#THEY MADE HIM GO TO ABU DHABI ALONE OKAY :<

[skitskatdacat63]

Fernando S2E2 - "Welcome Home"

[ferrstappen]

let me take care of it l LN4

a/n: this was inspired by the gorgeous gorgeous scene of K-mag and his daughter 💘 also, this is ALL OVER THE PLACE bc I wrote it on my phone in like 15 min but still hope you like it💘 I’ll also update dad max tomorrow 💘

summary: when papa isn’t feeling his best, baby Norris knows what she has to do.

Lando wasn’t feeling his best and everyone could see it; it didn’t matter what anyone said, whether it was his dad, mum, sisters, Zak, Oscar, even you… he couldn’t stop being so harsh on himself that every person on the paddock wanted to lay his back and tell him to catch a break, he still is one of the best.

Your arrival to Abu Dhabi has been one worthy of the last race of the season, the private flight full of the Norris family, from the little ones to the in laws, with your parents chatting and laughing with Lando’s mum as they took turns to hold Amalia.

Everything was going great, really, but as the weekend started rolling and after quali, his smile faltered, face hardened, bringing himself down for some mistake.

So you made sure the hotel room had everything he needed, left Amalia sleeping on the crib while you picked his race day boxers, McLaren tshirt and joggers, so he could just throw his body to the bed and fall asleep.

“Do you want to talk about it?” You asked him as he settled his body in front of yours, not even asking to be the little spoon.

“No, but I just want tomorrow to be over so we can go home and be alone, you know?” His voice came out muffled by the pillow and your arm. “The only thing I want is to get home and start decorating for Christmas, Amy’s first Christmas… that’s all I want,”

“Okay then, let’s focus on that,” kissing his shoulder, you noticed his breathing slowing down.

Amalia Norris was a known face around the paddock, even if she couldn’t speak or even walk, she greeted everyone with a quick movement of her hand and happy squeal, depending on who it was.

Now, she had big things to protect her ears from all the sounds, Lando’s helmet and gloves in front of her and just as she was about to reach for the gloves and get scolded by you, Lando appeared with his usual smile, chest buffing at the sight of his two girls cheering him on, both wearing papaya.

“Do you want to help me get ready for the car, bubba?” Lando asked his daughter and she clapped her hands, giggling, almost as if she was trying to say something but couldn’t. “Okay, gloves please,”

Lando supposed it was going to be a show but no, his daughter had a concentrated look on her face as her small hands grabbed the glove and put it on Lando’s hand, repeating the action.

Before putting on the helmet, Lando picked her up, giving her a tight hug and loudly kissing her cheek just to fill his ears with her melodic laugh, the only fuel he needed. He closed his eyes while her hands grabbed both of his cheeks to get him closer and leave a kiss on his forehead, and in that moment Lando thought he was capable to give up the last race of the season just for this moment to never end.

“I think you need the helmet, huh?” You reminded the pair, taking Amalia from your boyfriend’s arms.

Lando gave you a quick peck on the lips before putting on the helmet, adjusting it until it was perfect, but there was one last detail.

“Visor, baby,” Lando pointed at it and Amalia carefully closed it, now he was ready.

“Good luck, daddy!” You told him as you noticed people were looking for him.

“Daddy? I thought in public it was papa,” he cheekily added, making you blush.

“Shut up, go get second place!” You joked before blowing him a kiss.

“I’m only thinking about our Christmas tree, baby. I love you both.”

[starkwlkr]

it’s nothing new | sebastian vettel

part 1 part 3

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

update: i decided to make this into a series, thanks for reading! you can read it here!

“hello?”

“mark, hi.”

“y/n? it’s been a while. how are you?” the aussie asked. it had been years since you spoke to mark, but he always kept you updated. he sent messages about how everyone in the paddock was doing, which you appreciated him for.

“i . . i’m okay. is this a bad time to talk to you?” you asked. you suddenly remembered about time zones.

“it’s alright, i always have time for you. what’s going on?” he questioned.

“so i am at my sister’s house and i didn’t want to sleep the whole flight so i decided to read your book.” you replied. “it’s a beautiful book, mark.”

“thanks.” he knew there was more you wanted to say. “are you mad?”

“mad about what?” you asked. “what you wrote about sebastian and i? is that what you’re talking about?”

“well yeah. i tried to contact you several times. you wouldn’t answer my messages so i assumed you changed numbers. seb told me he didn’t care if i wrote it in—”

“mark, i’m not mad. i’m far from it. i just want to know if it’s true. did he tell you everything? the night he won the title, i mean.” you asked. you remembered that night clearly. you didn’t finish the race, but that didn’t stop you from celebrating with sebastian.

“he would never lie about you, love. i told him to tell you, just to get it off his chest but he wouldn’t. you were with someone else, it was wrong.” mark explained. “you know the day you announced your engagement, he hated himself for not telling you sooner. maybe things would’ve ended differently if he had.”

maybe . .

“does he hate me?”

there was always that possibility. but when it came to sebastian, he would rather die than say he hates you.

“he could never hate you even if you did throw a show at him and call him a cunt.” mark chuckled. “he still loves you, you know, he asks about you all the time and i have no idea what to tell him.”

“well maybe i could tell him myself . . do you have his phone number?”

after you were given seb’s number, you noticed he never changed it. you weren’t sure why, but you decided to text him instead of calling.

y/n

hi seb, it’s y/n. i know it’s been so long and i’m sorry for how things ended. i hope you’re doing great. i’m not doing too good right now. my marriage is ending so i have that going for me. i’m staying with my sister and her family. anyways, i hope you don’t mind me messaging you. mark gave me your number but turns out i still have it saved. speaking of mark, i read his book on the flight, it’s very interesting. i’ll leave you alone now, thanks for caring about me all these years.

after you sent the message, you didn’t expect a reply. it was as if he was waiting for a message this whole time.

seb

hi y/n. i hope you know i never forgot about you after all this time. i’m sorry about your marriage, i really am. i don’t mind at all that you message me, i never changed my number in hopes that one day you would. as for mark’s book, i hope you’re not mad, but if you need to know, it’s all true and i wouldn’t change anything. being with you made me happy and everytime i hear your name, i’m reminded of the joyful memories we shared. i have something to tell you, only a few people know. i plan to retire at the end of the 2022 season. it would be nice if you would come to abu dhabi for my last race. i understand if you can’t make it. take care and i love you always. (it’s nothing new at this point)

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[thepersonnamedsam]

memories - mv1

pairing: max verstappen x fem!reader

summary: a trip down memory lane helps max overcome his biggest fear

word count: 1k

warnings: mentions of panic attacks/hyperventilation, the gas station

note: the first ever story for my 1‘000 follower special! finally

masterlist / taglist

Max hated the flashbacks. The times his mind played tricks on him - he hated it so much that he started to try and hurt himself to make it stop.

He stopped when he met you though. He was only 14 years old when he first saw you at the gas station with your family.

His father left him that day, sad and hungry. He heard you laugh before he saw you. But the moment you fell into his eyesight he forgot all about his worries - how to get home, how to face his father, how to eat.

You saw that little, okay maybe not so little, boy, standing all alone at a gas station in a foreign country. You had to go and talk to him. Ask him if he was alright. He wasn’t, but you made it alright with your presence.

„Max, do you remember the day we met? Hmm? It was a long time ago, over 10 years“, your voice quiet but steady. „Max, honey, listen to me; breathe in through your nose and breathe out through your mouth.“

Max‘ head laid in your lap. Your hands softly gripped his head and his eyes were fixated on your face. It reminded him of your first kiss.

You were laying in the grass of a field. Your head in his lap, his hands brushing hair out of your face. „Can I kiss you?“, he had asked softly. His heart was racing, feared of your rejection. But you had smiled softly at him and nodded your head yes.

His eyes closed and your lips touched. The kiss had been dry and warm. You felt his chapped lips against your soft ones. He was so gentle, afraid to break you in any way.

„Maxy, can you look at me, please?“

Max opened his eyes, he saw you staring down at you, the softest smile formed on your lips.

„Hi honey, you’re doing so good. Let’s steady that breathing of yours, hmm?“, you hummed. His head only barely able to nod.

„Alright, you remember box breathing?“, you asked him. „You remember the time I told you about my therapist and how she taught me this method?“

You had just gotten out of therapy and Max was waiting with his VW Golf in front of the building. „How was it?“, he’d asked. „Good, tiring. She taught me this method to regulate my breathing“, you told him.

„You breathe in for seven seconds and imagine the top line of a box, then you hold your breath for seven seconds and imagine the right side of that box. Breathe out for seven seconds again and imagine the underside and therefore you hold your breath for seven seconds again and imagine the left side.“

It had worked. For you at least. Every time Max was close to boil over he tried the box breathing - only to think back about the moment you told him how it worked.

„Honey, you’re doing so great. Breath in - hold - breathe out and hold again. Good. Can you look at me, Max?“

His blue eyes searched yours and he felt safe. He felt safe in your arms and would only ever feel safe in yours. You were his rock, his safe haven. You and only you.

„Hi Max“, you smiled at the boy. „Hi“, he waved back at you. „I didn’t think I‘d ever see you again“, he told you. „I know where you live“, you had laughed. „We brought you home, remember?“

His cheeks reddened with heat; „Oh yeah, thanks for that again.“ - „No problem, Maxy.“ He still wondered how and why you came back. He was a pathetic little boy. He was only successful when he won, but he didn’t, he was rightfully treated like he was.

But still, you stood there, smiling and looking at him with those hopeful eyes. And he knew that moment he couldn’t ever let you go.

„Good, good! You’re regulating your breathing, that’s so good. Max, you are in your drivers room in Abu Dhabi. You just got pole position. It’s okay, I’m here.“

Max looked at you and slowly sat up. He leaped forward and hugged you tight. He was glad to have you by his side.

„Thank you“, Max breathed out. „Don’t thank me for that.“

Max smiled lightly and you finally saw that spark light up his eyes again. His hand went into his pocket and took out a little red velvet box.

One last deep breath and Max bent down on to one knee and opened the box. The ring inside was shimmering in the light of the room. Tears started to form in your eyes.

„y/n, I love you, with all my heart. You shared my life with me for the last decade and I am so thankful for that.

From the first delicate notes of our story to the crescendo of shared dreams, you've become the symphony that colors my world. As we dance through the chapters of our lives, I can't help but envision the harmonious future that awaits us. With each step, I've realized that love is not just a fleeting emotion; it's the foundation upon which we've built a sanctuary of understanding and compassion.

So, in this serenade of time, I offer you my heart, an eternal promise wrapped in the delicate strings of vulnerability. Will you, with grace as boundless as the ocean, share this waltz of life with me? Let our love be the melody that guides us through the verses yet unwritten, and may our journey be a masterpiece painted with the strokes of enduring affection.“

„Yes, you little poet!“ And Max stood up and lifted you off the ground. Kissed you with all his emotions his little heart possessed. And he was glad to have you.

„Oh thank god, my biggest fear was you’d say no“, he breathed out. You giggled and kissed your now fiancé. „Why would I? I love you so much, Maxy. Is that why you had to hyperventilate? Aww baby, I’m so sorry.“ Max shook his head, quickly kissed your lips and told you: „I was so nervous, I actually wanted to propose in the garage, but here we are.“

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[moony-mari]

1:58 am - lando norris 

Lando norris x fem!reader Summary: 1:58 am the time he walked out of your life or 1:58 am the time he walked back into your life Warnings: hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. max is max fewtrell, italics are flashbacks a/n: put my playlist on shuffle and started writing! Hope you like it send me requests if you want an idea to be written! 

☆☆☆☆

1:58 am the exact time he walked out of your shared apartment leaving you alone, tears cascading down your face as you wondered why he went away. 

Your knees gave out as you sank to the couch, tears blurring your eyes as you opened your phone, your heart clenching as you looked at the photo of lando that lit up the dim room. Immediately you opened your email drafting  a letter of resignation to send to all the quadrant members. 

Placing your phone down, you began to walk around the apartment, memories flooding your mind 

The rain hit the windows harshly causing you and Lando to look at eachother “we're gonna get soaked” he laughed. You'd gone out for dinner and decided it was a good idea to walk to to the restaurant completely forgetting how brutal the UK weather can be 

“I guess we'll have to run home. You wanna race me lan?”

“You don't stand a chance” he smirked at you as he took your hand and led you to the door. 

