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lettersfromaphrodite · 1 year

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― pairing : Felix x fem! reader ― content warnings : fluff, smut, friends to lovers, grease! au - therefore it's the 50's, Felix gets into fights, thigh riding, oral sex (m receiving) , unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all) ― word count : 4.169

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🕺 GREASE! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho // Felix // Jeongin

The loud ringing of your landline suddenly broke the peaceful silence of the quiet night, startling you and almost making you fall off the bed.

Rubbing your eyes in the desperate attempt to rub the drowsiness away as well, you turned on the light on your nightstand and, with sheepish steps, you walked towards the small wooden table supporting your house phone in the hallways.

“It’s 2am. Who could even call at this hour?” you thought as you absently glanced at the clock, the feeling of worry making its way in the back of your mind, due to your parents being away for the weekend. Could it be something happened to them?

«Hello?» you asked, fighting back a sudden yawn.

«Hey, buttercup.» a deep, strained voice with a thick australian accent greeted you.

«Felix?!» you whisper-yelled in shock, aware that, despite the surprise, you had to keep your voice down. You heard him quietly chuckle from the other line. «Lix, what happened?»

«Yeah, about that-» he suddenly interrupted his sentence with a groan, making you worry. «Could you come and pick me up?»

«Where are you?» you urged, ready to run back into your room, wear the first thing you find and run to him.

«I’m calling from the telephone booth, the one in front of the skateboard park.»

«I’ll be there as soon as possible, don’t move.» you quickly answered. «Felix, I’m serious.» you heard him chuckle again, and you ran back into your room, wearing a pair of jeans as you strode out of your house, grabbing your car keys along the way and not bothering to change your pyjamas shirt, but simply settled for wearing a jacket over it.

It was a spring night and the rain just stopped; no one would have been around to judge your fashion sense at 2am, anyways.

You drove through the empty streets as if you were being chased, reaching the position Felix told you over the phone in less than ten minutes, parking on the other side of the road from the telephone booth, and running towards the figure crouching down on the sidewalk with his head in his hands.

«Felix? Please don’t be dead-» you mumbled, kneeling in front of him and delicately wrapping your hand around his wrists. You saw Felix’s shoulder quietly shake in a small laugh.

«Relax, buttercup. I have a headache.» he raised his face to meet your gaze, and your eyes shifted in horror from his busted lip to the blood on his forehead.

«Again?!» you asked, a mixture of being annoyed and being worried transpared from your voice. Felix shrugged in response, and you simply shook your head in disbelief. You knew about your best friend’s stupid habit of getting into fights just for money, and you never approved it. However, you would still be the one to treat his wounds and scold him anytime he got hurt. «Let’s go home, you’re still bleeding.» you mumbled, reaching out to gently hold his chin, your eyes fixed on the blood escaping his lower lip. You helped Felix get up from the sidewalk, ignoring the hiss of pain that escaped his lips as you helped him draping his arm around your shoulders in order to support his weight. Judging from how he clinged himself to your frame, you quickly deduced that he would not have been able to walk to the car by himself.

You were both silent during the drive back; the radio was off, and you would furrow your eyes in concern anytime Felix hissed in pain at any bump the car made due to the uneven road, making you worry that he didn’t get out of the fight with just a busted lip and a scratch on his forehead.

«Thank you, buttercup.» his deep voice broke your uncomfortable silence.

«Felix, I’ve told you countless times that I’ll never support this stupid thing, it’s dangerous, too dangerous.» You sighed heavily, reaching out to hold the hand Felix kept on his thigh, ignoring the rough feeling of the dried blood on his knuckles pressing against the palm of your hand. «But I’m still your best friend, and you’re still an idiot.»

«Patch me up nice and pretty then, buttercup. » Felix reversed the position of your hands, so that it was him that now was tightly holding yours. «There’s another fight in four days.»

«I hope you’re fucking kidding me.» you scoffed, your grip on the steering wheel tightening until your knuckles grew white.

«Christopher.» you whispered, appearing out of nowhere in the small space between Chris and his locker, slightly startling the blonde boy. «I need your help.»

Chris sighed, «If it’s about Felix, I’ve placed all my hope and faith in you since long ago.» he briefly answered with a polite smile, before motioning you to move so that he could close his locker. With a dejected groan, you complied, your arms loose on your sides as you muttered unintelligible phrases.

«He doesn’t listen to me!» you complained, «I’m worried he’s gonna end up hurt. Badly hurt.»

