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over 500 notes on my lando norris imagine, when did that happen??

Thanks to every single one of you❤️

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&. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

❛ i didn’t know where else to go. ❜

❛ i’ll never be that me again. ❜

❛ you can still be good. ❜

❛ i thought you’d be here. ❜

❛ don’t act like you know me. ❜

❛ because i care about you, okay? ❜

❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜

❛ i was scared. i thought you had lost your way. ❜

❛ am i supposed to just let you go? ❜

❛ you deserve better than me. ❜

❛ don’t make me do this. ❜

❛ i’m not who you think i am. ❜

❛ you don’t mean that. ❜

❛ please just hold me. ❜

❛ i don’t want to understand, i want you to stay. ❜

❛ and why should i care? ❜

❛ you look awful. ❜

❛ i can’t do this without you. ❜

❛ don’t let me lose you too. ❜

❛ for what it’s worth, i really am sorry. ❜

❛ it’s not your fault. ❜

❛ i don’t know who i am anymore. ❜

❛ is this the part where you kick me out? ❜

❛ don’t we deserve to be happy? ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜

❛ it was a nightmare, that’s all. ❜

❛ it’s just a scratch, don’t worry. ❜

❛ you know me better than i know myself. ❜

❛ don’t go where i can’t follow. ❜

❛ you’re better off without me. ❜

❛ we all die alone. ❜

❛ people get hurt if they get too close to me. ❜

❛ i hate what i’ve become. ❜

❛ i’m not going anywhere. ❜

❛ is there anything i can do to help? ❜

❛ i don’t even recognize you anymore. ❜

❛ who did this to you? ❜

❛ please don’t leave me. ❜

❛ oh, now you care? ❜

❛ don’t come any closer! ❜

❛ i missed you so much. ❜

❛ you don’t have to say anything. ❜

❛ do you want me to leave? ❜

❛ why are you avoiding me? ❜

❛ you could have died, you know. ❜

❛ i wish you were here. ❜

❛ you’re not alone. i’m staying right here. ❜

❛ i can be your family. ❜

❛ of course i’m here. where else would i be? ❜

❛ we just can’t seem to get it right, huh? ❜

❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜

❛ don’t push me away again. ❜

❛ this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. ❜

❛ you’re leaving already? ❜

❛ this was a mistake. ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

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i have a 20 hours long car ride ahead of me so please let me know if you have any requests!

if you have requests for

max verstappen

charles leclerc

lando norris

carlos sainz

daniel ricciardo

please let me know. i’d like to write more little one shots like ‘study break’ or ‘favorite fan’

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Can I request something?

What about Lando fooling around with his toddler at the paddock?

thank u! xx

favorite fan | lando norris

pairing: lando norris x reader

warnings: none

word count: ~1,2k

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all your worries about bringing your daughter to a grand prix for the first time vanished once you saw the excitement in lando’s eyes as he spotted the two of you walking into the mclaren building.

“what are you two doing here?” your boyfriend asked when he finally reached you. aelin’s arms immediately went up in his direction and she let out the most adorable giggle when lando picked her up and sat her in his arms.

“well your daughter really wanted to meet lewis hamilton, so i thought, why not bring her here.” you answered sarcastically while pointing at her outfit. she was wearing a toddlers mclaren tshirt and an orange skirt, paired with a cap on her head that had the teams logo and the number four on it.

“you look absolutely adorable, my love.” lando said to aelin who had started wiggle in his arms, trying to see what was happening around her.

“we’re gonna stay for qualifying, but i don’t know if we’re going to make it to the race tomorrow.”

“that’s alright, darling. thank you so much for coming.” you boyfriend gave you a peck on the lips while placing one of his hands on the small of your back.

“let’s go, i have so much to show her.” his excitement really started to show as you made your way outside and he started to tell you about how well the last practice went.

the paddock was filling up quickly. media teams trying to get some footage before the qualifying seasions and a couple of famous people using their vip access to stroll past the team buildings. the amount of people and cameras would’ve normally made you nervous, your instincts to bring your daughter home kicking in. but she had a huge smile on her face, matching her dad’s who was proudly explaining everything.

“okay so this is were the good drivers work, my love.” lando stated as we walked out of the orange building

“but these lads over there are very, very slow. you will only ever see them in your mirrors.” he was now pointing at max who was talking to checo and charles, all three of them too engaged in their conversation to hear lando’s comment.

“daniel is going to join us in a minute and then we can go to the garage.” you couldn’t help but smile at your little family when lando turned around to face you, making sure you heard him. aelin was holding onto him tightly while trying to look at everyone and everything that was surrounding her.

you also tried to take everything in, realizing that it had been a very long time since you joined your boyfriend for a race weekend. lando was pointing at drivers and staff again while whispering in aelin’s ear, who in return seemed to be absolutely hypnotized by the scenery around her.

“y/n is that you? oh my it feels like i haven’t seen you in ages!” just as you turned towards daniel, he was already pulling you into a very big hug, pressing your face against his chest.

“mate, your suffocating her.” lando exclaimed from next to you.

“good to see you too, danny.” you smiled up at the tall driver. you had grown close quickly after he joined the team in the past year.

“weren’t you just at our house last week?” a laugh escaped you as you recalled him falling asleep next to aelin on the couch after having had a tad too much wine at dinner.

“maybe, still good to see you back here. and you too of course.” his attention now turned to your daughter who was holding onto her dad tightly.

“dan, hand me your sunglasses for a second?” a mischievous smile was forming on lando’s face.

“lando, you’re already wearing a pair.” you pointed out but daniel didn’t hesitate, already laughing because he knew what his teammate had planned. you couldn’t help but giggle when lando placed them on your daughter’s face. he had already turned her tiny mclaren cap around, so now she was matching her dad perfectly. the pair of them looked adorable together, the glasses almost hiding all of her face but you could still see her big smile underneath.

as you made your way towards the garage you noticed several people turning their attention towards lando. you saw them whisper, some people even took pictures of him holding his daughter. and while you knew that this was just another side of being somewhat famous, it made you very uncomfortable to have your daughter out in the open like that. it seemed like your boyfriend could sense how you tensed up next to him. so when he took your hand in his and gave it a little squeeze, he also leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“it’s okay, my love. her face is almost fully covered by the glasses.”

“i know, i know” you whispered back, whilst again admiring how great of a dad lando really was. you had never really doubted it anyways, but finding out you were pregnant came really unexpected. and with the both of you being so young and still in the midst of working on your careers it was quite the shock. but you two are handling it very well and every time you look at lando and your little girl, you realize that you wouldn’t have it any other way.

the garage was already filled with mechanics and a couple of engineers that were getting both mclaren cars ready for qualifying.

“okay, normally people don’t get to do this, but since you’re my favorite fan, let’s get you inside.”

“lan, do you really think that’s a good idea?” you laughed when you saw that aelin was already reaching for the orange race car, trying to get closer to it.

“she’ll be in her own sooner or later anyway.” your boyfriend explained while placing your daughter onto the seat. she wasn’t even tall enough to look over the steering wheel but that didn’t seem to bother her. aelin started to press all of the buttons in front of her while smiling from ear to ear and letting out a couple of giggles.

“see, she loves it.” lando said as he put his arm around your waist, pulling you up against his side. he had his phone out in the other hand, filming his daughter while she was exploring the inside of his race car.

“you know what we should do, darling?”

“what?” you asked whilst keeping your eyes on your little girl.

“have another one.” lando said to you.

“i think you better finally propose first, mate.” daniel half-shouted from where he was standing with someone from the media team.

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please just imagine lando doing his model walk around the paddock someday, but with his kid in his arms. adorable

hope this goes into the direction of what you wanted:))

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i love you | max verstappen

sneak peek

pairing: max verstappen x reader

warning: none

chapter: ?/?

word count: 540

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,,I thought you are in love with her” you slured, taking a small sip of water right after finishing the sentence.