He was right, you couldn't win,completely drenched hair dripping you finally caught up to him trying to catch your breath ”you could've let me win arsehole” 

“Where's the fun in that baby” he took your hand, and as if on queue music started playing from the car parked on the side “let's dance” 

You're not much for dancing but for him you did. And so you danced in the rain, laughing like a bunch of idiots. Lando pulled you in for a sweet kiss which you gladly reciprocated, until you jumped the honk of a car breaking you apart.

“Do you want to come home or are you just gonna keep standing in the rain all night?” max called 

“Oi you muppet you played the song didn't you? You should’ve shouted us before” 

“Believe it or not i actually like you two together so i gave you a cute moment don't worry i got pictures and videos so i expect a thank you”

“Thank you max” you giggled at his antics and pulled lando to the car 

You placed the frame face down not wanting to remember anymore, the hole in your heart only growing as you continued to roam through the dark halls, leading to your bedroom. Checking your phone one more time pleading for a message a call anything to tell you that he was okay and that he was coming home 

☆☆☆☆

Nov 20th was the date. 2 weeks. 14 days. Complete radio silence. Your resignation had not gone down well. Max showing up to your place pleading with you to come back saying Lando was an idiot for what he did and how you shouldn't throw 3 years of hard work at quadrant because Lando was being a dipshit. Ria and the boys spammed you with messages.you told them you’d finish all the videos scheduled this year but after that you were done. You couldn't work with him anymore. 

How could you go back? 9 years of friendship and a 4 year relationship down the drain like it meant nothing. you’ve been there since the beginning. You held him while he cried and celebrated with him after a good race. But most importantly you loved him. You thought he loved you too. 

Dread consumed you as ria dropped off your abu dhabi paddock passes reminding you that quadrant scheduled a video filming the last race of the year from the mclaren garage. You had no choice but to go. It was work after all. So you packed your bags (full of Lando's hoodies that still smell like him) , got on the plane and checked into your room on wednesday night.Declining offers to go out because you knew he'd be there and you weren't ready to face him yet. 

Saturday rolled around (too quickly) and you were getting ready to go to the paddock to watch quali. The Mclarens had been looking unbelievable this weekend, the progress they've made throughout the year clearly showing with both of the drivers being at the top in both fp1 and fp2. Your mind wandered to the possibility of Lando winning a race. Your heart clenched. A knock on your door brought you back to reality. “Are you almost ready, love quali is starting in 30 minutes? The cars waiting in the lobby ” ria spoke through the door. You grabbed what you needed and headed out. 

As predicted, Oscar finished fp3 in p1 with Lando just behind. Your heart rate was skyrocketing as you walked closer to the McLaren garage.Max knew how hard this was for you so he pulled you aside “i've known you for 9 years. I know when you're not okay. I know this is hard but this is the last time you'll be with us. Forget lando. I mean quadrant. Aarav, steve, ethan ,niran, ria, me the people you've spent the last few years with building this brand so enjoy yourself. I may be Lando's best friend but you know you'll always have me.” 

Tears pooled in your eyes as you hugged him pouring everything into it not being able to answer him verbally. You wiped your tears and continued to walk to the garage with Max next to you. 

Luckily Lando was already in the car when you got there so you settled into the familiar garage missing the feeling of watching live from the garages. Quali  went past in a blur and now all you could focus on was Lando's car going round the track setting purple sectors all around. Screams erupted as he crossed the finish line and secured pole position. Hugging all your friends and fully embracing the moment.

Lando soon made it back into the garage and Max gave you the heads up so you could go back to the hotel. You knew you'd have to face him tomorrow but maybe tomorrow you would be ready. You settled into bed and hoped you would be okay and drifted off to sleep. 

Loud knocking woke you up. Looking around for your phone you checked the time. 1:58 am. Walking up to the door thinking it was just ria you pulled on a hoodie and opened the door.You wrong. Lando stood on the opposite end of the door. Bags under his eyes and his cheeks more hollow than you remembered  he just stood there defeated. Until he finally broke the silence that consumed all the air around you

“Can I come in?” 

[whorekneecentral]

“I've been holding back all the things I want to do to you” + gazing into each others eyes during sex with max.

childhood friends to lovers as bonus context, after the championship win. oh it would be absolutely adorable.

you get me on a spiritual level. -- post championship number 2 // prompts: “I've been holding back all the things I want to do to you” + gazing into each others eyes during sex

It was a rainy day in Suzuka and your best friend had just been crowned champion of the world for the second year in a row.

The joy you felt was like none other. The way they announced it could have been better given the mess of a race they just had but you were the first one with your arms around the man when he returned to the garage. 

“I’m so proud of you,” you whispers to him, kissing his jaw softly before you let him go. 

Max wore the brightest smile, brighter than the brightest star, his eyes fixed on you like you were the only thing in the world. “Thank you, y/n. You know how much it means for you to be here with me.” He gives your hip a squeeze, stepping past you to talk to the crowd of people behind you. 

The rest of the day was nothing if not perfect; the photos, the celebrating, the joy the entire team was feeling. 

You and Max had returned to the hotel late that night, the 2 of you hanging around the track for as long as they’d let you stay. There was a few drinks going around to celebrate, not as many as the first championship win because at least Max can find the room key this time. (Though they did promise to properly celebrate when they finished the season in Abu Dhabi.) 

“Stay with me tonight?” He asks, his hand in yours when he unlocks the door. “A champion shouldn't be alone.” He jokes and you smile, “sure.” You follow him into the room. 

The two of you settle in on the bed after a while, Max had taken a shower and you borrowed a shirt from his suitcase to sleep in. The man laid next to you, his eyes shut when you rolled onto your side. 

“Max?” You called quietly, nudging him. 

He opens his eyes. “Yeah?” 

“I know I said it before, but I'm so proud of you.” You smiled, your hand on his cheek. 

The two of you had known each other since forever. Attached at the hip since you were in diapers basically. Your fathers were best friends and you grew up with the Verstappen family. Your father worked with his while he was racing so when Max started karting, it was only natural your father spent more than a few weekends with them and by extension, you did too. 

Over the years, you and Max have had your fair share of fights, middle of the night calls, cold pizza in the kitchen trying to sober up moments but nothing ever beat the race weekends. 

Watching him get out of that car with a smile on his face and more often than not, get up on that top step brought you an indescribable joy. 

The type of joy that gave you butterflies, pulled on your heart and made you smile so wide your face physically hurt; love, it was love. 

“I love you,” he smiles, the room was a bit dark but you could feel it against your hand. 

Max rolls onto his side, now facing you. “Y/n?” He whispers, getting a hum from you. “Can I kiss you?” 

You swallow the lump in your throat, “um,” you breathe, you had been waiting for this all these years but you weren’t sure if he felt the same way but now he does. 

Why would you say no? 

You don’t answer him but instead, you kiss him. 

The man smiles against your lips, flipping you two over so you were flat on your back, his hands snaking under your - his - shirt and he kissed his way down your torso to your stomach.

You prop yourself up on your elbows to look at him, he glances up from between your legs, already pulling your shorts down and tossing them somewhere behind him.

He shifts to his knees, pulling you by your legs to him. You’re on an angle, Max stuffed a throw pillow under your hips as he pulls one of your legs over his shoulder.

“Is this okay?” He checks in with you and you nod, smiling at him. “More than okay.”

He leans down once more to kiss you, “You have no idea how long I've been holding back all the things I want to do to you”

Your leg pushed back and his cock pushing into you. Between your leg over his shoulder, the angle and the pillows holding you up, you knew you weren't going to last long.

A hand placed on your hip as he rammed into you, your back already arched. “So beautiful,” he mumbles to himself, letting your leg drop back down.

Max’s hand moves from your hip, up and over your chest and to your neck, his fingers wrapped around your pretty little neck. “That’s my girl, hm?” He asks, leaning down into you.

“Always yours,” you whispers, reaching up to kiss your champion. 

[12romy]

32 and 54 please! Chewis!! 🩵 (you are incredible!)

Hi dearie, thank youuuu! So 32 is Pregnancy fic, and 54 is secret relationship... I decided to write something absolutely self-indulging, and went with ALL the clichés XDD

Hope you'll like it, enjoy~

With how often Lewis touches his own belly, he's scared people might end up noticing, but he can't help himself.

He started to show, and it made him feel warm every time he looked at himself. Charles is probably worse than him, anyway. He can't keep his hands off Lewis' small bump every time they're together.

Lewis is so glad the season is coming to an end. He's getting tired, and starts to have back pain - although that could be because of the car. He's taking a year off. The pregnancy was not planned, but a welcome surprise. They both cried when they found out, and Charles still gets emotional about it sometimes.

The news of his retirement - he doesn't know if it will be a temporary one yet - should come out Monday morning, after they both leave Abu Dhabi. The country is not very nice to male carriers.

After long talks, Lewis decided to announce his pregnancy and come out. His relationship with Charles, however, will stay a secret for now. Ferrari was not very enthusiastic at the thought of him coming out.

Lewis knows that Charles feels bad about it, but himself doesn't mind. He hasn't been out for his entire career, he doesn't want to force his partner to come out.

Of course, things don't go as smoothly as planned. During qualifying, Max crashes him out.

Lewis grunts in pain as his car hits the wall, Max spinning off a little further away. Panic hits immediately, and he checks his stomach, frantic. He's fine, he's not hurting, and there is no blood - only then can he breathe again.

He also realises at that point that his left wrist hurts more than it should.

"Lewis!" someone calls, and it should be Bono but it's not, it's the voice of his boyfriend.

Lewis turns his head and realises that yes, Charles is here, running toward him. He wasn't in the crash, why is he…

"Lewis, oh my god, are you okay?" he asks again, close.

"Charles, I'm fine," he replies quickly. "We're fine, everything is fine. Fuck, I'm sorry, you must've been so worried…"

"Don't apologise, it's not your fault!" Charles shakes his head. "I'm so relieved that you're okay… I thought my heart was about to stop when I saw the crash. Let's get you out."

He helps Lewis unstrap and pulls him out of the car gently. Lewis doesn't miss the arm wrapped around his waist and his hand conveniently on his lower stomach.

Max comes to them, then, a confused expression on his face. "You're a medic, now, Leclerc?" he taunts. "What the fuck was that, Hamilton?"

"I'm sorry what?" Charles says dryly before Lewis can speak. He lets go of Lewis, stomping toward Max. "That was all your fault!"

"It was not! Why are you defending him? He's fucking fine, what's wrong with you?" Max scoffs.

"What wrong with-" Charles starts, cuts himself with a laugh of disbelief, then screams. "What's wrong with me is that you crashed into my pregnant boyfriend! You could've killed my child you fucking bastard!"

Before Lewis can stop him, Charles punches Max square in the face, making him stumble backward. Ouch, Max shouldn't have taken off his helmet - actually, scratch that, he's pretty sure Charles would've gone for a kick in the balls otherwise.

"Charlie, enough!" Lewis calls, Charles freezing. "I'm fine, and the baby is fine. I'm gonna get checked at the medical wing, just to be sure, okay? Just continue the quali, I'll be fine."

"No way, I'm coming with you," Charles refuses right away. I'm taking engine penalty anyway, who fucking cares."

"Charles…"

"I'm not leaving you right now. We are in trouble, I bet, with all the cameras around… I don't think either of us should stay alone."

"I have to admit, our plan to keep our relationship under wrap is pretty much busted now…"

"I don't know if I really regret it…" Charles hesitates. Lewis takes his hand, gently. The moment was broken with Max angrily grabbing Charles by the shoulder.

"What the fuck mate, what kind of joke is that?" he spits out, angry. The marshalls arrive to separate them before it can get out of hand again - thankfully. Charles insists on following Lewis in the medical car and doesn't let go of him until they have to get out. His own hand doesn't leave his stomach for a second.

They do an echography first, to confirm everything is okay, and the adrenaline from the crash finally comes down. Lewis is crying from relief before he realises what's happening.

"Hey, don't cry," Charles tells him gently. "It's all okay, now…"

"I know, I know… I think my wrist is sprained, so I'm not gonna race tomorrow."

"You what???" Charles screams out. "Lewis, why didn't you say so?"

"Sorry, I kinda… Forgot."

Twenty minutes later, Lewis' wrist is in a sling, and they are ready to leave. The front of the medical wing is swarming with journalists waiting for them, however, same as the back entry.

It looks like they don't really have the choice but to confront them. At least, their teams had sent them two bodyguards, which will hopefully be enough.

"I'm sorry for this," he tells Charles.

"Not your fault, Lew," he shrugs. "I'm the one who rushed to your car. It might be easier, not having to hide."

"I hope it will be," Lewis sighs.

"You're ready?"

"I am," he says, taking Charles' hand. "Let's do this."

Charles pushes the door open, and Lewis' hand flies to his stomach out of habit. They would be fine, the three of them.