«I have the perfect answer for you, doll: sex.» Chris winked at you, before you both greeted Changbin, which just joined the two of you.

«What are you talking about, Chris?! Felix is my best friend!» you whined, a furious blush spreading on your cheeks.

«Oh, I already know what we’re talking about.» Changbin acknowledged with a brief nod, making Chris chuckle in return. «Well, he’s right: you both sort out your feelings, no more fights, and everyone’s happy.» Changbin shrugged, before snaking his right hand in the pocket of his leather jacket.

«We grew up-»

«Together!» both boys cut your sentence off, finishing it for you in a mocking tone.

«Yeah, we know.» Chris sighed, playfully ruffling your hair. «Please, do something about it, tho. It’s sad to see the longing stares hidden behind you friendzone.»

«It’s not sad, it’s outrageous.» Changbin immediately chimed in, before the bell rang loudly, echoing in the almost empty hallways, urging you towards your next class.

Needless to say, you didn’t listen to your friends’ advice. The mere thought of imagining yourself and Felix in such an intimate act was enough to make you blush in embarrassment and make your heart beat faster. You and Felix met in kindergarten, and have been inseparable since then, spending basically everyday together. You were sure that if you closed your eyes, you could mentally recall and count all the freckles on Felix’s pretty face, due to all the time you had seen him up close or all the times you woke up next to each other.

During the years, you would also spend so much time at each other’s house that your parents considered Felix as part of the family and so did his parents with you.

Falling asleep in each other’s embrace, the lingering touches, all the hugs you shared, the nights spent being awake and talking about anything and everything while lying on the bed so close that your noses almost touched, Felix placing his chin on your shoulder as he embraced you from behind, you running to pick him up anytime he called just to patch him back up, ignoring your heart hammering its way out of his chest due to how worried you were - because of this stupid thing he got into, and Felix staring at you wordlessly, before kissing you on the forehead in a silent way to thank you… They were all friendly gestures, befriends do that all the time. Don’t they?

So, why did you feel so warm anytime you thought about Felix?

«I honestly can’t believe your timing,» you muttered, helping Felix walk in your living room as he was once again almost completely leaning on you. «You get hurt like this anytime my parents aren’t home.» You closed your front door by slamming it with your foot, as you turned on the lights and dropped your car keys on the small coffee table in the hallways, helping a whimpering Felix walk towards the living room.

Felix’s low chuckle came directly against your skin, since you were now helping him sitting on the couch. You shivered immediately, as you felt his soft breath on your bare collarbone, your mind picturing for a second how would it feel in another context.

«It’s my innovative way of flirting with you, buttercup.» he mumbled, briefly looking at you before leaning his head back. You blinked once, twice at him, wondering if he was joking. Your eyes slowly travelled on his firm body: Felix was now sitting on your couch with his head thrown back and his legs spreaded.

For a second, you wondered how would it feel to sit on his lap and kiss him until both your lips were swollen; you also wondered if Felix would be the kind of boy that tightly held your thighs rather than your ass while you were on top of him but, as quickly as these thoughts intruded in your brain, you forced them out by shaking your head. You made your way to the bathroom to get some towels and the first aid kit with hurried steps, hoping that your blush would disappear as soon as you would be back in the living room, and your heartbeat returned back to normal. “What was I even thinking?”

«Will you ever stop?» you whispered, ignoring Felix’s hiss of pain as the fluffy cotton ball drenched with disinfectant repeatedly brushed against his bloody knuckles. You were sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch – basically, between his spreaded legs.

Felix raised his head to glance at you, before throwing it back. «You know I’m not going to.» At his words, you pressed against his knuckles a little bit harder, and Felix’s breath hitched, before letting out a strained groan. «That stings!»

«Isn’t it a little late to think about that?» you scoffed, throwing the now bloody cotton ball in the small bin you carried along as you came back from the bathroom. «I really can’t understand you…» you mumbled, starting to envelope his knuckles with a white bandage.

«You keep being so reckless, and keep ignoring I get so incredibly worried for you every time.»

«Buttercup, nothing’s gonna happen.» Felix mumbled back with his deep strained voice, not bothering to lift up his head, since he was used to your continuous scoldings.