You didn’t look up to see his face but you felt him tense next to you. Your slouching figure was touching his side and his leg, your body hanging on the couch so low that your head was at the height of his chest.

,,I do love her. But it’s not close to..” Max stopped talking and took a deep breath. ,,You are drunk, I should bring you back to the hotel. We have a big day tomorrow.”

,,Would you stay with me tonight? Please?” The question came out of your mouth before you could consider the consequences. Before you could really think about who you were talking to and before you could make sure you weren’t doing something irresponsible just because of the slight tingle him being near gave you.

He started shiftig, siting up straighter and then you were being pulled up a bit as well. Your head was now next to his shoulder and as he put his arm around you, you let yourself lean on him. Your head started to spin a bit.

,,I will stay with you tonight” his voice barely a whisper, but you heard it and instantly relaxed at his promise.

You would think about the consequences tomorrow. When your head was in the right condition again, not this twirling and pounding mess.

It felt like you had layed there forever. Letting his warmth lull you into sleep slowly. The clouds in your head parted and made way for the calming heaviness of dozing off. All of the sudden Max’s arms shifted around you and he picked you up, grabbing you under your arms and pressing your side against him, making sure to hold you tightly.

You didn’t fully wake up even then, the combination of the intoxicating drinks, the mental stress of the past couple of days and the need for sleep was too overwhelming. It all made the drive back to the hotel feel like it lasted mere seconds.

When Max placed you on a bed that felt like it was made out of clouds, you shortly wondered if he would just leave. After taking of your laced heels and struggling to open the sipper on your back, he hesitated to pull the beaded dress over your head. Instead, he just pulled the fluffy blanket over your still body and stepped away. You don’t know how many moments passed in which you didn’t hear him move at all until he himself tossed his shoes onto the floor. When the blanket lifted once more you unconsciously started to smile and turned to the side, your face grazing his chest. Max placed his arm around your shoulders again, his thumb started to trace the shape of your ear.

,,You don’t deserve any of this” his voice was filled with sadness but you didn’t have it in you to respond. The safety and comfort his presence meant to you in that moment was all it took for your body and mind to finally let go and allow the darkness to fully consume you.

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so here is the promised sneak peek to the multi chapter story i am working on. Obviously there’s not a lot of context, but you‘ll see…

fun fact: this scene is actually part of a dream i had a couple of months ago

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if you have requests for

max verstappen

charles leclerc

lando norris

carlos sainz

daniel ricciardo

please let me know. i’d like to write more little one shots like ‘study break’ or ‘favorite fan’

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pretty please with �� on top write a part two to brother’s best friend🥺

i'll try my best, but i don't have a plot idea yet:(

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omg, i think my heart is melting🥺

cutest comment ever.

study break| c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

word count: 1.6k

you're really stressed out about your upcoming exam but your boyfriend is there to help you

you had been studying for your next med school exam for over eight hours now. the occasional look outside and seeing the nice summer weather didn’t make you feel any better about spending almost every day behind your computer. but you couldn’t allow yourself a break, this exam was the last one before you would start your clinical rotation so it was very important to get a good grade.

charles always supported you when it came to your education. you met the monegasque on your graduation trip almost three years ago in some night club here in monaco. maybe it was because of the alcohol in your system or maybe it was because of the fact that you would leave for your home country the next day anyways, but you had just went over to him and his group of friends and used the cheapest pick up line that was swirling through your mind. he laughed and after having a couple of drinks and partying all night, you decided to keep in touch. after dating for about a year he asked you to move in with him. his travels for work and you studying full time making it almost impossible to see each other. you had protested at first, knowing that you couldn’t pay any of the rent, but he convinced you that it was fine, so after some discussions you caved and moved to monaco.

he was currently at the ferrari headquarters, participating in meetings and training sessions to prep for the upcoming season. so you had used all your free time studying until midnight, getting up early in the morning to go to the gym and then starting to revise your books again. to be honest it was tiring, but you had the goal of becoming a physician and you would work your ass of for that.

you placed your empty coffee cup down on the table and started typing again, trying to finish one of the reports you also had to work on. music was blasting from your headphones, so you didn’t hear the door open and close or charles walking up to you. he bent down and hugged your body from behind, placing small kisses along your jaw and up to your cheek.

you couldn’t hide your surprise when you turned around to face him, he shouldn’t have been home for another two days.

“i thought i told you to actually go outside for once, mon amour.” his tone was teasing but the underlying truth in his words was evident.

“charles, i didn’t know you would come home today, i would’ve gotten dinner ready.” you grabbed his face with both of your hands and couldn’t help but smile while giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“no need, I got us a table at your favorite restaurant. i want to take you out tonight.” he gave you another kiss on the forehead, turned around and made his way to the bedroom.

you let out a small sigh, not wanting to disappoint him. charles made it a point to make up for the time that you two couldn’t spend together. he would either get you gifts, small and meaningful ones that you adored or he would take you out on the most romantic and exciting dates.

“i am sorry babe but i really have to stay in tonight. the exam is in two days.” you followed him to your bedroom and sat down on the big comfy bed, assuming that he had went into the connected bathroom.

“why don’t you ask carlos or max to join you?” you knew it was a stupid question, but you asked anyways, trying to make yourself feel less bad for cancelling on your boyfriend. charles stepped out of the bathroom wearing only his trousers since he was about to take a shower. he came over to you and positioned himself with each of his legs outside of yours, trapping you on the bed.

“i want to go out with you, mon cheri, not them.” his words came out as a whisper while he bent down and placed his lips on yours. he hadn’t been gone for that long but being able to taste him again made your core start to tighten a bit. you wrapped your arms around his neck, fully leaning into the kiss and deepening it. your heartbeat sped up and after a couple of minutes you pulled back smiling at him. something about the way that his green eyes were scanning your features made you realize how lucky you were to have him. his reassuring smile triggered something in you and suddenly you were overwhelmed.

the feeling of not deserving the man in front of you, the fear of failing your exam and never finishing school, the feeling of not being good enough. it all came clashing down and you couldn’t help but cry. as the first tears started to roll down, the look on his face changed from happy to concerned in mere seconds and he knelt down in front of you, taking your hands into his.

“what is it, y/n? What’s wrong?” the pain in his voice made you cry even more. the sobbing made your whole body tremble and you couldn’t stop. charles got up and sat down next to you, pulling your head against his chest and rubbing his hand up and down your back. after staying like that for a while you finally pulled it back together, letting charles’ touch calm you down. when you looked up and saw the worry in his eyes you noticed that you still hadn’t explained that sudden outburst.

“you shouldn’t stress yourself that much, mon amour.” he was still holding you around your waist and his thumb was drawing small circles on your skin, calming you even more.

“good thing you didn’t wear a shirt, it would’ve been ruined.” you let out a small laugh, trying to change the atmosphere.

“what was that about, Y/N.” his voice was demanding and you knew there was no way to change the subject. so you tried your best to explain what had caused your tears. it wasn’t the first time that you told him about how undeserving you felt from time to time and he also knew that you were really ambitious when it came to your studies.

“listen, please.” i had finished my rant and almost started crying again when Charles placed his hand under my chin and made me face him.

“you know i love you, mon amour. you know i would give anything to have you live with me. i don’t care that i am the one paying. i mean you’re becoming a doctor, for god’s sake. you should be able to focus on that first and foremost. but i still need you. i need to see my girlfriend laugh and have the time of her live. i need to see you do what you love and this, at the moment, is not it.” his eyes hadn’t left yours for even one moment.

