling your hips. Slow. “It’s okay if you want to stop-” You slide his fingers into your mouth. He swears he could finish with such a pretty sight.

“I don’t want to. I just want you to say sorry for everything you’ve ever done to me.”

“I already said I never meant any of it! You’re absolutely everything to me.”

Your core grows tighter with his affirmations. Holding onto his broad shoulders, you continue your sinister rhythm. “Maybe. But I still want one.”

“I’m so-”

Rubbing your bare tits against his chest, he shudders as he harshly pinches your thigh. Try again. “I said I’m so-” Pulling all the way out, you slide back down onto his cock. “Oh - don’t fucking do that.”

“Try again.”

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry.”

A satisfied smile slides onto your plump lips as you nod before kissing him and riding him the way you know he deserves. With one last hop, you both finish as he moans into your neck. Your fingers push his sweaty, blondish strands away before pressing your lips against his cheek. He smiles weakly.

“I like you, too.” You look down before returning your attention. “But I can’t be with you.”

“Wh-”

“Max. Let’s be realistic here. I’m a girl in Formula 1. You don’t know how hard I’ve worked to get here. I’ve had to do twice the work simply because I’m not a man.” You roll your eyes. “People are going to hate me. Call me names - God, I can already hear them.”

He never thought his heart could actually hurt for someone. You were really messing him up. He gingerly rubs small circles against your cheek.

“I’ll ruin whoever says anything bad about you, but please give this a chance. I’ve never wanted someone as bad as I do you. Please.”

And yes, there will be nasty comments. Hateful interpretations about your relationship. But that never really mattered as long as you had him.

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coco-loco-nut · 13 days

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Revelations

pairing: Daniel x reader

summary: Daniel casually mentions his wife after 11 YEARS OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP. Danny Ric comeback. 2025 season, he is back on rbr

request are open pookie masterlist part 2

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Being an engineer for Red Bull was something else. You have been with them since you graduated college, and truthfully you never want to leave, the team is your family, having been with them for 11 years.

You met your husband through your job, both starting at the ripe old age of 23, and despite the potential HR violations, Christian Horner practically set the two of you up on a date after being oblivious about each other’s crushes. Thus began Red Bull’s best kept secret.

“Happy 10 years, Danny,” you kiss your husband, him watching you analyze data. Christian made him promise to never use you as a mole, and the two of you very quickly agreed. Even when he was on Renault and McLaren, work talk was kept quiet. Daniel had a great season last year and was brought back to Red Bull Racing, Christian promoted you to be his race engineer, knowing Daniel would listen to you.

“Happy 10 years, my love,” he hugs you tight. Your children are home in Australia with their grandparents for the weekend.

“Good morning, Ricciardos. Happy wedding anniversary,” Christian greets you, sitting for the pre-race meeting. Christian celebrates your wedding anniversary almost as much as you do, but he is a part of the family. He officiated your wedding at this track 10 years ago today, and he is the godfather of your eldest.

“Good morning, I printed out some data sheets so we can determine strategy. I noticed some unusual tyre degradation, while it could be from the unusually high track temperatures yesterday, it is something we should plan for today,” you start, passing out the papers. Daniel will never not be able to admire you. Sometimes he misses what people say because he stares at you, the exact reason Christian helped get you two together.

“Let’s grab some coffee then go on a track walk,” Daniel holds his hand out to you after the strategy meeting, you happily take it. After your lap around the track, you meet with the other engineers while Daniel warms up and does media. As you are watching the F2 race for valuable data, someone from PR comes over to you.

“Watch this clip,” she says and you oblige.

Daniel, you seem in better spirits than usual, care to share?

I don’t know mate, I am usually a pretty happy person.

Here I was thinking that maybe you finally had a girlfriend

Nah, I don’t think my wife would be happy about that… I wasn’t really supposed to say that. If you are watching, sorry! I’ll make it up to you, love.

Well, I hope there isn’t a couch in your future. Good luck today.

Thanks, but she’s put up with me for 11 years, I doubt there will be a couch in the future.

“Oh, he might have the couch tonight,” you laugh a little, honestly surprised it took 11 years for him to accidentally say something.

“Looking back at all the photos, he is wearing a wedding ring, how did we not see that?” You hear one of the Mercedes drivers say outside the garage.

“You saw the video?” Daniel asks as you playfully glare at him.

“I did. I have a winning strategy for you, so maybe you can move off the couch tonight. Lose and you stay there longer,” you tease. Being his race engineer helps so much because you can subtly say things and no one picks it up, and any interactions between you seem normal.

“Yes, Mrs. Ricciardo,” he smiles and goes to get changed for the race.

Last car in, good luck Daniel

I don’t need luck, I have you guiding my race

Ok, Daniel, whatever you say

The strategy works out well, and planning for the hotter heat was a smart move. Christian hasn’t told you not to race with Max, so you push Daniel for the overtake.

“Come on, honey badger,” you whisper. Daniel has had the better strategy and better pacing, all day so he easily overtakes and keeps the lead through the final five laps.

Okay Daniel, last lap, Verstappen behind, keep the pace.

Does this mean I’m off the couch?

Focus.

Sorry.

And that’s P1, P1 very good, Daniel. Red Bull 1-2. You are officially off of the couch.

LET’S GO! Thank you team! I couldn’t have done it without you guys. Thanks for the brilliant strategy, and for letting me off the couch. Best wife ever.

Mhmm. Happy 10 years. Parc Ferme is clear for you, pull in so the team can celebrate.

Let’s just say that F1 TV streaming your radio broke the internet, and the drivers when they all got out of their cars and into the garages. You followed the team to wear Daniel was parking and the team pushed you to the front. Daniel celebrated there with the team, taking his helmet off and kissing you. The team wolf whistles around you.

“Go to the podium, we will celebrate with you there,” you push him in the direction of where he needs to go. Unknowingly to Daniel, Red Bull chooses you to represent them for the Constructors Trophy.

“Mate, how did you keep that a secret?” Oscar asks Daniel in the debrief room.

“It wasn’t much of a secret. Everyone in Red Bull knows most of the relationship,” Max says and Daniel nods along.

“Honestly, I don’t know how people didn’t know,” Daniel laughs. The FIA tells them to start heading out to the Podium and Daniel searches the crowd for you when he steps out, but can’t find you. He’s shocked but extremely delighted when you step out and stand beside Oscar for the Constructors trophy. The mischievous glint in his eye is a loud warning that you will be sprayed with champagne. You happily stand through the national anthems, clap when Daniel is handed the trophy, and beam with joy as you are handed the second trophy. Soon enough you are presented with champagne and the go ahead to spray it is given.

“Max!” you squeal and hide behind him as you both spray Daniel.

“Quit hiding my wife!” Daniel laughs and in a split second, your cover is gone as Max moves to spray Oscar. You and Daniel both pour the champagne in each other’s mouth.

“Ew, that’s almost as bad as if you guys were to kiss,” Max laughs. Daniel gives you a devilish smile, pulling you close to him and capturing you lips with his.

“The kids are going to be so grossed out,” you laugh and Oscar looks almost horrified.

“THE KIDS?!”

#f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo imagines #oscar piastri #max verstappen #christian horner

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gentlyweeps-world · 4 months

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A Rivals Heart 1

summary: A crush had turned into hatred, but with the work of Lando, Alex George and Charles, maybe it could be fixed back.

pairing: max verstappen x fem! driver reader

warnings: alcohol consumption, sexual tensions

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LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

You couldn’t pinpoint exactly when your crush on the Dutchman had turned into hatred.

Maybe it was in karting when he had made fun of you for no reason, or maybe it was in the lower Formula ranks when he would do anything to get on your nerves and invoke a reaction out of you.

But all you knew now, is that you hated him, and he hated you. You would say it didn’t bother you, to be honest you went through worse with being a female driver, but for some reason he bothered you.

“I’m surprised you manage to keep your pace, usually you fuck up” Max said to you, that was the first thing he said to you at Bahrain, throughout the entire race weekend.

You roll your eyes at him, not really caring since you did get P2. “You did great Y/n!” Nando says as he clasps your shoulder, shaking you a bit. “Definitely a well deserved pole!” Nando adds on with a smile, moving past you to sit in his cooldown seat.

You feel your blood slowly boil as Max smiles. You have no idea why you feel so angry at him, he’s just another driver and yet all you want to is shove him down the grid.

“Thank you” you say to Fernando, he was definitely the most polite driver to you.

You sit in your chair, although it was really Fernando’s, no one ever got the cooldown seats right anymore, and drink some water, watching some highlights from the race on the tv in the room.

The highlights come on, you watch silently, no one is really speaking.

A bit of silence as you watch the drivers in their highlights, except for one. Max’s highlights come up and you notice the way he drives.

The way he pushes his car, the way he makes the most of the corners and overtakes and the way he goes full tilt on the straight.

You catch yourself staring at the highlights, analyzing how he drove.

“Taking notes L/n?” Max says, watching you analyze his driving style. “I’m just watching the highlights, no need to feel special princess..” You grumble out, rolling your eyes at him.

Fernando just sits there silently with a grin, watching the scene of you and Maxs bickering play out.

“I never thought I was special.” Max says in a snarky tone. “But whatever makes you feel good…princess” Max adds on with a grin, knowing that nickname will annoy you.

A faint blush raises to your cheeks at hearing him call you princess. You let out an annoyed huff and roll your eyes, “Just shut up..” You mumble out to him, crossing your arms over your chest as you watch Max sit down in his own chair next to you.

Max just laughs it off as he takes a quick sip from his drink. “Oh come on princess, don’t be so annoyed at the name. I think it suits you..”

Max then looks up to you, his eyes meet yours and he smirks, not moving his gaze. “Yeah and I think Christian Horner's bitch suits you..” You say coldly, narrowing your eyes at him.

Max’s lip curls as he raises an eyebrow at you. “That the only insult you have schatz?”

Max leans back in his seat with a cocky grin. You roll your eyes, opting to stay quiet and not feed into Max.

Before you know it you’re standing on the podium balcony, wishing you were deaf because you had to listen to the Dutch anthem play out for Max.

You watch as Max stands proudly, his hand on his heart during the Dutch national anthem. The smile he has irritates you, knowing the smug expression he has on his face.

You can feel your blood boil and your face turning red. You didn’t think it was possible to hate someone this much.

Once the anthem is over, the champagne spray starts. With a grin you pop the kork to your bottle and spray it all over Max and Nando, and down towards your team.

You lean your head back and stick out your tongue, spray some of the champagne into your mouth.

You look into the camera with a smirk, knowing people will eat that up, with a chuckle you turn towards Max and Fernando again, seeing Max look at you with an unreadable expression and blush on his face.

You notice Max’s blush as he looks at you, only for him to cover it by spraying champagne at you.

You grin as the camera focuses on you, knowing damn well they eat up your little feud with Max.

You lean away from Max to avoid getting more sprayed as your gaze meets his. Max smirks at you, his gaze not wavering from yours.

You let out a shriek as Fernando runs over and sprays the champagne over your head, completely drenching you in it.

The champagne rains over you as you shriek at Fernando, the crowd love this moment and laugh at you.

You look over at Max, seeing him grin at you, only for his gaze to meet yours, which makes his grin disappear.

He looks away quickly, a red hue now on his face. You give Max a weird look but let it go for now. With a chuckle you spray the last of your champagne on Fernando.

“I’m going to get you back for that!” You say to him with a smile, laughing and giggling. It feels as if nothing could bring you down right now, being up on that podium balcony, hearing the cheers of fans and your own team.

You knew it was only P2 but it was close enough to making history for you. Max watches as you have the time of your life on the podium, it slightly annoys him how much fun you’re having. “Oh god.” Max mumbles under his breath, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Fernando laughs along with you as he is now soaked in the champagne, you take a look around at the crowd, noticing a bunch of Dutch fans, their attention on you, the driver they dislike most.

You could hear them booing, saying jeers and chanting out insults to you, in return you flipped them off, raising up your P2 trophy.

This moment will be iconic and you’re enjoying every second of it. You make sure all they see is your middle finger raised as you stand on the podium in celebration, you didn’t want these fans to ruin your moment by any means.

The booing from the crowd is annoying but it does annoy Max even more, he didn’t want to admit that he liked your style even more after giving all those fans the finger.

“It does fit you.” Max mumbles under his breath, smirking at you. His gaze locked onto you, waiting for you to acknowledge him.

“What was that?” You ask Max over the mixed cheers from the grandstands.

“Nothing, it probably would’ve gotten on your nerves or something” Max says.

“How thoughtful of you, not wanting to annoy me” you say sarcastically, you know that is exactly what he wanted to do.

Soon podium celebrations are done. You make your way out of the paddock and the track, when you hear someone shouting your name.

“Y/n? Y/n!” Lando shouts out, followed by George and Alex. “Oh hey guys, what’s up?” You ask, stopping and looking to them.

“Do you want to go out? A few of us are going to a nearby club to celebrate..” Lando says, George and Alex nodding to what he said.

“Yeah you should definitely come, you’d get to see Carmen” George adds on, knowing if he tells you his girlfriend will be there, you would automatically go with.

Your eyes light up at the mention of Carmen. “I’d love to!” You say, knowing that you can’t let this opportunity get away from you.

“I’ll just have to stop by my hotel room and get changed” You say, turning away from them to start walking again.

“I’ll meet you guys there!” You add on, waving bye to them as you rush off to your car in the parking lot excited to go out.

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Chivalry Kills

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Eddie x Reader

Angst, fighting, smut, fluff

Eddie is a perfect gentleman to everyone, and it makes you feel invisible to him.

“No, really, guys, I’m fine. Don’t let me get in your way.” You were straining to carry an amp, albeit the smallest amp the band used, to Eddie’s van as they leaned against the back wall of the bar, sipping beers.

“We gotta get you in a weight lifting class,” your boyfriend joked, coming over to help you load the equipment into the car.

“Or maybe you could load your own car. Or pay the freshman you hang around five bucks to do this,” you joked. He lifted his beer bottle to your lips, a small reward for helping out like you always did.

You were more than happy to do it, needing to get some energy out after watching their high voltage performance every week. Eddie kept telling you that you didn’t need to, he could handle it, but you wouldn’t just sit there and let him do all of the work. He wasn’t even crazy about the idea of you driving to The Hideout by yourself to watch their set. One week he tried to leave after their minimal soundcheck to some and pick you up, but he ended up having to jump right on stage after bursting through the door.

“It’s fine, I am able to get here alone. It’s safe,” you promised him.

“You shouldn’t have to, though.”

Ever the gentleman, Eddie went out of his way to be as gallant as possible. He planned thoughtful dates, tried his hardest to never let you open a door for yourself, and always made sure you were taken care of when you were being intimate. He was constantly sweeping you off your feet. Well, you and every other girl in Hawkins.

It was cute when he gave El, Max, or Erica a piggy back ride. It was endearing when he didn’t let Robin walk on the street side of the sidewalk. It was funny when he hit on Joyce right in front of Hopper.

It was infuriating when he paid every other girl in your age group attention, and stopped trying to impress you.

“You’re chewing right in my ear,” you slightly pushed Eddie away from you, just handing over your lunch that he was picking from.

“What are you going to eat?” he asked through a mouthful of carrot sticks.

“I lost my appetite all of a sudden,” you said. He shrugged and continued chomping away and talking with his friends. Despite the hustle and bustle of hungry teenagers, you were able to spot Robin looking around the cafeteria for a familiar face. You tapped Eddie’s arm so he would release his hold on your shoulders. “See you later, okay?”

He sent you off with a slight nod of his head.

“Save me,” you grabbed Robin’s elbow and led her out of the cafeteria with you. She followed without a word, and you two went down to the newspaper room where you knew you would find Nancy.

“Well, this is a nice surprise,” she smiled when she saw you.

“I needed to hide,” you said. “Boys are so annoying.” After a rough morning of sleeping past your alarm and certainly flunking a test, you were in no mood to be spit on or yelled through about fantasy games, shockingly.

“Who got under your skin?” Robin smiled. Neither of them expected it to be Eddie. From what they experienced, he had nothing but good manners. Sure, he picked on Steve, but they both considered that an admirable quality.

“It’s just been one of those days,” you sighed. “Distract me, tell me what you’re working on,” you asked Nancy, sending her into a spiel you gladly let overtake your thoughts.

When it was time for the afternoon to officially begin, the three of you walked through the halls together, heading in the same general direction of your next classes. Only a few more left until the end of the day and then beginning of the weekend. You could do this.

“It is always weird to see them together,” Robin commented, looking down the hall at Eddie, Chrissy, and a few other cheerleaders.

“She’s making his life a lot easier,” you explained, relieved that he was getting terrorized much less, even if he made his way into the good graces of the Hawkins High Elite by selling them drugs.

“Looks like he is, too,” commented Nancy as you all watched him take her books from her arms. You weren’t bothered by it. He was being his normal, generous self. What did bother you, though, was his arm tossed around her shoulder, mouth close to her ear saying something that was making the beautiful girl laugh. They looked like they were floating down the hallway, made lighter by each other’s presence.

“I shouldn’t overreact to that, right?” you asked, starting to fidget with the hair tie around your wrist. “He just doesn’t have to be so touchy. It’s inappropriate, what if she was uncomfortable with that?” you didn’t give them a chance to answer.

The bell rang overhead and made your brain rattle.

“Don’t overthink it,” Nancy stressed, but she saw how your mind was already running away with the minor incident. “We will see you later, be ready by 8!” Right. The party you promised to go to. Usually on Fridays you and Eddie drove around, making pit stops for him to do deals. You liked being in the car with him, passing by the secret night life of teenagers that he was contributing to, but you two were happy to stay on the outskirts of.