«Lix, be serious. What if something actually happens? What am I supposed to do?» with your eyes focused on the bandage, you didn’t notice Felix was now looking at you with a sad, affectionate smile on his lips. «Not everyone is honest like you. One day your opponent could show up with a brass knuckles and-»

«You’re not gonna lose me, silly.» he reached out with the other hand, to playfully flick at your forehead. «If I keep winning, I can keep taking you to cool places.» You knew Felix did not expect you would met his gaze with teary eyes; Felix sighed at the sight, throwing his head back and staring at the ceiling. «Okay, I’ll stop.» he mumbled, few moments later.

«Pinky promise?» you immediately said with a small voice, raising your pinky finger in mid-air. Felix let out a breathless laugh, before nodding and intertwining the pinky finger of his now bandaged hand with yours.

«Felix, I can’t treat your lip if you keep your head thrown back like that.» you whined, reaching out with your arm as far as you could to prove your point.

«Come sit on my lap, then.» Felix whisper reached your ears in a more sinful manner than he might have meant, and you froze on the spot. His voice was so deep it was almost illegal, and it definitely had no reason to affect you as it did. You realized you looked ridiculous as Felix met your gaze once again, but he simply scoffed, hiding his smile and adverting his gaze. «Please,» he added. «My side hurts if I’m not in this position.»

«Your side?!» you repeated, confused, as your hand lowered towards the hem of his white shirt with the intention of lifting it up, before he blocked your wrist in his tight grip.

«I’ll show you later, it’s nothing to worry about.» Felix raised his brow, and you fell silent, debating whether it would have been convenient to actually sit on your best friend’s lap since you were wearing a dress and you just had to use all your strength to prevent your brain from having an erotic fantasy about him less than an hour ago.

Felix mumbling a quiet «Come on.» was all you needed to break all your resolve and the resistance you might have made. Standing up and climbing on the couch, you carefully repositioned yourself on his lap, hovering on his crotch by levering yourself on your knees, careful not to press against his left side – no matter how much you asked, he only told you he got hurt on his left side but nothing more.

«Why are you suddenly so shy around me?» Felix lower lip brushed against your fingers, as you were about to press the cotton drenched with disinfectant against the bruise on his lower lip.

«I’m not shy.» you quickly brushed off, «I’m just worried.» You noticed Felix’s hands had quietly snaked around your waist only in the moment when he harshly pulled you downwards, making you fully sit on his crotch; you whimpered due to the unexpected rough gesture, and Felix’s low groan made you froze up once again.

“Don’t get horny imagining him moaning don’t get horny im-”

«This is what I meant, buttercup.» Felix’s voice was now at least an octave deeper, sending shivers on your spine; his hands travelled over your bare thighs, applying some pressure now and then as if he was trying to relax you with an innocent massage and he was not pressing you against his lap and looking at you in a teasing and seductive way. «Relax, it’s me.»

Perhaps, it was inevitable. Perhaps, somewhere in between all those hugs and affectionate gestures you both had a mutual understanding and acceptance about your feelings for each other. Perhaps, both of you only needed to realize it.

«I know it’s you.» you whispered. «It’s always been you, Lix.» Perhaps, it was just a matter of time for your lips to meet halfway in a soft, lingering kiss which the both of you had secretly and unconsciously been hoping for.

Felix’s lips were soft, despite the faint taste of blood still lingering on his lips; he hugged your frame against his, pressing your chests together as your lips moulded together. Despite the action being new and unfamiliar, you both felt like it was the most obvious and normal things to do. You’ve been loving each other for years, you both only needed to realize that all the pent up frustration was dictated by your feelings itching to be recognized as they really was, and not be hidden and forgotten in the friendzone box.

As Felix’s tongue ran flat over your lower lip, you silently whimpered, hugging his neck and tangling your hand in his hair to press him even further against you. Directly sitting on his cotch, you could feel him get harder under you through the fabric of his jeans as your kiss became more intense and somehow, desperate; your tongues met briefly but passionately, before Felix’s groan of pain made you quickly detach from each other’s hold.

«I’m sorry, I shouldn’t-»

«It’s okay, buttercup,» Felix smiled, closing his eyes as you immediately reminisced your actions of treating his lower lip with a blush on your face, a racing heart and a faint trace of blood on the side of your mouth, «I really wanted to kiss you.»

«Yeah, me too.» you mumbled back, as you leaned back in order to throw another dirty and fluffy ball of cotton in the bin.

«I noticed.» Felix chuckled, making both your bodies slightly shake. You sighed, pretending to be deeply offended by his sentence.