“so i will take a shower and go grab some food, while you finish that report. but as soon as i get home, you’re done. we can have dinner and watch a movie or you can take a bath and then we’ll just go to bed, oui?” he gave you a small kiss on the forehead and waited for your answer patiently, but you were at a loss of words. so you just grabbed his face and placed your lips on his. all the love that you felt for the monegasque driver made your heart beat faster as he grabbed your waist and pulled you even closer, deepening the kiss.

and so you did just what he had asked of you. you went back to your laptop whilst charles got in the shower and started to get dressed afterwards. when he left you were already almost done with your report and by the time he had gotten home with your food you had pressed submit.

you had dinner on the couch, listening to charles talk about all the small changes that he would have to make the next season in order to finally get that championship title. you couldn’t help but get excited for him, loving the way he talks about his passion while never forgetting to ask you about yours. after finishing the food you asked charles if he would be ok with just going to bed and he didn’t complain one bit.

“i am really glad you liked the cheesy pick up line i had for you at the club.” your head was resting on charles’ chest, your leg draped over his body while he was playing with your hair and holding you close.

“it was the stupidest thing i had ever heard. but as soon as i saw the pretty smile on your face and heard you laugh, it was hopeless. there was no way i could resist you.” a small giggle escaped him when he thought back to that night, just as glad as you were that it had played out the way it did.

“i love you, charles.” you planted a small kiss on the inside of his palm and scooted even closer, snuggling into his side as much as you could.

“i love you, y/n. more than anything.” you smiled and listened to is breathing become slower and deeper as he started to fall asleep.

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study break| c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

word count: 1.6k

you're really stressed out about your upcoming exam but your boyfriend is there to help you

you had been studying for your next med school exam for over eight hours now. the occasional look outside and seeing the nice summer weather didn’t make you feel any better about spending almost every day behind your computer. but you couldn’t allow yourself a break, this exam was the last one before you would start your clinical rotation so it was very important to get a good grade.

charles always supported you when it came to your education. you met the monegasque on your graduation trip almost three years ago in some night club here in monaco. maybe it was because of the alcohol in your system or maybe it was because of the fact that you would leave for your home country the next day anyways, but you had just went over to him and his group of friends and used the cheapest pick up line that was swirling through your mind. he laughed and after having a couple of drinks and partying all night, you decided to keep in touch. after dating for about a year he asked you to move in with him. his travels for work and you studying full time making it almost impossible to see each other. you had protested at first, knowing that you couldn’t pay any of the rent, but he convinced you that it was fine, so after some discussions you caved and moved to monaco.

he was currently at the ferrari headquarters, participating in meetings and training sessions to prep for the upcoming season. so you had used all your free time studying until midnight, getting up early in the morning to go to the gym and then starting to revise your books again. to be honest it was tiring, but you had the goal of becoming a physician and you would work your ass of for that.

you placed your empty coffee cup down on the table and started typing again, trying to finish one of the reports you also had to work on. music was blasting from your headphones, so you didn’t hear the door open and close or charles walking up to you. he bent down and hugged your body from behind, placing small kisses along your jaw and up to your cheek.

you couldn’t hide your surprise when you turned around to face him, he shouldn’t have been home for another two days.

“i thought i told you to actually go outside for once, mon amour.” his tone was teasing but the underlying truth in his words was evident.

“charles, i didn’t know you would come home today, i would’ve gotten dinner ready.” you grabbed his face with both of your hands and couldn’t help but smile while giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“no need, I got us a table at your favorite restaurant. i want to take you out tonight.” he gave you another kiss on the forehead, turned around and made his way to the bedroom.

you let out a small sigh, not wanting to disappoint him. charles made it a point to make up for the time that you two couldn’t spend together. he would either get you gifts, small and meaningful ones that you adored or he would take you out on the most romantic and exciting dates.

“i am sorry babe but i really have to stay in tonight. the exam is in two days.” you followed him to your bedroom and sat down on the big comfy bed, assuming that he had went into the connected bathroom.

“why don’t you ask carlos or max to join you?” you knew it was a stupid question, but you asked anyways, trying to make yourself feel less bad for cancelling on your boyfriend. charles stepped out of the bathroom wearing only his trousers since he was about to take a shower. he came over to you and positioned himself with each of his legs outside of yours, trapping you on the bed.

“i want to go out with you, mon cheri, not them.” his words came out as a whisper while he bent down and placed his lips on yours. he hadn’t been gone for that long but being able to taste him again made your core start to tighten a bit. you wrapped your arms around his neck, fully leaning into the kiss and deepening it. your heartbeat sped up and after a couple of minutes you pulled back smiling at him. something about the way that his green eyes were scanning your features made you realize how lucky you were to have him. his reassuring smile triggered something in you and suddenly you were overwhelmed.

the feeling of not deserving the man in front of you, the fear of failing your exam and never finishing school, the feeling of not being good enough. it all came clashing down and you couldn’t help but cry. as the first tears started to roll down, the look on his face changed from happy to concerned in mere seconds and he knelt down in front of you, taking your hands into his.

“what is it, y/n? What’s wrong?” the pain in his voice made you cry even more. the sobbing made your whole body tremble and you couldn’t stop. charles got up and sat down next to you, pulling your head against his chest and rubbing his hand up and down your back. after staying like that for a while you finally pulled it back together, letting charles’ touch calm you down. when you looked up and saw the worry in his eyes you noticed that you still hadn’t explained that sudden outburst.

“you shouldn’t stress yourself that much, mon amour.” he was still holding you around your waist and his thumb was drawing small circles on your skin, calming you even more.

“good thing you didn’t wear a shirt, it would’ve been ruined.” you let out a small laugh, trying to change the atmosphere.

“what was that about, Y/N.” his voice was demanding and you knew there was no way to change the subject. so you tried your best to explain what had caused your tears. it wasn’t the first time that you told him about how undeserving you felt from time to time and he also knew that you were really ambitious when it came to your studies.

“listen, please.” i had finished my rant and almost started crying again when Charles placed his hand under my chin and made me face him.

“you know i love you, mon amour. you know i would give anything to have you live with me. i don’t care that i am the one paying. i mean you’re becoming a doctor, for god’s sake. you should be able to focus on that first and foremost. but i still need you. i need to see my girlfriend laugh and have the time of her live. i need to see you do what you love and this, at the moment, is not it.” his eyes hadn’t left yours for even one moment.

“so i will take a shower and go grab some food, while you finish that report. but as soon as i get home, you’re done. we can have dinner and watch a movie or you can take a bath and then we’ll just go to bed, oui?” he gave you a small kiss on the forehead and waited for your answer patiently, but you were at a loss of words. so you just grabbed his face and placed your lips on his. all the love that you felt for the monegasque driver made your heart beat faster as he grabbed your waist and pulled you even closer, deepening the kiss.

and so you did just what he had asked of you. you went back to your laptop whilst charles got in the shower and started to get dressed afterwards. when he left you were already almost done with your report and by the time he had gotten home with your food you had pressed submit.

you had dinner on the couch, listening to charles talk about all the small changes that he would have to make the next season in order to finally get that championship title. you couldn’t help but get excited for him, loving the way he talks about his passion while never forgetting to ask you about yours. after finishing the food you asked charles if he would be ok with just going to bed and he didn’t complain one bit.

“i am really glad you liked the cheesy pick up line i had for you at the club.” your head was resting on charles’ chest, your leg draped over his body while he was playing with your hair and holding you close.

“it was the stupidest thing i had ever heard. but as soon as i saw the pretty smile on your face and heard you laugh, it was hopeless. there was no way i could resist you.” a small giggle escaped him when he thought back to that night, just as glad as you were that it had played out the way it did.

“i love you, charles.” you planted a small kiss on the inside of his palm and scooted even closer, snuggling into his side as much as you could.