With his new friendships, he was coming around to the idea of actually attending one of the parties he served. Nancy wasn’t a stranger to the scene, so she broke you both down, encouraging you to give it a try, even if just for an hour. It had to be better than getting drunk or high by yourselves. Honestly, it was getting kind of sad.

“8 o’clock, got it,” you nodded, going off toward your next class.

The next time you saw Eddie, he was waiting for you by your locker after the last bell had rang.

“Hey, Babe,” he smiled, giving your butt a gentle smack. It wasn’t the most romantic gesture, but your feelings of annoyance from lunch had seriously diminished, and you just wanted to be close to him.

“Hi,” you said, throwing the books you wouldn’t need over the weekend into the metal square and slamming the door shut. “Let’s go,” you grabbed his hand and he squeezed it affectionately.

“We just have to wait for Chrissy, we’re giving her a ride home,” he said. You nodded and let him lead you to her locker, where she was talking to her other friends. They confirmed with you and Eddie that you’d be at the party later, and then the three of you walked into the fresh air like you were the best of friends.

“Ooh, it’s getting cold out,” you complained, frowning at the fall air taking over the town.

“It feels good, this sweater is so hot,” Chrissy said, pulling at the turtle neck uniform she was wearing that day. Eddie turned the air on for her when you all got in the van, making you shiver more intensely than you were outside.

It didn’t take long for you to get to Chrissy’s house and drop her off. She asked if you wanted to get ready with her for the party, but you honestly couldn’t imagine starting your evening any earlier than you already had to. Her eyes genuinely dropped when you thanked her, but declined, and it almost made you change your mind. But then you remembered Eddie’s hand on her back.

“You’re going to dance with me later, though, right?” she asked, the smile returning to her face.

“Definitely,” you conceded.

“Only if they play something other than the shit on the radio.” Eddie appeared outside of your window, right next to where Chrissy’s hands were draped. You turned around, expecting to somehow see him still sitting next to you in the driver’s seat. He must have gotten out when you were distracted by the cheerleader. With a wave from Chrissy, your boyfriend started to walk her to her front door as if it wasn’t 3 o’clock in the afternoon in a suburban neighborhood.

When he got back to the car after 7 minutes, you clocked it, of giggling, you were pissed off.

“So what do we want for dinner? I’m sure you’re hungry after giving me your lunch, which i don’t think I ever thanked you for,” Eddie grabbed your fingers and went to bring them to his lips like he did a million times before, but you pulled your hand back.

“I think I just want to relax before the party,” you shrugged. “The math test didn’t go well.” you told him, because he didn’t ask.

“Okay, that sounds good, too. How about we take a nap and-”

“Can you just drop me off and we can meet up later?” you asked, aware of your less than sweet tone. He could tell something was wrong, but chalked it up to the test and knew you’d feel much better if you had some time alone.

What he didn’t count on, though, was your solitude making your anger fester. All you could see was him touching her, her gaggle of friends laughing at his jokes, and the way he had been brushing you off. Eddie made everyone feel so special by doing nice things for them, and you wanted to be the only one on the receiving end.

By the time you, Robin, and Nancy were approaching the front door of the parentless house, you were practically stomping.

“Relax, Hulk,” Robin teased as you whipped open the front door like someone was hiding behind it.

“I need a drink,” you sighed, heading straight for the kitchen where there were bottles of liquor and a keg. “What do you guys want?” You didn’t wait for an answer, making a strong concoction that you split between three cups, yours a little more full than the others. The drink eased your emotions a bit, and you felt your anger level slowly coming down.

Eddie was set to meet you at the party. Even though you didn’t want to be with him earlier in the day, now you were itching to see him.

“You keep on looking around like you’re expecting Judd Nelson to walk in,” Nancy said, waving her hand in front of your face. “Let’s go, come on,” she waved her finger so you would follow her to the living room, where people were dancing.

“Y/N!” The high-pitched voice cut through the crowd, and you saw Chrissy bouncing toward you. You recognized how sweet it was that she was trying to get closer to you after becoming friends with your boyfriend, and you wanted to put more of an effort in with her.

“We’re dancing, come on,” you grabbed her wrist and pulled her along with the three of you.

A few months ago, you would have gotten a lot of stares, and not just because of Robin’s off-beat dancing. The cheerleader, the bank geek, the journalist, and the outsider all together. Add the freak into the mix, and it’s a wonder you weren’t put on a poster in a guidance counselor’s office.

“My girls!” Eddie showed up and threw his arms around you and Nancy.

“Hi,” you grinned, leaning up on your toes and pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth. He winked at you and took your hand, twirling you around. Finally, he was giving you the attention you were craving.

Just as quickly as he gave you butterflies, he opened the window and shooed them out. There were only a couple of blissful minutes until it took a turn.

It was common knowledge that Chrissy was single and available, and it didn’t even take half a song for someone to ask her to dance. Understandably, watching your boyfriend give another guy daggers with his stare because he was dancing with his friend didn’t exactly put you in the best of moods.

“He’s getting a little handsy,” he said, loud enough for your group to hear.

“She’s fine,” you said, grabbing his hands and putting them on your waist, trying to get him to focus on you. He nodded and began to bounce back and forth on his feet again, keeping a protective eye on Chrissy.

“I’ll be right back,” Eddie leaned down into your ear and nodded toward the back door, where someone was waiting with a $20 bill in hand. You nodded and he walked off, putting on his best salesman face.

“I’m taking a break,” you said to Nancy and Robin, going into the kitchen. As soon as Eddie came back inside, you were going to grab him for as alone a moment you could get at a house party.

“Hey, you coming to check up on me?” he walked back inside and you wrapped his arms around his waist, pulling you into him.

“Of course, I have to make sure you’re being safe,” you mocked. He laughed and the sound went right to your heart. “So, what do you think of the party?”

“It’s interesting,” he nodded. “I think the last one of these I went to was in the 8th grade, and I played spin the bottle.”

“We can play if you want,” you smiled. He picked up an abandoned beer bottle on the counter and tipped it towards you before leaning in. As soon as your lips met, your hands went to his hair, playing with the curls. Even though you were surrounded by your peers, you felt like you were the only two people in the room. You went to lift yourself up on the counter, but Eddie twisted around so he was leaning against the countertop.

Your hands moved underneath his shirt and he tugged you closer, mouthing against your neck.

“Eddie,” you laughed, getting shy and pulling away. “Eddie!” His mouth was still open, as were his eyes. While he was kissing you, his eyes were trained on his friend in the living room, who was preoccupied with a boy herself. His eyes snapped to you and he knew he had been caught.

“Uh-”

“What, did you need a better view?” you slammed your palms against his chest and he tried to grab your hands, but you ripped them away.

“Sweetheart-”

“No,” you snapped, spinning around and storming away. You thought you’d be able to get through the party despite your nerves and apprehension, and that Eddie’s presence along with your friends’ would keep you safe. The day was horrible from the beginning, you should have just stayed in bed.

“Woah, woah, what’s happening?” Robin and Nancy saw you fly by and followed, despite you holding up your hand to keep them at bay.

The cool night air shocking your system and your high emotions became too much to handle, and your breath became shallow. You were shocked to see that Chrissy had followed them outside.

“I’m okay, I’m fine,” you calmed your friends, although your shaky voice gave you away.

“Look, it’s fine, I’m going to go inside, call Steve, and we’ll be on our way home in five minutes,” Robin said, going to rush back into the house.

“No, I don’t want to ruin the night,” you shook your head. “I just need a minute, I promise,” you said, but their watchful eyes weren’t leaving you for a second, not even blinking.

“Want me to go find Eddie? Is he still finishing his deal?” Chrissy asked. They saw how your eyes went dark and your panic turned to rage. “Okay, not Eddie.”

“Chrissy?” The four of you turned around and saw the boy you had all just become acquainted with, the one that was dancing with Chrissy. “Are you ladies okay?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” she smiled. “You said you drove here, right?”

“DD tonight,” he nodded. “Are you sure you’re alright, do you need me to take you somewhere?”

“Let’s go home,” Chrissy nodded, taking your hand. You understood why Eddie liked her. They were two peas in a pod: protective.

“Can you go tell Eddie?” you asked Nancy.

“Tell Eddie what?” Speak of the devil and he shall appear. “Are you okay?” He was looking around at the four of you, but his eyes stopped when they locked with yours. You felt like he was looking right into your heart, and could see that it was hurting.

“We’re going home,” Robin said, maybe the most assertive you had ever heard her.

“Alright, let’s go,” he swept his arm out so you would all start to walk to his car, but you stayed put.

“Bob is taking us home,” you told him.

“Rob,” he cleared his throat and corrected you.

“No,” Eddie said. “I will take you all home.” Again, you all stood your ground. “Y/N,” he frowned at you.

“I will call you when I am cooled off and ready to talk,” you said, turning around and starting to walk away. You heard the scurried footsteps of your friends behind you, and a soft “Sorry, man” from Rob.

The ride home was silent, which you were thankful for. The energy was buzzing around you with everyone wanting to ask what happened and how they could help.

There was nothing they could do. You knew you had to talk to Eddie, but you didn’t want to have to do that. He was so perceptive of everyone and everything going on, but he didn’t take into account how his reactions to outside circumstances made you feel.

The following afternoon, you still weren’t ready to talk to Eddie. However, when your phone started to ring, you knew he was on the other end. You also knew that if you didn’t answer, he would probably show up.

“Hello?” you tried to hide the angry inflection in your voice, but it was impossible.

“Great, so the stranger you went home with didn’t murder you,” he bit across the line. It was from worry, it came from concern.

“Yep,” you nodded. “I’m still not ready to talk to you, so I am going to hang up.” He should consider himself lucky that you were giving him that much of a notice instead of just ending the call.

“Babe, come on,” he sighed. You wanted to give in, and not have to tell him how hurt your ego was, but if you let the feelings fester, it would be so much more detrimental.

“Later,” you said. This time, you did not give him a warning, just hung the phone back up on the receiver.

You were most confused that Eddie didn’t think this was a big deal. He was kissing you and looking at another girl. Pushing you to the side, again, to put his attention on someone else that didn’t need him. You couldn’t help but feel like you were falling through the cracks in his life, and it was soul crushing. He was number one for you, and you were low on the list of people he felt he needed to keep in line.

Eddie had to be in control. If he knew that everyone was okay and that he was a part of that, then he wouldn’t lose anyone. Everyone and everything would stay exactly how it was, which was good. He was so busy concerned with everyone else he didn’t realize that you were dipping under his radar, and treating you less and less like a girlfriend.

When the dust of your mind settled, and you knew the point you wanted to get across, you started walking to Eddie’s. He would be home now, you were sure. And if you needed to leave, then you could. You were going to be the one in control now.

You knocked on the front door, and it opened a moment later. Eddie had the phone tucked between his ear and shoulder, the cord tangled around his wrist.

“I gotta go, okay?” he moved aside and you walked in, sitting in Uncle Wayne’s recliner. There needed to be some physical space between you two for the conversation to stick. You would both melt away if you were caressing or could look too deeply into each other’s eyes. “If you can’t get a ride, just call.” You heard the phone hang up and Eddie came into view in the small living room.

“Hi,” your voice was low. The last time you used it was on the phone with Eddie hours ago. He sat on the couch across from you and leaned his arms on his thighs, immediately starting to tap his foot.

“I am so angry at you, Y/N.” This was not how you expected the conversation to start. Groveling, sniveling, and begging was more in line. “You just left last night! With no explanation or no clue to where you were going. That guy doesn’t even go to our school, he could have been anyone!”

“What are you, my father?” you asked. “I don’t have to report my location to you, Eddie.” He scoffed, sending your blood pressure through the roof.

“I don’t care how pissed off you are, you can’t just do that. And taking our friends along with you? I mean, come on.” That was the last nail in his coffin.

“Oh, we want to talk about everyone else? How about how you walk Chrissy to her door like you just took her out on a date? Or how cute and cuddly you two looked walking in the hallway, whispering in each other's ears? Or how about how you were fucking looking at her when you were kissing me last night?” you stood up and were digging your fingernails into your palms, trying your hardest not to cry.

“Is that what you’re so mad about? Chrissy? We are friends, Y/N, she is doing everything she can to extend an olive branch to you,” he remained seated, hoping to bring down your energy level and contain the conversation.

“Oh my God, no,” you groaned, putting your hands over your face. He wasn’t absorbing a word you were saying. “You are so busy worrying about everyone else that you’re treating them like your girlfriend and me like someone you just met off the street.” Your breathing was getting heavier and your voice caught in your throat. It didn’t feel good to be saying these things, you didn’t want to hurt him, He needed to know how his actions were affecting you.

“What are you talking about? I am always looking out for you all and-”

“You’re supposed to be treating me special, Eddie!” Finally, it came out. You didn’t come with the intention of saying that, you weren’t even sure if you really knew that’s how you were feeling. “You care so deeply about everyone and I am left behind. Don’t let me keep you trapped in this relationship if you just want to be friends.” A tear rolled down your cheek as your deepest fears came to the surface.

“What? Y/N, no,” he got up and kneeled on the floor in front of you, grabbing your hands after you didn’t recoil away. You couldn’t meet his eyes, keeping your stare trained on his fingers slotted between yours.

It was sad that you hadn’t felt this close to him in weeks. Every time you looked at him his eyes were trained on someone else. Dates were cut short to give someone a ride, meals were shared so no one spent their evening alone, and kisses were shared while he was looking at his gorgeous friend.

“I don’t know what to say,” he whispered.

“I just, I need a little more from you. Or just all of you every once in a while, you’re breaking yourself off into pieces to give to everyone and I get what’s left over,” you explained. Finally, you lifted your gaze to look at him, and he was listening along like you were telling him the secret to eternal life.

“Jesus, I’m so sorry. I’ve been horrible to you,” he sighed. You didn’t want to make him feel bad, everything that was making you upset was coming from how much he cared for other people.

“Eddie, you haven’t been horrible.”

“Look at the way I’ve been making you feel. I mean, I love you, and I haven’t been showing you,” he gripped your hands tighter. Your brain went on pause.

He loved you? You two hadn’t spoken those words to each other yet. Eddie didn’t even realize what he had said, just kept rambling on with his apology. No matter how nervous you were to bring everything up to him, you were happy that you did. Even though there were a lot of times where actions spoke so much louder than words, Eddie’s acts of love for everyone in your lives didn’t diminish how he felt for you.

Why had you ever doubted it in the first place? He brought you into his life so fully, letting you take up the space by his side. You learned about his D&D strategies, he was receptive to getting some help in school for maybe the first time ever, and he opened up to you. He didn’t need to make grand, sweeping gestures. The issue wasn’t the wonderful, selfless, enchanting things that he was doing for everyone; the issue was that you didn’t see the meaning in the small things he only did for you.

“-and maybe I just don’t know how to have friends. I’m still learning that and how to be an actual, real boyfriend. I’m sorry,” he said again. You didn’t say anything, just tugged his hands in your direction so he was close enough for you to kiss him.

“I love you, too,” you whispered, pulling away from his shocked face for just a second before going back towards him. You pressed your lips to his in quick succession, trying to get him to respond, but he was frozen.

“I’m confused,” he said once you had put more than an inch of space between you.

“I love how kind you are to everyone in your life, and I’m sorry that I didn’t understand. I love you,” you repeated.

“Jesus, that’s what I thought you said,” he was the one to surge forward this time, collecting you in his arms and moving you closer to the edge of the recliner you were still in. “I’m going to be better,” he promised.

“Me, too,” you brushed his hair out of his face tenderly, and he put his hands over yours again. “I know you weren’t trying to ignore me. You’re not built for that.” A blush reached his cheeks and grew down his neck.

“No, I’m built just for you,” he said. The cheesiness of the line didn’t make you giggle like it normally would, because you believed it now with your entire heart.

“Come on,” you whispered, grabbing his hand and going to his room that you had become familiar with.

The sex you’d been having was fun and boisterous, you didn’t cross into emotional. That was another level you hadn’t reached yet, not until tonight.

Eddie didn’t get the pleasure of taking off your first layer of clothing, you threw off your sweater while you were still in the doorway.

“Let me,” he said when you brought your hands to the bottom hem of your t-shirt. You nodded and he slowly dragged the cotton up your torso, trying to keep eye contact with you until he got the neckline stuck on your necklace. The small blunder took the edge off of the seriousness in the mood, and you laughed until he freed you and you could see him again.

“There you are,” you breathed. He gave you a close-lipped smile, bashful. “My turn.” The hand-me-down flannel he had on was worn-in and impossibly soft. The buttons slipped through their holes like butter despite your shaking hands.

You sat down on the edge of his bed and started to untie the strings on his sweatpants. Eddie had been happy to continue picking them up everytime they dropped below his hips every minute, but he liked when you subconsciously tied and untied the bow when you were relaxing on the couch.

While he was thinking of your gentle hands working the material, he felt them suddenly massaging over the bulge that was not so well hidden by his boxers. The cool air coming from his open window was the only thing stopping him from breaking out into a sweat once those hit the floor, too, and he was fully naked.

Your hand was slow, wanting everything to be as enjoyable as possible. This wasn’t drunk sex after a night with the band, this was making love. There was lube in the drawer, you bought a new tube last week, but you spit as graciously as you could onto your hand, getting the base of his shaft wet while your mouth worked on the rest.