«You’re the one to talk, and yet, your boner is still pressed against my ass.» you purposely grinded on him to prove your point, loving how he jolted up as if he just touched a burning flame.

Eventually, Felix took off his shirt, and you hoped the dim light illuminating the living room wouldn’t expose too much the blush on your cheeks. You have seen Felix shirtless countless times, but tonight, the feeling of intimacy surrounding you had completely shifted, and you wondered how could you feel so riled up in such an unusual situation.

Still, those feelings were quickly replaced by another wave of pure concern as you saw the reason why Felix had been constantly hissing in pain. On his side, right under his ribs, was a wide purple and yellow bruise.

«Felix.» you warned, your fingertips hovering above the bruise which looked really painful.

«It’s okay, it was just a well-placed kick.» the boy quietly shrugged from under you.

«Felix?!» you repeated, alarmed.

«I promised, remember?» he reached out to wipe a strand of hair that fell in front of your face. «No more fights.» You nodded, believing and trusting him, and you leaned back to get a pain-relieving cream from your first aid box. Trying to be as delicate as possible, you slightly massaged Felix’s bruise, ignoring his quiet groans of pain and the goosebumps on his skin.

«There!» you said, lightly tapping his shoulder. «You’re done: all clean, patched up and ready to heal.»

There was something so surreal in the air, between you having just finished treating his wounds and the fact that the both of you had just kissed, quietly and implicitly confessing your feelings that couldn’t help but make the both of you erupt in soft, shy giggles.

Once again, you didn’t know who initiated the action first, but your lips inexorably found each other again, and again; you kissed paying attention to his wounded lip, and you made sure to muffle any and every soft moan coming from Felix’s lips with yours. It was just a matter of time for those tender and languid kisses to transform themselves in more passionate and rough kisses mixed with careful nibbles, and it was also just a matter of time for you to start grinding against each other in the desperate attempt to relieve the ache you both felt between your legs.

Felix was injured, anytime your thigh would brush against his side he would slightly hiss in pain – never actually detaching from your lips, so it was obvious that the two of you could not have sex for now; at least, not until he felt better. Still, you could still have fun in different ways.

Carefully balancing yourself on your legs, your kisses gradually travelled downwards as they followed the path that his freckles naturally drew on his skin; from Felix’s neck to his collarbones, to his chest, to his abdomen as you gradually climbed down the couch to finally kneel on the floor between Felix’s spreaded legs. You smiled to yourself anytime you would feel his muscles tense under your lips, or anytime you heard his soft moans in reaction the soft bites you left on his skin.

Chris and Changbin loved to tease you about it but honestly, you never thought you would actually switch from embarrassingly pushing your secret fantasies about Felix out of your head to kneeling in your living room as you were sucking on Felix’s dick, his jeans pooling around his ankles and his hands in your hair to keep it out of your face in make makeshift ponytail.

Felix’s voice was even lower and deeper; any moan he made directly reached your core due to how aroused and wet you were. You made sure to pay attention to the veins on his shaft, pressing against them with the tip of your tongue and following their path from the base of his length to the tip, before circling your lips around it. You learnt pretty quickly that even if Felix loved you so much to carry you on the palm of his hand, he was also kinds rough – the bare enjoying minimum, so that anytime your lips touched the base of his length, one of his hands would snake on your nape to keep you there, to enjoy the feeling of your throat clenching around him as you gradually relaxed and breathed through your nose. You also learnt that Felix had a huge passion for praising you; you had a small suspect as he would praise you over random things during the day but, now that you could fully enjoy his deep voice praising you as you made him feel good, well, you thought you could go crazy there and now because this just became your new addiction.

Felix came in your mouth as you were swirling your tongue on the tip, sucking on it as you moved your hand along his length, occasionally moving your wrist and applying some more pressure. The moan he made as he came was probably the definition of both sinful and holy, and it sent a new wave of wetness in your underwear; you swallowed his release, holding his gaze, and smiled to yourself once again as he rolled his eyes back before closing them with a low groan.

Honestly, you were somewhat embarrassed to be so wet and excited over a blowjob, but Felix was so loud and responsive that you just- «Well, buttercup,» Felix panted, interrupting your thoughts. «That was amazing.»

You laughed in disbelief as he lifted his bandaged fist in the air, waiting for you to bump yours against it. «I can’t believe you’re asking for a fist-bump after you just came in my mouth.» you said, as you complied to his request.

