#Christian was ready to fight and I love when they make him like that. Not just insulting Cyrano‚

[forestmossling]

just imagine rockstar! eddie releasing a new album, where one of the songs is called “a voice from above”. in it, he sings about a heavenly voice coming to him in the hardest, darkest hour of his life, when he was ready to give up and stopped seeing a future for himself, and calling him towards the light, coaxing the best out of him and pulling him up from the pit of despair eddie was slowly drowning in.

and it’s a rock ballad, so it differs quite a bit from cc’s usual style, is more “palatable” to the general public with it’s slower tempo, gentler melody and hauntingly beautiful vocals, with addition of a choir in the climax. and because of that, christians start claiming it (basically what happened with “take me to church”), newspapers and magazines wonder at eddie munson, the man a large part of whose aesthetic was so often referred to as “satanic” by the general public, with seemingly no denial from cc, who seemingly has finally found his way to religion.

and when cc comes to their next interview, the question of whether the great non-conformist eddie munson, who on multiple occasions dragged the christian church through the mud with accusations of hypocrisy and fostering bigotry in its midst in his songs and public speeches, has finally found god, inevitably comes up. the moment cc hear it they burst out laughing. after a while, eddie finally responds.

“this song is full of religious motifs, but not nearly for the same reasons you guys seem to think it is. it’s just that the experience the song is dedicated to was the closest i think i ever came to understanding what makes people come to real, genuine faith, the one that fills you with clarity, love and acceptance for the world around you, makes you feel like a part of something so much larger and greater than a mortal human being can possibly comprehend or reach on their own. that experience being the voice of the man that i came to love reaching me while i was in coma and reminding me of all the reasons life was worth fighting for, and then keeping inspiring me to be the best version of myself throughout my whole life.

and that, folks, is how being incredibly gay can save your life! i also don’t mind christians blasting “a voice from above” on their little church parties: my husband, after all, is definitely an angel on earth and absolutely deserves to be worshipped. but don’t you worry, i’m handling that pretty well on my own” and he winks at the camera.

and that’s how the world finds out that eddie munson is married.

[longagoitwastuesday]

I'm loving how, being stagings of the play and not reinterpretations, many productions are able to add some characteristic creative twist to it that adds or enhances something in particular

[fxrmuladaydreams]

don’t touch her (mv1)

max x reader , unnamed mclaren employee x reader

summary: max knows his feelings for you are wrong, you have a boyfriend. but all bets are off when that boyfriend gets aggressive with you

notes: this one’s angsty guys, also we’re gonna pretend that japan was later in the season just for timing purposes

warnings: physical fight, blood, a toxic relationship

He knew he shouldn’t be staring at you from across the paddock. He knew it was wrong on so many levels. You were a part of the Red Bull team, one of his coworkers. You were also dating someone from the McLaren team. Max had never wanted to hit Lando over the head as much as he did when the young Brit introduced you to your current boyfriend. But he couldn’t stop himself from searching for you in any room he went into, or at any media events or any meetings.

Max Verstappen could confidently say he was without a doubt in love with you.

He had grown attached to you quickly, being one of the only people he worked with that didn’t fawn over him just because he was good at his job. You treated him like a real person. When he was with you there was no Max Verstappen, there was only Max. You were a breath of fresh air, the calm in the storm that was his chaotic life. You were his quiet, safe space he could escape to when things became too much. He wanted nothing more than to wrap you in his arms and shield you away from all that was wrong in the world, but he’d settle for calling you his friend, his best friend.

Max liked to think of himself as a good person, the type of person that just wanted to see you happy, even if it meant seeing you with someone else. He promised himself he wouldn’t act upon his feelings, at least not while you were dating anyone. He wouldn’t dare destroy your happiness just because of his heart.

Max could also admit he was petty, so childishly petty. He didn’t like seeing you hanging around the McLaren garage during race weekends, weekends where you would usually be by his side, making sure he was ready to drive. Instead he had to watch your navy blue stand out against the bright orange at McLaren. It didn’t suit you, being surrounded by papaya, Max thought.

He knew he could complain about it to Christian. He could use his power to make you come back to him, but in doing that he may end up hurting you or your job. So he sat quietly and let his annoyance fester inside him.

He could tell when things started to shift with your boyfriend. When your long hugs and visits to the McLaren garage turned into brushing shoulders and arguments in an empty walkway outside.

Max tries to ask about, tries to help make you feel better, but you shrug him off, telling him that you’ll work it out, it’s nothing but a rough patch.

He asks if you’re okay, if there’s anything he can do to help. You give him a sad smile and shrug your shoulders.

“There’s nothing you can do Max.”

He’s never felt so helpless in his life. He hates that he has to see your face with tear stains over it, that your smile has dimmed in the garage. That you no longer search him out for comfort.

Part of him thinks he should have a conversation with your boyfriend. He thinks he should give him a talking to about how he’s ruining someone so special. But he knows he’d probably end up throwing punches if your boyfriend ticked him off anymore than he already has.

You don’t seem to get any better as the season comes closer to an end. Max tries to help you open up to him again, asking if you have any plans over the winter break. He even invites you to join him on his trip back home to the Netherlands. He tells you that his mother and sister would love to have you with them during the holidays.

You frown, telling him that you planned on staying near Milton Keynes to do some work at the factory.

He scoffs and shakes his head. “It’s winter break, I’m sure they can spare you for a little while.”

“I can’t take time off work just to hang out with you Max.” The words are much harsher than you mean for them to be, you can tell by the way Max takes a defensive step back.

He nods. “Right. Sorry.” Then he leaves you standing there to go to his driver’s room, or somewhere that just doesn’t have you.

Everything becomes clearer to Max at a party near the end of the season. It’s just after the Japan race, and Lando had insisted on celebrating the McLaren 2-3 as well as another tally to Max’s list of wins this season. The nightclub is filled with drivers as well as team members from each team hoping to let off some steam before the next race weekend.

Max doesn’t want to be there. He wants to go back to his hotel and sleep before he has to fly back home just to fly to Qatar a week later. But Lando and Charles keep putting new drinks in his hand, which promptly end up being left on random tables, and dragging him around to converse with everyone else that’s there.

He keeps an eye on you the whole time, watching as you wrap your arms around yourself, staring into the crowd on the dance floor. He can tell you aren’t really looking at them though, that you’re staring off into space. Your boyfriend comes up to sit on the stool next to you. He says something in your ear, to which you shake your head and leave, walking outside.

Max quickly pushes his latest drink into Charles’ hands and follows you outside.

You lean against the wall, attempting to get some fresh air after feeling a bit too claustrophobic in the club, but the heat doesn’t help as much as you hoped. You see Max as he steps outside and quickly walks to you.

“What’s wrong? And don’t say nothing, because I know you, I know when you’re upset and you can’t hide it from me. Is it me? Have I done something wrong?” He asks, his words spilling out quickly.

“Max, it’s not you, it’s just-”

“Y/n! Come on, we can talk this through!” Your words are cut off by your boyfriend who looks around for you, the smile falling off his face when he spots Max standing next to you. “Are you fucking serious Y/n?” He storms over to you, and grabs your forearm, yanking you away from Max. “Always running back to Max, huh?”

You yelp when he roughly pulls you to him.

Max is quick to put himself between the two of you, pushing your boyfriend with just enough force to make him let go of you.

“Don’t touch her.” He snarls.

You already know how this is going to end. Max stares at your boyfriend with fire in his eyes. While Max isn’t quite as tall as him, he makes up for the height difference in his strength. He’s got enough muscle to knock him to the ground in seconds if he wanted to.

Anyone with half a brain would know they’re in dangerous territory, being on the receiving end of Max’s intense stare, but your boyfriend refuses to back down.

“She’s mine Verstappen. I can do whatever the fuck I want.” He says quietly, taunting Max.

That’s all it takes for the first swing to fly. You think it’s Max, but your boyfriend is quick to throw up his own fists in defense.

It’s a mess of navy blue and orange as the two end up rolling on the ground, throwing punch after punch. Max ends up on top, straddling your boyfriend, lifting his fist to swing. You grab his arm and pull him off and away from the fight. You catch a glimpse of your boyfriend, well now ex-boyfriend’s bloody nose and black eye.

Max huffs, pulling his arm away from you and stalks towards his car. You follow him, practically jogging to keep up. You stop when you’re standing between him and the driver door. The lamplight illuminates his face. He’s got a bruise on his cheekbone, a split lip, his hair is a disheveled mess, and his fist is coated in blood, whose you aren’t sure. He’s avoiding eye contact with you, instead looking up at the sky.

“Max, why-”

“I’m fine.” He says when he finally looks at you. “Let me drive you back to the hotel.”

The drive back is quiet. You can’t help but keep looking over at Max, the streetlights passing by spread light over his face. He pulls a plain hoodie from the back of his car, pulling the hood up over his head. He keeps his down as he walks inside, attempting to avoid any interactions with fans that have decided to hang around the hotel.

He walks you to your door, then turns to leave, stopping only when he feels your fingers thread themselves through his. You gently pull him inside your room.

“Bathroom.” You tell him, steering him towards the small bathroom.

He sighs, knowing that there’s no use in trying to argue with you. He tugs the hoodie off and tosses it on your bed. He lifts himself up to sit on the counter of the bathroom, just next to the sink. There’s barely any room between where his legs hang off the counter and the wall opposite the sink, but you manage to squeeze between them with a small towel in your hand.

You run the towel under warm water, then bring it to his face, softly dabbing at his lip. He flinches slightly, pulling away. You apologize softly, then continue to wipe the blood from his lip.

You do the same with his hand, gently holding it in your hand and wiping away the red. It turns out to be mostly blood from your ex boyfriend, his skin only slightly bruised from the impact.

“You shouldn’t have hit him. You could’ve broken your hand. You wouldn’t have been able to drive.” You scold him quietly.

He gives you an incredulous look. “I should’ve done a lot more than hit him.”

You don’t answer, continuing to absentmindedly wipe at his hand. The blood is long gone, but he can tell you’re too lost in thought to notice.

He lifts your head up to look at him with his other hand. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks.

You shake your head. “You heard him. Always running back to you?”

“I like it when you come to me.” He shifts slightly. “I mean, I like feeling like you can come to me for, well for anything really. You should’ve felt like you could’ve talked to me.” He drops his head down now.

You can tell he’s starting to close in on himself, that he feels somehow at fault for this. It’s your turn to lift his head up this time. His eyes are welled up with unshed tears. He tries to blink his tears away putting on a brave face for you.

You gently swipe your thumb under his eyes, then hold his cheeks in your hands.

“This is not your fault Max. It’s my fault. I let it get bad, I should’ve ended it a long time ago. I just have a talent for being self destructive I guess.” You let out an unconvincing laugh.

He leans into your touch, letting his eyes flutter closed.

After a few minutes you begrudgingly pull your hands away from Max. He immediately misses the warmth on his face.

“You should put some ice over your bruise.” You tell him.

You step back, giving him space to hop down from the counter. He stands over you, but his height is anything but daunting. He looks down at his now clean but bruised knuckles then back up at you.

“Thank you.”

“I should be the one thanking you.” You tell him.

He clears his throat then shuffles around you, back into the main part of your room. “I should probably go.”

You follow him, itching to give him a reason to stay.

He grabs his hoodie from your bed and walks back to your door. He opens it, ready to step through when you call his name. He turns back to see you standing near the door as well, shifting your weight on your feet.

You take a deep breath then throw caution to the wind. You take a quick two steps to him and press your lips to his cheek.

Max freezes, only regaining a semblance of composure when you pull away from him.

“Thank you Max. Really.” You smile.

He gives you a sheepish smile and a nod, his cheeks colored with a light pink blush.

