#each of them is like a 10 minute drive at max

[pumpkinofthedale]

Gamers I'm hungry, you know what that means

[keelt9]

A Promised Beyond The Corners (F.1)

A/N: I totally forgot I should post this on different days, so it’s 2x1. 🍒

Fragments: Fragment 1 // Fragment 2 // Fragment 3

“Don't laugh!” But how he couldn't? She forgot her purse in her suitcase which is in her home over her bed.

Oscar kisses her cheek, as she keeps her eyes closed, her head resting against the seat of the car.

“That's why I keep recalling the red colour.��� Y/N tries to remember the moment she changed her suitcases, leaving her papers next to her phone. 

The car turned around the corner, there it is circuit Gilles Villeneuve. 

“So lucky all the credit cards are digital.” She tries to console herself.

“And we got a spare pass.” Oscar plays with her as she covers her face, he couldn't find her more adorable.

She actually improved compared to the first months they turned into a couple. Living miles away is complicated, no matter how much they want to see each other or how much they missed, collide their schedule and places are hard 

The first time she refused to let him alone in the GP, she forgot her computer to keep working and her suitcase with her clothes; as time passed she got to bring almost all she could need, almost.

“You're such a supportive boyfriend Piastri.” Y/N takes her hand from his. 

But Oscar grabs her face, giving her a kiss. “I love you so much.” 

Y/N smiles between the kiss, feeling so loved by him. 

“Don't worry, I pay for everything.” Y/N pushed him, hitting his chest. 

The car park as he stole her another kiss, with her trying to avoid him, still she's slow.

“See you inside ok?” He said as hugs her one more time. “Are you sure you won't lose?”

“Go away!” Y/N laughs as he opens the door with a proud smile.

That's their routine every GP, Oscar takes a couple of minutes ahead before she gets inside; now she gets used to the cameras still she utterly prefers keeping them away, and Oscar respects that.

It's a critical race, if he wins this, he definitely increased the point gap and put a foot on the championship. Reason why she refuses to watch the race from her house. 

Inside of the paddock the usual movement is taking place, by the time she gets inside drivers are all preparing for the parade as special guests are arriving too.

When the moment of changing clothes came, that's where the “Special P81 routine” began.

With suit race on, Y/N knocks two times his door for she gets in.

“Whoa, do I tell you how handsome you are?” Leaning against the door as Oscar cheeks get pink and his eyes closed.

“Y/N…” Oscar warns her with a soft tone.

“Ok ok ok, sorry, I'll be calm.” She clears her throat and walks where he's adjusting the suit hugging him by his back. “Drive safe ok?”

He chuckles as grabs her hands. “I know I don't have to tell but, keep calm and enjoy it, you got this.”

Oscar closes his eyes, feeling her breathing that is calming for him.

She kisses his shoulder and lets him go, he turns around kissing her forehead.

“I love you.” Oscar said before finally must leave. “You'll be in the garage?”

Y/N scoff like it would be a way someone takes out of there.

As Oscar prepares for getting inside of the car hearing the last indications, Y/N appears in the garage crossing paths with Lando, making him laugh as they high five.

The final instructions and Oscar is ready, taking the last look to Y/N headphones on and winking at him, he gives her a thumbs up, as the loud sound of the car engine, and the cover tyres are removing for him to get out.

For one hour she moves incessantly in her seat, Oscar keeps the lead almost all the time, losing for 10 laps due enters to pits with a slow stop, causing she bites her knuckles for that 10 laps until in turn 5, Max aggressive style was used against him, Oscar got the position back.

“Yes!” She screams winning the eyes of people as they smile too.

It took him 4 laps to increase the gap with Max and by the last ones Oscar had a comfortable gap, crossing the line with a difference of 5 seconds.

The team high five with each other as they shout in joy, that one step closer to the championship.

The crew ran to the podium to congratulate Oscar as some of the others celebrated in the garage.

Tom finds her hugging the crew, shaking his head.

“What are you doing here?” He said as she hugged him. “Go! He wants you there.”

Tom softly pushed her, seeing her doubts. “Go!”

The vibration of the motor still is clear in his chest as he raises over the car with his hands in the air, he got it.

Running to celebrate with his team, he jumps over them as they pat him and congratulate him.

Going down he conceded a few photos before taking his helmet.

The victory is amazing, his name on the top is unique.

“Oscar!” One of the mechanics screams at him before he walks away. “This way.”

However, seeing her running among the crowd with a big smile on her face…that’s his podium, he reflects on her eyes.

“You did it!” He hugs her tighter, hating the damn fence between them. “I told you!”

“I'm sweating, I'm sorry I..” The fact he's apologising for such a foolish thing causes her giggle.

“I love you so much.” Y/N she whispers for only he could hear it, the one who actually matters.

Oscar knows he's holding her longer than he should; people talk, the flashes are repeating over and over again, but his mind is in a far away place.

It's been a couple of weeks that a thought has been running in his mind, now, after the victory with her among his arms any word said, it makes so much more sense than ever.

“There is something I want to do.” He spoke softly at her as she held back her shaking breathing. “Not here, just, wait a little bit more.”

Y/N splits a little bit enough for looking at him with curiosity as she's trying to guess what is in his mind. 

How could something else be in his mind when he's in the middle of this moment?

“Is it a good surprise or a weird one?” Y/N asks, finally letting him go, a podium is waiting for him.

Oscar kisses her cheek, grabbing one side of her face, one more time before going.

“I believe, a good one.” He smiles at her walking back for leaving his helmet and going to the top of the podium.

As the Australian anthem plays, Y/N couldn't avoid a few tears rolling down, whipping it immediately. It's been a long way but seeing him with fireworks at his back as he takes a long glimpse of her and smiles is all she needs.

Totally drenched Oscar found her on his way to the garage with a trophy in his hands and bottle on the other. 

“Go! The team is waiting.” She pushed him to walk to the garage, where the team was waiting to celebrate.

Oscar laughs as he walks, dragged by the team who keep congratulating him. After the photo session and covered in champagne Oscar lifts her as she observes from inside of the garage.

“Oh you're freezing!” Y/N as she put her arms around his neck. He pulls down the race suit at the level of his waist to avoid her getting wet too. “And with a curious aroma.”

Oscar laughs, putting her down. “Just another couple of hours and we go, ok?”

“Take your time.” Y/N kisses his cheek. “It's not like I could go either.”

“Ha ha ha, so funny.” He gives a quick peck on her lips. 

Oscar tingles every finger of his around her left hand as she sings the papers of the check out.

“Have a good flight miss.” The receptionist wished for her with a polite smile containing the giggles of a F1 driver in that situation.

Pouting as he rolls his eyes peeking over her shoulder.

“Thank you.” Y/N tries to pull her hand to take all her stuff but Oscar does it, refusing to leave her hand.

In one hand he picked her phone and her jacket. 

“Ok, but I can…” Y/N prevented the 6th time discussion about the same thing. She stood in front of him and kissed him.

Causing Oscar to let her hand only for grabbing a side of her face as he turns a simple kiss in a romantic scene.

Y/N grabs his shirt, already missing his warmth and cuddles.

“A couple of days…” She said between kisses. “We have to work, you know?”

Oscar breathes out as they keep walking. “Call me when you land, ok?”

Y/N nods as Oscar opens the door of the car which will take her safe and sound to the airport, although he’s clinging to her hand. 

“Oscar…” Y/N clicks her tongue. 

“Sorry, I…just go… another way I'll be sneaking in until the airport.”

Having a F1 driver in a normal airport sounds like a lot of chaos on a Monday morning.

“I love you.” He said before kissing one more time her lips.

After the meetings of the week, Oscar was finally free on Thursday morning.

Hating he arrived the same day late at night, but that's how flights work. 

It's 2:16 in the morning and by the way all her house is in total darkness, of course she must be totally asleep.

Carefully he opened the door, still rossines like when he found out what her password was.

8241.

His number at both sides, in the middle of them, the year he won his first GP.

Inside it all darkness, he doesn't need to switch on the light. Oscar knows he needs to walk carefully until the soft light of her bedroom is visible. 

She isn't afraid of the darkness, but she feels unwell and threatens being alone in the middle of it. So she left a night light next to her.

And there she is, on her left against the window, covered with the sheet around her waist holding her pillow.

Oscar carefully changes his clothes, consumed by the tiredness, carefully removing the pillow from her arms.

She moves, scared. “It's ok, it's me.” Oscar whispers to her to calm her down.

With barely open eyes, she put a smile on her face when saw him, moving carefully to her left, making enough space for him.

“You're here?” Oscar giggles; she's clearly sleepy. 

He put his arm in the curve of her neck and the other around her waist kissing her temple.

She couldn't say another word, she just sighs deeply hugging him tight, saying softly.

“I feel safe with you.”

Y/N groans when her alarm starts to sound, with eye open she switches off, noticing an arm around her waist.

“You actually have to work?” A little bit scared she turns around finding Oscar with eyes closed and a soft smirk on his lips. “So you were actually asleep.”

Y/N whine throwing herself over him laying on his chest. 

“Omg! It wasn't a dream.” Oscar hugs her kissing the top of her head. “I love you.”

Oscar chuckles, feeling her heartbeat close to his. “God.” He touches her face. “How beautiful you are.” For hiding her in his chest.

“Even if I hate to say it… I have to go to work.” She stands with the touch of Oscar all along her arm.

“Breakfast is on me.” He said as she went inside of the bathroom.

Making her look over her shoulder with a delighted expression on her face.

30 minutes later she goes to the kitchen fully dressed.

“Smells delicious.” Y/N perks over Oscar's shoulder. “Oh crêpes!”

Oscar notices her struggling with her necklace, taking out the last crêpe he left on the plate with fruit next to him. 

“Let me help you.” He grabs the necklace, of course it must be the necklace he gave to her on their first anniversary.

A delicate gold necklace with a tiny fragment of tourmaline.

“There it is.” Oscar smiles at her, holding her neck.

Y/N scoff rolling her eyes with a smile. “Work thing.” She complains.

Oscar bluffs, ready to let her go, not without a kiss.

[lsunstreakerl]

GP/Max soulmates, or any other couple but SOULMATES MY BELOVED

this was fun! internal crisis GP, you are so loved, please go take a xanax.

2.8k, GP POV, explicit

relationships: max verstappen/gianpiero lambiase

relevant heads up: soulmates, top max verstappen, bottom gianpiero lambiase, age gap

Gianpiero doesn't have a soulmate. All the other kids had grown up with bumps and bruises they didn't recognize, bruised knees that didn't belong to them, and Gianpiero had stayed himself.

Each bruise accounted for, every scrape his own. Either his soulmate was wrapped in bubble wrap, or he didn't have one.

He doesn't think about the other answer— that he's older. It's taboo, something he didn't realize until he was 10, that not having any soulmate marks could sometimes be a bad thing. It's easier to say he's one of the rare few that doesn't have a soulmate at all.

He's subject to teasing here and there, but more frequently the joke becomes that his soulmate is one of his engineering textbooks. He's always been interested in cars, and while he has a brief time running with a friend in a band— and has a fling with a girl, one who really doesn't have a soulmate, feeling guilty the entire time— he ultimately returns to school.

Soulmates don't matter as much in school, he's learned.

He's eighteen the first time he wakes up with a bruise he doesn't recognize. It sends him into a spiral so bad he debates swearing off modern life and becoming a monk.

He goes to therapy instead.

------

Gianpiero isn't evil for having a younger soulmate. That's what his therapist has been trying to tell him, anyways. It just means they're meant to meet later in life, when they're both ready— and Gianpiero has been so patient for so long, surely he can wait a while longer.

He thinks he might like to wait forever, that having no soulmate would've been better than this.

------

His soulmate bruises easily. Over the years Gianpiero perfects his lies to his friends about being "clumsy", because how else can he explain seventeen years of not having one, and then magically his soulmate appears? The universe doesn't reassign partners. The shame lives deep in his chest, demanding atonement.

He doesn't know how to make up for it.

------

He's twenty-four the first time he has a handprint on him. It rocks his world, again.

------

He takes classes on working with abuse victims. He doesn't know if he'll ever use it, but he wakes up each morning with fingerprint bruises and a growing tension at the base of his skull, and he knows if he ever does meet his soulmate—

Gianpiero will not fall in love with his soulmate. But he can be there for them, in a respectable way. In the right ways.

------

He wakes up feeling like he's been hit by a truck, fingers numb and chest wheezing. It's not common to catch illness from your soulmate, it means they're in bad shape, and Gianpiero hacks up a depressing puddle of bile into the toilet as he shakes. He feels too hot and too cold all at once, bruises across his torso, and he'd go to the doctor if he thought it would do anything, but they'd all tell him the same thing.

He can't fix it for his soulmate, but if Gianpiero takes it easy, treats the symptoms from his end, then his soulmate will feel the effects, at least a little.

He lies to his boss about having a stomach bug, buys six cans of chicken noodle soup, and settles in for the long haul.

------

He's thirty when he wakes up with racing belts bruised into his chest, and he spends a solid twenty minutes staring at himself in the mirror, hoping he's hallucinating.

They don't go away.

It means his soulmate drives, and Gianpiero is a race engineer, and he's seventeen years too old—

------

Gianpiero develops a reputation for being notoriously apathetic about the junior categories. The others joke that he's cold hearted, or that he doesn't like kids, and he buries the truth down as far as he can shove it. Some mornings he wakes up with balaclava lines on his cheeks, sore feet and tight fingers. The seatbelt bruises appear at random, and he makes a point to not listen in on if any junior drivers have had notable crashes.

Seventeen.

Seventeen seventeen seventeen—

------

Max Verstappen is Red Bull's new prodigal son. He's ruthless and he's young and he's wild, the brand personified in a relentless athlete, and he's so, so awkward.

He's also obsessed with his soulmate.

"Mate, I know nothing about them! They must never stub their toe or anything, I think I have found maybe two bruises ever."

He's chatting with Daniel about it, who's being a good sport, all things considered. Daniel's soulmate is gone. Daniel's soulmate is just another reason racers are bad, even if they aren't seventeen years too young, even if they wake Gianpiero up each morning with aching fingers and a fire in his chest.

------

Jos Verstappen is everything Gianpiero doesn't like about Formula 1. He's rude, and he's mean, and he thinks he's the most important person in the room. He's spoken to Gianpiero a grand total of three times, all three vaguely threatening about strategy, and Gianpiero can't wait for Max to grow a backbone and kick him out of the garage.

He makes him miserable. They can all see it.

------

Max wins. Max wins and it's like the team has come alive, and they're pouring champagne between his skin and the neck of his racesuit, and he's squirming away, ducking into Gianpiero's chest— GP! You have to hide me!— and it's a startling moment of clarity, settled deep in his chest.