«It’s my innovative way to hype you up. And now,» Felix said, as he reached out to hold your wrists to help you up, making you straddle his right thigh. «I’ll show you my innovative way to make you come.»

It was messy; you lost your inhibitions as soon as your damp core was pressed against Felix’s muscular and firm thigh, a thin layer of wet cloth separating them. Felix reached out to kiss your neck, while his arms slid under your dress to hold your bare waist, setting the pace and making your hips move against his thigh. Your hands were tightly wrapped in Felix’s hair as you rode his thigh at the pace he wanted to, occasionally tensing his muscles so that you’d feel a different sensation rubbing against your clit.

«Lix, touch me, please.» You pleaded with a whine, feeling warmth pooling in your abdomen.

«I won’t.» Felix chanted, his tongue licking a long stripe on your neck. «Show me how much you want to come.» He said, harshly biting on the skin he had just licked, and you felt a shiver run along your body. Felix released his tight hold on your waist, letting you set the pace, one of his hands holding your ass and the one wrapping in your hair just to yank your head back and gain more access to the skin of your neck.

It did not take you much more time to come; especially since Felix started praising you once again as he left open mouthed kisses on your skin. With a strained whine, you came, relief spreading through all your body, as you clenched around nothing and completely aware that there was a stripe on Felix’s thigh that was most definitely coated with your wetness, and still, your main thought was about being impatient to finally feel Felix’s length pounding inside you.

Felix hugged you as you rested your head against his neck, panting and waiting for your heart to go back at a normal pace as you felt the sensation of the orgasm you just had lingering on your skin.

«Do you realize we’re literally the last ones who realized our own feelings?» Felix quiet voice came somewhere above your ear and you giggled, lifting your head to hold his gaze with a wide smile.

«Better late than never?» you tried, as you lifted your fist in mid-air. Felix’s hand, which was caressing your back, shortly stopped, and he watched you and disbelief before laughing.

«Better late than never, buttercup.» Felix smiled, and connected his bandaged fist with yours. «Let’s go and clean up, so we can go to sleep.» he added, reaching out to leave a soft peck on your lips.

Somehow, you managed to get it to the bedroom safe and sound, ready to fall asleep in each other’s arms and ready to start a new chapter in your life even if to say the truth, you both realized that you’ve been behaving like a couple for years.

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agendabymooner · 1 year

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mastermind ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) - tltl series

"i laid the groundwork, and then saw a wide smirk on your face."

summary: it was either sylvie ford was oblivious, or she actually knew that the result of her blind date was his doing and hadn't had the heart to express her admiration towards his effort. nevertheless, their first australian gp was successful in a way. (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)(7)(8)

content warning: use of explicit language, actions of people who are "just friends" mentioned, max verstappen is a scheming bastard and i love him your honour

note: i didn't do anything today so here's an update :) check out my previous works! i don't have much reblogs so you can literally just scroll down the blog and binge read hehe. enjoy xx

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SYLVIE FORD AND MAX VERSTAPPEN SPARK DATING RUMORS AS FORMULA ONE SEASON BEGINS IN AUSTRALIA, INTRODUCING MARINARA FORD-VERSTAPPEN

The 2017 Formula One season kicked off in Australia with a thrilling display of speed and skill on the track. However, it was not just the racing action that captured attention. Supermodel Sylvie Ford, Red Bull Racing's communication coordinator, made a striking entrance, accompanied by her adorable miniature schnauzer puppy, Marinara. Little did she know that this furry companion would become a catalyst for dating rumors involving her and Red Bull Racing driver Max Verstappen.

As Sylvie graciously signed autographs for eager fans, all eyes turned to her and Verstappen. In a surprising twist, Verstappen called out for Marinara, prompting Sylvie to clarify that the pup was "ours," hinting at a shared ownership between the two. This revelation immediately sparked speculation about a romantic relationship, despite their insistence that they are just friends.

Adding fuel to the fire, Sylvie and Verstappen currently reside together in England and share the responsibility of raising Marinara. The fact that they live under the same roof and have a puppy together has led many to believe that their connection runs deeper than friendship.

Their close bond was further highlighted when Sylvie recently featured in Architectural Digest's Open House, offering a glimpse into their shared English abode. The magazine feature showcased a harmonious blend of their personal belongings, indicating joint ownership and decision-making.