“Goodnight Y/n.”

“Goodnight Max.”

[adventuringblind]

Entitled To You (3.6K words)

Norstaptri x Reader

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: An incident with Lance sends the boys into a frenzy. She just wants to do what she loves.

Warnings: Explicit depictions of r@pe, injury descriptions, panic attacks, Oscar plots a murder, Lando throws hands, Car crashes, Author doesn't know legal stuff, Head trauma and blood.

Notes: This one is a request from @Lily234566 I know this wasn't the original pairing but I was struggling to fit the Ferrari boys in there so I had to scale it back... I'm sorry and I hope you still like it! T_T

Side Note: Sorry to the Lance girlies reading this. AND obligatory message of I don't know these people and this is purely FICTION! HEAD THE TAGS! DONT LIKE THEN DONT READ!

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“Max!” She peeks her head into his driver's room. The bright beaming smile she receives in return after their 1-2 nearly kills her. “They want me for a media thing, apparently.” HIs smile drops into a pout. The sad puppy eyes might convince her to stay. 

“Again? Don’t they know we have plans!

“No, and why would they care anyway?” She looks him up and down and whines because he’s standing in front of her with no shirt on. “Just - I’ll meet you guys back at the room. It’s something to do with being a female in F1… again.”

“I’m starting to think they have nothing else to talk about.” 

She shrugs as she walks out of the hospitality, waving to Christian on her way by. The goal is to get past the Mclaren garage without seeing Lando because otherwise she is not going to the interview. His pout is worse (better?) than Max’s. 

To her pleasant surprise, Laura is the one conducting the interview. “I’m sorry about this being last minute! They said they wanted you to do it with someone else next week and I offered to do it now.” 

The interview passes with ease and thankfully doesn’t take long at all. The banter in-between is also entertaining. 

She’s exhausted when they finish. Ready to go back to the hotel and fall into bed with her boys. Hopefully They’ve ordered food - and dessert. 

The paddock is nearly empty as she makes her way through. Maybe, had she been paying more attention and not focussed on her aching body, she would’ve caught on to the footsteps behind her. 

They are heavy, she assumes possibly a mechanic still packing up to continue on their way to the next circuit. That’s what she still thinks when the hand on her bicep yanks her around the corner. 

If she weren’t as exhausted, then fighting would’ve been a possibility. However, that seems out of the cards as he pins her against the nearest wall. Her forehead hitting the surface hard enough to make her dizzy. 

“Not so confident now, huh?” 

The fuck- “Lance? What are you?-” He slams her head again and cages her body against his own. She flails, only to be slammed again. “Would you stop doing that please?” 

“Not after that stupid stunt you pulled today on track.”

“You mean the one where you showed you don’t know what brakes are?-” Again, her head is sent into the hard surface. She can feel her nose starting to bleed. “Must you?!” She decided to shut up when he does it again and everything starts to go fuzzy. 

His fingers dip beneath the waistband of her fireproofs. The cold evening air hits her bare skin and she panics more than before. Her head is too cloudy to fully comprehend what’s happening. 

“I feel like I'm entitled to a bit of compensation after that stunt.” 

“You’re entitled to nothing. You took yourself out!” She hisses through gritted teeth. Still, Lance continues to get her clothes lower. And slams her head again harder - you know - because she wasn’t disoriented enough already.

“Would you shut up?” She doesn’t say anything this time. Her mouth feels numb and her ears are ringing. Her exposed lower half is met with the bare hands of someone she doesn't want touching her. 

It's - well - it hurts. He's groping at her thighs, ass, even her tits which she isn't sure how he's managing. His hands are everywhere they shouldn't be. 

And then nothing. 

A vague awareness of what's happening seeps through her veins and invades her senses. She tries to scream. Attempts despite the sheer pain of the snap of hips she didn't ask for. 

His finger beat her to it. A hand encloses around her throat and cuts off her oxygen. The black spots dance around her vision. She wants them to stop moving; they are making her dizzy. Or was she already dizzy? 

“See, it's not so bad. Don't you feel less guilty for ruining my race now?” No, she doesn't. She wasn't guilty before. 

She blacks out. 

~~~♡~~~

Waking up with sore limbs and a killer headache is not how she pictured this night going. She tries to yell for help, but a mere creaky rasp escapes. 

When did she lose her voice? The thought makes her panic more. The sob she lets out hurts more than there is sound. 

Her face and hair is sticky. At least Lance had done her the courtesy of not finishing inside of her. 

Still - what the fuck even happened? The fragmented memory is trying to come back to her slowly. Each small piece remembered is another broken cry. 

She can't move. 

It's dark again. 

~~~♡~~~

The anxiety between the three boys is certainly not something they are used to. Oscar can pinpoint the exact moment Lando started overthinking and Max had to bear hug him so he didn't pace a hole into the cement of the parking lot. 

The fourth seat in their car remains empty and their messages have gone unanswered. It's getting more concerning with each passing minute. 

“Max, she always responds.” 

“I know Lando.” 

“She always calls if she's going to be longer.” 

“Lando?”

“Yes?”

“Would you feel better if we went and looked around for her?” 

The Brit nods his head in a fashion that might give him whiplash. It's better seeing him feel helpful then sit helplessly. Though Oscar can't help but agree with Max's original point. that they should wait there at the car just in case since that's where they were supposed to meet. 

Granted, it's only been twenty minutes. It's still long enough to be murdered. 

They Methodically peer around corners and wave at the mechanics who give them skeptical looks. They were supposed to be out for post race celebrations by now. 

Oscar freezes when he sees it. The human shaped lump lying on the ground. He rushes over with long strides. The closer he gets, the more familiar the person on the ground becomes. 

“Max! Lando! I found her!” The other two boys come sprinting in his direction. He's on the ground trying to clear her hair from her face only for it to get stuck in the sticky substance coating her features. 

“What the fuck?” 

Her fireproofs are still on, but it's obvious what happened. The handprints on her neck, the blood trickling down the sides of her face. “We need to bring her to a hospital.” 

Max hoists her up in his arms. Mainly because Lando is on the brink of tears and struggling to breathe through his panic. He loves deeply and with his heart on his sleeve. Oscar just hopes he can keep the Brit calm until they find more help. 

“Can we at least clean her up?” Lando pleads with him. Big Hazel eyes brimming with tears. 

It's always a struggle to tell him no. “We can't, not if it can help us figure out who did it.” The tears start right after that. 

“So that’s what happened then? Someone really-” Oscar has to maneuver the puddle of tears that is his boyfriend into the passenger seat of their rental car. Max tosses him the keys, opting to be with her in the back and keep her comfortable. 

The tricky drive to emergency is more because Oscar is too far in his own thoughts to pay attention to the traffic lights. He can hear Max moving her around, attempting to put pressure where blood still flows freely. 

Oscar doesn’t bother with parking. He pulls off into some empty area and helps Max shoulder her weight inside the doors while Lando runs ahead to find help. 

It’s fast after that. They take her away and start patching her up while the three of them are forced to sit in the waiting room. Oscar and Lando are left to their own devices while Max paces about on the phone with Christian. 

He feels like a knife is being driven through his chest each time his mind tries to come up with what could’ve happened. Who would do something like this? Unfortunately, a lot of people. The question is more of who could’ve done it and gotten away. Someone with access to the paddock this late. Security, perhaps? Maybe even a sleazy mechanic? A driver wouldn’t make any sense… right?

“When will they let us see her?”

“When she wakes up, most likely.”

He’s not sure when he falls asleep. The exhaustion finally hit him like a truck despite his persistence. He’s awoken by Max’s constant shaking and aggressive whispering of his name. 

“-She’s asking for us.” 

He’s up faster than Lando when Jon threatens an ice bath. They follow the nurse down the halls with an uneasy anticipation. They creep inside the sterile room and find her staring at the wall. 

Lando doesn’t hesitate to move further into the room. Always having been more in touch with his emotions then the other two boys. “Hey love, can I come closer?” 

She looks at him. The bandages plastered over the sides of her head and around her face now visible to them. She returns Lando’s gaze with glassy eyes. It’s damn near shocking when she tries to pull things off her body in a desperate attempt to reach for Lando. 

Lando gets to her before she can get everything off, specifically the IV, and catch her arms. Oscar and Max finally pull themselves together and manage to get her to lay back down with some coaxing. 

She’s shaking violently. Her grip on Lando’s arm is sure to leave bruises. “Who - who f-found me?”  

“We did, schat. We got worried when you didn’t respond.” Max drags the two chairs in the room closer and pulls Oscar down into one.  Lando, against all odds, manages to wriggle his way into bed with her. 

“I know who it was. I - well - does anyone else know?” 

“Just Christian and us.” Oscar can feel the fight Max is putting up to not ask her more questions. The way he’s grounding himself with a hand on Oscars knee instead. 

“You don’t have to tell us.” He attempts to reassure. Maybe calm her mind by giving her an option. “Just know we’re here, alright?” 

“I don’t want it to be a big story. It’s already going to be since I can’t be in the car for the next four weeks. Oh fuck - everyone is gonna know-” Lando hushes her; gets her to somehow hold him tighter.

“Christian said it’s up to you, whatever happens.” Max nods at her encouragingly. “We go at your pace.” 

“They did a rape kit. They’ll know who it is. It was all over so it couldn’t have been hard to get DNA - oh fuck” 

Her heart rate picks up. The nurses rush in. They send her back to sleep. 

~~~♡~~~

Max wants to know who it was who touched her. The rage simmering underneath her skin is almost too much to keep contained. 

On the more fortunate side, they were allowed to stay since she wouldn’t let go of Lando. Then when he did have to get up, they rotated. 

The doctors and nurses learned to approach her like she’s a scared animal. The heavy footsteps seem to set her off and there is now a sticky note on the door saying to tiptoe when entering. It’s endearing to see her doctors and nurses trying so hard not to startle her. But seeing as they’ve now had several incidents where she’s panicked, they are taking more caution. 

Oscar and Lando have meandered away in search of food. Max opted to stay put and made the promise to bring him back cheat foods. He’s too stressed to not eat something of comfort. 

Her physio is supposed to come by today with the stuff she left at the track and get an update from the doctors themselves instead of Max’s botched attempts at repeating back. It will also be nice to see her comfortable, as the one blanket that travels with her everywhere will also be dropped off. 

“Max?” He tightens his hold to show he’s listening. “It’s not fair… You, Lando, and Oscar make a mistake on track and nobody does that to you. I - It wasn’t my fault.” 

The thing is, Max is smarter than people give him credit for. The only incident on track was with Lance. An incident that was his own fault. “He’s at fault, not you. None of this is your fault.”

“They are going to say I was asking for it or something.” 

“In those fireproofs? The only ones asking for it are me and Oscar… for obvious reasons.” He chuckles proudly at his little self compliment. 

It also manages to get her to crack something of a half smile. “Are you complimenting your own ass?” 

“And what if I am?” 

She doesn’t eat anything despite it being sat in front of her. Soft foods are the only thing she’ll be eating. Her throat, albeit not as bad as it could've been (thank you F1), is still damaged and needs to rest as much as possible. 

They had to keep her for observation due to where the head wounds had been. It’s been a rough thirty-six hours, but they are managing.

Despite the hectic situation, Max has come to learn that the female lying in the hospital bed is a better person then the rest of them. Oscar was detailing a full proof murder plan while she was telling him not to make it a bigger deal then it is. To which Oscar politely put his ten step plan with four contingencies down and told her that it’s ‘what he had coming to him’. 

Max has not had to stop someone from assassinating a rival before, but Oscar seems like a reasonable guy. “Death is too good for him.” 

“Mm, you’re right, I’ll just make sure he doesn’t die then and can’t see my face.” 

“Or, we make his life a series of inconveniences! I feel like daddy’s money could get him good therapy. It can’t solve every minor problem.” Lando has a gleam in his eyes. 

Him and Oscar start pouring over ideas once more. The girl simply shakes her head and goes back to eyeing her pudding like it’s assaulted her. “I don’t want to leave here, Max.”

“Why not? I’d assume you want to go home? Sleep in a comfortable bed?”

“Out there, they can get to us. Here is safe.” 

He considers how to reassure her. Only, there is nothing he can think of. The truth is that outside of this hospital room, there is no guarantee they won’t run into trouble. 

“I can’t promise that we'll never have something bad happen again. But-” He looks to the McLaren duo brainstorming ways to make the Aston Martin garage regret existing. “We’ll be there for each other. We’re here for you. When you want us and when you need us, yes?” 

“Pinky swear?” She extends her pink to him. 

Max accepts and curls his pinks around hers. “Pinky swear.” 

