#anyways.. look at baby fernando please

[suzuki-ecstar]

f1 teammates jarno trulli and fernando alonso goof off before their visit to renault’s ayrton senna complex — brazilian gp 2003, automoto tf1

[skitskatdacat63]

"The Boy With The Thorn in His Side"(x) - The Smiths × 2023 Strollonso moments + pundits' reactions

[cheeeeseburger]

B-a-b-y, baby

Fernando Alonso x Reader

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A/N: This was almost called "Put a baby in me one more time", like the Britney Spears song lmao. Also, this was inspired by that one interview where he is asked about not having children. Anyway, English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes, enjoy!

Cooking was your love language. It’s true that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, because that’s how you got your husband, Fernando Alonso. You had cooked him his favourite dish and he had fallen right into your arms. On the other hand, baking was your way to relieve stress. The night before your wedding, you were up late baking a pie.

Today, you were both filled with love and stress, and that’s why you ended up with your large dinner table buried under elaborate dishes and delicious desserts. There was enough food to feed an army. The entire F1 grid could’ve gone for seconds or thirds and there would still be enough for leftovers.

The reason for all of this? You had taken a pregnancy test, and it was positive. While this was wonderful news, you had yet to tell your husband.

“Princesa?” Your husband called out for you as he entered your home.

“In here!” Your stomach was doing cartwheels.

It’s not like he wouldn’t be happy. He had always wanted to be a dad, but as he got older, his dream of having his own children slowly started to fade away. You also wanted to have children, and although you were still young, you had yet to meet the man you imagined getting you pregnant. Luckily for you two, you found each other.

“Mi amor, are we having guests tonight?” Fernando asked when he saw the table full of food. As usual, he gave you a quick kiss.

You let out a nervous laugh. “No, no, it’s just us tonight. Why don’t you sit down?”

“Which bottle of wine shall I open for tonight? What will go well with all this wonderful food you have cooked?” Oh no. Wine was definitely out of the picture.

“I made lemonade, we don’t need wine! Please sit down my love, I don’t want the food to get cold.” He looked at you, noticing your odd behaviour, but he did not pick up on it.

“Alright princesa, if you insist.”

The meal went fine, but you had not yet found the courage to tell him the news. You didn’t know if it was because of all the sugar, the nervousness or the baby, but you felt like throwing up. At least, he seemed to really enjoy the food.

“Mi amor, I’m not going to fit in my race suit because of you!” He patted his stomach, and you knew it was your moment.

“Actually, I’m not going to fit in my clothes either. I’m going to be eating for two.” You got up to go behind his chair, and you kissed him on the top of his head.

“What do you mean?” Bless his heart. He had no idea what was coming. You put your arms around him and leaned down to whisper in his ear: “We’re going to have a baby.”

“¡Dios mios, princesa!” He got up from his chair and immediately pulled you in his arms. “Is this for real? I’m going to be a father?” The joy in his eyes was too much for you.

With tears in your eyes, you answered: “Yes, my love. You’re going to be a father. In fact, you’re going to be the greatest father there ever was.” He lifted you off the ground and made you spin in your dining room.

He put you down and gave you a big kiss full of love. “How did this happen?” He patted your stomach.

You smirked. “Well, I know how it happened.” You put on your best imitation of Fernando: “Please, princesa. Can I put a baby in you? I want to get you pregnant so bad, princesa.” He laughed at your poor attempt at a Spanish accent.

“I remember now.” You laughed, and he wiped your smirk and your tears away with a kiss. “You’ve made my dreams come true, mi amor. I didn’t think it was possible, but I love you even more now.” He hugged you tightly.

“I love you too, baby. I hope you’ll still love me when I ask you to go buy my pregnancy craving a two AM.” Fernando chuckled and tenderly brushed your hair with his finger.

“Lucky you, princesa. I drive fast. You won’t have to wait long for your food. And it will only make me love you more.”

You made a mental note to buy a cookbook about baby food.

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

You and Fernando, like any other new parents, stared in adoration at the crib in which your baby boy was sleeping. Although it was hard to believe, your son was now nearly a year old.

“He looks so much like you. I’m kind of insulted. I carried him for nine months!” You whispered at your husband. He laughed quietly.

“Let’s hope he has your brain, then. With your intelligence and my looks, he is sure to make a great F1 driver. My legacy will be secured!” You lightly smacked him on the arm.

“I’m never letting him go in an F1 car ever! I’m already on my knees praying that you be safe at every race, I’m not signing up for another 20 years of that!” You whispered-shouted at Fernando. You were kidding, but also not.

“It must be very hard, since I also make you go on your knees after every race and more.” He chuckled at his own joke. You smacked him again, harder this time. Forget the lightly. He continued: “Are you going to be very mad if I tell you that I have already bought him a kart?” Your eyes were big as saucers.

“Fernando!” You shouted a little too loud for your liking. Your son babbled in his sleep. “He’s not even one year old yet!” He faked looking sheepish, but really, he was proud of his scheming. You were not actually mad either, you were only pretending to toy with him. He grabbed your hands and kissed you. All his wrongdoing (that was not actually wrong) was suddenly forgiven.

“I’m sorry, princesa. But you can’t blame me for wanting to show him what I do.” You fake-pouted at him, but that did not last long because he looked too adorable.

“Alright, I get it. You will have to buy a second one, though.” He raised an eyebrow.

“Another one? Why, princesa? Are you planning on starting karting soon?” You put his hands on your stomach. Just like the first time, you were full of nerves, but also happiness. You cupped his face with your hands.

“No, my love. But the baby in my belly might.” You flashed your biggest smile at him. It was true that pregnancy made you glow because you lit up the whole darkened room.

“What?!” He shouted, and that effectively woke up your son from his sleep. Laughing, you picked him up from his crib.

“You’re going to be a big brother!” you exclaimed to your son, who giggled in return. Fernando was still in shock. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his disbelief. Finally, he returned to his senses.

“Princesa! I’m going to be a father!” He pulled you and your baby in a big hug. You laughed against his shoulder, as tears of joys were running your cheeks.

“You already are, my love. You are the greatest father there ever was.”

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

Fernando was an extraordinary father. He was so good to you and your two sons, who were now celebrities around the paddock. Alonso 1 and Alonso 2, they were called. When your husband approached you with the idea of having another baby, it was a no-brainer. How could you ever say no to the opportunity to give an already amazing father a chance to be an even better one?

And you loved being a mother. You loved cooking for your family and seeing them all enjoy it together at the dinner table. After you made a particularly good tiramisu, you got pregnant for the third time. Turns out that your tiramisu was so good that it made you get pregnant with twins.

That’s how you ended up walking around the paddock, pregnant with twin girls. Actually, it was more of a waddle than a walk. Your belly was huge, and you were holding your youngest son in your arms while the oldest tugged on your dress to keep you close.

“Princesa, what are you doing? You should be sitting down!” Fernando trailed down after you and immediately took your youngest in his arms, which made the people around you laugh. He really was the cliché of the overprotective father and husband, but it was cute. Still, you rolled your eyes at him. It was the children he was supposed to scold, not his wife!

“Fernando, I’m fine. I don’t want to sit down, it’s all I do these days. The girls and I, we want to have to have some fun.” You pointed to your belly, full of two little girls.

He gave you a kiss and he put his hand that was not holding your son to your belly. “I’m glad you’re here, princesa, but maybe use the stroller next time, yes? And you, tete, you were supposed to be watching your momma!” Your youngest son pouted at his dad and laughed when Fernando ruffled his hair.

“There’s just so many people here, I can’t pass with the stroller,” you whined, pointing to everyone around. Fernando raised an eyebrow at you.

“No, we can’t have that, can we, princesa? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have all the space you need, mi amor. All the best for my family.” He gave you a small slap on your ass and put his hand around your waist. He led you so confidently around the paddock that honestly it was a turn on.

You blushed and whispered to his ear so your children could not hear: “You’re making me feel hot. Maybe I’ll give you triplets next time, huh?” He gave a you a devilish grin while you made your way around, you holding your oldest son’s hand and your other hand resting on your full belly while Fernando had an arm around your waist and your youngest in the other.

Move over, everyone. The Alonsos are here.

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

You were resting on the sand of the private beach attached to your villa in Spain. Your twin girls were napping peacefully next to you, in the shade. You were trying to imitate them, but falling asleep next to the view you had was impossible.

Fernando was playing in the water with your two boys. Shirtless, the sun of his home country made him shine. Every time you had his back in your sight, you swooned at his tattoo. You wanted to fill it with kisses. It should be illegal to look this good.

Him playing with your children shouldn’t be that attractive, but being a father really did make him glow. His eyes lit up with joy when he was around his family.

“Boys, come here, you need to reapply sunscreen!” You shouted at the three most important men of your life. They all came running to you. You had trained your husband and children well, apparently.

“How are my girls doing?” Fernando leaned down and kissed you. You started to apply sunscreen on one boy while your husband did the same for your other son.

“They are doing well, my love. You’re giving me quite the show.” He smirked at you.

“You like the view, princesa?” He played cocky and showed off his body. You chuckled. What a show off. Thank God he was a show off.

It was his turn to get the sunscreen. Your boys played in the sand near their baby sisters. “Absolutely, baby. I’m hot all over, and it’s not because of the sun,” you answered while putting sunscreen on his back. He laughed, but you could tell he was pleased at your words.

“Oh really?” Fernando raised an eyebrow at you. You nodded, acting innocently.