“i love you, y/n. more than anything.” you smiled and listened to is breathing become slower and deeper as he started to fall asleep.

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my brother’s best friend

pairing: max verstappen x reader!Daniel Ricciardo’s sister

word count: 6088

y/n is daniel ricciardo’s little sister, who occasionally joins him on race weekends. but what happens when she is clearly interested in his dutch teammate and just can’t stay away anymore?

warnings: underaged drinking, swearing, light smut

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Daniel had left the hotel about three hours ago to meet some of the team at a club nearby. During that time I had finally picked up my books again and started to revise the most important stuff for the exam I had coming up. I usually enjoyed traveling with my brother and the red bull team but sometimes it was quite hard to manage everything.

So I used the time I had to order myself some food and study, although my motivation didn’t keep me going for too long. After a couple of hours I decided to go to the hotel bar. I ordered a drink, gladly taking it without being asked for my ID and went outside on the big balcony overlooking the beach. I sat down on a couch next to a small group of people that were having a quite vigorous conversation about the upcoming race on Sunday.

I was scrolling through social media when my phone started ringing and the screen showed an incoming facetime call from Daniel.

„Max, what the fuck are you doing? “ I gripped the phone tightly, turning my back to the group of people standing next to me, shocked to see the Dutch driver and not Daniel.

“You wanna come over? I really want to see you.” He was practically shouting the last sentence, trying to drown out the music that was playing at the club. I could see in his eyes that he wasn’t fully able to focus, probably due to countless beers and some shots with the team.

“Why did you take my brother’s phone to call me? “ I lowered my voice, still scared that people would notice me and listen to the conversation, even though there was no one here that should even know who I am.

“Oh yeah ehm he told me to…No honestly Y/N I don’t know but I want to see you, please come here.” The slurring was now more than obvious and I couldn’t help but take a closer look at his face and smile. His hair was all messed up, his cheeks slightly reddened and it was evident that he struggling with not shaking the phone too much.

“Max, where is Daniel?” He didn’t have the time to answer my question before his face disappeared from the frame and I saw my brother’s confused look on my screen.

“Y/N?” He also had a slight slur in his voice.

I had gotten up from my spot on one of the benches and leaned against the rails, the cool evening air whirling my hair in my face and making me shiver slightly. It really hadn’t been the best idea to go outside this late.

“Max called me asking if I could come pick y’all up, I was just about to head out. He mentioned you having a little too much fun at the bar.” I finished with a quick giggle, hoping I sounded convincing enough to my drunk brother.

“I am great Y/N, but no actually, he’s right. Probably for the best if you could pick us up. Just be here in a couple of minutes, thanks.” And with that the video call ended.

I hadn’t thought about going back to my hotel room to get a jacket, so I just rushed to Daniel’s car as fast as I could and turned on the heating. The drive to the club wasn’t very far but the streets were packed, so it took me about 15 minutes to get there. I texted Daniel that I would be waiting outside for them but after he didn’t respond or come outside for another 15 minutes, I decided to go inside and get them.

The club was packed with sweaty bodies enjoying themselves on the dance floor and more than enough people drowning their liquor like it could’ve been water. I pushed through the crowds and made my way to the bar, where I expected both of the Red Bull drivers to be.

“Ahh Y/N you made it. Here have a beer.” I looked at the young engineer, I think his name was Paul and smiled but shook my head at the same time.

“Not now Paul, she’s here to drive us home.” Daniel joined us with Max only a couple of steps behind him. I didn’t listen to the conversation that my brother started with the engineer but went over to the Dutchman, who somehow sobered up a little bit since our video call.

“I see you can stand straight again.” I said to him in a mocking tone, nudging him with my shoulder which only reached his chest.

He looked down at me and smiled while taking a sip of the beer in his hand.

“Glad you’re here.” His left hand was now at my lower back, pushing me slightly forward and right next to my brother and Paul. My heartbeat immediately sped up and I knew that he would enjoying making me nervous in front of Daniel.

“I think it’s time to go, mate.” Max’s thick accent drew my gaze back to his face and I was amazed by how good someone could look after hours of partying. His white button up shirt clung to his frame nicely and his ruffled hair reminded me of what he looks like when he takes of his helmet after racing.

“Y/N you okay?” I shook my head quickly to pull myself together and straightened my back. Daniel had already gotten his and Max’s jackets from the wardrobe so it was time to head out.

“Yeah, just a bit tired, that’s all.” I was relieved when Daniel started walking through the crowd and towards the door without noticing Max’s hand still lingering on my lower back, his drunk courage making him hover right over my ass.

The air outside was still freezing, so max offered me his jacket even though the walk to the car wouldn’t be too long.

“Hey Verstappen, you better not get too close to my sister there, ay.” Daniel’s tone was playful but both of us knew that he meant what he said, so after placing his jacket over my shoulders Max took a step away from me and we made our way to the car.

The ride back to the hotel was pretty uneventful. I listened to the two guys talking about some of the DJs that had played that evening and occasionally looked in the rearview mirror to check on the drunk Dutch in the back.

After parking the car in the garage we went inside quickly. Max was the first one to leave the elevator and I could see him stubble a little bit as he made his way on to the third floor. Daniel and I didn’t talk while we continued on until we reached the fifth floor, both of us lost in our own thoughts. When the doors finally opened and we reached our separate rooms right next to each other, I noticed the warm jacket around me.

“I’ll just bring Max his jacket real quick, don’t know if I am going to see him tomorrow.” Daniel just mindlessly nodded, opened his door and went inside is room. I took another deep breath, not in the least ready to talk to Max again that night. But I went to the staircase and made my way downstairs, hoping that my mind would clear up a little bit before it was time to knock on his door.

I did so quietly, not wanting for other people to come outside their rooms and see me. When Max opened the door I instantly regretted not giving his jacket to Daniel and asking him to take it to his teammate the next day.

“Y/N what are you doing here?” A small smile appeared on his face but it was probably due to the confusion. His shirt was unbuttoned and unfortunately he didn’t wear anything underneath. I tried to not stare for too long until I was finally able to get a real sentence out.

“I still have your jacket. I thought you might want it back.” It was hard to steady my voice while my thoughts went into directions that they shouldn’t have.

“Well, it does look better on you, but thanks.” He finally took it out of my hand which I had been stretched out in front of me for what felt like an eternity. I saw his gaze wander from my face to my shoulders and lower. I hadn’t thought about it earlier but now the choice of wearing black leggings and a normal long sleeve shirt made me feel quite insecure. I braced myself with my arms in front of my stomach and stood up more straight, trying to make my legs look longer and less chubby.

“You know I think you’re absolutely beautiful, right?” His words hit me like a punch to the chest, in a good way I guess. I couldn’t breathe for a second, trying to process whether he really just said that. But apparently he did because when I looked up at him again he still had that small smile on his face.

“I really should go Max, I’ll see you tomorrow at that PR event.” I pressed my lips into a thin line, signaling him goodbye and started to turn around when he grabbed my arm und pulled me up against him in one quick motion. I had completely given up on breathing normally, my eyes widened and I didn’t dare say a word. The content smile had left his face and he was now staring down at me with a look that showed that he was thinking intensely about what he was going to do next. My arms were still crossed in front of my body but now pressed against his naked chest and I could feel his hands gripping my hips lightly. Nothing around me mattered anymore and I couldn’t sense anything besides his touch and his chest rising with each deep breath.

My eyes darted from his lips to his blue eyes as he started to close the gap between our faces. His lips were only an inch away from mine and it took all the self-control I had in me to resist kissing him in that moment.