~~~♡~~~

It’s not fair really, that they had to leave to go do things. Lando would prefer he at least stayed with her so she isn’t alone. Alas, they are preparing for her discharge and he had to run around getting things together for their trip back to Monaco.

He comes back to a partially opened door and smiles at the other two boys being able to get back before him. Then again, as he gets closer he can hear the angry tone. One that Max uses when he’s pissed off about something. 

Lando panics and rushes inside. Only to be met with the sight of the last person he wants around right now. 

Now - he wouldn’t say he’s prone to violence. Lando prefers to keep the peace when it comes to conflict unless he’s trying to piss someone off on purpose to get a reaction. This is not one of those times. 

Lando’s knuckles collide with the Canadian’s jaw faster than he can fully become aware of what he’s doing. Lance stumbles backward and holds his jaw, glaring at Lando like he’s the one in the wrong here. 

“Get out!” 

“We were just talking-” 

“I said. Get. Out.” He’s seething. The thudding in his chest becoming louder with each second Lance remains in this room. 

He’s not prone to violence. 

Really, he’s not. 

Yet the second crack of knuckles into Lance's chin gives him some sick satisfaction. Isn’t there something about equilibrium? Can he pin this on restoring the balance or something? Regardless, he isn’t going to dent the fact that it feels good. 

The nurses come running and start asking questions. Max and Oscar have to drag Lando away kicking and screaming. 

Worse is when they try to tell him that there are pictures out on social media. Christian has been calling Max non-stop. Oscar has been dealing with Zak. Their relationship isn’t a secret and neither is their current location.  

“They're sending us a different car to see if we can’t get out discreetly.” 

“What happened with Lance, Lan? Are you alright?”

Everyone is panting. Their eyes trained on the door. “I punched him. I restored the equal-brey-um… thing.” 

“Equilibrium.” 

“Yeah that!” 

He’s not sure how they get on the plane. He’s still amped up about the whole punching thing and running purely off adrenaline. 

They’ve been sitting in silence, mulling over their options. Creating statements they can put out. It’s hectic and they keep trashing them because nothing fits. 

The female has been apathetic. The last thing she wanted was for this to get out and now it has. Seemingly everything is flashing before her eyes. Her career will be gone soon enough, so what’s even the point? 

“Don’t post anything. We don’t have an obligation to confirm or deny the rumors. If anything, we can say that you were just driving me to the hospital and being good friends or whatever.” She won’t look at them. Still - Lando can hear how upset she is, the waiver in her voice. “I’m going to be kicked out anyway.” 

“Christian said-”

“Damn what Christian said! He knows this isn’t going to get any better and if I say who it was then Daddy’s Money is just going to pay his way through.” She's hyperventilating now. Her body collapses against her seat and Oscar makes an effort to get her to lean against him. “It’s not fair!”