Unlike his voice, Eddie’s whining was high-pitched. Just as you had done for him earlier, he gently moved strands of hair off of your cheeks. He wasn’t concerned with them being in your way, he just wanted to look at you. He could only handle it for a minute.

“Baby, you gotta stop,” he said. You knew it, too, could feel the way his thighs were starting to shake and the amount of precum leaking out of him. He popped out of your mouth, and you were moving backwards on the bed so he could lay over you. The eye contact was intense while he worked on the button of your jeans, but it wasn’t scary. It felt safe.

“I love you,” he pressed the words into your mouth with his. The tension in your body had been displaced, and you were pliant against him. His tongue moved against yours with the same rhythm of where his hand found your chest. You sat up to reach behind you and unclasp your bra, but the moment Eddie was able to fit his hand between your back and the bed, he had already gotten it undone.

Normally, you would have made a comment about him having a suspicious amount of skill and he would have bit back, but the only thing coming out of your mouth was soft groans.

“Please, Eddie,” you begged. For what, you’re not entirely sure. You already had all of him, in any way that you wanted him. He would make sure that was never a doubt in your mind again.

He nodded, knowing what you meant even if you didn’t, and separated from you for just a moment to pull the denim off of your legs, turning them inside out in the process. You shimmied your underwear down your legs in what you were positive was extremely unsexy, but Eddie looked like it was the most R-rated thing he’d ever seen.

His knees hit the floor in front of you for a second time that day, but now instead of taking hold of your hands, he gripped your ankles and hooked them over his shoulders. Chapped lips sponged your thighs equally until there was nothing left to kiss but the middle, and Eddie didn’t hesitate for a second.

You sucked in a breath as his tongue began to wiggle it’s way between your soft folds. One hand was placed on your stomach, keeping you pinned gently to the bed, and the other was sneaking unsuspectingly to join his mouth.

“Oh,” your eyes almost went to the back of your head while Eddie’s were on your face. He tried not to smile, because then he’d have to stop suckling on your clit. Somehow, he was able to apply the same exact pressure as his fingers swiping inside of you, unnecessarily getting you ready for him. There were times when you loved the sting that a lack of foreplay allowed, but his confession relaxed you that you knew he would meet no hesitation.

The both of you could sense that there couldn’t be another minute before you were fully connected, so Eddie made his way back up your body while you reached over to grab a condom from the value box he had gotten.

“It’s a good investment,” he had said when you first saw it, and he was right.

He ripped the packet open with his teeth and shoved his fingers inside much less gently than he had with you. Your feet gently ran up and down his legs, needing to be close to him.

“Okay,” he said softly, leaning over you. His weight was on one arm, while the other snaked between you where you couldn’t see. When the tip of his cock was brought to your entrance, you felt like you were an opposing magnet, being heaved to him.

There wasn’t a hiss, a groan, or a whimper when he pushed into you. You were both relieved, but looking right at each other was all-consuming.

“I love you,” Eddie said, hand that was not supporting him finding a resting place right under the curve of your breast.

“I love you,” you rubbed your nose against his cheek, breaking the spell of his eyes and finally feeling all of the sensation he was bringing.

Slowly, his hips dragged back and forth. You tried to match him but his leg pressed firmly to yours, telling you to stop. He would take care of you.

Nothing had ever felt like this before, so secure and pure. The earth could have opened up beneath you and you don’t think you would have noticed.

“So good,” you nodded, pleasure shooting through your entire body. Eddie didn’t need the assurance, he could feel your body pulling him in. Which was why he was confused when you put your hands on his shoulders, pushing him away.

You really just wanted to flip him over, but when he figured your plan out he maneuvered you so you were in his lap while he sat up. His arms were hugging you close, your chests pressed against one another while you were both trying to adjust to the new position and how deeper Eddie felt.

“Alright?” he asked.

“Perfect,” you nodded, hips starting to twitch with the want to move. You started to move, forcing Eddie to soften his grip on you. He couldn’t hold himself up without losing focus on not finishing this too early, so he allowed himself to flop onto his back. The feeling of your nails instantly digging into his pecs made him think you were nearing the end as well.

“I’m going to cum soon,” he grunted out, not having the mental capacity to have more eloquence. You didn’t either, apparently, because you just grabbed one of his hands and started to rub your clit using his finger.

“Come on, Love,” you panted, and Eddie spilled into the rubber a moment later. The feeling of him throbbing inside of you was what you needed to tip over the edge, and both of your heads went fuzzy with pleasure.

When you returned to clarity, Eddie had a tear coming from each eye. You wiped them away with your thumbs and leaned down to cement it all with a kiss.

“No,” you complained when he gently rolled you onto your side and pulled out of you. He just nodded and kissed you sweetly.

Another word wasn’t spoken for a few minutes. He threw away the condom, and then you took his place in the bathroom to wipe yourself down. He held out a long shirt for you from his drawer and he slipped into clean boxers. You clicked on his radio while he started to pick up and fold your clothes.

You had no clue how you were so blind to his love.

After smoothing over his comforter, you shuffled onto the bed, knowing he’d join you the moment you opened your arms for him. He patted the small pile of your clothes and crawled beside you, pulling you into his chest.

“You’re my favorite person,” he said. “I’m sorry I didn’t make you feel that way.”

“I’m sorry I freaked out. You didn’t deserve that,” you swallowed thickly, the heaviness of your earlier words seeping through your bliss.

“No more apologies,” he decided and you agreed. After a minute of silent hugging, he spoke again. “This isn’t how I wanted to tell you I loved you, you know.” You grinned, a bit of spark coming back into the energy.

“Oh? So you didn’t just blurt it out so I would forgive you and have sex with you?” you teased.

“Of course not,” he laughed, rubbing your arm. “I was going to do something big.”

“Like what? Get the marching band to serenade me? Spell it out in cigarettes?”

“I was thinking take flight lessons and write it in the sky. That way you couldn’t deny it,” he said.

“I would never,” you said, turning to face him. “You’re stuck with me.”

“Thank god.”

#eddie munson #stranger things #st4 #stranger things fic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie smut #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie x you #eddie x fem!reader #stranger things smut #chrissy is my mf girl and even reader wouldn't be mean to her

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adventuringblind · 10 months

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I remember you

Max Verstappen x driver!reader

Genre: sad with a happy ending

Request: yes! I hope you like it as much as I do! I’m open for Max, Charles, Lando, Oscar, Daniel, George, Pierre, and poly relationships. Don’t be shy I don’t judge. I promise.

Summary: Max and reader have been pining after each other for awhile now but haven’t confessed. When an accident changes everything, Max fears he may have missed his change.

Warnings: major accident, description of injuries, pining,

Notes: written in third person

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Masterlist

She’d managed to get the second seat at Redbull. She gets along well with her teammate and she’s managing to keep up with him. Her team is first in the constructors championship. Life couldn’t have been better for her. Until the smoke filled her nostrils and the orange tried to lick at every part of her.

Her road was filled with hard work and she was so proud of herself for making it this far. Starting with alphatauri and finally getting the second Redbull seat.

Her and Max had been friends since she started in formula 1. Though it was obvious there was more to their friendship then they would confess to themselves or each other. Everyone teased them about it. But neither had been able to confront those feelings.

Her having to deal with the already male dominated sport and being asked ridiculous questions. Him defending his title and struggling with how to communicate emotions.

The way the two drove together in sync. Trusting each other to make the right calls. It was a testament to the connection between them.

Outside the track the talked often. Pushing each other, encouraging one another, it was a sight to see for every party involved.

“Are you ever going to confess to her?” Daniel asked Max one afternoon.

Max looked longingly across the garage where you were talking to your engineers. “But things are already so good. I don’t want to ruin it and I’m not sure she feels the same.”

“I just hope you don’t regret it one day, mate.”

It wasn’t even a day later that Max realized Daniel had been right.

She was set to place second, the race closer then you would’ve liked with a few laps to go. She’d been aggressively defending from the Mercedes behind her.

The Mercedes switched to trying an overtake on the outside. The proximity to her far too close for her liking. She thought she’d be given the space. She overestimated.

The confusion quickly over took her senses. One minute she was driving on the track and the next she was spinning. It was so fast she hadn’t even realized her car was in the air. The force of the impact was so great at one point she lost consciousness.

She woke up to her ears ringing and heat dancing around her skin. People screaming her name. She needed to move but couldn’t. The halo of the car had been bent in odd directions, preventing a her from an easy escape.

She tried to keep her panic away but But it was getting harder to breath and the heat was getting more intense. She tried pushing herself a little further out. Grasping at anything that could help her.

She could vaguely hear a familiar voice screaming her name. The copper taste in her mouth getting stronger. Then a hand. Trying to pull her out of the intensifying heat.

Hazy sky started to come into view. Her body trying to succumb to the darkness once again. But his blue eyes wouldn’t let her. Her body limp as he dragged her away from the danger. Why was he so sad? Hadn’t he won the race?

His mouth was saying words she couldn’t hear. Moving her. Trying his best to keep her awake.

Then he was being pulled away. Fighting whoever it was trining to take him away from her. She didn’t want him to leave. Screaming at him not to let her go. It felt that the farther away he got the more her body hurt. The heat pulling her back in again. Hands lifting her back to the sky. She wanted Max back. The cloudiness of her mind clearly picturing him.

It didn’t take long for the darkness to come back.

“How’s she doing” asked Max. It was near the end of the race and he knew she was fighting to keep second.

“She’s fine, just focus on bringing it home.” Came GP’s voice through the radio.

He couldn’t help but check his mirrors every few seconds. Concerned at how close the Mercedes was getting to her car. But he knew she was a fighter and wouldn’t give up easily. He smiled while thinking about her. Maybe Daniel was right. He always talked about living with no regrets.

He’d decided. He would tell you after the race. After she won her fight.

Then it all changed to fast. He saw it happen. Her tire being hit at the perfect angle to send her flying. Tumbling through the gravel. The fire already seen and she hadn’t stopped spinning yet.

He held his breath as he waited. The red flags already out.

“Is she okay GP?” His voice came out panicked. He couldn’t lose her yet. Not before he got to tell her how he feels.

“We don’t know yet.”

His car was pulled over before he could get any farther. Getting out at an inhuman speed and sprinting to where to crash had been.

Her car was melded to the barriers. Halo shifted in odd directions. Fire consuming most of the area at this point. The Marshalls doing their best to put it out.

He knew he was being reckless but he didn’t car. She needed to get out. He could vaguely see her body dangling through the flames.

Max ran over and immediately was trying to grab for her. The Marshalls making to attempt at stopping him. Only spraying where his arms were to help him get her out of the car.

He felt her move. Shoving herself forward. Trying to connect her hand to his. Until finally, they managed.

The heat was becoming unbearable even for him. He quickly tried to pull her body from the car. Weaving her away body through the dented halo. Dragging her farther away from the smoke when he managed to get her out.

He snapped his helmet off, getting breath back into his lungs. Then he snapped off hers. He was yelling her name. Hopefully giving her senses something to hold on to.

Her eyes found his and he immediately was crying in relief. Holding her in his hands. Assessing the damage to her body.

It didn’t take long for the Marshalls to pull him away. Trying to get her into the medical vehicle so they could help her.

He fought them. Every rational part of his brain gone. Needing to stay with her his only priority. Even more so as she reached for him. Softly saying his name. Coughing violently as she did so. Tear staining her cheeks.

Daniel had run to him in the track. Gripping his shoulders and checking over him. Max’s mind was spinning though. Daniels words falling in deaf ears as he led Max away.

Even as they got back to the garage, Daniel didn’t leave. Concern for his friend keeping him posted at his side.

Max did end up winning the race. Only to stand on the podium missing you.

He barely remembers anything about it. Spacing out when Christian drove him to the medical center. The two waiting for any word on the female drivers condition.

Max saw the way blood had pulled into her mouth as she tried to speak to him. The image burned into his brain.

He wanted- no- needed to see her.

So when the doctor finally called her name, he nearly fell over from standing up so fast. The doctor listed every injury she sustained. Including that of major head trauma. Possibly hindering her ability to race ever again.

Max’s hand flew to his mouth. A nausea inducing feeling settling into his stomach. Christian sighed heaving as the doctor walked away. Leaving the two of them be.

“I know it’s hard, but I’ve had to watch you to pine after each other for years. I need you to be strong for her right now. She needs you now more then ever.”

Max could only nod his head. Steeling himself for whatever she needed from him.

As the two walked down to where she was staying, a room in the ICU, he almost cried at the sight. Both in relief and pain for her.

White bandages cover places around her jaw, arms, hands, and chest. Mostly for the burns, a little for her bones. There was a cast around her knee where they had to pop it back into place.

Machines let out a steady beeping sound and wires ran around her bed. A nurse talked her vitals motioned for them to enter.

“She called for someone every time she was awake.” The nurse stated. “It was mumbled but they think the name was Max.”

Christian glanced at Max briefly before turning to look back at the nurse. “Thank you.” Then the nurse turned and left. Leaving them with the sound of their breathing and beeping machines.

Christian patted Max on the shoulder. “I’m going to see how everyone at the garage is doing and report the news.”

Only Max remained at her side. Gently kissing her bandaged hand. Exhaustion taking over his body at some point and falling asleep. His head placed softly next to her.

He woke up an hour to the sound of beeping, only it wasn’t as steady this time. He looked at the woman beside him trying to asses if she was ok. He calmed when he saw her soft smile. Her eyes lighting up at seeing him.

He smiled back. The joy at seeing her awake setting in.

“I don’t remember much, but I remember you.” She rasped. “And I remember loving you for a long time.”

The realization hit him when the doctor meant by head trauma. However, in this moment the girl he loves is alive and just claimed to be in love with him.

“This is actually the first time you’ve said it, but I have also loved you for a long time. And I’ll continue to love you even if you want nothing to do with me.”

He’d help her through this. Even as both of them sat their crying. Then talking about life. He watched her smile through the pain and determined that he never wanted to see you without it again.

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sp0o0kylights · 2 months

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Being from PNW as I am, I really want to do a Polybius AU with Steddie (I just don’t want to write it lmao)

We begin with Eddie being absolutely attached to this growing urban legend. An arcade cabinet shrouded in mysterious gameplay, awash with rumors of kids disappearing or even dying, and men in black “collecting” something from the cabinet every week?

Throw in his own little weird encounter with an arcade game as a kid, one Eddie cannot for the life of him find again and yeah, he’s salivating over this shit.

Hellfire’s tired of hearing about it. This has been Eddie’s white whale since they met him, they’re done listening to him chase down rumors and insist the game was checking for psychic powers in the population. (Or testing a “mind weapon” or six other things.)

He gets met with nothing but groans and complaints when he catches wind that something like Polybius popped up on the west coast, igniting the rumors all over again, but this is a new tale for Hellfire’s freshmen.

They sit, enraptured and asking six million questions, by something everyone but Mike thinks is just some silly bullshit story--but it’s so out there that Lucas and Dustin placate him.

(“Why on earth would Brenner use an arcade cabinet when he was just kidnapping kids at birth Mike, you just want an excuse to see El…”)

Obviously Polybius IRL takes place in Oregon, but let’s say things have grown a bit. Extended, like the growth of a disgusting, pulsing vine, into California.

Will is walking home when his hand flies to the back of his neck, a buzzing overtaking his ears as this weird, black arcade cabinet from a nearby shop seems to slide into his focus.

Slowly, like a camera lens being focused, it pulls him in until El yanks him out of it and he realizes he hasn't been breathing.

Later he tells Mike--because he has to tell someone that isn't Jonathan and isn't El and absolutely isn't his mom-- and Mike absolutely loses his shit.

This, of course, accumulates into a blowup at lunch, in front of the rest of Hellfire.

Who are rolling their eyes because oh God, not only has Eddie infected the freshman with this, they’re now doing that thing they do where they get all secretive and try to talk in code words.

(As if all of Hellfire isn’t aware they think “Mike’s girlfriend” who is about as real to them as Suzie is, has superpowers.

The party is good at a lot of things, but whispering isn’t one of them.)

There's an argument about whether this means Brenner, or someone like him, is collecting kids again and if so, do they have a responsibility to stop it, and that this isn't the Upside Down this is human horror, but what if it is actually the Upside Down, they don’t know--and it goes round and round between the Party in Hawkins and El & Will up in California, via phone calls.

The Hawkins crew decides they need to go to California, together.

They just…have to figure out a way to get there, first.

Will & El on the other hand, decide they can’t wait, because they can save kids.

They can make a difference--prevent this shit from happening in a new location all over again.

El doesn't want to be like Kali anymore, but she understands what Kali was trying to do and she feels that same sort of responsibility to stop what she can.

They disappear.

Jonathan calls everyone he can, frantic, because he thinks Will and El have decided to go back to Hawkins, and his mother just left with Murray to do something she was extremely vague about and Argyle does not have enough weed for this.

If you guessed this accumulates with a Eddie + the Extended Party (Nance/Steve/Robin) going on a road trip you’d be right.

Also they collect Suzie on the way because no one ever uses her in stories and fuck it she’d be fun to bring in.

With them being in California you have Max’s past coming into play, as well as Eddie’s own mystery with the arcade cabinet, everyone crashing together at the Byers house (one bed or no bed either is hilarious for Steddie) and as we left the rest of Hellfire back at Hawkins to try and dodge six million questions about where like, ten people vanished off to (“Uh….camp?”) we get to have some fun there too.