“Yeah, baby. In fact, I kind of want you to put a baby in me right now.” His eyes got big, but he quickly came back to earth.

He threw you over his shoulder and spun you around. You were laughing hysterically. He exclaimed to your boys and your girls who were now awake because of the noise: “Do you hear that? Mamma wants another baby! You’re going to have another brother or sister!” His voice was full of joy. Your children were all laughing and screaming, clearly amused by the fact that mommy was on daddy’s shoulder.

Fernando untied the string around your neck holding your swimsuit top in place and put you down, laughing. “Fernando!” you yelled as you tried holding your top. He was already gone, too busy chasing your boys on the beach. The twins were doing a mix of laughing and cute baby noises. In revenge, you flashed your husband, to which he replied with a wink.

Oh yeah, you were getting that fifth baby. Tonight.

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

The room was silent, except for the faint sound of the heart monitor in the hospital room.

“Oh Fernando, he’s so perfect. I think we’ve outdone ourselves.” Fernando laughed softly. You were sitting against his back on the hospital bed, holding your newborn son.

“Princesa, you say this every single time.” You smiled at him.

“But it’s true, my love. All of our children are perfect. We are so lucky.” He kissed the top of your head.

“Yes, we are. I love you, mi vida.”

“I love you too.” At the same moment, your four other children came running into the room, all whispering-shouting when they saw their newest brother.

The love in this room could be observed from a fifty miles radius. Fernando looked around at the room, and he nearly choked up. A few years ago, he had nearly given up on his dream of having his own family, yet here he was, husband to a perfect wife and father to wonderful kids.

After a few minutes, your kids left to go back home with Fernando’s parents. You were perfectly happy, yet something was wrong, but neither of you wanted to mention it first.

Fernando finally broke up the silence: “You know, mi amor, I don’t really like odd numbers…” He softly brushed your hair with his fingers while you did the same to your baby boy.

“Me neither, baby!” you exclaimed, happy to see he was thinking the same thing as you. “And, you know, I think it’s not fair if we don’t give this precious little baby a friend! We would be failing as parents.” He laughed and added to your comment: “Oh yes, definitely. We would be bad parents. Horrible, even.” You nodded solemnly.

“Absolutely, baby.” He kissed your shoulder. “What’s one more?”

Yeah, what’s one more?

This man wanted children? He would be getting them.

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

Fernando had just done really well in a race, even landing a place on the podium. You and your six kids were all cheering for him, all dressed up in his merch. He waved at you from the podium, and all your kids started jumping and screaming for their father. You blew your husband a kiss, and he felt as if he had just won another championship.

“A question for Alonso. You had a great performance today, even landing on the podium. Tell us, Fernando. What made you perform so well today? Is it the changes on the car?” asked and interviewer during the post-race interview.

“The car is good, yes, but I got on the podium today because of my family, definitely. My wife and my children are always the reason why I succeed.” Fernando winked at you, and everyone in the room laughed as you turned beet red. You felt like the luckiest girl in the world, and you were.

Okay, another baby wouldn’t be so bad, right?

[folkloresthings]

Hey there! I’d love to request from Northanger Abbey, Fernando Alonso and a sickfic trope ?? One partner is sick, the other has to take care of them! Thank you!

SICK DAY. ❨ fernando alonso x reader ❩

fernando alonso was a renowned formula one driver, a two—time world champion. he drove incredibly fast cars for a living, one of the coolest jobs that maybe existed. he was charming, he was brooding. he had done so much with his life — but he did not get sick.

that being said, he’d been sniffling for two days now. you had told him to take some medicine, to wrap up, to rest up for just a minute. but fernando, stubborn as ever, didn’t listen.

“baby, please,” you beg, standing next to his desk. you set the paper bag down, full of your purchases. “i got you the flu medicine, and some cough medicine and throat drops. just take some and go to bed.”

he shakes his head, typing furiously at his laptop. apparently, when trying to prove himself alright, he works ten times harder than ever. you sigh, and leave him to it — the bag, still beside him. when you check it later, it hasn’t been touched.

you make him dinner later, his favourite, but when you set it down at the table he barely touches it. first, sniffling. then sneezing, coughing, and now losing his appetite. you stare across the dining table at your boyfriend, a knowing look painted on your face, one he tries so hard to ignore.

“you can’t go to work like this, ‘nando,” you insist, arms crossed by the front door of your shared apartment. “it’ll only make your cold worse.”

“i’m fine,” he mumbles through a blocked nose. “i think it’s going away now, anyway. i feel much better.”

he didn’t look it, and worry ate away at you all day. you sent him a few messages, but he insisted he was absolutely fine. that was, until you got a call from lance, asking you to come and pick your boyfriend up.

“thanks for coming. he’s a walking corpse in there,” the canadian boy meets you by your car, leading you straight to where fernando was. he looks even worse than he did this morning, skin a pale grey and nose red raw. fernando looks up in shock when he spots you, ready to argue with both of you. but a sneeze interrupts him, and he turns sheepish.

“come on, old man. let’s get you to bed,” you smirk, holding out a hand for him. “thanks, lance. i’ll let you know how he is tomorrow.”

fernando follows you like a small child, sinking into the passenger seat and letting his eyes rest from his headache. you’re home before he knows it, stumbling out of the car towards the house. you hurry next to him, allowing him to lean on you as you guide him to the door.

“go get changed and into bed. i’ll bring you some soup in a minute,” you tell him, setting his bag down. fernando nods, too drowsy to agree, and wanders up towards your bedroom. you hurry to heat some vegetable soup and a little bit of bread, carrying it and some medicine on a tray up to him.

“thank you,” fernando croaks, tucked in under the duvet. you set the tray on his lap, placing two of the tablets on his tongue and handing him some water. you leave him to his soup, turning on the television for whatever he wants to watch. “stay?”

you turn to your poor boyfriend, all red nosed and dreary eyed, and smile. “i’ll be back in a second. eat your soup.”

by the time you come back with a cold cloth, he’s cleaned the bowl empty. you chuckle, setting the tray aside, and climb onto the bed next to him. fernando moves against you instantly, curling into your side. there was no point fighting his sickness any longer, so there was no point pretending to be strong.

“this is cold but i’ll make you feel better,” you lay by his side, propped up on your elbow, gently pressing the cold cloth to his forehead and neck. fernando’s eyes flutter shut, easing into your touch.

“feels nice,” he mumbles, sleep taking over him. the soft mattress, your warmth next to him, the coolness of the cloth… how could he not doze off?

you stay by his side all evening and night, feeding him medicine and water, cooling his hot skin, fetching whatever he needed. you’d stay by his side through anything and everything. and, in a few days, when you catch the same cold he has — he’ll do the exact same for you.

[abbatoirablaze]

Q1, Fernando Alonso

Word Count:  759

Fernando sighed as he watched the rise and fall of the duvet.  Your soft little moans was music to his ears as his eyes trailed to the wall, looking towards the light peaking out from behind the curtains.

He’d have to get up soon.

It may have been Christmas break, but training waited for no man. 

Christmas time or not. 

It was with another sigh that his eyes moved back to you.  You shifted closer against his side and moaned. 

It hadn’t been more than a half hour ago that the room was filling with the beautiful, angelic sounds of your moans, and his own husky grunts.

“Corazon,” he groaned, watching you shudder beneath him.  Your core clenched around his length as your eyes stayed entranced on his features.  Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging in to the firm flesh of his ass, pushing his hips further against your own.  You let out a pornographic moan as his hips circled and his rhythm continued to build.  One arm lingered at your hip, holding you in place, while the other slid up your body, cupping your breasts, before moving up your arm and pulling your hands from his hair.  He laced your fingers with his and moved your hand over your head, stretching your body taut, “perfeccion!”

“Fernando!”

He watched as your eyes fluttered shut.  A smile lighting up his features. 

“No me voy a retirar, princesa!” (I’m not pulling out, princess) he growled, his pace stuttering ever so slightly, “me estoy acabando en ti!  Estoy poniendo un bebe en ti!”  (I am cumming in you.  I am putting a baby in you!)

“Por favor, Fernando!” you moaned, quickly hitting your high, “FERNANDO!  Please!”

“You like that?” he growled, taunting you lightly as he circled his hips, “you like thoughts of me putting a baby in you?  Stretching that tight little cono…making that little puta drool for me…”

Your core fluttered around his cock, an instinctive reaction to his words.  His mouth fell open ever so slightly as he growled.

You were loving the dirty talk.

He could feel your pussy trying to milk him as he continued, “you want me to make you a mami?”

“Please!” you whimpered, your own orgasm hitting you like a freight train as the hand that had been on your hip moved up to your breasts and he tweaked one of your nipples, “FERNANDO!”

“Going to put a bebe in you!” he growled, thinking of how you would swell with his child over the course of the next racing season, “Going to do it right now!  Going to see you become a nice little mami to our baby!”

You were gone.

Your core was actively milking his cock for everything it was worth as your eyes rolled back into your skull. 

He fucked you silly.

He smiled as he came, and with a guttural grunt, he spilled his seed into your needy channel, filling it.  Your cunt convulsed around him, practically sensing his seed making it’s way into you even more as he continued to fuck himself into you.

“No way you aren’t pregnant before New Years!” he groaned against your throat, his hips giving a few last-second thrusts as his breathing became hot and heavy  in your ears, “princesa.”

“Fernando.”

He was torn from his thoughts as he looked at your sweet doe-eyes.  He gave a light hum as he stared at you, “Hmm?”