lando Can’t help but share her feelings.

~~~♡~~~

She stays holed up in the Redbull garage the next weekend. The appearance is hard, people want to ask her questions. Her boys had been caught in the middle of the riptide and haven’t come back to shore yet. 

At least she’s here. She’s trying her hardest to look stronger than she is. On the inside things are falling apart. 

The team knows to give her space and not ask about the ordeal. She takes refuge in Max’s room when things are too much and the other drivers keep their distance. 

They know it was one of them. She’d been adamant on not saying who it was, but it’s obvious there are sixteen who it could have been, given her partners insistence that none of them go near her garage for the time being.  

She just wants this whole thing to blow over. She wants to lay in bed with her lovers and not flinch when they go to touch her. 

She knows, however, that until she deals with things that healing can’t happen like it should. Or at least, that’s what her therapist says. The one she is now required to see. 

Things get worse when she’s back in the car. Her media duties are limited so she can focus on driving and ‘listening to her body’ as her physio likes to say. 

She can’t hear her body over the sound of her mind going staticy as Lance closes in on her. The catalyst for everything. She panics and ends up in the wall. Not the worst crash ever, but certainly hurts her pride more than it has already.

The thing is, it keeps happening. Even as she’s able to let her boys back in. As her podium finishes start to come back. Her fireproofs (which they’d gotten her all new ones) start to feel comfortable again and she doesn’t feel the need to be out of them the second the race is done. Still, Lance is using this to his advantage. 

Finally, after he almost killed her on track (again), she’s had enough.

The trial goes better than she thought it would. Despite the money differences, Lance won’t be able to race anymore. It’s not some grand spectacle either, just an announcement like usual. It’s more the closure she needed versus the publicized drama it could have been. 

She wins the next race. 

“If I ever see him again, it will be too soon.” 

“It’s been over a year now, Lan. I’m getting better.” There is a genuine smile on her face. The car awaits to take them back to the hotel. It was here that it happened. She almost considered not racing because of it.

“Lando got a taste of blood and now he’s feinding for it.” Max has a comforting hand around her waist. A grounding presence. 

“I mean, I never threw away my murder plot…” 

“You’re a genius Oscar!”

She shakes her head. It’s not like any of this has been easy. It never is. Still - her boys are here and they’ve been so patient. 

“There’s her smile.” They all beam at her. 

She smiles back.

[toppersjeep]

Part 2- Where Do We Go Now - Lando Norris X Reader

Masterlist

[tag list: @aundercover @landologg ]

Your POV

“Y/N I can’t give you the answer that you want to hear” Max said. “Seriously Max” I said. “What to you want me to do lie to you” Max said. “For once in your life just be honest with me” I said getting up off the couch. “Are you seriously gonna fight me over this” Max said.

“You don’t get it I want a future with you I’m asking you if you want the same” I said. His phone then rang. It was Christian calling him. “I gotta answer that babe we can talk after” Max said.

“I won’t be here when you do that” I said. “Seriously your leaving” Max said. “I don’t know Max what’s more important me or Red Bull” I said looking him in the eyes. The phone still rang. He looked at me and at the phone.

“Yeah hello” Max said answering the phone. “Exactly my point” I said. I then went into our room and put some pants on and a hoodie. I grabbed a small bag of stuff. I walked out. He was still on the phone with Christian.

I walked past him grabbing the keys to my car. I then grabbed my purse too and laptop bag.

“Y/N give me a minute okay.. sorry Chris she’s trying to get my attention” Max said. “I’m leaving” I said walking out the door slamming it shut. I then went to my car putting my bags in the trunk. I drove to Landos place. I’d hope he’d let me stay.

If not the next best option was Kika or Lily. But I knew that going to Lando first would be a good idea. I parked my car in his driveway and walked up with my bags.

I knocked on the door. Not realizing what time it was. I’d hopped he’d be awake. He then opened the door rubbing his eyes.

“Y/N … it’s 2 in the morning what’s up” Lando said. “I got into a fight with Max can I stay” I asked. “Of course come in” Lando said I went in to his house. “I should’ve called or something” I said. “No it’s okay” Lando said. “He’s just so” I said.

“Annoying yeah” Lando said. “I don’t know what to do about him anymore” I said. “I’ll set you up in the guest room” Lando said taking my bags. “Thanks” I said following him.

“Well you know where everything is.. so my home is your home I guess” Lando said showing me to the guest room. “Thanks Lan” I said. “Ignore the uhh pictures everywhere of me” Lando said. “Your race wins its cute” I said looking at the pictures on the wall.

“There’s extra towels in the bathroom closet… umm yeah that’s about it” Lando said. “Oh and my room is next door so don’t be loud” Lando said. “Me loud do you still snore” I said. “Guess we find out huh” Lando said.

“Thanks Lan” I said. “Yeah and please take that Red Bull hoodie off” Lando said. “Right sorry” I said. “I’m kidding but uhh there’s ,cool quadrant hoodies in the closet so steal one” Lando said. “Thanks again” I said.

“Yeah no problem good night” Lando said shutting the door.

The next day

I woke up and got ready for the day. Lando was in the kitchen making breakfast. I then saw flowers on the counter.

“Those are for you I guess” Lando said. “From who” I asked. “I’m assuming Max there’s a card on them” Lando said. “He must know he messed up badly” I said. “Yeah probably” Lando said.

I opened up the card. And read it.

It said:

Y/N, I wish you could see yourself in my eyes. I hear how you always doubt yourself and compare yourself to other people. There is nobody in this world quite like you. The way you laugh the way you smile. Every time I look at you I fall more in love with you.

I really love you. And you deserve so much. I just love the way your eyes sparkle when you are happy. But I hate when you are sad. All I want to do is pull you closer to me and tell you how much I love and care for you. So this is my way of showing it. This is one of many gifts you’ll be receiving.

___

“That’s so sweet” I said. “Here’s breakfast” Lando said handing me a plate. “Max must’ve done this” I said smiling. “Did he write you the letter or did he have his assistant do it” Lando said. “Lando it’s definitely handwritten” I said.

“Well I was just curious you I know I don’t seem Max as romantic” Lando said. “That’s because you don’t like love” I said. “It’s not that I don’t like it” Lando said. “You’ll find someone maybe even as sassy as you are Lando” I said.

“I don’t know if I will I mean there was someone” Lando said. “Yeah” I said. “But who am I kidding anyway” Lando said setting his plate in the sink. “You don’t know unless you try” I said. He looked out the window.

“She’s just way out of my league you know I’ve always thought that” Lando said. “That’s now I felt about Max and now look at us” I said. “But this is different Y/N way different” Lando said. “You know you can talk to me about this stuff” I said.

“The problem is that I doubt she’ll ever feel the same way I do” Lando said. “Then show her maybe this girl is blinded Lando” I said. “Maybe she is your right” Lando said.

We made it back to the track for the next race. I walked in with Lando. I then found Max and went over to talk to him.

“Y/N hey” Max said I kissed him. “What was all that for love thought we were fighting” Max said. “The flowers and the note it was so sweet” I said hugging him. “Yeah I felt bad after the fight last night” Max said. “Well thank you I loved it” I said.

“So you’ll come home later” Max said. “Of course I will” I said he kissed me. “Y/N we have meetings let’s go” Lando said. “So yeah I’ll see you later I love you” I said. “Love you too” Max said.

We then went into the McLaren paddock for a meeting. I sat beside Lando.

“So yesterdays qualifying was great but today we gotta do the same” Zak said. “I think Lando performed great we can go for P1” I said. “Yeah he did but still P2 gets us good points” Zak said.

“For once we have a car that can beat Red Bull you saw how fast we were” Lando said. “I did Lando but some laps weren’t as good as the last couple” he added. “So what he’s right we can best RB” I said.

“Y/N you had great strategies yesterday we know that” Zak said. “Are you even listening to her she knows we can beat them so let’s at least try” Lando said. “Zak have some faith in your drivers and me” I said. “I do have faith in you both I do” Zak said.

After the meeting got out Lando and I were both heated. Zak wasn’t even listening to us about how we could beat them.

“He shouldn’t talk to you like that” Lando said. “Uhh thank you for sticking up for me” I said. “Of course I got your back always” Lando said placing a hand oh my shoulder.

“I mean I knew getting into this sport I’d have issues” I said. “You still are way better than half the men and that’s coming from a man” Lando said I laughed. “You are just saying that” I said.

“No I’m serious you are amazing Y/N on the track and off the track..there’s nobody in this world quite like you” Lando said. “That means a lot Lando” I said. “Well it’s true you know” Lando said. “I heard the food is better here” Kika said walking through the door.

“Kika oh my goodness I’m so happy your here” I said hugging her. “I had to come visit my favorite gasly of course” Kika said. “Oh I’m not my brother though Ki” I said she smiled.

“Can I steal her for lunch” Kika said. “Yeah go on have fun” Lando said. “Thank you now come on you have to fill me in” Kika said. “I absolutely will” I said.

[wejustvibing]

okay i've slept on it and am currently laughing my head off reading what torger christian wolff had to speak on my goat. this is the greatest example of you fuck around and you find out i've ever seen. because how do you fumble the goat like this and are now on smear campaign creating false narratives about him and playing victim?

the first thing lewis hamilton said after coming back for the 2022 season was MY TEAM DON'T MAKE MISTAKES. that was the level of pride and faith he had in the team. his "thank you to the team here and back at the factory" is quite literally a constant source of mockery in this sport. that is the level of gratitude that man has shown time and again. with what kind of audacity do you want to call LEWIS HAMILTON disloyal, lacking long term vision? despite not having the conventional time (age) on his side, he was ready to commit. and he did! you and your organization forced his hand and you are now crying foul. there were two definite ways to go about it and you still chose the absolute worst way—the disgraceful, disrespectful, lying way. the matter of the fact is, you took him for granted. you got cocky, comfortable and convinced that lewis is not going anywhere. you removed his job security by threatening to get rid of him as early as December 2024 (1+1 implies just that) and now you are salty he looked elsewhere and prioritized his own career BECAUSE he wants to stay longer and fight for wins. was he not aware and actively trying to work with the team and trying everything to get the team out of the rut? was he not neglected, made a lab rat and ignored when he shared what thought was needed to be done? was he not insulted, abandoned and mistreated the last two years? he gave you P2 in the constructors but you repaid hin by crediting his teammate for it? lol i don't even want to start listing things because you will choke on the receipts, i can guarantee that.

but, i'm loving this absolute headloss and i know there will be more. the season is way too long and the downfall imminent.

[avatarl0v3r]

how the boys act for church in the morning | hobie, miles, miles e-42, pav

warning’s: language

notes: i’m not saying any of there characters are christian in any way, shape or form but i thought this idea would be funny

Hobie

hobie is the type to whine and cry about waking up early

hobie would want to stay the night until that morning where he would try to lay in bed and just get left to avoid going to church

your mom looks at hobie like her son, and it’s her job to keep him straight, which he’s grateful for.

it was already 9 am and church started at 10 am everyone was ready except hobie. you walked upstairs to try and get him up much to his dismay.

“okay bee you gotta get ready now” your only response was a groan. “can i just sleep in?” you rolled your eyes “you’ve slept in a hour, no let’s go we can’t be late.” you walked out the room and to your brothers to check if he was ready “khalil,” you said knocking on his door “hurry up.”

you walked back down stairs grabbing your toast before your mom stopped you “goodmorning baby, where’s yo lil boyfriend at?” you smiled at her “still sleeping mama.” she rolled her eyes “i ain’t finna be late because of him, he can go all messed up i do not care but he’s going weither her likes it or not.”

your mama walked up the stairs and to your room where hobie was laying and rippled the blankets off “get your ass up boy, we are going to church and so are you.” she said before through a outfit out for him that she bought for church when he stays on saturday nights. hobie groaned sadly knowing that mama was not getting him up and knowing he would lose this fight.

“i told you the night before ‘you can stay but your going to church with us in the morning’ did i not?” hobie gave her a smile before replying “yes mama.” she smiled at him before leaving the room “be downstairs in 5 minutes understood?” she said eyeing him “yes ma’am.”

hobie stood up listening to your mom yell at khalil before her footsteps faded down the stairs. hobie got dressed and put on his bracelets with spikes on them before walking down the stairs before he even took the last step he heard your mom.

“leave them bracelets here, no need for them in a church,” he smiled “and hurry up and eat so we can leave, i ain’t finna be late become you wanted to sleep in.”

Pav

pav is the type to be excited because he gets to be with you and the family he’s grown to love.

he’s the type to wake up either with you or before you, in most cases with you and get ready.

you turned off your alarm the time reading 8:00 am you sighed and turned over to your boyfriend who was still sleeping. his hair covering his eyes as you moved the lox away so you could see his face “goodmorning pav” you said smiling him smiled back “goodmorning.”

you stood up pulling your alreayd messing hair into a crappy low bun before turning back to him “want some breakfast?” pav jumped at the idea already out of bed and tripped on the blanket causing you to laugh. “what was that? is everyone okay?” you heard your mom from downstairs “everythings fine mama you son only tripped.” you heard her laugh “which one?— wait never mind you mean pav.”

you walked downstairs making you and pav eggs and toast before sitting the plate on the table. to which pav scarfs it down causing your mom to look over “damn boy they feed you at home?” she said with a smile “they do but the foods so good here.”

you both got ready, your mom already banging on khalils door “wake up or so god help me i will pour ice cold water on you khalil.” the door swung open “hi pav, y/n,…mama.” she gave him a look before he nervously smiled and sprinted down the stairs.

pav wanted you to style his hair so you did, it wasn’t much different from his regular look but it was something “do i look okay?” “yes pav” “are you sure?” “yes” “absolutely posit-“ “pav! you look okay i promise.”

your mom smiled at the two of you as you showed her you’re matching church outfits. “lemme take some pictures.”

Miles

he gets up right when he hears your mom

he’s the type to act like he was awake the entire time

you got ready as usual on sunday mornings doing your hair getting dressed and a bit of makeup (if you wear it).

“miles, baby come on get up.” you said shaking him lightly he groaned and turned away “miles get up, i do not wanna hear mamas mouth this early.” he didn’t budge.