Throw in Eddie’s massive ass crush, “out of Hawkins” Robin + Steve (who is perhaps a lot more chill with things than Eddie realized) and a need to go “undercover” at a gay bar purely for selfish reasons on my end (I want to see Steve flirt shamelessly with men and watch Eddie blue screen bc of it) and you have a lot of fun with the entire groups dynamic.

I don’t have an ending other than Eddie at some point needs to play Polybuis and Steve drapes himself over Eddie’s back, whispering encouragement in his ear as a way to keep him from getting pulled into it the way Will was while the kids work together to kill whatever it is the government's unleashed this time (not Brenner, but instead another branch or faction who took his research and ran) but I’d love to parallel Eddie more to Will, on both the gay and supernatural fronts.

#steddie #honestly polybius is such a perfect little legend for them #also suzie

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leclerced · 4 months

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Its half past 4 am and i need to go to bed too but I’ll squeeze out a final brainrot for us to sleep to

A driver on the way to winning wdc, a ROOKIE no less and after actually winning you get absolutely HATE fucked by max. Thats all i really want in life. Imagine the sexual tension all throughout the season mixed with immense hatred and hes just kidnapping you back to the hotel and letting out all the anger and frustration towards you that build up over the year until you’re completely fucked out and unable to walk for the week. Im talking CRYING from overstimulation here.

That championship may not be his but that pussy sure is now.

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oh my goood. i want her to he a redbull driver bc imagine the drama of them getting a fourth driver’s title in a row like seb did but it’s a rookie instead of max?? the drama. sorry i rambled for like an hr. oopsies i meant to be quick.

can so imagine she’s not expecting to win any races on her debut season but wins on debut and everyone is shocked when she overtakes max and the team allows it, knows they’ll still get the one two finish plus they’ll get the amazing publicity of another first time redbull driver winning on debut, making history as the first female driver winning on debut.

max is furious about it. they're not given team orders which makes it so much worse, she genuinely overtakes him and they warned him she'd be making a move on him but he didn't expect her to successfully pass him or to maintain the lead and fend him off for the rest of the race. he’s not a baby who would demand team orders in his favor, especially when he knows they wouldn’t listen because they want her to win. he’s angry they want her to win. he’s angry he wants her to win and make history like he did. he hates that he was so enthusiastic about having a rookie as a teammate, thinking he’d get to show someone the ropes and all that. but she’s beating him on debut?

it gets better with the next race because he wins and she comes in third, and he feels like everything is falling into place again. until the next race when she gets pole and wins from it, leading every lap with him stuck in third behind charles, a switch-up on the previous weeks podium lineup. it continues like that with them nearly taking each other out a few times fighting for the lead, but somehow they don’t crash out throughout the season.

i can so see them taunting each other behind closed doors, where media won't catch it. also them getting drunk and flirty and pretending it didn't happen the next day. and i can see her being happy no matter what because she's doing so well on her debut season but max is only happy and nice when he wins a race and is leading the championship, so on the nights he wins, they somehow end up together in the back of the vip area of some club, both internally debating if fucking your teammates a good idea.

she wins by a handful of points, only three, and when she’s on the first place podium she shoves that number in his face as she sprays her champagne down on him. he wants to bend her over the podium and make her swallow down his cock instead of the champagne she gulps down. he pushes the thought from his mind when she’s wiping it from her jaw as it drips down her neck and soaks her suit more than charles’s spray already had.

he doesn’t even plan on acting on his pent up fantasies until he bumps into her and charles on his way out and she has the audacity to congratulate him on second in the championship, as if he wasn’t less than half a second away from behind first. as if she wasn’t first. he’s grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from charles, ignoring her questions of where they’re going. she only asks twice before she falls into step next to him, her footsteps faster than his to keep up with his longer stride. she’s got her trophy, the first place race trophy in her hands and he wants to smash it thinking about how he’s going to have to give her his driver’s championship trophy. how they’re going to engrave her name and break the streak of max verstappen signatures crawling up the trophy.

she realizes what’s happening when they get in the car and he puts his hand on her knee once they’re driving then asks if it’s okay and she’s like, “are you asking if it’s okay to touch me or to kidnap me?” and he insists he’s not kidnapping her and she recounts how he grabbed her, led her to his car, opened the passenger door and pushed her inside. he blushes and apologizes, his hand still on her knee and she tells him it’s okay. they get to the hotel and she follows him to his room and neither of them speak until they’re inside and he’d tell her to say red if he needs to stop, and she asks why he would need to stop and he’s like, “well i don’t plan on stopping until you tell me to. so say red when you need me to stop.”

once she agrees he’s kissing her like she’s never been kissed and pushing her against the wall, his hand squeezing her throat and his knee pushing between her thighs. he holds her there until she’s turning away from the kiss for air, and then he steps back and tells her to strip and get on the bed. she’d stare at him for a moment and he grabs her and pushes her towards the bed and snaps at her to get on it. she strips to her underwear and starts getting on the bed and he’d tell her he didn’t say to leave them on and she turns back to him, fully dressed, and tells him to undress too. he tells her he doesn’t need to yet, and she doesn’t get why until she’s almost screaming from her third orgasm back to back. two from his fingers and one from his mouth, and he's still going. hands curled around her thighs to hold her in place.

she's crying and begging him to fuck her, and he's moaning into her pussy that she tastes so good he doesn't want to stop tasting her yet. she loses count on how many orgasm she's had before he's done eating her out, she can't tap out before they've even fucked, but she's so sensitive his tongue lapping on her clit hurts.

when he finally gives in and lines up with her entrance the stretch of his cock in her sensitive cunt nearly makes her black out. he barely lets her adjust before he's fucking her like he won tonight, telling her she looks so pretty when she cries and how good she feels around him. asking her who's making her feel this good and stopping until she begs him to keep going and answers his question. he'd tease her between kisses and hickeys he leaves on her now that she's too fucked out to object, hopes they won't be able to find makeup good enough to cover the bruises he leaves on her throat.

he keeps pulling back from kisses and spitting on his dick fucking in and out of her, saying things she can't understand in dutch, or maybe it's english and she's too fucked out to make sense of his rambling. he'd grasp her jaw when she opens it in a loud moan and hold it open before spitting in it. he'd taunt her with all the passive aggressive remarks she made during the season and when she just moans in response he’d make fun of her for being too fucked out to respond.

and then they don’t see each other over break except for work stuff and nothing happens, she gets her trophy and the exchange goes normally. and then she wins the first race of the season and she gets a repeat of the last race of the last season. after that no matter who finishes the end up in bed together, if she wins he’s angry and takes his frustration out on her, but if he wins they just go at it like rabbits and right for dominance, he’s more playful and less commanding. he’d let her suck his cock for an hour while he tells her how good she’s making him feel, telling her that this is what he deserves; a race win and a cock drunk whore on her knees choking on his cock.

#ask #🫀anon #mv1

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icey--stars · 7 months

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Eris's Fear (Headcanon/Drabble)

In my mind, Eris has a fear of fire because of what Beron did so here are some headcanons relating to that. As well as an extra bit about azris.

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Day 3 of @erisweek2023 (Secrets / Fire)

a/n: still headcanons :) except this one is a secret revolving around fire. this includes azris because it is literally the canon ship in my mind lmAO

WARNINGS: MENTIONS ABUSE/TORTURE THROUGH BURNING, very VERY slight nsfw towards the end.

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Okay so… Eris has a little bit of a “big” secret. It relates to fire, too. How convenient.

Anyway, to put it simply, he is actually terrified of fire. It scares him. He barely is able to use his own without being reminded of the most recent “punishment” from Beron.

Beron traumatized this boy to the MAX alright? He doesn’t like fire. He will literally flinch away from a flame when it comes too near for his comfort (which is usually like a 4ft radius tbh)

Like, the fear started as a child when Beron first started to torture/abuse his son. Flaming whips, burns that are made to spell out letters, flaming oil, flaming daggers- literally everything fire. Beron liked to see Eris’s eyes go wide and scared when he saw fire.

After Beron dies however, Eris still can’t get over his fear. His brothers don’t notice because he’s just that good at hiding it. He’s trained himself to be able to after all.

Even worse though, Eris has been forced to use his fire to hurt his brothers. From this, he fears using literally every bit of his power even when he is forced to. He doesn’t like it.

When he becomes High Lord, all the fire running through his veins makes him feel so utterly terrified which only makes it harder to control.

The first few days of being High Lord definitely had a couple panic attacks because of this.

Even if his fire can’t actually hurt him, it's still terrifying because it's literally Beron’s power.

He tries some self-therapy things like exposure to the flame in his palm, trying to calm himself, but it never does anything. If anything, he felt stupid doing it.

When he loses control during a panic attack and one of his brothers (let’s say Hue) comes to help him out because they care… they get burned and he is even more terrified.

Hue assures him it's perfectly alright since he’s barely even singed, but Eris is cowering in the back of his mind, thinking back to when he actually used his fire to hurt Hue. He remembers and he’s terrified.

Now, let's skip a little bit of enemies to lovers business and talk about azris.

Azriel, obviously, has been burned by fire. Basically everyone knows this. Nobody is surprised when he moves away from a flame subtly. But, the all observant spymaster is confused when he sees Eris doing it for the first time.

Azriel had lit the fireplace in the High Lord’s room because he was cold. Eris had flinched and taken quick steps back toward the couch that was a safe distance away.

Az sees that fear for the first time and instantly knows why. He knew Beron abused him, but he’d been stupid to not assume fire had been included and that Eris might have any fears. It did seem a little stupid that a literal fire lord had a fear of fire, but Az understood better than most.

Eris curls up on the couch and Az comes to sit beside him, whispering softly that it’s alright and that he doesn’t have to be scared. He grabs Eris’s hand in his own, rubbing his thumb across the knuckles gently.

Eris’s gaze, however, is transfixed on the flames.

Poor Az doesn’t really know what to do so he stays silent, letting Eris sit there. Az also apologizes for starting the fire without Eris really knowing (he wasn’t paying attention) and Eris murmurs a little “it’s alright” before going silent again.

Eris eventually snaps out of it, but he ends up crying a little. He tries to hide his tears from Az but the ever keen shadowsinger saw the little drop and opened his arms to hug Eris.

Eris, never having been offered comfort so openly from someone besides his mother, is overtaken by emotion and immediately begins sobbing into Az’s chest.

Az comforts him to the best of his ability, but nobody can stop Eris from being scared of fire. Eris also gets a little worried and thinks Az will tell someone, but the illyrian promises that it's a secret until he’s ready to share it, or a secret forever.

Eris opens up a little bit about his fear of fire.

Az also, naturally, has questions since Eris literally wields fire.

Eris just says that he can wield fire, yes, but he doesn’t like to. You don’t just see him flaunting his fire everywhere. No, most people know it is reserved. Some say he’s hiding his true powers, some say he’s weak.

Az lets Eris rub over his hands and on the scars for a while, letting his love just relax.

One day (much later), Eris shows Az his own burn scars across his back, stomach, thighs- all of it. Most of which had been hidden under a glamor for a while. Naturally, they have sex after and Az worships Eris like he’s a god (which he basically is to Az)

Eris feels just slightly better about his scars after that and honestly, with Az being so calming to his nerves, he doesn’t mind fire as much. Especially when Az asks him to use it to please him in bed. Though, it's still a work in progress for the poor traumatized boy :(

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Btw, feel free to ask more questions about the headcanons <3

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lilyrizzy · 1 year

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omg please share more about paying for it!!! that is a god tier concept. max WOULD objectively love that… loves doing things for daniel, daniel makes him so happy just existing, he wants to be able to repay daniel in ways that count— make sure he’s taken care of, etc.

(thank you anon for sending me number 12! i wrote more for this wip on the notes app on my phone like a year ago lol & then lost it when i had to factory reset - rip. so this is all i actually have of this wip anymore, based on this concept - max and daniel doing a lil sex worker roleplay)

“Maxy,” Daniel says, looking up from his phone. Max can see it’s open on their text thread, like maybe he was about to message Max. “I was beginning to think you’d stood me up.”

Max takes in the sight of him perched on the bar stool. The corkscrew of his curls that fall into his eyes, overdue a cut just the way Max loves. His tanned skin, the lovely curve of his nose. The softness to his eyes as he looks at Max, even though right underneath them are dark circles from the months of uncertainty, of bad race results.

There will never be a universe in which Max wouldn’t reach out, he knows that for certain. No matter what Daniel thinks, or what he says, Max will always want him.

“I have been looking at you since you walked in,” Max blurts out, clumsy. “What is your name?”

Daniel narrows his eyes and frowns at Max, before letting out a laugh that doesn’t sound quite right.

"I’m a bit worried if you don’t-"

No. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go, isn’t how Max imagined it when he tried to think of ways to make Daniel feel good. Max is interrupting before he can finish.

“You are very beautiful,” he tries again. “Do you have a girlfriend, or of course a boyfriend?”

Irritation gives way to confusion on Daniel's features as his mouth snaps shut. Then-

Licking his lips, he looks around the bar, over the top of Max’s shoulder, then over his own. Eventually, his eyes settle again on Max, and there’s something a little better there. Playful.

“Well,” he says, drawing out the word, his accent thicker like it used to get when he would try to impress girls in bars, and Max would look on feeling jealous of the wrong person. “I’m supposed to be meeting my boyfriend, but right now I’m all alone.”

As if punctuating his words, he picks up his drink and drains the glass. Max wants to breathe a sigh of relief but he doesn't think that would be very in character for someone confident enough to pick Daniel up at a bar.

“That is a shame,” he says evenly instead, “If you were my boyfriend, I would never leave you alone in a bar.” He slides into the stool beside Daniel. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Daniel throws his head back and laughs, but this time it’s nice. Like he’s surprised, but flattered, which is exactly how Max wants him to feel. It’s working.

“Sure,” he says with a smirk that makes something in Max’s belly flare hot.

They don’t speak again, not until after the waiter has set down their drinks-- a Gin and Tonic for Max and whatever top shelf whiskey they have for Daniel-- and it’s Daniel breaking the silence.

“Macallan, huh?" As he swirls the glass lazily, "you must really be trying to impress me.”

Max nods, and feeling braver he puts his hand on Daniel’s thigh. Nobody can see them, not underneath the bar top, and so Max is surprised to feel his heart hammering in his throat, even though he’s done this thousands of times before. Put his hands onto Daniel. It feels new suddenly, like the first time all over again. The delicious anticipation of an overtake for first, knowing there’s everything to win or to lose.

“I told you,” he says making sure to keep their eye contact, “I think you are the most beautiful person and I want you.”

It’s the truth now like it’s always been.

Daniel’s’ eyes flick down to the hand Max has on him and then back to his face, which Max can feel is burning red. The upturn of Daniel’s mouth is sly and sexy, like when he backs Max against their kitchen counters and dips his hand into the back of his shorts.

“You think that’s all it takes, mate? An expensive shot of whiskey and I’m yours?”

There's a challenge in his voice, and this is the easy part, because it's something Max has never known how to back down from when it came to Daniel and getting what he wanted.

“How much would it take?” He counters, eyebrows raised.

Daniel leans back on the stool, spreading his legs wide so that the fabric of his trousers pulls tight. “You couldn’t afford me.”

Max’s mouth goes dry, and in his underwear his dick twitches. It’s an effort to make sure the next words come out sounding sure and not croaky, desperate.

“Actually, I am a very famous race car driver,” he manages, “so I think that I could. I would pay anything to have you.”

#i literally googled 'expensive whiskey' for this so shhh if i chose the wrong brand lol #i -like max verstappen- am a gin drinker #sorry it ends right before it gets interesting:/#hope someone likes this!#fic #max/daniel

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Il Predestinato || Charles Leclerc

Summary: Let’s just all pretend that the Monza 2022 GP ended very differently for Charles… Word Count: 1219 words

Even if Charles didn’t want to admit, it the last few weeks had been really hard for him. He had to take one hard blow after the other after his last win back in Austria. To see his biggest rival win every single race while he sometimes struggled to even get on the podium was frustrating to say the least.

Your heart broke every time you looked at his saddened face when he stepped out of the car. You seriously couldn’t understand how he could still speak so positively about the championship in interviews, even after all his multiple losses and the continuous problems with his car.

However this race weekend was different. This was Monza. Ferraris home track. And Charles did not want to disappoint…

“How are feeling babe?” You asked Charles while laying next to him in your hotel room in Milan on Thursday evening.

“Nervous…very nervous. I just want to get everything right this weekend. I can’t fail in front of a huge crowd of Tifosi in Italy”

“I know how important Monza is for you amore mio. But I just want you to understand that even if something happens it’s not your fault and I’ll love you anyways.”

“Yes mon amour and I love you too”

Charles really did keep his word. He was P1 in all three FPs and on Saturday he secured himself the pole position for Sunday. The set up for race day could literally not be better than this.

Sunday morning quickly came around and Charles could not be more stressed. He felt all the pressure on his shoulders. Charles knew he could not make any mistakes today.

You woke up bright and early with Charles on Sunday morning in order to quickly get to the Monza track before the crowd of fans started storming in.

Before Charles could step out of his Ferrari you stopped him, pulling him back by his arm. “Hey amore come here” Charles set back down and turned his body towards you, leaning over the centre console to your side.

You held his face between your hands looking deep into his eyes. “Promise me you will do your very best out there today but don’t push yourself over your limits. Your safety and health come before anything else my love.”

You moved Charles’ face closer into your direction and kissed him. Charles moved one of his hands up to your face, cupping your jaw while sliding his left hand down to your side and squeezing it lightly. Your kiss was not rushed but you both could definitely feel the eyes and lenses of the photographers on you already. You pulled away from his lips and gently wiped the excess of your lip gloss off of Charles’ face.