He catches Max's eyes and thinks, crystal clear—

Oh. It's you.

------

It can never be Max. Max is the future of their team, and a prodigy, and Gianpiero's driver.

Max loves his soulmate in the naive way children do, a steadfast belief that his soulmate will be perfect and he'll just know who they are because— They are of course made for me, GP, just like I am made for them—

Gianpiero would only let him down.

------

He takes care of Max as best he can. He's the calming voice in his ear during races, the eye of the hurricane when Max needs stability, he's someone Max can trust.

The deep rooted care he feels for his driver turns into something more despite his best attempts, something he shoves down, down, down.

He will not fall in love with his soulmate.

------

Max starts dating Daniil's old girlfriend, and it throws Gianpiero so out of his normal patterns that he gets back into therapy. He isn't even sure what to tackle first. Max likes women, Max likes age gaps, is Max being groomed, does Gianpiero have any right to get in the middle of it—

------

Gianpiero is the only person on the pitwall who can handle Max. Christian stands a chance on a good day, and today is decidedly not a good day, so it's Gianpiero who corrals Max into an empty room, easing himself down to sit on the floor next to him.

He waits him out in silence. Max will talk, if he's given the space for it. If you're patient.

Gianpiero is patient.

"It is stupid."

Max's voice is still nasally, sniffing pathetically. Gianpiero wants to wrap him in a blanket. He can't tell if it's the soulmate part of him talking or the concerned adult.

"Let's hear it then."

"I do not think I will find my soulmate."

Well. Here comes the inevitable consequences of Gianpiero's actions.

------

Max talks about his soulmate less and less. He focuses on racing more. Gianpiero wakes up with a pit in his stomach that can only be satisfied with winning, chasing after a victory that he needs like he needs air. He and Max become the best team on the grid, and everyone chalks it up to them just being special.

It's eating Gianpiero alive. They are special because they are soulmates, because he's made for Max and Max is made for him and seventeen seventeen seventeen—

------

Max crashes in Silverstone, and Gianpiero has a solid two seconds to think Oh shit before he feels the spiritual contrecoup of 51g's.

------

He wakes up in the hospital. Christian is sitting by his bedside, tapping away on his phone, and the eyebrow he raises in Gianpiero's direction manages to hide however it is he's really feeling.

"Max—"

Gianpiero can't help it. He will not fall in love with his soulmate, but he loves and he cares and he feels like a giant bruise, and he needs to know if Max is okay.

"Is fine. Or, he will be. I'm a little more concerned about why his race engineer had a 'shock induced heart attack' on site. Do you have any idea the kind of fires I've been putting out, Lambiase?"

Gianpiero winces. Christian narrows his eyes, clicking his phone off and setting it on the table as he leans forward.

"I'm going to ask you something, and you are going to answer me very honestly, Gianpiero. Not as my employee, but as someone on this team I need to be looking out for. Is there anything I need to know about you and Max?"

Seventeenseventeenseventeen—

"No."

------

Max starts smiling at him on podiums. Gianpiero can't bring himself to stop attending the podium ceremony, even when they're winning every race, because he can feel the joy in Max, the settled contentment, like the vicious beast inside them both has finally been sated.

He looks directly at Gianpiero, and the victory feels shared, like it's beating life into both of them.

------

Max is on again-off again with Kelly. Gianpiero doesn't pretend to understand it, especially not when Max and Kelly both know they're not each other's soulmates, but it's not his job to understand it.

It's not his right to ask either. He'd given up that right the first time he didn't tell Max that he knew, and he gives it up each time he continues not to tell him. It breaks Max's heart.

It breaks his too.

------

He's forty-five, at home waiting for his water to boil when the doorbell rings. It's the off-season, so he really has no idea who could possibly be coming to bother him—

Max is on the other side of his door. He has a backpack over his shoulder, sunglasses pushed up into his hair, and he's glaring at Gianpiero.

"This is so stupid,"

He shoves past him into his living room, slipping his shoes off and dropping his pack onto the floor. Gianpiero stares at him, dumbfounded.

"Max, mate—"

Max spins, poking a finger into his chest.

"Don't mate me, I have been waiting, I have been waiting for so long, but you have not— you have never made a fucking move. And I am not patient enough to keep waiting, so whatever your hangup is we are going to figure it out, soulmate."

Gianpiero feels like he's underwater, staring unblinkingly at Max. Firecracker Max, wild Max, prodigal son Max, soulmate Max—

"You knew?"

Max's mouth twists into a frown.

"I have known since I was sixteen and I smashed my finger into a door on purpose to watch your finger bruise."

"What?"

Max shoves his chest, and Gianpiero stumbles backwards, landing on his ass in the middle of the couch. Max stands over him with a righteous fury Gianpiero usually only sees behind his helmet.

"Of course I am first thinking it is the age thing, so I waited, but that clearly was not it because I turned eighteen and you did not do anything. So then I thought maybe you just needed to see proof that the gap did not bother me, and I got with Kelly, but that didn't do anything either,"

His hands are propped on his hips, lips twisted into a frown, and Gianpiero has enough Max-wrangling practice to know they're headed for a Situation.

"So I started projecting all my feelings, and it's like I did not even do anything, but you are so—"

He tosses his hands into the air, cheeks flushed.

"It is always Maxy and good lad and atta boy, but you never act on it!"

Gianpiero is reeling. Max takes a deep breath, and then swings one leg over Gianpiero's straddling his lap on the couch, voice dropping low.

"So I am thinking, maybe it is that you need me to do it."

His eyes are intense, starting Gianpiero down like a race start. There's nowhere for him to hide, heart beating hummingbird-fast. Max's hand finds his jaw, tilting his head just slightly to the side.

"Tell me if I am reading you wrong, GP."

His voice is soft, gentle in a way Gianpiero doesn't often hear, leagues away from the boy he remembers. He can't breathe, but he's letting Max lean in anyway, letting him press their lips together—

Clearly, somewhere along the line, Max has learned how to kiss. He takes over with a gentle control, one hand drifting to find Gianpiero's waist as he deepens it, and Gianpiero is losing himself in the steady push-pull of it all, Max's cologne in his nose, Max's steady weight on his lap.

It feels right, like he's finally made it home, and Max leans back, eyes watching Gianpiero's carefully, and he thinks—

It's always been you.

------

Max is a gentle lover, but he's relentless, and Gianpiero isn't sure why he thought he'd be anything less. Max had slid to his knees in the living room, pleading with him to suck his cock, admitting he's spent countless nights thinking about it— and a few strategy meetings— and in the face of his unwavering determination, Gianpiero couldn't bring himself to say no.

It's why he'd never allowed himself to toe the line with Max, because he knew once he crossed it he'd never go back, and now he's gone and crossed it, and he'll never be the same.

Max had gotten him hard, and then poked and prodded them both into the bedroom, where he's now stretching Gianpiero with careful fingers, letting Gianpiero tangle his fingers into his hair.

He grazes against Gianpiero's prostate before he asks, clever fingers twisting inside of him, watching him fuck back onto his hand.

"When did you know?"

Gianpiero fights through the fuzzy haze of pleasure, trying to find his words.

"Know what?"

Max presses into his prostate again, lips curling at the moan he earns for his efforts.

"That it was me."

Gianpiero drops his legs wider.

"I'm ready, Max, you don't have to keep—"

Max scissors his fingers, eyes watching him with clear focus.

"GP, it is only fair. I told you when I knew."

That particular tidbit is making Gianpiero feel like he needs to see his therapist again, so he's deliberately not going to address it.

"When you won."

Max's lips quirk.

"My first win?"

Gianpiero sighs, leveling Max with a glare.

"Obviously."

Max grins, eyes curving, and Gianpiero hears the crinkle of the condom wrapper before Max leans down and presses another kiss to his hip.

"Lights out and—"

Gianpiero smacks him on the head.

"I will boot you back to Monaco—"

He's still fighting his smile as Max slides into him, and the fullness of it all makes him gasp, head tilting back. Max's fingers find his in the sheets, twisting together.

"Breathe, GP. You have to relax."

It's been a while since Gianpiero bottomed, not since his band days, but the stretch of it feels familiar, and Max is being so careful. Sometimes, Gianpiero is reminded how much of man Max has become.

He is mildly curious about something though, and apparently sex is a great time for potentially sensitive questions, according to Max, so—

"Did you and Daniel ever hook up?"

Max pauses, staring incredulously at him.

"GP, my dick is in you, and you are asking about Daniel?"

"There's a betting pool."

Max frowns, and the next thrust is more deliberate, knocking any thoughts about betting pools out of Gianpiero's mind, leaving him with Max, Max, Max—

------

He had been thinking Max was asleep when he feels the vibration of his voice behind him, chest pressed to Gianpiero's back as they're curled in the bed. They're holding hands, Max's flat blunt nails next to Gianpiero's neatly trimmed ones.

"I was thinking maybe you did not want me, for a while."

It's an arrow to his heart. Gianpiero knew by not telling Max that he was probably contributing to some sort of complex, but he hadn't considered Max knowing as part of the equation.

He squeezes his hand. He knows the aches that run through Max's fingers, he feels them in his own each morning. He knows the imprint of a hand across his face, knows the bruising of the belts into his chest.

"If I had started wanting you, I never would have stopped."

Max presses his forehead into the back of Gianpiero's neck.

"You were scared."

Gianpiero swallows.

"Of messing up with you? Always."

Max's arm tightens around him, tugging him even closer, and Gianpiero thinks maybe he should see if his therapist has any recommendations for Max-sized problems.

"But you won't run this time."

He twists in Max's hold, bringing one hand up to cradle his face. Max has been brave by coming here, braver than Gianpiero could ever be, but he's always been the stronger of the two of them.

It's Gianpiero's turn to be brave.

"No. Not this time."

[cressidagrey]

C's thoughts: Silverstone 2024

Okay, so I want to preface this by saying that I have no skin in this game, because I don’t really consider myself a “fan” of any driver but more the sport itself? 

Like there are drivers I like more than others, which I feel like everybody has, but I usually consider myself pretty level-headed and able to realise that everything you see from a driver is the image their PR Firm dreamt up.

Also, I am not passionate enough to hate on any drivers, because I have a real life with real issues and like… I just don’t have the energy for it. I also don’t think I care enough?  I wish them all to live their nice little millionaire lifestyles and be happy. 

So this is just me prattling on because I have been thinking about this for the last 24 hours and I still am not really sure I can put my thoughts into proper words, so this is just me venting.)

What in the world was going on at Silverstone 2025?

(I should probably mention that I have like no competitive spirit at all.  Also I haven’t tagged this anything, because this is just me writing down my thoughts but like… warning for McLaren Bashing I guess? Anti Oscar? Anti Lando? Anti everybody?) 

(Also you have a different opinion that me? TOTALLY VALID. Don’t sent me hate over it, please.)

So I am gonna start with this:  

Oscar's radio message where he wants the team to give team orders to get Lando to give him the position back is giving me the ick. 

If the roles were reversed and Lando would have been the one to do it, I think Lando would have gotten absolutely skewered for it online. (Which imo, rightly so)

I haven’t been a decade long fan, but   I can't think of another situation where another driver asked for something similar. 

 Oscar breaking behind the safety car that got him the 10 second penalty which yes, was, in my opinion, harsh and I don't think it was fair but he was the one braking “erratically” and there were literally no mitigating circumstances. 

So for me, him asking that, left that bad taste in my mouth of Oscar wanting McLaren to prioritise him, while he’s literally in the lead of the driver championship with “only” 15 points. We are halfway through the season, Lando has every chance to still win the WDC as well.  

(Also,  the WDC will be with 99% certainty be decided between Oscar and Lando. Nobody else is even in the conversation anymore. Unless RedBull suddenly becomes a rocket ship overnight and somehow also somehow make the McLaren become undriveable, it will go to one McLaren driver. And they have the constructors in the bag as well. ) 

Anyway, it gave me spoiled only child and I say that as a spoiled only child. 

And then that podium… Like can both McLaren driver be an adult for 5 minutes?

Max and George, two drivers that literally have more than one reason to have beef with each other, managed to put their differences aside for ten minutes to drench Kimi in Champagne in Canada because they both know what it means to get that first podium. 

But Lando and Oscar can’t manage that for Nico. 

Really? Seriously? 

They are paid literally millions to drive around in circles. Can they just plaster on a smile for 5 minute and pour champagne all over their colleague that has waited a really long time for this moment? 

(Yeah, I saw that Lando went to do that at the very end, kinda half heartedly, props for trying, I guess.) 

Anyway. 

Rant Over. 

[81pastrys]

The Other Verstappen

Part 8 / 10

Summary— Her time is running out, meaning Lando and Charles have to help her choose a team

Warnings— mentions of a panic attack

A/N— McLaren or redbull 👀

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Honestly both deals are really good. The only two people I want to talk with about it, are literally not even supposed to know about it. Lando and Max. Lando knows RedBull offered me a contract along with other teams, and Max knows McLaren has offered me a deal among other teams, but they don’t know about what their own teams have offered me.

There a list of pros and cons, front and back, up and down, for both. It’s only between RedBull and McLaren though. The summer break is around the corner and I lose it at the race. If I don’t make a decision over the summer they’ll both revoke their offers.

After the race I’m throwing my helmet and rushing to my drivers room, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I unzip my suit take off whatever I can while staying modest and not showing too much. Charles knocks frantically and opens the door.

“What happened?” He asked, I never act this way after a race, especially not ones I’m too 5 and ecstatic for. “You can’t talk to me, please talk to me.” Charles and I had distanced when I refused the Ferrari contract.

“I need to pick a team or they’re revoking their offers.” I say, heaving through breaths as Charles hands me water. “McLaren and RedBull.” I say. I can finally fucking tell someone.

“What?!” Charles was in disbelief like I was. “This is not a paddock kind of conversation, let’s get you cleaned up.” He calmed himself down to notice I wasn’t able to even talk much and we had media to do.

Once we finish at the paddock, Charles joins me in my hotel room so we can talk. I explain to him my dilemma and he barely caught any of it from how fast I was talking.

“So with RedBull you get the seat for next season, but with McLaren you sit out as a reserve and then get the seat?” Charles confirmed. I nod my head and he shakes his. “RedBull was made for a Verstappen, but McLaren is quickly progressing.”

“I know, you don’t think I know that!” I groan. “My issue is Jos and my other issue is I don’t want to disappoint my future boyfriend or his best friend.” We both go quiet when a door creaks. We stay still and I hear someone clear their throat.