[oliviablancmom]

A/N: I'm back... do you prefer long or short chapters? Hasty ending, because I wanted to speed up the meeting of the two, I promise that the next chapters will be better worked on. I'll be back soon with another one. Covid wouldn't exist here in this timeline okay?

Warnings: none I think.

Yas Marina Circuit - 2020

Abu Dhabi, 2020

"Perhaps next year we will be witnessing the birth of a new rivalry in sports."

To say that Max and Josh hated each other was an understatement; they simply couldn't stand each other's existence. They preferred to pretend that the other didn't even exist. Everyone had witnessed the downfall of Nico and Lewis's relationship, but with Josh and Max, the media had no clue why the two childhood best friends couldn't even be in the same space. The media teams of both sides made extra efforts, beyond the others, to ensure they didn't cross paths, to prevent them from being in the same space for interviews or events. When it came to their relationship, both media teams had joined forces to strategize in order to avoid anything that could have a bigger impact, something that would influence the image of both teams. This effort, of course, wasn't appreciated by the media in general; they wanted to dig deeper, uncover the behind-the-scenes, strip any emotions from the relationship, turn it into a spectacle. That's why when the question echoed in the media room, silence fell, and I believe everyone held their breath in that moment. They all wanted the slightest reaction to create big articles, to understand more about the matter. Even Lewis turned slightly in his seat, waiting for the venomous question to be answered.

"Max, Joshua Blanc will be making his Formula 1 debut next year. He just became the Formula 2 champion. You both competed together during your karting days. What advice could you give him? Can we expect a rivalry between you two next year?"

Max raised the microphone to his mouth but said nothing.

"Um, I—" He looked up as if searching for the right words to use.

"Hey, we'll still be there," Lewis said, responding on Max's behalf, causing laughter to fill the room. Josh, who was sitting next to me, remained fixated on the television, waiting for Max's response.

"Well, I believe our fight will be with Mercedes. Skyline Racing is restructuring, and they've performed well this year, but I don't think they'll be at our level just yet. As for my advice, I think he knows what he's doing. Like you said, he just became the Formula 2 champion, but things are a bit different here. And our rivalry will be with Mercedes." Max finished, waiting for the next question. Josh let out a snort and ran his hands through his hair, "Idiot," he muttered.

"Language, dear." Mom said, getting up from her seat on the couch and planting a kiss on Josh's head, then on mine.

"It's not a swear word, Mom. It's a fact," Josh said, laughing as Mom lightly tapped his head. "Sorry, I forgot I can't speak ill of your favorite child."

"Josh!" Mom scolded him. He got up, hugged her, and then headed for the door.

"I'm going to the hotel. I'll meet up with the guys later to celebrate. Liv, are you coming?" Finally tearing my eyes away from the television, I looked at my brother, who seemed unfazed by the interview. I wondered how he managed it, what effort he put in to ignore the entire situation.

"Yes, but I'll go with Blake later. MOM!" I exclaimed when I saw her roll her eyes and exchange a glance with Josh, who just chuckled and left us alone. Georgia Blanc was fiercely protective of her children, which meant she didn't particularly like my boyfriend, Blake. He wasn't worthy enough in her eyes.

"You know it's not personal, sweetheart," she said, sitting down next to me and pulling me into her arms while she stroked my hair.

"Yeah, but you could make a bit of an effort, couldn't you?" I stood up, annoyed.

"But I do make an effort. He is well-received by me and your father, but for both of us, no one will ever be enough. Anyway, how are you?"

"Um, fine?" I asked, confused, not understanding what she was referring to. Georgia smiled, pressing her lips together.

"Nothing, dear." She got up and walked toward me, hugging me. "You know you can talk to me about anything, right?"

"Okay, Mom, you're confusing me," I said simply, while she looked into my eyes, as if she could see right through me. Fortunately, my phone beeped with a message from Blake, informing me that he was already at the hotel, getting ready to meet our friends at the club.

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We were at O1ne nightclub, and Josh was a lost cause that night. He was already deep into his drunken world. It was the thousandth time he yelled in my face about how much he loved me and how I was his favorite sister. This had definitely become part two of his celebration after winning the title in Sakhir, but it was also a kind of "welcome" he received from the engineers and mechanics of Skyline Racing. Even Mom and Dad had joined in the celebration earlier, and for the whole team, there was a lot to celebrate. At the moment, they were the fourth force on the grid after years of unhappiness, and now everything was aligning toward success. Hopefully, next year would be even better with Josh as their driver.

"Hey, have you seen Blake?" I asked my brother, who was clinging to a girl in the middle of the dance floor. He just shook his head and pushed me away, making it clear that I was interrupting his moment. I wanted to leave, and for sure, he wouldn't leave the club anytime soon. I looked around, trying to locate my boyfriend in the sea of people, but there was no sign of him. I headed toward the bathrooms where the corridor would be quieter and away from the loud music, so I could call him. I dialed his number but couldn't reach him. When I decided to go back to the dance floor to find Josh, I bumped into someone directly.

"Sorry," I said, lifting my head to the person and immediately regretting it. The air escaped from my lungs, and I felt like my eyes could pop out from how wide they were.

He stood there, just staring at me, his blue eyes a mix of surprise and anger, piercing into the depths of my soul. My heart was pounding so fast that I was sure it could be heard over the loud music playing.

"Are you here to celebrating, Olivia?" He spoke louder so that I could hear. I furrowed my brows in confusion, not understanding his question.

"You wasn't in Sakhir, celebrating for your brother, but you're here now." A sarcastic smile formed on his lips. Suddenly, I snapped back to reality—Max Verstappen was an irritating idiot. I brushed past him, this time making sure to bump into him. But before I could go any further, he grabbed my arm, forcing me to turn towards him.

"Always running away..." he growled, anger now present in his eyes. "I'm going to make you regret that." He pulls up my ponytail and then let go, leaving me alone.

I leaned against the wall, gasping for air. That was the thing about Max... he loved to annoy me. 21 season it's going to be a long season.

[myimaginarywonderland]

There's so many conflicts thoughts I have about the whole Massa championship thing so I am going to make these as clear as possible:

He does not deserve to win a court case. If anything that should have been solved a long time ago. The title is rightfully Lewis. He won it fair and square.

What happened as a result of Crashgate is literally the teams and drivers fault. Not saying that Crashgate was right but people have been fucked over by bad pits tops as a reault of the safety car for years now.

You can not take the title over 10 years after something has happened. There's no grounds for that.

But what this does mean is that Abu Dhabi could have been challenged.

And it makes me absolutely mad.

It doesn't even matter how that would have turned out. I would have been fine with a failed case and the title going to Max.

But it hurts because there's a driver who lost his title years ago fighting for it, he'll even getting support.

And yet, when Lewis spoke out about probably the lowest moment of his career, how he was (rightfully) robbed just weeks, months after it happened he was shut down, insulted, called names.

It fucking boils my blood. Not because I am naive enough to think anyone in the FIA would ever admit to that mistake but because everyone saw how they deliberately changed the rules on live TV. How they actively sabotaged the race. We heard other drivers who were also fucked over being put in a position where they were so confused, so lost why anything was happening. They didn't understand it.

It doesn't matter who you supported in that season. It doesn't matter what you say.

The decision that were made in that last race went against the rules and helped Max win the championship.

It doesn't matter what happened over the course of the season, what incidents occurred, who lost points were because at the end, it meant that they both went into the race with a chance to win the championship. That at the end of that race they both could have come out as champions.

Let me make it clear, I am not blaming Max for the FIAs decision. He was just the person who they decided in that moment was going to have to deal with shit. They choose him to win and he couldn't really do anything about it.

But the fact that after that race, a race where not only Lewis was robbed of a championship but also multiple drivers where fucked over, lost possible positions and points, the fact that after that no one dared to challenge it is what gets me.

Massa last the championship years ago and is fighting for it now.

Lewis was going to be the greatest driver this sport has ever seen, he was going to break yet another record, he was going to be the champion but they took it from him. That race could have been one of the most important in the history of this sport.

And yet, no one fought for Lewis. Not a single person in that team.

And we all know that Lewis could have never even dared to make an appeal. They would have never let him talk about it. He faced all the backlash, the emotions alone.

Mercedes not only lost the race that day, they also did nothing,not a thing to appeal. And I am sure had they said something, other teams that were fucked over would have also supported them.

What angers me about this isn't that Massa is trying, it's the fact that Lewis was never given that option.

It's the fact that with Lewis winning it was all "poor Massa" but with Max winning it was all "Finally, deserved" and Lewis instantly got shut down to silence.

It's the fact that everyone expected Lewis to move on from one of the biggest robberies this sport has seen within weeks but everyone is okay with Massa grieving even after years.

It's the fact that Massa's fight is encouraged and that Lewis, should he even consider it, would be hated more than ever.

It's the fact that Mercedes didn't even fight for it but Aston Martin instantly had evidence to get back Alonso's podium.

It's the fact that Mercedes let down the driver who gave them their full success.

It's the fact that if the team wanted and cared they would have done something. Just look at how other teams fight for their drivers.

It's the fact that this sport just continues to prove that Lewis is alone. That even with friends on the grid, with support, it's not enough.

[mysticalnightenthusiast]

S.N.A.F.U CH67 ‘N.D.A’

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As soon as Justice Wickstead left the court room Eadaoin excused herself from Lando’s company and made her way over to Darren.

“All set for stage two?” she whispered.

“Yup, you two go and I’ll meet you in a tick.”

Eadaoin reached for Daniel’s hand and pulled him toward her.

“Come with me?” she said as the court began emptying.

“What’s going on?” the curly haired driver asked in confusion as Darren called out to Albrecht.

“Mr Albrecht d'you have a minute?”

Daniel willingly followed Eadaoin down to the back of the room and out into the hubbub of the public concourse all his friends and colleagues had gathered in one corner and Daniel approached them and thanked them all for standing up for him making a point of spending extra time with Lando.

“Hey man how you doing?” he asked as he ad Eadaoin sat down with the younger on a nearby bench.

“Um....a bit anxious,” Lando admitted “anxious and a bit overwhelmed. Being in court, even on the good side of things is a bit overwhelming.”

“Yeah it is a bit isn’t it?” Daniel said sympathetically “do you need a ride home or did you come in with Zak?”

“I came in with Zak,” Lando replied exhaling shakily “I’m heading back to the MTC with him then I’m going to head back to the house, order some take away Jon would kill me for eating and go to bed early.”

“Is Max at home at the moment?” Eadaoin asked of Lando’s best friend and fellow driver Max Fewtrell.

“Yeah he is at the moment,” Lando replied “I don’t know if he will be by the time I get home though.”

“I want you to promise me something,”” Eadaoin said “me and Danny.”

“Oh?” Lando said.

“I don’t want you to be alone tonight,” Eadaoin went on “let Zak drive you back to the MTC and get Jon to stay at your place tonight.  I can see you’re not in the best place and if I was feeling anywhere near what you look like you’re feeling I wouldn’t want to be alone.  Max and Jon are the people you are closest to outside of your family and the two people you should rely on if you’re not going to go home.”

“Sage advice mate,” Daniel echoed “I’ll text Jon myself if you like.”

Lando gritted his teeth in an attempt to stave off the tears welling in his eyes.

“Y-yeah alr-right,” he said “why are you doing this?”

“”Because you’re a good friend doing what you did for me today and I want to make sure you’re alright,” Daniel replied giving the younger man a playful arm punch “I know from experience that if I’m feeling shitty I feel better if my friends and family around me.”

Lando sniffed loudly.

“Yeah I do too,” he said.

“Promise you’ll get Max and Jon to text us both to say they’re with you,” Eadaoin asked Lando “and if you’re struggling please ring your psych.”

“I promise,” Lando replied taking a deep fortifying breath.

Eadaoin saw Darren approach out of the corner of her eye and stood up.

“We have to go now but see you in Abu Dhabi?” she said holding her arms open.

Lando smiled and embraced the redhead

“Yeah see you there,” he said with a small smile “thanks for looking out for me.”

“Anytime.”

“Hey can you two stick around?” Eadaoin asked Michael and Blake as Daniel made his way over to Darren “Danny and I won’t be long.”

“Su-is everything alright?” Michael asked as Darren waved to her.

“For me yes but I think Danny will need his two mates around.” Eadaoin replied “go to the café across the road I’ll text when we’re done okay?”

“Yeah alright.”

“Okay are you absolutely sure what you’re about to do is the right thing?” Darren asked Eadaoin as she and Daniel arrived hand in hand “its not too late to pull out.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” Eadaoin said confidently “you, Ralph and George have gone over the files and paperwork and its water tight....let’s do this.”