you rolled your eyes walking out your room and down the stairs and into the kitchen. khalil was already there and playing on his playstation 5 you rolled your eyes.

“im awake before miles?!” you nodded “sure are, he won’t get up.” khalil snickered “mamas gonna be so fuckin pissed.” “language khalil” “sorry y/n/n.”

you made some cereal and sat down before hearing your mom enter the room “where the hell is miles?” you gave her a ‘girl be oh so for real’ she rolled her eyes before yelling up the stairs.

“miles morales get your ass up and down there’s stairs now.”

there was a bunch of noise almost crashing before miles appeared with a nervous smile “i’ve been awake just laying down.” “boy, you wanted to stay the night which means waking up early for church.” he nodded before grabbing a bowl of cereal.

once everyone finished eating you’re mom called for everyone to take a picture “come here and take this picture,” miles stood there awkwardly. “pose boy, ima send this to ya mom, now come here to i can fix you’re shirt.”

you laughed at him and his sad expression of being all dressed up this early.

miles earth 42

he’s the first one up earlier then normal

he’s rushing you in the mornings, and asking you to fix his braids or redo them before church

miles woke you up at 6:30 am two hours before you actually had to wake up “what miles?” you said sleep engraved in your voice “can you braid my hair again please” he said smiling at you.

you rolled your eyes before sitting up and grabbing the gel and comb from your dresser “sit down, and don’t complain bc your ass is tender headed.”

the rest of that hour was filled with ‘ows’ ‘that hurts’ and ‘you tryna make me go bald’ “your done jesus help me.” he stood up look at his hair in the mirror “my baby braids my hair so well.” he said before drowning you in kisses.

“thank you miles now if you don’t mind i’m going to go back to sleep.” he laughed watching you fall back into a peaceful sleep.

only to be woken up by him shaking you “baby, you gotta get up it’s 8.” you rolled your eyes before sitting up rubbing sleep out of your eyes “heres your outfit we gonna match today.”

you nodded blindly getting dressed to tired to care. you looked in the mirror the outfit was actually cute your turned to miles “you style isn’t bad i’ll give you that.”

he smiled planting a kiss on your lips before heading downstairs you followed him making some food before you both heard your mom “y’all awake” miles responded “you know it mrs. y/l/n.”

“what would i do with out you miles” she said before kissing him on the cheek and continuing getting ready, walking back up the stairs “khalil wake yo ass up.”

you both laughed before miles turned to you “i love sunday mornings with you.” you smiled “i love them too.”

[sideprince]

If I'm honest I think the way the Deathly Hallows were made into a theme in the HP books is much more interesting than the whole Christ allegory, especially since it's a bit more original. I mean, sure, the Tale of the Three Brothers borrows heavily from the European storytelling tradition as filtered through the homogenized lens of the Grimm Brothers - the number three, the two older brothers being rash and unthinking and the youngest being wise, the outwitting of a dangerous foe, the lesson that brute force and bending nature's order will only end badly, etc. But there's still something interesting and original there, and I find that much more exciting than pinpointing how Christian tropes manifest in a children's story that follows them without building on them or raising questions.

What I find particularly fascinating about the Hallows theme is the way it connects to the characters, and how the three brothers and the objects they represent come to be reflected in three of the most key characters in HP:

Harry, Voldemort, and Snape are so inextricably connected, but even though the only moment they're all in the same place is when Snape is killed, it feels like Snape's the one whose journey to that moment is the most clearly laid out. It's the third time we know him to be in the Shrieking Shack: the first, when he's nearly killed by Lupin-turned-werewolf but escapes unscathed, and the second, when he corners Lupin and Black in PoA and is knocked unconscious sustaining a head wound. With each visit to the Shrieking Shack he inches closer to his own death metaphorically.

It's no secret that each Hallow is connected to or representative of one of these characters.

The Deathstick/Elder Wand is Voldemort: he's its penultimate wielder and even before possessing it, his own wand might as well be a death stick. He kills with impunity and without remorse. It's said several times in the series that ultimately all the death and destruction Harry, Ron, and Hermione fight against comes down to Voldemort; even the Death Eaters do what they do in his service. (And, while I take issue with the simplistic and naive perspective it conveys, the story makes it clear that as soon as Voldemort dies, the chaos he has wrought on the wizarding world is already beginning to be set right again.) Harry meets Voldemort in the forest at the end of DH in order to meet his death because it's Voldemort who brings it about.

The Resurrection Stone is Snape: we find out in DH that he has spent the entire septology haunted by the heartbreak and regret losing a loved one caused, and everything he's done has been in service of her. Though he never possesses the Resurrection Stone, he might as well - we see through his patronus that the memory of Lily is with him "always." Interestingly, it's also the Resurrection Stone that sets him on his final path - it's the stone in the ring that curses Dumbledore's hand, leading to Snape agreeing to kill him, and to him making the Unbreakable Vow. Killing Dumbledore draws him into Voldemort's trust even more, but also puts a target on his back. So, like the second Peverell brother, Snape's main drive is a departed loved one, his devotion to whom ultimately dooms him. The more he tries to keep her alive and honor her memory, the more she draws him to his death.

As in the Tale of the Three Brothers, death claims both the first and second brother.

It's the third brother who escapes death and meets him on his own terms through his use of the Invisibility Cloak. Harry literally wears it into the forest at the end of DH and throws it off to meet his death. Harry starts the story having escaped Death and working his way towards it on his own terms. When he dies, it's because he is ready and he chooses to - and once again, he escapes it. Harry is also closely connected to the youngest Peverell brother, being descended from him, and as per the Beadle the Bard's story, the cloak gets handed down from parent to child so Harry is its rightful owner.

Finally, there's the character of Death, whose parallel is, reluctantly but determinedly, Dumbledore. There's an irony in his ownership of the Elder Wand, in that he learned from the mistakes of his youth and understands and eschews its capacity for death and destruction. Even so, he becomes a character who plays a key role in the death of several other characters, not least of whom are Snape, Harry, and Voldemort. His main goal throughout the series is to bring about Voldemort's death. In the process, he sacrifices both Harry and Snape (not to mention countless others). Dumbledore is also the person who gives all three Hallows to their ultimate owner, Harry. In the process, it's from Dumbledore that Voldemort takes the Elder Wand, and it's through Dumbledore's actions that Snape is doomed by the Resurrection Stone, not to mention he's the one to give the Invisibility Cloak to Harry. When Harry escapes death as a baby, it's Dumbledore who leaves him with the Dursley knowing he will return for him later (or will do so through a proxy), sort of - but not quite - foreshadowing that death will come for Harry when the time is right. When Harry is killed by Voldemort, it's Dumbledore who meets him in Kings Cross limbo.

Interestingly, of these four characters it's only Voldemort who is not connected to all three hallows. Dumbledore has, at some point, had each in his possession, and at the end of the story Harry possesses all three and is the only person who knows where the Resurrection Stone is in the forest. Snape is the only person we see use the Invisibility Cloak without an invitation to do so from Harry (in the Shrieking Shack in PoA), and he's the only one aside from Dumbledore and Harry to be connected with the Resurrection Stone. Though he never does so, he was meant by Dumbledore to possess the Elder Wand, and it's the direct reason he's killed. There's an interesting parallel there, based on what Dumbledore says to Harry in King's Cross Limbo:

Harry is obviously the Specialest Boy™️ because he's the protagonist, so he's fit to unite the Hallows (which he never quite does - he uses the Resurrection Stone while wearing the Cloak, but drops the stone well before he physically takes possession of the Elder Wand and wields it). Dumbledore nevertheless has the Cloak for a decade between James' death and giving it to Harry, by which point he has had the Elder Wand for much longer. He takes possession of the Stone when he takes Marvolo's ring, and in the process experiences a parallel to the second brother's story (similar to Snape) as his efforts to reconnect to a deceased loved one instead sets him on the path towards his death. Snape, as stated above, is similarly connected to all three Hallows at one point or other.

As interesting as I find all this, I feel like these parallels and, really, this theme, could have been worked out more throughout the septology and been dealt with in richer, more wide-reaching ways. Maybe it didn't occur to Rowling (boo, hssss) until she was well into writing the series, whereas the Horcruxes clearly had, since Voldemort's inability to die is established in PS and the first Horcrux crops up in CoS. There's a clumsiness in the way Hallows vs. Horcruxes becomes the great dilemma in DH, and if the themes each represents had been established early on and been an undercurrent through the whole series it would have been more powerful.

That's not to say that the themes connected to each Hallow - death, loss, choosing wisdom over power - aren't overarching ones on their own. But Harry's contending with them against Voldemort's focus on that power and his fear of death alongside his cavalier implementation of it ends up being a bit flat, because Harry doesn't waver. It's one of the things Dumbledore points out when they discuss the prophecy, that because Voldemort killed his parents, Harry was never at risk of being seduced by all that Voldemort represents. So even though the themes are there, the tensions between them aren't really present in Harry - again, the protagonist - until the second half of the last book. Not until HBP do we start to see Voldemort's past and understand the parallels between him and Harry, and not until the Prince's Tale chapter in DH do we really see how Snape fits into this trio of "abandoned boys." The fleshing out of his character was sacrificed for the sake of the big reveal of his motivations and I think it would have been more interesting to have moments throughout the series that turned out to be foreshadowing along the theme of the Hallows, and not just ones that clarify his allegiances through the insight into his life.

[lover-222]

The Way I Loved You (C.P Version)

...

He is sensible and so incredible And all my single friends are jealous He says everything I need to hear, and it's like I couldn't ask for anything better He opens up my door and I get into his car And he says, "You look beautiful tonight" And I feel perfectly fine

mason was perfect, he was what y/n needed after christian. he was always attentive with her and would bring her flowers, he praised her. mason treated her like a goddess, he would open the door for her every single time.

even when she would open the door by herself, he'd run to her and make her get back in the car and open it for her. his gestures towards her made her heart flutter and she finally felt a different kind of love.

"you guys he's just so amazing, he might be the one" y/n smiled as she talked with her bestfriends.

"you look different y/n you're glowing you look so much more at ease with mason" lilah says then takes a bite out of her pizza.

"she's right!! i'm so jealous y/n, you guys are meant to be he looks at you like he would marry you on the spot" karla said.

y/n thought about mason late at night, he was different. mason was much different than christian. mason was attentive, compliant, and only had eyes for y/n. although he was a rising athlete, he made sure to spend time with her no matter what.

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain And it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name So in love that you act insane And that's the way I loved you

as much as she loved mason, there was a small place in her heart for christian. they were in a 2 year relationship, it was a rocky relationship but they loved each other. both of them had their flaws which ended up with them breaking up. she would even have dreams of him and her going on dates and other domestic actions. she laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling while a tear streamed down her face.

"fuck why can't i forget about you" she silently said while rubbing her temple.

she remembered all the fights they had in the span of their 2 year relationship. the fights were on and off.

"are you kidding me christian? do you think i'm dumb? i saw you with her at the club!!" y/n screamed at him.

"baby i swear, she came on to me i told her i had a girlfriend" he told her as he held her hand.

"stop don't baby me christian, you literally kissed her back" y/n's tears were visible.

another fight they had was due to christian not giving her enough attention. christian and y/n had moved to germany since he was going to play for dortmund. time flew by and he was getting better and better at bvb.

this soon became a problem when he dedicated more of his time on football and the football club. christian had a late night session with the boys. he came back to their apartment at around 10pm, he showered, ate dinner and went to bed. in the span of all that he didn't direct any words to y/n.

she was so fed up with him. they never went on dates anymore or had dinner together. so instead y/n got all ready and headed to the club. she had gone with some of the dortmund girlfriends, she drank and ended up having an amazing time.

she felt so distressed and felt how the alcohol took away her relationship problems. she got home at 2am, and what she didn't know was that christian was already home and in their bedroom.

"where were you?!! you didn't respond to any of my texts or calls!" he said as he looked at her.

"well that's exactly how i feel when you're gone, feels like shit right? besides you're never here anyways christian" she sternly said.

"something could've happened to you are you dumb?" he told her.

"fuck you christian, i'm so fed up with you right now" she said drunkly then proceeded to take of her black heels.

after every fight they managed to not talk to each other, although both of them did not last long. they needed each other, christian needed her in the way that she still managed to support him in this career.

while she needed him in the way of how affectionate he was with her and how he knew her. he knew her well, christian knew her body and most importantly her feelings, heart, and mind.

Breaking down and coming undoneIt's a roller coaster kind of rushAnd I never knew I could feel that muchAnd that's the way I loved you

christian and y/n had their own flaws, but the climax of their fights would end up with affectionate hugs and consensual make up sex.

"i fucking hate you sometimes pulisic" she rolled her eyes.

"but you love me, and i'm sorry i really am" he said as he gave her puppy dog eyes which she loved and always melted for.

"i'm sorry too" she told him as she hugged him tighter.

He respects my spaceAnd never makes me waitAnd he calls exactly when he says he willHe's close to my motherTalks business with my fatherHe's charming and endearing

