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heliads · 1 year
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All in the Words
Based on this request: "race and some of the newsies are hanging out with yn and yn is acting all tough. They keep trying to make her drop that attitude by making jokes, and race flirts with her as a joke. Yn gets all nervous and blushy so he just keeps going thinking its adorable until yn fires back and he kinda dies"
me when i flirt with someone and they instantly perish
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Dawn comes and goes, and you are not there to see it. Normally, this would fill you with more than a small amount of fear– miss your morning schedule, and you’ll be hours behind when it comes to selling newspapers. Newsies live in the daylight hours, shouting slogans and catchy headlines as long as there are still people out on the street who can see enough to hand you coins. It does make it difficult to get up so early each morning, but it’s not like you have a ton of options otherwise.
Yet when you open your eyes this morning and see not sunrise but a well established day, you feel not a bit displeased with yourself. After all, why should you? Today, as it turns out, all newsies across the city will have a day off. The newspapers don’t like printing on holidays, so you can get off scot free for the whole set of twenty-four hours. Nothing says special like that.
For newsies, days off are a bit of a mixed bag. There is, of course, the immediate response to hearing that you won’t have to get up at dawn and spend too many hours out on the streets hawking papes. That would explain the shrieks and calls of glee from some of the younger newsies. Older ones, too. The second Jack Kelly heard about the holiday, he muttered something about having to talk to someone and hurried off in the direction of the New York Sun. You have a feeling he’s tracking down a particularly pretty journalist.
It’s great to think that you won’t have to work. However, you aren’t a newsie for the thrill of it. Not working means you don’t get paid, and that’s far less fun than one would care to imagine. That’s why you’ve been carefully saving your pennies for weeks now, just trying to make sure you’ll have enough to cover today’s costs before your job comes back the next day. It’s a life spread thin, to be sure, but it’s what you’ve got, and you don’t intend to waste it.
Still, sleeping in is pretty nice indeed. You allow yourself one last moment of leisure before dragging yourself out of bed. Most kids in the Manhattan Lodging House have partaken in the same delights– more than half of them are still sleeping peacefully in their bunks. You do your best to get ready as quietly as you can, and shut the door silently behind you.
By the time noon rolls around, the rest of your friends are up and at ‘em. Most of you are choosing to either kick back and relax in the Lodging House or go look for trouble somewhere else in the city. You heard Spot popped in once to check on a deal with Jack, but other than that, there are no threats in sight.
None to your physical health, at least. Threats to your peace and quiet still exist. You’ve barely sat down on your favorite threadbare armchair in a corner of the main room (the title being won by a good few rounds of fisticuffs, all solidly settled in your favor) before your name is being tossed around by some of the newsies nearby. You have a feeling that they’re trying to be discreet, but their whispers sound more like shouts when you’re indoors instead of yelling to be heard in the streets of Manhattan.
Four boys are causing trouble today, as it appears. Race, Jojo, Albert, and Romeo. All of the newsies are good friends– you have to be, at any rate, or you’ll lose your head with the godawful conditions of being outside all day– but these four are no exception. They’re the closest of anyone here, exceptions being Jack and Crutchie.
Today it seems they’ll be proving their camaraderie by trying to get a rise out of you. This isn’t anything special. You have a bit of a reputation for being stone cold, but can they blame you? Girls have to fight twice as hard to stay alive in this city, so what if you’re more here to keep yourself afloat than make friends? You’re nice when you have to be, but you keep your distance when you want it. Just because you’re not flirting all the time doesn’t mean you hate the rest of them.
The ‘Hattan boys know you don’t hate them, but that doesn’t stop the four newsies nearest you from trying to win you over anyway in the only method they know best:  being annoying and turning everything into a joke. Romeo tries his luck first, shooting his shot with a tip of his cap and a wink. You arch one derisive brow, which is all it takes for him to give up and head back to his friends.
Albert is next. He starts off strong with a story about a dream he’d had last night about pretty girls going out with him, but you cut him off thoughtfully with a recollection of a dream you’d had recently where all boys left you alone under pain of death. Struck out, he gestures for Jojo to take over.
Jojo’s attempts at flattery are so awful that you give up on trying to entertain yourself by watching them fail. You reach over for a paperback Katherine had left behind on her last visit to the Manhattan Lodging House. The book serves the dual purpose of letting you ignore the laughter of the boys and also hiding your face for the last of their attempts.
See, you can ignore Albert or Romeo any day. They’re just friends, just coworkers. You’ll never see them in any sort of romantic light. The problem comes with Race. Race is charming. Race is cute. Race is the only one who has ever been able to get through the strongest of your walls. It doesn’t matter if he’s just doing it as a joke, if Race flirts with you in the slightest, you will be affected by it.
Best to make sure he can’t tell, then, so you prop up the book in front of your face and pray he can’t see the slight smile that makes its way across your lips when Race tries his hand at flirting. It wasn’t even a good pickup line. Still, it worked, and that is absolutely devastating to your reputation.
The worst part is that he knows it, too. Even though you do your best to act as if you’re absolutely fine, you can tell by the triumphant tilt of his head that he knows it. Y/N’s got a weakness at last, and it’s Race. Of course it is.
The other boys don’t seem to have caught on, though, they’re just laughing raucously amongst themselves about the usual. Albert calls something out to Race about wanting to go take a tour of the shop next door, but Race doesn’t even look back, gesturing for them to go on without him without turning even once.
“You should go with them,” you say as indifferently as you can.
“Why?” Race asks, cocking his head to the side, “I’ve got a far prettier sight in front of me right now.”
You roll your eyes, but even you can feel the slight heat pricking your cheeks. “You’re insufferable.”
“Apparently not,” Race muses, “or you wouldn’t be smiling at me.”
You do your best to hide the offensive expression away, but your best attempts at staying serious just make your smile more stubborn. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Sure you don’t,” he says happily, “it’s not just because of me, is it? I bet Y/N L/N would never be susceptible to something like a boy.”
“Not even to a cute boy?” You ask, eyes wide with pretend surprise.
This, of all things, makes Race stutter over his words. You didn’t think it would be possible for Race to get nervous over someone flirting with him, but apparently you were wrong, because he’s all but shaking in his boots right now.
“That’s sweet of you,” he manages to eke out.
You grin. The tables have turned. “Funny,” you say, “I didn’t think Race Higgins would ever be susceptible to something like a girl.”
“I love it when you pay attention to me,” Race retorts, but it carries far less of the easy confidence he’d had earlier. In fact, Race looks like he can’t believe his eyes.
“I’m sure you do,” you muse, “Shame it doesn’t happen more often. If I knew you were going to react like this, maybe I would have started flirting back earlier.”
“I think you should keep doing it anyway,” Race whispers.
You laugh. “Only if you flirt back.”
“Oh, always, sweetheart, you know that,” Race says.
It’s easy to smile after that. Maybe Race has been flirting with you for a while, but maybe he’s meant what he said all along, too. It’s good that you’ll have plenty of time to figure him out, then. Yes, plenty of time indeed.
newsies tag list: @lovesanimals0000, @misguidedswagger, @thatfangirl42, @amortensie
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cutielando · 16 days
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goals ~ oscar piastri
instagram au
synopsis: Oscar and Y/N's relationship is everyone's favorite, the fans saying they crave a relationship like theirs.
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*Chef's Kiss* (Girls Night series) - OP81
Summary: Oscar gets back from a day at McLaren headquarters in Woking to find y/n having a girls night where they're all trying to cook a meal in the least cohesive way that he's ever been a witness to.
Friends names: Eve, Libby and Ali
Also, I've decided not to write one for Lewis. But Lando's is next up and it will be the last one for this series :D
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A day spent at with the team at headquarters is usually a long day and usually Oscar just wants to get back home, relax with his girlfriend by smothering her to death.
"Baby?!" Oscar calls out only to tense as the sound of bickering and some giggling hits his ears.
He completely forgot she was having the girls over for a dinner party.
"Hey, there he is. My gorgeous boyfriend." Y/n grins as he walks into the kitchen though she quickly notices how tired he is and frowns slapping Ali's hand from touching the bread she's divided out on a tray for making bread buns (or rolls). "Don't touch, you're making the starter."
Y/n smiles moving around to Oscar as she wipes her hands on her apron.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just...forgot the girls would be here and I wanted to spend the night with you but I'll keep out the way." Oscar smiles tiredly making her look at him for a moment before she shifts over kissing him. "Thank you...I did need that."
"Why don't you go shower, and then come join us? None of the girls care and god knows we don't know the right portion sizes so we've made probably enough of each course for 10 people never mind 4 or 5 with you." Y/n states not really giving him much of a choice. "You can eat and leave if you're too tired to stick around once food is finished."
"Join us, Oscar. We're a hoot." Libby grins brightly only to get flicked with flour that she seems to perfectly breathe in. "Ah, Eve. What the hell?"
"Just powdering your nose, sweetie." Eve laughs pretty evilly before she has the gesture returned. "But she's right, Oscar. Join us. You're just going to end up eating some of it later anyway, might as well get to have it fresh."
Oscar smiles always being a little quieter around her slightly loud mouthed friends.
"Go on, go shower. Change into something comfortable, there's no dress code. All chill." Y/n smiles, ever the most caring girlfriend. She's easily the mother of the group. She cares a lot about her friends and protects then however she can. Making food for them when they're around is a form of love in her books.
"Ok, I won't be long." Oscar nods stealing another kiss before he takes off and y/n sighs turning back tot he girls who pout at her in sympathy of Oscar's behaviour.
"Is he ok?" Libby asks quietly making y/n nod and shoot them a smile.
"I think he's just a little tired. He left so early this morning." Y/n sighs softly making the girls coo. "Thanks for saying he could join in. He can be a little...clingy while he's tired or just not in a good mood. I think he was hoping to get all my attention when he got back till he remembered you guys are here."
"Oh stop. That's so cute." Eve gasps seemingly really touched by the whole thing.
"I actually want to apologise to him for ruining his plans. Especially because I totally get it. Your hugs are the best way to feel better." Ali sighs then moving over and hugging y/n who just laughs at the girl's arms wrapping around her tightly. "See, I feel better already."
"Alright, let's get this meal finished." Y/n smiles patting Ali's back.
They get on with making sure the starter is ready while Oscar showers, by the time he appears they're already serving up and Oscar smiles as y/n pats the chair next to herself at the dining table.
"You look a little more refreshed and cosy." Y/n smiles before he leans over and kisses her cheek.
"Alright, Eve. What is our starter?" Libby asks to redirect their attention to the food.
"Yes, so this is prawns in a honey glaze with just some rocket and the bread buns that y/n made on the side." Eve grins proudly earning smiles from everyone. "I hope you all enjoy."
Actually the food is really good. Like really really good.
"Alright guys, me next...only down from here since that was amazing." Libby murmurs after y/n has gathered up the plates and cleared up, self-appointing herself to do it and scolding anyone who tries to help. Especially Oscar.
Although when she tries to get up to help Libby serve, Oscar holds her down while Ali levels her with a look and instructions not to move.