“I think we should go baby…Good luck for the race today champion”

Charles chuckled while stepping out of the car and taking your hand in his “You can call me champion later when I finish the race mon ange”

After walking through the paddock you and Charles split up and went in separate directions. While he immediately went to the garages to get ready for the race, you went to the Ferrari hospitality to meet up with Isa.

You and Isa started chatting and catching up before it was time to enter the Ferrari garage. A Ferrari staff member handed you and Isa the headsets so you could listen to Charles and Carlos’ race.

The garage was more crowded that usual today. After the usual Ferrari staff members, the room was packed with not only Italian but also international celebrities. Therefore, you and Isa decided to sit at the back of the garage.

The race was nerve wracking from the start: Fortunately Charles and Carlos were able to create a small gap between themselves and the rest of the group, but Max and Checo were still hot on their heels and one small mistake could cost Ferrari their win.

During the multiple yellow flags and risky overtakes you and Isa had gripped each other’s hand for comfort.

When Daniel Ricciardo unfortunately disqualified with only six laps to go, the fear of a finish behind the safety car became genuine in the Ferrari garage. This however did not happen when the yellow flag was removed with three laps left.

You saw how Charles gave his all in the last few laps with the rest of the drivers behind him.

And when the chequered flag was finally swung you could not believe your eyes as you saw Charles passing the finish line before Carlos and Max.

“And finally Charles Leclerc wins in Monza! ‘Il Predestinato’ is the winner of the 2022 Italian Grand Prix! Ferrari is back on top thanks to this terrific drive by Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz! Absolutely incredible! Our Predestinato is back!”

The crowd roared for the two Ferrari drivers, cheering their names so loudly you thought the screams would rupture your eardrums but you could not care less.

You couldn’t hold your tears back any longer and started crying out of pure joy. “Yes Charles yes!” Not only did Charles get the win he so desperately needed after the last few bad races, but he also got it on one of the most important tracks for him, in front of his Tifosi.

You were abruptly shaken from your trance by Isa hugging you while also fighting back tears “I cannot believe it! They did it Y/N. They did so great!” You held onto her so tightly that you thought you might break her.

You suddenly heard Mattia shouting “Y/N! Do you want to congratulate Charles on the radio?” You nodded your head quickly while slowly pulling away from Isa’s tight embrace. One of the strategist on the pit wall handed you their headphones and you quickly took them and sat down on their seat in front of the monitors.

“Charles!! I’m so so so proud of you! I can’t believe it baby you won, you really won! You’ve done it!”

“Y/N? Is it really you? Yes, I won…I can’t believe it either! Thank you so much mon amour!”

The whole Ferrari team – including you and Isa – made their way to the parc ferme to congratulate Charles, who was just stepping out of his car.

Again you couldn’t keep your tears at bay as Charles ran straight into your arms. “I’m still in shock baby you did so well!!” Charles tightened his grip on you and said, “You’re my good luck charm mon ange!” You kissed his helmet and let him move on to hug his team.

Slowly you walked to the podium and waited for the celebrations to start. In the meantime you observed the Tifosi storming onto the track still screaming their lungs out which made you even prouder of Charles’ performance today.

Finally the top three stepped out one after the other, Charles being the last one and obviously taking the highest step. The cheers from the crowd became even louder while everyone sang along to the Monegasque and Italian anthem.

As you looked up at Charles during the Italian anthem you could see that he was already looking at you. You cheesed up at him and mouthed “I love you champion”. Charles smiled back, touched his heart, and winked “I love you too”

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Unexpected. (Finale)

Charles Leclerc x female!F1!driver

Having baby fever so I guess that's the inspiration for this HEHE.

The next few weeks have been spent fooling around and sneaking with Charles. It was thrilling to not get caught and to do it outside of a bedroom. There is no doubt that everyone noticed the difference in behaviour and the sexual tension between the two of them. For the time being, the couple decided to keep things quiet about their new relationship because the media would be too intrusive. That was until six weeks later into their relationship.

“I don’t feel so good,” Y/n muttered as she rubbed her sore chest. In addition, she needs to urinate more frequently than usual. Y/n shook her head and continued stretching for the race, which is starting in just 30 minutes. Although she was supposed to be getting ready in the paddock, she felt something wasn't right. She felt a strong urge not to participate in the race. After shaking off her doubt, she finally entered the race.

Y/n began to feel dizzy after five laps. Her body wasn't feeling right. In spite of the voice shouting at her to continue the race, she slowly slowed down the car. She could see the colours of other race cars passing by, overtaking her. After driving to the side, She turned off the car and got out. She started to taste something sour in her mouth. Her dizziness made it difficult for her to walk properly to the audience. She pointed to a plastic bag a woman was holding and she understood what Y/n wanted. As soon as she had the plastic bag in her hands, she took out her helmet hastily and vomited into the bag. As she slowly lost consciousness, she could see black spots. Y/n felt herself getting taken back to the paddock by a medical car.

“What happened back there?” Y/n’s manager, Vivien, asked her as she paced around the driver’s room. Y/n wrecked her brain, thinking of reasons why she was feeling this way. And then it hit her. The nausea, sore breasts and frequent urination? They were all symptoms of pregnancy. Y/n shakily asked Vivien for pregnancy kits and she could see different expressions run through her manager’s face.

Y/n immediately tested after she received the kits. As she waits, she starts to think of her future. And your secret boyfriend’s. Will he want you now that you are pregnant? Both of your careers were just starting and no one wants to be slowed down. Will she be a good mother to her child? Will she be able to keep up with the expectations around her? Fear, sadness and doubt crept into her heart. She doesn't want to lose what she just earned. In the midst of her thoughts, she hears a knock at the door. She sighed in relief after knowing it was just Vivien.

“So? What’s the update?” She asked, walking over to rub the younger’s back. She took a deep breath before picking up the kits to look at the results.

Charles’ POV:

Finally, after a fierce battle with Max and Lewis, he managed to get P1. He noticed Y/n’s car was at the side of the road so he tried searching for her at the paddock but she was nowhere to be found. He prayed silently that she was safe and alive. He answered some interviews and went to receive the trophy. After celebrating, he made a beeline to Y/n’s room. His mind became alert when he heard sobs coming from her room. He knocked on the door and her manager came out. She smiled softly at him and patted his back before heading out. He was confused but he went in and locked the door.

“Mon amour, what happened? Are you okay-” He stopped midway when he saw the kits. He picked them up and examined them closely. Her cracked voice interrupted his thoughts. “Well? Are you going to say something?” He looked at her and what he saw broke his heart. He pulled her into a hug and gave kisses on her head.

“I love you, no matter what you decide.” After hearing his words, Y/n broke down and wrapped her arms around his body. “I want to keep it” She whispered. The couple stayed in the position before Charles let go and kneeled in front of her. His hands tugged at the helm of her shirt. He lifted it up to look at her stomach and rest one hand on it.

“I’m going to be a dad,”

“And I’m going to be a mom,” Y/n whispered back, running her hands through his hair. Charles suddenly gasped, scaring you in the process. “I think I feel it kick!”

“Baby, it hasn’t even grown yet,” Y/n said, through laughs. Charles frowned and only responded with an ‘oh’. He looked at her and leaned his head on her thighs. “I love you so much,”

“I love you too, Charles."

THE END.

Here are some photos of Charles with children:

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vro0m’s rewatch - 155/310

2015 Canadian GP

Alright. It's round 7 of 2015 and at the time I'm writing this

it’s the halfway mark of our rewatch, race 155 out of 310 of Lewis' career! 🎉🎉🎉

We don't have a full broadcast but I read that asked about the pit stop mistake in Monaco Lewis said he "couldn't care less" as it was in the past and he was focused about the future.

I've discovered on YouTube that Mercedes used to do preview videos of the GP at the time already and it's kinda whack and Lewis has a terrible haircut in it lol.

Lewis is on pole yet again ahead of Nico. It's his 44th pole! Behind them it's weirdly Raikkonen and not Seb alongside Valtteri. Then it's Grosjean, Maldonado, Hulkenberg, Kvyat, Ricciardo and Perez. Where's Seb? Oh he's down in 18th with a 5 place grid penalty. He apparently overtook someone under red flags during the third FP. Max, if you remember from the last race, also had a grid penalty because of his crash in Monaco. He received an additional 10 place penalty as the team had to put him in his 5th internal combustion engine. He's 19th, but he qualified in 12th so he received a 10 second penalty to be served during his first pit stop to make up for the grid places as they dismissed the 2014 rule that made them carry out the rest of such penalties in the next race. It's Jenson in 20th though. He couldn't set a time in Q1 because his PU gave up on him in FP3. They had to replace it and it also put him over the limit for the year so he was handed both a 10 place and a 5 place grid penalty. As he was already starting last it was changed into a drive through penalty to be served in the first 3 laps of the race.

Well now I'm adding prerace then. So Lewis' smile is back, thankfully! But they do a joint interview with Nico and last time that happened the vibes were awful so let's see if the smile lasts. Lewis says he's enjoyed the weekend, thanks to the fans, great vibes. Nico says the start is the greatest opportunity but if it doesn't work, there will be others. Lewis says Montréal is always special for him as that's where he won his first GP. They point out signs the fans are waving and Lewis says he's even seen a Grenadian flag. That's all.

Later in the broadcast, Brundle highlights that Lewis once again used the bad times as a source of energy rather than frustration. (What it takes for him to do so I cannot personally fathom.) Johnny says there's no connection between Lewis and Nico as translated by their body language. He points out that Lewis gets a lot of cheering from the fans and Nico not so much. (We talked about that in the 2014 reviews, remember?) And he thinks that's also where he derives energy.

There's a long Bernie interview that I refuse to listen to. It's globally an incredibly dull build-up.

Formation lap

And they're racing!

Good start from Lewis. The others drop in line behind him. At the end of the first lap he's out of Nico's DRS range. Jenson serves his drive-through. Seb is speeding up the field, up in P14 on lap 5. Oh but unfortunately he finds himself stuck in a 6.6 pit stop a couple of laps later…

On lap 10, Lewis is 2.7 seconds ahead of Nico. The rest of the top 10 goes Raikkonen, Valtteri, Grosjean, Hulkenberg, Maldonado, Kvyat, Perez, and Ricciardo. Verstappen is P16, Seb is P17, and Jenson is P18. And Max overtakes Nasr for P15. However, the fastest lap now goes to Seb!

It's quite boring so far actually.

On lap 20, the gap to Lewis is 3.9. The top 10 hasn't changed much although Kvyat is up in P7 now, ahead of Massa, Perez and Daniel. There's now a potentially catastrophic 3-way battle for P14 between Verstappen, Alonso and Seb. Let's see how that goes. Well Seb is now calling for his team to check his car as he touched Alonso while trying to overtake so. Not great. On the third attack, though, Alonso has to yield. On lap 22, Lewis laps Jenson, and Seb overtakes Max. Then Raikkonen pits and Nico is told to push hard. Oh and Raikkonen spun! All on his own, almost a full donut, with the smoke and all. Valtteri doesn't get a good stop, 4.8, but he's still ahead of Raikkonen. And Lewis comes in. It's a good one, 2.8.

That puts Nico 14 seconds in the lead on lap 30 before his own stop. Then of course Lewis, Valtteri is wayyy down, then Raikkonen, Massa, Grosjean, Seb is up in P7! Maldonado, Hulkenberg, and Verstappen is currently P10 although he hasn't pitted yet and has a 10 second stop and go penalty to serve. Nico pits. Lewis is back in the lead, although with a flat spot due to a lock up. The gap is 2.3. For some reason, Lewis is losing time. Crofty thinks it's due to Alonso coming out of his pit stop just in front of Lewis which might have slowed him down a bit. We'll see. But Nico gets the DRS from Alonso and gets even closer. Seb pits again.

Oh a groundhog! (Forgot to gif it lol can’t be arsed to do it now)

Lewis has picked up the pace and on top of it, Nico has been told that brake wear is getting critical and he has to lift and coast for 10 laps. Massa finally pits, he's probably gonna one stop. He's out ahead of Seb who sets the fastest lap.

On lap 40 though, Nico is gaining on Lewis again. The gap is down to 1.4. Ted says Lewis has been given a fuel warning and told to lift and coast now so he doesn't have to do so at the end. Behind them it's now Valtteri, then, ahead of Raikkonen. Grosjean is P5, then it's Maldonado, Hulkenberg, Seb in P8, Massa in P9 and Kvyat in P10. Brundle thinks Toto and Niki looked very concerned in a short view we got from them and wonders if the Mercs are having issues. I don't think they looked particularly worried. Raikkonen pits. Bono tells Lewis Nico is safe on fuel but critical on the brakes. Seb makes contact with Hulkenberg as he tries to overtake him, or the other way around. Anyway Seb is getting away as Hulkenberg is facing the wrong way. On the radio Seb asks where Hulkenberg is. "I did not touch him," he says. I find it difficult to say on the replays but the commentators immediately agree that he did in fact not touch him and Hulkenberg spun because he caught on the curb. Hulkenberg says they would have collided if he didn't move. Nico gained a couple of tenths more on Lewis but he's reminded again to manage the brakes for the time being as it will allow them to fight later on. And Alonso retires! Lack of power, he said.

On lap 50, we see Nico go wide in a corner as he avoids locking up his tyres. It puts some distance between him and Lewis. It's still Valtteri in P3 and Raikkonen in P4. Grosjean is currently in the pits along a Marussia I think? They must have made contact as these do not look like planned stops. That puts Maldonado in P5, ahead of Seb, Massa, Hulkenberg and Kvyat, oh and on the replay it's 100% Grosjean's fault. He overtook the Marussia and got in front of him too quickly, puncturing his left rear with the right side of the other's front wing. Crofty points out he's looking the wrong way during the maneuver, his head being turned to the right when he should be looking to the left to check that he's past him. On the radio, he says "He hit me! He hit me!" Nope. He did not. He gets a 5 second time penalty. And Jenson is called in to retire the car as well. Meanwhile Bono tells Lewis everything looks good and to keep going. He's pulling a gap again. But then he's told he needs to do "a little" of lift and coast to buy himself a bit more of a margin at the end. Lewis asks how much is a little and Bono says 50 meters.

It's lap 60, 10 to go. Nico is 1.7 behind but that fight is about to begin, surely. Then it's still Valtteri and Raikkonen followed by Seb in P5, then Maldonado, Magnussen, Hulkenberg, Kvyat and Grosjean. At the front, as soon as Nico closes on Lewis, Lewis goes faster. The gap is down to 1.4 though. Lewis locks up! Nico asks "how does he look on fuel" and his engineer says he can't answer. It's indeed against the rules now.

5 laps to go. The gap is up to 2.4! Easy. 2 laps from the end, as the gap is 3.7, Lewis is told again to lift and coast "100 metres". Lewis says he thought he was safe on fuel. Bono explains when he starts pushing the consumption "does ramp up". There must have been another message because then we hear Lewis say "Bono, I'm lift and coasting, please leave me to it." I love that he calls him by his name a lot over the radio. It makes it intimate. Most of the others don't do that. Toto is laughing on camera and Niki then pretend-kisses him as he ducks away. What is going on in this garage.

Final lap.

And it's the end of the race!

Lewis wins, Nico P2, Valtteri P3.

Lewis is going around extremely slowly as he's told by the team to stop the car because he's running out of fuel. Brundle points out the team is stressed out enough that we didn't hear any celebrations over radio. Listen. Listen. Please. If he loses the win over lack of fuel I'm gonna yell.

Oh wait, why am I just now learning that Valtteri was (is?) managed by Toto? They're saying Ferrari is possibly looking to sign him.

Niki says he can't complain about anything. They both drove very well.

Nico fist bumps the camera, then congratulates Lewis.

Valtteri asks Nico about his brakes.

Ted gets to do the podium interviews and Brundle and Crofty very much give him kudos for that although they also joke he was frantically looking for a jacket earlier.

Ted seems to have found a jacket indeed. Lewis says he loves Montréal, he loves the track and the city, it's his 4th win here. Lewis says he personally - although he thinks he speaks for the team - wants to dedicate the win to Bono's father. He says it must have been a tough weekend for him but he was amazing and helped him win today. Ted asks how tough and close it was with Nico. Lewis says he feels like he didn't have the best balance, lots of understeer but he didn't feel too much under pressure. Nico was quick but he felt like he had it under control and had a bit of time in his pocket to put it out if he needed to. He says it was a great race, he doesn't know how it felt to watch, but it felt intense to him (ngl Lewis I've seen better but yeah it was kinda close, I guess). Ted asks if he feels he needed this after Monaco. Lewis looks to the crowd "did I need this?" he smiles. The crowd roads. "I think so," he says with a chuckle. He thanks the fans, incredible support, etc.

Nico says it was a challenging race, they both had a lot to manage. It was close but Lewis didn't make a mistake so fair play.

Lewis gets the last word. Ted says he can see the union jacks and also the Grenadian flag out there. He chuckles. The crowd starts chanting his name. Ted finishes his question : does he feel the momentum back with him and what is he gonna do tonight? He says the support has honestly been incredible, loads of british flags, he points out the Grenadian flag, a Barbadian flag. He says he's so grateful. As he said the team has done a great job so he's proud to be up here and his first gp win was here.

That's it for the broadcast, but I've found this fan video on YouTube in which you can see him climb the fence to wave to the fans

After reviewing the images, Grosjean admitted that the collision with the Marussia was clearly his fault and apologised.