Your hand trailed over his and you gave him a soft smile, “wanna take another shot before you have to get up for training?”

“You’re not too tired?” he teased.

“Oh…I’m trying to make you a papi before new years…” you teased back, “that means no breaks for either of us…and anyways…if we do this, you can stay in bed longer…this still counts as cardio…”

Fernando chuckled at you, “just because you’re my girlfriend and trainer doesn’t mean you get to make that ultimatum…what if I don’t fuck you silly like earlier, hmmm?”

“Then I guess you didn’t push yourself hard enough and we’ll have to do cardio after all!” you smirked yet again.

Fernando grinned, accepting the challenge as he gently rolled you onto your back, his hands already peeling the sticky, cum soaked panties from your mound, “oh mami…you’re really gonna wish you didn’t say that by the time I’m done with you…gonna have a belly full of me, and legs that feel like cooked spaghetti…”

“C’mere then, papi!” you teased, pulling your boyfriend on top of you for round two, “come breed me right!”

[thinkingaboutfilm11]

Thankyou @kikirahkikiaye for the tag! Was cute learning more about you.. Anyway- Tag Game!!!

Who is your favorite driver?

Senna. But from the current grid, probably Fernando.

Do you have other favorite drivers?

Prost too, Giles Villeneuve, Verstappen and Piastri. It's just a prividge to be able to watch them all drive, they're so talented. If we're going off personality, not driving ability, then Fernando, Seb and Gerhard Berger.

Who is your least favorite driver?

fuck nikita Mazepin and FUCK nelson piquet 📢📢📢

Do you pull for drivers or do you like teams as well?

Anyone who knows me knows I'm a mclaren simp like my father before me. Mclaren always first. Even though right now isnt really a good time politically for them... 💀But all my memories bonding with my dad as a baby were watching mclaren race, i have to support them.....

If you like teams, what teams do you pull for?

Mclaren, BUT, I am slowly beginning to support aston martin too. Thats mostly Alonso's doing

How long have you been into F1?

17/18 years?

What got you into F1?:

Both my parents drove cars for a living (not in a motorsport way at all) and my dad loved F1 so i was sat infront of it as soon as I was born. I had no choice.

Do you enjoy fanfic/RPF?

I live for Yaoi and Yuri. I have 60K in prosenna fanfiction and a 7 year old AO3 account to prove it.

How do you view new fans?

As potential prosenna stans... they only need brainwashing with classic F1 content and soon we can go insane together.... no I joke. I dont care how long uve been a fan im always happy to yap.

Are your friends and family into F1 as well?

My dad is, and my best friend's step dad also loves it and used to be a huge Nigel fan in the 80's! I'm very lucky because he lets me look through all his photos, and he even let me keep an Ayrton print. F1 has also helped me make alot of online friends, one of which I went on holiday with last year and every six months we'll fly across Europe to see each other. Yaoi brings people together people.

If you could take over as team principal for any team , who would it be and why? MCLAREN. REMOVE FAT BROWN. GET ME IN. I'LL RESTORE IT TO IT'S FORMER GLORY.

Are you open to talking to other fans/making friends?

Please!!!! always speak to me!!

I tag all the classic F1 girlies, @whobuilthemoon, @astirian, @hakkisen, @penseesauvage, @eliorosb3rg, @eliotheeangelis, @astro-gnome and anyone else who wants to do it.

[maxverstepponme]

thanks beloved ok here we gooo <3 sorry if im mean it's the vodka

Lily - i love her but god i wish she was better at golf. has she won anything??? i want her to win everything. are u allowed to not win anything in golf ? what are the rules

Andrea - she's so out of fernando's league but u know what i love her. i love when wags have jobs. he's actually her hab

Elena - she's so hot holy shitttttt also esteban has great vibes so i'm sure she's actually a nerd . date me instead

Carmen - her job seems like the most boring thing in the world and george is also boring so perfect ❤️ otp

Egle - her and hulk have the ugliest baby i've seen in my LIFE and her crochet shit is a war crime but yes girl get that ugly badly crocheted bag

Louise - she seems so real probably the most normal wag tbh. best thing about haas rn

Kelly - rot in paedo hell u racist dumbass

HOLY SHIT THE PAEDO REMINDED ME U FORGOT KIKA OMG

Kika - GIRL DUMP HIM U CAN DO BETTER I PROMISE YOUUUU in 5 years u will look back and be like "why did i date him" LEAVE HIM!!!!

Carola - yes girl give us nothing!!! truly crazy that she's only like 26. anyway carola baby u deserve better than an ugly old man who will cheat on u first chance he can so leave him <3

Tiffany - she is GIVING life laugh love i think shes from australia but she is such a karen from kansas

WAIT U FORGOT ISA OMGGGG

Isa - that anon was right does she ever see carlos??? but also obsessed w the fact we know nothing about them lol . anyway girl get a measuring tape please your clothes dont fit

Eva - soulless empty eyes she looks old as hell compared to nyck "forever young" de vries

Lily - eva's soulless empty eyes reminded me of oscar and his gf who ALSO has soulless empty eyes but major disney princess hair. she also has crazy eyes but she's also perfect in every way i feel like she's got an animal best friend or something

DRUNK ANON PLS START USING AN EMOJI BECAUSE THIS IS SENDING ME INTO A NEW ORBIT AND I NEED MORE OF THE SLANDER 😭

[justaredheadf1fan]

What could've been and never was in Monte Carlo

Hey there!

So I've been checking out Quali results at work with one of my colleagues, who's also a fan, and we were watching when there weren't any clients around us 🤪

Quali - Saturday

Just a few minutes into Q1 Checo decided it was a good time go just crash for the fun of it. Very nicely done, my friend. One out, one to go. Another flying car in the same day, how about that. There goes another Red Flag. Might as well have an interesting GP all along?

Carlos bothering Sharl almost at the end of Q1. Meh. Some quick surprises like Yuki on P1. Oh, good times ending quickly. Lewis at the edge of the abyss, saved by the bell basically.

Let's see Q2. Can't remember now who dropped on this one.

Seriously, is Lewis truly struggling that much? OMG and he's starting his lap right at the time limit for Q2... I know he made it through but I might kill him anyway. This guy loves giving people heart attacks.

Yuki is killing it today, he's right there in Q3, baby!! So if the rumors about Marko giving Nyck an ultimatum are true, honestly this isn't looking good for him this time either. He's achieved nothing so far this season. So much promise last year... I know the AT is a tractor, but I don't know how much he'll last.

Alonso and Carlos at the top... No, please. I hate to see this 🤣 The Alpines are doing a fantastic job this weekend, it's looking nice for them. HAHAHA ESTIE BESTIE P1! WHAT IS GOING ON TODAY?

Sharl trying to get his well-deserved pole, AND HE DOES IT!!!!! But shit happens and Alonso gets back up there. Grandpa, stop it now. And there comes... that person, with the illegal car. Obviously. Oh, what a surprise.

Race - Sunday

So, I've actually watched the full race with a bowl of popcorn just lying there on my bed and just tried to "enjoy" it on its own, without commenting on everything through here at the same time I was actually watching it happen. I have to say, although I haven't really enjoyed it, I've found myself more relaxed while watching, just enjoying the peace after a good day at work.

In all honesty, I've seen a tiny bit of the race at work with one of my coworkers because she's also a fan, and we watched the chaos unfold after it started raining.

There's just been a few things worth commenting on, from my perspective, since the race has pretty much been a bore:

Estie Bestie P3. Seriously, the Alpines have worked very, very well during the whole ass weekend, but Esteban today was on top of the world. He made a train(wreck) and ended up keeping his original position. Well deserved, if you ask me. He's done nothing wrong and earned his spot.

Lewis P4 after the disappearance of the "no-sidepod" concept on the W14, sounds promising, plus he's done a great job as he tends to do, but I'm still not confident.

Carlos and Checo did everything wrong today. We could definitely add George to this mix, but I don't even want to wast energy on this topic.

I don't see it as a surprise that Fraudstappen won. I mean, illegal car aside (?), what else did anyone expect? Excitement? Surprises? Right now F1 is synonym to this person winning it all without even trying or, God forbid, making an effort or fighting for his spot, like at all. Is that really what's left of the exciting sport Formula 1 used to be? Because at least Lewis, Sebastian, Fernando, Kimi, Rosberg... They all had a competition, even though Mercedes were far more superior by far in most occasions, they had to work for it still, so... Where's the actual work or so called "brilliance"?

Anyway, next week's Barcelona. The time finally came around and I'll be going on Thursday and I'm hoping with all of my heart that it doesn't rain. Not because of the race, it would make it that much more interesting, but the parking lot... It's all dirt, if it rains, that's gonna be the worst, so I'm hoping for a mundane thing like sun and dryness to go on the whole weekend, for our sake 🤣

Peace out!

[traincoded]

vettonso, baby :)

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When Fernando Alonso retires, this time for real, for good, no take backs, no new series – he says he does it for himself.

It's not F1 but it is racing. Childhood devotion, Teenage crushes, the highs of his twenties, an inadvisable marriage with a pop star, a divorce and a prolonged midlife crisis – they all have always happened in between races.

He imagines getting behind a wheel and not even trying to find the line ever again and discovers that thought makes his shoulders turn to steel. So he keeps up, with young ones, incomprehensible little children of the new millennium. Fernando's Spanish gets more Mexican. A world reduced to potential trajectories is how he intends to live out the rest of his life.