“Disappoint who?” Lando asked low. Our rooms were connected, fuck. “Don’t worry love, we were told.” He followed with.

“I haven’t signed anything, I swear, I don’t know what I want to do.” Both men look at each other and at me, nearly in hysterics over the whole situation.

“Let’s take a minute, a deep breath, and we can talk.” Lando said, his voice soothing the weight. “Your only other consideration is RedBull?” Lando confirms when I’ve calmed my breathing and heart rate.

“Yes.” I squeak out, giving him a terrified look. He grabs a notepad and pen from the desk and hands it to me. He tells me to write down the pros and cons of each team. “Lan-“

“Ah, they’re all in your head, but have you bothered to write them out?” He asked firm but soft. “The lists might look different on paper than in your mind.”

I sigh and get to work, using two separate pieces for the different teams. As I could’ve told Lando, McLaren has less cons and more pros and RedBull is the opposite.

“Now, which team would you be happy to drive for, not considering any of the cons.” He held the papers up only showing the pros I wrote. I point to RedBull. “Why?”

“I feel like a fucking child.” I snap. “I want to drive with Max! I don’t want to see Jos. I want to drive with you, but I’m afraid Oscar can outperform you and I’ll replace you or the opposite and piss Oscar off. There’s literally no winning here!” The men look at me in shock.

“Pick from a jar.” Charles joked. Which it was not the time. “I’m kidding, look at other factors, what team principals do you like more, which one is more inclusive to a female driver, are the mechanics good people. It’s not just about the drivers.”

Charles - 1 Lando - 0

Nah tbh Lando was being a bit too stupid there 😭

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The Life of Racing Pt. 12

Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: through it all, the racing, the media, the meetings. What matters to Lando the most is you. His home life is just as important as track life. Some days, he doesn't balance it easily. But through it all, the both of you try. Going through some challenges, but always coming out together, hand in hand again.

Second Person POV

Notes: my first F1 series! Requests are open!

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The final race was here. Lando was just getting ready, getting his race suit on and talking to Zak. Luckily, the team managed to fix his car within the night.

"The car is fully fixed. Andrea took it for a test driver yesterday." Zak said.

"What about the rain?" Lando asked.

"It just stopped. You'll have no problem with it. But we are starting with a yellow flag due to it." Zak said. Lando nodded.

"Good luck." You say, hugging him.

"Thank you." He smiles. He gets his helmet on and gets in the car.

This time, Will leads him out of the garage, and Lando goes to the starting grid. The others line up behind him and Max, the lights eventually going off.

Lando was started in third, taking down two laps quickly.

"We've got rain alert around lap ten." Zak said.

Lando kept driving. Oscar was riding Max's tail, the both of them sliding around, but maintaining their position. There was another rain alert.

"Norris and Piastri might have to come in the garages along with everyone else, depending on how heavy the rain is." Zak said, making an announcement to the team.

Max was still in first. Oscar and Lando behind him. Oscar was getting closer and closer to Max, eventually claiming first place by lap eight. It started raining a second later, but the race still continues.

Lando got closer to max, claiming second place while Max pitted.

"Lando, why don't you pit. Change the tires." Zak says. Lando pits, the engineers quickly changing the tires on his car and follows Max out of the pit lane. When he got out to the track, he went down to fourth place, following behind Max and Alex.

"We expect at least ten minutes of rain." Andrea says to Lando.

"Yeah, rain will increase throughout time." Zak says. Lando follows right behind Max still, the rain getting harder and harder as they drive. The safety car comes out due to the conditions.

They continue driving a couple of more laps before it stopped raining, but the safety car was still out.

"I can't see shit. Max's tires kick up all of the water behind him." Lando says. Oscar follows right behind the safety car, the rest of the drivers slowly following behind him.

The safety car gets off the track around lap seventeen, and finally, everyone speeds up, getting a chance to pass each other. Lando stays in third place, trying to get past Max.

The safety car comes out for the third time, leading the drivers around the track for one lap. Oscar suddenly starts slowing down, almost making Max crash into him.

"Piastri, you can't slow down like that. Max almost drove into you." Zak said.

"Sorry, I was trying to let the car get off the track." Oscar said.

Suddenly, Max spins out on the track due to his tires, moving down to tenth place, and Lando immediately takes a second.

"Look, God heard your wish and gave you a higher place." You say to Lando, you hear him slightly laugh.

"Piastri is under FIA investigation. Ten second penalty added." Andrea said.

"So do we not follow Oscar to the pit stop?" Lando asks.

"No. Just go past." Zak said.

Zak quickly works on getting rid of the ten second penalty before the next safety car comes out.

Your jot down notes left and right at the different laps.

"I don't think there will be another safety car. The temperature's are starting to rise." Zak said.

Lando starts closing in on Oscar but still remains in second place.

"Oscar box." Andrea says. Oscar drives into the pit lane, Lando then claims first place. The engineers change his tires before he drives back out.

"Lando, box the next lap." Zak says. Lando makes one more lap around, keeping a some what big gap between him and Oscar before pitting.

The engineers change out his tires and he goes back out, still keeping his first place. Oscar comes in right behind him, but Lando speeds up more, giving a bigger gap to Oscar.

There was one more lap left, when it hit that mark Lando sped up even more, quickly making his way around the track as his fans cheer for him loudly.

He makes it halfway around, cutting through turns like they were nothing. He then reaches the straight line, crossing through the finish line quickly.

The garage cheers for him loudly. Zak and Andrea hugging each other. You hear Lando cheer loudly over the mic.

"Well done mate! You've one the British Grand Prix." Andrea says excitedly.

"Oh man, it's beautiful!" Lando says. He makes one last lap around the track, waving at all of his fans.

"Well done mate." Zak says.

"It's fucking amazing! A dream. I'll remember this more than anything." Lando says.

He makes his way into the pit lane, stopping in front of the first place podium sign. He gets out of the car and stands on top, waving and throwing his fists into the air.

Oscar was the first to say congratulations to him. Zak was the second. Lando then ran over to you, hugging you tightly.

"I fucking did it." He breaths out.

"You did." You say, smiling brightly.

"Jesus it feels amazing!" He says. You can't help but laugh.

"I'm so proud of you." You say.

"Couldn't have done it if you weren't here." He says, pulling away from you.

"Go on, your team's waiting for you." You say. He rushes over and the McLaren team surrounds him, patting him on the back, hugging him. He then went over to his mom, who hugged him tighter than ever.

You stood off to the side, watching all of the people celebrating him.

While Lando was with the team, Nico and Oscar go up to the big F1 screen, and gets interviewed about the race. Soon after, it was Lando's turn to go up.

"Lando, talk about a last minute win. That was amazing." The man said.

"This is absolutely beautiful. Better than a championship itself. I think here, it's where it all started for me. Thankfully I have been able to have my go at things. It was an incredible race." Lando says, smiling brightly.

"That's amazing. Now, what did it feel like during those last few laps?" He asks.

"Well, it's like your mind goes blank. Everything you get told before the race just disappears. I mean, the main thing as always is don't fuck it up." Lando laughs. "The last few laps I've been just looking into the crowd, taking the moment in with me." He says.

"It wasn't also the easiest way to win your Home Grand Prix either, with the weather and the car." The reporter asks.

"I mean, not weather, that sucked especially when the rain got heavy. But I think when it lightened up it was good for me. I mean it was good for Oscar as well. I enjoyed the moments with him, as well as on track. Maybe not when he's in front of me but when he's behind me. A big thanks to him as well."

"And what about the fans? Clearly they hold a special spot in your heart?"

"Uh yeah. I mean, before the race I wanted to give them something to cheer about. And- honestly it's unbelievable that I'm here. I truly give a thanks to all of the fans, all of the McLaren fans, all of the F1 fans. And a special shout out to the Land grand stand in the corner for making that happen. It was a really beautiful thing." Lando smiles.

"That's great mate. Thank you for your time." The reporter says. Lando walks away, over to you. He grabs the champagne bottle that you were standing next to and signs it with a little message.

"do you want to go into the cooldown room with us?" He asks, looking up at you.

"If you want me there." You say.

"Always." He says, grabbing your hand. "But first, you must read that." He says. You stand in front of the bottle, on the top was his signature and at the bottom said 'big thanks to my parents and very, very special girlfriend Y/n Y/l/n. Dream big.'"

"That is so sweet." You say.

"I know I am." He says sarcastically. You two walk back into the cooldown room to find Nico and Oscar already there.

Lando puts al of their helmets int the pol position slots and sits down next to you.

"Because I was trying to let him go, you know?" Oscar says, looking at Nico who nodded.

"Is this where the penalty came in?" Lando asked.

"Yeah." Oscar said.

"What happened there?" Lando asked.

"I was trying to break behind the safety car to let him get off track, and Max came up right behind me, trying to get past me and almost crashed into me." Oscar said, keeping his eyes on the screen.

The four of you sit in the room for a couple of more minutes until it was time for them to go to the podium.

"I'll be right there." You say. Lando smiles as he walks up the stairs to the second floor. You stand within the crowd, looking up. The first to come out was Nico, and then Oscar, and finally Lando. The crowd cheered the most for him.

They all stood up in their spots, standing still for the British National Anthem.

They stood there for a good two minutes until they all got a bottle of champagne handed to them. They all started spraying each other and the crowd. Lando jumped off the high podium, slamming the bottle onto the ground and immediately spraying Oscar and Nico with it.

The three stood there, soaking in champagne as they got handed their trophies. Lando held his up proudly, the crowd roaring behind you.

The three boys walk off the stage, coming down to go to the garages.

"This." He says, pointing towards you. "Is calling for a celebration dinner." He smirks.

"And, we're inviting the whole team."

"I think Zak is already one step ahead of you." You say, smiling.

"Good, doing all of the hard work for me."

"He always does the hard work for you." You joke.

You both walk over to the garages, seeing some of the other drivers there as well.

"Well done, mate." Lewis smiles.

"Thank you." Lando says. The other drivers start coming over to him, shaking hands with him and congratulating him.

"Yeah, I heard we have some fancy dinner to go to tonight." Max says.

"Yeah, I think it's just us there, and the team." Lando says.

"Hey, good job man." George says, shaking hands with Lando before quickly walking by.

"Thanks." Lando smiles.

"So, where is it?" Charles asks.

"Some fancy place in downtown London."

"Well be there." Lewis says.

Everyone goes their own speerate ways. You and Lando head off to his driver's room.

"Just, give me one minute." He says.

"No problem." You day, he closes the door, and you stand out in the hall.

A couple of minutes go by, and he opens the door back up, dressed in a full suit.

"You look fancy." You say.

"Have to look the best." He smirks.

"Where do you think your going?" You ask.

"What- its for dinner." He frowns.

"Did you forget about the interview?"

"Is that sky reporter going to be there?"

"Yes."

"Then no. I'm not going."

"You have to."

"Fine. But I'm wearing this." He said, tugging at his suit. You laugh and walk out of the room, walking down to the interview area.

Oscar and Nico were already there, sitting on the couch.

"There he is. Mr. Silverstone himself." Nico says. You stand off to the side, seeing as the sky reporter is already seated. No sooner the interview starts.

"Lando, congrats at the win today." She says dryly.

"Thanks. Means a lot."

"Your looking rather fancy today." She smirks.

"Yeah, I've got a team dinner later. I honestly fogegot about this." He says.

"How was the race? Besides the weather conditions." She says.

"Good. Hard. But I won, and I'm greatful."

"I'm sure. I'm sure. How was the car, treating you better today?"

"Yea, and... must I just say, I really appreciate you talking about the race and the race only. Thank you for respecting my boundaries." He smirks. "But yes. The car was much better today, thanks to our great team."

"Of course. We'll I hope that victory treats you well." She says, not making eye contact with him.

"Oscar I'm going to move on to you. Can you describe your experience?" She asks.

They all spend the next hour talking about the race. Surprisingly, the reporter didn't make any comments towards Lando.

"Your all free to leave." She said. They all stand up and walk over to you.

"'Thank you for respecting my boundaries,' Lando norris said regarding the last interview. That will make a great headline." You smirk, finishing up the last of your notes.

"Please don't add that... maybe?" He asks.

Oscar and Nico laugh.

"We should get going." Oscar says, patting Lando on the back.

The four of you walk along together. Oscar going into his driver's room, Nico going into his, you and Lando going into the garage.

"You ready for dinner? We're bringing the whole team." He says.

"Sure am. Ready for some fancy food." Lando smirks. Zak laughs as he walks away.

"Do you need to change?" Lando asks.

"It's fine. This dress is pretty fancy anyway." You say.

"But you've been in it all day. Surely it's uncomfortable."

"It's fine, Lan."

"If you say so." He says.

It was a long, black, tight fitted dress. One shoulder and arm was covered by the long sleeve material while the other was bare.

You and Lando walk over to his car, getting I'm and driving off to the restaurant. It was quie the drive, but mostly country roads so you go there quicker.

When you did, you and Lando got out of the car, greeted by flashing cameras. He drops his keys off at the valet stand and grabs your hand, walking into the building with you.

You walk in, seeing most of the team already there. It was a big building, multiple round, fancy tables spread among the room.

"Oo, let's get our picture taken." He smiles, pulling you to the camera.

You pose as the cameraman snaps a couple of pictures.

"You look beautiful." Lando whispers, ealking you to your seat.

"Thanks. You look beautiful to." You say slyly.

He pulls out a chair for you, and you sit down. He sits next to you. You were the only two there when suddenly more drivers start to appear

Lewis sat next to you, Charles sat next to him. One by one, they kept coming in. Oscar sat next to Lando, and Max sat next to Oscar. George and kimi came in last. Geirge sat next to Charles and Kimi sat between George and the empty seat across from you.

"Who's sitting here?" Kimi asks.

"The name is on the back of the chair, Kimi." Lewis says. He looks on the back of the chair.

"Gerard?" He questions. The whole table goes quiet, looking at you.

"What- I don't know why the hell yall are looking at me." You say, drinking the wine that was place in front of you.

"Uhm-" Lewis pauses. "I'm just going to take this... until we're ready to eat." He says. Some of the boys laugh under their breath.

"Okay, dad." You say, rolling your eyes.

Just as you say that, Gerard comes over and sits down across from you.

"Kimi, move your chair closer to me." George whispers, kimi does as told. You laugh.

"What's so funny?" Lando asks.

"George just told kimi to move next to him like a total dad." You say, looking at the pair across the table. Lando laughs suddenly.

"So... Lando. That race today. I bet you couldn't do it without getting your car fixed." Max said.

"Yeah, some of the engineers are the best." Lando says. You hold Max's gaze for a minute.

'I know your game.' You mouth, he smiles.