“Please don’t tell your brother I did this, ok?” I didn’t even have enough time to wonder what he meant by that and why he would mention Daniel now, when he pressed his lips against mine and pulled me even closer at the waist. My hands found their way into his hair and I was convinced that nothing had ever felt as good as kissing him. Max’s lips were caressing mine and the kiss was far from sloppy or hungry which was surprising given his drunken state. Once we found our rhythm I relaxed into his hold, leaning my body against his. He took a step back, pulling me with him towards his room when I broke away from the kiss. My eyes were still closed for a second and I had my forehead against his when I told him that I would be leaving. I didn’t wait for an answer when I turned around and made my way back to the staircase.

There was no denying that I had always found Max extremely attractive and with him being one of Daniel’s best friends we had spent a lot of time together. But there was so much connected to this. First of all my brother, who would never let me date anyone in the first place, especially not someone five years older than me. Then there was the press who would love to know about any tiny little detail of Max’s relationships. And of course the fans who gladly shred apart any girl that gets too close to their favorite driver if she doesn’t meet their expectation. I just wasn’t ready to deal with all of that pressure.

I knew I needed to talk to him about all of that someday, but not now. So I laid in my bed and tried to collect my thoughts whilst pushing away the lingering feeling of his lips against mine.

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I was always nervous on press day, hoping that none of the reporters would notice me and ask questions about my brother. It’s not that I wouldn’t want to talk about him, it was just that I wasn’t the most comfortable in front of cameras. Anyways, I got ready and put on a pair of straight legged jeans and one of my red bull t shirts.

“You look like shit Y/N.” Daniel greeted me as I entered the cafè where we had agreed to meet for breakfast.

“Thanks, you too.” I said and sat down in the seat in front of him.

“I didn’t get much sleep last night, I was up studying.” I added as a waiter came by and poured some hot coffee in our mugs. I immediately took a sip while looking up at my brother who was on his phone.

“Max, is going to join us in a minute.” My brother’s words caused me to choke on my drink and I let out a cough. I mumbled a quiet sorry and continued drowning the liquid in the hopes it would wake me up enough to get a clear head again.

When my brother’s teammate arrived at our table he uttered a quick good morning and sat down next to Daniel.

“Looks like you didn’t get much sleep either, ay?” Max’s head shot up as he looked at Daniel who thought he had just made an innocent joke. But I started to panic and I could see the same in the look on Max’s face.

Nothing happened after that. We each ate our breakfast and Daniel navigated Max and me through some light conversations, which apparently neither of us was really keen on having. After about an hour we all left to go to the paddocks and meet with the media team. I wasn’t allowed in the meeting itself so I waited outside and watched all of the different news channels set up their cameras. Something that didn’t usually happen was a lot of reporters and staff pointing at me when I started to walk around the paddocks. So to avoid the attention, I pulled out one of my books for school and found some spot in the shade to study a little bit but the later it got, the harder it was to concentrate. More and more people started to fill the area and I noticed that in a couple of minutes the first press conference would begin, so I made my way down to the red bull building, just in time to see all of the team including Daniel and Max stepping outside. Both of them had a stern look on their face and seemingly made it a point to ignore me, so I just followed the whole crew silently and positioned myself somewhere next to them once they took their stances in front of the cameras. I was close enough to hear what was going on but definitely out of the camera range, so I snapped some pictures of my brother to send to our mom and waited for the interview to begin.

“Ricciardo and Verstappen, proven to work great together in these past races. Why do you think that this match made by red bull is so successful?” The reporter asked after handing two microphones to the drivers. They had heard this question a couple times over the past few weeks so it was easy for Daniel to answer.

“Well, I mean Max is obviously a lot younger than me and I think that that dynamic is very beneficial to the team and our interactions on the track.” His voice was not as carefree as usually and his eyes not once darted to his teammate or anyone else besides the camera. Something was definitely off.

“So Max I am sure that you are quite happy about how things are right now. What about you Daniel, any words on your sister’s new relationship?” My eyes widened and I noticed a lot of people looking in my direction again, but I couldn’t pay too much attention to them as I saw the picture they showed on one of the big TVs. It showed Max and me last night, not just hugging in front of his hotel room but kissing.

I felt my stomach twist and turn and took a look at my brother who was still staring straight ahead, not acknowledging the picture next to him. My gaze wandered over to Max who finally looked over at me too, with a pleading look on his face. I could feel my chest become heavier with each breath and I noticed tears forming in my eyes. This was the total opposite of what I wanted to happen and they must know that.

“I am not going to comment on that.” Daniel said and it was the last thing I heard before I left the area, trying to walk through the crowd was calmly as possible.

“Y/N Ricciardo! Give us some insight on your relationship with Max.”

“Y/N, here. What does Christian Horner say about everything?”

“Was the Ricciardo name not enough for you?”

I tried not to run into anyone whilst I focused on blocking out all of the questions that came from reporters and journalists that I passed on my way to the red bull building. To my luck, they weren’t allowed inside so I shut the door and made my way to one of the conference rooms, where I sat down on one of the chairs and finally let all of the tears flow. They turned into heavy sobs quickly and I tried to contain myself when someone knocked on the door. Whoever it was didn’t wait for an answer before opening it and stepping inside.

I ran my palms over my eyes, wiping away the tears and looked up at Max, who was standing in front of me. The young driver came closer and eventually knelt I front of me, taking my hands in his.

“I’ll talk to Daniel and explain that it was my fault and that nothing else happened. I have already told my media team to not answer anything concerning you so the press should be bored and leave you alone altogether in a couple of weeks.” His eyes never left mine and I could sense that it was hard for him to keep it together as well.

“I’ll talk to Daniel, it’s fine. I don’t even know why I am crying, I just didn’t want this to happen.” He nodded in agreement and gave me a quick peck on the forehead before getting up an immediately leaving the room. Still completely overwhelmed I tried to pull myself together and left a couple of minutes later. I found my brother waiting by his car.

“Get in, we’re going back to the hotel.” That was all he said before opening the passenger door and making his way around the car to get into the driver’s seat. He didn’t talk or look at me after that, until we arrived at our hotel rooms. He led me into his, obviously not wanting anymore pictures taken in the hallway.

“I know what you’re going to say so please just hear me out. It was nothing Daniel, he was drunk and I…I don’t know what I was thinking. It was stupid and we’ve talked about it, nothing more is going to happen.” I was standing near the door, arms crossed in front of me, hoping I sounded rational enough for him to understand. Daniel was pacing through the room, gripping at his own hair in frustration and letting out a sigh.

“Yes, of course nothing more is going to happen, what the fuck. I just don’t believe he could be such a dumbass and not check for cameras.” The rant only stopped for a second so my brother could gather his thoughts and look at me.

“I will tell him to keep his hands off of you and you better stay the fuck away from him.” The sudden outburst of anger confused me so I took a step towards him and raised my voice to match his.

“And why do you think that you can make that decision for me huh?”

“Because I am your brother and you’re under my watch. I don’t want to see the two of you together again.” With those last words he turned his back to me again and I took it as a sign to leave. I slammed the door on my way out.

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That weekend was four weeks ago. Since then I had traveled home once and fortunately Daniel hat already talked to our parents so I didn’t have to explain the whole thing anymore. We were currently in Monaco. Max had made P3 last race in Spain so there was a lot of pressure on Daniel to perform well today. I hadn’t talked to him much over the past weeks but he didn’t seem angry anymore. Max and I didn’t talk either. I did kind of miss him but it was better this way.

The engineers and drivers had just finished their last meeting before the race and I started to get nervous. Daniel stepped out of the conference room and walked over to his car, where I had waited for him.

“You know, I might not be as charismatic as my older brother but I got all the intelligence of the family and my prediction is that you will win today.” A big smile was plastered on my face as I hugged Daniel and attempted to motivate him. He returned the smile and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before putting on his helmet.

“If I do win, we will party tonight.”