Postrace content! Toto's interview is not interesting apart from him saying he thinks the pit wall calls were faultless that weekend "so we are not always idiots."

Lewis is smiling. He felt like he was in control. Nico was quick but he could manage it. Bono was doing a great job informing him of what was happening during the race.

She asks about fuel saving, which he says was never critical. He says there were 2 possibilities, to push now for the gap and later on fuel save or the other way around. The problem with the first one is when you have less rubber on the tyres you lose temperature and the brakes lose temperature and you lose pace. So he saved fuel right then so he could push later and that's when Nico came close but he was able to save fuel while keeping him out of the DRS zone. She says they wondered if he'd started with less fuel because usually he uses less fuel in the race than Nico and Nico didn't have to save fuel today. He says no, they had new engines and he says his was "guzzling more" at other points of the weekend just due to settings. Even when he was doing lift and coast he was using more fuel, he says. He also says around here when you're behind someone you get the slipstream and so you use less fuel. (I wonder if it's true. Why is it dirty air sometimes and slipstream sometimes?) (I later read that it has to do with straights VS. corners btw) She asks about winning now as opposed to the bad weekend he had before etc. He says that even though the result in Monaco was disappointing, the weekend was pretty amazing. Here they had slightly less pace than he'd hoped but he's grateful he got both the pole and the win. Amazing job by the team. He says it's mixed emotions in the team because Bono lost a relative (we know it was his father) earlier the previous week. "So it's been an incredibly tough weekend for him to be here, just focused and, you know, just not a blink from him, you know, this weekend he's been so dedicated to making sure we won and I'm incredibly grateful for that."

About the podiums interviews Ted says the only times he's been more nervous was :

Just before his French A Levels ("I knew I was gonna fail, and I did")

Just before he got married

Also they keep making jokes about how boring that race was, all of them, even Toto. Ted says even after the champagne moment the drivers are buzzing. He could see it in Lewis' eyes and describes it as a "real emotion" and "slightly wild look". He says he seemed very happy and that the tension he could perceive since Monaco had drained away. He describes him pointing people in the crowd like the models (among which was indeed Gigi Hadid and Ted wonders quickly whether she's his new girlfriend) but also the people waving Grenadian flags. Ted also says it stank of champagne.

Indeed in his interview Nico doesn't talk about the slipstream but rather the dirty air he got from Lewis which raised the temperatures on his car.

The Merc team is getting ready for their photo. Bono is right at the front by Lewis' side.

We'll get another interview with Lewis. But he's busy climbing the fences (as we saw in the fan video), signing autographs, getting his photo taken a billion times, holding hands and smiling. Another ad break later he's still with the fans lol. They're chanting his name here and there. He’s chain signing. This girl is trying to take a photo with him which he'll do but twice he has to push her arm away because she's trying to put it around his shoulders and you know he doesn't do that. It seems so overwhelming, how do you choose who you stop for and who you don't? Damn this is going on for so long lol.

The skysports journalists are still waiting to talk to him but he has to get to the engineers meeting as well so they walk. He says it was fantastic and immediately changes the subject to talk about the support he gets. "All the Mercedes caps and the flags!" he says. "I'm so happy!"

He says it's fantastic for him to be in Canada. "First of, the weather's always great, the track's fantastic." He takes a break to shake Brundle's hand. "And the support I have here is always amazing." He reiterates he didn't feel threatened by Nico, even though he didn't have the perfect balance. He already has to bounce to his meeting.

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isabellabrodar · 2 years

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enemy to lover vibes

max verstappen x reader imagine

“you need to calm down, holy shit. i get that this is important and i 100% believe that it was his fault also, but you need to stop.” the whole crew had cleared out of the room, leaving you two alone.

“he knew i could overtake him, that fucking coward.” max was still in his racing suit, pacing around his dressing room and cursing the person who just took him out of the italian grand prix.

“you need to pull yourself together. be the bigger man and show the people that you won’t be bested by tactics like that.” it could cost him the championship though and i knew that.

“okay, let’s go. i want to get this over with.” he didn’t wait to see whether I followed him but just went through the door, outside to where the press already waited, cameras rolling and reporters hungry for answers.

“max verstappen with us now, good to see you again. please tell us about today. obviously it didn’t end as you might have wanted.” the blonde journalist handed a microphone over to max and waited patiently for him to answer the question.

“well no. we were on the way to get into a better position but that didn’t happen and of course zero points is not something that we wanted as a team.” he looked clearly aggravated and his look towards me on his left meant that he was already done with media today.

“i won’t bother you much longer, max. but when you mention the team, did they have any opinions about you almost driving on top of hamilton today?”

she knew exactly what she was doing with that question, her hungry look focused on my face, as I grabbed max’s arm, hoping he wouldn’t bomb this.

“i mean they weren’t happy that it cost them points but if you’re that stupid on the racetrack, you shouldn’t be surprised to be caught by or under a car.” he finished the sentence and gave the microphone back to the media team, instantly turning around and leaving. i hurried behind him, trying to keep my mouth shut as best as i could, but as soon as the cameras were far enough away i couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“in what world was that pulled together? what the fuck max? i know you don’t care that much about what they think, but it is important for the team’s image. you cannot drop something like that, shit.” he was facing me, his expression hardened, his eyes looking directly into mine. i was staring at him in desperation, trying to understand how he could be so reckless.

“they will now think you did it on purpose. no one will want to think that it could’ve been lewis’ fault as well.” my voice was still filled with anger, matching the dutch temper in front of me.

“you’ll figure something out, you always do.” a sarcastic smile was now plastered on his face as he padded my shoulder and turned around.

i wanted to yell at him again, tell him how angry he makes me. but i just followed him to the paddock, grabbing my laptop, starting to think of a way to make this right.

we left italy the next day, flying straight to england in ordern to thoroughly prep for the race at silverstone. i stayed at the same hotel as the other drivers and crew members and joined them on their first trip to the paddock for training and tactic talks. i walked into the conference room silently, taking my seat next to max, who was already having a rather cheerful conversation with horner.

“great job with the media yesterday, y/n. really saved his ass with those tweets.” christian smiled at me as he got up and walked out of the room after waving goodbye.

“yeah, really saved my ass.” max replied in a tone almost dripping of sarcasm. i ignored him, knowing that responding would only start another fight that i didn’t want to have. the rest of the crew found their way in and after about an hour it was time to practice and plan out some content and interviews for the week.

sunday came faster than expected and everyone was already in the garage, prepping the car and talking to max one last time before he would start the race. it was important to win today, but it was lewis’ home race so we knew it would be difficult.

i watched max as he pulled the helmet over his head, his look already focused on the car and his mind dead set on the track. everyone went silent as he got into the car, starting the engine and leaving the garage. i took a seat in front of the monitors, headphones in my ear so i could hear the radio.

the race started of alright, with hamilton on pole and max right behind him, we knew that it would become interesting soon. and then came the moment where everyone held their breath, all of the noise was drowned out and the only thing i could hear was my own puls. he was about to overtake the mercedes, it was a clear thing, but lewis didn’t take the usual route, he went more on the outside of the corner, pushing the red bull driver out of the track and hitting him in the process. the car went straight into the wall, over 100mph suddenly seeming like slow motion.

“max are you there? max are you ok?” i could here the concern in the engineers voice over the radio. he was followed by silence and i still couldn’t breath, i couldn’t stop imagining the worst until we finally got a response.

“fuck.” He groaned, obviously in pain. “yeah i am ok, fuck.” I didn’t see the dutch driver get out of the car, i was already running out of the back of the garage, making my way to the exit were the medical staff would be.

he appeared about 5 minutes later, accompanied by two medics talking to him. his eyes found mine and i couldn’t help but yell.

“max what the fuck was that? i thought, i thought that was it. you went in the wall so fast I didn’t even see…are you really not hurt? did they check properly?” but i didn’t get to finish my rant, his arms came around me, his thick race suit almost suffocating me, but i didn’t care. i buried my face in his neck, taking a deep breath for the first time since hamilton’s car had touched his.

max’ arms were still around me, holding my shoulders and pressing me into him when i heard more of the staff come outside. i don’t know why but I really didn’t want to push him away. i took a step back, taking a look at his face again, a stern expression showing that he was also still in shock.

“max lets get you to the hospital just to check for a concussion and then we’ll talk later” horners instructions were clear, so i turned around after one last look to check if he was whole and left to grab my stuff at the paddock. with max gone, it was now my turn to talk to the press and i had never been this nervous to do just that.

“how is he? we only heard the radio so please tell us what happened.” the reporter had handed me a microphone before hand and was now waiting for an answer.

“max is being brought to the hospital. they are sure that he’s fine but want to check anyways, you never know with a concussion or maybe the ribs.” it took me a second to form the first sentence.

“and can we also talk about this moment right here?” the monitor next to me turned on and what i saw left me speechless. it was the scene after the crash, were max walked of the track and landed in my arms. it was hard to miss the fact that it looked like a very intimate moment and it was flustering to see the way that he held me from another perspective. i couldn’t ignore the tingling that I felt in my chest as i breathed in and collected my thoughts.

“well, i mean it was a serious crash and when you spend that much time with the crew obviously you are very invested. and even if you’re not friends, a moment like that can still shock you, i guess the fans behind the tv would agree.” i finished with a small, nervous chuckle and ended the interview, not wanting to say more stupid things.

i didn’t dare visit him at the hospital and i also didn’t attend the meetings the next day, explaining that i had too much work to do which I could do better on my own. what i really needed to do was to get it together. the reaction i had to his crash was not normal. and yes, i always found him incredibly hot when he stepped out of his car and ran around in the unzipped race suit. but he also aggravated me so much that i just couldn’t think of him as more than my colleague.

the week went by surprisingly uneventful. there were no more comments about our hug and max handled the media day quite well, which kept our interaction to a minimum.

max was still in the lead for the drivers championship, but with starting only on p3 the prospects for the saudi arabia gran prix weren’t as good as the team needed them to be. the red bull driver had still managed to overtake both bottas and hamilton, making him take the lead in the race. but of course that would be to easy. max received a penalty and being forced to give back his position to hamilton he tried to let him through, stopping only a little bit until the mercedes driver behind him touched the red bull car. it was actually a bit funny to listen to max verstappen rage over the radio, the occasional dutch swear word flying around, but when he couldn’t gain back his position at the front, i knew the press conference afterwards wouldn’t be fun.

i was waiting in his dressing room, looking at the first articles about the race today, when he stormed in and slammed the door shut behind him.

“please tell me you’re extremely happy about p2 and the press conference later is going to he awesome” he didn’t even look at me or pretend to think about an answer when he started to kick the wall.

“i am not going to tell you to calm down but i’ll leave now. gonna talk to some reporters, tell them not to ask dumb questions.” my voice was quiet as i hopped off the massage table and went for the door.

“i’ll be outside in a moment.”

i had just finished explaining to the sky sports reporter that he would arrive shortly when i felt max’ hand on my lower back. he walked around me, grabbed one of the microphones and started answering the questions. he didn’t cuss once, stating that hamilton driving into his car could’ve happened to anyone and then politely mentioned that he has to get going. i was utterly confused, only able to stare after him when he left the media pit.

i went back to the hotel soon after that, wanting to post some of the behind the scenes shots fron the day and message one of the online magazines. a couple hours later i got a text from daniel. we hadn’t really been in contact much the past couple of months, him being busy with the races and me being busy with damage control during the championship fight. but when he asked me whether i wanted to join them for drinks at a bar later, i was more than happy to say yes. i got ready right after, throwing on one if my new dresses, a green silk one with little lace cutouts under the chest. it wasn’t too much, paired with sneakers and a black coat over it, the outfit actually looked quite nice. once i payed the uber driver and set foot in the bar i was surprised to see daniel sitting in a booth with both lando and max. i took of my coat as i approached them.

“y/n awesome to see you! i am glad that you could make it.” the aussie accent felt as warm as the hug daniel gave me. he sat back down and i waved at lando, who then pointed to the seat in front of him, the empty spot right next to max.

“sit down, lets order another round of shots.” the young brit started to wave at a waitress and daniel started to look at the menu to decide what he’s going to get.

“fancy seeing you here mr. verstappen. didn’t expect that.” i placed my coat on the bench to my right and turned to my left to look at max who looked surprisingly happy.

“why not celebrate a great race like today.” his voice also sounded quite happy, but the way that he pressed his lips into a small line when he pretended to grin, made me see his anger.

we ordered a couple of shots and I drowned two glasses of wine. i could already feel the alcohol making my head spin a little and I had to really concentrate on my words. i had just started to talk to lando about the race today when another round of shots was brought to the table. max was currently looking at the bar, talking to daniel about some movie that they had seen.

“i mean i am quite happy with p10, at least daniel here had a little more success.” lando ended the sentence with a small laugh and i couldn’t help but smile.

“yeah well and at least you didn’t have to break check someone.” the whisper came out louder than intended so i quickly grabbed the shot glass and drowned the liquor. suddenly i felt a hand on my left thigh. i didn’t need to look in order to know who’s it was. i was stunned, my head spinning even faster than before, the heat from his hand spreading into my stomach, making me inhale deeply. i took another sip of the wine in front of me do drown out the warmth i felt in my core when max squeezed my leg and started to run small circles around my skin with his thumb.

him and daniel were still talking about that movie but lando had left the table to get more drinks. i couldn’t focus anymore, the small movement on my leg, barely above my knee was driving me insane and i hated it.

“excuse me guys, i need to call my mum, i forgot to tell her that we’re staying in england until tuesday.” i could’ve slapped myself for an excuse as stupid as that, but i needed to get away in order to breath properly again.so i left and went towards the bathrooms, not going in, just standing in the hallway, staring at my phone and thinking about what the hell was going on. after what felt like only a couple of seconds he was standing in front of me, his facial expression not signaling anything.

“i am sorry, i shouldn’t have done that.” his voice was quiet, his dutch accent thick due to the alcohol in his system.

“ i…i just don’t know what to say. What the actual fuck is going on with you?” i put my phone in my pocket and crossed my arms in front of my chest, still standing against the wall and trying to steady myself.

“i hate the way you make me feel. i hate that you always try to control me and what i say.” he was now standing closer in front of me, my arms still crossed but his chest now against them too.

“well i hate the way you talk shit all the time and make my job harder. how hard is it to control yourself huh?” it wasn’t easy to get all these words out, my breathing became quicker and quicker. i couldn’t stop staring at him, his eyes, his nose, down at his lips. my focus stayed there as he grabbed my arms and whispered in my ear.

“i was fucking angry after the race. But when i saw you in the dressing room i could only think about what it felt like to have you in my arms. and i don’t know what the fuck that is because you irritate me like crazy, especially with your little remarks. but i want you.”

it felt like a knot inside me became untied, the buzzing that had before mainly happened in my head was now focused in my core.

when he pulled back his head from my ear and looked me in the eyes again, i couldn’t help myself. i grabbed his shoulders with both my hands and pulled him into me, placing my lips onto his. his hands immediately found my hips, pulling me even closer to his body.

i had completely lost control, the feeling of his lips moving against mine and his tongue moving caused a small moan to escape my lips. i could feel him smile, so i kissed him harder, one of my hands now in his dirty blonde hair.

his hands found their way to my butt and with one swift motion he hoisted me up, having me wrap my legs around his body.

“i…we…we need to go somewhere else.” the panting made the words nearly unintelligible but he knew what i meant. his lips found mine again, kissing with a hunger that apparently neither of us could explain. the feeling of his arms around me was as intoxicating as the alcohol before and everything else was drowned out. he started to move us away from the wall, probably about to go into on of the bathrooms when i heard that aussie accent again.

“eyo max did you want another…” he didn’t finish his question. i pulled my head back as max placed me on the ground. i straightened my dress and walked right passed daniel, leaving the guys behind and keeping my head low as i walked over to the table. it was hard to concentrate and not run into anybody, both the shock and the liquor messing with my brain. but i found my coat, mumbling a quick goodbye to lando who looked utterly confused and left the bar.

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definitely not 100% happy with this, but i feel like if i made it longer and explained more (focus on the characters themselves) it would make more sense

maybe p2 maybe just continue this one, i am not sure

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alltoolewis · 3 years

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30 with lando pls

"Ride me."- Lando Norris.

Summary- you and lando celebrate his highest placing poduim after you comfort his nerves before the Italian grand prix....

Words- 1808...

(Warnings- Alot of fluff & smut! 18+! You've been warned!)

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You couldn't believe how quickly it all flew by. It felt like just yesterday when you met him... you the new photographer for McLaren, who didn't have a clue about F1, moving away from everything you knew to travel round the world taking pictures of cars worth more than your credit card & him, the new rookie, who had so much confidence on the track but who had near to none when it came to speaking to women... until you came along & And now here you were... 3 years later, moved in together, traveling the world doing the thing both of you loved & what a better way than doing that together.

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Your hands trembled just looking at him pacing the room,you could tell he was nervous.. I mean who wouldn't be, starting P3 in one of the most anticipated races of the calendar....

"Baby your making me dizzy" you giggled,slowly making your way over to him as he reaches for your clammy hand.

"Im sorry" he sighed, leaning into your touch as you pulled him closer "just nervous... I mean with all the pressure of me and danny starting up the grid & McLaren not having the season they hoped for, its just getting to me.. and you-" stopping himself, he looked deep into your eyes and for the first time you could see the panic and fear glossing his eyes like smoke...

"Im what baby?" You whispered, gently tracing your fingers though his newly combed locks, an action that you knew relaxed him...

"Your here..."

Confusion washed over you gently let go of him, taking a step back to watch his new fear wash over him..