"And Gerard did a lot too. Didn't you, Gerard?" Max says, looking at the engineer next to him.

"Yeah. I knew what was wrong and I was like 'it's landos home race, why not fix the car while I'm here.'" Gerard says.

"Bull shit ass lie." You mumble, Lando, Max, and Lewis snort out a laugh.

"What was that?" Gerard asks.

"Oh well you know. You forgot the part where I told you off. Told you to fix Lando's car. Beat your ass into submission and now your scared to go against me." You say.

"You know that is not true." He says angrily.

"Woah mate, you might want to calm down. This is a restaurant not a club." Chalres says, putting at hand up slightly.

"That bitch doesn't know what she's talking about." Gerard says.

The whole table goes silent. Kimi scoots his chair over near George more.

"You know." You say, looking around the table. "These knives are so great." You say, picking up landos knife and inspecting it.

"My mom got me a set of these knives for my birthday, and let me tell you. You got a five in thick steak? They cut right through. Easily. Like your.... sort of.... cutting through someone's skin." You say, making eye contact with Gerard

The table is silent. To silent.

Gerard clears his throat. "I'll be right back." He says, standing up and walking over to the bathrooms.

Max was the first to break into laughter, then Lando.

"Oh my God man!" Max says.

"Christ, he fucking ran!" Charles laughs out.

"Dude I love hoe kimi moved further away from Gerard." Lando laughed.

"I got scared okay?" Kimi giggles.

"Don't worry, Kimi. He ain't coming back." You laugh.

"That's one way to send someone off." Lewis says. The table dies down from laughter.

"But I will be taking this now." He says, taking lands knife.

"And what if I need to cut my food?" You ask.

"I will cut it."

"Your going to cut a steak?" You ask.

"Never mind." He says, giving you the utensil back.

"This." You say, holding up the knife and looking at Kimi. "Use it if anyone bothers you. Or just come get me." You say, he laughs slightly.

"Or he could run the guy over." George says.

"Shut up Mercedes."

"Shit." Max laughs.

"I will have you know-"

"Don't start George. We all know your sexual feelings between u=you and Max, your just to blinded by hate to see it." You say.

"WOAH! No, no, no. You take that back!" He says.

The whole tables laughs.

"Y/n!" A voice shouted from across the room, you looking over to see Zak and Gerard standing together, looking at you.

"Yes Mr. Brown!" You yell back.

"No more threatening people with knives!" He says.

"That wasn't me though!"

"Who the hell was it?"

"My spirit Mr. Brown! Yeah... I'm into all of that spiritual shit now!" You say. He rolls his eyes and sits back down.

"All hail the glory of God." You say, downing your wine glass. The table bursts in laughter again.

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Hey loves! Pt. 12 is here! Comment to be added to the tag list! Requests are open! Also I just want to note that the face card of you/reader is not Jenna, it was mainly used for the dress she had on to show what the readers dress looked like.

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Lestappen reverse amnesia for the Put That Guy Into A Situation ask game?? 👀👀👀

Max had been having a great day.

Perfect, even.

He’d walked to a bakery in the other side of Monaco without being interrupted, ordered and walked all the way back and still, there were no photos or autographs or anything.

And look, he appreciated that people liked him, he really did. He enjoyed hearing people shout his name in grandstands and cheer for him and make him little bracelets with “inchident” written on them. It was lovely, truly.

But god. Sometimes he missed the peace and sanctity of being alone and getting to actually live his life.

It was rare he had days like this, especially in Monaco, where all the worlds famous people are compounded into one tiny country, and people came from far and wide specifically to watch them like animals in a cage.

You couldn’t blame him for wanting a day or two in silence.

Well, not total silence.

Today had been total silence.

He hadn’t received texts from anyone. Not the team, even though he knew he was due a stern talking to for skipping a press conference.

Hell, not even Charles had texted.

Which he wasn’t upset about, he really wasn’t.

It just…

He’d been dating Charles for eight whole months, and he knew in the grand scheme of things that was nothing, but it felt so right. So normal.

They’d managed to tip-toe around each other for about a week or so, before they finally took the drive and went straight in. Since then it had been magical.

It was a new, brilliant feeling to be loved so wholeheartedly. And every single morning, every single one, they would send each other a good morning message, maybe a face time call. Probably a promise to call later. They’d continue texting throughout the entire day, even when they were still going to see each other.

Charles had never forgotten, not properly. Because even when he forgot, Max wouldn’t. Once Max sent his, Charles would usually be straight on it and it would all be perfect.

Max had sent his message at 7:42.

It was 14:28.

He wasn’t bitter. He could never be upset with Charles. It just maybe felt a little lonely.

It had been seven hours. Even if Charles had woken up late, surely it wouldn’t have been that late.

(Max knew he hadn’t woken up late. He knew. It was a Tuesday, Charles always went to the gym at 8am on a Tuesday. He also had a Ferrari meeting today, he’d been told about that last week. The meeting was at 12, Charles should be awake.)

It was fine.

Charles would message later.

———

Charles did not message later.

Max was beginning to get the sickening feeling that something was really, really wrong.

In his boredom he’d texted about a thousand other people- even Esteban got sent a meme of their podium together.

Absolutely no responses.

Not one person messaged him back.

He was desperately hoping Charles was just super busy, or maybe he’d lost his phone.

Something like that.

Charlie ❤️🏎️:

Me:

Good morning love

How are you?

<sent at 7:42>

Me:

Charles?

Are you okay?

Has something happened?

<sent at 19:01>

He’d give it an hour.

———

He did not give it an hour

It was maybe 25 minutes at best before he slipped his shoes on and slammed the door on his apartment shut.

It was a 10 minute walk, but he honestly couldn’t stop himself as he walked towards his Aston and jumped inside.

He shot down the street, desperately hoping he wouldn’t get fined for this, because a Formula 1 driver getting into issues because of a car was downright embarrassing.

Charles’ doorman didn’t spare him a glance and he swept inside and made a break for the stairs. The elevator alway took so long to open, he trusted his legs to go faster.

He didn’t waste a second, whipping out his spare key and instantly shoving it through the lock and pushing his way inside.

“Charles?” He called.

There was no response.

He walked further, going towards the kitchen.

He gently pushed open the door and-

He was slammed back with a vicious hand grabbing at his collar.

Cold sharp metal was pressed to his throat.

He barely managed to regain his balance in time to look Charles in his wide, wild eyes.

“Who the fuck are you?” Charles growled.

Max opened his mouth to speak but no words came out.

What the fuck was he doing.

“Charlie?”

“Don’t fucking Charlie me,” he snarled, “who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my house.”

“Um, apartment, actually.” He corrected on total instinct.

The knife pressed harder.

Expertly done, Max. Real good job.

Now he was genuinely fearing for his safety, which really fucked with his head considering this was the only person he felt completely, 100% safe and comfortable with. But for whatever reason, Charles looked to be just in the wrong side of insane, and Max had some survival instinct to his name.

“No no no, Charles. What do you mean? I’m Max. Your fucking boyfriend? What the fuck is going on?” His breaths were coming in faster now, he laughed and it sounded fake and hysterical to his own ears.

Charles’ face never softened, not like it usually did. He kept his grip firm.

“Look, man. I get you’re some fucking fan or whatever, but you do not get to break into my fucking house and act like we know each other.” He snapped.

“What? No, have you hit your head? Charles I’m your boyfriend. At the very least I’m your fucking coworker, we’ve been racing against each other since we were eight.” Max stressed.

Charles somehow managed to look even more angry.

Max grabbed his wrist and pushed the knife away, very quickly followed by Charles himself getting a firm shove as he jumped back and far far away from his pyscho insane boyfriend.

“No no no, Charles I swear. I can prove it! I can prove it!” He whipped his phone out and brandished it about like a torch.

Charles was looking at him, still very angry but at least he wasn’t being threatened with the damn knife again.

Max rushed to pull up his camera roll, clicking in the ones of their most recent date.

“Look!” He exclaimed, scrolling through the photos from afar. “It’s you and me, see! Happy! Together! Because we are dating, Charlie.”

Charles looked pale and unsure, before it flicked straight back to anger.

“Is that fucking AI? You fucking psycho, you break into my apartment claim we’re dating and then show me fake photos? You don’t think I’d be able to remember my boyfriend?”

“Well, honestly I kind of thought you’d remember your boyfriend too,” Max muttered, which was the wrong decision as the fire relit Charles eyes and he stepped forward.

Max was still far too aware of the massive kitchen knife hung in his hand and Charles’ usually harmless tendency to defend the people and things around him.

Except this time he was defending himself from his boyfriend and Max was scared.

“Okay, uhm, it seems like this is a bad time? I’ll- uh- pop back in later?” He said, more of a question than anything else.

He backed slowly towards the door, watching Charles carefully for any changes in movement; like prey escaping a predator.

When Charles seemed to register his words, and moved after him to do something, Max leapt back and out of the door, slamming it in front of him.

———

The second Max entered his apartment he make a break for his bed and collapsed onto it, burying his face in a pillow- which didn’t even fucking help because the pillow smelt like Charles and Charles didn’t even know who he was.

Was he okay?

Had he hit his head or something?

Max hoped he hadn’t, he was busy moping in bed instead of calling an ambulance for his disillusioned boyfriend. If something was wrong Max was being insanely useless.

Charles had never looked at him like that before.

Max had seen him angry, hell he’d even seen Charles angry at him. But that had been different. So, so different.

At least Charles knew his fucking name, at least they both knew they’d get it sorted out the second the emotions had calmed down. At least Max hadn’t been scared of being hurt.

His eyes gazed over his streams of messages. Some people had left him on read. Some delivered.

Nobody had responded.

No, he thought.

Charles wasn’t the issue here.

Max was.

He wasn’t sure how or why, but for some reason he was the issue and he had no fucking idea how to solve it.

He clenched his eyes shut.

What the fuck was he meant to do?

Nobody knew him.

Did he still have a job? Could he still race?

There was a month before the next one, surely that was enough time to figure it out.

God, did he have anyone?

Charles clearly didn’t remember him, what about his sister? His mother? His friends?

Was he just.. a ghost?

What had happened?

And how the fuck was he meant to get things back to the way they were?

He couldn’t live like this. He knew that.

What was the point if he woke up to a cold bed, woke up to do nothing and then went back to bed?

He wanted Charles back.

He wanted his morning cuddles and secret make out sessions and careful words back.

His heart ached at the thought that he might never get that again.

He could never love anybody else after Charles, he was it for Max. They were meant to get married and retire and move away together in a house by the water somewhere with a zoo of animals.

He brushed his hand over his neck. He could feel the raised skin where the knife had grazed. It hadn’t cut him, not properly, it had just broken a couple of the top layers of skin, leaving it red and inflamed. It hurt, almost. It hurt more that Charles had been the one to do it.

His sweet, caring Charles who always looked out for him, and held him tight and treated him with such reverence Max hardly knew how he deserved it.

Maybe he didn’t.

Maybe, some omniscient force recognised that Max didn’t deserve the love and affection Charles presented him on a silver platter, and ripped him away. It must have been too overpowered for Max to even be able to do anything.

He felt cold, like the terror creeping through his veins had turned to ice and he would never be able to feel warm again.

He fought back the tears pressing at the corners of his eyes and hauled himself up to the closet.

He pulled out a hoodie. His favourite one.

Obnoxious red with a massive 16 on the back. It smelled distinctly of his favourite cologne.

He slipped it on and flopped back into his bed.

He was overwhelmed with the scent and feel of what should’ve been pure happiness, but was now beginning to feel like the worst mix of dread and despair.

He curled up tighter, not even bothering to go underneath the covers, even if it would’ve helped with the ceaseless shivers.

His breaths turned shattered, until they turned into soft sobs ripping their way past his lips.

He gripped his legs, digging his nails in under the vauge hope it would help ground him.

The crying never stopped, no matter how hard he tried to muffle it down.

His eyelids felt wet and heavy, his entire body felt weak and useless but he just couldn’t sleep.

He checked his clock, 02:14.

His mind was still restless, running on a mill that never slowed or stopped. It just kept fucking going.

By the time his body finally gave up and lulled him into a fitful sleep, it read 04:01

———

He startled awake as a loud bang resonated across his room. He jumped upright, propping himself up on the bed with his hands, especially as his head spun at the sudden change.

He looked to the doorway, a shadowy outline of a person with their hands pressed agaisnt the side of the doorframe.

It almost looked like-

“Charles?”

He seemed to deflate, and stepped closer.

Max flinched back, thinking for just a second that Charles had returned to finish what he started, until Charles, in a voice so utterly soft and breathless said, “Oh, Max.”

Max let out some strangled mix between a sob and a sigh of relief. Charles leapt forward onto the bed and pulled Max into his arms.

Max instantly reciprocated, wrapping his arms firmly around his torso and shoving his head into the warm crook between his neck and collar as he safely positioned himself on Charles’ lap.

Charles pressed frantic kisses along the top of his head, gripping him close protectively, like nothing else in the world mattered.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry mon cœur.” He whispered.

“I swear. I swear I don’t know what came over me. I love you, Max. I love you more than you even know, sweetheart.”

Max sniffled, pressing impossibly closer.

“I’m so so sorry, I’m so sorry, baby.”

Charles gently peeled Max away from him, eliciting an embarrassing whine.

He framed Max’s face with his hands, dropping kiss after kiss on porcelain skin.

His forehead, cheeks, nose, lips. Max surged back in desperately for a stronger, firmer kiss. Charles complied easily, moving a hand to card through his hair.

Eventually, he pulled away, to Max’s displeasure.

He titled Max’s head up, taking a squinted look at his neck.

Max heard his breath hitch and felt his hands begin to tremble as they pushed Max back into his body, curling his arms tighter around him.

“God- I. Max I’m so sorry. I swear- I promise, I-“ Charles stuttered. He sounded so genuinely distraught that it hurt Max too.

He also sounded frighteningly close to tears, and Max really didn’t want that.

“It’s okay, Charlie.” He said, his voice came out low and croaky.

“No it’s not. I hurt you. I threatened you. Fuck, Max. I had a knife to your throat. What part of that is okay?”

Max sat up and snuck his arms around Charles’ neck.

“No, Charlie. You saw an intruder break into your house and did what you could to get them out.” He said sternly. “I don’t know what happened yesterday. But nobody knew me. You couldn’t have done anything about that. That is exactly what I want you to do whenever someone breaks in.”

Charles looked miserable staring at him. Max smiled softly and kissed his forehead.

“The intruder isn’t meant to be you, baby. You came in with a key. That’s not intruding. And what if I had been worse? I don’t ever, ever want to hurt you. I want to keep you safe from everything, but I was the one putting you in danger.”