And that promise he had to keep because he did indeed make P1 in Monaco. The media talks afterwards went by quickly and we made our way to the hotel to get something to eat and then meet the crew and other drivers at a local club. Usually he didn’t allow me to come, since I wasn’t legally old enough to drink, but he was in a good mood and I was glad that he wanted me to be part of the celebrations.

I took a quick shower, dried off my hair and curled them in order to look presentable in case any paparazzi were waiting in front of the club. I put on a pair of jeans and low cut black top, hoping that that was fancy enough for the place that we were going to. After putting on some make up, I left my hotel room and knocked at Daniel’s door, letting him know that I was ready to go. The smile on his face was still there when he opened the door and led me to the parking garage.

The streets of Monaco were packed with people and it seemed like everyone wanted to party that night. The line in front of the club would’ve meant a waiting time of at least 2 hours for us, if it wasn’t for the owner being a friend of some guy my brother worked with. Sometimes this life style had its perks. We went inside and I was immediately hit by bright flickering lights and blasting music.

“Daniel, good to see you. Congrats again, man.” Charles greeted us once we passed the dancing crowd and made our way over to the booths. I had seen the young driver before but we never really got acquainted. He told us to sit down with him and one of his colleagues and we decided to order a bottle of liquor. Well, the guys decided, I ordered a glass of wine for myself, not wanting to get too drunk too fast. My plan didn’t work out that well. After two glasses of wine, some shots and some colorful cocktail that definitely contained tequila, I was drunk. I jumped up and pulled the two drivers next to me to the dance floor. My brother and I started to dance our hearts out within the first second, shaking our bodies to the beat with not a care in the world. Charles was more timid but seemed to enjoy himself as well. My heartbeat sped up and I started to feel ecstatic, until my gaze roamed through the crowd and I made eye contact with the Dutch driver that I was trying to forget. I continued dancing and some little part inside of me hoped that he was still watching me.

After some time my brother declared that it was time for another drink so he took Charles with him to the bar. I stumbled back to our table and as I sat down I noticed how drunk I really was. My head was spinning like crazy but I grabbed my half empty glass anyways and poured the liquid in my mouth. Another hand took the glass away from me and placed it back on the table. I lifted my head up slowly, trying not to get too dizzy. Max’s blue eyes were fixed on me and I noticed a little stubble growing on his chin. I couldn’t help myself but touch his face, the alcohol in my system making it impossible to resist him.

“I missed you, you know. Great race last week.” A small hiccup interrupted my sentences and Max started to smile.

“I think it’s time for you to get home.” His voice was calm and it was evident that he hadn’t been drinking. I pulled my hand back from his face and started giggling when I saw my brother approaching.

“Verstappen, what do you want?” He didn’t sound angry, but it was clear that my brother wasn’t too happy at seeing us together.

“I just found her like this and I think it’s best if I get her home. I promise I won’t do anything. I was just about to leave anyways.” His Dutch accent was as enchanting as always and I couldn’t suppress another giggle. I didn’t know what more Max had said to convince my brother to let him take me home. I was concentrating on not falling asleep until I felt two warm hands pulling me up. One of his arms went around my waist, giving me the support I definitely needed in order to walk out of the club. I waved a lazy goodbye to where I thought Daniel must stand and tried to walk as straight as possible which probably wasn’t straight at all. Once we stepped outside and the cold air hit me, my head began spinning again.

“Hey, stand here for a second. I’m gonna get the car.” It felt like he really was gone for just a second. Max opened the car door on the passenger side and helped me sit down. After putting on my seatbelt for me, he closed the door and got in as well on the other side. I kept my eyes closed, knowing that seeing the outside move would only make me sick.

“Thanks, Max.” I mumbled, barely being able to form that sentence. I felt him brush a strand of hair behind my ear and a smile started to form on my face.

I can’t say how long it took us to get to the hotel, but once we were in the elevator I felt a little better.

“Do you have your key card?” His voice was still calm but he seemed stressed, I didn’t know why. I started searching my pockets for the little white card. The elevator doors opened and we got out but I still hadn’t found the card.

“I think…I think I lost it when I went to the bathroom or something.” My slurring must’ve made it almost impossible to understand what I was saying but I heard Max mumble a couple of cuss words before he took my hand and we went to the elevator again. About a minute later I was standing in his hotel room. Well, barely standing so he guided me to the bed and disappeared in the bathroom. I didn’t dare lay down just yet, my head was still spinning way too fast for that.

“Here, drink this and I’ll get you something to wear.” I took the glass from his hand and drowned the water in one go, instantly feeling its sobering effects.

“My brother is going to be pissed.” I put about ten accents on the last words and laughed. Max was bent over his suit case, going through his clothes.

“No he won’t. I’ll just let you sleep here and then we’ll get you a new key card in the morning.” He walked over towards me and handed me a big red bull t shirt and some shorts. I got up on my own and started to pull down my pants.

“Ey Y/N what the fuck are you doing?” I looked up at him but he had already turned his back to me, apparently not wanting to watch me get dressed.

“I usually would never get undressed in front of anyone, but you said I was beautiful. And I am drunk, hupps.” The words had way too much truth in them. I continued changing and went to the bathroom once I was done. One look in the mirror was confirmation enough that I was really blackout drunk and that his t shirt was way too big on me.

When I went back into the room Max was sitting on one of the armchairs, so I just pulled the blanket up from his bed and laid down. I immediately closed my eyes, enjoying the comfort of the mattress and the warmth flowing through my body.

“Can you come here?” My voice was quiet and I tried to hide the level of alcohol in my system even though it was way too late for that.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” I looked up at him. When had he gotten changed? I didn’t know and I couldn’t concentrate long enough to care.

“Please.”

I had to hide my childish smile when he started to make his way over to the bed. Max put his phone on the night stand and sat down next to me, his back straight against the headboard. I sat up to, not entirely sure why.

“Why did you kiss me?” I suddenly felt pretty sober again. He turned his head towards me and I could look into his blue eyes again.

“I like you Y/N. That’s why. But I shouldn’t have.” His last words hurt but I knew he was right. My hand wandered to his face again, I just couldn’t help it. I traced his cheek with my thumb and went over the stubble again that was growing above his lip. I don’t know for how long I did that but it wasn’t enough. I wanted him.

“What are you doing?” His words came out like a whisper as I turned my whole body towards him and sat on his lap. My hand was still on his cheek and the other one went to his hair.

“Y/N you’re drunk.” His voice sounded stern but I could see his eyes darting to my lips.

Once my lips were on his, I knew that it would be incredibly hard to stay away from him the next day. His hands gripped my hips and he pulled me closer against him. I deepened the kiss and let his tongue into my mouth, enjoying the taste of him. I started rocking my hips back and forth, knowing exactly what this might cause. He started to moan lightly and I could feel his grip tighten as his crotch hardened. The feeling of being on top of him was electrifying. The knot in my stomach tightened and I could feel a tingle in my core. His hands roamed over my body, hungrily trying to touch every inch of it. I pulled my head back and smiled at him. As he opened his eyes I grabbed the t shirt I was wearing and pulled it over my head, well aware that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His eyes widened in arousal and I couldn’t help but let out a giggle. He kissed me again, his lips touching mine not gently but like he was starving for them. His mouth traveled to my jaw, placing sloppy kisses under my ear, traveling even further as he started to leave a trail of kisses along my collarbone. One of his hands was placed around my breast, his thumb caressing the already hardened nipple. I threw my head back and let out a moan. His mouth went further down and he started to lick over my nipple while using the other hand for the other one. The rocking of my hips sped up und I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Max…I…I need you.” Every word was followed by a deep breath and a soft moan. I grabbed his face and pulled his lips on top of mine again. The kiss slowed down a bit until Max pulled back completely while cupping my face with his hands.