“Alright let’s do this.”

Darren stepped forward and led Eadaoin and Daniel down to the back of the courthouse where a series of conference rooms were.  He knocked on one at the very end of the building and twisted the door knob entering the wooden accented and cream carpeted room at once, Eadaoin then Daniel followed shutting the door behind them.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Jem shrilled her slender face reddening in anger “what the f-”

“Sit down, I’ll deal with this.” Albrecht hissed “Cook my client has got a point.  Why is Miss O’Siodhachain here?  She has nothing to do with this case.”

“You’re going to want to hear what she has to say,” Darren replied as he sat down to the right of George and Ralph and the left of Darren and Daniel.

“Well I don’t want her here!” Jem spat “I don’t want to be here!”

“Trust me sweetheart none of us what to be here,” Eadaoin informed the other woman in the same assertive ‘don’t mess with me’ voice she used in court as she turned on the projector in the room and waited for it to boot up “but what I’m going to show you in your best interest, Danny’s best interest everyone’s best interest to sit down, shut up ad pay attention of fifteen minutes.”

“Did you seriously just tell me to shu-”

“Sit down!” Albrecht hissed “I’ll deal with this!”

“Alright are we all prepared to act like adults?” Eadaoin began fixing everyone at the table with a firm but assertive stare “alright then let’s proceed....”

Jem rolled her eyes and huffed.

“I want to tell a story,” Eadaoin began “about ten days after the United States Grand Prix I exited my own home to start my day at work and when I went out to my car I discovered that someone had poured quick set glue into the rims and wheelhouse of my car. Now I put this down to a random act of vandalism that’s common in metropolitan London, put in an insurance claim which was paid out to the tune of six and a half thousand pounds.  I moved on with my life and three days later came home after a hard week at the office and watched the practice sessions for the Mexican GP. After my evening meal and the practice session was over my attention was drawn to the front yard of my house by my brother calling my name.  I made my way outside and discovered the entirety of my front yard was covered in horse manure and looked like a garden hose was left on.  My brother and parents helped me clean it up and the following Monday it was carted away by an e-waste company to the tune of two hundred and fifty pounds....”

“This story is awfully interesting Miss O’Siodhachain but what’s your point?” Albrecht asked his voice dripping with uninterested sarcasm “I’m assuming you do have one and you’re not here to waste our time?”

“I’m not wasting your time any more than you or your client wasted the court’s,” Eadaoin replied fixing the older barrister with a hard stare “but as our leaned colleague said earlier you’re going to want to hear what I have to say.”

Albrecht rolled his eyes.

“Then by all means continue,” he said sarcastically.

“Aaaanyway,” Eadaoin replied in a sing song voice “a few days later I was in my living room with my parents and brother watching the Mexican GP when there was a huge explosion out the front of my home.  My family and I rushed out the front and discovered someone had packed my letterbox with some kind of explosives and blown it up.  The police were called and the bomb squad conducted an investigation with the local fire station and concluded that my letterbox had been blown up with fireworks. There was no evidence to suggest who had done this so as much as I wanted not to I let things slide because even though I had a good suspicion of who the perpetrator was there was no solid proof.  So a few days later I got my car back from the repairers and returned home with my brother and noticed every plant, flower, bit of greenery even was dying. My brother put two and two together and surmised that the liquid that covered my garden the night the horse manure was an undiluted weed killer called glyphosate.  I had to organise a landscape gardener to come in and totally strip the yard to the cost of three thousand pounds to get rid of all the dirt, dead plants and stained pavers so anything planted in the future wouldn’t die. Once again I had a suspicion but no proof of who had done this so I let it slide.  Fast forward a few days to the Monday immediately after the Mexico City GP and I had a very extensive closed circuit television security system installed to record any future vandalism again to the cost of five thousand pounds....”

As soon as Eadaoin revealed her home was being monitored by a camera security system she saw Jem’s face fall ad her face turn white.  Smiling slightly she continued her story.

“So anyway fast forward a few days more to after the Sao Paulo GP when my brother and I were cleaning up were preparing to put the bins out for collection the following morning when we discovered that my car had once again been vandalized.  All the tyres had been slashed, glue had been squirted into the rims and wheelhouses and this time paint stripper.  My insurance company has since determined it a write off and I have sold it as a parts project.  After taking several photos of the damage on my car I made my way back inside, logged into my security system an-”

“I’ve had enough of this shit!” Jem announced jumping to her feet “I’ve got better things to do.”

Eadaoin leaned forward and turned on Jem with the venom of a thousand vipers.

“Sit-down!” she snarled through her teeth her voice barely above a whisper “now”

Wordlessly Albrecht reached for his client’s arms and pulled her back down into her seat.

“Now I’m not going to bullshit you or your client Mr Albrecht but know this, I know your client slashed my car tyres and filled the rims with glue, I know your client dumped horse manure in my front yard and poisoned my garden with undiluted weed killer, I know your client blew up my letterbox and I know your client vandalized my car for the second time...”

“Are you accusing my client of criminal damage Miss O’Siodhachain?” Albrecht asked in a holier than thou tone.

“You-bet-I-am,” Eadaoin enunciated “and she knows I know she did what she did to my property....look at her face.  She’s busted and she knows it.”

“I don’t see you with any evidence...”

Eadaoin clicked on the screen of the projector and selected play on the file that showed the camera feed from the camera that focused on her car and remained silent as it played the vision showing Jem gluing and slashing the tyres of Eadaoin’s car and pouring an enormous container of paint stripper over the bonnet, door and rear hatch of her previous car.  Jem’s mouth was open and had tuned even more white.

“The person in that video could be anyone Miss O’Siodhachain” Albrecht began half heartedly.

“Watch”

With a heavy tension in the air Albrecht and Jem continued to watch the video until Eadaoin paused it at the moment Jem looked into the camera the face mask she was wearing slipping slightly to reveal the mole on her forehead and her identity.

“Oh my God really?” Albrecht exclaimed slapping his forehead “Jesus fucking Christ alive!”

Jem sat shocked, her mouth hung open.

“We all know who that is don’t we?” Eadaoin said in a sing song voice “now I have a proposition for you backed up by Darren, Ralph, George and most importantly Danny....”

Jem and Albrecht watched Eadaoin closely as Darren reached into his leather satchel and retrieved two documents before handing them to the redhead.

“Now I haven’t gone to the police about this,” Eadaoin revealed “and I don’t plan to unless you quit with the harassment of Danny and me and sign this non-disclosure agreement.....”

“Are you threatening my client Miss O’Siodhachain?” Albrecht exclaimed indignantly.

“Who me?”  Eadaoin exclaimed “oh god no, who do you take me for?  I’m a lawyer I don’t make it my business to intimidate anyone.  I’m just a joe average civilian who has rock solid evidence another joe average citizen has committed an act of criminal damage that at this point in time carries a jail term of six months or up to six thousand pounds in fines.  Here’s the deal your client signs this NDA and stays the hell away from Danny, his friends, family, place of work, worship or place of recreation and he drops the suit of defamation unreservedly.  This means if she goes to a restaurant and he is there whether he arrives before or after she leaves, if she goes to a place of recreation and he’s there arriving either before or after she leaves, if she goes to his workplace outside of the regular public gallery and he’s there she leaves, if she goes to a place of worship and he’s there she leaves.  No contact is to take place via phone, email, social media, letter or via any second party.  If any of these terms are broken I go to the police and give them that footage, take out a restraining order and let the judicial process happen, if the terms are met we all go our separate ways, live our own lives in peace and quiet.”

Albrecht took one of the documents and began reading it.  It took ten minutes but he roughly slid it across the conference to table to Jem.

“Read it and sign it,” he ordered peevishly.

“What the hell?  I’m not signing shit!” Jem exclaimed “I’m being threatened!”

“Oh for Christ’s sake Jemma sign the fucking document then this whole shit show can finish and I can get back to representing clients who haven’t lied out their arse and made me look like a fucking idiot in the process!” Albrecht exclaimed in exasperation.

“Sign that and everything disappears.” Eadaoin said “everything.  Your family doesn’t find out anything what friends you have left don’t find out anything no one, at last not from anyone in this room everything stays in this room. We all sign this document and nothing goes any further and you’re free to live your life just as much as we are free to live our life.”

“And you’re seriously alright with this?” Jem asked Daniel sourly.

The curly haired driver fixed his jaw, bit his lip and remained resolutely silent.  Jem stared him out for a moment then finished reading the NDA and signed it with an annoyed grunt.  Albrecht followed as did Eadaoin, Daniel, Darren, George and Ralph.

“This copy is for you, this copy is for us,” Eadaoin said giving Albrecht and Jem a copy of the NDA “I think we��re all done here.”

And without another word Jem got to her feet and left the room, closely followed by an exasperated Albrecht.

“You are brutal,” Ralph informed Eadaoin admiringly “I wish I could tell people about the smack down I just witnessed with skill like that you could make an absolute fortune in corporate law.”

“Oh god no, I hate corporate law, it’s the only topic at uni I ever had problems with,” Eadaoin replied with a grin “civil lit and contract is where the cashola is.”

“Alright that’s the end of the day for us too, we’ll be in touch if anything come up alright?” George said to Daniel who had remained resolutely silent whilst in the conference room.

Daniel nodded.

“Same from my end,” Darren said tiredly “but for the moment go home, have something to eat hit the hay early today’s been pretty full on.”

“Thanks Darren, you were awesome today,” Eadaoin informed her colleague “I owe you big time.”

“Eh don’t worry about it,” the older barrister replied “I’ll leave you to it, take the rest of the week off, go to Monaco and chill for a while; I’ll clear it with the board.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure, I can tell you’re bothered by this case and you’re not going to be any good to anyone if you can’t relax; besides Danny needs you more than the office does.”

“Thanks.”

Darren left and Eadaoin turned to Daniel whose face was crumpling up.

“Come to me,” she murmured wrapping her arms around his shoulders “let it all out babe.”

“I can’t, not here,” Daniel replied wrapping his arms around her and burying his face in her neck.

For a solid ten minutes Daniel and Eadaoin stood in the center of the conference room in silence just holding each other.  Eventually Eadaoin pulled back and kissed him chastely on the lips.

“Let’s go home,” she said softly “then pack up a bag and go to Monaco for a few days, how does that sound?”

Daniel sniffed and cracked a small smile.

“Yeah that sounds great,” he said thickly.

“Lemme ring Michael and see if he can drive us home,” Eadaoin said “I don’t think either of us are in the condition to drive.”

Eadaoin punched in Michael’s number and it rang twice before the trainer picked up.

“Hey,” he said “all done?”

“Yeah we’re still over at the courthouse,” Eadaoin replied “can you or Blake take us home?”  Neither if us are in the condition to drive.”

“Yeah no worries luv see you in a tick yeah?”

“Thanks Michael.”

Are you required at the MTC before you need to leave for Jeddah?” Eadaoin asked slipping her hand into Daniel’s and leading him out of the conference room.

“Nothing’s planned at this stage,” Daniel replied shakily “Andreas or Tom would have told me if thy needed me in the SIM.”

A few minutes later Michael and Blake returned to the courthouse and made their way over to Eadaoin and Daniel who were waiting by the bust of some long forgotten legal luminary.

“Hey mate, feeling a bit shit?” Michael asked sympathetically.

“Yeah just a bit,” Daniel replied flatly.

“How about I drive you and Eadie home then?”

“Thanks.”

“I’ll follow behind,” Blake said “unless you need anything and I’ll go get it.”

“We’ve got everything; we just need friends around us right now.” Eadaoin said as they made their way out into the carpark.

Within minutes Eadaoin and Daniel were in the back of Eadaoin’s car and were heading back toward Twickenham.  Eadaoin had her fingers entwined in Daniels and could feel him becoming more and more tense the closer they got to her house.

“Hey we’re almost home,” she said softly.

Moments later Michael pulled into Eadaoin’s driveway and cut the engine.

“Okay we’re here,” he said as Blake pulled up in front of the house “You alright mate?”

“I just want to get inside,” Daniel replied swiftly undoing his seatbelt and immediately exiting the car.

“We’ll use his keys to get in, don’t worry I’ve got this,” Eadaoin told Michael who was looking at his friend in concern.

Leaving Michael behind Eadaoin followed Danny who hurriedly unlocked the front door, leaving the keys in the lock and sprinted into the house.  He disappeared into the hallway and up the stairs to their bedroom, slamming the door behind him and letting out a bellowing scream.  Eadaoin shoved the door open and entered their bedroom just in time to see Daniel drop to the floor up against the bedside table on his side of the bed and descend into a full blown panic attack.  Eadaoin kicked off her shoes and jacket and dropped to her knees in front of her boyfriend.