Max frowned.

“I’m okay, Charlie. You didn’t hurt me. I’ve done worse itching my neck.” He explained, his throat was begging him to stop talking but he had to keep going until he forced it through his boyfriend’s thick skull.

Charles huffed a little hysterically, “You’re eyes are raw and red, I came in and you were curled up on top of the duvet wearing my hoodie that you were clinging on to way too tightly. You have massive black circles under your eyes and a cut on your neck that I put there.”

Max loved him so much. But sometimes he was so stupid.

“Yes, well you’re here now, aren’t you? You can fix me up nice and quickly. You’re always the best at it.”

Charles perked up at that, not obviously but Max knew. He would always know.

“Yes, of course- I mean… Can I? Please?” He asked hopefully.

Max let out a wet laugh, “Yes, of course Schat. I finally get you back, obviously I want you to take care of me.”

Charles sighed in relief, pulling Max back in and flopping them both down into bed so they were lying down. He kicked the sheets down until he could flick them over the both of them, encasing them in warmth.

Max cuddled happily into him, dropping a trail of kisses across his neck.

“I think,” Charles whispered, “We start by getting some more sleep. Then I can make you a nice breakfast, and we can have breakfast in bed-“

“Charlie,” Max giggled, “You can’t even boil pasta properly. You’ll burn my apartment down if you try breakfast.”

Charles gasped dramatically, “Lies and slander, mon trésor. How dare you.” He grabbed Max’s waist and flipped them both over, so Max was underneath Charles, staring up at him as he sat up and straddled Max’s waist.

“You’ll pay for this, baby. I have no other option.” He monologued. “I’m going to have to torture you,” He bent down and pressed a flurry of kissed over Max’s face, coating every available surface until Max was laughing and writhing underneath him.

“Charles! Get your slobber off of me!” He shrieked, but Charles continued his attack with vigour.

“Have you had enough, sweetheart? Because I’m afraid we aren’t done yet!”

Max managed to get his arms free enough to cover his face from the onslaught and pushed back against Charles’ face.

“I surrender! I surrender!” He shouted, and Charles finally let up.

“Fine fine,” he drawled, “Just let me see your pretty face.”

Charles coaxed his arms away from his smiling face and dropped one more firm kiss onto his lips.

They grinned at each other, the previous day forgotten. Charles grabbed at Max’s waist again to spin them back over so Max could curl back into his chest again, exactly where he belonged.

“I love you, baby.” Charles sighed fondly.

“I love you too, Charlie.”

[mariahcarreyyy]

congrats on 2k!!! you deserve it and so so much more <3

can i request being overprotective of them in front of prospective partners with max ofc thank u very much -cait/@leclerced

# prompt no.10, being overprotective of them in front of prospective partners

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It was embarrassing.

Watching two grown men argue over who would drive you home from the lively, neon-lit bar led to a bashful flush, warming your body amidst the crisp darkness of the night.

Only minutes prior, Max had taken one look at you and decided home was where you should be. You didn't make any protests because he's right; you wonder if you looked like a book to Max—pages crinkled, broken spines, and easily read words in his favorite font.

"I can take my fucking girlfriend home, Max," your boyfriend, Scotty, seethes through gritted teeth, an ugly vein bursting on his forehead.

Scotty evidently did not like the idea of Max driving you home for a reason you had no idea of. You and Max had been friends for years, so if even an ounce of your yearning and want was reciprocated, he would've done something by now.

That thought did little to dwindle the stubborn 'what if's from gnawing at your soul, the twinge in your heart whenever you see Max with anyone but yourself.

And also the slight guilt at thinking of another man when you have a perfectly fine one waiting at home for you each night but. Whatever.

"I swear to fucking God if you get into that car with her--"

Eyes widening, you place a calming hand on Max's shoulder and ignore the daggers your boyfriend is glaring at your touch. "Okay, how 'bout we all relax, yeah?"

Max cranes his neck to look at you, his harsh facade melting when he catches sight of the worry etched on your face. Once his heaving turned into steady breathing, your face ducking shyly to look away from his gaze, your boyfriend cleared his throat loudly.

You hastily drop your hand like the Dutch had burned you, and Max lets out a disapproving noise at the loss of your contact. Yeah, Scotty did not look impressed. The murderous glint in his eyes did nothing to quell the uncomfortable atmosphere, his jaw flexing like he's capable of murder, of tearing Max's limbs off and letting the blood spill on the pavement.

"Scotty...to be fair, you did drink, and I don't really feel like dying tonight."

A hand creeps around Max's waist, your fingertips pinching the flesh after you hear him snort. A barely concealed yelp from the driver has Scotty scrunching his nose up in distaste, nostrils flared, and betrayal painted across his face.

You should probably side with your boyfriend, but. But the cool breeze makes the tiny hairs on your arms stand up, teeth chattering; you wrap the thin, barely-there jacket Max gave you at the beginning of the night and roll your eyes, walking to Max's car.

Fondly, Max observes the impatient tapping of your foot and flush on your face—from the cold, he tells himself, not for the same reasons as himself. He raises his brows tauntingly at Scotty before advancing towards your shaky frame.

"Fuckin' bitch," Scotty mutters into the air, lips pursed into a scowl and vodka overriding his senses.

Your ears don't quite grasp the words, but Max's do. So, when the world champion's fist paves the way for the colorful hues of a bruise to bloom on the bridge of your boyfriend's nose, you can't help but choke on a gasp.

authors note. anddddd scotty makes a comeback!!!! tbf in the og fic he was actually portrayed as a good bf. max & reader r js bad ppl. now i dont have to feel bd tho cus he's terrible in this🥰

[4ln-stay8]

A stream full of surprises

✑ summary: you join Max for a stream that doesn’t go the way you expected to

✑ pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

✑ autor’s note: so this is my first attempt on doing this so Im really sorry if it sucks

✑ warnings: some stuff might not be accurate but its a fanfic so just pretend

You sat nervously in front of the computer, joining Max Fewtrell's Twitch stream for the first time. You and Max had become close friends fast, thanks to your secret relationship with Lando Norris. Due to you being often alone for a few weeks in a row sometimes, you and Max often hung out when Lando was busy with Formula 1 commitments.

You were often busy studying to get your masters degree. You sometimes needed to stay behind on all the fun you could have by joining Lando and travelling with him but you needed to study so you could keep your scholarship.

“Hi guys! Welcome back to the stream! Today we have a guest who will be joining us, my good friend Y/N. Say hi to her chat!” said Max starting his stream.

The stream started surprisingly well. The chat didn’t payed much attention to you at first, even tho Max made sure that your presence is known. They were very busy trying to get Max to respond to their questions. It took them about 10 minutes to actually acknowledge your presence and then the hell got loose. The chat was flying with questions about who you were and why were you there. Speculations about the relationship between you and Max, people asking where Pietra was and why were you there instead of her were all you could read.

*Chatuser: who is that?

*Chatuser: where is P?

*Chatuser: is she your new gf?

*Chatuser: why is she here?

Max, being the lovely person he is tried very politely to respond to as many questions as he could.

“Guys, as I said, this is my friend Y/n and she will be joining us for today’s stream so be nice chat”

To your surprise, the stream went pretty smoothly from then on. As you chatted and laughed on the stream, the chat kept buzzing with speculations about you and Max being more than just friends. With each new viewer the subject of who you were and what was your business with Max kept repeating over and over again. You then started to blush at the comments, unsure of how to respond.

You weren’t used to being in the spotlight, one of the reasons why you and Lando were keeping things a secret. Unlike them, you weren’t trained to respond in front of cameras, how to respond to personal questions as politely as possible without actually answering them. You were totally unprepared and in that exact moment you hated yourself for letting Max convince you to join him.

You strongly disagreed to his proposal about the stream, not even Lando could convince you to join him but after Max repeatedly asking for you to join you changed your mind and agreed to do it.

Don’t get me wrong, there was nothing you wanted more than to stream with your boyfriend. Seeing him become a chaotic storm, watching his eyes light up whenever he would get a sub or have fun. There was nothing more you wanted that to hear his loud laughs and frustrated screams whenever he was gaming. You wanted to be a part of it but you couldn’t.

You were a very shy and awkward person around strangers and knowing there were thousands of people watching you didn’t sound pleasing to you, but you wanted to change that. You wanted to become more comfortable in front of the camera so you could be all the way in, in your relationship. You wanted to be more comfortable with the fans before you would announce your relationship with Lando and join him around the world. You wanted to make sure they liked you.

Meanwhile, Lando was on his way home from the airport, having just returned from the last race weekend of the season. He got bored on the uber drive and he decided to tune into Max's stream to see what was he getting up to. He was surprised to see his girlfriend on the screen. He often tried to convince you to join him on the streams but you just didn’t agree with him. He didn’t want to push you to do it knowing how shy you can get but what he didn’t understand was why did you accepted Max’s offer instead of his. He just stood there, surprised and confused, watching in silence as the chat filled with ship names and teasing messages about you and Max.

His jealousy flared, and he couldn't help himself. When he finally arrived home, he payed the driver, quickly took his bags and he burst into the house. He left all his things by the door and ran to the room you were in. He opened the door loudly, surprising both you and Max, causing you to jump in your seat.

Lando didn't waste a moment. He quickly approached you without saying a word. When he got in front of you, he cupped your face and he leaned in and planted a passionate kiss on your lips right in front of the camera. The chat went wild, emojis and exclamation marks flooding the screen. Everyone was stunned not knowing what the hell was going on.

*Chatuser: what just happened?

*Chatuser: did lando just kissed y/n?

*Chatuser: 😱

You were petrified at first, your eyes wide as you tried to process what was happening, but then you slowly melted into the kiss, your hand finding its way to the back of Lando's neck. You missed the way his lips felt on yours, the way his hands cupped your face, his thumb slowly brushing your cheek. You were addicted to his kiss. You were addicted to him. It was a brief moment, but it felt like an eternity in front of thousands of viewers. Time just stopped whenever he was near you.

When you finally pulled apart, Lando realized what he had just done. He looked at you with wide eyes and pink cheeks as he was trying to think his next move. He chuckled nervously and helped you to your feet, settling you on his lap as he took your place in front of the camera.

"Hey, everyone," Lando began, trying to hide his embarrassment. "I guess I should explain what just happened." He glanced at you, who was still blushing furiously. You got all shy and he knew it.

“So as you most likely saw, I kissed Y/n. Well that would be scandalous in different circumstances but the truth is that Y/N and I have been dating for the past year. Well, I hope we still are after that stunt I pulled” he said chuckling and he looked at you for reassurance.

“We decided not to make it public due to the fact that Y/N gets a bit shy around strangers and I wanted to make sure that she is as comfortable as possible in this relationship.” He said giving you a small smile

The chat went crazy about all that was happening. Not only did they witness a very private and intimate moment between the two of you, but they also got to see the way Lando looked at you while he was trying to explain the situation.

*Chatuser: the way he looks at her trying to make sure she’s comfortable 😫

*Chatuser: can they be any cuter?

*Chatuser: God it’s me again…

Max was sitting quietly next to you, only making his presence known with small chuckles as he read the chat. He patiently waited for you to finish your conversation before he could actually start teasing his dear friend.

You stayed quiet as well, giving small smiles to the camera trying not to seem rude. You read the comments as well, smiling even wider as you saw how nice and accepting the fans were to you so you decided to make your presence known by teasing your boyfriend.

You leaned in and whispered to Lando, "You couldn't handle the chat teasing us, could you?"

Lando laughed, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "I guess not," he admitted. “ You know I don’t like sharing whats mine” he said playfully.

You looked at him amused and decided to keep teasing him. “I mean, Max is quite charming today I’m not gonna lie” you made a small pause looking at the way his brows frowned “…but you know I only got my eyes on you, right?

You smiled looking at him, your heart swelling with love. You just adore him in ways you didn’t even know that was possible until you met him.

He looked at you with love in his eyes, trying to memorise the way you look, and answered with a simple “I know my love! I only got my eyes on you as well” he said lovingly.

The chat continued to explode with comments, but now it was filled with hearts and messages of support for the couple. Max, who had been silently watching the whole exchange, grinned and gave them a thumbs-up.

“You know guys, if I knew I had to watch you being grossly cute again I wouldn’t have let Y/n join me” said Max earning a light slap on the shoulder from you.

“Oh shut it Max… It’s not like you don’t do the same” you said rolling your eyes giggling at how chill your friend was.

“So what are we gonna do know?” Asked Max trying to change the subject while it was still in a respectful state.

“How about you guys go play something while I’ll go find P?” You said slowly standing up from Lando’s lap ignoring his protests.

“Fine we will play something. You can go and gossip with P now but first give me a kiss” said Lando trying to look as cool as possible.

You leaned in and pecked his lips one more time before slowly walking towards the door. Lando groaned as he didn’t got the kiss he was hoping for, making you giggle.

The boys went back to the stream playing games and causing chaos as they usually do while ypu and P enjoyed some quality talks while drinking some tea.

You never would’ve thought that this would be the way the world would find out about your relationship and you definitely didn’t expect the fans to be so nice about it. At the end of the day you were really grateful that Lando did what he did knowing that you now could stop hiding your love.

[popcornforone]

The Lore

A Max Phillips Valentines Fan Fic

Bitey Maxie… for valentines… now we’re talking!

@happypedrohours are doing a valentines challenge this weekend & I took up the challenge, my Prompt of Max with heart shaped candies/chocolates. There was only one way to go with this so yes I went there.

Synopsis:- You are not bothered by Valentine’s Day to show your love, but Max has other ideas.

Word Count:- 4100

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!There is a lack of consent in this for lots of reasons, please in real life always give or receive consent before doing anything. PIV sex, drinking blood, alcohol, swearing, vampire lore & powers, drugging, stalking, controlling, boss & staff relationship, age gap (max is a vampire he’s like 200 years older than you in this story) manipulation.

Thanks for the read peoples. I hope you enjoy this.

Oooh as my poem got a lot of love last time, if you click here later this weekend you will get the poem version of this story.

“Ooooh isn’t it going to be romantic”

“I love this holiday”

“Wonder how many roses I will get”

You groan at the constant comments around the office in the lead up to Valentine’s Day. You have never been the kind of person,be it single or in a relationship, to enjoy Valentine’s Day. Yes it’s nice to get gifts & be doted on but you believe you don’t need a day to tell the person you love that you love them, you love them every day. Also there is currently the added bonus that no one in your office knows your in a new relationship. For lots of reasons you’ve had to keep it quiet. It’s been 6 months now, there’s been a few difficult conversations along the way so far but you know what to expect of each other.