In an unexpected twist, Marinara, the adorable pup, has taken on a hyphenated surname, becoming Marinara Ford-Verstappen. This development has only intensified speculation about the true nature of Sylvie and Verstappen's relationship. While they continue to deny any romantic involvement, the addition of a shared surname for their beloved pet suggests a deeper commitment between the Formula One duo.

As the 2017 Formula One season unfolds, fans and media alike will closely monitor Sylvie Ford and Max Verstappen, both on and off the track, eagerly awaiting any further hints about the nature of their relationship. Whether they are just friends or something more, the undeniable chemistry and shared experiences between Sylvie, Verstappen, and their adorable pup Marinara Ford-Verstappen continue to captivate the imagination of Formula One enthusiasts worldwide.

AUSTRALIAN GP 2017

Arriving at the Albert Park Circuit for the first round of the season wasn’t an easy feat for everyone. The same could be said for dogs.

If Sylvie was being honest, she didn’t know how Lewis had done it with Roscoe. Sylvie was equally as busy and she didn’t want to waste any time away from Marinara.

Max had expressed the same opinion about the miniature schnauzer, practically begging Sylvie to take the puppy along on their work trips and leave the dog to him whenever she would be out for fashion weeks and photoshoot gigs.

As much as Sylvie wanted to bite back, “Fat chances, Max Emilian” she thought that it was only fair they would do that. Why have a caretaker when they could just spend money on supplies they’d need to get for Marinara’s traveling needs? So they never left Marinara at Buckinghamshire — nor have they left her at Tilly's house or under their Maman’s care — and brought the little puppy along.

Sylvie was one of the most prominent figures of Red Bull that would continue to make her presence known in the paddock and the tracks for the rest of the year, and because of her fame and image in public — many F1 fans came to embrace her presence as Red Bull’s feisty communications coordinator and would often ask for her signature. Who was she to say no?

Her walk towards the Red Bull area came to last longer than five minutes, signing and taking photos with fans who wanted to brag about meeting the supermodel on the rise. Some of them had even asked her about her plans with her schedule this year. She was answering the questions and in the process was signing a kid’s cap, the puppy tried to drag her away as Marinara whined. The dog wasn’t happy with being restrained by a leash. Too bad, Sylvie told herself, she had her leash and harness made with a navy fabric full of Red Bull logos all over it. She even had the “Verstappen 33” imprinted on the side, indicating that she was Max’s best girl others from Sylvie herself.

Turning away from the kid for a moment, Sylvie found Marinara’s tail wagging as her little voice barked and cried for the person she was looking at. People stared and Sylvie found her cheeks burning in shame.

“Come, Mari!” The Dutchman grinned at the puppy, his arms outstretched as he crouched down at the puppy's level - few feet away from Sylvie and Marinara as the puppy whined.

Sylvie didn’t like it when Max was around— Marinara favoured Max at times that all she could do as of this point was let go of the leash, watching as Marinara’s little legs ran towards Max. Sylvie’s eyes narrowed as Max picked up the schnauzer and began to praise the puppy, “Good girl, Marinara. Gooood girl~”

“Is that your puppy?” Sylvie turned back to the fans as she smiled at the question, the burning on her cheeks long gone as she nodded.

“Ours,” Sylvie rolled her eyes playfully, “I feel like she’s gonna become more like Max’s if he continues to steal her from me.”

She didn’t notice how the word ours rolled off her tongue so smoothly and how perfectly it sounded to everyone who had been rooting for Max and Sylvie. But everyone heard it perfectly well, and they were all certain that the media would have a field day running this story.

Max had picked her up from the entrance and they both made their way to the Red Bull area, Max still holding Marinara in one hand as he beamed and chatted with his best friend about this morning.

“Did she actually wake up at two?” Max’s eyes widened at the news, peering down at the puppy.

“You have a bad habit of waking up in the middle of the night to do some random shit— she really takes after you, Max,” Sylvie shook her head.

“You just said she woke up to go potty,” Max gasped at the insinuation that Sylvie made as she smirked. The Dutchman scowled, “I do not.”

“Charles says otherwise—“

“Leclerc needs to stop telling you shit that didn’t happen,” Sylvie tried to bite back her laughter as Max ranted, “you and him are bad together, you know that?”

“We made good rivals in the track for a reason, lad,” Sylvie’s hand made its way to Max as she patted his cheek, Max’s face turning red at the contact as she cluelessly grinned, “It’s always the rivals that share the same energy. Also— do you mind watching Nara tonight?”