“Babe I’m here!” she exclaimed reaching out for his shoulder “Danny can you hear me?”

But the curly haired driver didn’t seem to be hearing her at all.  He stared ahead and heaved for breath as a heavy sweat broke out on his forehead.  He dropped his head into his hands and began muttering incomprehensible words in a way that alarmed Eadaoin.

“MICHAEL!” she bellowed “MICHAAAAAAAAAAAAAEL!”

A second later thundering footsteps could be heard as Michael bounded up the stairs and barged into the room.

“W-what’s going on?” he asked in alarm.

“I think Danny’s having a panic attack!” Eadaoin wailed “help!”

Michael dropped down to his friend’s level and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Dan it’s Michael,” he said in a low reassuring voice “I think you’re having a panic attack.  I need you to focus on me or Edie for me, can you do that mate?”

For several long moments Daniel seemed lost in his panic attack.  He kept his head in his hands and continued to heave for breath and mutter.

“Eadie and I aren’t going anywhere mate we’re here for you,” Michael assured his friend in a low, calm voice “Blake’s downstairs too.”

It took several minutes but eventually Eadaoin could see Daniel begin to calm down.

“You’re going great bud,” Michael said “don’t worry this won’t last long, you’re safe at home in your bedroom, nothing can hurt you.  Edie’s here, can you grab her hand?  She’s really worried about you.”

Eadaoin held out her hand and Daniel grabbed it, holding onto it tightly for dear life.  His eyes welled with tears and began pouring down his reddened cheeks

“Okay mat I want you to try something for me,” Michael continued after several long moments “I want you to breathe in and breathe out when I say alright? Okay breathe in 1-2-3-4-5 breathe out 1-2-3-4-5....”

Michael coached Daniel through the breathing exercises over and over and over again til the curly haired driver emerged from his panic attack, he looked up and wiped his eyes with the cuff of his shirt.

“Hey,” Eadaoin said softly “how do you feel?”

“F’kn shit,” Daniel croaked “what the hell was that?”

“I think you had a panic attack mate,” Michael told his friend “and a big one too by the looks.”

“I never want to have one of those ever again!” Daniel exclaimed “holy shit I thought I was going to die.”

“Well I’m glad you didn’t,” Eadaoin told him tearily “d'you want to get up or sit here for a bit?”

“Sit here for a bit,” Daniel replied allowing her to pull him into her arms.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” Michael said delicately “get him to have a hot shower and something to eat, though if he wants to sleep sleep first. I’ll rummage around your kitchen and cook you up something so you don’t have to do anything.”

“Thanks,” Eadaoin replied gratefully “d'you mind staying til we head to Monaco?  I’m going to try and organise flights tomorrow.”

“Sure, be happy to,” Michael replied “I’ll talk to Blake and see if he can organise all that for you, right now you need each other, we can fix up everything else.”

“You’re a star Italiano, I owe you big time.”

Michael grinned.

“Nah you don’t,” he said getting to his feet “I don’t expect anything in return, you and Danny are my friends and I want to help you two.  I’ll leave you two alone for the time being, text me if you need anything alright?”

“You got it.”

Michael left the bedroom, closing the door behind him and Eadaoin pulled Daniel further into her embrace.

“How does a hot shower sound to you?” she asked after several minutes of silent cuddling.

“Yeah I think that would help me feel better,” Daniel replied with a sigh “fuck me I hope I never experience that ever again, Jesus Christ I thought I was having a heart attack!”

“Well apparently panic attacks can feel like that,” Eadaoin acknowledged “d'you want to talk abut it or would you prefer to talk to your psych about it?”

“Both, but after a shower,” Daniel replied taking several deep fortifying breaths “I love you so much you know, I don’t know how I would have handled today without you.”

Eadaoin’s breath caught in her throat as he gave her a crushing hug.

“I love you too babe,” she murmured carding her fingers through his hair “I love you too.”

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mamma mia! - part six

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mia tate i did a thing

mia tate it might be a bad thing but considering abby isn't around to help with my impulse control i just did it.

daniel ricciardo oh god what did you do?

mia tate so i was walking around monaco as one does when they're new to a city and well i may have ended up at an animal shelter...

charles leclerc DID WE GET A PET?? max verstappen please tell me you didn't get us another pet. we have two cats! mia tate well, i didn't get another cat...

max verstappen you got a dog didn't you??

mia tate in my defense, the lady at the shelter said someone had dropped off puppies weeks ago because their dog had too many and they couldn't keep them and he was just too cute to say no to

daniel ricciardo sounds familiar mia tate oh shut it ricciardo!

mia tate he sort of reminded me of charles because he just wouldn't stop whining until i picked him up, except with charles it's until someone cuddles him. i named him clover, almost called him mimosa. i miss drinking those.

daniel ricciardo he's cute.

charles leclerc i don't whine for cuddles

mia tate "mia! come cuddle me! i'm so alone!" max verstappen "winner cuddles the losers max! that's just how it goes!" daniel ricciardo "is no one going to cuddle me? i'm cold! and so alone!"

charles leclerc a moment of weakness is all.

mia tate sure buddy. charles leclerc we made out three days ago, do not call me buddy. mia tate there he goes, whining again charles leclerc I DON'T WHINE!

max verstappen forget the whiner for a second, are you coming to abu dhabi?

mia tate duh? abby too.

mia tate my dad and marc are going to, if that's okay?

daniel ricciardo ooh, another meeting of the in-laws, hopefully this one goes better

max verstappen once again, sorry about him. and why wouldn't it be okay? it's your dad and brother mia.

mia tate i just don't want to make any of you uncomfortable with my dad.

charles leclerc i do still owe your brother a meeting with seb. and as long he's not like, you know, everything should be fine. by the way, you're going to be in the ferrari garage, right?

max verstappen hell no, only one of us a championship contender, she should be in the red bull garage.

daniel ricciardo i feel like this is going to be a common argument around here.

miatate posted new stories

i have the impulse control of a child, meet clover! booger arrived last night and demanded i take him out to breakfast. remind me again, who's the one carrying a baby? turns out both tate sisters have the impulse control of a child, this is daisy mae for anyone wondering what arguments with these three are like, charles obviously lost this time around

miatate congrats world champion. it's been a pleasure joining you on this journey. here's to many more.

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marc_tate WOOO! LET'S GO MAX!!

maxverstappen33 why'd you have yo use that picture?

→ miatate i think you look very cute.

charles_leclerc this man always has to wear a red bull cap.

→ maxverstappen33 and you have to always wear questionable pants

→ charles_leclerc YOU SAID MY PANTS LOOKED GOOD!

→ maxverstappen33 well, i lied.

danielricciardo wow what a cutie.

→ maxverstappen33 thank you

→ danielricciardo i'm talking about mia. not you.

→ maxverstappen33 YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE HER FACE??

→ danielricciardo and yet i know she looks better than you.

abbytate YEAH MAXIMILIAN!!!

robert_tate congratulations max

→ maxverstappen33 thank you robert

max verstappen are you sure? we can always stay in and watch a movie or something?

mia tate max, i'll be fine. it's not everyday you become a world champion for the first time.

max verstappen i don't like this

daniel ricciardo i thought charles was the whiner?? charles leclerc I'M NOT A WHINER!!

mia tate max, i'll be fine, besides, abby's staying with me. go. take my brother with you.

max verstappen but i don't want to?

charles leclerc max, she's 5 months pregnant. i doubt she'll be comfortable on a boat with loud music or in a club.

max verstappen but how are we supposed to go out partying if she's going to stay alone?

daniel ricciardo she's got abby. she won't be alone.

mia tate max, go out. party a bit. i'll be fine.

max verstappen this doesn't mean i'll be having fun.

mia tate of course

daniel ricciardo he's going to end up more wasted than charles and i combined.

charles leclerc of course he is, he's partying with checo.

3 hours later

max verstappen MIA!

max verstappen MIA!

max verstappen MIA!

max verstappen MIA!

max verstappen MIA!

mia tate yes max?

max verstappen I LOVE YOU!

max verstappen ❤️❤️❤️😘😘😘🥰🥰🥰🥰😍😍😍😍😍

daniel ricciardo HEY NO FAIR! I WANTED TO SAY IT FIRST!

charles leclerc IT'S NOT FAIR! WE AGREED ME FIRST!

max verstappen I AM WORLD CHAMPION I GET TO SAY IT FIRST.

mia tate i don't know what you three idiots said to her but she's crying - abby

charles leclerc NO! SEE MAX! THIS IS WHY IT SHOULD'VE BEEN ME FIRST!!

daniel ricciardo I'M ON MY MIA!

charles leclerc NOT IF I GET THERE FIRST!

max verstappen I AM WORLD CHAMPION! I SHOULD BE THERE FIRST! LOSERS!

charles leclerc I'M TELLING MIA YOU'RE BEING MEAN TO ME!

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clover's whining like her father charles. but we still love clover, charles is on a thin line. while the boys are away, the girls watch little women not pictured is a pouting max verstappen saying, "i'm world champion, where are my cuddles?"

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

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Masi says he received death threats over months after Abu Dhabi controversy | 2021 F1 season

Formula FIA Formula 1 race director Michael Masi has revealed he received death threats for months after making the controversial decision which swung the outcome of last year’s world championship in Abu Dhabi. The FIA confirmed earlier this month Masi had left the organisation. He was replaced as race director after it found he made an “error” in his decision to arrange a final-lap restart of the race at Yas Marina. Masi’s decision to only allow a portion of the drivers to un-lap themselves contravened the FIA’s rules and handed Max Verstappen an unexpected opportunity to pass Lewis Hamilton to win the race and clinch the world championship. In an interview for Australia’s Daily Telegraph, which states he has signed a non-disclosure agreement with the FIA which prevents him from discussing the decision, Masi described the abuse he received in the wake of the controversy. He said he received “hundreds” of messages on social media immediately after the race, and many more in the months which followed, some of which included death threats and racist abuse. “Thankfully, I don‘t have an Instagram account or Twitter,” said Masi. “I don’t have any of that. “Being old-school I do however have Facebook, which I used to stay in touch with family and friends. I opened my messages that night to check in with them. I had no idea that I could receive them from people I did not know. But I was wrong. I was confronted with hundreds of messages. I wouldn’t say thousands but certainly hundreds. “And they were shocking. Racist, abusive, vile, they called me every name under the sun. And there were death threats. People saying, they were going to come after me and my family. “And they kept on coming. Not just on my Facebook but also on my LinkedIn, which is supposed to be a professional platform for business. It was the same type of abuse.” Masi said he “thought I would ignore it and get on with it because I knew it could take me to a very dark place” at first. “I tried to cut myself off mentally, and I thought I could.” “I mostly kept it all to myself,” he added. “I told a few people but not many. I didn’t want to concern my family and friends. I didn’t want them worrying too. The FIA knew but I think I downplayed it all to everyone including them.” The barrage of abuse made Masi fear for his personal safety. “Walking down the street in London a day or two later. I thought I was okay until I started looking over my shoulder. I was looking at people wondering if they were going to get me.” He described the physical and mental effect the abuse had on him. “I didn’t want to talk to anyone, not even family and friends,” said Masi. “I only talked to my close family – but very briefly. “I also lost my appetite. I have heard some people become binge eaters during times like this but I didn’t eat much. It did have a physical impact, but it was more mental. I just wanted to be in a bubble. I had no desire to talk to them. I just wanted to be alone, which was very challenging.” Although he “didn‘t go and talk to a professional” about what he was going through, Masi said “with the benefit of hindsight, I probably should have. I should have gone and spoken to someone in a professional sense. “But in saying that, I had some amazing people around me that could see it and were checking in daily. I was super fortunate to have that support network.” Having returned to his native Australia following his departure from the FIA, Masi is now considering his next career move. “The whole experience has made me a much stronger person,” he said. “I have a number of exciting options going forward. I am considering a number of different projects, both domestic and globally. My intention is to base myself out of Australia and to use all the skills I have gained in what has been an incredible journey so far and one I am extremely proud and thankful for.” Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free 2022 F1 season Browse all 2022 F1 season articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net

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Mr. almost-eight-times-world-champion (1)

Credits for the gift to @antogioamoremio​ !!!!!

Summary: YN was Angela’s daughter 👩‍👧, performance coach of Lewis Hamilton 🏋🏽. Let’s just say her relation with the driver wasn’t as good as her mum’s🙃. But there’s nothing a weekend in the mountains 🏔 can’t fix, right?