Jenson chatters, bringing inane gossip and updates from everyone's life back in Europe. His kid – the fourth one is racing in EuroKart. When he wins the title, his father invites all his old friends out to Monaco. There's a joke about Ben being very starry eyed. It's probably about funding, but Fernando goes anyway – because it's in offseason.

Most of the gang's all here, even Lewis – probably because his driving schools have hired every coach at some point or the other. Mark is holding court with DC. Across the room, Sebastian has stepped out from wherever he is hiding. He's chatting very seriously with Jenson's youngest daughter with his hair tied back in an identical ponytail.

Fernando had missed her third birthday during the hubub of a double header on opposite coasts. He suppresses an annoyance that he's come to expect over 3 decades and steels himself to get through the milling guests. When he's close, she sights him approaching with something shiny, assuming correctly its for her. She tugs at Sebastian to stop talking and watch him approach with a quiet, strange solemnity.

"Hey darling, how are you doing?" he asks an unsmiling Kristen.

"Fine. Can I get my gift now?"

He's not her father, and Sebastian is unhelpful as ever, so he shrugs and hands it to her. "Sorry it's late," he mentions, uncomfortably realising that she probably didn't understand why he didn't come before.

She casts a baleful glance at him, and immediately sits down on the floor to begin unwrapping it.

Sebastian giggles.

It's a Kimoa bandana and a transformer that turns into a car. Her nose wrinkles at the box.

"Do you want help opening the box?," asks Sebastian, while Fernando marinates in the disappointment of a toddler.

"No." Her voice has the tell tale sound of a lie about to be told by a child.

"Cars are for babies," she announces.

"I am not a baby." She turns to Fernando to confirm this bit.

He repeats, "You are not a baby. This is a special car. It's also a robot."

"Oh." She sounds almost mollified. Sebastian approves, delicately gesturing his head at her brother with his friends.

"It's only for very smart girls who can do the changes," he adds.

"Thank you, Nando," she intones, solemn again.

She looks up at Sebastian. "Please?"

Sebastian sits down next to her.

"Shouldn't Uncle Nando help too?"

"Okay," she concedes.

They spend an hour with her, unwrapping and assembling, swearing under his breath about bad instructions. Sebastian is easy with her, drawing her out when she retreats with an easy joke.

He thinks about it again. There could just time for him, unbracketed by racing. It wouldn't be losing.

[afterglow-tommylee]

Chapter 25. Show The World A Brand New Face

San Fernando Valley California, July 20 2002

After the interview was finished and the photo shoot underway, I stand off to the side using my Blackberry to send some emails as usual and glance up every once and a while to see Tommy posing as the camera flashes. 

I remember when I used to go on photo shoots with Soundgarden and just how hilarious it was to see them just play around acting silly while the photographer would capture photos. Then usually what would happen is that they would want to take some photos of Chris just by himself which at first he didn't mind, but once the photographer suggested he take off his shirt, he would get uncomfortable with it. He'd do it anyways but then he would complain to me the entire time about how 'It should be about the music and not what I look like. Who cares if I have a chest?' 

Tommy on the other hand is just having fun with it. He totally plays it up and of course always first and foremost it is about the music, but you can tell he just has so much fun with it.

"Mrs Lee?" one of David's assistants walks over to me

"Um... oh no please call me Andi," I say sweetly with a chuckle.

"Andi, sorry, um... would you want to have some photos taken? I mean you're in the article too, so David was mentioning to me that he would like to take some photos of you, either by yourself or with your husband, or both," She says.

"Me? Uh..." I hesitate and look over at the photo shoot that was still taking place. "Ok sure, maybe... but I didn't exactly wear anything that would be photo shoot material," I add glancing down at myself.

"Oh don't worry, we got you covered, come with me," She smiles and gestures for me to follow her. I glance back at Tommy and I see him subtly wink at me and I shrug, and follow her to the back of the studio, behind a curtain where all of the clothing was stored. 

"So... we have everything you need here. You can choose anything you want. You can even have a few different looks if you want to. Then uh, once you've picked out whatever, you can head over to Molly and she'll do up your makeup and hair," She says.

"Ok, um... thank you," I say nervously. As she walks away, I flip through some of the designer clothes trying to find something that would at least go with what Tommy was wearing. Like not matching him of course, but the same vibe with his jeans and white fitted tank and leather jacket if you know what I mean.  

I decided to stick with my own ripped low rise bootleg cut jeans over my Doc Marten boots with my silver studded belt, and pick out a plain black form fitted tank top, much like I would have at home and change into it. As I pulled it down over me, I half tucked it into the front of my jeans as it was a bit longer than I expected but hugged me perfectly everywhere else and also showed off my cleavage perfectly if I do say so myself. Once I check myself in the floor length mirror that they have set up, I make my way over to get my hair and makeup done.

***

"Ok, hi Andi, I'm glad you decided to take some photos with me" David smiles as he holds the camera in his hand. He just emitted this coolness about him and even though I was so fucking nervous, he did actually make me feel comfortable.

"Uh, sure... but I should say I've never, ever done this before," I tell him shyly, flipping my now dark smoothed waves out of my face. The way Molly did my hair was amazing, I never knew it could look so - well photo shoot worthy.

"No way, come on really?" He smiles at me again.

"Yea really," I giggle.

"Well don't worry, just relax and just have fun alright?  um ok we'll get Tommy to come back over here..." He gestures for Tommy to come over as he empties his camera, hands the roll to one of his assistants, then she hands him a new film roll and he pops it back into the camera. Tommy then appears beside me, leaning into me and placing his lips to my temple whispering "You look so fuckin' hot baby,"

"... and we'll get you two to um.. stand, or really... ok we'll have Tommy sit here and then you can either sit with him or whatever you feel like and we'll take a few shots ok?" David says as he leads us over to an area of the studio beside a large bay window letting as much natural lighting inside with an old vintage type chair. Tommy eagerly sits down and looks up at me, his leather jacket he has long ditched away while David walks back to his position to take our photos.

"C'mon babe, plant that cute ass right here," He smiles that charming smile at me patting his lap and I shake my head at him with a giggle. 

He is such a dork sometimes. 

"Whenever you two are ready, y'know..." David says from behind the camera and I could really feel my anxiousness rising. I timidly sit down on Tommy's lap, feeling completely nervous as he wraps his arms around me.

"You ok baby?" He asks.

"Uh, I don't know," I say nervously as I hear the camera click. I had no idea what to do, I didn't know how to sit, which way to turn or anything. I was so completely out of my element and it was pretty scary.

"Andi, just relax... just be like you two are normally. Pretend I'm not here," David says as he continues to snap pictures.

"How we are normally? Um I don't know, do you want me to piss her off?" Tommy jokes.

"Hey!" I laugh and smack him playfully on his chest and he laughs. 

"That's awesome... ok, Andi maybe if you uh, straddle him like... here," David stops for a moment and comes over to suggest a different way to sit on Tommy's lap and I couldn't help but giggle in nervousness as Tommy looks up at me raising his eyebrow while I change my position and I know exactly what he is thinking. I make myself comfortable trying to hold in my laughter and just as David walks away again Tommy jerks his hips which makes me bounce, then he laughs.

"You are such a 12 year old," I laugh.

"12? This morning I was 2," He smiles and I laugh. 

"Ok, you need to stop making me laugh," I giggle as Tommy laughs again.

As I try to make myself calm, struggling so hard not to laugh, David gives me more direction as to how we should be. Trying to be myself is the hardest thing when someone is watching me. I feel so on the spot. I wish I had a couple of shots of Jack or something so I could relax a little more.

After a few moments, my laughter subsides and Tommy places his hands on my hips. I couldn't help but smirk at him shyly, still completely feeling out of my element.

"It's just me and you baby. Don't even think about the camera. It's just me and you," He says so sweetly looking into my eyes, reaching up and brushing a few waves from my face. I have no idea if it was the words he said or how he looked at me, but I suddenly didn't even hear the camera anymore. 

He glances down over my body as my eyes remain focused on him, then I slowly close my eyes and feel him lean into me, his forehead touching mine and it was like everyone in the room had left and it was only me and him together. I then ever so slightly feel his lips brush mine and it was all I could do to contain myself. I bite my bottom lip to try and stifle the fact that I wanted him so bad as his hands move from my hips, up my sides and around to my back. I place my hands on his chest and I could feel his heart beating and as I move to rest my forearms on his shoulders he pulls me closer, his hands stroking my back feeling so amazing as his forehead still touches mine. 

Then just as I thread my fingers through his locks and brush my lips across his I hear David say "Ok you two, I uh... think we got it," and I flick my eyes open as we pull away from each other and I drop my hands from his hair.

"Holy shit," Tommy breathes.

"Uh yea," I say, still feeling dazed and still in the moment, like he somehow cast a spell over me.

"That was amazing guys, like wow... ok uh Andi, if you still want to do some solo shots which I highly recommend you do, we can do that now," David says.

"Uh ok," I say, still dazed somehow as Tommy and I look at each other, us both wondering what the hell just happened. Tommy and I have like, made out countless times like teenagers before, but somehow that was on a whole other level. 

"Um, are the solo shots going to be part of the um... article?" I ask David as I am still sitting on Tommy's lap feeling him take my left hand and placing sweet kisses to my palm.

"Some of them will be submitted but it's really just for you, just for fun. So... if you want to come over here, we'll uh take some more shots," he says and gestures to an area with a blueish grey backdrop and tons of studio lights. As I am about to lift myself off Tommy's lap, his expression shows that he doesn't want me to go yet and he holds me to him for a few minutes.