“You don’t know how much I would love to hear you scream my name like that, but you are still drunk. I couldn’t forgive myself if I used you like that.” He placed another kiss on my lips and handed me the large t shirt I had been wearing before.

I got off of his lap, got dressed again and laid back down on the bed.

“I’ll get another glass of water for you, schatje.” That was the last thing I heard before falling asleep.

-

My head was pounding like crazy. I didn’t open my eyes for another couple of minutes to avoid the brightness making everything even worse. I pulled the blanket closer to my body as the hand around my waist also tightened. I could feel Max’s chest against my back and relaxed into the warmth of my body. I knew this was wrong, but I wanted to enjoy it just for a little while longer.

“I think we might be thinking the same thing.” His voice was way deeper than usually and his accent coated his words. I turned around, our faces now facing each other, his arm still draped over my middle.

“Thank you for stopping us last night.” I was right, opening my eyes definitely made the headache worse.

“It was the hardest thing I ever had to do.” His face was still buried in the pillow but I still took a good look at him, especially appreciating the bed hair. After a couple more minutes like this, I got up to go to the bathroom and when I got back, Max was already on the phone talking to someone, so I just started to get dressed again. I could feel his gaze on me the whole time and while I did feel self-conscious I also enjoyed his attention and my mind immediately wandered back to last night.

“Imma head to the reception and get a new key card. I don’t think Daniel is up yet.” I kept my voice low so only Max could hear it. He gave me a quick nod, I grabbed my phone and left his room, hoping that no journalists were waiting outside his door this time.

The way to the reception and back was uneventful I didn’t meet anyone knew so I just made my way back, grabbed some advil from my suitcase and went back to bed in my room. I don’t know how much time had passed until I was woken by a loud knock on my door.

“Y/N it’s time for breakfast. Our cab to the airport leaves in an hour.” I groaned and sat up in bed, definitely not ready to get up.

“Let’s go. We need to talk.” Daniel’s voice sounded serious and my mind started to wander. He couldn’t have witness anything last night and maybe I could convince him that I had never lost my key card in the first place but had slept in my room. Either way, I had to get dressed and see what he wanted.

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soo this is my second time writing a f1 imagine. i really wanna add at least a part two and i want to make it smut but i don’t know if it’s going to be good haha

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max verstappen x reader imagine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’ll be outside in a moment.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[isabellabrodar]

why do we feel the need to write stories?

if it’s to let all of our creative thoughts out then why is it so hard to think of an actual plot?

if it’s to process emotions then why would we create a character so different from ourselves?

if it’s simply to create something them why are we so critical with what we create?

[isabellabrodar]

Comfort✖️JJ Maybank✖️

word count: 1277

warnings: none

jj maybank x reader

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I had watched the fire go out until the cold started to creep in and I forced myself to lay down between Sarah and Kie, the sand even colder on my body.

We had been stranded for almost a week now but still weren`t able to build some kind of hut or tent, anything to keep out the clawing hands of the cold nights breeze.

I tried to listen to the waves that were still beating onto the island, but the sound didn`t calm me tonight. It almost drove me mad. I got up again, trying not to get any sand on the others and wake them up, successfully it seemed. The two girls were still sleeping with a peaceful look on their faces. You could even go as far and call this their dream life.

There was a big rock right at the shore which we usually laid our clothes out on in order to dry them. But it was empty now so I sat down, feet dangling and barely touching the water as some of the left over heat from the stone crept up my body.

This was the dream life, the dream life of a Pogue. Surfing all day, sitting by the campfire at night, no one around but the five people you`re closest to. But why did it feel so wrong to me then? After everything we have been through, John B almost being convicted of murder, Sarah almost dying, Pope almost dying, escaping Rafe on the Costal Venture, this should´ve been a relief.

„I would ask you if you can`t sleep but that seems too obvious.“

I broke my stare away from the ocean and looked up to the blonde boy now standing next to me.

„You know that sneaking up on people when they`re contemplating life isn`t polite, right?“ I tried to force a smile on my lips but I knew that he could see how tired I was. He always saw.

„What`s wrong?“ His voice was quiet and it reminded me of all the conversations we had after we thought John B and Sarah had died. We would stay up all night and sit next to each other on the beach or just the porch of the cottage, almost like right now.

„This is our life right?“

„Seems like it. Y/N, what`s going on?“ He sat down right next to me, our legs were touching and he was looking at me as I turned my head back towards the crashing waves.

„I just want to go to school, JJ. I want to leave every morning at the same time, meet you guys in the afternoon, go home to have dinner with my family and do it all over again the next day.“ My hands had started to shake a little and my breath became shallow.

„That sounds kinda boring if I am being honest.“ His blue eyes wandered from my face to my hands and he added: „You can still have that life back. We just need some time to figure it out.“

And there it was. The moment something broke in me and I knew that no one would be able to fix it.

„I can`t do this anymore, J. I am not like Kie who doesn`t need her family because she has you guys. I am not like Pope who just manages to push his college plans a little further into the future. And I am not like you, JJ. I can`t be that optimistic all the time and try to come up with another risky and definitely stupid plan. I just want to feel at home again.“

Tears were now running down my face and my best friend didn`t hesitate to pull my body into his. The crying turned into sobbing, which I tried to keep quiet to not wake the others. No need for everyone to see me break down. My head was pressed into JJ`s chest and I felt it move as he started talking slowly.

„We are your family. I am your family, Y/N. If you want it or not I am there for you and I promise, I will get you back to your normal life, ok? I would do anything for you.“ His words made me look up at him.

„You know it hurts me to see you like this. I mean, I don`t really understand your feelings…This is heaven for me, but…“ He stopped talking when he saw the hint of a smile on my face.

„Thank you, J. Even I don`t understand my feelings.“ I paused a second to think. „I am happy when I am with you. All of you, I mean. But I just haven`t felt safe and at home in a long time.“

JJ`s arms were still around me when I noticed that I felt warm for the first time since leaving the Costal Venture. The sound of the waves was merely noticeable anymore. My breathing was hitching up again when JJ looked me in the eyes. His hands had moved from my shoulders to my cheeks and he gently wiped away some of my tears.

„Can I kiss you?“ I could hear the hesitation in his words.

I broke the eye contact and looked at my hands, which were shaking even worse now. Have I expected him to aks that, to feel this way about me? Definitely not. Have I wanted him to? Since we met in third grade and he punched a kid in the face for stealing my bracelet.

„I don`t think that`s a good idea, J. The others wouldn`t approve, especially with all of us trapped on an island.“

„I don`t give a shit about what the others think and I know neither do you.“ He let his hands fall into his lap. I couldn`t read the look on his face but I knew that I hurt him. And he knew that I was just making up an excuse.

„Sorry, I just think we shouldn`t, J.“

All of our friends knew that there was something more between me and JJ. I was the only person who was allowed to clean the cuts on his cheek after JJ went home to his father and when we were all grieving John B`s death, we usually turned to each other. We didn`t always talk. Sometimes he would just hold me when we went to sleep and I would tell him that everything was alright once he would wake up from the same nightmare every night.

„Can we go to sleep, please?“ I had gotten up quickly, holding myself now in an attempt to get back some of the warmth he had given me.

JJ understood that I wasn`t just asking to go back to our camp, I was asking for him to hold me again. And even though he was hurt after I rejected the idea of us as a couple, JJ got up as well, took my hand and we started walking back to our friends, who were sprawled out next to the small, burnt pile of wood.

When I lay down on the ground like before, I didn`t feel each sand corn and I didn`t hear the beating waves on the shore. I just felt JJ`s body behind me, his chest pressed against my back and one arm thrown over my stomach.