Warnings: enemies to friends (?) 🙅🏼‍♀️/ 👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏾, memories of Abu Dhabi 💔. YN and Lewis being mean 🙄 but Roscoe being cute 🥰. sorry before hand for the mistakes I might have done!! English is not my first language🙊! Also, this is suppose to be a three part story 3️⃣ !!

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Every year since you were little your mum took you to the house in the mountains during February. Every year since she was the performance coach, some guy named Lewis joined. And every year you hated him a little bit more. As simple as that. It was no different this year. 

You were joining them later than usual, only for the weekend, because 1) you had work and 2) you wanted to spend the less time possible with Lewis now that Luca wasn’t even going to be there. Luca. Your ex. Long story short, he cheated.But everything wasn’t that bad. At least you would see Roscoe. 

As a matter of fact, the dog was the first who greeted you as soon as you got out of the car on Friday morning. You immediately left your bags on the muddy floor of the garden, not even caring about getting them dirty, and kneeled to pet the kind animal. Nothing in common with his owner. The hight pitched voice you always used to talk with that dog made your mum come outside of the house, finally greeting you too. 

You and her were just the same. It was hard at the begging as she had you really young, being almost 21. But thank God you shared a good relation, always teasing each other or making jokes. She was your best friend, she knew it all about your life, you didn’t try to hide it from her neither.

“Here she is!!” Angela, your mum, went running to you with open arms, waiting for a well deserved  hug after not seeing her since Christmas. “It’s so good to see you!! How was the drive?? And work?? Are you hungry?? We have some left over pancakes from breakfast, as soon as we finished I’ll make lunch. Also, you should change before-”

“Mum” you cut her off. She had a lot of energy, even more when she was feeling happy. “I’m okay, the drive was good, I’m not hungry yet and I’ll go change my clothes now and wrapped myself up in a cozy sweatshirt to protect me from the cold, okay?” You smiled placing your hand on her shoulder as she just nodded with a smiley face.

“Good” she talked when you were already walking towards the house. “Lewis is in the gym  downstairs, just in case you want to say hi”

You didn’t even need to answer, you just looked backwards to make eye contact with her again as you furrowed you eyebrows. 

“I’m just saying” your mum kept talking reaching your steps “try it at least, I know you would get along just fine, but neither of you would-“

“I’ll try mum, I’ll try” you rolled your eyes back heading upstairs, she headed downstairs. It was a good metaphor, the both of you were in the same place, but she always went with Lewis and you were just alone, following separate ways.

Walking through the long corridor, you sensed the scent of the house. Wood, flowers, humidity and fire. You wouldn’t change it for anything in the world, it was home. You opened your room door, smiling when you saw Roscoe laying comfortably on your cozy bed. That smile faded when you saw a suitcase on the side of the room, a suitcase that definitely wasn’t yours. There were some shoes on the floor, clothes on the bed and the floor and that scent of men, too peculiar to miss it. 

“Lewis!!!!” You shouted running downstairs. If your mum wanted you to finally get along with him, this wasn’t a good start. Lewis and your mum were looking down at her phone, laughing about God knows what. “Mum” you yelled standing on the door, not even daring to walk into the gym.

“Hi hun” your mum offered you a big smile.

“Hi YN” his smile wasn’t that obvious. Not even a second later, he focused his gaze on the screen again.

“Why are your things in my room?” You asked not even greeting him.

“It’s the bigger one. I could use the space to move there the training bike” he simply said not even caring to look back at you. “Besides, I share room” this time he did look back at you, the face you showed was worth it, thinking that he brought a girl this year “With my dog” he cheekily added knowing what you were already thinking.

“Of course with your dog, no human can bare with you, Mr. almost-eight-times-world-champion. What a last lap that was, huh?”

“Watch it” your mum, who listened silently until now, said.

 “I’m sure you enjoyed it” Lewis smiled at you. “Mrs. my-boyfriend-cheated-on-me-for-a-whole-year” 

“Mum!!” You shouted and ran headed upstairs. You knew there were no secrets between her and Lewis, but that was about you. You couldn’t believe she told him, but you couldn’t stand he used it against you.

You walked upstairs to your room, the one that Lewis made his. Oh, but it surely was yours, it has always been yours even before he joined to do preseasons here. You opened the door grabbed all his things: his clothes, shoes, suitcase. You headed to the ensuite bathroom and dropped all his stupid creams, soaps, gels and perfumes inside his toilet bag, something you regretted instantly thinking you should have just throw it all with his clothes. ‘Who the hell takes perfume to the mountains?? Insects are going to attack him’ you thought laughing and admiring his expensive collection. Once you gathered everything he had in your room, you just placed it in the corridor, next to the guest room, the room that he was supposed to take even if you arrived a week later. Only then you started organizing you stuff. 

Soon, you heard a shout from downstairs, your mum letting you know they were going for a run. You finished taking out the clothes and books you took, you even had time to do some work on your computer before deciding to go downstairs to prepare some lunch before they came back. And so that’s what you did.

You weren’t expecting them back so early, and you definitely weren't  expecting that sign of Lewis with his arm around your mum’s shoulder, supporting his weight on her while walking. 

“What happened?” You asked trying to look concern, thought you couldn’t hold a small giggle out of your mouth thinking Karma had its ways.

“He twisted his ankle. There was a rock in the path” your mum told you as she  helped him sit in the kitchen chair, where you were still cooking.

“Let me guess, you were making one of those stupid instagram videos???? Looking all tired and disgustingly sweaty but smiley???” You asked him but looking down at the food you were cooking. He didn’t say anything, he just groaned and you mum laughed. 

“He was” she simply said, earning a laugh form you. “Hun please, go get some ice for him. I’ll go look for the bandage upstairs” she talked while she was already walking upstairs, leaving Lewis and you alone in the kitchen. 

“You described pretty well the way I like to do my videos. I’m sure you stare at them way too long, huh?” he cheekily smirked while you were looking for ice. You walked towards him smiling, with a bag of frozen veggies in your hand. You didn’t doubt a second in pressing it all at once in his injured ankle. “Careful, YN!” He shouted in pain removing the bag from his skin.

“I think the one who needs to be careful here is you” you warned him before walking away to set the table.

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“So” Angela talked when you were all sitting in the table finishing lunch “why is all your stuff in the corridor, Lewis?” She asked looking at him. As soon as she saw the look in his face, both of them looked at you, who were eating a banana. “YN” she called you, already knowing you had something to do with it. 

“I think it’s clear. It’s my room” you shrugged. “If he wants to use the bicycle he could just do it in the gym or use a normal one. We’re in the middle of the mountains, there’s a lot of paths and a couple of bikes in the garage” you mumbled finishing the last bit of the fruit.

“It’s too cold for that” Lewis was the one who talked now, but you shrugged again. 

“Then think twice before coming to the mountains” you got up with your plate and glass and headed back to the kitchen to clean everything up. 

“I’m sorry” you heard your mum talked. “She’s never ever like this”

“It’s okay” he said laughing, “It’s funny. She did change a lot since I last saw her”

“Prettier, huh?” You blushed hearing the comment of your mum. Really?

“Cheekier” he corrected her, and both of them laugh.

You headed back upstairs and opened your computer to keep on working on that new article that was driving you crazy on a bad way, but were determined to finish today. The door  creaked while you were in the peak of your concentration, typing as fast as you ever did. But you couldn’t get mad when you saw Roscoe walking thought the door and jumping on the bed, where he snuggled to sleep a sweet nap after eating his lunch.

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“Dinner’s ready!” You mum pecked her head thought the door to find you still typing. “Still working??”

“I’ll go as soon as I’m done” you said not even lifting your gaze from the keyboard. You heard her mumble an ‘okay’ for answer, but you called her again. “Why did you tell him about Luca??” You asked, this time looking at her.

“He asked about you, he always does” you mum claimed in an obvious tone.  You met Lewis the day your mum met him for the first time too. You went to the job interview with her, you were with her when they told her, almost 7 years ago, that she would be the next performance coach for the one and only Lewis Hamilton. Before that, she worked in the local gym, flying away in the weekends to attend to masterclasses. But not all the weekends, and sometimes she even took you with her. But since she got this job, she wasn’t with you anymore. And yes, okay, you were a grown woman, with your own work, your own principles and values, but you missed her, and you worried about her constantly traveling from one country to another.

“How sweet” you sarcastically smiled. “Close the door when you leave, please. I’ll be there in a minute” your mum did as you said.

Dinner went by without much entertainment. Your mum and Lewis talked about the plans for the next day, you thought abut the article, and that was it. They were still talking about nutrients and vitamins when you decided to go to bed.

“Night mum” you said hugging her close to your body, as you always did when you got the chance. Except now it was a shorter interaction, kinda uncomfortable, as Lewis was sitting next to her in the sofa, reading the article shown in the laptop.

“Night Lewis” 

“Night” he said so fast it sounded like if he only pronounced the vowel.

Back in your room, the laptop was still on the table, the article still far from finish. You stared at it, biting your nail unsure on what to do. You didn’t fancy writing it now, but you wanted to finish it so badly.

“Should I finish it, Roscoey?” You asked to the sleepy dog on your bed, like if he was going to  give you the answer. What he didn’t want for sure was to be disturbed on his sleep, so you decided to sit on the chair and start typing anything that came to your mind instead of laying on the bed next to him. 

You didn’t know how much time went by since you started to write, but your eyes felt so heavy, as if they were going to close at any moment without warning. It was definitely time to change and go to bed.  

You got up, stretching your arms behind your back letting out some groans at how good it felt. Then you headed to the bathroom to do your skin care routine, thinking at how you laughed about Lewis’s creams and oils, but you did have too many as well. 

Just when you were taking your sweatshirt off,  you heard the door opening again, not even minding it because it would probably be your dear mother. Turns out it wasn’t.

“What the hell are you doing??” You gasped not even caring to wake up whoever was already sleeping. Lewis stood there, by the door, with a look as shocked as yours.

“Are you performing a striptease dance for my dog??” He asked with that smirk you hated so much.

“What the hell, Lewis!” You yelled taking the pjs shirt to cover your body and your face, that surely was as red a damn tomato ‘Okay relax now, you were wearing a bra, it’s the same as wearing a bikini, right?’ You thought trying to calm your nerves. “What are you doing here? What do you want?”

“My dog” he pointed at Roscoe, who was watching the interaction with open eyes as if he was a gossip old woman. “He snores too much at night, won’t let you sleep” he started walking towards the bed.

“No!” You stood in front of him, not letting him walk any further. “It was his decision to sleep here, leave him alone!”

“Well okay” he laughed walking towards the door. He was already walking towards the door as you walked closely behind him to close the door. just when he was about to leave, he turned around leaving your faces way too close for your liking “but you’ve been warned” he claimed before walking to his room.

“Idiot” you mumbled under your breath.

Well, you got no sleep that night. That dog was loud. How could a sound so loud come out of a small dog like him?? It will always be a mystery.

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Cheater III

Summary: You found out Max cheated on you part 3.

Warnings: angst and fluff by the end

Word count: 2.5k

Part 1 and Part 2

Cheating in a relationship is the saddest thing. It can kill the personality from the inside. Bring changes a lot mentally. These situations turn into you to be good or bad. Some may be helpful to be stronger.

It feels bad when our loved one cheated, cause we are well connected to our partners. We had a lot of plans for that person to spend a most valuable time of ours. When it isn't going to happen then it feels unsuccessful or bad. Expecting something from another person is common in humans. When it turns down we feel such pain, like stabbing with words, The words have the power to kill or to give life to the opponent's mind. The reason why people say 'think before you talk'.

True love doesn't involve multiple people... You knew that.

When you are in love with someone, you don't cheat and you're not talking about just finding others attractive. You just don't desire to be sexually intimate with other people when you are truly "in love" with one person. You're not talking about caring for someone or loving in general.

You're talking about the head over heels, you're soulmates, the stars have aligned and nobody else has what you have, a type of love that consumes your whole being and makes you want to give that person the world. And that includes giving them the greatest physical pleasure that they can possibly experience. Cheating takes that away from you and that is why it hurts.

The person you are in love with and desire, who you thought felt the same way is revealing to you that intimacy with you is meaningless when you thought it was special. They do not desire you in the same way that you desire them. They are not "in love" with you in the way that you thought. All of your love is in vain.

“Why do we feel bad, even horrible, when our partner cheats on us?"

A trust, expectation, a promise was broken. This type of violation hits you closer to the heart because you have let that person through all your external defenses. Because you fear the loneliness that you are going to face. Nobody wants to end alone. When you put in so much for your relationship, you want it to last. But when your partner cheats you think that you would end alone, gradually realize this happens and life doesn't end here and someone else is going to come into your life.