As you sit there hearing Darcey talk for the 8th time that on Friday she has the day off & she’s sure her boyfriend will finally propose to her, you get a pop up on your screen.

My office with the reports in 10 mins.

“Always to the point” you mutter & start downloading last months sales reports to the usb drive. He is the only person in the world who hates using the cloud so this has to be done. You don’t mind it though. Means you know he’s not just skimming through the reports.

9mins later you knock on his office door & walk in closing it behind you.

“A minute early,” he says his back to you as he looks out the window at the grey busy city below. His Gucci suit being sleek & making his peachy arse, tiny waist & broad shoulders look emaculate. “Either that’s not good for sales, or you are getting too good at your job, guessing when I’m gonna ask for stuff.” He shifts back on his left foot before turning. There he is. Not a hair out of place. Looking as handsome as ever.

Your boss.

Your Boyfriend.

Max Phillips.

You always gulp upon seeing those eyes. Eyes so smouldering they could set a forest a blaze with one look. His hand smoothed out his blue tie. That large hand that makes you think bad things. & those lips, thin for now but blushing with life, the perfect way to end any day is to have those lips make contact, in lots of ways.

“Well that is why you hired me” you reply & wait for him to beckon you over. He might be your boyfriend & boss, but you are also his sub, & part of his supply of food. Max is a Vampire. Your obedience is rewarded with all sorts of things, but mainly mind blowing sex every other night. You’ve had so many orgasms in the last 6 months your world has truly been rocked. The two fingers extend & he does a come hither. You nod & walk across to him & hand him his usb. He grabs your hand, tightly & you gasp.

“Thank you darling” he then kisses your neck. You flinch a little. It’s the sore patch. It’s where he drinks from. You won’t let him drink while you have sex, one of the disagreements you’ve had, but on a Friday after you’ve dined & wined with whoever you have been out with, he will come over, drink from your neck so he can feel a little intoxicated too & then as you lie exhausted from being consumed yourself, he will devour your pussy until you can’t cum anymore.

“My pleasure sir” you say. He giggles a little, the glint in his eye even more shiney today.

He sits behind his desk & the two of you go through the sales reports. Despite you being his in almost every sense (he’s not agreed to turn you yet) he’s still very impressed with you, your work ethic, your charisma, your professionalism & the fact, that even though he is your master in lots of ways, that you will challenge him. No one has done that for over 200 years. He likes you feisty , because then he knows you’re being real & true. You wear your heart on your sleeve & that’s one of the reasons he adores you.

“That is actually all good” he says at the end of the review & chat”up 15% on last month that’s very reassuring, shows growth is continuing to get stronger”

“As I said Sir” you interject “we don’t need to grow at rapid speed just 12% each month for this year & then they will keep coming back & then recommend us”

“You’re so business savvy” he takes his large hand off the keyboard & strokes your chin. You try to not blush. “Your my little Angel”

“Max” you giggle unable to keep calm you know what thumb stroking usually means “we’re at work”

“&…”

“What if…”

“I’m in charge remember darling” the grip on your chin gets firmer. “If I wanted you under my desk every morning for a blow job, all

I’d have to do is snap my fingers & you’d be on your knees” your bright red, because you know it’s true. Power attracts you. His lore radiates. He pulls your face down, the eye contact intense, the sexual tension could cut through a coconut. Your kiss never materialises, as his phone rings. He answers it angrily.

“Fine fine fine” he says sternly before hanging up. “Sorry darling, rain check, new interns from the college, here to see if they want to work here”you are both disappointed but know you will get to continue later.

“Actual interns or a snack?” You ask he pulls a face of shock. Almost disappointed in your remarks, but you see the glint in his eye.

“Actual interns…” he then pauses & raises an eyebrow. “But the most Karen amongst them might be a nice little nibble” you giggle at him & take the usb back. “Hang on” you pause just before the door. “Remember I’m at a conference next week”

“Of course sir”

“Means a couple of nights away” he then pauses his face worried “including late home on Friday”

“&…” you reply.

“But it’s Valentine’s Day” he says. He’s shocked you don’t look sad.

“It’s just a day Max” you say softly. “I don’t need a certain day to be doted on” he then looks really shocked by this. In the 284 years he’s been alive he’s always spoilt the woman in his life on this day.

“You sure”

“Yes Max” you smile at him softly “my feelings won’t change for you they will be the same on Saturday as they will be on Friday” you nod & then leave his office.

Max sits back in his chair contemplating what you just said to him. Amazed you don’t want a fuss. He can read your mind, 9 times out of 10 he decides not to, but he had a quick feel around during that conversation & realised you weren’t lying. You really aren’t bothered. But that is going to make what Max has planned so much better. His mind planning only interrupted when the intercom goes to say the interns are in the lift to see him.

Valentine’s Day arrives.

After hitting your alarm on snooze, you see the message from Max on your phone.

I know i love you every day but today I felt like saying it, love you darling 💕

You reply saying the same back before getting in the shower. The hot steam making you wish Max was here, to touch you in lots of ways. Once dressed & in the kitchen making your coffee the door goes. You moan a little & hit the buzzer for whatever delivery this is to come up to your apartment, but your eyes are a delight when you open your eyes. A heart shaped cookie, with some small heart shaped chocolates on it & two roses with thorns still attached. The note that with it says “I bet this made you at least smile MPx” it had. Your dark heart which usually hates Valentine’s Day & the commercialism of it, starting to defrost a little. You decide to eat a chocolate as you head out to get the subway to work. As the last bit of chocolate melts on your tongue you feel wave of euphoria. Maybe it’s having something so sweet this early in the morning that’s woken up your senses, you’re not sure. But it’s making you bounce into the office this Friday morning. People notice how happy you are & are wondering what’s up.

When you get to your desk on your floor there is a pink heart shaped box, with a gold bow & a note. “Thought this morning was all you were gonna get? MPx” you untie the bow as some of your colleagues watch you. Those who aren’t then hear your squeal of excitement once it’s opened. A lavish selection of heart shaped chocolates & sweets sit inside & they smell amazing, making you lick your lips.

“Thought you didn’t do Valentine’s Day?” Danny asked.

“I don’t”

“& aren’t you single?” You blush at that.

“It’s complicated” you say. You’d love to shout out that you are getting railed by Max, but that would make things awkward. “But I have someone” you finish & you take a white chocolate heart & plop it in your mouth. “Oooh raspberry” you then offer the box to Danny “take one”

“But they are yours”

“I’m not gonna be able to eat them all Danny you take one for now & one for the journey” you offer innocently.

2hours later you suddenly realise the office is all around a much happier & nicer place. The usual mid morning slump never arrives. In fact, the entire office feels like it’s running on a different frequency, lighter, faster, buzzing with an energy that’s almost contagious. People are smiling, laughing, moving with an unusual ease. Even the usual grumblers seem… pleasant.

You lean back in your chair, watching as Danny animatedly chats with Sarah from accounts, his usual nervousness nowhere to be seen, he’s always had a crush on her. Across the room, even your perpetually stressed admin clark is grinning as she types away at her keyboard. It’s like someone has turned the volume up on life. It’s only when you realise that you’re tapping your foot at a ridiculous speed & that your fingers have been flying over your keyboard without you even noticing, that a thought creeps in.You glance at the open chocolate box on your desk.

Surely not?

Another bite of a heart chocolate sends a fresh wave of warmth through you, like you could take on the world. Your body feels incredible, light, sharp, almost euphoric. Your brain is firing on all cylinders.

Your phone vibrates. A message from Max.

“Feeling good, sweetheart?”

Your stomach flips. That bastard.

“What did you do?” You reply.The three dots appear.

“Hopefully get you loose”

You look up. Across the room, Danny meets your eye & grins, cheeks flushed. He winks.

“Oh fuck” you whisper & grab the box & run into Max’ office & lock the door behind you before calling him. He answers straight away.

“Darling”

“What’s in the chocolates Max?”

“Happy Val…” you interrupt him.

“I’m serious Max” you say sternly. “I passed them around the office”

“WHAT!” He screeches”why did you do that”

“Cos I’m not gonna eat 30 chocolates it would take me months”

“Fuck” he says “so how is erm… the rest of the office”

“Euphoric, In the most chilled Friday mood ever” you hear him tut.

“Well they have a mild aphrodisiac in them, just to let you inhibitions go” he chuckles. He’s drugged you & no also due to your generosity most of his staff.

“You think this is funny?” You state.

“I do, sorry daring. I didn’t want you stressing & I wanted you to have a nice calm day without me” he then pauses”wait where are you calling me from im guessing not the office floor”

“I ain’t that stupid Max” you scoff “I’m in your office, panicking”

“Bottom left draw of my desk” he says. His tone demanding even down the phone & you obey. You open the drawer & there is a bottle of champagne.

“Max”

“Take it home when you leave, enjoy it tonight, you deserve it baby” & then the phone clicks off, he’s hung up. Your stood there speechless & also very concerned you’ve just drugged the office with heart shaped chocolates. Well technically your boss has, your boyfriend has.

After the most relaxed Friday anyone has ever imagined, you go back to your apartment. Another bunch of red roses are waiting for you with a smaller box of chocolate & the note on the card says, “order a take away on me beautiful MPx” you blush & take them inside. After setting the roses in a vase & placing the smaller chocolate box on your kitchen counter, you flop onto the couch, phone in hand. Ready to let Max know what he might be coming back to at work next week.

“You do realise I am never trusting any food from you again, right?” His reply is instant.

“Oh, come on, darling. Didn’t you have the best Friday of your life?”

“You drugged an entire office.”

“Lightly. They’ll be fine. No complaints, right”You pause. He’s right. No one seemed upset. In fact, people left work happier than they ever have on a Friday. It was as if all the tension that usually hung in the air had dissolved. Still, you weren’t about to let him get off that easy.

“You’re a menace.”

“& yet, I’m your menace & you love me.”

You groan, tossing your phone onto the coffee table at his reply. He’s insufferable, smug & unfortunately, he’s right.

Your stomach rumbles, bringing your attention to the takeout menu you’ve grabbed, you know it doesn’t go well but a burger & champagne sounds good. As you place your order, your thoughts drift back to Max’s little surprise. The chocolates. The way they made you feel. That warm, floaty sensation still lingers in your veins, but now it’s mixed with anticipation. Because you know exactly what’s coming next. After all, he’s not the type to leave things at just chocolates & flowers.

As if on cue, your phone vibrates again.

“Enjoy your dinner, sweetheart. I’ll be seeing you soon”

Your breath catches. Max isn’t meant to get back until really late tonight. Is this all just a game to him? Playing with your emotions or is it just the heart shaped chocolates playing with your mind.

What you have no idea is that Max was never working away today, he’s been following you. He had been away for the rest of the week but he got back to his place last night. He watched you get the gifts on each occasion including putting a couple of mind control tricks on you, a little one every now & then doesn’t effect you, he even snuck into work to see how the chocolates were going down. He’s been watching you from outside your apartment feeling your aura, ready to strike at the moment you are most care free & relaxed. He wants a special Valentine’s Day himself. He wants you, & he knows by making you so calm & relaxed there is a huge chance you will let him drink from you when you have sex. He will need no mind controls tonight.

When you’ve finished eating & you pour another large glass of fizz, you hear a soft knock at your actual apartment door. Not the buzzer or the intercom. It’s deliberate & sends a shiver of both nervousness & delight down your spine. It has to be him. You slowly make your way to the door, is it nerves, fear, anticipation, lust, desire or all of the above that’s making your heart pound inside you? You can feel the tension as you unlock the door.

Max always has the devil in his eyes being a vampire but tonight it’s glowing. There’s an extra glint shining bright in those eyes. He knows he’s been naughty but he can’t contain his enjoyment of his teases through the day. He’s dressed to the nines as always spotless, the tie in his sleek jacket pocket, you can see the red poking out. Trousers that if he thrust, would show you which side he was dressing today. He’s smirking the only way he can.

“Surprise” he says cockily. You roll your eyes & tut in a sarcastic way. You step aside & he bows before entering. It’s a vampire thing.

“How was the late stay for the work thing?” You ask but you already deep down know he’s been spying on you. Something in your mind is telling you this.

“Erm about that” you sigh”oooh come on I wanted to have fun & you clearly have had enough of it, & I had to know if you really were enjoying yourself.”

“How often do you watch me max” not just a question for today but just in general.

“Not nearly as much as I’d like to, I’ve set my own boundaries. Trust me I could stand at the end of your bed all night watching you sleep & you’d have no idea”

“What” you say shocked.

“Joking” he says putting his hands up apologetically, but there’s something about he smirk that makes you think maybe he sometimes does. He then takes your left hand & kisses it. You blush crimson.”you know your better than any drug or blood to me”

Just being with each other intoxicates you both. No more mind games are needed tonight, no more alcohol or chocolates to let yourself go. Your combined auras are making the sexual tension so thick. As you rest a hand on him your certain even though you know it cant be that you can feel his pulse quicken.

“Max i…”

He doesn’t let you finish your sentence, his lips crash into yours, stealing your breath easing your soul, igniting the fire within your bones. He’s possessive as he pulls you into him. He knows you’re his in every way but that doesn’t stop him wanting to claim every last inch of you. You’d willingly be this man’s last meal if he asked you, his scent, his touch, his body, his mouth & those eyes that are are usually so soft now primal & wild, they all belong your man. No one else’s he’s yours.

His mouth leavers your lips, to your jaw, to your neck, to your throat, to where he likes to sip. He’s a man possessed. Too much to feast on. On such a beauty as you. He knows he should ask, he also knows he could use a mind trick but he wants you to willingly bring it up. The thing he wants most. His tongue flicks against the usual puncture holes, the teeth grazing, those prestige fangs starting to form. He lets out a small growl, it vibrates through your body.

“I want you”

“I know max”

“No I really want you in every way”

Your body melts & you moan as he softly starts to nip. It’s not painful anymore it’s arousing.

“Yes” you whimper.

“Sorry” he says & lifts his head

“ I said yes, take me to bed before I change my mind” you say & he lifts his head.

“Only if your sure darling & you must say black if it’s too much”

“Max i trust you with my life”

That’s all Max needs to hear.

Vampiric power is extraordinary in so many ways. In a flash he’s scooped you into his arms & carried you to your bedroom. You body feels like it’s falling in slow motion. In the time it takes you to get your jewellery off he’s gone & got some towels & a bottle of water & a few other supplies, incase things go wrong, although he keeps promising it never would, that he’d never hurt you, that it would make sex so much more enjoyable.

You’re excited as you both undress each other. You’re always excited for sex with max, but today it’s different. You’ve been drank before & after sex but never during it. This is a special treat & one that you know, now that you’ve opened Pandora’s box, he will expect more regularly.