“What- why?” Max returned to his conscious state after hearing her request. She doesn’t go out after work and none of her sisters were here.

Sylvie shrugged mindlessly, “Russell George has a friend he wants me to meet after the race. Said he’s here watching the race but… I do not know, truthfully. The bloke probably just wants me to go on a blind date.”

Max’s face turned red once more. But not because he was flustered, but rather he was annoyed and confused by her statement. Something told him he was jealous though but it wasn’t as if he’d admit that.

“Oh,” he muttered quietly, “I’ll watch her.”

“Thanks,” Sylvie grinned, “I haven’t been on a date for a while now so hopefully the poor bloke understands that.”

“He’d be stupid if he didn’t,” Max rolled his eyes, this time his attitude was directed at the faceless fool. “He’s here today, you said?”

“Yeah, George said he’s at the Mercedes hospitality,” Sylvie said, indifference showed how little she cared or knew about the man, “I’m making a quick trip there later to introduce Lewis and the others to Mari. I couldn’t seem to care much about finding the guy— since we are working and all.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Max murmured, a smile threatening to spread on his lips as he felt like he won all over again.

Max: Who are you setting Sylvie up with???

George: Why 😕

Max: What, can’t a guy just ask?

George: It’s one of our acquaintances who did karting once. Remember Jack Madison?

Max: Gotcha.

George: Please don’t do something stupid.

Max: You know it ;)

Max: Sylvie’s going on a blind date with some Jack Madison tonight after the race. I don’t know who he is and I’m pretty sure none of us does. He’s a guest in Mercedes. Just giving you a heads up.

Toto: Okay, thank you Max.

Max swung the door open, shushing Marinara as the puppy barked at whoever was at the front door at eleven in the evening. Turning back to the person, his eyes widened a little at the sight of an exasperated Sylvie, the straps of her heels on her hand as she gave him an annoyed look.

“The fool wanted to see me more often,” Sylvie didn’t look too happy at the news and Max clearly wasn’t any better. The woman continued, “He said he should come by to the races— he wasn’t even that subtle about free paddock passes, Max. Can you believe that idiot?”

“Oh yikes,” Max cringed, feeling a furry body walk past him as he watched Marinara get picked up by Sylvie. “Do you want to stay in my room?”

“My room’s next door,” Sylvie told him with a frown, as if she was asking if he just said that loudly.

“But Mari’s bed and things are already in here,” Max told her with his own challenging brows before he grabbed the heels off her hand and said, “it takes a lot of time to put them back and forth and the heels on your hand tells me you’ve been walking too much. So?”

Sylvie peered over his shoulder, looking at the barely creased sheets of his double bed. Then she looked down at the dog bowls next to the kitchenette and the leash and collar resting at the couch. Yeah, she really didn’t want to clean that up now.

“I guess,” Sylvie sighed, walking past Max after he stepped aside. Max swiftly grabbed onto the strap of her purse before hanging it on the rack. Hearing the door shut close behind Max, she placed Marinara down on the floor and asked, “Do you have some clothes to spare?”

“Yeah, I even brought your makeup remover- it's in the bathroom,” Max said as he reached for his suitcase, pulling out a jumper and some plaid pajama pants before tossing them towards Sylvie’s direction. “I got some spare toothbrush, if you need it.”

“You are god sent, Max Emilian,” Sylvie sighed in relief, giving him a half hug before she entered and locked herself in the bathroom.

Max chuckled at the comment, not even feeling his face burn as he turned back and exclaimed, “Tell me something I don’t know, Sylv!”

“I hate you!” She yelled back.

“I said something I don’t know, not something that’s a lie!”

He wanted to pat himself in the back, feeling proud about telling Toto about her date tonight. Lewis had approached Max after the race to let him know that Toto had spoken to Jack Madison and as if he was testing the waters, had told the boy that Sylvie could get him any paddock passes should he ask for it— he just needed to persuade the woman.

Jack was quite foolish for believing the man. It was even more foolish of him to negotiate with her by saying that she’d most likely see him more if she gave him some passes.

Sylvie wasn’t that desperate to be in a relationship, after all. So with her turning him down, Max could only smile at himself as he made his way back to his side of the bed.

Meanwhile, behind the bathroom door stood Sylvie, smirking lightly. She only chuckled to herself, feeling a little better knowing that Max was behind all of those troubles that managed to get her out of the blind date fast.

She just wouldn’t tell him that she knew. It was more amusing that way

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