"Are you ok?" I ask with a giggle.

"I will be," He says, clearing his throat and continuing to place kisses to the palm of my hand. I then realize what he meant and I smirk.

"Do you have a - ?"

"Shhhh," He hushes me and I giggle.

***

"Do you want me to be over here? Or...?" I ask, feeling my nerves creeping up again as I stand in front of the blue-grey backdrop, with the brightest studio lights pointed at me.

"Whatever you like, you just do whatever and I'll capture it," David smiles at me and for some reason I felt like I couldn't move. It was one thing when Tommy was right here with me but this is really not me at all. 

I've never had the desire to be a model or have my picture taken. Most of the photos that are taken of me were always by friends without me knowing. I never even thought that anyone would want to take photos of me.

"Ok... um... I have no idea what to do," I laugh as I stand gently swaying back and forth with nervousness, and I glance at Tommy who was standing off to the side puffing away on a cigarette.

"Like I said, just do whatever, just be you," David says.

"Just be me... ok. Just be me..." I say quietly as I look down at myself, not knowing where to put my hands. I then hook my thumbs into the loops of my jeans trying to think of how I could 'pose' and I hear the camera begin to take shots of me.

It was like something changed, I was still so nervous but I suddenly started to become comfortable with it. As the camera flashed more shots, I was just me, I didn't try to pose or anything I just let myself feel confident and secure. David would come up really close which would make me laugh and I would glance at Tommy and he just had this incredible smile spread across his face and he would mouth to me 'I fuckin' love you' which would make me laugh and feel so beautiful inside. To think of all I've been through, I finally feel like I am beautiful and strong and right where I'm supposed to be.

***

A few weeks later when I had finally got the proofed photos in the mail, along with the envelope with the magazine inside, I opened it up and pulled out a folder and set it down on my desk, then I pull out the magazine with Tommy on the cover. He looked so freaking cool. 

I quickly flip to the article and see the photos that were taken that day. He looked so handsome and so damn sexy in each of them. It was amazing. There were also 2 photos that were taken of me and him alongside the part of the article with me, us both laughing together on that chair which was so freaking cute. I then set the magazine down and I open up the folder and inside was a note from David Studarus. 

To Mrs Lee,

Here are the photos that I hope find you well, and believe me when I say, you are a definite natural. I hope I have the honor to photograph you again. 

Anytime, Anywhere

-David

I set the note aside and pull out the photos from the folder. It was every single take from that day. The fun ones, the silly ones, the ones of me and Tommy on that chair by the window that captured the pure intense passion and love between us and of course, the ones of just me, the wind blowing through my waves, the light hitting just perfectly, barely recognizing myself. I never knew anyone could see me this way. That I could see myself this way. 

"Babe?" I call out but Tommy of course can't hear me since he is in his studio. "Baby, you gotta see these!" I yell excitedly as I run out of my office to show him.

[racingliners]

F1 Re-Watch 2013: Round 13 - Singapore

So I've been taking my sweet time in carrying on with my 2013 watch through bc a) following the 2023 season is eventful and b) I wanted to ensure I would have the proper time to watching Singapore in full because, for anyone who's new here, it is one of my absolute favourite races and on top of that it's a Seb win at Singapore so this race needed my undivided attention.

(also the race replay is two and a half hours)

I did watch this race at the time, and apart from Seb being iconic we also have the now-famous Webber-Alonso taxi ride, and my only other memory is Jev crashing out which 😭

fair warning I may go off about how pretty the track is, like, a lot:

Getting slightly triggered about Crofty talking about humidity after watching Qatar 2023, but we move on

*deep inhale* Singapore preeeeeeeeeetty 😍

So, starting grid overview!: Seb pole (🥰), Rosberg P2, Grosjean P3, Lewis P5, Fernando P7, Jenson P8, Dan P9, and Jev 12

Man, seeing Perez down in 14th knowing he won the race last year is quite the F1 whiplash.

Super Soft and Mediums are the tyre compounds for this race, and all but one driver (Sutil) are starting on the super softs.

oh. my. god. Seb's v sparkly helmet. I ADORE it.

[Formation Lap]: Aaaaaand cue the mad dash of mechanics and engineers running back to the garages.

"Let's go lesbians let's go!"

(am I talking about the mechanics, or the drivers on the formation lap, who's to say?)

(plot twist it's both)

oooh infrared camera on the tyres, love that

Seb's championship lead was over 50 points at this point in the season, please inject it into my veins at the earliest opportunity

[Start/Lap 1]: Rosberg leads into turn 1!!!

but he goes wide and Seb retakes P1

Also Fernando's up into P3, man's had speedy af starts since the dawn of time

[Lap 2]: whew the gap between Seb and Nico is already 1.9 seconds

argh Lewis has to give a place back to Massa for going wide, he's now P7

"Sebastian Vettel half a second quicker on this lap" THAT'S THE LION OF SINGAPORE BABY!!!

Lewis is running a non-yellow helmet but the camera isn't focusing on him for long enough for me to be able to tell what colour it is. It looks kinda pretty though.

(Stay tuned for more thrilling Helmet Watch updates)

[Lap 3]: oof Dan's down to P14 after starting P9

Current top 5 is: Seb, Rosberg, Alonso, Webber and Grosjean

With Seb having a 4.6 second gap over P2. 🏃‍♂️💨

Remember when they briefly called sprint race winners Speed Kings? That's Seb rn.

Gosh I will never ever tyre of watching the cars drive round Singapore, I really do love the track layout.

Every street circuit apart from Monaco wishes they were the Marina Bay Street Circuit.

Anyway, start replay! You can see Dan get bogged down, hence the drop in track position. Also Nico's start was pretty aggressive, had he not ran out of track he'd probably still be leading

oh, Lewis did the same thing to Massa as he did at Singapore this year 😭 (still love you mate don't worry)

[Lap 5]: "Remember there are safety cars out there, save your tyres" You can hear the mild passive aggressive 'Seb slow tf down' in Rocky's voice dvbjdfbj

He's 6.4 seconds ahead of Rosberg

[Lap 6]: Not much overtaking going on rn has to be said

[Lap 7]: Gosh I miss it when the cars had glossy liveries, they look so shiny under the floodlights

This is mainly why I have beef with matte liveries ngl

[Lap 8]: "Alonso P3 is holding the pack up" Singapore 2013 🤝 Monaco 2022: Bono calling out Fernando for on-track nonsense

I assume this is all to do with track gaps and pit windows and all those things I don't currently have the brain to do maths for

Oh I'd forgotten all about Seb and Mark's gearbox issues from Monza, they both have the same gearboxes in their cars rn

(I don't think we had any gearbox issues this race, but my memory of 10 years ago is obviously patchy)

[Lap 9]: Anyway, no change in grid order. The track is still pretty.

And a David Beckham sighing in the Merc garage!

[Lap 10]: Gap between Seb and Nico now just over 7 seconds

[Lap 11]: And Raikkonen is the fist car to pit, he takes another set of super softs

Comms and Ted speculating that with the tyre wear the drivers are reporting it's looking like a 3-stop race

[Lap 12]: An Alonso fastest lap, while Gutierrez and Jev pit

oof, replay of Lewis having a lock-up while chasing Massa

[Lap 13]: Rosberg with a 3.4 second gap over Alonso

[Lap 14]: Webber pits for mediums, Massa did the same a lap earlier

Jenson also pitted.

[Lap 15]: And in comes Alonso, also for mediums.

And Nico being called in to cover him almost immediately

Suddenly, Tom Jones

Anyway, traffic wise Alonso came out behind Di Resta, who's doing a great job at holding him up

[Lap 16]: and in pits Rosberg for mediums.

Merc with the double stack, Lewis has also pitted.

Top 5 currently: Seb*, Rosberg, Di Resta*, Fernando and Webber. Interestingly with Alonso being unable to pass Di Resta his gap to Mark is now only 1.2 seconds. (* = still to stop)

and cut to Maldonado v Perez v Hulkenberg for 11th

✨midfield spice✨

[Lap 17]: Seb with a 30 plus second gap over Rosberg, so he should retain the lead when he pits at the end of the lap

and he also takes on a set of mediums, and keeps the lead of the race

[Lap 18]: Di Resta remains the only car on track left to pit, Alonso still can't get past him

[Lap 19]: Seb is still doing Seb things, 8 second gap ahead of Rosberg

[Lap 20]: Make that 8.5

And Alonso is *still* behind Di Resta,

"These tyres feel terrible" "Message understood" The predecessor to "Bono my tyres are gone?" or are they genuinely shit? Lewis this is why I have trust issues

Helmet watch: finally a slow mo shot of Lewis, his helmet looks like it's all over silver which I love!!

(I absolutely will try and find pictures for my post-re-watch blogging later)

also also hi Merc pit wall!

[Lap 21]: After 84 years, Di Resta pits for his first stop

The top 10 is now: Seb, Rosberg, Alonso, Webber, Grosjean, Lewis, Di Resta, Massa, Jenson and Raikkonen

[Lap 22]: I don't know about you, but I'm feeling twenty-two...

(sorry, I had to)

[Lap 23]: Still not much racing going on

But Grosjean just set a purple first sector 👀

"We've seen a lot less driver errors this year" I fear an incoming commentator's curse now

[Lap 24]: And cut to Tom Jones sat with the Lotus mechanics

and in racing news, there's just over 4 seconds covering 3rd-6th place

And a Toto sighting in the Merc garage!