After peeling away your clothes Max kisses every single inch of your skin. So full of life, so beautiful. He makes him more of a creature of a night than ever before. He’s savouring each kiss & touch. You moan as he sucks on your clit for a few minutes, your hands going into his hair. Your hips already rolling pushing his face further into your pleasure, as h gets you going.

“Fuck max”

“Don’t cum already baby” he giggles before his fangs then graze your nipples. He then pauses. He knows once he sinks his fangs into you & his penis, he will turn into an animal.

“Last chance darling” he says hopeful you still consent. Slight restraint in his voice. You pull him up so he can be near his usual drinking spot. Your hand traces over this jaw.

“I’m all yours max, in every way, yes I want this”

“Remember black” he says. He then very unromantic hits a timer next to your bed of 10mins, the longest the knows he can drink without doing any damage. You moan as he penetrates you slowly, filling up your cunt as he kisses you deeply. “I promise you will want this every night” he then licks down your throat, his hips slowly thrusting, you aren’t gripping the bedding yet but you can’t stop moaning already.

Finally his mouth as back at his supply. He sighs, licks & then softly sinks his fangs into your flesh. You’re gripping the bedding now.

Pleasure ripples through your body. You’ve never felt this high, you’ve never felt this happy. Sharp, hot, intoxicating, sexy, ritualistic. Your body arches as you moan pushing him into the air with you before you come back down onto the bed. It’s almost an out of body experience. Your own nails dig into Max to hold him in place, his growling & thrusts making each contraction of your cunt around his penis invigorating like you’ve been born again.

This isn’t just a drink, this isn’t just sex, this isn’t just a vampire & his partner being intimate, this is sacred. Each thrust sets off fireworks, each slurp has you both seeing stars. It’s binding you together in a moment of bliss.

Bzzzzz

The alarm goes off & Max to his word slowly removes his fangs from your neck, drops of blood fall onto where he drinks, your blood & his venom to seal the wound.

“Fuck baby” he snarls & then he picks his pace up. Those 10 minutes flew by, but the ferocity of both your orgasms makes you feel the same connection once again. Your body quivers in pleasure at your release. His face radiant & almost alive, from sweat blood & lust filled eyes.

“Perfect” he pants a few minutes later & lifts his head to look deeply into your eyes, moving a stray hair off your face. “How was it for you darling”

“indescribable”

“Is that good or bad?” You laugh at his response as your thumb traces over his lips. You suck your own blood off it.

“More” you say. Max looks shocked.

“M…more” Max is stunned his voice husky but it doesn’t take long for that smirk to return to his face. “darling do you have any idea what you just asked for” he murmurs as his hands cup your breasts & he slowly takes hold of you.

“Then show me Max” you challenge him.

“You greedy little thing” he says & he rolls back on top of you.

“Not really” you joke trying to lighten the mood as you get comfortable for round 2”I gave all of my chocolates away”Max laughs.

“Actually” he quickly leans over the top of his timer he had brought some chocolates upstairs with him. Those likely heart shaped chocolates which have caused all sorts of fun today. “Is one more gonna hurt” he says as he bites into his. He then feeds you the final chocolate. Your world exploding into colour once more. You tilt your head to the side.

“no it’s not baby”your practically vibrating with anticipation.

Slowly he pushes deep inside you, thrusting a few times watching your eyes glaze over from pleasure before he lowers his head to your neck.

“Happy Valentine’s Day darling” he whispers before growling in satisfaction as he sinks his fangs into the only sweetness he needs in his life.

[intothedysphoria]

Billy’s therapist probably didn’t mean to be patronising but he very much came off that way. Something about being in a wheelchair now made people think he was simple.

It was CIA appointed or whoever the assholes who’d dragged him into hospital were. The therapist felt like he should have been a part of the Men In Black and Billy half expected that he was going to get his memory erased.

Instead, after Billy signed several NDA’s about the time he was possessed by a fucked up alien thing, he was told to draw. So he drew. He drew his mom bathed in the California sun, Max trailing a muddy skateboard around the house. Heather when she was still alive. Neil covered in bulbous sores, just because. He didn’t draw Steve, even if he wanted to. He wasn’t going to get his boyfriend into more shit than he already was.

The man pursed his lips then asked Billy if he knew why he was there. A sardonic answer almost danced on his tongue until he remembered these guys probably had Max. He shook his head no instead.

“We’re moving you out of Hawkins Billy” came the crisp response. For Billy’s own safety, of course. No cover up here.

They were not moving him back to California, even after Billy threatened to stab a guard. California would be too obvious of a move.

They were dumping him in yet another shithole but this one was in Texas. To live with his maternal grandfather, who Billy hadn’t met since he was three years old.

He didn’t get to say goodbye to anyone. All he had were Max and Steve’s house numbers balled up in his fist as he boarded the plane.

His vague memories of “grandpa Patrick” were of a gruff, surprisingly fit old man who scared the shit out of Neil. Memory did not disappoint.

Patrick had served 32 years in the Air Force before working as low level management on an oil rig and retiring soon after. He was a piece of work when it came to bending house rules but it came from a place of genuine caution not the desire of instilling fear.

Since the past months had destroyed any hope of going to college, Patrick signed him up for wheelchair basketball. Under the surname O’Connor, not Hargrove.

Phone usage was limited from 5pm until 6pm every day, because Patrick was perhaps overly concerned about bills and was also convinced that all phones were bugged. Billy tried to call Max and Steve every day. And every day either Susan or Mrs Harrington picked up. It was driving Billy up the fucking wall. What was the point of having a boyfriend or sister if you weren’t allowed to call them?

Billy’s aunt Marie had noticed that he was becoming steadily more despondent by the day, so she gently suggested writing a letter. As long as he didn’t use his old name and wrote with his left hand he should be fine.

Max’s letter took about 10 minutes. They knew each other so well all Billy really needed to establish was that she was safe, she was coping and she wasn’t getting too much shit at school. Billy already knew how she’d be feeling in this situation.

Steve’s letter took much longer. Trying to judge how your boyfriend of a little under a year would react to you suddenly reappearing in his life was a little more complicated. Especially when you had to drop in hints as to who you actually were.

Billy struggled through emphasising that he loved Steve, leaving him had been hell and he’d met several actual cowboys since the move. After that he really just had to wait.

Steve sent him back a letter with tiny butterflies drawn on the front. He was always doodling and on their first date Billy had been told his eyes reminded Steve of butterflies. It was a difference from all his past dates who’d told him they looked like the sea.

It was a long letter for Steve. He was dyslexic and despised writing, would constantly need to be bribed with affection to finish a book report but Steve sent practically a novel. He was bored and lonely in Hawkins, had a job in a video rental space and was working his way up to going to college. There were several paragraphs asking about the rules of wheelchair basketball followed by several more asking if he’d bought a cowboy hat.

He loved Billy more than he could explain and hoped he could come back soon.

Billy felt asleep with the letter tucked into his pocket and resolved to find Steve again.

One day.

For @shieldofiron @dragonflylady77 and also @oopsiedaisiesbaby for giving me the idea of Texan Billy

[mirrorball-leclerc]

big reputations - part eight

series masterlist // previous // next

charles leclerc i've decided that this week i will be driving like a menace.

daniel ricciardo i see track terror is making a comeback this week.

max verstappen no more inchidents please.

charles leclerc mate let it go already. it's been over 10 years.

max verstappen admit you pushed me into that puddle and i'll let it go!

oscar piastri i see why the entire internet is convinced you two are secretly dating

charles leclerc excuse me? max verstappen they're what? sabrina carpenter lestappen is lestappening

daniel ricciardo to be fair, they think k-mag and nico are in love with each other, have been since the whole 'suck my balls' thing

daphne jones didn't we have this conversation already?

max verstappen that was in the other group chat

sabrina carpenter YOU HAVE A GROUP CHAT WITHOUT US? THIS IS TREASON!

oscar piastri OFF WITH THEIR HEADS!

charles leclerc THIS IS TREACHEROUS!

daphne jones oh grow up, it was started before you three were even in the picture. we don't use it much these days.

sabrina carpenter good. otherwise i'd throw a fit.

max verstappen don't you always?

sabrina carpenter i will make your life miserable verstappen

max verstappen you already do by existing every day.

lando norris MR. RICCIARDO ARE YOU OR ARE NOT A MASTERMIND?! THE TWITTER GIRLIES WANT TO KNOW!!

daniel ricciardo the hell are you talking about lando?

pierre gasly so you saw the same twitter thread i did?

max verstappen i completely forgot daphne had performed at the 2016 austin grand prix.

lewis hamilton huh that did happen

lando norris DANIEL ARE YOU A MASTERMIND?

logan sargeant was going to ask why but then i realized what the song is about.

mark webber i don't get it? what's the song about?

oscar piastri forgive him, he's uncultured.

mark webber that's it, no more sabrina time for you. oscar piastri sabrina said you can't separate siblings. tell him charles! charles leclerc yeah! what she said! lando norris wait a fucking minute, are you all together right now?

carlos sainz is that family thing working for you guys?

max verstappen it actually is. you should've seen the group chat after texas.

max verstappen on second thought maybe not. daniel ricciardo yeah, that's not a good idea. oscar piastri things were said by sabrina. charles leclerc well when you say it like that you make it sound bad. nothing bad was said, they're being dramatic. although, she might be in love with fernando daniel ricciardo you do remember the spa inchident don't you? alex albon they call him fernando rizzlonso

lando norris renamed daniel ricciardo

mastermind hilarious lando. truely.

lando norris you never confirmed or denied it. i took matters into my own hands.

pierre gasly question for sabrina, how does one get a song like nonsense written about them?

sabrina carpenter what an odd question pear gasly, i'd say by dating a singer? which is better for me because that way i can steal your girlfriend with no obstacles.

aelx albon she's a menace.

max verstappen THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN SAYING!

oscar piastri it's not that great of a song. i don't get the hype?

sabrina carpenter added one person

sabrina carpenter oscar's been disowned. he didn't know the words to love story.

charles leclerc max doesn't either?

oscar piastri what the hell are you talking about sabrina?

sabrina carpenter i saw that mclaren video.

daphne jones it's one song sabrina, let it go. this is not going to turn into another spa situation.

yuki tsunoda excuse me while i go scream into the void

logan sargeant wait for me! lance stroll and me!

lando norris daniel probably

sabrina carpenter lando with all of his teammates

lando norris man fuck you sabrina

carlos sainz what's the spa situation?

daphne jones you don't want to know, trust me. oscar piastri for your sanity, you don't want to know. daniel ricciardo please don't get her started again.

sabrina carpenter mr. sainz, you truly do not want to get me started. as i said before, i may not have been present for spa but i can and will bite ankles for oscar.

mastermind so who's free to go to daphne's concert in argentina on the 11th?

lando norris SIGN ME TF UP!!

yuki tsunoda I'M IN!

alex albon depends, can i bring lily?

mastermind of course! - sabrina mastermind that's my wife! - sabrina

logan sargeant ready to dance along to the fearless era

mastermind bold of any of you to think you have a choice. I EXPECT ALL OF YOU THERE! - SABRINA

mastermind love the name btw - sabrina

charles leclerc to quote sabrina, "i expect ass shaking for vigilante shit."

oscar piastri dear i god i hope none of you do that.

lando norris well now i'm going to.

sebastian vettel well she's certainly something.

max verstappen she's a menace.

lewis hamilton huh, sounds like someone back in 2016 to 2018. max verstappen YOU TAKE THAT BACK! lewis hamilton i don't think i will

mastermind JUSTICE FOR ABU DHABI 2021 - SABRINA

oscar piastri she just likes to stir the pot.

mark webber sounds like someone else and the infamous alpine tweet.

oscar piastri okay, that was one time.

esteban ocon argentina right before vegas? doesn't seem like a good idea to me but i'm in.

lando norris BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT EVER!

jenson button so is daniel dating daphne or not?

mastermind that's a secret i'll never tell - xoxo gossip girl.

alex albon something is brewing i can feel it.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! i’m back for 2024! i tried something different for this chapter and i think i liked it so i'm going to change it for all of the other parts, which is going to be a bitch because it's gonna take forever. it's also not that big of a change but i think it makes a difference.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet. enjoy!

[captainnameless]

This is no stress and only when/if you have the time and inspiration.

But talk to me about super hyper little Max please😇

It doesn’t get like this very often, Max quite literally bouncing off the walls. Max gets excited, sure. About race day, about cheat meals, about Daddy time, about flags and animals, but rarely this… active.

It’s usually a sign of overstimulation, they’d been pretty busy these past few weeks, very little time with each other and even littler time for any regressing. Daniel’s glad the coin’s fallen this way though, he loves Max regardless but this is a little easier to deal with than an overly defiant Max who toes the line of boundaries and oversteps until Daniel puts a stop to it.

The pancakes don’t help though.

“Taste?” Max asks, holding out a bite for Daniel to take and Daniel blinks slowly, eyeing Max, then the bite, then GP, who shrugs sheepishly.

“He deserved a treat.”

Max always deserves a treat, Daniel thinks. But he’s also thinking about the added sugars and their 10 hour flight they’re about to get on. Oh well.

Daniel wasn’t wrong about the extra sugar, he tries getting Max to take a nap on the plane but Max is way too busy chatting, coloring, he’s doing puzzle games on his phone and keeps getting up out of his seat to walk around.

There’s a minor tantrum that Daniel has to navigate them through when he denies Max a Red Bull, distracts him with a Trash Truck episode and gives him an apple juice instead.

Max falls asleep on the ride home from Nice to Monaco and Daniel curses silently because this is not a good time to fall asleep and he knows this will bite him in the ass for bedtime but he doesn’t want to risk waking Max up and having to navigate another tantrum while driving.

Max wakes up 2 minutes from home like he senses it and turns on immediately. He’s darted up the stairs to the penthouse, refused the elevator while Daniel struggles with their luggage, and goes straight for the cats.

Daniel’s still navigating their luggage and then goes to take Max’s shoes off when he’s having a moment of being in one spot to cuddle his pets.

As soon as his feet are free he takes off and Daniel has to catch him again to remind him of the “no running inside” rule but takes Max’s sock off anyway, knows his boy well enough to know Max’s listening ears might not be tuned right now and he’s limiting the risk of a slip and fall.

Max tips over the entire bin of legos they have, busies himself with it while Daniel whips up some dinner, comes in to the kitchen every five minutes with a “Daddy, look!” while showing off a new build and explaining what it is.

Daniel realizes quickly Max is not going to stay seated for dinner, and pulls him into his lap instead in hopes to keep him there and get some food into the boy.