"Ok guys, this is Thai green curry, made from scratch. So possibly terrible, possibly good. I hope at least edible." Libby smiles earning a grin from y/n. "Oh and y/n made the nan breads and steamed the veg."
"So you were side dish duty?" Oscar whispers leaning over to y/n.
"Yup, and refreshments. All the extra bits." Y/n grins watching him pick up more of the veg and an extra nan bread. "You're so cute."
"You make the best food." Oscar shrugs not noticing y/n's three friends gaze all on them for their interactions. But y/n does and quickly gives them a look that makes them all go back to focusing on their own plates.
"Oh my gosh, I knew you were being dramatic." Ali gasps after swallowing the first bite. "This is so good, you're making this again when we get home."
Ali and Libby are actually roommates so they cook for each other all the time, but Libby usually sticks to her comfort meals for cooking and the Thai green curry was definitely a new dish.
"Yeah, this is really good." Oscar agrees making her smile brightly since he'd been pretty quiet.
"Thank you, guys." Libby smiles before they all fall into another conversation just talking about their weeks and what's happening for them in the next few days.
Finally they finish up and y/n again clears things away, this time allowing Oscar to help because the dishes are bigger.
Then finally they get to dessert which is all Ali's work. She's got the sweetest tooth so no one argued when she asked to take the last course of the meal.
"So I made...mixed berry compote and pannacotta with a slice or two of blackberry banana bread." Ali beams very clearly proud of her part of the meal. "I understand if you can't eat it all. We've just eaten a lot but I think it's going to be good."
"I can already tell it is." Y/n smiles earning a grin. "Can we eat?"
Now to not add insult, no one says it's the best course. But it certainly does seem to have been made with the most expertise. But Ali does love to bake and make desserts so it makes sense. This is probably something she's made a dozen times before. Just not for them.
They do all clean the plates and sort of shift to the sofas, though y/n and Oscar do delay joining everyone while they rinse the dishes then put them in the dishwasher.
"Glad you joined in?" Y/n asks as she closes the dishwasher and turns it on.
"Very glad. I'm definitely well fed today." Oscar smiles as he grabs both her hands, using them to pull her closer to himself. "I think I'm going to sleep very well tonight as well."
"Good. Now, come on. We're watching tv for a bit, then they're heading home. You can cuddle up with me then once they leave we'll get to bed."
"Sounds like a good plan to me." Oscar nods before moving with her to the living room where they curl up on the seat together.
"You know, I think we should start allowing for one man to each of the girls nights. We can take turns adding a different boyfriend to the mix each time." Eve states earning nods of agreement from the rest of the group.
"I think Oscar was a good starting point. You're the most chill boyfriend in the group." Libby comments before smiling as Ali hugs her tightly, seeming on the verge of sleep herself. "Might time for us to head off. Need to get Ali home before I'm carrying her out of here."
And that triggers the end of the night. The girls all exchange tight hugs, groaning slightly at the pressure on each other's stomaches since they're still very full.
"Alright, baby. Bed time. You did it though, a whole day at work, then home for a girls night and you managed it all." Y/n smiles as she closes the door and locks it before moving towards him. "Brush teeth then bed. I'm so tired to."
"Yeah, that sounds like the best idea." Oscar nods with a yawn.
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amoosarte · 15 days
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𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝜗𝜚 𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈
━━━ in which Oscar wants to have his first with his girlfriend and so does she, but how if the both of them have no experience? (+18)
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Oscar didn't know what lead him to want to do this, but he had grown a feeling towards it. He knows everything, for god sake he's a boy whos eventually gotten curious of sex and searched it up.
He's a hardcore virgin, and a horny one at it. His girlfriend, Olivia was a victim to his steamy makeout sessions. Olivia was taught to keep it until marriage if she wanted too but god was her boyfriend making it hard too. Oscar never forced her to sleep with him, god it was scary just for him too.
So after his first podium in Japan was his tilting warning. The night had became soft and romantic with Olivia prasing Oscar, telling how good he did at today's race. They had just came back from his after party and he was just a bit tipsy.
So they ended up making out with Olivia on top of him, his large arms wrapped around her, making her arch back dig deeper towards him. Kissing wasn't anything new to them but it was always sweet kissing, this was steaming hot.
Oscar's throat bobbed up like he was thirsty, he became so needy when her hands began to play with his hair. He became hard, and it was poking at Olivia through her dress.
She herself was needy as fuck, she wouldn't confess but she was wet just from him kissing her like the universe was going to snatch her away from him. "You're hard Oscar.." She muttered as her hips rubbed against him, making him moan a little.
"I"ll take care of it later, let's just keep kissing." He said with a tiny voice, before devouring her lips. She couldn't simply ignore the throbbing pain in her stomach, she wanted him.
"Take me Oscar." Olivia huffed out as Oscar laid her on the white hotel bed. Oscar was about to say something before he had to take a double take on what she said. "What?" He stood before her, her words freshly imprinted on his mind. "Let's do it Oscar."
Was what Oscar suppose to do? This is his first, he was her first. "You sure?" He asked, one knee on the bed, while of his hands grabbed her knew, prepared to open her legs wide.
"Yeah, just I don't know how to please you..." Olivia said red as ferrari, Oscar made her nervous. "Olivia." He whispered, was he crazy? Did her just admitting she wanted to please him, turn him on? Yes, yes it did. He was crazy. He rubbed his face, it was getting too hot. "Olivia."
His next move made her want to moan out loud as possible and she did just not that loud. He had open her legs like she was a slut, his body slipping through to kiss her.
Oscar smashed his lips on hers thinking of nothing, his large palm tangled itself in her burnt orange hair. It was like he was eating her whole, like it would be the last time he was going to kiss her.
Olivia relaxed as his kisses felt so reassuring, then his other large palm dragges itself down to her thigh, making her open her legs even more. Oscar finally let her breath, he was scared to continue but this was a step they both needed to take.
"I'll be gentle, tell me to stop whenever." Oscar said before lifting himself up from they lying position, he's now sitting front of her cunt. His rough hands played with her dresses ruffles before lifting it up, her black laced panties were the first thing he saw, he's never been that red in his life.
The bulge in his pants wasn't helping him at all either. His finger then went under the band and pulled them off, god was she the most beautiful thing he's seen. "You're so pretty." Oscar had said before looking up toward her. Olivia's hands covered her mouth, afraid she would let out a lewd sound.
Oscar breath trembled as he let one of his fingers slip in between her slick folds, making her groan. Oscar let his finger get soaked with her sweet juices, before trying to jam one of his fingers in her. "Does that feel bad?" He asked her, Olivia shook her head.
"Osc, I've fingered myself before, it's just.." She whispered, she was admitting a fucking secret. "just your fingers are bigger than mine.." Olivia looked at him, and he stood still. Olivia was virgin yes, but that doesn't mean she hasn't seen anything.
She wasn't going to lie but Oscar has some good looking hands, and when she's busy she lets her mind run wild to the hands she was god forgive so addicted too. 
Oscar sighed as he continued to work his fingers, the wet sounds became louder once he added more fingers. Oscar's mind became clouded as Olivia moaned right into his ear.
Her vocal chords were like music to his growing dirty mind. They were starting to make Oscar do anything to hear them. Her sweet honey voice, it would put him in a trance. His hands were the thing that drove her crazy, he noticed.
By the way her cunt would swallow them in. The way her face looked, the way she inhaled. Olivia's back arched at the moment, to be honest anything he did would make her arch.
Olivia whined as they left her wet fold, she looked at oscar who was throwing his party shirt off, letting his slim but muscular body be on display for him. God the view she saw.
Oscar looked at her dazed before pulling her up. "Are you going to allow me to take this dress off?" Oscar said, making her smile devilishly.
"Don't know? Did you like the dress?" Olivia teased him, tracing the belt on his hips, noticing he had a light happy trail. "As much as I love it, I prefer to see it on the floor." Oscar teased, caressing her face, taking note that her face became red.
Olivia giggled, wrapping her arms around him. "Then I'll let your dream come true, take it off for me handsome." Olivia hooked her hands on his brunette hair. She could feel his large hands, trail up her back going up to the zipper.
Her back was now exposed to the cold air making her flinch at the movement, unhooking her arms off of him. Laying still on the mattress, as he took the cream color dress off.
Oscar could only look at her in awe, the white mattress making her stand out. Her caramel skin made her look perfect.
Her hair fits around her face well. Olivia could feel his gaze, making her nervous. Oscar took notice and quickly peeled the dress off.
"You're beautiful, sorry If i'm saying it too much." Oscar leaned down, kissing her once more. Olivia smiled at his stupid little apology, but her core was whining for touch.
Olivia looked at Oscar nervously, before running her palm up his bulge. Making him hiss at the sudden contact, he saw her become greedy just like him. Oscar finally took his dick out, making her quiet up.
Olivia could only look, afraid to make a noise. "You can make as much noise as you want." He whispered, before grabbing her hand gently and making her trace a vein on his dick.
They both huff, as Oscar went to grab a condom. Putting the slick, plastic on his throbbing dick. "Are you ready?" Oscar kissed her cheek, Olivia could only nod.
Oscar pushed in nice and slow, making her groan and whine. Tears brimming her eyes, as the inserting caused her pleasure and pain. "All in, how you holding in?" Oscar voice trembled, her body was a sanctuary, and he was losing it.
She felt so good, he was afraid to come as soon as he entered. "I'm fine, just give me a minute." Olivia huffed out. They waited two minutes (just in case, oscar's idea) before Olivia said it was good to move.
Oscar was hesitant, but Olivia reassured him that if she felt uncomfortable she would tell him to stop. She shuddered as she felt him slowly pull out, then shove right back in. After a few more whines and moans, Olivia finally ushered him to go faster.
Olivia let out a pathetic moan, the thrusting made the bundle in her stomach send waves of pleasure towards her. Tilting her to the very edge, making her become vocal once again.
She felt Oscar grab her hand tightly, she let her eyes open for a bit, seeing the boy pound into her crumble bit by bit. "God Oli, you feel so good." He whined, thrusting not faltering a bit.
Oscar didn't know if him being vocal was a good thing, but it felt right when her cunt squeeze him hard just to hear him again. "Ah—" Olivia was rudely interrupted when when Oscar grabbed her hips as he wanted to go deeper.
"Oscar my god —" Olivia's eyes rolled back, as his tongue was shoved into her mouth. Olivia felt a hot sensation on her face, his lips were so fucking addictive.
Everything about Oscar was addictive, his touch, his voice, everything. Everything was becoming stuffy and hot and everything was tilting even more.
"I'm cummin, m'hgod!" Olivia clungged to Oscar tightly, arching her back to the point her own nipples were brushing against his. "ugh—w-wait for me, please." Oscar shut his eyes tightly, letting his mouth against her neck open up with more lewd noise that made their way to her ears.
Letting his hot breath fan up the creek of her neck, the fresh hickeys making her flinch. "I can't, stoo'much." Oliva gave up, letting the bucket in her stomach tip over, having her first orgasm with Oscar's dick in her.
"Oh! oscarr—" She screamed out, however the boy wasn't done yet. He hugged her tightly as he moaned out his release, pulling midway.