"look mason i need time okay, i'm sorry" y/n said, she wasn't over christian and couldn't play mason since she knew his feeling were real; he gave her the space she needed.

mason was incredibly charismatic and could pick up a conversation with anybody. this worked out when he would come over to y/n's house. he would even bring flowers to her mom and talk to her dad. y/n's parents loved him, they thought he was a gentleman and clearly showed his love towards her.

he was so loved by her parents that they would ask y/n, is mason coming over? you should invite mason!, how is mason doing? which y/n thought it was silly how much they loved him. they liked christian as well but not as much as they loved mason.

although perhaps that was due to their fights or that one time the couple stayed in y/n's old room and were trying to not make any noise while having sex; although they completely failed at it; and by they it was totally y/n.

He can't see the smile I'm fakingAnd my heart's not breaking'Cause I'm not feeling anything at allAnd you were wild and crazyJust so frustrating, intoxicating, complicatedGot away by some mistake and now

mason was perfect, too perfect to be true. y/n would glance at him when he wasn't looking, he was too good for her.

"i love you y/n" he said as he smiled at her

"me too" she smiled back, she knew it; it's not real.

yes it was a different kind of love and much deserved but she just couldn't stop thinking about christian and his dumb smile. she missed the good times she had with him, back when they wouldn't fight all the time.

she missed his tattooed arms around her and how he would play with her hair as they would be cuddling. she knew she had to tell mason and had to stop leading him on. she thought she would start to love him once they got further into their relationship but it never happened.

"look mason, you're an amazing guy who deserves much more and i'm sorry i just can't give you my love if it's not there; you are truly wonderful and deserve someone who can love you back" y/n told him

"it's ok y/n but are you seriously going to go back to him? he doesn't love you like i do; he'll just hurt you again just like he did before" mason said.

maybe he was right but y/n would have to find that out on her own. she went back to germany to find him. she had too, the urge to find him was too much. she ended up going to dortmund and parked at the club's parking, she waited for him to come out.

after she waited for about 30 minutes, she saw him. there he was, it was that damn smile and his stupid laugh that could be heard. he was laughing at something sancho said, that was until he saw her. she got out of the car and weakly smiled at him, which then made him say bye to his teammates.

"what are you doing here??" christian said softly, he was infatuated by her after the breakup they stopped following each other on everything and kept their distance; although that didn't mean that he stopped looking at their pictures on his phone; he never deleted their pictures together.

"i needed to see you christian, i've missed you" she said as she looked up at him.

"no y/n i'm sorry, i'm so fucking sorry you deserved way better; i was young and two years might not seem as much but i've changed, i wanted to go see you but i was afraid you would reject me; i've missed you much more. if you're willing to give me another chance i promise i'll treat you better" he caressed her cheek while looking at her beautiful eyes; she nodded.

"i missed you pulisic" she said as she pulled him in to a needy kiss.

"i missed you more y/last name" he replied and hugged her tight.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── a/n:

if you have any requests feel free to comment!! mwuah d <3

[callmewrinkles3]

Phone Call

Summary: While sitting waiting for their hotel room to be available the day after Silverstone, Em gets a phone call that changes the rest of her year.

July 2023

It was supposed to just be an easy day, relaxing in the hotel while Blake and Dan had their meetings in Red Bull to prep for the tyre test and what Dan needed to do to be in contention for next year. A couple of hours later her phone rang, Em going out to the lobby to take the call.

“Hey Baby, what’s happening?”

“I know we said next year. I know. But how do you feel about finding somewhere to live in Faenza for the rest of the year?”

Her heart felt like it had stopped. This year. She couldn’t believe it.

“Seriously? I’m in public I can’t really talk. But what’s the details?”

“Helmut gave Nyck till Silverstone to get on Yuki’s level, he hasn’t done it. If the tyre test goes well tomorrow then it’s mine if I want it. But I promised you this year. And you’re pregnant. You won’t be able to go to the last races. I just..fuck.”

“Will you regret it if you say no?” It was quiet between them for a moment, the ease between them simple.

“Yeah. I will.”

Em took a deep breath before looking around the hotel, spotting people in team gear. She’d said yes already, but this felt different. “Then you do it .”

“You sure you’re ok with me taking it?”

“Yeah. It’s not going to be easy, but we did it before. We can do it again. I can’t totally talk, but do it. It’ll be fine.”

“Thank you Emmy.”

“Go prove you deserve it. I’ll see you soon. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Em stared at her tablet as she went back into the bar, staring at the mock up for the baby’s nursery that she’d been working on. Instead she pulled up one of her old travel spreadsheets and made a copy, getting to work with planning. This was going to be insane.

“What’s going on?” Charlie asked, Em shaking her head.

“It’s about what we talked about last night, Dan had to tell me something, I’ll tell you when we’re in one of the rooms?” Her words were clear enough that Charlie knew it was serious but didn’t reply, working out what she was doing for the week. It was working remote and running her sessions remotely where possible, but with the kids that wasn’t always a thing.

Finally Dan and Blake got back as their hotel rooms were ready, the four going up and piling into Dan and Em’s room. He’d organised a room with a balcony that looked over Silverstone for Em to watch the tyre test as he drove. When everyone was sitting down Dan spoke.

“If my times tomorrow are representative of the times I’ve been doing in the sim, I’ll be announced as an Alpha Tauri driver on Friday morning.”

The shock fully hit Em, staring at him as she felt the baby move. This is real. It’s happening. Oh god.

“Nyck’s seat?” Charlie asked and Dan nodded. “Does he know?”

“Marko gave him till Silverstone but he hasn’t improved. The gap with Yuki hasn’t changed at all. I think he thinks he’ll have till the summer but that won’t happen. Christian told me this is an audition for the big one. I heard some of the mechanics talking. Checo and Carola had a fight after the race on Sunday.”

“Poor girl.” Em was quiet for a moment. “So Friday? That’s soon. How does it feel?”

“Terrifying. But I’ll get there. You ready to be a wag again? Charlie are you ok with this? I know it wasn’t what you planned.”

“We’ll make it work. I…you belong in a car, Dan. You do. Blake and I can work out, right?”

“Yeah we will.” Em watched Blake take her hand and squeeze, holding onto her tightly. “Chuck comes first, if I need to go I’m going.”

“If you need to go I’m booking your flight myself. You made sure Dan and I made things work, it’s our turn now. But this is happening? We’re all good with it?”

“Yeah. It is. Fuck. I’m driving in a race in two weeks.”

After the four of them ate a late lunch they agreed to chill out in their own hotel rooms for the night. Dan pulled Em into his side as she ran her fingers through his curls.

“Have you told your parents yet?” Em asked quietly.

“Not yet. Not till it’s official? I don’t want them to think it’ll happen till it does. Plus they’ll ask about Mike and that…yeah. Fuck.”

“Oh Baby, I know. I know.” It still hurt that they didn’t speak anymore, that the hug she’d given him at Silverstone was the only time she’d seen him since her wedding. But she’d come home to see him leave the house in anger, Dan unwilling to talk about everything in their fight. She still missed her big brother so much, and spending weekends in the same hotel and garage would be surreal.

“Fuck. It’s just shit. He was my best man and two days later. It’s shit.”

“I know. And I can’t say anything else. But you won’t be working closely with him. And maybe it’ll thaw things.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

Em kept running her fingers through his hair, kissing Dan’s forehead. It had to be ok. It had to be.

[renegade-diamonds]

The idea of Alpha!Nancy slowly becoming physically affectionate in public with Omega!Robin once they start dating/courting is rotting in my brain right now.

I have a AU in my head where arranged marriages are considered the norm in ABO culture, but it's encouraged for alpha and beta youth to explore themselves after presenting in order to gain some real-life experience.

Omegas, however, tend to be treated different depending on the religious views of their families and culture.

Robin comes from a poor family in Hawkins, although their family history goes far back to the town's founding. Her parents have the wonderful idea of arranging a betrothal for her during her Sophomore year, and Robin's scared as hell about what that means. She tries to run away several times, only to return later because she has no way of driving or supporting herself at this point.

Her friends don't see the big deal; it's normal for betrothals to be formed in order to foster community relations, and because parents are typically viewed as 'knowing what's best' for their offspring. She barely gets along with her group anymore, and her parents don't actually seem to see her when it comes to what she wants.

Eventually she gets the nerve to tell her parents that, at the very least, she cannot be paired with a male. They seem to get it, although that severely limits her options. There aren't many female alphas around her age group, and those that are there tend to migrate towards male omegas in order to keep up the "Adam and Eve" religious theme that dominates Christian culture.

Everything happens the same in the show, and following the Battle of Starcourt, after she has her first heat (besides her presentation), her parents inform Robin that they've found her a match that should please her. It's customary for the courting alpha to first make their intentions known by offering a gift picked out by the omega's parents before the omega is told of their identity, and Robin is left with little information on which family her parents organized her betrothal with.

To make matters worse, the whole Upside-Down group is currently being rocked by the Byers (and El) moving away, Jonathan and Nancy's unexpected break up, Max's slow distancing of herself, and Robin's new spot in the group.

By the time the Summer is over, Robin's ready to get back into the swing of school. She doesn't think of her loaming betrothal, or her mysterious future-mate. Robin figures she'll probably run away before things get serious anyway- Operation Croissant is still a possibility after all.

Steve is a good friend and listens to her worries, but he's got a weird gleam in his eye- like there's something he knows but can't say. He's shifty when confronted, and Robin eventually just excuses his behavior as him being distract or busy with his complicated love-life (she's so envious of the freedom his parents give him to date who he wants, even if it's only because they never have time for this son anymore).

The remaining kids seem oddly interested in her life as well. Mike's constantly asking her questions, wanting advice, trying to learn everything he can about her. Robin's not too weirded out by it, she knows he's probably trying to make up for El and Will's absence. Dustin and Lucas are a bit more reserved, but no less friendly, while Max unofficially adopts her as a big sister in a surprising turn of events.

She never sees Nancy, although she hears through the grapevine that the girl's been fighting with her parents lately- something that's gotten worse ever since the alpha's breakup with Jonathan. Robin doesn't push it there, since Nancy hasn't really given her any real reason to consider themselves' friends.

Her parents stay up late the night before the first day of Senior Year. She hears them on the phone, softly talking with someone else about whether or not their daughter has the 'gift' ready, and if everything was still good to go. She knows right away that they're talking about the betrothal gift, and Robin's terrified to realize that the courtship process was going to start soon.

She's completely unprepared to be greeted first thing in the morning by a frowning Nancy Wheeler, who arrives at her house instead of Steve to take her to school. Her parents are giddy the whole time, and Robin has a gnawing feeling in her gut that won't go away. Nancy drives in silence, hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. She's obviously upset, but at least had the consideration to wear scent suppressers so it didn't overwhelm the omega. Robin barely reacts when they pull into the parking lot, find a spot, and sit in the car blankly for a few minutes- watching the other students go by.

Nancy finally asks her if she knows what's going on, and Robin swallows uneasily but replies that she has a pretty good idea. Nancy sighs in response and pulls out a small bracelet box- a rather expensive one too. She gently opens it to show the omega the beautiful piece of jewelry within, and Robin feels her heart shudder in her chest. It's a silver piece, with dark gems cut into leaf-life shapes decorating it. It's not something she'd usually wear, but it goes well with her colors and style. Robin hates how much she actually likes it. Nancy reaches over and fastens the bracelet around her wrist, something tight and unhappy in her expression.

Robin realizes with a sinking heart that this must be what caused her breakup with Jonathan. Nancy looks at her so intently- there's anger, but it's not directed at her. Still, she understands the hesitation in the alpha's gaze. Despite the craziness of the last summer, they barely know each other, and Nancy's just lost the person who many thought was her soulmate.

Robin knows without thinking that she can't possibly compete with that.

Still, Nancy is oddly pensive. More students start to arrive, and Robin knows they're going to get a lot of rumors flying around now that this seems to be official. She doesn't know how she's going to handle it- she doesn't know how she's going to handle Nancy. This whole situation is properly fucked.

Finally, the alpha talks and Robin tries to listen without letting her own nerves show. She knows what's expected of her now, she doesn't want to give Nancy any more reason to hate this. Not when they're still not exactly sure what this is. (beyond the whole betrothal aspect of their, still very new, relationship).

However, she doesn't expect Nancy to tell her to get out of the car, because they're going to be late. She doesn't expect to be so hurt by the way Nancy disappears into the crowds as soon as she's able to. She doesn't expect the ache in her chest to form so easily, but Robin knows it was going to show up sooner or later either way.

[hischierswhore]

back to december

pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader

In honor of “Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)” being released, this is based on “Back to December” by Taylor Swift 💜

You sat in the nearly empty café at a small table for two, hidden in the back corner of the room. You anxiously waited for the little bell above the door to ring, signifying that someone had entered. As you waited, your leg started bouncing up & down and your hands became clammy. You hadn’t seen Christian in nearly a year.

Around 10 minutes passed when the bell rang. Your legs immediately stood up, in hopes that it would be him, and a small smile crept onto your face as you saw his beautifully freckled face walking towards your table.

“Hey” Christian spoke as he approached you. You stood up to give him a quick hug, but you decided against it at the last minute.

“Hey. I’m so glad you were able to make some time to see me” You responded as you gestured for him to sit, him simply whispering a “yeah” as he sat down.