Max tries sliding off again after two bites and Daniel wraps an arm around his waist, keeping him in place. “Can you keep your butt still for a minute?” Daniel chuckles lightly and Max whines at him.

“My butt doesn’t want to be still.”

“We’re having dinner, buddy.” Daniel says, squeezing Max’s hip. “I’d appreciate it if you would sit and eat it, you like the lasagna.” He adds, grabbing Max’s fork and pressing it down into the lasagna and then offering Max the piece.

Max nods and opens his mouth for the bite, then speaks with his mouth full. “I like it but my butt doesn’t.”

Daniel rolls his eyes fondly, shifts Max a bit and feeds him another bite. “Too bad for your butt.”

Max finishes most of his plate before Daniel decides he cannot contain him anymore and takes the victory with most of the dish gone.

Max is dashing through the living again when Daniel catches him around the waist, digging his fingers into the soft skin around his fingers. “What did Daddy say?”

Max bursts into a fit of tickles immediately trying to unsuccessfully squirm out of Daniel trying to reply but his voice is cut off by another squeaky giggle when the tickling doesn’t stop.

“I can’t hear you.” Daniel smirks, shifting his grip and moving Max around so he can tickle all the way up under his arm. Pulling a delightful squeal out of the younger and another fit of giggles around a “Please Daddy!”

“Huh?” Daniel asks, pausing his tickles, still holding Max. “What was that?”

Max gasps for breath, cheeks flushed, big smile. “Please don’t, Daddy.” He breathes. “No running.”

“Oh, so you do know?”

The flush on Max’s cheeks deepens then, and he goes to bury himself in Daniel’s chest. “I’m too awake! I need to get the shakes out.”

Daniel sighs gently, wrapping Max up in a quick cuddle, the gears in his brain working as he tries to think of something. He really can’t be arsed to go on a run right now, sticking Max in front of a screen will probably only make it worse but he is suddenly reminded of Max’s pool.

“Wanna go for a swim?”

Max nearly forgets the no running rule again when he’s going to grab his trunks, and again when Daniel opens the sliding doors and Max makes a run for the pool, this time he argues they’re not inside anymore.

They splash until their fingers are wrinkly and Daniel takes his tike shampooing Max’s hair in the outside shower and sneaks in a little massage he hopes will mean Max gets a little sleepier.

He gets his first yawn when he’s helping Max into pajama’s which gives Daniel a tiny bit of hope that bedtime will be alright until they’re laying in bed and Max’s bright blue eyes are staring right at them.

“Maxie,” Daniel whispers, grabs Leo from in between them and uses his paw to gently stroke Max’s nose. “Close your eyes, baby.”

Max whines around his thumb, scooting closer to Daniel, speech a little slurred around the digit. “ ‘m not sleepy.”

Daniel bites back his own whine. “Daddy’s sleepy, and Leo’s sleepy. Can you try, please darling?”

Max nods, such a good boy, and scrunches his eyes shut that brings a smile to Daniel’s face. “Relax, bubba.” He whispers, goes back to using Leo’s soft paw to gently map Max’s face, trace over his brows and the bridge of his nose until the scrunch is gone.

He switches tactics then, maneuvers Max onto his chest and gently scratches his fingers into the shaved up bits of Max’s hair, lips pressed against the top of his head while he murmurs a song Max likes.

He’s worried he’s gonna murmur himself to sleep before Max but right as his own eyes start to feel too heavy he feels Max relax all the way, breathing evening out.

Daniel gives him one more kiss before his own eyes shut.

[la2yn0va]

You accept ? Very good. In that case, I would like to request dbd concept for Douma from kny.

Bet

Killer Name: The Apostle

Possible Realm: Infinity Castle

Movement Speed: 4.6 (115%)

Terror Radius: 32m

Weapons: Tessen (war fans)

Power: Devouring Cult

Douma feeds on the life essence of others, spreading a Frostbloom Lotus infection and harvesting their vitality.

Special Ability: Frostbloom Lotus

Press the Active Ability button to release a Frostbloom Lotus Cloud in a 12-meter cone in front of you. Survivors caught in the cloud are Infected for 60 seconds.

Infected Survivors leave behind Petal Trails, visible to Dōma within 16 meters.

Infected Survivors slowly accumulate Chilling Bloom, indicated by a separate meter.

Upon full accumulation (60s), the survivor becomes Immobilized for 4 seconds (no vaulting, unhooking, or dropping pallets) along with the survivors aura being reveled for 4 seconds. suffers the Hindered status for 20 seconds.

Douma, once 1 survivor gets 1 stack, gains the ability to shoot a long range icicle that injures and downs. Additionally if shot at a health survivor with 3 stacks, you deny them the speed boost they get when you injure them normally.

Survivors with 3 stacks vault 20% slower and throw pallets down 20% slower.

Special Interaction – Absorb Essence

Down an Infected Survivor and press the Secondary Ability button to Absorb their essence.

Upon completion, gain 1 Lotus Stack (up to 3).

Each stack increases Frostbloom Cloud range by +2 meters and decreases cooldown by -1s.

If you have 3 stacks, Absorbing instead triggers Soul Petal Bloom: all infected survivors scream and suffer a 10-second aura reveal.

Additionally, gain the special ability to mori them in the spot, eating a random limb then taking out their heart and eating it.

Survivors can get rid of a stack if not in chase for more then 1 minute and 30 seconds.

(3 for each survivor btw)

Killer Perks

Frozen Grace:

You vault 15/20/25% faster, the vault becomes ‘corrupted’. The next time a survivor vaults that location, they scream reveling their aura for 5/6/7 seconds and hindering them for 5/10/15 seconds for 15%

Hex: Undead Devotion:

When hooking a survivor a full totem becomes a hex totem.

While survivors a within 16 meters of a survivor with a hook stage they become permanently oblivious and hindered for 8/9/10% additionally Skill checks become smaller and faster by 10/15/20%

If a survivor is sacrificed while this totem is active, gain a token (max of 3)

Each token you gain decreases your terror radius by 4 meters and increases your base movement speed by 5 per token. (So from 115 —> 130)

This perk is deactivated once it’s destroyed.

False Benevolence:

When a generator is completed, the 2 farthest survivors scream and reveal their location for 2/3/4 seconds. They suffer from Exhaustion for 12/16/20 seconds.

Mori: Lotus of Death

Douma approaches calmly, extending a ‘warming’ hand as frost forms around the survivor’s feet. He lifts them gently and begins to smile. Suddenly, he drives his war fans into their abdomen, dispersing them into icy petals. He catches one mid-air, grins, and lets the body parts and blood fall like rain, catching an eye and eating it after coating it in the ‘blood rain’

Cosmetic Ideas:

Purple: Human Douma. (That’s all I got)

Possible Survivors:

Shinobu Kocho (legendary skin for her older sister)

Inosuke Hashibura

Kanao Tsuyuri

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The end

Hope I did good, I didn’t read the manga but I know he’s a demon with ice powers and fans as a weapon, so I hope this satisfies you mister anonymous.

[catzz089]

I FINISHED MY DUTY AS UR WIFE AND HAVE READ WVERY OTHER WORK U HAVE POSTED!! i yapped so hard im so sorry. dont feel the need to read all this i just  wanted to give u running commentary and i didnt relise how many works of ur i have read! 10/10 i enjoyed 🩵

1: untill the end if time! AHHH YOUR YOU AND NOBODY CAN COMPETE WITH!!! WTF WOULD HAVE DIED IF I WAS CHARLES. lol also love the vibes that theyd only be ok if the other won the championship and no one else. AHH I WILL BE WITH U UNTIL U GET SICK OF ME OR THE SUN DIES!!! AHH THAT WAS SO GOOD!

2: And I cant breathe. lol cat dad icon! OHH WAIT IVE READ THIS LOL! awwwe carlos being such a good friend. if it happened again OK SO U HATE ME! ahh both of them in hospital i cantt :( defending max from all sides 💪 ohh including himself :( awwe a candle lit dinner. they will be fine 100%

3: from across the bar. lol a little bit egotistical charles. OH ive also already read this one lol. wow so it seems like u might be a little possessive charles. at least they are both as bad as each other lol. AHHH YES CHARLES GET UR MAN!! lol love Rico!! 

3: hit like a heatwave. Amen i hate qatar. AHHH MONACO BASED YOUTUBER WHO BEAT LEWIS HAMILTON IN EQUAL MACHINERY NICO ROSBERG MENTION!! i think we would all collectively loose our minds in max sat on charles lap. lol imagine christian horner and fred vassuer teaming up.  BURNT WATER??! is that possible? that was so sweet!!

4: ill cover it. ok charles check him out. so real give ur entire body king. pierre is so realll slow ur roll. i want to be max please let me finish my four year degree in 1 year please!! lol pierre and carlos are starting to feel like me when my friends have crushes. ahh there it is charles being insulted by french accusations. I ALSO AM A SUCKER FOR PEOPLE WITH TWO OR LESS BRAINCELLS!! YESS ANOTHER ROSBERG MENTION!! hes my fav too max! is it a sugar baby relationship if ur helping them graduate?? lol charles not being able to drive or park is iconic. the waist grab ahhh! ohhthe Italian and french! AHHH DANNY RIC!! nooo dont hate aussies :( AHHH CUDDLING!! yess GP! and so fair that you didnt know tyre was spelt that way. YES JEALOUS CHARLES!! NO PLEASE MAX! YOUR DADS A DICK TALK TO SOMEONE! yes thank you charles please fix him! And then they freaked lol iconic! 

5: when we locked eyes. wow it has been a hot minute since i read pierre and yuki. yes meeting ppl at uni so so hard. YOU HAVE SUCH A WAY OF DESCRIBING PEOPLE WHAT ITS SO GOOD!! lol yess yuki get what u want. awwwe cooking lessons. ahh so this and your other story are same universe how cool!! 🩵

HELLO???? HI???? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??

Wdym, oh I’m your wife now let me just go and casually read ALL OF YOUR WORKS????

WHAT!!!! ALL OF THEM?????????????????????

This is literally insane to me. WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKJKKJ

1.my my, it’s been a long time since I even THOUGHT about that fic, most lovesick heartfelt fluffy fic I’ve EVERRRR wrote

2.Im SORRYYYYY it’s just so hard NOT to draw on past insecurities to create one big mess where nobody feels okay at all.

3. LMAO I’m glad you’ve liked some of the other fics before you liked me. It just seems like whenever I write Charles he has some minor, minor jealousy issues. (Rico supremacy)

4.I’ll cover it was my little baby, but now I’ve found a new one and I’ve moved on from it, but I really did enjoy playing around with it, I’m glad you liked reading it

5.Never written anything other than Lestappen, so tbh this one was a bit of a challenge for me (aside from my long, LONG forgotten fics which… yeah when I say they were bad, I really mean it) Yuki is unfortunately VERY good at getting what he wants

Just wanted to let you know I’m just about to go through ch.1 and fix up some mistakes, then I’ll fix up the new one and post it :)))

[thelivingautomaton]

latest fanfics

rules: post the first line of your ten most recently published written fanfics and tag ten others to do the same (changing this prompt slightly since there's some good stuff i've written -- mostly related to one of my d&d campaigns -- that isn't published anywhere other than my google drive LOL. if there's interest maybe i'll put them on my ao3 or something)

tagged by: @oldxenomorph again, thank you!!! <3

true love waits in haunted houses / silent hill 2 / roleswap au, chronically-ill unreliable narrator mary shepherd-sunderland, psychological horror / mature (gore, violence, injury, body horror)

“Now repeat after me. “I, Mary Shepherd…” (Mary? Mary’s gone. She’s not here any more. She grew wings and flew away, and she’s never coming back. All that’s left is this…pathetic, wasted shell. Hateful. You hate it. I hate it too.)

2. all you need is / severance, the prisoner (1967) / crossover au, number six, mark s, amnesia and identity issues / no warnings

He comes to laid out on a conference table, dressed as though for his own burial.

3. l'amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle / severance, the divine comedy / poetry, mark s is dante and the severed floor is hell, katabasis journeys / no warnings

Midway through the course of my strange, pathetic life I came to myself in a darkly-wooded room, having lost the straight and narrow in my strife.

4. sunderland variations / silent hill 2 / james sunderland, loop theory, silent hill AKA "hell is what you make of it" / mature (violence, character death, suicide, very lightly-implied sexual content)

In the dream, James is standing at the end of the world.

5. short stories of the flesh / personal canon, ttrpg / henry doran x qwynellyn fannegon-faerondahl, shapeshifting, death and resurrection trauma AKA "came back wrong because your hot fae wife likes it that way" / mature (body horror, sexual content)

Eventually – after he resurfaces from the suffocating gray silence that permeated his soul beyond the veil; after he embraces his lady and greets his friends; after each (especially Qwynellyn) has heaped upon his shoulders the measure of castigation that they deem best fit; after thoroughly reacquainting himself with them all, taking equal comfort in what has changed and what has not – eventually, in that hazy pre-dawn hour which is no hour, under muted light that is no light, Henry stands once more before a mirror, and takes stock of himself.

6. Flattened Bullet (OOP19-KE) / control, alan wake, max payne / crossovers, epistolary documentation, haunting the narrative, noir monologuing and dramatic death scenes / teen and up (character death, violence)

Flattened Bullet (OOP19-KE) CONTAINMENT PROCEDURE: No unique procedures required.

7. lovecraft in brooklyn / alan wake / metafiction, crossovers (in the "gratuitous homage" sense), alan wake having a prolonged existential crisis / teen and up (some violence)

Alan tries a lot of different things in the time he's trapped within the Dark Place. Some of them are, admittedly, more derivative than others.

8. black as midnight on a nightless night / alan wake / alex casey, rose marigold, coffee. also the dawning existential horror of realizing you might be the oc of Some Fucking Guy who has been killing you over and over for years. but mostly coffee. / no warnings

Special Agent Casey glared down at the pot of coffee – which contained the crusted, ancient remains of dried grounds, but was otherwise just as empty as it had been five minutes ago – and tried not to think about how badly he wanted a drink.

9. trouble never comes alone / personal canon, occidentia, ttrpg / avdotya "dunya" voronin, talking swords, programming jokes, gratuitous russian phrases / no warnings

“38°28'51.8"N 78°52'16.2"W 3:13 ᴀᴍ 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢 ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ воробей”

10. merryrose / alan wake / rose marigold, tumblr, fandom culture, lovingly meta / no warnings

“this shit won’t write itself” – william shakespeare, probably @merryrose / merryrose.tumblr.com Rose | 30s | she/her | “Find the lady of the light, gone mad with the night, that’s how you reshape destiny” 🔦