The plastic filled with a pearly white substance thrown away, right next to their clothes. Oscar laid right next to her, pulling her close as he huffed out, feeling somewhat worn out.
"That was amazing, I didn't hurt you right?" Oscar pulled away, looking at her brown eyes. "Nope, and agreed."She smiled at him, making him swell up with tears. "baby why are you crying?" Olivia asked.
"Thank you for letting me be your first." Oscar kissed her palm, while she smiled at him. "No, thank you for letting me be your first."She said before they both laughed.
They could only reunite with one more kiss. Deciding this was definitely the way to end such a passionate night.
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f1daydreamers · 2 months
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𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐬 [𝐌𝐕𝟏]
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Pairing: Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader
Summary: Seeing your boyfriend play with his nephews stirs emotions inside of you. While it may be the first time you and Max have acknowledged it, it may also be the last.
Warnings: tooth-rotting fluff, like one mention of alcohol, mentions of an unknown future, parenthood, lmk if I've missed anything!
Word Count: 1.0k words (3 mins reading time avg)
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The sun dipped below the Monaco skyline, its rays streaming through the expansive windows of the apartment you shared with Max.
In celebration of his successful '23 season, you both agreed that throwing a rather modest dinner would be the perfect way to bring everyone together after a demanding year.
You'd dumped the last of the dirty plates into the sink, thanking Vic as she was already some steps ahead of you, cloth and disinfectant spray in hand as she wiped down the table.
Casting a quick glance around, you confirmed the absence of any stray cutlery, leaving only everyone's respective cups.
However, both your mind and your movements abruptly hit pause, as if your heart had taken the reins, softening at the sight of your boyfriend playing with his nephews, attentively listening to every word they were saying, whether it was meaningful or mere babble.
You smiled as Luka got up and wrapped his small arms around Max's neck, his hand rubbing up and down his little back.
Your eyes even threatened to well up a bit at the wholesome scene. As you brought your fingers up to your face, Max's gaze lifted to meet yours.
You fake-coughed, pretending to shield your mouth, averting your eyes and busying yourself, desperately trying to regain your previously lost train of thoughts.
Max couldn't help softly smiling to himself, but his moment of retrospect was interrupted by a few taps on his cheek from his nephew, who was determined to recapture his uncle's attention.
As the evening progressed on, you constantly found your mind plagued with thoughts that unravelled a potential future with him, one that included the laughter and chaos of children.
Yet, a persistent counterargument resounded in your thoughts, reminding you that neither would be ready, both still traversing the barely begun stages of real adulthood.
The internal conflict tugged at your emotions, creating a fine line between the yearning for a future adorned with parenthood and the sober acknowledgment of the unadorned present. As the dinner gradually transitioned into an intimate gathering with hushed conversations among the group that remained, you politely excused yourself.
Max's arm, once comfortably wrapped around your body, now gracefully descended onto the sofa behind you. With your hand placed flat on his thigh, you leveraged yourself up, slipping out of his gentle grasp.
He let maybe five, ten minutes pass by, granting you some alone time should you have needed it.
But eventually, he placed his beer bottle on to the corner table, crossing the lounge before pushing open and then shutting one of the doors to the apartment balcony.
Lost in thought, your mind had barely registered the sound, your body jolting when his hand pressed into the slight dip of your waist.
You sighed when you recognised the touch a few seconds later, turning your head to meet Max's rather sympathetic eyes.
"Sorry," he quietly apologised. You shook your head, dismissing the need for one. Turning to face him, you wrapped both your arms around his torso, gently resting your head against his chest - a hug he warmly welcomed.
"Want to tell me what's going on in that big brain of yours?" He asked, and you could practically sense the smile creeping onto his lips. He had an uncanny knack for knowing when you needed to unload your thoughts, and his intuition was always eerily accurate. You sighed, feeling his grip on you loosen as you pulled away. Leaning against the railing behind you, Max took one step closer, then another. Pursing your lips, you realised how pathetic this may possibly sound when vocalised. "Just watching you with your sister's kids. It got me thinking, I guess."
Your boyfriend already had a strong inkling as to where this was heading, but he patiently granted you the time and space to elaborate.
He arched an eyebrow. "Thinking about what?"
You lightly shrugged, pressing your bottom lip up to your top. You hesitated for a moment before the next words left your mouth.
"You know, family and stuff. Kids."
Max studied your face for a moment. "Kids, huh?" He said with a knowing smile.
You avoided eye contact, answering with a simple, "I don't know."
He chuckled softly. "Is 'I don't know' code for 'I do know but I'm scared to share my answer' because you think I don't know mine?"
Caught off guard, you silently cursed that eerie sixth sense of his, tensing as you looked up into his eyes. They were light, despite the depth of the topic.
You frowned. "Well, do you.. want children, I mean?"
There was a warmth in his gaze, one that offered you comfort. He looked over your face, his shoulders slumped as if the walls of undiscussed territory had crumbled without much of a fight.
"With you, yeah."
Your frown deepened, but this time, a different emotion flickered in your eyes.
His admission was unexpected, and a pleasant shock washed over you. The corners of your lips twitched as surprise softened into a tender smile. For a moment, your gaze lingered on his face, searching for any sign of jest or hesitation, but you didn't find any.
"If you're ready, then so am I." He added.
And just like that, the hours you spent wrestling with your own thoughts now dissipated into the evening breeze. You held back the surge of emotions within you, searching for the right words.
"Really?" you managed, but not without a quiet sob escaping at the end.
Max chuckled, rolling his eyes as he pulled you into him, embracing you for the second time tonight.
"So fragile," he teased, and you smiled despite the tears streaming down your face.
"Shut up," you retorted, your voice a mixture of laughter and tears.
There was a moment's quiet before your boyfriend spoke. "On second thought, why do I need a baby when I've got one right here?"
It was your turn to roll your eyes now, your voice muffled as you tried to argue.
"Babies cry a lot more."
"Hmm, between you and a newborn? I'd say it's pretty even."
You lightly slapped Max's stomach with your hand; his laughter eventually melting into a warm smile, and he pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head.
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dreamauri · 5 months
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Floral Whimsy — Seb is drunk, and then he tries WWE finishing moves on her on a bed for fun!
‧˚⊹ 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗦𝗘𝗘 𝗠𝗘 ଓ :: 𝗦𝗩𝟱 ‧₊˚⤾   ─ ୨୧ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ :🪴: ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ୨୧ ─ ╮ ┇lI'm wheezing, this was such a good ┇idea and i thank you with my life. ( the fact that ┇I had to search up wwe finishers . . . )!! ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦˚₊   ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( sebastian vettel  x  wife! reader ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠genre — ( fluff )  ┇ . 🌿 :: ⁠word count — ( 215 )  ╰ 🫧  :: ⁠ content warning — ( drunk seb )
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"Seb." You tried to hold in your laugh as you watched your husband singing while circling you on the bed. "Seb, you're drunk." "Thy is a full moon tonight. We must celebrate." He replied in Shakespearian.
You had just finished fixing the light bulb above the bed and seb had returned from drinking with Kimi.
"Let's get ready to rumble!"
You weren't fast enough to dodge or brace for what came next. Seb lunged at you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He lifted you up easily, flipping back and landing on top of you.
You wheezed with a laugh as Seb landed on top of you, waving his hand in front of his face. "You cannot see me." "Seb, my love," You tried to get up again only for the German to execute the most perfect and smooth head scissors takedown. Sebastian even banged his fist counting down from 3 before standing up and crowning himself champion.
"Thank you, thank you. Si Raggazi!" You couldn't help but crack a laugh at the italian spilling from his tongue as he tied one of your belts around his waist pretending it was the title belt.
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mclarengremlin · 2 months
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heya love your stuff! maybe i could request something with mick schumacher? your smaus are great, but they seem like a lot of work, so ill be more than happy with a simple fic :-)) maybe something cute like cuddling with mick schumi after a stressful race or him showing off the reader to the world. really you can take creative liberty, ill consume anything with mick <3
My lover‘s the sunlight
In which the reader is Mick‘s boyfriend supporting him at the 2024 Le Mans race.
A/N: Mick racing Le Mans decades after his father did is special to me ok? So I wrote that and made it gay. "Ich liebe dich" is german for "I love you". Enjoy!
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You were laying on the comfortable bed in the Alpine motorhome, listening to the distant rumbling of Hypercars racing on the Le Mans track. It was around three in the morning, and you were waiting for your boyfriend to return from his stint. The small TV in the corner of the room displayed the ongoing race, the commentators quietly chattering in the background.
Your eyes were about to fall shut when your phone lit up with a new message. A small smile made it‘s way onto your face. It was Gina, informing you that the next driver swap was happening on the next lap. She was only a few hallways away from you, still in the garage, too nervous about her brother racing Le Mans to retire for a nap like you did. Initially you had promised yourself and Mick to stay awake during all of his stints, but when the clock had neared 02:30 in the night and you yawned for the fifth time in the span of three minutes, Gina had coaxed you to take a nap.
Now, with the promise of soon having your boyfriend in your arms again, you were wide awake again and attentively watched the TV broadcast.
"And here comes Mick Schumacher, he‘s had an incredible stint. Truly remarkable, surviving the night at Le Mans is always difficult, but the German mastered his first night stint perfectly. Alpine can comfortably pit now, the strategy and racing going together beautifully."
You smiled as you watched the Alpine car pull into the pit lane, Mick jumping out and swapping with his teammate. The broadcast showed him jogging into the garage and giving Gina a quick hug, then he disappeared in a sea of race engineers and strategists. So far the strategy worked perfectly, so you knew it would be a short debrief.
Only ten minutes later, not that you were counting, a soft knock could be heard through the small room, followed by the door opening and Mick peeking in. He looked tired, his hair ruffled from the helmet and balaclava, and his race suit was tied around his waist. You beamed at him, opening your arms invitingly. Mick returned to your arms with a soft smile, laying down on the bed, his head in your lap.
"Hey baby," you whispered, while carefully threading your fingers through his blonde hair. "You did so good. I‘m so proud of you."
Mick‘s eyes lit up under your praise. He nuzzled his face into your stomach, just wanting to be close to you.
"Thanks love. It was rough, I‘m not gonna lie," he said, his voice muffled since his face was still pressed against your belly. "I‘m glad I‘m done with the night stint. It was carnage out there, it‘s a fucking miracle we came out unscathed."
You took his hand in yours, kissing every single one of his knuckles, your other hand still in Mick‘s hair. You gently bit the last knuckle, making your boyfriend yelp and finally look at you.
"Always works like a charm," you grinned down at him.
"You know, there are other methods of getting my attention than biting me randomly," Mick chided, but amusement was written all over his face.
"But that wouldn‘t be fun, would it?" You gently smoothed your thumb over the small indent your teeth had left on Mick‘s hand. He chuckled, shoving your chest half-heartedly.
"How the hell did I even end up with you as my boyfriend? You‘re trouble," he teased. You snorted out a laugh, playfully flicking his nose. The way it scrunched up reflexively was adorable.