"I can stay back here lando... if I'm the one making you nervous... I'm sure they wont mind me sitting out on this one, they have so many talented photographers, they won't miss m-"

Put of nowhere lando pulled you closer, locking your lips with his, taking all the unnecessary words out of your mouth.

"I'll miss you" lando mumbled against your lips, before pulling away pushing your forehead against yours...

"Your not the issue baby.. its just I know how dangerous this track is & I just don't want you to see anything that you shouldn't.... I couldn't cope with mysel-"

This time is was you to interrupt him, lifting up his chin to meet your.

"Lando I know the drill.... its not my first rodeo baby, every race is a dangerous one... I knew what I signed up for the minute I started falling in love with you & guess what... I dont regret one bit & you know why...?"

"Why?" He whispered, voice full of uncertainty.

"Because you.." you sighed, locking your lips with him again "are the best driver on that grid and you I've never been more proud of anything or anyone in my life.... your gonna be okay... and im gonna be right there for here for you, together forever eh?" You say, smirking as you see his face light up at your words, reaching out for your outstretched hand, locking your fingers as he repeated your words..

"Together forever"...

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"How many more laps left??" You sighed, hands beginning to tremble as you looked at the monitor, lando dropping down to 6th after his pit.

"26" zac sighed as he sat next you, placing a hand on your knee "hes doing well you know.... he a supers-"

However zak never got to finish his praise as gasps fill the garage, looking up to see Max's car ontop of Lewis's. Heart skipping a beat as you realised just how close it was to being lando...

"I have to go- I... what if it was him.. he was so close to them he was only a second away... what if" you whispered all the possible scenerios as tear filled your eyes, causing zac to pull you closer...

"Listen... you can't live your life with what ifs (y/n).. it could of been him but guess what it wasn't andd look where he is know!" He smiles looking up at the monitor just as lando overtakes Charles, reaching p2.

"I mean you could leave... but Together forever I heard?" Zac smirks as he places a headset on your knee as he gets up to get back to his place... "just in case you want to pop in and check up on him... you stresshead"

As the lap count increased, so did your heart rate, as you seen lando still at p2 with 1 lap to go and a 2 second gap between him and perez. Hands hesitating to pick up the headset that remained on your knee like a safety blanket. Only picking it up as the mclaren garage erupts in applause, not only has lando picked up his highest ever poduim but Daniel won!

'Lets fucking go lads' lando screeches as you place the headset on, zac giving you a little nod, letting you know you can talk to him.

"Baby" you whisper through the mic, voice trembling with pride and emotion.

"(Y/n)!!! We did it! We fucking did it!!" Lando screams as he makes his way to the last corner..

"We lando?!? I didn't do anything but hid behind zac the whole time" causing lando to chuckle before the set goes dead and the garage yet again erupts... letting you know the mclarens have parked up.

Lando was the first one out, immediately running over to zac and the rest of the team, and although you could tell he was ecstatic, apart of you knew that he was gonna be disappointed about not getting p1... but he's a team player & at the end of the day thats all that matters.

After the hugs from the team, it was your turn to be pulled into your sweaty boyfriends arms, in the biggest bear hug you've ever been given.

"I'm sooo proud of you baby" you whisper, running your hand through is wet locks. Tears welling your eyes for what felt like the 50th time today.

"I love you so much" he screamed, picking your feet of the ground as he twirled you around, so fast you would of sworn he would of got the fastest lap!

"And by the way" he smirks, locking your lips with his "theres no me without you...."

However your sweet moment was inturpted as you get rudely pulled away from eachother by a certain ecstatic Australian....

"Alright love birds, plenty of that later" grabbing lando by the shoulders, pushing him towards the poduims "continue that later please, me and loverboy here have a shoey to do"

Your heart melts as you hear landos laugh, even from 10 meters away, but nothing made your race more than seeing him mouth the words anyone would dream about hearing.....

"Cant wait too rip them clothes off".....

And by lord did he keep his promise, not even being able to close the door before your 'mclaren 4' tshirt was pulled from your body.

"Ive been dying to do this from the moment I crossed that line" lando groaned as he pushed against the wall, using all his last energy, locking his lips with yours. Tounges fighting for dominance as he unhooks your bra, throwing it carelessly across the room.

Before you knew it you thrown on the bed, just as carelessly as your long forgotten bra.

"How the fuck did I get this lucky" lando moaned as he hovers over your already shaken body, eyes gazing over your bare body, filling with not only with lust but love....

Sitting up you, you lock your lips again....

"I should be saying that too you.." you mumble against his mouth, flipping your body ontop of his as your hands trace down his bare chest.

"Ahh taking in charge I see" he smirks, throwing his arms at the back of his head, as your unbutton his belt, seeing his hard cock push against the poorly made cotton.

"Only the best for my champion" you whisper, pulling down the last layer before getting to work. Lips locking over the tip, as you look straight in his eyes, making sure he can see the collection of pre-come of your tounge as it traces on his tip.

"Fuck doll..." lando wheezed as your hand goes up and down his shaft, his hands pulling your hair back as you take him deeper down your throat. His groans filling the room as your eyes welled up for a different reason this time as you feel his tip against the back of your throat, however you didnt have time to enjoy your meal for any longer as he pulls you away. Leaning down, he latches your lips to his, moaning as he tastes himself on your tounge.

"Dont want to finish in your mouth"

Laying back down, throwing one of your legs over his waist causing you to straddle him....

"Ride me." He demands, and like the good girl you were you took no time to fulfill his needs. Pulling out a condom from under the pillow he wa layed on..

"Dont judge me.. i knew this was gonna happen"

Lando chuckled as you slipped the condom on him, positioning yourself before sinking on him, Causing both of your breaths to hitch...

"Fuck (y/n)... how the fuck are you still this tight after 3 years of fucking you" lando moaned as your hips start to rock against his waist, finding your familiar rhythm as his hands find your waist. The sound of skin slapping could only be heard, as you allowed him to fill you up.

"Fuck lando" you yell throwing your hand back as he places his hand on your clit, matching the rhythm of your hips "dont stop" you scream as he picks up the pace.

Using his free hand to continue guiding your hips on his cock, pushing his hips up to meet yours.

Moans filled the air, both of you knowing full well that the rest of the mclaren could hear your 'private celebration' however neither you seemed to care as your screams filled up the room.

"Im so close" you sigh as lando continues to meet your hips half way, leaning down to meet his lips.

"Me too baby... fuck me too"

Without out any more warnings, lando let go, feeling his seed fill up the condom that was still thrusting inside you.

"Come on baby let go" lando yelled, hand moving faster against your clit as he, attaches onto your sensitive tits. Something that he knew could bring you to cum hust on its own...

"Fuck!!!" You scream as the pleasure washes over you, collapsing on his chest as you both tried to catch your breath.

"I love you so much" he whispered as he pulled your swollen lips into one last kiss..

"I love you too lando" you whispered back, leaning back into his chest as he begins to comb his fingers through your hair, a action that after 3 years of love he knew would instantly put you to sleep... and like everything that boy does, he never fails...

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lightsovermonaco · 3 years

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His Good Sweater: Chapter 16

Masterlist

Thanks to @acollectionofficsandshit for being my bestie and beta reading! This would have never happened without her ❤ Make sure you read Roman Profile, set in the same universe!

Word Count: 6.3k

Recommended song: “The Thrill” by Wiz Khalifa & Empire of the Sun

Your Saturday gets off to a great start when you spot Sylvie lurking in the corner of the garage. The woman pointedly raises an eyebrow at you when she notices you, the simple action setting you on edge. You glare at her in return, having none of it while Pierre suits up.

"Take care of this for me, will you?" Pierre places his cap backwards on your head. You smile, adjusting it so it's out of your eyes.

"I will." You glance over his shoulder before chastely kissing his cheek. You'd deal with Sylvie later; Pierre didn't need any distractions when he was about to get out on track.

"Nope, not acceptable." Pierre kisses your lips, completely unaware of the shit you'd likely catch as soon as he was gone because of it.

You sigh and take half a step back. Having none of it, Pierre places a knuckle under your chin, tipping your face towards him.

"Sylvie making you nervous?" The pad of his thumb sweeping over your jaw gives you something solid to focus on. "I can ask her to leave if she is."

You shake your head. "Not nervous, no. But she's getting under my skin."

Pierre sets down his helmet and waves off Pyry who tries to shove it back in his hands, prepared to address the matter and hash out a solution immediately. "What's going on?"

"It's not a big deal," you try, "I can tell you after practice. You've only got a few minutes until lights out."

"I want to know now, mon amour."

Fighting was pointless. He would stand here until you spilled the beans so you might as well get it over with so he could get out on track. "Fine. Sylvie cornered me Thursday and asked me to lay low this weekend because of some interview you did. She gave me a copy of it but I didn't read it. She said it's bad for your image to be seen doting on me when you've got races to win."

Pierre blinks, head swiveling in slow motion. Sylvie watches your interaction like a hawk, waiting for either of you to slip up. "And you kept this to yourself?"

"I didn't want to distract you. You've got a job to do." A blush creeps up your neck and settles on the apples of your cheeks. "Sylvie was mad enough at me, I didn't want her in your face too."

A muscle in his jaw ticks. "That's bullshit. I stood up for you. That's why she's pissed. I told them you were just as important to me as racing."

Your heart somersaults in your chest. "You said that in an interview? Pierre, that's-"

Pierre drops Sylvie's stare and meets yours. "I love you and I won't apologize for it. I don't have time to talk to her now though- are you okay being here with her until after practice?"

"I'll be okay as long as you top the time charts," you tell him, a smile playing on your lips. When you'd gotten back together you had told yourself nothing would come between the two of you again, up to and including nosy PR agents who couldn't keep their hands out of your business.

"I will, just for you." Helmet in hand, he pecks your cheek before heading to the car. Pierre shoots Sylvie a glare and says something to Pyry before clambering into the car.

Pyry doesn't leave your side for the entirety of practice, chasing off Sylvie each time she tries to approach you. Pierre nearly tops the charts, sitting second fastest on the famed street circuit. Only Max clocked a faster time, which didn't surprise anyone. Pierre's side of the garage erupts when he is wheeled inside and is met with claps on the back and wide smiles from his team.

Confidence radiates from him as he peels off his helmet and thanks his team. A grin from ear to ear splits his face as he makes his way to you before he even bothers to unzip his suit. Before you know it he's swept you in his arms and planted a kiss on your lips.

"It's not first, but I'll take second if you're waiting here when I get back."

"It's only practice," you remind him, swiping away a bead of sweat from his neck with the pad of your thumb. "But you drive like that for quali in a few hours and you might get your first pole."

"What did I tell you?" Sylvie hisses, ruining the moment and sending you crashing back to earth.

Instead of falling into line, Pierre's grip on your waist tightens. "Leave her alone, Sylvie."

"This isn't good for you," the woman insists. "People are saying you've gone soft-"

"I don't care what they say. My results speak for themselves." And they did. Second fastest today in practice, despite Monaco being a track that Pierre generally had a poor record at. "When I start slipping to the back of the pack you can talk to me about it. But even then it's out of your wheelhouse. I don't care what the gossip columns have to say about me-"

Pierre breaks off and you can see the pieces clicking in his head. "You've never cared either, not even when I got demoted. Horner put you up to this, didn't he?"

Sylvie straightens under the weight of Pierre's question, good enough as giving him an answer. "I have a job to do."

"And so do I." His words freeze over, his attitude icy. "How about you back off and let me do it? I don't need another person breathing down my neck. And she certainly doesn't either. And you know what? I'll make you a deal. If I win tomorrow, you leave us alone and keep your nose out of my personal life."

"You'll thank me when your name is out of the tabloids." Bewildered, you stare after her until Pierre's lips meet your temple, the simple gesture sending a tingle down your spine.

"I wish it was easier for us," you murmur, placing a hand on his broad chest as if you were the only two in the garage. "But as long as I have you, it's worth the fight."

"Don't let it get to you. You make me a better racer, no matter what anyone says. You taught me that I have something to fight for. You're the one that picks me up when I don't think I can make it. Without you, I probably would've blown my chance at taking seventh in the championship."

"And I'm the one that tells you when it's time to get your ass back in the car and race your heart out." You grin up at him, not caring for a second who was watching this time when you kiss him. "I expect you to be a pole sitter next time you're back in this garage. I might have already told my mom it was happening, so don't make me a liar."

"If I take pole, will you wear my cap again tonight? Just my cap?"

"That could be arranged."

**********

Pierre may not have taken pole, but qualifying fifth was more than enough reason to treat him to fulfilling his request. With only the Red Bulls, Charles and Hamilton ahead of him, you were confident he could at minimum hold his position, and at best his team would come up with a strategy that saw him undercut one or two of the guys ahead and put him on the podium.

As usual, Pierre gets to the circuit a few hours early to clear his head and walk the track one last time. Since it’s not a mandatory part of his race preparation, you take the opportunity to walk with him. The clouds part just enough for the sun to shine down on him, practically glowing in the light. Apparently not even the celestial bodies were immune to his beauty, coming out solely to appease him. Your gaze eats up the curve of his throat as he tips his head back to enjoy the golden rays warming his skin.

“Beau Rivage,” he murmurs as you come up to the right hand bend. “One of the few spots for overtaking, if you’re lucky.” Pierre studies the pavement, noting where patches of gravel had built up and toeing them with his shoe. His commitment was something to behold; not even Max could be bothered with a track walk on Wednesday, and forget about waking up with the dawn to participate in an optional one on race day.

Pierre was different though, throwing himself into the sport and refusing to commit anything less than a hundred percent. That commitment was one of the things that had drawn you to him in the first place and continued to be something you admired. You missed him when you were apart, but hearing the thrill in his voice when he spoke about racing lines or braking points never failed to remind you that he was living his dream and you would never stand in his way.

You thread your fingers through his, soaking it in as he walks you through the track. This wasn’t an opportunity you had often and you were determined to embrace and enjoy it.

“Massenette and Casino Square. This braking zone is tricky, if you go too wide you’ll lose seconds of time and probably a good chunk of your front wing, unless by some miracle you miss the barrier.”

Having little to offer to his assessment, you rest your head on his shoulder as you walk. You try to see the track through his eyes, picturing the cockpit around you as you attempt to pick out an adequate braking point.

You continue on in amiable silence, stopping once or twice so Pierre can take pictures with fans and chat with them. Eventually you come to a corner you recognize, one of the most infamous.

“I know this one.” You puff out your chest, holding an imaginary microphone to your lips. “The Lowes hairpin. Slowest corner on the calendar. The cars decelerate to 65 kph, a feat achieved nowhere else.”

Pierre throws his head back and laughs, making your heart stutter. You never wanted to go another day without hearing the full-bellied sound, rich and rife with more happiness than should be humanly possible. “You only know that because Crofty and Brundle bring that up every race, don’t you?”

“Maybe.” You beam back at him when he shakes his head, the action more to say I knew it than to express disappointment. Because he could never be disappointed in you, especially not for taking an interest in what he loved. You tended to queue up archived races to listen to in the background as you studied, meaning it was inevitable that some of the quips from the commentators rubbed off on you sooner or later.

“Now this is my favorite,” Pierre says, adjusting his cap to keep the sun out of his eyes.

“The swimming pool chicaines? Why?” They were considered boring by most racers, flat out but navigable by muscle memory if you’d had enough practice.

Pierre’s self assured grin leaves you in a puddle on the pavement. “Cause I’ll be jumping in that pool today, and I’m taking you with me.”

"I don't think so." You point to the hoodie you wore, one that you had stolen from his closet ages ago and since refused to give back under any circumstances. "I'm in irreplaceable gear. I don't want to ruin it."

Pierre rolls his eyes, dropping your hand in favor of slinging an arm around your shoulders. "I love it when you wear my clothes. My hat yesterday, my hoodie today, anything really. I love having that claim on you."

"If only I could get you to wear some of mine," you muse as the pit boxes come into view.

"If you ask nicely, I'd consider it."

The garage is thrumming with anticipation before Pierre even enters. Checo’s engine penalty is all anyone can talk about, his subsequent start from the pit lane meant Pierre would effectively move up a place and start fourth.

Pierre is whisked away as soon as Tost spots him, the warm old man greeting you before stealing your boyfriend away. You know your way around well enough to be comfortable, staking out your spot along the back wall to observe the team's preparations. The early wake up call was quickly catching up with you however, your lack of movement causing you to stifle a yawn with the back of your hand.

"You look like you could use a coffee."

A young woman about your age steps into your line of sight and holds out a steaming foam cup. "Er, sure, thanks."

"Alana," she says, sticking her hand out for you to shake. "I'm one of the junior engineers for the team. I've seen you around once or twice, I figured it was about time I introduced myself."

"Thank you for the coffee, Alana." You lift the cup in mock salute and take a sip, the contents rich and flavorful. "I swear, I don't know what you guys lace this with, but it's addictive as hell."

The two of you share a laugh that earns you a few confused glances. "I think we're gonna be great friends," she says, tapping her own cup against yours. "It's nice to see another woman around the paddock. Sometimes it gets a little testosterone heavy."

You nod, taking another swig. You can practically feel the caffeine working, already a little more alert than you were minutes ago.

"It's great luck."

"Pierre moving up a place?"

Alana laughs, her ponytail swaying as she shakes her head. "No, I meant you being able to attend the race. You picked the best weekend to be trackside, the podium celebrations are the best."

Pierre startles you by snaking an arm around your waist and planting a kiss on your cheek.