[Lap 25]: There's Dan in the wall at turn 13 😭

He's absolutely fine, the front end is ever so slightly dented as he was braking for the corner.

But there's are Safety Car

(also silly me for getting my Toro Rosso's confused)

[Lap 26]: and in come a whole bunch of cars to pit under the SC, though Seb, Rosberg and Webber have stayed out.

[Lap 27]: Can't say I have a lot of thoughts, I did manage to find pics of Lewis' helmet though! It's an early version of his white and red helmet design he ran for a good while, one of my favourites of his

[Lap 28]: Rocky giving Seb some restart coaching, bless

Alright I've restrained myself for long enough, the Singapore skyline at night is bloody gorgeous

[Lap 29]: "If Ted's been doing maths I want to hear this in full" I will give Crofty that one right

Ted's back! He thinks it's going to be a 57-58 laps race (ie hitting the two hour race limit before the full race distance of 61 laps)

[Lap 30]: SC in this lap!

"The radio failed when I talk" That's definitely something you want to hear mid-race 😬 (This was Rosberg hopefully talking to his engineer)

Anyway, looks like Seb's restarted!

[Lap 31]: Post SC pit-stops, the top 5 is: Seb, Rosberg, Webber, Lewis and Alonso

If we get a Lewis v Fernando battle I fear my heart may not take it

[Lap 32]: oof that's a lot of marbles on the main straight

Meanwhile, Seb is back to doing Seb things, 4.1 gap to Rosberg

Not Lewis thinking he'd ran over debris and asking to the to check his tyre pressures. stress.

I think he's fine

[Lap 33]: Seb fastest lap 🥰

"More collective groans from the sofas of the world" Respectfully Crofty, shut up.

Niki vibing at the back of the garage with David Beckham

oof Romain being told to pit because his engine is having a problem with air consumption??????

"What is wrong with this car" Great question mate

This is the most bizzare thing I have ever seen.

He's just sat there while a Renault engineer puts some air into the car.

Sheesh. He comes out in 21st.

[Lap 35]: Right, hopefully we don't have to do that again.

Also no I'm still not used to hearing GP on Di Resta's team radio.

Fun fact, super soft is the same in Italian as it is in English. This was brough to you by Andrea Stella's radio to Fernando

[Lap 37]: Seb has a 12 second gap over Rosberg. 🏃‍♂️💨💨

ooooooof replay of Gutierrez juuuust missing the barriers as he went off the track, well saved has to be said.

[Lap 38]: and just to add to Rosberg's woes he has a chunk of rubber stuck in his front wing, which is losing him a little bit of aero performance

[Lap 39]: ✨another Seb fastest lap✨

and a Lewis PB!!

Ahhh, RBR want Seb to build another pit stop gap in case he needs it. clever.

oh no Romain DNF :(

[Lap 40]: we're at 40mins left of race time.

Thankfully the TV graphics still have a lap count

[Lap 41]: Webber pits for another set of mediums

sounds like we might get another pit stop shuffle

[Lap 42]: and lo and behold in comes Rosberg, also pitting for another set of mediums

and he's jumped by Webber!

They're down in 11th and 12th but that will likely change with the cars ahead pitting.

Though there's a change Alonso (now P3) can go to the end

[Lap 44]: STOP THE RACE!!! JENSON IS P4!!!!!

also in comes Lewis , who also stops for mediums. He comes out in 10th

Okay now we can stop the race JENSON'S P3!!!!!

Seb also called into pit.

[Lap 45]: He takes on a set of super softs, and is clear ahead of Alonso in P2.

livery watch: god the glossy red Ferrari under the lights really does hit different, I miss it 😭

meanwhile Rosberg is arguing with his engineer about the strategy and whether or not he should be pushing or saving his tyres

this is all under the assumption that Fernando has to stop again when he technically doesn't have to.

[Lap 46]: Anyway I'm jus to going to stare at Jenson being P3 on the timing screen because I have MISSED IT SO

Perez is also running P5, McLaren have potentially pulled a blinder.

[Lap 47]: The slow mo shot of Seb in his sparkly helmet >>>>>>

[Lap 48]: The Merc pit wall realising they're going to have to overtake some cars since those ahead on track are trying to run to the end

since those guys (Alonso, the McLarens and Raikkonen) all pitted under the SC, it's not surprising that they're trying to stretch their second stint out for as long as they can

[Lap 49]: First Webber, then Rosberg get past Gutierrez who's on older tyres

aaaand as does Lewis. (Webber now P7, Rosberg P8, and Lewis P9)

[Lap 50]: It's quite fun watching this strategy stuff play out because at a regular track, it would absolutely favour the 3 stoppers, but with Singapore being a street track it's slightly more difficult to make it work

also: OVERTAKES!!

[Lap 51]: I find it hilarious that Seb going so fast is going to be the decider as to whether or not the race goes to full distance or the 2hr time limit. King shit.

(I love him your honour)

[Lap 52]: He has a 13.5 second gap over Alonso in P2.

"Lewis Hamilton is starting to gain on his team mate" *2014-2016 flashbacks*

[Lap 53]: Damn I wish I had snacks, watching Webber and the Mercs charge through the field is so fun

[Lap 54]: Jenson is still in P3 but I know he doesn't finish there :(

and Webber gets past Hulkenberg for P6!

and Raikkonen gets past Jenson 😭

it was fun while it lasted

Top 3 now: Seb, Alonso and Raikkonen

[Lap 55]: And both Mercs take Hulkenberg

Di Resta in the barriers, though not by much.

While that happened Webber got past Perez

[Lap 56]: ...and now Jenson

I am equal parts thriving and in the trenches

[Lap 57]: 🚨5 laps remaining klaxon🚨

and Rosberg takes Perez

oh Massa's here

and Webber's shortshifting issues have returned.

[sirens, gunshots, the distant sound of sobbing strategists]

Rosberg gets past Jenson, and Lewis gets past Perez.

[Lap 58]: And Lewis overtakes Jenson into turn 1

I have no idea where any of these guys are position wise. Damn the scrolling positions graphic.

[Lap 59]: and as I say that it scrolls back: Seb P1, Alonso P2, Raikkonen P3, Webber P4, Rosberg P5, Lewis P6

But Webber's just been told he has to nurse his car to the end

[Lap 60]: We've also got a 4 car battle for P8. Jenson, Perez, Hulkenberg and Sutil are all running nose to tail

And both Mercs take Webber in the span of a couple of corners.

[Lap 61]: Final lap!!

something about the duality of Red Bull drivers, the onboard with Webber does not sound healthy.

While Seb has 34 seconds over Alonso.

[Finish]: and SEB WINS IN SINGAPORE!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉

King. Shit.

Alonso P2, Raikkonen P3, Rosberg P4, Lewis P5, Massa P6, Jenson P7, Perez P8, Hulkenberg P9 and Sutil round out the top 10.

WHEW. That's probably one of Seb's most dominant wins ever. Which is like iconic as hell. And he drove so fast that we did make it to full race distance. I only really enjoyed the latter stages of watching the 3 stopper cars carve their way through the field. The nature of the circuit meant they had to work for it, and they were all really great overtakes.

So that was very, very fun. Next race - South Korea!

[cheeeeseburger]

Late night shift

Fernando Alonso x Reader

Masterlist

A/N: A Donna and Harvey dynamic? Yes please! English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes. Enjoy!

“Can you transfer me…”

“The last email? Already did.”

“Thank you, dulce. Can you confirm…”

“Your presence at the gala? I already sent both of our RSVP, like last week. Duh.”

“Oh, ok, thanks. Can you bring me a cup of coffee then?”

You rolled your eyes. “Fernando, your latte is already in your office, like usual. I’ve nearly finished mine. I used your card. Thanks for the free drink, I guess.”

He looked at you in admiration. “You truly are amazing; do you know that?” His words shouldn’t have pleased you as much as they did. You should be used to it by now, he thanked God for making you apply to be his assistant multiple times a day. You blew him a kiss, winked and replied as you exited the room: “Oh baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.” If you had looked back behind your shoulder, you would have seen his eyes full of high esteem and something else that would have woken up the butterflies in your tummy.

Ok, maybe calling your much older boss “baby” wasn’t the most professional way to act, but it was just the way things were between you and Fernando. They had always been like this, ever since you had started working as his assistant, three years ago. You had quickly picked up on his habits, and not a week after you had started the job, he had already nicknamed you “dulce”. Everyone around the paddock knew you two as a pair, an item even. If he was somewhere, it was because you told him he had to be there at a specific time, and you were always right next to him. The media loved your dynamic, and your name was always associated with his. If he was the dad of the grid because of his age, then you were the mom simply because you were partners in crime. Even his parents treated you like a daughter in law. Honestly, you looked like an old couple, always bugging the other, but caring deeply for each other.

The thing is, you two were not a couple, not even close. There wasn’t an ounce of romance between you two, sadly. At least, it was sad for your poor, poor heart who jumped every time you were next to him, so basically every minute of the day. Sometimes, you thought he might feel something for you too, like when you were on flights together, and he sat next to you so you could fall asleep on his shoulder, or whenever it was late at night, and he knocked on your door just to ask you if you wanted to order food. He also left a doubt in your mind whenever you were his automatic plus one to any event, and he had a possessive grip on your arm all night, or when he treated you to something you didn’t even remember mentioning to him.