“How’s life? How’s your family? I haven’t seen them in a while”

“I’ve been good, busier than ever. They’re doing good too. Avery’s getting so big” He let out a slight laugh, and it made you happy to hear it for the first time in months.

You both small talk for a bit, talking about work & the weather, but you can sense that he’s a bit tense. His guard is most certainly up, and you know exactly why.

The last time he saw you was still replaying in the back of his mind: you leaving him. He had brought you some roses, and you left them there to die after that night.

“I’m just going to get it out of the way already. I’m so incredibly sorry for that night. I’ve tried to hard to move on after all these months but I just find myself missing you”

Christian didn’t speak. He watched you intently as you spoke, watching you let everything that you’d been holding in for all this time out.

“I haven’t been able to sleep, Chris. For 9 months I’ve spent each night thinking about the night I left. I’ve thought about how I didn’t call you on your birthday two months ago”

“Sometimes I think about the summer and all the times I watched you laughing in the passenger side” Chris spoke suddenly.

“And then I realized I loved you in the fall” You said quietly.

“But then the winter came and you were gone. I gave you all of my love and you decided it was time to leave” He mumbled as he let his head fall, staring down at the empty table in-front of him. You felt a pang of guilt in your chest at his words. It was your fault.

“I miss the way you held me in your arms that September night-”

“-the first time I ever saw you cry” Christian finished your sentence for you, memories from that night coming back to him.

Silence filled the air between you both, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“Maybe this is wishful thinking, but if we loved again, I swear I’d love you right. But if you’re not ready to try again, I understand” You looked at him, hoping he would lift his gaze and look you in the eyes.

“I can’t, Y/n. I can’t put my heart on the line again for you, when you might just turn around and break it like you did before” He looked at you as he spoke, his eyes slightly glossed over. He looked as if he was fighting back tears.

“But-”

“But nothing. I accept your apology, but it’s time for both of us to move on. We were great while we lasted, but I just can’t go through that pain again. You didn’t call once to see how I was doing, to see if I was okay. I waited for your name to appear on my phone for weeks, only for it to never happen. You can’t break my heart, disappear for months and then come waltzing back in like nothing happened, like you didn’t happen” A tear trickled down Christian’s face as he spoke.

“I’m so sorry, Chris”

“I know you are, and I accept your apology. But this” He gestured between the pair of you “Won’t happen again” You simply nodded your head at his words, unable to find words to express how you felt.

It was silent once again until Christian decided it was time to go.

“Well, thanks for inviting me. I think it was good for both of us to get it off our chests” He went in for a hug and you nearly melted into it. You missed this feeling, and you would never have it again.

A few seconds passed and Chris let go, saying goodbye one last time for walking out of the café. This time it was you who watched him leave, and your heart shattered the same way his had when you had left him.

“I’d go back to December all the time”

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[moondust-imagines]

Poly Adam & Christian requester here! (I need another name because that’s a little long to type everytime lol) that was absolutely amazing and it was so great! The angst, the heartache, the allusion to Christian thinking of someone else other than his girlfriend/wife. It had all the elements, I’d love to see another part to Crumbling that has more angst, I’d love to see the friction and problems dragged out a bit more before getting to the fluffiness if possible? I’d love to see more of the reader keeping her kids sheltered from Christian and his problems he’s causing and Adam doing his best to protect the reader and the kids from him also and Christian and Christian just continuing to make their personal (and on screen) lives miserable. I can even see the reader going as far as to threatening to kick Christian out/Divorcing him if he causes a big enough scene or issue at home when it starts getting to be too much

Warnings: SMUT 18+ please my loves

Crumbling Part 2

Christian was gone, again. Your youngest daughter had screamed for him to stay, refusing to let him put her down. She hadn’t stopped crying even when you had pulled her from his arms. You had finally got her to sleep and you were ready to crash into bed yourself.

Adam wandered out of the en-suite as you walked into the bedroom. You hadn’t spoken to him since you had stepped between him and Christian. He seemed to look through you when his eyes landed on you. He perched himself on the edge of the bed then motioned for you to come closer. You stood in between his legs, his hands resting on your hips.

“I’m sorry for fighting with him” He said quietly, his voice hoarse.

“It’s alright, I don’t think any of us are in our right minds just now” You replied. You ran your fingers through his hair, gently scratching at his scalp. His eyes were closed but he was clearly trying to calm his breathing.

“Do you think he’s actually… with Shayna?” He asked shakily. Adam didn’t have the cleanest history in your relationship, 2005 was a year none of you liked to talk about. But he had been trying to make up for it ever since and you had all moved past it. However, it meant his mind always came to the worst conclusion when there was issues in your relationship.

“No. He wouldn’t do that to us” You said. No matter how far gone Christian got, you knew he loved both of you too much to break your trust like that. Adam’s shoulders started to shake, then his tears broke free. You cradled his head against your chest as he sobbed.

“I just want him back” He sobbed, words muffled against your body.

-

The next morning it was Adam’s turn to leave. The kids had a routine when their dads left: they would sit on the staircase facing the front door giving their best puppy dog eyes. Adam currently had your son in a tight embrace as you daughters waited their turn.

“You guys have to be good for Mama ok?” He said quietly. All three of them nodded solemnly. Your youngest clung onto him next.

“Can you bring Papa home with you?” She asked hopefully. Adam looked at you nervously over her head.

“Papa’s really busy remember bug? He’s the champ” You explained gently, picking her carefully out of his arms.

“OK Mama” She sighed. Adam gave you a sad smile before leaning in to peck your lips, cradling the little one’s head with his free hand.

“I love you” He whispered

“Love you, be safe” You replied

You all watched him walk out the door, only turning to blow you all a quick kiss. Anticipating the usual meltdown once the door shut, you quickly put on a big smile.

“Alright, who wants to watch some Bluey?” You asked. Your cheerful question was met with cheers and a stampede to the couch.

-

By the time the whole house was tided it was very late and you were exhausted. Adam had been gone for 4 days already, Christian even longer. At least the kids were settling in to them being gone longer now. You contemplated between pouring yourself a glass of wine or just going to bed. Just as you found the bottle you wanted, you saw someone in the corner of your eye.

“Jesus, Christian I didn’t even hear you come in, give a girl some warning” You joked, half forgetting that he doesn’t do jokes anymore.

He didn’t say a word. He rushed over to you and pulled you into a steamy kiss. One of his hands holding the back of your neck, the other grabbing a handful of your ass. You moaned into his mouth, you mind not quite comprehending what was going on. He pushed you up to sit on the counter before pulling your leggings off quickly.

“Christian, what if the kids wake up?” You asked breathlessly. That probably wasn’t the question you should’ve asked but it was all your short-circuiting brain could think of.

Again, he said nothing. He quickly pulled out his member and pushed into you. He groaned at the tight sensation of your walls. The pace he set was brutal, clearly only chasing his own realise.

“So fucking good for me” He muttered into your hair, so quiet you barely heard him.

Your face was pressed into his shoulder, your hands desperately grabbing at his back for purchase. Your whole body shifted with each powerful thrust. Christian kept mumbling random praise into your hair. He had always been a sweet-talker during sex but you weren’t quite expecting it now. His thrusts started getting sloppier as he got closer to his release, then he spilled into you.

“I love you” He panted

-

“He WHAT?” Adam roared. You were sat on the bed watching him pace the room. You had just told him about Christian’s last visit and his escapades in the kitchen.

“Who the fuck does he think he is? Comes in here, gets his rocks off then leaves again?” Adam ranted. You weren’t sure what to say. Were you upset that the man you love wanted to make love to you? No. Would you have preferred he had at least hung around afterward? Yes.

“Are you ok?” He asked, finally turning to face you. You hadn’t really thought about that. Before you could even think, tears pooled in your eyes. Adam was by your side in an instant, both hands cradling your face.

“I think it’s time he moved out, honey. He can’t keep acting like this” He said softly. More tears cascading down your face as you nodded in agreement.

[multiplefandomwritings]

“Eh, what the fuck is wrong with him?”

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader (in the first part only platonically)

warnings: mention of crash and injury (minor, such as bruising and concussion), swearing, mentioned of physical assault (someone is pushed), Max is behaving like an asshole (but only in the beginning), use of y/n but some established family relations, enemies to lovers

summary: You are the first female Formula One driver, being contracted by the Red Bull Team after having ended a successful season with Torro Rosso. The infamous max Verstappen is your teammate, and he seems to see his biggest enemy in you.

notes: This story was written inspired by a prompt saying: one-sided rivalry where one of them wants fierce competition and the other one is just “eh? what the hell is wrong with this person?” Since we love ourselves some good enemies to lovers, I really wanted to write this.

disclaimer: English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. Feel free to leave comments and/or feedback <3

word count: 2.6k

you can find part two here

Driving alongside Max Verstappen was a pain in the ass. While you two were supposed to be acting as a team, presenting the Red Bull Formular One Team together, all he seemed to know was that you were his greatest competitor.

It might be because you were a woman, or because you were a lot calmer in nature than Max, but you could not care less for this fierce competition, even the enmity, Max wanted to create between the two of you.

It was another race, and once again, you and Max were engaged in fighting for a spot. You were clearly faster than him, but he would not let you through. It started to annoy you, especially because in the past, when he was faster, you let him pass. After all, he was your team mate, and you could acknowledge the fact that he was better than you on his good days.

You tried another time to overtake him, just for him to almost go wheel to wheel with you. “Eh, what the fuck is wrong with him?”, you complained into your radio, “I know Max is the golden boy, but could please fucking tell him to let me through? I am clearly faster!” “Copy that, we are trying!” You huffed in annoyance, and tried to overtake him once again. And then, finally he moved just enough for you to squeeze through. “For fucks sake, finally!”, you exclaimed. “Push, y/n, push. Currently P4, you might be able to make it to the podium!” “Got it!”, you said and with that, you pushed.

“And that is a podium for Red Bull today here! Y/N finishes seconds, and Max Verstappen is only two places behind her, coming in fourth! What a day for Red Bull!” You waved out of your car, euphoria still rushing through your blood. You were really, really proud of yourself and the team, so you were quick to discard the stunt Max had pulled earlier.

You were used to men trying to aggravate you – after all, Formula One was a men’s world, so you were the odd one out. I did not bother you, as you had proven everyone when being promoted to the Red Bull Team – Or so you thought. The voices of doubt, envy and sexism were still around. But you did not care most of the time. Some nights it had you crying silent tears of loneliness and despair, but you got up every morning ready to smile into the faces of the haters.

Today was no different. You had just been promoted to Red Bull this season, after Daniel had surprisingly decided to leave the team for Renault. When Christian Horner called you personally, you almost freaked out on the phone. You were afraid to not meet the expectations, but that was quickly forgot when you finished fifth in Australia and Spain, right after the golden boy Max Verstappen.

The team was more than happy with your performance, while Max seemed to take it as a cue to become your greatest enemy. You could not even think of the times you two spoke normally to each other. You only exchanged few words here and there, and in the beginning, it was rather awkward. He clearly seemed to be a bit weirded out by you being a female, which you did not mind. You found it quite adorable actually, but after the first few meetings where he had you laughing more often than not, he suddenly turned cold towards you. No one could understand why, and no matter how hard the team tried to get him to warm up with you, it simply would not work.

You pulled into the pits and were quickly engulfed by your team. “Great fucking job!”, Christian Horner came over to you to pull you in a side hug. You could only smile so widely that your cheeks started to hurt. Quickly you were led to the podium, where you got to celebrate with Lewis and Sebastian. It was a bliss, really and pure euphoria.

This euphoria was however quickly lost in the next race the following week. Max had driven like a madman again, and he seemed even more aggressive than usual. You both were on podium positions right now, you behind him and you went into the last of the laps. You wanted to try to overtake Max one last time, since your team had given you green light if there would be the possibility. Technically, the possibility was there – until it was not.

And this was not was brought upon you by Max Verstappen himself, as he totally unnecessarily drove into your side so violently, that had not only had you spinning, but led to your vehicle flipping over and landing on the roof.

“Y/N?”, one of the engineers said, and you could barely hear him, since there were so many noises around him. Additionally, your ears rang from the impact and the shock. “Are you alright?” You quickly checked if everything on your body seemed alright, and so far, it felt fine. But you knew that once the adrenaline would wear off, you would very likely notice some bruises and maybe even a concussion. You wanted to scream, pure hatred surging through your veins. “Yes, yes, I am okay I think!” You tried to climb out of the car, but your position – hanging upside down – made that very hard. Suddenly, among the normal smells of the race track, your nose picked up something pungent. You tried to calm yourself down. “Just get me out of here, I think there is fire!” “Copy that, we are on the way!”

The medics had insisted to look at you, but you brushed it off. Every body part was still where it was supposed to be, and you were not heavily bleeding, so you would be fine until after the race. Now, you were angry and full of adrenaline, and you wanted to talk to Max immediately. You made your way back to the paddock alongside the track.