"Come off it, Schumacher. Gina loves me, your mom loves me, hell, your engineers love me. I can be very charming and polite!" You dramatically gestured into the general direction of the garage, feigning hurt at Mick‘s teasing. While you continued rambling and theatrically explaining why you were a perfect boyfriend, Mick looked at you with soft eyes. The way you went out of your way to make him laugh always made him feel incredibly special.
"Ich liebe dich," he interrupted you suddenly. You stopped your rambling, quickly leaning down and placing small kisses all over his face, pulling back after kissing the corner of his mouth.
"One year of dating and that‘s still the only german sentence I learned from you."
"It‘s the only one you‘ll ever need to know."
Suddenly, deep into the night at a race track in France, it felt like the sun was radiating warmness, light and love from the Alpine motorhome.
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cheriladycl01 · 11 days
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Could you do fic for Peter 'Bono' Bonnington with wife reader? He's sad that Lewis crashed during the race and he felt that it was his fault. She assured him that it was not and comforted him. Maybe some surprises for him. I'll let you decide what it was. Just something fluff and cute. Tag me later!! Thanks! :))
Mercedes Madness - Peter Bonnington x Wife! Reader
Plot: Lewis doesn't have a great race, going from Pole Position to a DNF at his home race. A lot played part in the cause of the crash but your Peter Bonnington cant help but feel like it's his fault. But his wife will always be there for post-race comfort!
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It was a great weekend for Mercedes at Silverstone, they had Lewis in pole position and George next to him in P2 meaning they had the whole front line to themselves and would be able to defend from the Red Bull and McLaren that sat behind them in P3 and P4.
This was a race-weekend you were invited to every time as it was a big home race not just for the team having Lewis and George driving for them, but for you and Peter where it was also where you both grew up.
Having Lewis and George locking out the front row on the Saturday ahead of Sunday felt like a good omen for you.
However that is not how the race went down, both car's seemed to have cooling issues making it shaky and just generally harder to drive. The pit stops on top of that seemed to be slower than they had all season and communication on the pit wall at Mercedes had been awful, causing George to slip down into P6 and eventually caused Lewis and Carlos to get into a accident where Lewis wasn't able to turn his car wide enough to leave room for Carlos.
Commentator: Oh and look at that, contact between Sainz and Hamilton and he's off. The man who was set up to win it all is OUT! There's no way he can recover that car!" Commentator: Oh! Here's Bono on the radio. Bono Radio: Sorry Lewis, race over. Lewis Radio: Yeah sorry I couldn't bring it home. Bono Radio: We'll talk in debrief tonight, wasn't a good day!
Carlos was able to continue his drive, only needing to pit for a new front wing but Lewis had to retire the car.
Toto was unhappy of course, what could have turned out to be the best weekend for Mercedes since 2021 turned into a complete shit-show with how disconnected the team were.
After the race, and all the interviews and the debrief, you and Peter drove home in complete silence. You could tell he just needed some time to think, he liked doing that. Sometimes you would worry he'd send himself into a pit of bad thoughts but he always came back with a nod and a soft smile to let you know he was okay.
As you pulled into the drive way he walked straight to the bedroom, you quickly followed after him seeing him getting into some lounge wear before crawling into bed wrapping the covers around him, laying while looking up at the plain white ceiling.
"Baby, you know today wasn't just on you right? The whole team was a mess!" you offer, watching over his expression and the way he's breathing in and out slowly.
"I could have done things different..." he sighs looking over at you.
"Mmm, but so could the engineers... and Toto, and even Lewis. But we'll make a comeback in Spa, I know you feel as though your to blame and yes maybe you could have called out better strats but the race is done... George still got the team points. But if you keep your mind open on this race, it'll be the same in Spa!" you advise pulling him into a hug which he accepts slinking a soft hand around your waist.
"I don't know what i did to deserve you!" he sighs rolling over onto his side and kissing you softly.
"Let's get some sleep, tomorrow will be a better day" you say still holding onto him.
The next morning you quietly got out of your bed, making your side as quietly as possible so you didn't wake up your sleeping and clearly exhausted husband.
You went and got yourself ready in the family bathroom rather than the ensuite in your room, not wanting to wake Peter up. After getting ready for the day you ventured out for the morning errands you'd told yourself you'd do.
You wanted to surprise Peter with an entire relax and restoration day. You hit up your guy's local spa/gym asking for a few treatments you know Peter liked to get for later on in the day. You then went to the cinema and purchased two tickets to a film that Peter had been wanting to see but due to all the travelling he hadn't had the chance to.
You then went to his favorite bakery buying a large box of all of his best sweet treats he would enjoy after race weekends.
Finally you ended your trip at the shops buying a ingredients for a special dinner you'd cook him tonight and a few snacks that you guys would take into the cinema with you.
You come home, stepping into the door with all the shopping bags clutched in every way you could possibly hold them before chucking the car keys on the entryway table.
As you step into the kitchen your husband rushes up to you helping with the bags.
"Where have you been?" he asks looking over you, a small frown on his face.
"Just out!" you smile opening the fridge and checking the current food in there to see what was still in date.
"I woke up and you weren't here!" he admits with a groan and hugging you from behind.
"Mmmmm I've been planning for Peter Day!" you grin turning round.
"What is Peter Day?" he asks cocking his head to one side.
"Well, we'll start of with a run. Then we'll go to the Spa, and then the cinema and out for a light lunch. Then we'll come home and I've got the ingredients for your fav!" you smile, placing a kiss on his cheek before reaching into the tote bag that held some of the ingredients in and showing him before placing them in the fridge and cupboards.
"You did all that for me?" he asks.
"Well, it's been a tough weekend darling. You deserve some you time!" you smile, and he pulls you in for a hug putting his face in the crook of your neck. A relaxed sigh leaving him.
"Thank you really I love you so much. God what did i do to deserve you!" he smiles looking over you, kissing you one more time before helping you with the rest of the shopping.
"Okay, go get some running gear on! We'll go round the trail you like, even though it kills me!" you joke, knowing he preferred the uphill route because of the views rather than your nice job around the lake your house was next to.
"As much as I love your treats for today, promise me we can have a home day together tomorrow?" he asks looking over at you, and you nod because a home day was a rarity in the Bonnington household.
"Yeah, a home day sounds great love!"
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furydrafts · 7 months
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OMGGGG just read the logan headcannon and istg i almost fell out of bed but i noticed there was this one part where you said you can imagine the reader and logan breaking up then getting back together, do you think you can do a imagine on that? basically angst to fluff? if you can thatll be amazing!! Keep up the awesome work 🫶🫶
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WE’VE GONE FAR | LOGAN SARGEANT. ‘we ain’t angry at you, love.’
when you and logan break up over something trivial, but happy endings are always in sight. at least you hope?
warnings + authors note | none but like i’ve everything i’ve written this is not proofread sooo
“I CAN’T JUST STOP MY LIFE FOR YOU.” YOU SHOUTED, STOPPING WITH BUNDLED UP CLOTHES IN YOUR HAND. logan looked at you in disbelief, blocking the door with his body. you watched as he moved quickly towards you, trying to empty out your suitcase as you quickly filled it back up. “logan, no.” you said firmly, grabbing his wrist to stop him from moving. “i’m going. we can always try long distance it will work.” you assured, staring up at him with pleading eyes.
logan frowned, sitting on the edge of your bed as he pulled you between his legs. “i don’t want to lose you.” he confessed. his hands ran up the sides of your arm delicately. “i can take care of you, i’ve got a seat with williams- you won’t have to pay for anything. just be by my side.” he begged, turning your face back towards him when you glanced at his suitcase.
“i can’t.” you said firmly, moving out of his grasp.
logan stood up and scoffed, watching as you finished packing your suitcase and zipped it up. “so you’re picking your career over me?” you almost laughed. as if he wasn’t asking you seconds ago to choose him instead of this amazing opportunity you’ve waited your whole life for. an opportunity that would transform your life. “you said-”
you placed your suitcase down on the wooden floor aggressively, turning around to face him with a deep frown on your face. “i know what i said.” you sighed, dropping your head into your hands. “but you can’t ask me to choose. it isn’t fair, why can’t i have both?” you cried out, sinking back onto your bed. your head was hurting and logan was just about to give you a heart attack.
it wasn’t fair, right? you’ve seen plenty of other girlfriends or wives of other athletes have a career and spend time with their boyfriend, so why couldn’t you? it’s not like you guys had some drastically different relationship. at the end of the day you were both girlfriend and boyfriend, just with highly demanding careers. careers that had you both separated from each other for periods of times.
“it wouldn’t work!” logan exclaimed. pacing across your shared bedroom. “it’s too difficult, we’d have 0 time to see each other. i can’t survive off of 30 minute calls with you.” he said, stopping in front of you, cupping his hand on your cheek. “please.”
you shook your head, grabbing his hand with your own. “you can’t ask me to do this.” you spoke quietly, looking down towards your pink fluffy socks. “would you give up your seat for me?” you questioned. the look logan tried so miserably to hide have your answer away. if he wouldn’t give up his seat, then why should you drop your career? the whole situation was stupid and you hated that the morning of your departure you got into an argument.
“that’s not fair.” he frowned, “you know how hard i’ve worked for this.”
you scoffed, pushing your three suitcases out of the room hastily. you needed to get away from logan. “and i haven’t worked hard for my career?” you exclaimed, your eyes blurring from your tears of frustration. “how long have i spent studying? how many hours have i dedicated? all the part time jobs in the same field, just to get an opportunity like this?” you exclaimed, trying to keep your voice from raising. your hand slipped to your heart, and you could feel it trying to jump out from your chest. logan stood in front of you, mouth permanently twisted into a frown.
“i guess it’s done then. pack up your car.” you were sure you felt your heart shatter. he didn’t even want to try to work things out? you moved your suitcases towards the door and picked up your carry-on. you could feel his eyes on the back of your head as you rushed in and out of the door.
walking back inside, you positioned yourself in front of logan. you were fighting hard to keep the tears from flowing. “you didn’t even want to try?” your voice cracked, as you shoved your house keys into logan’s chest. his gaze remained fixed above you, the only sign of life being his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “why couldn’t you be more supportive? we could’ve tried.” your voice not only cracked but it wavered, a tear rolling down your cheeks.
“goodbye, y/n.” you bit your lip. no i love you? no eye contact? no attempt at resolving such a simple situation? a two year relationship down the drain. in that very moment, you hovered in your spot, giving him a chance to take back what he said. but he didn’t. so you turned your back and headed out the door, your heart breaking as the fresh spring ever greeted you outside. and you left, leaving the apartment you shared in the past. logan didn’t even care, he didn’t run outside to change his mind, he didn’t look at you. he ended it like it was nothing. like you were nothing.
you thought you at least deserved the decency to at least have a proper goodbye.