"There's our star," Alana says, her smile bright and optimistic. "Better bring your team another trophy! The next one is going in the engineering department, they already have a little plaque made up and everything. I can see it right from my desk."

"Oh I'll bring one home," he replies, his hand casually grazing your ass as he moves to stand beside you. "I already promised her I would and I'm a man of my word."

"I know you will."

"You have those time tables I asked about?"

"They're in the engineering suite." Alana hooks a thumb over her shoulder and smiles at you. "You're welcome to come back with us. He concentrates better when you're around anyway."

"Are you sure?" Red Bull never let you anywhere near proprietary data. You and any of Max's guests had always been corralled into the vip suite with the occasional venture down into the garage when they were wrapping up.

"You're part of the family," Alana explains as if it was obvious. "Of course I'm sure."

Pierre grins and gives your hand an encouraging squeeze. His team knew he wanted you near and they were willing to bend the rules to make it happen. "We'll try not to bore you to death."

You sit through a half hour worth of numbers and codes you didn't understand, your arm slung around the back of Pierre's chair. He offers tidbits and asks questions while Alana and the other engineers walk him through scenarios, ensuring he has everything down. The way he spoke was quite possibly the hottest thing you've ever had the pleasure of witnessing, aside from post race Pierre with his sweaty hair sticking up in every direction and an adrenaline infused smile on his red cheeks.

Before you know it the two of you are ushered off to his driver's room, Pierre changing into his fireproofs and suit while you treat yourself to some of the snacks lying about. Pyry knocks just as Pierre zips his suit up to his chin.

"Hunt 'em down," you say, resting your forehead to his and stealing a moment for the two of you.

"Always do."

And god, does he ever.

Ten laps in, Hamilton is complaining about the balance of his Mercedes, the gap between himself and Max is only a few seconds and rapidly decreasing. The headphones you wear allow you to catch snips of driver radio and team communications, and you gather that Hamilton is slowly losing power. No one is sure if it's an electronics issue or an engine issue but they aren't complaining either.

Flawless pit stops from most teams see little shift in track positions, Pierre still holding fast to P4 a little over halfway through the seventy eight laps. Alpha's stellar strategy sees him rejoin fifth after sliding into the pits for a set of mediums to take him to the end of the race.

"Gap to Norris three seconds ahead," comes the voice in your ear.

Pierre clings tight to the rear of Lando's papaya McLaren ahead, using DRS to his advantage and practically toying with the younger racer, waiting for the opportunity to strike.

Three short laps later, Pierre skirts around the McLaren at Beau Rivage and reclaims fourth.

Hamilton's ability to stretch tire performance to the maximum means he gets ten more laps before he's in the pits, Max closing in on his track position. The Mercedes crew stumbles, the pit stop more than twice as long as it should be, and Hamilton rejoins fourth.

"In the podium places," Pierre's engineer states.

Seconds later, white smoke pours from Max's Red Bull and he pulls off, causing a yellow flag and bunching up the pack.

P2, with only the Ferrari standing between Pierre and a win.

"Easy pickings Pierre, choose your moment."

Your heart pounds and your nails bite into your palms as Pierre goes around the outside at the hairpin, the entire garage shouting when he somehow gets away clean and the Monegasque backs off enough for Pierre to take the lead.

"P1 mate, two laps to go, two laps."

Pierre's brisk copy tells you all you need to know. He wasn't about to let this win slip through his fingers. Neck craned up at the screen, you watch as Pierre fights tooth and nail to fend off his friend, gasping audibly when a slight lockup nearly causes the two to collide around a chicane.

When he crosses the line, all you hear is a staticy scream.

Pierre Gasly, you are a Monaco Grand Prix winner!

It almost doesn't feel real how everyone around you begins jostling for the podium, their momentum carrying you along. A combination of luck and skill had seen him skyrocket to the top.

When you finally catch a glimpse of him in parc ferme, he stands atop the halo, arms spread wide amongst the deafening cheers of both Red Bull sister teams. Pressed between sweaty bodies, his team all push to the front to be the ones to congratulate him.

You blink back hot tears. Pierre had fought incredibly hard to be on that top step, not just today but the entire season. Being demoted from Red Bull last year had been a backhanded blow, one that when coupled with his insistence on going back to the team in the future had warranted a feeding frenzy of media that ebbed and flowed as rumors surfaced. He'd been under the microscope ever since, struggling to keep his head above water but managing to come out on top.

Someone pushes you forward just as he takes off his helmet, his grin wild and unrestrained. Your mouth is open, his name on the tip of your tongue when a hand closes around your arm.

"This isn't your moment," Sylive says, near shouting to be heard over the roar. "No one wants to see you up there in the frame. This is his podium, let the media see that."

This woman really wanted to be knocked out, didn't she?

"He just won the prix." Dumbfounded at her audacity, you shake your head. "Leave us alone, he won."

"He could win the championship and I would still tell you to back off. There's hundreds of cameras out there, do you even have it in you to hold yourself together when they're all flashing at you?"

If she had asked you that question a few months ago, the answer would have been no, absolutely not. Now that you'd been to hell and back it was an entirely different story. You could walk through the throng and come out the other side unscathed if you had your best friend and partner at your side. He would shield you for the worst of it, be their punching back in order to make the burden bearable.

"Sylvie, if you don't get your hands off me-"

"Oh, sure," she says, releasing you with a smile. "He's already gone anyway. I only needed a minute."

Brow furrowed, you investigate her claim to find the truth of it. Pierre was already being herded away towards the podium, toweling off the residual sweat and setting his helmet on the provided stand. He throws one last glance over his shoulder before climbing the steps to the podium, his baby blue eyes cloudy when they should have been sunny.

Pierre's team principal calls your name as the boys take their places on the steps, gesturing for you to join him at the barriers. "Where were you? He was looking for you."

"No, I know," you start, shaking your head and gazing up at your racer. "Sylvie has it in her head that I shouldn't be photographed with him-"

"Say no more," Tost says, then pauses as the crowd claps. "I've never liked her."

"You and me both," you say under your breath as the anthems play.

Pierre's hungry gaze scours the crowd for you, hands folded neatly behind his back while he bounces on his feet. When he finally spots you in Tost's shadow his shoulders straighten the tiniest bit, like he had been half expecting you to be absent. The pride in his posture is reflected in your smile, a fact that he picks up on and leverages to shine even brighter.

Absently, you register the shutter of a camera going off as you beam up at Pierre. Your winner locks eyes with you before popping the cork of his champagne and spraying his fellow podium sitters, Daniel and Charles, before taking a long swig. Daniel blows a kiss to his girlfriend who mimes catching it and tucking it away while Pierre simply wraps Charles in an embrace, marveling in their first shared Formula 1 podium.

Pierre is surprisingly the first to leave, stalking off with his trophy and bottle in hand before the cameras have even stopped rolling. You track his progress, the crowd slowing him like he was a marble trying to sink through molasses. His thanks are short, his smile tight as he makes his way to you, eyes locked on his target and utterly unwilling to yield.

You meet him at the barrier which you still haven't been allowed to cross thanks to security taking their job far too seriously. Pierre doesn't care, tucking his trophy under his arm and unhooking a section so that you can slip through.

A laugh bubbles out of you when he wraps you in a bone crushing hug, lifting you off your feet and spinning in circles. Taking his face in your hands you kiss him passionately, wholly aware of the cameras on you. This was your moment to share with him; your universe had narrowed to his arms around you and the sweat-slick skin beneath your fingers.

"Congratulations," you murmur against his lips. "How's it feel to be a Monaco grand prix winner?"

"Better now that I've gotten to hear you say it." The brim of his Pirelli cap gets in the way when he tries to kiss you again and he turns it around.

"You gonna celebrate tonight, race winner?" The endearment works just as you had wanted it to, pride and something more primal flashing in his eyes.

His voice drops, his wicked grin already causing heat to pool in your core. "I have a few ideas."

"Me too." Now that the crowd has disappeared somewhat, you grow bold and nip at his lower lip. It sends a thrill through you to rile him up so publicly, his fingers tightening on your hips in surprise.

"Mon amour, you stop that right now." The slight shake in his voice betrays his true feelings. "I still have to weigh in and debrief."

"Maybe I want you thinking of me while you're there." You wrap your arms around his neck, grinning when he gulps. "Thinking of all the things I'll let you do when you get back to the apartment. Charles will be gone all night partying with Ferrari, I'm sure. We'll have the place to ourselves."

"We've got a full night ahead of us." He grins, tongue darting out over his lips. "We've got the winners dinner too."

You tip your head to the side. "Winners dinner? I don't-"

Someone calls his name and you both look in their direction. A race official, clearly fed up with your little display of love, waves Pierre over.

"Duty calls." Reluctantly, Pierre sets you back on your feet and passes off the champagne before he retreats to answer questions or whatever it was the official needed from him.

Watching him walk away, all you can think about is getting him back to the apartment. But first, you'd drag it out as much as he'd let you.

*********

Pierre spends the entirety of the debrief locked in an unending battle between thinking of you in compromising positions and actually giving feedback to his team. It wasn't his fault that you planted the seed in his mind; he couldn't help but expand on what your dirty little lips had whispered in his ear once he finally found you after the podium.

"Okay, I think that's all we have. See you all at the pool in an hour," Alina says, and Pierre practically rips off his headset and sprints back to his driver's room. He bursts in without stopping to knock, earning him a yelp as you drop your phone on your face.

"Ow. A warning would be nice."

"I don't care," Pierre breathes, locking the door behind him and crossing to where you lay on the couch in a few long strides. "I've got an hour till I'm due to make an appearance for the cameras at the pool, care to make it memorable?"

"Oh, I don't know." You pick your phone back up and continue scrolling through it after giving him a once over. Leaving his race suit on and half undone served dual purposes: he didn't have to change again before the photo op at the pool and it drove you crazy. Apparently, his plan hadn't worked as well as he had hoped. "I kinda like seeing you all worked up."

"Come on," he practically whines, dropping to his knees to meet your glinting eyes. "Please?"

"I think you can wait." The corners of your mouth tug up and it's all he can do to resist leaning forward dragging your full bottom lip between his teeth. Energy still thrums through him, the adrenaline not yet faded.

Noting his stare, you roll your eyes. "Okay, one kiss-"

He doesn't let you finish, leaping on the opportunity to get a tiny sliver of what he wants. His tongue prods your lip and he groans when you open and allow him to explore. Hands glide over your hips while yours find his shoulders, nails digging in through the thin material of his fireproofs. Without breaking the kiss Pierre slots himself above you, a leg on either side of yours and caging your head between his forearms where they rest on the arm of the couch.

When he grinds his hips against yours in search of any sort of relief, you turn your head to the side. Pierre doesn't care, simply trailing hot, open mouthed kisses down your neck. The building could be burning to the ground around him and he wouldn't move, too enraptured by you to be bothered.

"Pierre, my love, be patient." You push lightly at his chest and he finally breaks away, chest heaving. God, he needed you. Hadn’t stopped thinking about you once since he crossed that finish line in first. "Where's that unwavering self restraint you show on the track?"

"I'm not racing." He possessed no self restraint when it came to you. In your presence every sane thought flew out the window, replaced by the sound of your laugh and the shape your mouth made when you said his name.

"Waiting makes it sweeter," you tease, the phrase jangling something loose in his brain. He had said the same thing months ago when your roles had been reversed. If he could go back in time and slap himself upside the head for uttering those words, he would.

Pierre sits up with a huff and pulls you into his lap. "No fair. I just won a race, at Monaco no less, and you're gonna tell me I have to wait when you're sitting here looking perfectly edible?"

You tip your head back and laugh. "I am, because I know you'll enjoy it more tonight."

"But we have the drivers dinner too-"

You put a finger to his lips, which he immediately bites softly. "Be patient. I know you can do it, big boy."

Pierre groans, squeezing his eyes shut and letting his head fall forward to rest on your sternum. "I'm going to remember this."

Your traitorous fingers wind in his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. "How about a massage while you wait, hmm? Would that calm some of this energy you've got built up?"

"No," he grumbles, pressing a kiss to your chest. "That'll make it worse."

"Well then I think it's a perfect idea." Pierre makes you work for it, forcing you to peel his hands off your hips one at a time before you can stand. "Fireproofs off and on your tummy, come on then."

Pierre obeys, eagerly tossing his shirt across the room. He knew he'd regret it and your teasing would leave his head spinning, but anything that got him closer to you was acceptable.

"Lay down."

The command stirs something in his chest. He kisses you once before pillowing his arms under his head and allowing you to straddle his thighs. Your knuckles work at the stiff cords of muscle along his spine and he doesn't tamp down on the small noises of pleasure that start in the back of his throat. Once in a while you lean forward to press a kiss to his bare back, each one setting off a chain reaction in him that goes straight to his cock.

When you reach the base of his spine, he goes completely limp under your fingers. "Merde," he whispers, both a plea and a praise. "Right there, baby."

Something had been digging into his back during the race and it caused a knot to form by his left hip. A low moan escapes him before he can stop it and you hum in approval.

"Feels good, doesn't it?"

"So good," is all he manages to get out around the noise in his brain. His head is filled with your touch, reducing him to ash beneath you. You work at the spot until it's pliable, sweeping your thumb over it once more for good measure. You finish up with his back and move to his arms, dancing over the swells of muscle like you'd been a masseuse your entire life.

"God, where did you even learn this? You're better than Pyry."

"YouTube. And that's because it's different when it's someone you love versus your trainer. I can drag it out and let you enjoy it more."

He's completely lost track of time when the alarm on his phone goes off, signaling the end of this current round of torture.

"You know you're coming with me to the pool," Pierre says matter of factly as you climb off him. He stands and rolls his shoulders, bouncing on his toes. "I feel like a brand new man."

You guide his fireproof shirt back over his head after retrieving it from wherever you'd tossed it earlier. You zip his race suit up with a wink that almost makes hims say fuck it and miss the event entirely. "Glad I could be of assistance."

Hand in hand, Pierre leads you through the paddock and falls in with the Alpha team as they head for the swimming pool. Being around his crew again brings the excitement of his win back to the surface and he's practically buzzing with it by the time they arrive at the gate. Journalists, photographers and a few of his fellow drivers mingle about the packed space, some of them clapping him on the back and offering praise. None of it truly registers until Max, usually hot-headed after a DNF like he had suffered today, pulls him in for a hug.

"Great racing, mate. You deserved that one, that's for sure."

"You better play nice with him next year Max." You wag your finger at the Dutchman, earning you a chuckle. "Or I'll have to take matters into my own hands."

"Now that's something I'd pay to see: you versus Christian Horner. A mighty fight."

Not wanting to jinx it, Pierre doesn’t comment on your confidence that he’ll be on Max’s team next year. His win today had seen him move up comfortably into eighth, and he was closing in on Lando quickly. As long as he played his cards right and finished higher up in the points, he was starting to think he could pull it off.

Pierre doesn't note Sylvie's approach until she clears her throat and all three of you turn in tandem. Pierre picks up on the way your demeanor instantly shifts from light and playful to defensive and he puts himself between the two of you.

"Photo op time."

"Right yeah." Pierre squeezes your hand in farewell and follows Sylvie to where a spot has been cleared at the head end. Standing there before the water, Daniel's dramatic belly flop comes to mind and Pierre knows he has to top that celebration or he'll never hear the end of it.

Someone- maybe you, he couldn't quite tell- starts a chant of his name, growing louder and louder until it reaches a fever pitch. His cheeks hurt from smiling so wide and he spreads his arms, his head falling back and eyes sliding shut as he lets the chant wash over him. Letting it sink in that he stood on the top step of the podium at the most legendary track in Formula 1, his name now joining the likes of Senna and Schumacher as Monaco grand prix winners.

He's drunk on it, on the screams and the shouts and the general feeling of being on top of the world and being untouchable.

Head dizzy, he searches for you, shooting you a wink when he spots you crouched right on the edge of the pool. God, you were gorgeous, wearing his hoodie with his logo splashed across the front and your cheeks flushed from the height of the moment.

Pierre takes a few steps back and gets a running start to leap into the pool, tucking his knees to his chest and cannonballing in. The water closes over his head and everything is dull for a split second before he pushes off the bottom and surfaces, cheers assaulting his senses in the best way.

Laughing, he shakes out his hair and poses for a few of the cameras pointed at him. In that moment he doesn't care what Sylvie or Christian or anyone for that matter thinks, all he wants is to share this euphoria with you, for you to be enthralled by it as he is.

The waterlogged suit makes it hard to swim but he manages, crossing to you and pushing off the concrete lip of the pool to capture your lips. Your hands immediately fly to cup his jaw as hoots and hollers surround the two of you as he irrevocably tells the world that you're his.

Alpha crew members take the kiss as their cue to jump in, splashing you with water as you laugh. Pierre doesn't give you a chance to protest, rising up and wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you in with him.

You squeal in his arms, shoving against his chest as you both laugh. "Pierre!" His name on your tongue does nothing to dampen the feel of your waterlogged body against his, nowhere near as chastising as he knew you'd tried to sound. He loves you more than ever at that moment, wants to live here on this Sunday forever, replaying the past twelve hours for the rest of his life.

Celebrations continue around him, but he has eyes only for you. He studies the way your nose scrunches up when Alana splashes you and how droplets of water catch on your eyelashes.

Reaching out, he tucks a wet lock of hair behind your ear, garnering your attention. You ruffle Pierre's hair and he knows that you're just as caught up as he is.

Placing a hand on the back of your neck, he draws you in for another long, drawn out kiss. “You’re my trophy.”

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