Once you arrived, Christian immediately rushed over to you. “I heard that you did not want to be looked at by the paramedics, are you sure that is the right decision? The crash looked nasty!” You scoffed. “Because it fucking was! I will seek medical treatment later, but before that I need to have a word with Max!” The team principle nodded. “I understand that. Just try to leave him in one piece, okay? What he did was not okay, and will have consequences, but if you attack him now, you will be in trouble.”

In that moment, Max pulled into the paddock. Usually, when one of you landed a podium position, even more when one of you won, the team was screaming and cheering. Today, it was eerily quiet. It took everything you had to not either strangle Max with his headphones, or punch him in the face. You walked over to him, the whole team watching in suspension. A blank facial expression rested on your usually happy features, as you marched in his direction.

He expected you to scream at him, yell in his face, even physically attacking him, but you were stronger than that. You came to a halt right in front of him, and looked him straight into the eye. “I hope that win was worth almost killing me, Verstappen!“, you spitted, turned on your heel and left the garage.

You only later learned that after you had left, Danny and Nico had taken the more violent approach. They did not hit your team mate, but Nico shoved him into the wall, hard apparently, while the two yelled at him. It made you laugh, when the Renault drivers had visit you in the hospital and told you. Yet, being the kind person you were, you told them to take it easy on the Dutchman the next time. “But Y/N”, Nico sounded seriously concerned, “You could have died!” You sighed. It was very kind of the two Renault driver, who you thought of as your older brothers, to be so concerned. “Listen, I really appreciate that you stand up for me, but there is already enough shit talk about me in the media, and I don’t need more drama.” The two nodded understandingly, both pressed a kiss on each of your cheeks and let the doctors do their work.

You were released from the hospital in the early evening, and since you did not feel like meeting any of your team colleagues, you asked Pierre and Charles if they wanted to grab some pizza and just enjoy a bit of time off. They obviously, being your friends and insanely relieved that you were alright, said yes, so you made your way over to their hotel, were you spent not more than two hours, because tiredness suddenly hit you like a sledgehammer.

Once you arrived in your hotel, you went straight up to your room. You had let Christian, as well as your manager, known that you were not available for any kind of comment as off now, and that you would need some days to think about the incident. They were very understanding and assured you that they would only call when there was important news.

However, sleep did not want overcome you once you laid on your bed, which is why you decided to catch some fresh air. You made your way down to one of the public balconies of your hotel and sat down on one of the comfortable couches standing around. The cool nightly air felt good on your skin, and you knew that you were going to be sore the next day. After the incident in the garage, you had agreed to go to the hospital, to make sure that the injuries were only minor. But apart from bruising, contusions and a minor concussion, you were okay.

Physically at least. When you closed your eyes, pictures of the accident flooded your mind. You shook your head and pulled your legs up, close to your chest and rested your head on your knees. It was not like you had never crashed before, but this one was by far the worst one yet.

Suddenly, you heard the sliding doors open, and you looked up. You saw a figure standing there, but you could not see much. After all, it was almost in the middle of the night. The person walked over to the bannisters of the balcony, and you were surprised, that he – you could only make out that it was a man – did not see you. Once he stepped into the light, you held your breath.

What an unlucky bastard you were. There he stood – Max Verstappen. Leaned against the banister, slumped over and he was… crying? Stifled sobs came from his directions, and you could hear the shaky breaths he took. The whole situation was so bizarre, and before you could stop yourself, you said something. “Max?”

He basically whipped around in your direction, just now realizing he was not alone. “Are you okay? If you want to, you can take a seat next to me and we can talk.” You did not know what was going on with you, maybe it was more than a minor concussion. He did not say a word, but he did move over to you nonetheless.

He hesitated for a moment when he stood in front of you, unsure whether you really meant it. So, you padded next to yourself reassuringly. Max followed your second invitation and sunk onto the couch next to you. “You are here… And not in the hospital?”, questioned Max and you wanted to laugh at the bizarreness of the situation. He was not crying anymore, but you could see that his eyes were bloodshot, and his cheeks were tearstained.

“They send me back here, it is nothing big. A few bruises, a minor concussion, the usually stuff that happens after a crash.” You did not know why you were so kind; you knew that he did not deserve this after what he had done. But you were never one to hold grudges, and seeing him like this made your heart ache.

“Only that this was not a usual crash!”, Max said, his voice hoarse, “I almost killed you!” “But then again, you did not. I am still here, and no worries, you will not get rid of me so easily, even if that is what you really seem to want.” Max sighed. “I am so, so sorry. I never wanted any of this to happen. I really wanted to us to get along in the beginning, but then I felt like that you would constantly, and always laugh about me, and I…” “Wait what?”, you interrupted him, completely dumbfounded. “Please, let me speak. I talked to the team today, and it was a hard talk, they really were not afraid to call me out on my bullshit. Anyway, I realized that this was not the case, and I just acted out because I thought you were mocking me, and my huge-ass ego could not take that. Oh my God, I am such an idiot!”, he rambled.

You would have probably laughed, if this situation was not so serious. “Max, listen. I am very sorry that you thought that I was mocking you – but it was quite different. Actually, you made me laugh all the time. You are actually really funny, and I really like your humor.” The driver next to you shook his head. “There is no reason for you to apologize or compliment me. Why are you being such a good person, Y/N? I truly do not deserve it!”

You shifted your body in the direction of the man next to you and looked at you. “Well clearly a lot of things went wrong between us, but I can tell that you apology is sincere. I would like us to start over. For the team and for ourselves.” Max nodded slightly. You took a deep breath and let out a little chuckle. You must have hit your head harder indeed, because what you were about to say would let you look like you lost your mind. “There is two weeks to the next race, and I would like us to be friends by that point, if you are up for that. What I am about to say is going to sound crazy – but how about the two of us spend these two weeks somewhere together, so that we can talk everything out and get to know each other?” The man next to you was quiet for a moment, and that made you uncomfortable.

“Forget it, it was a stupid id-“ “Where do you wanna go? It is going to be my treat; I will take care of everything.” You looked at the man completely stunned. “I think that is a great idea. A little time off track will be good for both of us, and I would love to be able to make it up to you. So, where do you wanna go?”

And that was that. You woke up the next morning, your head hurting a little bit and your body sore. You were not exactly sure if you had dreamt the encounter, or if it really happened. But when you looked at your phone, you realized that what had happened was reality. “Portugal sounds alright?” You were still entirely confused about yesterday, but somehow you were really excited to spend the next two weeks with the Dutchman. All you wanted was for you two to be able to talk normally each other, and support each other as friends and teammates. That was at least what you told yourself.

“Sure. When are we leaving?” You sent Max a quick test before taking a cold shower that luckily soothed the pain you were in. When you were done, Max had sent you the details, as well as your ticket. Two hours before you flight, he picked you up from your room, and together you managed to leave the hotel without the media noticing.

[dirtywresling102]

So I know this is a bit of a odd combo, but could you do a Cash Wheeler x Hook x Christian Cage x MJF x Female!Reader where they’re all a mixed faction, but these men are also all fighting for the reader constantly? I actually really love these four and I’d love to see what happens when they’re all paired together

Pairing: Cash Wheeler x Hook x Female!Reader x Christian Cage x MJF

Warnings: Men fighting over their same crush, cussing, slight obsession towards reader, bets placed about sex

Imagine Requests: Open!

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"You think she likes you? Ha!" MJF laughed in Hooks face as Hook stood there with no emotion showing what so ever. "Kid, she runs from your goofy ass hair style."

"And like you don't have a goofy ass hair style?" Christian chuckled as he tightens his boots up for the night. They were getting ready to do a promo with you which started soon.

"Yeah, Christian and I are the only ones who have a decent cut, you both look like clowns." Cash laughed, shaking his head with a smile.

"Shut up, doesn't mean Y/N likes old geezers." MJF snapped towards the two older men. "Maybe she wants them young, like me."

"I'm pretty sure I'm younger than you." Hook raised his eyebrow.

"Maybe she likes them older." Cash grinned widely, clasping a hand over Christian's back.

"Yeah!" Christian agreed.

"I bet I can get her to kiss me first!" Hook blurted out making everyone stop and stare at him. Hook bit the inside of his cheek not knowing what to say.

"Oh yeah?" MJF stood tall in front of Hook, chewing his gum and smirking. "I bet I can get her to suck my dick first." MJF raised his eyebrow in a devilish way.

Christian and Cash shared a look, not saying anything. "I bet I can get her on my dick first." Christian engaged.

"I bet I can-"

You walked through the door making all the men shutting their mouths. "You bet you can what?" You laughed, raising your eyebrow to Cash who's face became bright red. "Woah," You looked around, noticing the mood changing. "Did I kill the mood?"

All the men exhaled a breath as they knew you had no idea they were making sexual bets against you. "Nothing." Cash nervously chuckled and scratched the back of his head.

"Whatever you weirdos, the promo starts in ten, meet me in catering." You waved them goodbye and left the room.

"Way to almost ruin our bets." MJF rolled his eyes towards Cash.

"I bet I can get her to come on my tongue and fingers first." Cash smirked darkly.

[mountingpulisic]

JUST MARRIED

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i don't think i lied when i said i wanted that life

maybe I was too young to understand what i wanted to begin with

but, babe, it was true, with all that I knew

you had idolized marriage from a young age. craving the imitancy, the closeness, the unconditional love that it brought. 

or so you thought it brought. 

saying i do before your twenty-sixth birthday seemed ideal, you were on the right path, checking off the boxes that qualified for a happy life. 

but now as you stand in the shower after another pointless fight with christian, you begin to question if you were too young to take on the responsibilities that came with being a wife.  

water trickling down your face as you stood underneath the showerhead, you couldn’t stop the tears that began to escape. 

it felt like forever that december, too

a fairytale start, crossing our hearts

rode off in a car that said, "just married"

christian and you had tied the knot at a small ceremony in december. all of your loved ones surrounded you as you exchanged vows, promising each other forever. 

it was the beginning of your fairytale, the few chapters that took place before the happy ending.  

but i wasn't made for fixing a plate

or keeping our problems buried

i wasn't strong enough to keep on

with all of the weight that i carried

yeah, it was love

then it was just married

then the problems started to occur.

christian had expected you to quit your job in order to play the role of housewife for him, something you never envisioned yourself doing, but you did. 

you told yourself that in order for this to work you had to compromise, you had to stuff your independence in a box and shelf it, for the sake of your marriage. 

you felt as if this was the right thing to do, so you painted on a smile and handed your two weeks in at a job you’ve loved since you graduated. 

you had regretted it, nonetheless. 

you didn’t have a distraction anymore when it came to burying your problems with your husband, an escape from the cold house you found yourself residing in. 

you weren’t built for this life, the life you always saw on television. the wife who acted on every need of her husband, you jumped at the chance of being the poster child when it came to a perfect marriage. 

as the tears began to downpour at a steady stream, you pondered when it turned from love to just married. 

long distance texts, make-up-for-time sex

tired of asking when i'll see you next

i'm too mad to fight, so i stare and cry

at the picture of you and me wearing white

just married

just married

christian was gone ninety percent of the time during your first few months married, off somewhere playing for chelsea as you sat at home alone. 

back then he had still made an effort on communicating with you through texts. 

it was after your third anniversary that you stopped asking when he was going to be back in town for longer than a week, the presence you used to crave dearly, now was just a constant reminder of a lifeless marriage. 

stepping out of the shower, your mind flashed back to the fight that occurred only twenty minutes ago. 

you just stood there as he yelled. 

during his fit of rage, he had smashed a plate to the wall, not being able to contain his anger over you suggesting the simple act of leaving. 

storming off somewhere, you were left to clean up the mess he made once again.

shaky hands slowly collected up the pieces of the broken dish, strangely resembling your marriage at the moment. 

broken.

it was a beautiful wedding

sometimes i still taste the veuve

and dammit, i wish i wasn't this ready

to undo i do

exiting the bathroom, your footsteps begin to slow down when you approach the picture that sat nicely on your night stand.

it was from the day of your wedding. 

wide smiles and eyes full of love were prominent in the moment captured, you timidly smiled to yourself. 

you two looked so happy, what went wrong? 

if you could’ve gone back in time, you would’ve stopped the wedding, warning yourself about the turmoil that was bound to hit.

but even after the fight, that thought alone made your stomach turn, you didn’t regret marrying christian, you still loved him with all of your being. If you were being honest with yourself, you just wish you weren’t so ready to undo i do. 

but I wasn't made for fixing a plate

and getting divorced sounds scary

but I'm just not strong enough to hold on

with all of the weight that I carried

yeah, it was love

It really was

then it was just married

divorce had always scared you growing up. 

your parents being to blame, it brought out the worst in people. 

you saw your dad go from being the hero to the villain in a blink of a second, collecting collateral damage as he blazed through the home. 

you weren’t as strong as your mom to hold on, granted she had children to worry about and you didn’t, but you still couldn’t find a reason to fight. 

a reason to stay. 

you wanted to be in love, not just married.

a/n: hope you guys like it! kind of on the fence if i want to salvage the marriage at the end or just let it be over

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