But every time you got your hopes up, he asked you what shirt he should wear for his upcoming date, or which car he should drive to pick a lucky lady. With your heart crushed, you always answered the white one, because it made him look crisp, and you said to drive the Porshe, because the Valkyrie was your favourite, and just like its owner, you wanted to keep it to yourself.

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

“Fernando, baby, I won’t be able to attend the gala with you next week. Do you have someone in mind that you’d would like me to contact to be your date?” You dropped this bomb so casually, on a flight between two continents. Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea, since you were stuck in an enclosed space with him for the next few hours.

“What are you talking about? What do you mean you’re not going with me?” Oh boy, he was pissed. You just continued working on your laptop. “Don’t worry, I can still work as your assistant there even if I’m going with someone else.” You rolled your eyes, which you probably shouldn’t have done, because he looked really irritated now.

“Stop playing with me. You’re going with someone else? Who are you even going with anyway?” Oh, if looks could kill. You regretted being in an airplane even more, because if he did end up killing you, you’d be in international waters, and it would be hell in court. You’d have to find the best lawyer there is. Oh wow. You were thinking about hiring a lawyer for your possible murderer. You were just that good at your job.

“Just some guy who owns shares in Aston Martin. Don’t worry, it’s not a lot.” He just stared at you, and now you were really starting to feel uneasy. “Don’t kill me, please?” You asked sheepishly.

That got him out of his trance. “What?” Ok, maybe you had gotten too far in this murder fantasy. He continued: “Why don’t you want to go with me?”

Bless his heart, he looked sad for a second, but the look of fury came back very quickly. “Fernando, it’s not that I don’t want to go with you, it’s just that I got asked out, and since I’m single, I said yes. It’s nothing personal, really.” You shrugged.

“You want to be with this guy? For life?” He interrogated. You raised your hands in the air: “Woah, woah, buddy. I haven’t even gone out once with him! I’m just considering my options.” You suddenly felt self-conscious. “I don’t want to be single forever, you know. What if I turn forty and I’m still all alone in life?” You started to fan yourself and pretended to faint for a more dramatic effect. That effectively lightened his mood.

“You know that I am over 40 and still single, right?” You stuck your tongue at him, and he tried his hardest not to laugh. “Is it because he’s rich? I am rich too, you know.” It was your turn to be offended. “It’s not because he’s rich! It’s because he asked me out and he seems nice, that’s all! Why aren’t you happy that for once you will not be stuck with me? You have the opportunity to invite whoever you want!”

His mood was like the weather at every Canadian GP: changing in a second. He pinched his nose in frustration. “Dulce, if I’m not going with you, I’m going alone.” God, he was exasperating. You had to remind yourself he was your boss; otherwise much harsher words would have come out of your mouth. You settled for a simple “Fine!” to which he also replied “Fine!”

Nobody was actually fine. The rest of the plane ride was pretty much silent.

。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜゜。。+゜

Although you tried not to think about it, your relationship with Fernando was definitely strained after that conversation. You pretended that everything was normal to not raise questions from other people, but you knew something was wrong. He did not kiss you on the cheek like he used to do at least once a day, he dropped the nickname he had for you, and even started to avoid you. You were heartbroken. You did not understand why he was so hurt. You thought you did the right thing by accepting that he was not interested in you like you were in him and moving on, but perhaps not. You felt sick all week until the gala.

Honestly, you were not that interested in your date, but you had to pretend for the night. When he picked you up in his flashy car and he complimented your look, you acted all shy and pleased when really, you didn’t give a shit what he thought about you.

He was right though; you did look gorgeous. Your dress was very flattering on you, it gave you curves in all the right place, and your hair and makeup gave you that old-Hollywood look that is to die for. Also, your boobs really looked good, which is always a confidence booster, right? (A confidence boobster, even?) You always felt beautiful, but tonight, you felt hot. The cameras flashing and the looks you got as you entered the gala confirmed your feeling. Oh, your ego would definitely not fit through the door.

You were sitting alone at a table while your date went to get you something to drink.

 “Already alone, dulce? Even though you’re far from turning forty?”

You looked up at Fernando, and your stupid heart betrayed you by doing a backflip. He looked so fucking good in a suit, it was criminal. He looked like the hero of those mafia romance books that you loved in secret. His white dress shirt made him look very dashing. It made your imagination run wild with fantasies involving you grabbing him by the collar, and wearing nothing but his unbuttoned shirt while he made you breakfast the next morning. Oops.

You flashed your biggest smile at him. “I’m not alone, I have you!” You jumped from your seat to give him a big hug like you always did. Gosh, he smelled so good. You knew his perfume because you were always the one reordering the bottle, but you made a mental note to order a bottle for yourself. Perhaps you could spray it in your underwear drawer? Once again, oops.

“You look beautiful, dulce.”  You gave him a spin so he could really take in how good you looked, and his gaze was full of adoration. He even flushed a little bit. You stared him up and down. “You look good too, baby. I’m glad we went with the black suit.”  He smiled at you. “You have good taste, dulce.” This conversation was the most normal you had all week, ever since the airplane incident.

“I can’t believe you went alone! You’re so stubborn!” You lightly smacked him on the arm when you saw that he truly was unaccompanied. He shrugged and winked at you. “Like I said, it’s you or nothing, amor.” You crossed your arms on your chest, which made your boobs squeeze out of your dress a little, and he definitely peeked at them, but he’s such a gentleman that his eyes were immediately back on yours. You just wanted to scream: Look for as long as you want, baby. Do you want me to remove my dress completely, perhaps? On your bedroom floor, maybe?  You ultimately decided against it.

“Thousand of women are crying all over the world because of you, Fernando. ABBA are currently removing their song Fernando from their catalogue. Do you realize the consequence of your actions?” While you were joking, he suddenly got very serious, and his voice got very deep when he asked “Do you? Do you know why I can't bring anyone that is not you with me?”.

It felt like the air had changed in the room. You were suddenly very hot, and his eyes on you didn’t help with that. You bit you lower lip, and he seemed like he wanted to take you right there, right now. He was giving you his best bedroom eyes. Your legs felt weak as you imagined him fucking you, the noises he would make, the screams he would get out of you. He was definitely the type to talk you through it. The thought made your toes curl. You just knew he would help you clean yourself after because you wouldn’t be able to walk. God help you, if he kept staring at your lips like that, you would have to take him against the wall like a starved woman. Were your panties wet already?

Your moment was interrupted by your date, which you had completely forgotten about. The sexual tension was definitely still there, though. You introduced him sheepishly to Fernando as he gave you your drink. As soon as the two men started talking to each other, you finished your espresso martini in less than three sips.

Fernando and your date seemed like they were in a weird show off competition. Both were trying to intimidate the other. You grabbed a champagne flute from a nearby waiter and you downed that, too. There’s no way you would be able to go through this awkward conversation sober. Both guys were acting way too possessively. As soon as Fernando put his hand towards your lower back, your date tried to grab you by the arm, but Fernando just gripped your waist harder. You felt like the favourite doll of two very intense toddlers.

Eventually, thank God, your date was called by someone he knew, and you were once again alone with your boss.

“I don’t think he’s right for you.” Fernando immediately said as soon as he left.

“Gee, okay, dad.” Daddy almost slipped out. Almost.

“I am serious, dulce.” Just like you did frequently these days, you rolled your eyes at him.

“Don’t worry, from the way that you acted, he’s not going to want to go out with me ever again. Why did you have to act like a protective older brother?” You whined. Actually, you didn’t care if your date never talked to you ever again, but Fernando didn’t have to know that.

“Older brother?” He looked pissed at the words. “He’s way too old for you, anyway.”

“He’s literally your age, Fernando. And you’re not too old for me, are you?” You wanted to stomp the floor because he was getting on your last nerves.

“I think I’m perfect for you, dulce.” What did he say? (Cue the meme)

Once again, your date, which you were slowly starting to despise, interrupted your moment when he got back to your side. To make matters worse, you three were at the same table for the dinner. It was the longest, most awkward meal of your life. You were sitting in the middle, and both guys were fighting for your attention. It could have been flattering, but it was just so fucking annoying. You kept sending apologetic glances to the other people sitting at your table. Fernando abruptly left to go sit at another table. What a child.

Your mood lightened when the atmosphere changed from a formal dinner to a party.

“Do you dance?” you asked your date. “Never”, he replied. You sighed as you watch everyone leave for the dance floor. You loved to dance, and you could not even have this small thing tonight. This night was a complete failure.

Your favourite song started playing. You just wanted to get up and dance with your date like everybody else was doing, but the stupid asshole was apparently to busy playing Candy Crush on his phone. Gosh, could this night be even more horrible? You just wanted to go back home and cry, until you felt a hand pick up yours.

“Come on, amor. I know this is your favourite song. Nobody puts baby in the corner.” He winked and pulled you to the middle of the dancefloor.

You were stunned. Not only did he know your favourite song, but he had also quoted a line from Dirty Dancing, the movie you always watched during airplanes ride. It was your job to know his favourite food, his preferences; but he had gone out of his way to learn your habits and your favourite things. This was the most romantic thing that has ever happened in your life. This only usually happened in movies like Dirty Dancing. You just stood there, not moving, too shocked to do anything.

“What’s wrong, dulce?” Fernando asked, worriedly. Your nickname, the smile he reserved just for you, his lingering gaze, the info he had gathered on you; it all made so much sense now. He wanted you, just like you wanted him.

You grabbed him by the collar like you had wanted to do all night, and you started to kiss him right there, in the middle of the dancefloor. He did not hesitate. He immediately kissed you back and put his arms around your waist.