Why do guys cheat on girls?

Both men and women cheat. In some cases, the reasons are simple: humans are animals with sex drives. We are biologically programmed to "spread our seeds." We have other instincts, such as loyalty, honesty, and guilt feelings. Those drives duke it out with lust in our brains. Sometimes, lust wins. It's more complicated than that because we tend to associate sex with so many other things: youth, freedom, adventure, personal attractiveness, you name it.

You know people make all sorts of excuses like, “I wasn’t happy in my relationship” or “I didn’t know what I was doing” or “I don’t find my partner attractive anymore” or “someone convinced me to do it.” You’ve heard these. But it’s funny to you.

A cheater can never have any excuse. They do not deserve to have that say after cheating on someone.

If you weren’t happy in the relationship, then why didn’t you break up first and had sex with someone else? Why didn’t you say that you needed a break and then had sex? Also, how can someone even convince you to cheat on your partner? It’s nonsense.

Some people will even go as far as to say that the other person made them feel loved, so they got swayed away. If you are not feeling loved by your partner and someone else is doing that job, then aren’t you supposed to figure out your feelings first, maybe break up with your partner and then be with someone else? That’s common sense.

Nobody deserves to be cheated on. The blame is ALWAYS on the cheater. Nowadays people even try to justify cheaters. It’s insane. To you, all the answers to “why” are simply just excuses trying to justify their unacceptable behavior. You know, how they always say that a person who cheats once will cheat again.

Since you found out that Max cheated on you and until this moment, so many months have passed that you have the impression that you have started to heal. You were with a man who made you feel fulfilled, happy, and loved. There were days in a row when you didn't think about Max, but even when you thought, you had in mind only the beautiful moments. Like when, for your first date, he rented your entire favorite restaurant and he cooked for both of you, even though he didn't know how to cook more than just one egg. Or when you first visited him at a Grand Prix for the first time and he won and came to you and kissed you in front of all the cameras, telling everyone that you are his lucky talisman. Or, your favorite memory, when you were at his house after you met his family and heard him talking to his father about you. Sure, you didn't understand a word they said, but Victoria translated to you what was most important about that conversation: Max loves you so much and if he doesn't get to marry you, he'll never marry anyone else.

As dear as your last memory may be, it is also painful because it is like a slap in the face to the fact that there was a time in your life when you were in love and now you were no longer together.

When you told your family that you started seeing another man, more than 6 months after you and Max broke up, your mother asked you how you could get into a relationship so quickly. relationship.

To be honest, you weren't ready yet. You were damn scared but Stephen, your boyfriend now, went after you a lot and you decided that if you don't give him a chance now it will be many years before you think about going on a date with someone else. You knew it wasn't going to be a long relationship. You didn't have much in common with Stephen, but he was a good, sweet boy, and you needed someone who wouldn't make you hate all the men in the world.

"Look, I'm not saying you didn't go through something traumatic, but it's been almost a year since then and I think it's time to come and show everyone that you're not afraid of anyone or anything," says Anthony who called you on facetime one Sunday night after the race.

"But I'm afraid."

"Just shut up, no one needs to know. You just come here, you smile, you laugh, you act friendly with everyone and you're going to look like you're better of without him."

You sigh and get out of bed, and go to the kitchen to get a pill for your headache.

"But he will be there..."

"Okay, so? Who cares about him? I'll always be by your side, I promise he won't talk to you."

"Can I come with Stephen?"

"You know I can't stand him, Y/N. Take him with you to the next Grand Prix, I don't feel like seeing him now, okay?"

"I'll think about it."

You have decided, however, to go to the last Grand Prix of the season, in Abu Dhabi. No one but Anthony knew you were coming to the race.

You forgot what a busy atmosphere it was on Sunday. However, everyone who saw you came to you to talk a little and to tell you that you missed them. You smiled and answered that you missed them as well.

The road to Red Bull Racing was long and short at the same time.

"Do my eyes see well? Y/F/N Y/L/N!" says Christian Horner, who comes to you and hugs you.

You first see Sergio Perez who waves at you, happy to see you, then you see Max who comes from somewhere in the back. Had he just heard your name?

"Hey, guys! I'm so glad to see you again. I missed you all."

"And we missed you, Y/N!" Christian answers on behalf of all Red Bull Racing employees. "Welcome home."

You giggle.

"Thank you."

In less than 10 minutes since you got there, Anthony broke his promise. He promised not to leave you alone so that Max could not come and talk to you.

"Hey," Max says softly, coming behind you.

You shivered at his voice, a voice you've dreamed of every night since you broke up. You turn to him and analyze his facial features. He was the way you remembered him, maybe even more handsome.

You look left and right for Anthony but you can't see him.

"Hey." You answer Max and your heart starts beating much harder.

"I'm so glad to see you... I missed you."

The desire to take him in your arms and kiss him was so strong that you felt dizzy. You couldn't focus on anything, not even a few words to say.

"Do you think that we... We could see each other after the race to... Talk?" he asks, moving his weight from one foot to the other.

"Okay," you say and regret it the next second.

"How stupid am I for wanting to get back together with Max after he cheated on me?" you asked Anthony.

"First of all, you're not stupid for wanting to get back with your boyfriend. Relationships are the most real things anyone can experience. We're growing while we're together. As we grow, we also go through many different behaviors in life. Behavior does not make that person. Behaviors come and go as we grow into who we are. No one is perfect. You cannot name one person you know to be 100% perfect, right?" you shake your head and he continues. "We all grow organically, and the best thing about being in a relationship is that you get to watch each other grow. You get to experience the person you care about to develop. Relationships are like walking through a door that you don't know what's on the other side. But you go through the door without any fear, doubt, or unbelief. Relationships are the livest-realest- life experience. He is a man. A man can only love once or twice. Just because Max has sex with a woman, doesn't mean he loves her. He just wanted to get his rocks off for a moment. When it is all said and done, he loves you. It may sound strange but just think of all the men you knew. Think about all the relationships you knew about. Think those who have been together for years on out. So, no you're not stupid for wanting to embrace your boyfriend's "only temporary behavior". You're smart for wanting to have the courage to walk through the next door. You're smart for being optimistic and knowing that things will get better with time. You realize the importance of maintaining a companion."

You blink several times.

"Why do I feel like you've practiced this speech in front of the mirror several times?"

He laughs and runs his arm over your shoulder.

"Maybe because that's what I did?"

You laugh and you hug him.

"Thank you for being my friend. So you're saying I should give Max another chance?"

"You don't have to give him a chance if you don't want to. But listen to your heart. Don't just do it because I'm saying so because you might regret it and you'll blame me. If you want to give him another chance, just do it. He's not the kind of man to cheat. I don't know what was on his mind when he did it with Kelly. But something tells me he regrets what he did and he will never cheat again."

"Hey, can we talk now?"

"Sure. Congrats on the win!"

"Yeah, thanks."

You both went to his room to talk. You were scared and your palms were sweating. You didn't want to start the conversation because you had different scenarios in mind, all different, depending on what Max would tell you the first time. You swallowed hard when you entered his room. The last time you were there, you two broke up.

“I’m truly sorry for hurting you.” he started saying after he closed the door behind you. "I care for you more than anything. I’m deeply sorry for hurting you… Hurting you is the most painful thing I have ever done. With a bruised heart and a deflated ego, with a sad soul and a head hung low, I apologize to you. An apology is nothing to what I’ve done; but still, I know you have a forgiving and understanding heart and won’t let resentment destroy our love. I have shown you what an idiot I can be by making that mistake. Now it is your turn to show me what a darling you can be by giving your anger a break. Without you I feel lonely, I never want to lose you in my life. I am sorry and I’ll work hard on changing my behavior. I know that I caused you a lot of pain. Whatever happens, remember that I am the guy, who will always be there for you in good and bad times. I know you’re angry now, but I want you to know that I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry for hurting you. I am ready to make amends. If I could, I would have wiped your memories about all the terrible things that I have caused you, but all I can do is to promise you that I’ll create only happy memories for you. I hope when you feel ready you can forgive me."

His words took you by surprise. You knew he would try to apologize, but in your mind, you weren't crying. You knew before you came to the room with him that you would forgive him.

"I forgive you. To be honest, I think I forgave you before we broke up but my ego was hurt and I couldn't forgive you so quickly. What you did was horrible and I hated you for so many months for making me feel so small and insignificant. But I love you. And I want to give ourselves another chance."

tag: hellolipoops, taina-eny

[fromcainwithlove]

pierre/charles cute boyfriends de-stressing post-season, AU where charles does not have covid rn 💀

i’m going to try VERY HARD not to add to many notes to these bc i haven’t written in six years and i can’t be too tough on myself, but there was supposed to be more de-stressing, it just got away from me lol. anyway thank you for the prompt it was so lovely to imagine!

The bags have been packed since last night. It’s team pics and goodbyes, dragging their aching bodies through showers, and they don’t even stop to eat, stuffing protein bars in their pockets as they board the plane. Away from Abu Dhabi, away from this years-long season, away from anything resembling responsibility.

Charles had wanted to retreat to Monte Carlo, lick the wound of a 7th place finish in private; pull the curtains and turn all the lights out, live a week on touch alone. Pierre had pulled up a world map, closed his eyes and pointed to spots at random until he hit land, peering at the screen and saying, “Falalop…is that a real island? Okay, we are going to Falalop. It is near Australia, it should be warm.”

They meet halfway in Madeira, a 16 hour flight where neither speaks except to say, ‘Plus de vin?’ and, ‘Non, merci.’ Pierre falls asleep somewhere above Greece, as easy as blinking and not opening his eyes again. So still, Charles can never stop himself from watching him, looking for the telltale flickers of life: the tremble of his lashes; the soft throb of blood at the hooks of his jaws. Charles finds it impossible to get comfortable even in the plushest seats, nodding off in fits and starts, no more than 30 minutes at a time, the kind of napping that leaves him feeling less like he’s slept and more like he’s been temporarily dead.

And then, Madeira. The taxi pours them out in front of the hotel and the sunshine is like liquid gold. Charles wants to lie down in the street, but Pierre convinces him to keep going, hand at his back and mouth at his ear, whispering the sweetest filth: ‘1,000 thread count’ and ‘room service’ and ‘won’t leave the bed for three days, calamardo, promise.’

Charles holds him to it.

It’s a suite of rooms, lavish and indulgent, but they only have eyes for the bed. Pierre strips them both to skin, forcing his hands to move quickly and efficiently, sucking the stone of his own desire. The season has left its stain on Charles, chafed and nicked him, dug bruises into his hollows. Later, Pierre will put his mouth on every one.

Now, he only presses his lips gently to the shadows beneath Charles’ closed eyes. Some toxic mix of exhaustion and want trembles through Charles briefly and then gutters out. He’s whispering something as Pierre pulls him down and drags the covers over them, maybe an apology, maybe a plea. He’s asleep before he can tell the difference.

They sleep for 12 straight hours, leave the bed only to piss and clean the taste of exhaustion from their mouths, and then pass out again. Three more, and Pierre makes them get up then, waking Charles with kisses across his shoulders, fingers through his hair, pulling the blankets down by degrees until Charles is shivering and protesting.

“Give them back,” he complains, voice deepened with rust, reaching weakly for the covers. Pierre catches his hand, presses a kiss to his knuckles. “One more hour,” Charles whines, but he’s smiling now, uncurling his fist so Pierre can kiss his palm, his wrist. By the time Pierre’s made his way up to his shoulder, Charles’ eyes are open, sleepy and clear and so green it takes Pierre’s breath away.

“You said we would not leave bed for three days,” Charles says accusingly, ruining it a bit with a sigh when Pierre bites gently at the base of his throat.

“I meant it,” Pierre says. “I just did not think we would spent all of it unconscious.” He mouths at Charles’s throat, and Charles tips his head back obligingly, giving him room to explore his throat, the underside of his jaw. “But go back to sleep if you want. I can entertain myself.”

He scrapes his teeth tenderly over the thin skin beneath Charles’ ear and then sucks, and Charles makes a sound halfway between a laugh and a groan, giving up the game and turning into Pierre’s warmth. Tangling their bodies together as their mouths meet softly, languidly, like there’s no other goal, nothing beyond this bed and the two of them, and all the time in the world to kiss and kiss and kiss.