YOU SPENT THE FIRST THREE MONTHS IMMERSED IN YOUR WORK, AVOIDING ALL ANY NEWS RELATED TO FORMULA ONE AND LOGAN’S PERFORMANCE. but the next six months hit you like a brick, and you found yourself stalking his accounts, wondering what he was up to, who he was seeing and how he was doing. you cried often during these six months, how did he move on so fast? he kept the photos up of you which added to your sadness. sometimes you found yourself looking at them before you went to sleep.
you felt pathetic, and your friends had tried their hardest to get you to leave your room for reasons besides work. you missed logan and it was incredibly obvious. nine months in a city, a new apartment, around the same people and some new people too but you felt empty. this wasn’t how you were supposed to spend your years. rotting away in your room and only leaving to get something to eat or to head to a place that provided you temporary solace. you could hardly even enjoy your new job.
you had no clue how your friends managed to get you to dress up and get ready for a night out. but there you were, sitting in the some guy’s reserved lounge that your friends managed to flirt themselves into. you could barely even bring yourself to drink, nursing a cup of ice cold water and munching on free chips. you needed some air, desperately. brushing past people and ignoring the calls from your friends, you regretted even coming out. a nice few episodes of some sitcom and a bottle of bubbly was calling your name.
“sorry!” you exclaimed, bouncing off somebody. you felt warms grab yours before you could even look up. you knew who it was by his cologne. nine months and he still wore the same cologne that you bought him? you thought he would’ve scrapped it. that’s what you would’ve done. maybe the memories weren’t as painful to him as they were for you.
“y/n?” you slipped out of his arms and hurried out of the club doors, ignorant to the fact that he was following quickly behind you. he chased after you, calling your name as you stopped suddenly. he barley managed to stop himself from colliding into your back.
you spun around, your eyes devoid of any emotion. but really, you felt your heart in your throat and you fought to keep the tears within your eyes. “hi, logan.” you said lowly, your hands shakily reaching for your phone. logan knew what you were doing, his hands moving to grab yours. you shoved them quickly behind you.
“i’ll take you home.” he said softly, ignoring your furrowed brows as you shook yo ur head no. “i’m taking you home, you know i don’t like you catching ubers.”
you tried to bite back a laugh but failed miserably. “i think you lost the right to tell me what you do and don’t like the second you let me walk out of that door.” you said snarkily, and for the first time that night you finally glanced up at him. his eyes softened at your tone, and you felt guilt bubble up in your stomach. you looked towards the ground. “okay.” you gave in, you knew logan wouldn’t give up and some part of you hoped that on the way home he’d explain why it was so easy for him to give up.
you found yourself sitting awkwardly in his car, the soft sounds of whatever top hit was playing as you stared out the window. you could feel logan’s occasional glances toward you, but you tried your best to ignore the shivers it sent up your spine. you were all for ignoring him the whole way home until he pulled over, turning the car off and facing towards you. “y/n.” he started, letting out a heavy sigh. “i’ve-”
“why didn’t you try with me?” you asked, cutting him off abruptly. you watched as he sputtered. the soft yellow lights of the street lamps illuminating his slightly red cheeks. “had you always wanted to break up with me and that was the perfect time to do it?”
he shook his head quickly, rubbing a hand over his face. “i never wanted to break up with you.”
“so why did you?” you responded back quickly, not even letting a beat pass between the two of you.
logan sighed, rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants. you always made him nervous. “i didn’t want to lose you.” you almost held back a scoff. “i was scared. you know with long distance, you’d find someone else and realise that i wasn’t enough for you. i thought you would want someone who actually able to be there with you, you deserved better.”
you bit your lip, searching his eyes for any deceit. logan’s eyes gave everything away. that’s how you always read him so easily. “why couldn’t you have been better than?” you asked quietly, fiddling with your jewellery. the question hung in the air. “and you were never going to lose me.”
“i’m sorry i messed up.” he confessed, his eyes trading every feature on your face. “i love you.”
you groaned quietly, leaning your head back against the window. “logan.” you grumbled, closing your eyes. “you don’t mean that.”
he shook his head, hesitantly grabbing your hand that was placed on your lap. “i haven’t stopped, even after we broke up.” he was getting into your head now, and opening your eyes to see his soft gaze that he only ever had towards you was throwing your head for a spin. “it’s not been the same without you. i’ve missed you. my whole family too- my mom still asks about you.”
his mum. you loved her truly. a second mother figure to you, you’d consider her your best friend. and during times where you thought of your relationship with logan you also thought about the little dates you had with his mum, the shopping dates, the mail dates, the lunches and the brunches. you missed her just as much as you missed him. “i missed her too.” you mumbled quietly, your heart pounding out of your chest as logan traces circles lightly in your palm. “i missed you as well.”
“what was that?” logan teased, a hearty smile blossoming across his face. “i didn’t hear you.”
you covered your face in embarrassment, turning your head to the side as logan’s laughter cut through the hot midnight air. “shut up.” you said, smacking his hand gently. “i really did miss you logan, but i didn’t deserve that.”
“i know.” he said, grabbing your hands once again. “and i’m going to do everything to make up for it.”
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Could you do fic for Checo with wife reader where she visit him at the paddock with their children? Add something you'd like though. Just something fluff and cute. Tag me later! Thanks! :)))
Family PitStop - Sergio Pérez
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Pairing: Sergio Pérez x Wife!Reader 
Warning: fluff, Checo being a good dad, cute family moments, English isn’t my first language sorry for any mistakes, OOC Checo and OOC Max.
Children’s names: Carla and Diego
Word count: 756 Words
Finally the Mexican Grand Prix, it’s not like Checo didn’t want to fly us out for every race, but I like letting the kids focus on school for a few months, because once the Mexican Grand Prix is getting close they get more and more excited to see everyone, specially Max, he’s become like an uncle to the kids, they adore him. 
Checo has already sent us the paddock tickets and we are getting closer and closer to seeing him after a few months of only facetime. Me and the kids are obviously dressed from head to toe in Red Bull merchandise, on the back of our shirts there are a huge number 11 with Pérez written underneath, we always wear this shirt when there’s a race, Checo says it brings him luck, like we are in the car with him, helping him win.
Once we get through security and start walking to the Red Bull garage we are interrupted by a loud voice calling the kids names: “Carla, Diego!” It wasn’t hard to recognize Max’s voice, he came running towards us and picked up the kids in his arms hugging them, behind him we could see Checo coming almost as fast as Max had, his huge smile of happiness when seeing us almost makes me wanna take the kids to every race, once he’s close enough and since Max was now trying to convince the kids to change their 11 shirts with one with his number, Checo came up to me hugging me tightly, raising my feet of the ground and resting his forehead on mine, my arms instinctively wrap around his neck to hug him back, smiling almost as widely as him: “I’ve missed you so much…” he whispers to me, so softly that if i wasn’t paying close attention to his eyes, I would’ve missed this shine he held in his gaze, a loving caring caze: “I’ve missed you too, this last few months were hard without you, but this… This always makes it worth it, you always make it worth it.” HIs smile got even wider, lowering me on the ground and finally kissing me. It wasn’t a huge kiss since the kids were watching, but it was perfect nonetheless, it was soft, gentle, everything I’d always expect from a kiss coming from Checo: “Ewww!” We could hear three voices complaining from behind us, two small voices and one clearly teasing us we separate from the kiss and Max tells Checo that it’s time to go get prepared to race, Checo gets on one knee in front of the kids kissing their cheeks lovingly and hugging them tightly, these moments… They always make me tear up  from happiness, they make me realize how lucky I am. I have an amazing family, two loving kids whose father is even more loving, who’d never hurt me.
Then it’s time to go, I give Checo a good luck kiss and off he goes to get prepared for the race, once it’s lights out me and the kids are already sat down watching from somewhere private the race, it was a very difficult race, but during the last few laps Checo manages to get pole position, me and the kid are ecstatic, we run out and go to the garage to hug him congratulations, every engineer gives him either a high five or a slight slap on the back, but his eyes are searching for us and once they find us, it’s like he’s on a mission to reach us, pulling the kids into his arms, holding them so closely as they tell him how proud they are, still holding them he gives each of them a kiss on the forehead before he puts them down and he pulls me into a tight hug: “I’ve done it… I have everything I could ever wish for…” He whispers, his eyes glossy with happy tears and so are mine, I can’t stop the soft smile that creeps up my face, his smile just as soft as he gives a soft, gentle kiss on the forehead, almost like a promise, a promise to always be there for me and a promise he made on his wedding vows and still tells me almost every anniversary: “When death takes my hand, I will hold you with the other and promise to find you in every lifetime.” After a few seconds his lips leave my forehead and it’s my turn to give him a gentle kiss on the forehead, promising the same.
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daisybianca · 1 year
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i would love to see jealous rbr!seb if you wouldn't mind 👀
(p.s i love you, keep up the great work <333 )
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pairing: sebastian vettel x femalereader
summary: your boyfriend catches you chatting with fernando alonso... and he doesn't really enjoy it.
warnings: fluff, jealousy, cursing words
(a/n): fernando is a cutie but I needed someone to be the villain so yeah... also thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did while writing it <3
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YOU COULD FEEL the intensely coloful eyes that were staring daggers as you stood with Alonso. Every little laugh that left your lips made his glare just a little more daunting.
Sebastian Vettel would never admit that he was the jealous type, it might hurt the man’s ego if he did. To think that he could be so jealous when you were on the job.
Being a F1 mechanic had always been your dream and he had helped you achieve it under the condition of always walking the paddock with him as his beloved girlfriend.
For God's sake, Fernando was one of his fellow workers, but he couldn’t stand when he made you laugh.
Sebastian approached you as the chaos around you died down, the practice of the day coming to an end.
His hand held a tight grip on your arm, ripping you away from your conversation. Seb smirked as he saw the look on Alonso's face, the fireball always let his anger the best of him.
When you made it far enough away from the eyes of the public he spoke. “What’s going on between you and Alonso? I see you two are having lots of ceaseless conversations the last few days.”
You raised an eyebrow at him and crossed your arms. “Are you serious, Seb?”
You could see his anger rising. “Of course I’m serious, you dumbass. Why else would I be asking you?”
You placed a hand on his arm, hoping just the tiny bit of intimacy would calm him some, the last thing he needed was the media seeing him lose his cool for the millionth time. “Baby, relax.” A mischievous smile tugged at your lips. “Are you jealous?”
His eyes narrowed more than you thought could be humanly possible. “Why do you always ask me that?”
“Because you just pulled me away from a conversation with a friend... while doing my job... just to ask meaningless stuff.” Your tone grew annoyed.
“Fuck.” He looked to the side and crossed his own arms. “I’m not jealous. What do I have to be jealous about? Look at that idiot.” He motioned toward Alonso chatting with a few F1 drivers and stared intently. Fernando caught his glare and pointed to himself before slowly walking away, sensing the tension.
Your boyfriend looked extremely fine in the Red Bull racing suit. You noticed it every single day and it still wasn't enough. An eternity wouldn't be enough either, you thought.
When the small laugh that came from your lips was heard Seb was pulled back to reality. You walked closer to him and put your hands on his shoulder, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. You could see camera flashes around you, but you ignored them. “No one makes me laugh the same way you do Seb, don’t stress yourself out so much.” You looked toward the cameras around you. “The fangirls won’t like that look.”