I wispered a small „Thank you“ and closed my eyes. The last thing I felt before finally falling asleep was a kiss on my bare shoulder. It was just a quick peck but I knew that he loved me just as much as I loved him. I wasn`t ready to reveal that to him, though.

✖️I am thinking about writing a second part, but I am not sure yet. Hope you like it. I just loved the idea of this scene and JJ being the readers home without her realizing

[isabellabrodar]

Rely on You✖️JJ Maybank✖️

word count: 1573

warnings: mentions of alcohol and drugs, death/loss

JJ Maybank x Reader; JJ Maybank x John B’s sister

Everyone in my family has left me at some point. My mother ditched us for Colorado when my brother and I were only three years old. John B took that pretty, hard but I knew we were better off without her. Caring for her children wasn’t really a strength of hers anyways, so we barely talk about her now.

Then our dad went away to find the lost gold on the Royal Merchant and never came back. This time the loss of a parent broke me. I didn’t dare hope that he was just stranded somewhere, slurping on a coconut and waiting until someone comes to get him and although his body never was found, John B and I silently agreed on moving on. Accepting that your dad died isn’t the easiest thing for two teenagers to do. So I tried to lose myself in school stuff and John B took over our household. I think it was just his way of coping with the situation, but it became annoying pretty quickly. Every time our friends came over, it seemed like he was trying to prove that he was taking care of me.

And then he died. Or at least we all thought he and Sarah did. But turns out they were alive the whole time and now everything can go back to normal. But losing almost everyone that you have learned to rely on hurts you in a way that cannot be undone.

I was gripping the red plastic cup tightly as I tried to make my way through the dancing and drinking crowd. My eyes were moving rapidly over every face nearby, searching for my brother’s hazel eyes and curly brown hair. But I didn’t see him. So I pushed further into the mass of people until I passed a group of Kooks, standing on the edge of the boneyards, seeming to be staring at a girl dancing her heart out only a couple of feet away. I usually would’ve said something to them but I just walked by, my breathing becoming quicker as I whispered John B’s name over and over again.

When I felt a strong hand grab my shoulder, I turned around in a quick motion.

“John B?” I said before I looked into clear blue eyes.

“No, Y/N. He left about five minutes ago with Sarah. They’re fine.” JJ’s voice was calm but his look was drenched with worry and his grip didn’t loosen up as my breathing slowed down a bit.

“Sorry, J. I…I just didn’t know where he was. I was…I am sorry.” I felt a small tear of relief roll down my cheek as the panic started to die down and JJ moved to put a strand of my dark brown hair behind my ear.

“It’s okay. No need to apologize, smarty. We’ll go home yeah? I’ll get Kie and Pope.” I could hear a slight slur in his words, probably coming from more than just a couple of beers. Other than that he sounded tired and I knew that was my fault.

“No, J. I can get home by myself. Let them enjoy themselves, I don’t want to ruin the whole evening.” I put the empty cup on a rock wall next to me and straightened out my white summer dress. JJ looked me up and down once and then shook his head. I knew he wasn’t going to let me walk home alone after that panic attack.

“I’ll tell Pope that we’re going home. Meet you at the truck.” And before I could argue once more, JJ was already on his way over to our friends who were chatting with some other Pogues that I had seen before at school. So I went back into the crowd and saw that one of the Kooks from earlier was now dancing with that one girl and his friends weren’t staring anymore but looking around for something or better someone else to watch. I made my way over to my old truck, dodging several elbows and spilling drinks, while thinking about all the other times the panic had taken a hold of me and JJ had been there to help me.

Our friendship used to be very easy, I would say. We met through John B in third grade and have been inseparable ever since then. With the others we would go surfing almost every day but when it came to talking about serious matters, JJ and I usually kept to ourselves. Occasionally I had noticed the forming bruises on his cheeks or ribs whenever he came back from his house, but he always said it was nothing or an accident and I didn’t pressure him into telling me more, although I made it a point to come with him to his house as often as I could, so his dad wouldn’t get a chance to touch JJ.

And in return JJ didn’t ask about my nightmares that would wake me up every night after we thought John B and Sarah died. He’d move closer to me on the mattresses that we put into the living room for us four to sleep on. Kie and Pope mostly slept at their houses though, which was good, because then I didn’t have to explain myself to even more people. The problem is, that even after my brother and Sarah came back, the nightmares didn’t stop and I started having panic attacks when I felt like I lost them again. Just like at the party. And since JJ was the only person who knew about that, he felt obligated to take care of me.

This is pretty far away from us calling each other smarty and pretty boy, reducing each other to what people mostly noticed about us and never talking about anything besides parties, surfing and how many grams of weed we would need to get for the next tour on the HMS Pogue.

I grabbed a hoodie from the passenger seat of my truck and closed the door again when I heard footsteps approaching.

“You know I am fine. No need to deprive all these pretty girls from their favorite pretty boy.” I said in a mocking but tired tone whilst nodding my head towards the dancing crowd. JJ was now standing next to me, smiling.

“They can wait ‘till the next party. Let’s go home.” He held out his arm for me to loop mine around and then we started walking through the Cut. This kind of intimacy between us had become normal, but it never seemed to be anything besides friendship and we were both grateful for that. The summer air was cold on my legs and small goosebumps started to form on my skin.

“You really need to wear more… I don’t know, fabric I guess.”

“You sound like my dad. Or worse, like John B.” A small laugh escaped his lips as we made our way further along the street, arms still intertwined.

“I think you should talk to him about your nightmares.”

“And I think you should tell your dad he can rot in hell.” He let go of me and put a little distance between us.

“Damn, Y/N, I get it. Don’t talk to John B then.” It always came to this. Both of us telling the other what to do and to confront their problems, but we couldn’t do it and then we would get pissed off at each other, but that’s just the way our friendship worked.

We got to John B and I’s house a couple minutes later, which we had spent in silence. I opened the door and went straight towards John B’s room. The light was turned off already and I saw him and Sarah sleep peacefully. That’s when my heart beat finally went completely back to normal. When I stepped into the living room I saw JJ sprawled across one of the big mattresses. He was still wearing his clothes but that didn’t seem to matter to him.

“I’m going to sleep in my room today, J.”

He mumbled a quiet “ok” and turned his back towards me as I stepped past him.

I was standing on the beach and watched John B and my dad go into the waves on a small boat. Then thunder started and the heavy rain made it hard to see anything out on the ocean. There was lightning and then suddenly the sound of the thunderstorm stopped as I saw the lightning hit the boat that my family was on. Then they were just gone.

I woke up, breathing heavily with sweat on my forehead. My room was dark but I could hear quiet steps coming towards my bed. I scooted over to the side and started to relax as JJ planted himself next to me, still fully clothed. I laid back down and closed my eyes as the boy next to me but his arm over my side and started to calmly breathe onto my neck. This is something that has happened a lot the past two months. Always the same dream, the same horror in which I woke up and then JJ being there and helping me back to sleep just by getting closer. But this scared me. How can I let myself rely on him when everything that causes me pain comes from the people that I am closest to disappearing, getting hurt or leaving?

✖️Soo, I usually don’t write but I just wanted to try it. I know this is not a complete story or whatever and it’s kind of all over the place, but if you guys like it, then I might rewrite it or add more:)

[isabellabrodar]

Stuck between respecting the fact that you’re in a relationship,

and imagining how you’d be in bed.

[isabellabrodar]

“i thought about kissing you today and yesterday and the day before that. i know i’ll think about kissing you tomorrow and the day after that and some more days after those days. i think about kissing you slowly and tracing my fingers along your lips. i think about kissing you in your car, in the rain, on your doorstep. i think about kissing your dimple, your cheek, your spot. i think about kissing only you, not anyone else, just you.”

— p i l l o w  t h o u g h t s  b y  c o u r t n e y  p e p p e r n e l l

[isabellabrodar]