[breanime]

Five Senses: Sight (with Bonus Boy)

Billy Russo: You were the first thing Billy saw in his dreams overseas. No matter what horrors he had seen or committed that day, no matter how much blood was on his hands when he laid down to rest, no matter the dirt under his nails or the sweat on his skin, every night, he dreamt of you. And in his dreams, he was cleansed by you. In his dreams, Billy would see your bright eyes and that smile, that special smile you had for him and him alone, and no matter what atrocities he had seen or done, that smile would heal him. That smile, your smile, would warm him down to his bones--and that wasn’t a metaphor, it was true. Huddled in a flimsy tent with Frank and 12 other men, a freezing rain pouring down all around, nothing but a thin blanket and his fatigues to keep him covered, but Billy was warm. When he saw you, he was engulfed by your warmth, by your smile, by your love. Just the sight of you, dream or not, was enough to put Billy at easy, no matter where he was in the world. He’d memorized every part of you, and he pictured you, inch by glorious inch, when he needed your comfort. It wasn’t as good as being with you, of course, but it was a saving grace for him, and Billy was not a man who easily settled into being saved...unless his hero was you. 

Logan Delos: Logan was a man of wealth and taste. He’d been born into his riches, and he’d become desensitized to many of the incredible things he’d seen in his time. He had seen sights that would leave an ordinary men speechless, had gone places that were normally closed off to public eyes. It didn’t faze him. Indescribable sights, things people would save up all their lives to see, seen and shrugged off within seconds by Logan. But the sight of you? Damn. You could drop him to his knees. Logan had just gotten off of his private Delos jet after spending a week lounging in the most decadent suite he could find in Abu Dhabi; the view had been described as “breathtaking”, but Logan hadn’t found himself having any difficult breathing as he looked out at the expansive city, drowned in orange by the sunset. But now, as Logan walked into your shared penthouse, he was breathless. You were laid out on the couch, the TV playing softly in the background, and you were fast asleep. It wasn’t an elegant sleep; you weren’t Scarlett O’Hara draped over a satin lounge chair, you were you, knocked out in the middle of the afternoon wearing one of his shirts. And you were, without a doubt, without exaggeration, the most exquisite thing he’d ever seen. Wordlessly, because he was speechless, Logan sat on the edge of the couch and reached out to you. Looking at you, your mouth slightly open, wearing his shirt, you arm splayed across your forehead, Logan felt himself melt. Truly, you were the most striking sight he had ever seen.

Jax Teller: Seeing Jax dressed all in orange, chains around his ankles, two armed guards on either side of him, should have made you sad. It should have made you realize that, as much as you loved Jax, he was a criminal, and moments like this were bound to happen again and again if you stayed with him. You should leave--now, while you still could. But when he sat across from you, and you looked into those blue eyes of his... You knew that you weren’t going anywhere. “Talked to my Mom earlier,” he said, settling into his seat, “she said my bail should be posted in a few days, and then I’ll be home... I’m sorry, darling, I know this isn’t what you signed up for--” “How much more does Gemma need for bail?” You asked, watching as his eyes widened. “Babe, you don’t have to--” “I’m gonna be your Old Lady some day,” you answered back, “I need to learn how to do this.” You watched as his smile spread, his eyes wrinkling. “You’re gonna be my Old Lady, huh?” He said back. You leaned forward, making sure he was looking right into your eyes. You could see a warmth in them when he looked at you, an affection there that was for you, and you only. “I love you, Jax, and I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with you. But in order to do that, we need to get you out of this place. So come on, tell me how much she needs to make your bail.” He chuckled, and leaned in as well, “You don’t realize how much I needed to see you...to hear you say that,” he reached out for your hand, and you looked down and smiled at the sight of his hand in yours, “You’re a sight for sore eyes, darlin’.” 

Coco Cruz: The doctor said his eyes would heal, but it would be a while. And though he was a sniper, Coco wasn’t a patient man. You sat on the bed, watching him pace around in circles in your shared bedroom. “Coco,” you sighed. “What if my eyes never get better?” He asked, stopping and turning to you, the white patch over his injured eye wrinkled as he frowned. “Coco...” “What if I can never ride again? Or use a fucking gun? How am I gonna work?” “Coco...” He fell to his knees in front of the bed, and you reached out and caressed his face. His dark brown eye was watery with emotion, and you heart clenched at the pain you could see there. “What if I can’t see our baby?” He asked, his hand going to rest on your growing stomach. You felt tears spring to your eyes, but you held them back. “You will. Okay? The doctor said it can be treated, and it’ll take rehab and time, but you will see again. I promise you.” Coco nodded, leaning into you for a hug. You closed your eyes, wishing you could give him the gift of sight, wishing you could will him to heal faster. But you couldn’t. All you could do--all either of you could do--was wait. And wait you did. And the day your baby girl was born, the first thing she saw was Coco, his eyes filled with tears as he looked down at his newborn child. It had taken a lot of work, cost him so much time and pain, but it was all worth it when he could hold his baby girl in his arms and look into her eyes, his vision fully restored. It was worth the wait. 

Angel Reyes: You and Angel had made your New Year’s resolutions together, and working out more had been at the top of the list. You’d both agreed that the two of you should exercise more, and it made sense to do it together and motivate one another, but now that you were here... You could see that it was a mistake. Watching a shirtless, sweaty Angel lift weights, his low grunts filling the air, was beyond distracting. It was erotic. He grinned at you, a dumbbells slung behind his gleaming shoulders. You wanted to lick the beads of sweat trailing down his tattoos. “You good, baby?” He teased, an eyebrow raised at you. You swallowed, your eyes unable to look away from the perfection that was Angel Reyes. “I--good. Yup. Good,” you said, watching the bulge in Angel’s shorts as he squatted down. “Mm, very well constructed sentence there,” he said, straightening up and placing the dumbbell on the rack. You stared at his ass as he turned around, and you felt your skin flush with the heat of desire. It should be illegal for one man to look so good. After all, this was a public place and here Angel was just being a fucking piece of art. “Babe, stop staring, you’re gonna make me blush,” he teased you, “Shh,” you dug into your pocket and pulled out your phone, “Don’t mind me. Keep working.” “Are you taking pictures of me?” “Maybe,” you answered, biting your lip as you snapped another picture, “Keep working out, this is good inspiration.” He laughed, doing as you said. By the end of your session, Angel had worked up quite a sweat, and you had amassed an impressive amount of sexy photos of your man. All in all, it was a good workout. 

Miguel Galindo: There was nothing like the sight of Miguel in cartel mode. Every step, every glance, every twitch of his eyebrow turned you on. He stood behind his desk, both hands spread out over the papers and files that covered it, glaring at the men in the room. He was the very picture of power. You stood off to the die, summoned there to be a witness, your eyes fixated on your man. You watched the words spill from his mouth, you watched the men--powerful in their own right--visibly shrink as Miguel spoke. The topic of conversation wasn’t important to you; Miguel had all of your attention. You stared openly, your eyes going from his sinful mouth down to his large hands, watching them flex as he gestured over at the men. His eyes were hard, eyebrows furrowed as he showed his displeasure with his employees. Distantly, you heard their apologizes and his acceptance of them, but really, all you could do was drink in the sight that was your husband. He was in his element, as much as Miguel wanted to go legit, and as well suited to that world he was, he was a cartel man. It was in his blood. And it came naturally to him. You watched as he lifted his hand and pointed to the door; you could see the men scurry out from the corner of your eye, but your focus was on Miguel. He turned to you, a smirk growing on his kissable lips. “I can see what you’re thinking, mi amor,” he purred, “Why don’t you come over here and let me give you what you want?”

Nick Amaro: As soon as Nick saw you, he grabbed you. He held you tight, his eyes closing, visions of you hurt and afraid playing behind his eyelids. “I’m alright, Nick,” you assured him, whispering into the crook of his neck, “I’m alright...” He nodded, finally pulling back to have a look at you. There was blood on your face, and he reached out to wipe it, leaving a soft red smear on your cheeks. “Don’t ever do that again,” he huffed, his eyes boring into yours, “Never, okay?” “Nick,” you said carefully, running a hand through his hair, “you know I can’t promise that,” you watched his jaw clench, “if I’m the only thing between a perp and a victim, I’m going to stand in front f the victim, every time.” He closed his eyes again, trying not to see the truth in yours. “Nick,” you repeated his name until he opened his eyes again, “I’m fine. You had my back. Liv had my back. I’m safe, and so it that little girl.” You turned, taking his hand in yours. “Look,” you directed him gently. A few feet away, the little girl who’d been kidnapped was in the arms of her sobbing mother, safe and sound. The man who’d taken here was in the back of a bus, bleeding from the gunshot you’d given him. “We did that,” you told Nick, looking up at him, “Look at that girl. She’s the reason we do what we do. She’s the reason I can’t promise I won’t ever do this again.” He nodded, turning back to you and taking you in his arms. “I know,” he said, kissing your forehead, “Just... Next time, don’t leave my line of sight, okay? Can you at least do that?” You smiled, “I can do that.” 

Johnny Tuturro: Johnny looked like a god, Apollo in the flesh. He was bathed in light, the rays of the sun shining on his brown skin, his smile wide and warm. You stood on the beach, Jakes on one side of you, Charlie on the other, and you didn’t even try to hide the fact that you were staring at Johnny. And really--who could blame you? He, Mike, and Briggs had just come to shore after catching a few waves, and Johnny was looking like a freaking dream. “Damn girl, stop drooling,” Briggs joked as he walked past you, taking Charlie’s hand and leading her away. Mike and Jakes laughed, following suit, and you watched, not at all concerned with the others, as Johnny approached you. “Wanna take a dip?” He asked. You shook your head, your hands immediately going to his chest, “Why are you like this?” “Like what?” “Like... this!” You stepped back, gesturing to his everything. “Look at you! You’re freaking glowing, you got the abs all out... Keep playing, and I’m gonna put a baby in you.” Johnny laughed, and the sight of him, skin glistening in the sunlight, water pooling in the deep crevices of his collarbones, had you clenching with desire. He leaned in close, his mouth right on the shell of your ear. “Since you like watching me so much, how ‘bout we go home, and we can go the bathroom, and you can watch me break you off in the reflection of the mirror, yeah?” You grabbed his hand, nearly running back to Graceland, eager to see what he had in store for you. 

Rio: You blinked, trying to test to see if you were dreaming. “R-Rio...” You gasped out. He stood in front of you, dressed in all black, a smirk on his lips. “Hey mama.” You jumped out of bed, but stopped yourself from running to him. He was dead. Rhea said he was dead. There hadn’t been a funeral, but she said he was dead and now... “I know,” he said, anticipating your thoughts, “I know. But, just look at me. Look at me. I’m here.” You looked at him; he had a beard now, and a nose ring, but it was him. He was real. He was here. “What...?” “It’s a long story, and I’ll tell you everything,” he answered your unasked question, “really, I shouldn’t even be here, but... I had to see you, baby. I had to see you.” You rushed towards him, burying your face in his chest as he held you. It had been months since you’d seen Rio, but it felt like a lifetime. You hadn’t really registered, until this moment, how much you had missed seeing him: his soft lips, his shorn hair and low lidded eyes. He was speaking to you, whispering that he was home now, and you pulled back to look at him. He looked different, harder, and you could see a change in him. “What happened to you?” You asked, your voice coming out in a whisper. “Remember the housewife?” “With the big boobs?” He chuckled, shaking his head at you fondly. “Yeah. She put three slugs in me,” he explained, and you looked him over, imagining the bullet wounds that you knew were under those dark clothes. “I’m good, mama. But I’m pissed,” he leaned down and kissed you, and your eyes fluttered shut as his lips moved against yours, “so you and me are gonna get justice.” 

Bonus Boy

Chris Zapata: Baseball had never been your favorite sport. You’d found it boring and tedious. And then you started dating Chris and suddenly, you were standing up in the stands every week, screaming and cheering as he played. You sighed dreamily, your chin in your hand as you watched Zap on the field. He wasn’t really do much of anything--actually, he (and Maz, and Barone, and Vinny) were all watching Murray throw a fit in the outfield. But God, did Chris look good. It was getting late, and the sun was setting, and it seemed like the very last rays of the day were clinging to Chris’ skin, placing a halo around him. You could see from your spot in the stands the sweat glistening on his skin, could see his eyes widen as Murray threw his bat at the score board, and you sighed again. You couldn’t even be sure if the team was winning or not (Murray’s tantrum suggested they were not), all you knew was that Chris looked like an angel. Your heart stopped in your chest when Chris’ eyes met yours, and you watched a smirk grow on his lips. He knew you were watching him. He knew you couldn’t look away. The sight of him like this--in his element--made you weak. You couldn’t wait for the game to be over so you could inspect your man at a much closer angle. 

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