“Who the hell cares what the fangirls think? I’m already taken.” He wrapped his arms around your waist, the gauntlets cold on your back as they touched your scrubs.
Planting a kiss on your lips, he made sure that the cameras caught it.
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heliads · 2 years
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Hi friend! I love your writing and I was wondering if you were taking requests could you write a racetrack x reader oneshot where they’re not that close but they have both been secretly crushing on each other, and they finally admit it to each other after they have to do a project together? You can take it from there!
this is me, taking it from there
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There is no better gossip in Manhattan than the stuff Katherine Pulitzer brings to the table. Talking to her, you understand why no one in this godless city is able to turn her down for an interview, why no piece of information is ever far from her reach. She has ways of sinking her claws in you, pulling and tugging until you end up telling her your entire life story.
All this, and she’s still the best friend you could ever ask for. Katherine’s been busy as of late, the thrills of having a full time job that she loves, but you still make time for her whenever you can. Right now, the two of you are cloistered in a corner of the Manhattan newsies’ Lodging House, watching the sun sink beneath the horizon through a few cracked windows and keeping each other up to date on everything that’s happened since your last get together.
Katherine has her legs propped up on a table nearby, arms crossed as she surveys the scene. You swear she grows less and less ladylike every time she visits, although that’s surely due to no small share of influence on your part. You’re a wreck already, and you’re determined to drag her down with you. She loves it, you know that.
Jack Kelly has already joked a thousand times that the two of you could take over the whole of New York City if given three days and some cool weather, and you have no doubt that it’s true. That’s the best part of a good friend, you think, there’s nobody here who knows all the ways your brain clicks and whirs except Katherine.
Well, she doesn’t know one point of interest. See, Katherine is convinced that you’ve got a crush on somebody here, that surely you’ve set your heart on at least one of the newsboys. She’s trying to figure out who that potential suitor could be. Unfortunately, given her successful track record when it comes to figuring out stories, you’re fairly sure that she’s going to solve this problem soon enough.
You try to distract her anyway, on the off chance that it might work. “I don’t know why you’re so set on this whole idea. Why would I like anybody here?”
Katherine scoffs, eyes roving the packed Lodging House. “You, Y/N, live in a house full of cute boys who all but worship the ground on which you walk. There’s no way you don’t have a crush on at least one of them.”
You arch a brow. “That seems fake.”
Katherine gestures vaguely at herself. “It worked for me, didn’t it? Once upon a time, I was just like you. Stubborn, hardworking–”
You cut her off with a grin. “Utterly devoted to herself and not other newsboys?”
Katherine holds up a finger in agreement. “See, I thought that at first too, but look at me now. I found Jack and I’ve never looked back.”
You chuckle. “Just because you accidentally fell in love with the most infuriating boy you’d ever met doesn’t mean I’m going to do the same thing. What caused that, anyway? You two bantered one too many times and suddenly you thought he was your sun and stars? That sort of thing is totally absurd. Why would enemies ever fall in love?”
Katherine casts you a knowing look. “You’d be surprised, trust me. Besides, you’re missing one important fact: he was cute. Also, he has a heart bigger than this entire city. I didn’t realize that at first. Now, who’s your crush? I know there has to be one.”
You sigh. “Good luck on that front. I don’t like a single one of these boys like that.”
Katherine’s eyes spark. “Not even Race?”
You freeze, and although you force yourself to breathe normally as soon as you can, even your half second delay doesn’t go unnoticed. Damn Katherine and her eagle eyes.
“What? Race, what about him?” You say, doing your best to remain as innocent as possible.
It’s too late, though. Katherine knows. “Goodness, it is him, isn’t it? I knew it.”
Your eyes widen. “No you didn’t. You’re just lucky that you tossed out that name first.”
Katherine laughs. “I’ve known for weeks. You stare at him so much you’d think the boy was a priceless headline. It’s kind of cute.”
You roll your eyes, trying to ignore the heat rushing to your cheeks. “I’m glad you’re having a good time with this. Look, I don’t feel the same way about Race as you did about Jack. I’ve talked to Race maybe once since I started being a newsie. I just think he’s good looking, that’s all. The feeling will fade in another week.”
Katherine steeples her fingers together. “I’m willing to bet otherwise. All you need to do is get close to him. Just talk to the guy, okay? I swear it’ll be different then. You’ll be irrevocably in love.”
She clasps her hands to her chest in mock theatrics, and you shove her in the shoulder, making the other girl laugh. “Alright, alright, Juliet, you can cool it. Nothing’s going to happen.”
Katherine’s grin, though, is a little too knowing. It sets your suspicions racing. “I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” she says, and you can’t help but wonder what your friend’s got in mind.
It would be great if Katherine weren’t half so cunning, or half so connected to the leader of the Manhattan newsies. When a week comes and goes and suddenly Jack starts talking about how he wants everyone to settle into partners for selling papes, you smell a bad deal. Katherine’s got her hands in this, you can tell.
Your fears are confirmed when Jack calls for you and Race to work together. Supposedly, the ships coming in and out of a nearby harbor have changed, leading to a sudden influx of potential customers around the city blocks. Jack wants the two of you to work together to make sure you can handle all of the new arrivals. 
Although the explanation makes sense, it’s a strange partnership. This seems like an important opportunity, right? Jack is only having two people work together because he wants to make sure not a single visitor goes throughout their day without having been sold a paper or ten. Why, then, would he have you and Race be partners, especially when the two of you have never worked together before? You’re untested in the face of a grand opportunity. It makes no sense.
Or, it would make no sense, were it not for the fact that Katherine surely set you up. You don’t get a chance to see your friend for another couple of days due to some major deadlines on her end, so you won’t be able to confront her about this for a while. The only option you have, then, is to weather this storm and stay so close to your crush until this whole thing blows over.
Race is only half as surprised about this as you are. He whistles as the two of you walk over to the streets near the harbor, occasionally breaking up his melody to point out interesting things the two of you pass. He keeps glancing at you as if he expects you to take off running and abandon him for another friend, but when you don’t, his nerves seem to settle.
You were expecting this whole affair to be stilted and awkward, featuring you tripping over your own words as you try to act normally. You’re not used to being this close to Race; usually, he’s just out of reach, across the room or down a street. He’s a painting to you, a portrait of brilliance that has never been yours, not even to name or touch.
All of a sudden, he’s now feet away, within arm’s reach and looking at you for casual conversation. You didn’t realize his eyes would be this blue up close, nor that his smiles would come so easily for something you said. It’s almost unsettling to be so near him. Usually, you can hide your longing looks through distance, but here, you’re on display. 
Race can tell whenever you’re staring at him because he has nowhere else to look but at you. He certainly takes advantage of it, too– every time you’re unable to keep your eyes from straying to him a second longer, more often than not he’s already turned towards you. The two of you engage in the same immediate shift away, both of you pretending you weren’t looking at each other, but you repeat the same process soon enough. Away and back again, away and back. 
Halfway through the third day, Race says something quietly to you under the guise of rearranging the papers in his bag. “I’m glad Jack put us together.”
You glance up at him in surprise, although for once the boy refuses to meet your eyes. Apparently his papers require a serious amount of attention, because he can’t seem to drag his gaze away from them.
“What?” You ask, not sure if he was even talking to you.
Race’s face flushes a little, but he keeps going anyway. “For this assignment, I mean. We haven’t really spoken before this, and I didn’t know you all too well, but I feel like I know you now. I’m glad we got the chance to talk more often, I mean.”
You smile, and a moment later, Race looks up at last and smiles as well. “I’m glad he had us work together too. I’ve liked getting to know you.”
Race’s face brightens at that. “See, I felt the same way. Always knew you were cool, right? I just never got the chance to check it out for myself.”
You laugh. “We’ve been in the same house and in the same job for years. You’ve had plenty of chances.”
Race playfully shoves you with a free hand. “Rude. You could have done the same thing, you know. I’m not the only one with the ability to speak.”
“Ah, but I thought I’d give you the chance to be a gentleman,” you say, “I wanted to be nice.”
Race scoffs. “Oh, because all of us newsies are nothing but gentlemen. I know I’m incredibly handsome and all that, but I’se never claimed to have manners.”
You grin. “Does that save me from having to be a proper lady? It’s never fit me half as well as Katherine, I can admit that.”
Race frowns. “Of course it does. You know, every now and then I see the two of you walking together and I’m never sure if you’re one of her rich friends or not. Trust me, you’se as ladylike as they come.”
Your brow furrows. “I didn’t realize you saw us. Or paid enough attention to notice us, for that matter. Hell, before Jack put us together I didn’t think you even knew my name.”
Race’s eyes widen. “Why wouldn’t I know you? Y/N, sweetheart, I’m hurt. If I’d known you thought that little of me, I’d have introduced myself a lot earlier.”
You laugh. “You’re calling me ‘sweetheart’ now? You really are taking this gentleman thing to heart, I can see that now. I’m sorry to have ruined your image. Consider me proven wrong. You did pay attention to me.”
The corners of Race’s lips twitch up into a smile despite his best attempts to silence it. “All the time, sweetheart. Far more often than you thought, believe me.”
He glances again once he says it, and you realize that Race might have been keeping a more careful eye on you than you thought. It makes you smile.
“You wouldn’t be the only one looking,” you say carefully, “I saw you too. Just didn’t think you were seeing me.”
The two of you have been walking down the block, but Race stops all of a sudden, looking you straight on with an intensity you haven’t ever seen on him before.
“I saw you all the time,” he whispers, eyes a deeper blue than ever, “I still do. I don’t think I see anybody but you.”
Your breath catches in your chest. You’ve pictured this moment, or something like it, dozens of times in your head, but those were only fantasies. This, though, this is real, and suddenly you don’t know what to say. All of your imagined responses suddenly bleed dry.
Race’s gaze flicks to your lips, and suddenly you know the perfect answer. With the last bit of your courage dancing like sparks around your eyes, you lean forward and kiss him. You’re close enough that you can feel Race startle when you do, but then he’s kissing you back with enough force that it’s your turn to be surprised. How long has he been wanting this? Perhaps just as long as you.
When the two of you break away, Race’s forehead is tilted against yours, his breath soft on your cheeks. “That was certainly something, sweetheart. I’m beginning to think that I should have asked us to be selling partners a long time ago.”
You laugh quietly. “We still have plenty of time.”
And so you do. Today seems endless, next week a blessed eternity. You have all the time in the world to explore this love, and in the meantime, you need to set up an appointment with your best friend. You certainly have a good story to tell.
newsies tag list: @lovesanimals0000, @misguidedswagger, @thatfangirl42, @amortensie
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cutielando · 2 months
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my love ~ lando norris
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synopsis: hard-launching your relationship and showing the world just how much of a simp lando is <3
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landonorris my whole world. tagged: y/n.official
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y/n.official i love you so much <3
landonorris i love you more baby <3
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y/n.official don't listen to him, we love you max <3
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landonorris thanks! now you can finally stop calling me lando norizz
y/n.official never stop calling him lando norizz, carlos
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landonorris y/n.official whose side are you on?
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user1 OMFG I CAN'T BELIEVE THISSSSS. LANDO NORIZZ??????? 🤯🤯
user2 PARENTS
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mclaren can't wait to see you in the paddock, y/n! 🧡 liked by y/n.official, landonorris and 14,967 others
user5 our papaya boy found his papaya girl 🧡🥺🥺
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ditttiii · 1 year
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⇢ summary: “I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?” 
⇢ genre: tipsy & risqué 
⇢ pairing: max verstappen x best friend reader
⇢ w/c: 1.3k
⇢ a/n: all my f1 fics have been moved onto @rosegasly​. all future f1 updates will be posted onto my side only. 
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You should know by now that you are terrible with alcohol after one too many puking sessions and horrible hangovers. Still, when Max—your reigning best friend, now world champion—crossed the checkered flag in Abu Dhabi, there was no other way the night was going to end. 
 Feeling the burn of bile creep up your throat again, you push forward on your knees, clutching the cold porcelain of the toilet bowl with all your might as you throw up what feels like days worth of food. 
 The cool touch of said best friend’s hand rubbing soothing circles across your back is as much a relief against your scorching hot skin as a knife moulded with thick, unadulterated guilt that is digging into the gaps of your rib the longer you are awake and thinking. His other hand busy holding your hair back over your head. While your thoughts aren’t entirely coherent, the fact that you are ruining what is probably Max’s best night yet isn’t exactly lost on you either. 
Tears sting your eyes as your stomach finally settles, only a hollow sinking feeling where there was once turbulence, and you can’t decipher if it’s the lack of food or the drunk realisation of what a shitty friend you make at the moment. 
 “i am sorry,” the apology comes out meek, liquid pooling into your eyes and blurring your vision. 
 “Schatje,” his voice is every bit the affection, love and exasperation that you don’t deserve and you tuck your face away between the protective curl of your arms over the toilet bowl. If you were a little less drunk, maybe you’d be disgusted, but all you want to do right now is hide away so you can’t see the forgiveness swimming in his gaze. 
 “You trying to hide the running mascara? Come on, you know you can do worse,” Max teases and the sound coming out of you is equal parts sob and snort. 
 Strong arms curl across your chest, resting slightly above your breasts and your heart goes into overdrive as you sit there torn between feeling grounded by his presence and your stupid crush rearing its head again to mess with you. “You gonna come out of the toilet bowl anytime soon?” 
 His breath tickles the shell of your ear as his chin finds home on the curve where your neck meets your shoulder and you can’t hold back the shiver that races through you at the warm sensation. 
 With a firm tug he pulls you back, your head lolling to the side of his chest and burying itself in his warmth and safety. 
 “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” 
 Another steady pull and he has you on your feet, guiding you to the sink nearby. The angle of your neck turns awkward as you wrap your arms around his waist, face still nuzzled against his signature white tee secured tight between the clench of your fingers. 
 Touch as gentle as it can be, he holds your chin, tilting your face towards the basin and you wordlessly turn the tap on. You are half tempted to drink the water but stop yourself from following through on that urge, gargling and washing the acidity from your mouth instead. 
 The angel of a man you blessedly call your best friend drags your ass out, giving you bottled water which you finally gulp down like the parched woman you are. Sated and no longer reeking of bile, you nuzzle back into Max’s chest, half-formed apologies spilling from you in an endless stream. 
 He keeps quiet, allowing you time to let things off your chest. After years of being there with the others most vulnerable, he knows you better than he does himself and as much as the sight of your pink, blotchy cheeks and drunken apologies makes his chest tight, he realises how much you need it. The weight of unsaid words always weighs heavy on your shoulders, and he has never cut you off when you open up. Instead, choosing to console and talk through those thoughts after. 
 What seems like hours, but is probably only minutes later you finally bring yourself to move away from his chest, the death grip you had on his shirt loosening enough to allow you to look up. 
 In the club’s dim lighting, out of focus, eye to eye, crystal blue spilling into the dark of your eyes, your grip on reality slips a little more. 
 “I like your stupid face. It’s so stupid. It’s so… I like it. Can I touch it?”
 Dark lashes shutter your view of the endless blue as Max blinks, a little taken aback before a smile breaks out. Rosey lips and pinker cheeks and the faint dusting of freckles over the bridge of his nose and high of his cheeks. It’s him. With every breath, you breathe him. Amidst all the cigarette smoke and stale of old carpet under your foot and the sweat in the air; all you register now is him. Max. Your best friend. The one person you would give up everything for, knowing he would do the same. 
 “Go ahead. Touch me.” You can’t tell if his voice has gone lower, deeper, or if you have just pressed yourself too close to him. The vibrations from his chest travelling to you through yours from where they are against each other, not a hair’s breadth of space in between as you near. The lines between close and too close blurring in your indebted state of mind. 
 The last thing you see before your eyes fall shut is the blue of his. Cerulean and crystal, the faintest blue in the light, edges coloured a dark green in the shadows and its endless. Their depth, his gaze, the twin pounding of both your hearts, the heavy breaths and the sweat from the humid club over your skins. 
 His lips are every bit as soft as you had imagined them to be. Sweet like your most beloved candy, light as a feather as they brush against you. Hesitant, then sure. Worried for what could be lost but realising what could be gained. Gentle, then a little more forceful as your back slams against the wall and you groan. 
 It’s relief. It’s desperation. The way you have starved to touch him, have him feel you. Breathe in his exhales; let them become one in you to make them yours. Kissing him to mark him yours, having him in your arms and knowing you could never let go. 
 He grinds into you and it’s dirty and messy, more the high of your hip bones and the thick of his jeans than anything else, but his fingers still dig into the curve of your waist almost painfully. His ragged breath making you shiver when his nose grazes your skin and you hear more so than feel him inhale your scent. 
 He bites your lip and licks it better. You tug his hair, then caress his face. 
 It’s sexual and innocent and when its finally too much and you can no longer hold your collective breaths, you smile instead. Your lips curled into a smile over his grin and it’s suddenly okay. Everything the night has been and every sleepless night that you two have spent tormented over unreciprocated feelings leading up to it. 
 You fall into his arms as much as he does into yours and it’s like the last of your puzzle pieces slot into place. 
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f1daydreamers · 5 months
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𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐑𝐮𝐧 [𝐌𝐕𝟏]
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Pairing: Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader
Summary: Being caught in the rain without an umbrella isn't fun, but when you're with Max? Fuck it.
Warnings: literally fluff and a tad bit of argumentative banter?
Word Count: 1.1k words (4 mins reading time avg)
As you set your glass down, Max straightened in his chair. There was a restless energy radiating from him, a clear sign that he was ready to leave.
"Finished?" He inquired with a subtle hum, and you responded with a silent nod.
With grace, you retrieved your bag from the ground, rising from your seat and tucking the chair neatly back in place. The waiter, ever vigilant, collected your empty plates, and you extended your gratitude with a smile.
As you both made your way toward the exit, you acknowledged the doorman with a gracious thank you, and he obligingly held the door open for you.
However, the moment you stepped out but still shaded by the awning above, the heavens burst open, drenching the world with an unrelenting downpour.
Goosebumps instantly formed on your arms, and you shivered, the chill creeping down your body.
Max shoved his wallet back into his jacket pocket, his gaze shifting to meet your eyes as your head turned in his direction.
"M, the umbrella," you mentioned casually, expectant in your tone.
Max quirked an eyebrow. "What umbrella?" Your head swiveled entirely to face him, a glimmer of hope that his apparent confusion was part of a playful ruse.
"Very funny," you muttered, attempting a strained grin.
"What's funny?" Max inquired, genuinely perplexed by your reaction.
With an audible sigh of exasperation, you pointed skyward for emphasis. "Max, you do know what an umbrella is right?"
"Babe, I don't know what umbrella you're talking about." Max's bewilderment was written all over his furrowed brows and the slight tilt of his head, as if an invisible umbrella had eluded his understanding.
You replied as calmly as you could, "what do you mean? The umbrella, our umbrella." Unfortunately, the perplexed expression on your boyfriend's face remained unchanged, and another gust of harsh wind ruffled your body.
"I didn't bring our umbrella," Max confessed, his brows furrowing as he patted down his jacket pockets, searching for the missing item.
You crossed your arms, a mix of irritation and disappointment etched across your face. "I told you to bring the umbrella."
Max's shoulders slumped, and he withdrew his hand from his pocket, his expression reflecting regret. "No, you said you were bringing the umbrella."
Your frustration gave way to a puzzled expression as you uncrossed your arms, "I said to bring the umbrella, not that I was bringing the umbrella."
There was a brief pause, during which Max's regretful expression slowly transformed into one of realisation. He replayed the conversation in his mind and finally spoke up.
"Oh, you did say that, didn't you?" He admitted with a sheepish grin, his hand absentmindedly rubbing his neck.
"Yeah," you replied with a sigh, deciding that there was no use in getting mad now.
Max took a step closer, draping his arm around your shoulder, and you couldn't help but smile at the small gesture of warmth it gave.
"We could get a taxi," you looked up at his suggestion and scoffed. "The apartment's literally down the road."
Looking around, you pursed your lips. "We can wait here for a bit, maybe the rain will let up."
Max nodded, and you leaned your head on his shoulder as he sqeezed his arm tighter around your body. But after a few minutes of waiting, the rain showed no signs of stopping, so you both exchanged a resigned look.
Max's lips curled into a grin as his hold on you loosened, pulling his jacket off of his arms and resting it on your shoulders.
"You know what, babe? Fuck it. Let's make a run for it."
You raised an eyebrow, amused by his sudden enthusiasm. "Are you insane?" Max wasn't one to refrain from sharing his weird and wonderful thoughts but this one kinda had you thinking a few screws had loosened.
His expression remained determined. "Come on. We can't stay here forever."
His proposal filled you with a mix of excitement and trepidation, but you'd be lying if you said he didn't have a point.
"Fine, but if I go down, I'm taking you with me." He smiled and extended his hand out to you.
"Deal." You chuckled, shaking his hand before he intertwined them together. As you both left the relative shelter of the awning, the relentless downpour immediately drenched you to the bone.
Your footsteps echoed through the empty, rain-slicked streets, a symphony of splashing and laughter in the otherwise silent night.
Max held your hand firmly, not letting go for a second, as if the strength of his grip could keep you both upright on the slippery pavement. His shirt stuck to his frame, and water streamed from the ends of his tousled hair.
Your clothes were heavy and clinging to your skin. Your laughter, mingling with Max's along with some curse words, echoed through the empty streets as you both raced toward your apartment complex.
By the time you reached the entrance of your apartment complex, Max pulled open the door and shut it quickly behind you.
Your hearts were racing, and you were both completely soaked. Water dripped from your hair, and you could feel it running down your skin.
Max let go of your hand, standing in the lobby of the building, panting and dripping wet. "Well, that was fun," Max said with a grin, his eyes light as he messed with his hair.
You couldn't help but smile back, your heart still pounding with exhilaration. “Yeah, fun."
With a shared chuckle, you both headed for the elevator, leaving a trail of raindrops behind you which the cleaner would probably resent you for in the morning.
He pressed the button for your floor, and the doors shut. The confined space felt cosy and intimate, and you couldn't help but meet Max's gaze with a knowing smile.
He brushed a strand of wet hair from your face, his touch gentle and tender, despite the fact that both of you were absolutely soaking.
His grin widened as you shivered, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a slow, lingering kiss. The taste of rainwater on your lips was sweet and refreshing, you smiled as he pulled away.
He didn't move far though, "you know," his whispering voice a little husky, "we should probably get out of these wet clothes."
You met his suggestion with a glint in your eyes. "You think? And whose idea was it to go running in the rain, hmm?"
Max laughed, a deep and hearty sound that filled the elevator. "Alright, alright, it was a team decision."
You hummed and he leaned in again, kissing you a couple more times as the elevator made its ascent.
When it finally reached your floor, you reluctantly pulled away from your boyfriend, knowing that you needed to get out and change into dry clothes.
"Next time, bring the umbrella please," you said, your smile lingering.
Max's eyes sparkled with mischief as he responded, "After that? I'm never bringing it again."
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dreamauri · 7 months
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𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗘, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 ─ ୨୧ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ :🪴: ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ─ ୨୧ ─ ┇our life and heart no longer belong to you. ┊sebastian plucks you out and makes sure your love is his and only his ┇︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶꒷꒦˚₊   ┇ . 🌿 :: pairing — ( dark! rbr! sebastian vettel x fem! reader ) ┇ . 🫧 :: ⁠genre — ( dark / yandere + smut )  ┇ . 🌿 :: ⁠word count — ( 2, 053 )  ╰ 🫧  :: ⁠ content warning — ( death, murder, blood, genocide, dark over all )
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"you're mine, you."
your were finally able to pry your eyes open. your hazy vision did not give you much information. you could see the warm lights from the lampposts come and go as the boy carried you on back, walking with you through the night.
you could hear his words and sentences, you can feel the vibrations from his back as he hummed a song yet you couldn't make out the lyrics. you couldn't move your limp body or arms, nor open your mouth to speak. just a bag of bones being carried around.
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"Stop fighting me." He raised his voice, gripping your bicep tightly and harshly. Hiccups and quiet cries left your mouth as you dropped to the floor trying to resist.
"Stop it, Y/N!" "No!" You wriggled and fussed, trying to free yourself from the German, unsuccessful as all your other tantrums have been.
"I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." You breathed heavily, looking up into the blue eyes you hate so much.
"You’re going to regret saying that, Y/N." He warned. This was probably when you should’ve stopped. You wouldn’t want to cross the line, especially with such an unpredictable man like Sebastian Vettel. 
"I do not. I hate you. You’re the worst driver in history! I wish I never met you. I wish I’d stayed with Mark, who’s much more of a man than you—" Your words got caught in your tongue from the loud slap. You shook it off, feeling your cheek start to sting as you glared up at him. 
Fresh hot tears pooled in your eyes as he forced you from your chin to look up at him. "You belong to me, Y/N." He indented his words to try and get the words in your head. "Mark my words you will regret even thinking of using your pretty tongue and lips, that belong to me, to say any other wretched beings name!" 
And like it was nothing, he tossed you on the floor. You tried to catch him before he exited the hell hole of a room, only to trip on your cuffed ankles and miss the opportunity. Laying on the cold floor, you looked up at the small high window, indicating you were underground in the basement.
"Let me go." You cried, crawling and sitting against the door, hugging your knees. "I will never free you. You’re here with me to stay!" You heard him shout. The tears finally trailed down your cheeks as you sat and waited and waited and waited.
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A loud gasp left your mouth as you watched your former co-worker's body be dumped on the floor. It wasn't the most pleasant surprise to receive in the middle of the night, especially with Mark's bare skin all bruised up and bleeding.
His name fell on your lips several times as you tripped and crawled to his side, pulling his pattered and purple body into your arms. He was cold and barely breathing.
"Aww, look at you." You winced upon seeing Sebastian walk into the room, red crowbar in hand. You flinched at the loud slam of the door, panic starting to set in with each step forth the shirtless man took. His chest and sweatpants splattered with the blood on the Australian man. You tried to pull Mark and yourself away, but the Australian was too heavy for you.
You held Mark tightly to your chest only for him to be ripped from your embrace. Sebastian flipped the crowbar in his hand before slamming it down on Mark's back.
A shrill scream left your lips as you saw the red piece of metal clyde with Mark's chest, emitting a bone crushing sound. "Stop! Stop! Please stop." Tripping on your legs, you hugged Sebastian’s thigh, trying to pull him away or hold him back.You flinched and cried with each swing. 
Pushing yourself to stand up, you hugged Sebastian's chest, standing in between him and his teammate. "I'll be a good girl!" You gave in, anything to make him stop. "I'll be a good girl. I'll be here everyday waiting for you. I'll hug and kiss you and—" you gulped deeply. "and have sex with you, whenever you want. All the time!" you promised.
". . . Any time?" You nodded quickly, looking fearfully into his dark eyes. "Any time. Just don't hurt anyone. Promise me you won't hurt anyone." "And why would I do that?" "B—because I'm yours." You wiped your tears. Sebastian could only smile, tilting his head as he looked at you. "I'm all yours. You have me." You begged.
"So," he put his hand on your back pulling you in his chest, that sickening smile covering his face as he leaned down, licking up the side of your neck to your ear. "If I were to undress you and fuck you on the floor, right now. . ." he waited for you to answer or react.
You gulped, taking in a deep shaky breath as you felt your heartbeat patter and thump in your chest. And with no hesitation and shaky legs, you quickly unclasped your bra, throwing it away and pulling your panties to fall down at your legs. "No, Y/N.” You ignored Mark, closing your eyes.
And with all the strength you could muster, you held Sebastian's neck, pulling him down into a rough kiss. You could feel his smirk on your lips and the bulge in his pants pressing in your stomach. Sebastian felt himself grow stronger as he pressed you to the floor, his fingers digging in your core and lips biting on your skin. You tried to hold your body still. You felt no pleasure.
His fingering was rough and his bites were so aggressive he could almost draw blood. "Stop it, you're hurting her." the barley conscious man a few feet away tried to interject only to receive a kick to his ribs.
"Are you jealous?" Sebastian haunted. You felt yourself whimper as the German gripped your hips, getting on his knees. And with one thrust, your scream filled the room, body catching fire. "Shhhh." Sebastian covered your mouth with his palm, an eager smile on his face as he began moving, feeling like heaven was served to him on a plate.
You didn't know how much longer it was, but you were cross eyed, tongue sticking out, moaning and heaving, all bruised over with hickeys and love bites. Sebastian was gently singing in your ear with his forearms leaning on either side of your head, pressing soft and gentle kisses to your neck, opposite to his earlier demeanour.
He must've let out all your negative energy now that he’s handling you so gently and lovingly. His thumb trailing down your skin from the flesh of your stomach to your clit. The slightest touch had you bucking your hips and arching your back, grabbing onto his shoulders.
"Oh you like that?" He whispered in your ear, starting to rub circles and lines. "You're close, I can feel you, Meine Liebe." [my love] with a gasp and a whimper, you felt your coil break and the blonde's thrusts slow to a halt. Must've not been your first orgasm if it hurt.
"Love me strong or sweetly. I need you night and day." He sang quietly as he pulled out, standing up and pulling his sweatpants up. "arm in arm," he hoisted your tired and curled body bride style. "Hand in hand. We will be found together." Seb kissed your cheek gently, walking atop of Mark's, now dead body, as he carried you out of the room. "Arm in arm, lips to lips. we're chained and long together . . . I own you."
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You sat on the counter, watching Sebastian cook breakfast over the stove. It's been months now. And he's been singing the same song, driving you nuts. "I don't need to buy love. you're a slave to my love." He chuckled as he flipped the pancakes, turning to you with a smile. "Sing with me, Y/N."
you gave him a small smile, shaking your head with a small giggle. 'Just play along. play along.' you thought over and over. "In every way, you're mine."
You grew used to his gentle yet dark eyes. Sleeping beside him was no longer tough if you just let him. He's not going to hurt you, you learned. He's too obsessed with you, too in love. too busy worshipping you.
Showering wasn't hard if you ignored his hungry stares or roaming hands. eating felt like dying because the food, yet delicious, was made by the hands that drained the blood from your co-worker’s and friend's corpse to teach you a lesson. His mouth felt like fire when it touched you, and if only you really were on fire to rid yourself of the skin he touched and ruined.
You spend your days with him, pretending to be happy. Being hand fed and carried around. Being spoiled with gifts didn't make you as happy as you wished it would. The princess treatment felt like hell.
But you had to learn to love it. You had to learn to live like this. This was your life now after all. "Arm in arm, hand in hand. We will be found together. Heart to heart, lips to lips. We're chained and long together." You and Sebastian sang together.
You eyed his bare back gritting your teeth, watching the man that had turned your life miserable pour pancake mix onto the pan. red, was what you saw and blood fell from your angry eyes.
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"Augh, dang it. I forgot to get towels." Sebastian sighed as he looked around the steamy bathroom. He turned back to see your shaking boy sitting in the tub, waiting.
"Stay right there, I'll be—" the blond leaned down, kissing you gently. "I'll be right back." He promised with a smile that you returned before he left. As soon as the door shut behind him, your smile dropped and body shaking stopped.
And with the courage you've built up, you disappeared.
"Schatz?" [darling] Sebastian looked around the bathroom confused, holding the towel he promised you.
"Schatz? Y/N?" He called through the house, stepping down the stairs holding up the towel around his waist. He was starting to get worried, jogging around and searching frantically.
"Y/N? My love?" He called louder and louder, going through each door, room and closet, the panic of losing you starting to set in as cold seat trailed down his skin and forehead. "Nein nein nein! Nein, Y/N! O GOTT, NEIN." [no no no. no, y/n. oh god no] he cussed and cussed as he started to heave.
Running and re-checking every spot in the house, Sebastian gripped on his hair, feeling tears beginning to pool in his eyes, already missing and needing the feeling of your skin on his.
prick, he felt the needle slide in his neck.
And within seconds his body collapsed on the floor. He felt someone turn him over with their foot, and when he was finally rolled on his back to see his assailant, he saw you, gently kneeling down and sitting on his chest.
"I, own you." You sang gently, throwing the needle aside as you gently wiped your warden's hair off his beautiful eyes and sweat from his forehead. "I don't need to buy love. You're a slave to my love." you raised the kitchen knife above your head, gripping it tightly with both your hands. "In every way you're mine." you ended the song.
"Y/N—" he hiccup, tears trailing down his eyes and temple, looking up at his inevitable fate. "Please, Y/N—"
Plorkk!
you hated that your name was the last thing on his lips. Blood spurted on your face as you watched the boy beneath you choke and heave on his own blood.
When that was finally over, you pushed yourself up on your feet, dragging yourself a few good steps away from the fresh German corpse. Tears mixed with the blood on your face as you processed the events. Laughs turned into sobs as you fell on your side, hugging your bare body, curling in on yourself.
What have you done?
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