This was the best kiss you had ever had. Years of wanting him made you desperate like that, and apparently, he was desperate for you, too. He tasted like sugar and spice and everything nice but also like “I’ve wanted to do this all night” and “Wait, no, I’ve wanted to do this for years”. You were in synch; the world could have stopped, and it wouldn’t have changed anything. You didn’t even think for a second about that other guy, nor did you think about people watching you. Most everyone though you were already together anyway.

“Am I dreaming, baby?” you said as you pulled away. He softly cupped your face with his hands.

“No, dulce. I have been dreaming of kissing you, though.” Your heart melted.

“You have?” You asked in a soft voice. He kissed you again, but it was slower this time, more delicate. He wanted you to realize how badly he cared for you and how long he had been dreaming of this. Was this real? You had never felt as adored as you felt at this instant. People were all around you, dancing and enjoying themselves, but it was like you were alone with Fernando, in another world, on another planet.

“Amor. Surely you must know that I care more for you than anyone else. You’ve always been more than my assistant. I’m happy to call you my friend, but I hate it at the same time because I can’t stand the thought of us being just friends.” He caressed your face. The vulnerability in his eyes touched you to your core, and his words send a wave of heat through your body. This was the most romantic thing that has ever happened to you, but also the hottest. He caused some serious butterflies in your tummy.

“Baby, I don’t like us being just friends either,” you replied, your lips only a few centimeters away from his. He stared hard at your swollen mouth and crashed his lips on it. You locked your arms behind his neck, and he put his large hands around your waist to get a better grip. Oh gosh. He had only kissed you, but he had already ruined you for every other guy out there. One thing for sure, your panties were wet already, and from the bulge you felt on your thigh, he was enjoying himself too.

“Dios mio, amor. I should have done this earlier,” he chuckled and looked at the ceiling. This man was turned on. Like, sooooo turned on.

You leaned in even closer to whisper in his ear: “Don’t worry baby, we’re just getting started.” Your lipstick lingering on him, his perfume on you, the heat in your body, it was all overwhelming, so when he asked you “Do you want to get out of here?”, you were quick to answer: “Yes!” and to lead him out of the party.

Fernando was holding you close to him while you two waited for the valet to bring out his car. You were blushing and giggling like a teenage girl because you finally had the man of your dream in your arms. He kept giving you kisses, and it was like he could not believe it was now allowed.

You first saw it out of the corner of you eye. It was a real beauty, and you were in awe of it. The valet got out and gave back the keys of the green Valkyrie to Fernando. You wanted to scream. Surely, you must be in a rom-com. In your wildest dreams, this was the car the picked you up in to go on a date. You were like a kid in a candy store.

Fernando smiled at your enthusiasm. “I know it’s you favourite, dulce.” He opened your car door and you shrieked when you got inside.

“Oh, baby, this is way too good!” You were busy with touching the leather of the seat and admiring the interior. He had taken you on hot laps before, but never in this car. Apparently, he was saving it for a special occasion.

“I’m glad you like it, amor.” He started the car and drove off smoothly into the night. Wow, this guy is good at driving, maybe he should do it professionally or something?

As the air hit your face, you were hit by a wave of happiness. You shouted at the world: “I was made to be doing this!”

The Spaniard put his hand on your thigh and replied in a sensual voice: “Si, amor. You were made for me.”

Fernando drove really fast, but you wanted to get to his place so badly that it was not nearly fast enough. His hand slowly going higher and higher on your thigh was not helping your sudden need for speed.

Finally, you arrived at his place. Like a gentleman, Fernando opened your car door. Unlike a gentleman, his lips immediately crashed on yours. You two danced a frantic tango to get to the door of his place, your mouths never apart for more than a second. Eventually, you managed to get inside.

“I need you so bad, baby. I’ve needed you for years.” You immediately kicked off your high heels and started to remove his suit jacket. Your words must have pleased him, because his hands started exploring your body and he gently bit your lower lip. He pushed you against the wall.

“Oh yeah? Why didn’t you say anything before?” Honestly, why didn’t you? Dumb bitch.

You felt your eyes roll back in your skull when he cupped your boob with one hand and your ass with the other, his mouths still leaving love bites all over your neck.

“I wish I did. I’m so stupid.” The tango was back because you tried to move the action to the bedroom. He obviously knew the layout of his place by heart and so did you, since you had been there many times before, yet none of you seemed to know where it was.

“Amor, you know that I’m never letting you go after that, right? From now on, you’re not just my assistant. You’re mine, and I’ll make sure that everyone knows that.” You crashed into the walls many times as you made your way to his bedroom. Pictures were shaking, just like your legs. The walls of his house trembled, just like your walls did.

He finally managed to lead you to his bedroom, and he put you down on his bed. Fernando laid on top of you and leaned down to your ear: “Say you’re mine, dulce. Tell me you belong to me.”

His weight on your body felt so good, but you were aching for more. You craved any kind of friction to ease the heat between your legs, so you started to rub yourself against the bulge in his pants. It’s not like you didn’t want to answer him, it’s just the way he moved on you that left you speechless. Your toes curled and you started to moan, and although the way he let you move on him like that told you he liked it, this wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

Fernando pinned your wrists on the mattress. “I’m not playing anymore, little girl. Tell me you’re mine, or all of this will stop.” You immediately answered him between two moans: “I’m yours, baby. I’ve always been yours, and I always will be.” He grunted like an animal at your words, and you lifted your hips to have more of this delicious friction. He started to make out with your throat while you unbuttoned his white dress shirt as fast as you could. You were tracing lines on his chest with your fingers when he abruptly stopped. “Wait, wait, wait, mi amor. This wasn’t supposed to be like this.” He sat on the bed. You propped yourself up on your elbows, suddenly feeling very self-conscious. Was he regretting this already?

He continued, looking pained and disappointed with himself: “I’ve thought about this before. I was suppose to take you on a nice date, then ask you to come home with me. I would’ve driven you around town in your favourite car, then I would make love to you slowly, so you would know how much you mean to me. This feels rushed. I want to take my time with you. At least, I got the Valkyrie part right.” You wanted to swoon after his rambling. He looked so upset, you wanted to cry out of empathy and love for this man. He nicknamed you “dulce”, but really, he was the sweet one.

“Fernando, baby. There’s nothing I would change about this night so far. This is a thousand times better than any date you could have taken me on.” You put your hand on one his cheek.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin things between us. I want to treat you right, because you deserve the world, amor.” If you weren’t certain you loved this man before, now you were.

“Baby, being with you feels better than owning the world. I’ve never been as happy as I am right now, and you couldn’t be more perfect. But if it makes you feel better, we can start again.” He started to calm himself by massaging your calf.

“How, amor?” It was hard to focus, because him sitting on his bed with his dress shirt open was quite the sight to see, but you managed to reply: “Like this.”

Although it pained you, you removed his hand from your body and got up from the bed to exit the bedroom. Confused, he followed you all the way to the doorstep outside.

“What are you doing?” You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. “I had a really nice date with you this evening, Fernando.”

“Ah, I get your little game now.” He laughed and gave you a tender kiss, the one you assumed he used for his first date. You hoped he would never use it ever again. “Me too, dulce. Would you like to come in?”

You gave him a flushed smile. “I would love too, baby.” He took your hand and brought you inside. “Shall I give you a tour?” he asked. You replied: “Oh yes, absolutely. I would especially like to see the bedroom. I hear it’s where you burn all your left-over energy.” He smirked at you playing innocent.

When you got close to his bedroom door, you stopped to give him your second-date kiss. You never kissed with your tongue until after the first date, and he knew that. “This is your famous second-date kiss, yes?” You laughed against his mouth. “Oh yes. And on the third date, I usually sleep with the guy.” His breath hitched, and he brought you inside the room.

“When I first sleep with a woman, I usually start by removing her clothes.” He spun you so your back was facing him. You lifted your hair and he slowly, oh so slowly started to unzip your dress, making sure to let his fingertips linger. This felt like the longest foreplay of your life. When your dress dropped to the floor, you shivered, and he turned you to get a better look at your body.

“Dios mio, amor. You’re so beautiful.” He stared at you in adoration, eyes filled with lust and something that you would not dare to call love, even though that’s what it was.

You flushed and tried to look away, but he lifted your chin with his fingers. “Thank you, baby,” you replied shyly. He removed his already unbuttoned shirt. “I think I’ve taken enough my time, amor.”

“I don’t think I can wait anymore, Fernando. I need you inside of me.” Your words send him into action. He very carefully lifted you to the bed, and he laid you there like a pastry he was about to devour.

“I think you’ll have to be patient for a little while, dulce. I want to treat myself to something sweet.” He dragged you to the edge of the bed and he got down on his knees.  He put your legs over his shoulders, and he got down to eat you. Oh, God. He ate you like a man starved. You were his own personal meal.

His tongue licking you made you scream his name, but what really did it for you was when you saw him touching himself. This man was getting pleasure out of eating you out, and that turned up your arousal to another level.

It wasn’t longue after that you gripped the sheets as hard as you could while you screamed his name. He let your orgasm last by never removing his tongue.

When he got up, shirtless, with a very noticeable bulge, you grabbed him by his belt to bring him back on the bed.

“That was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me, baby. You treat me so good already. But I can’t be patient anymore, I think.” You hurriedly removed his belt and played with the zipper of his pants. He laughed.

“It’s okay, amor. You’ve been a good girl, you deserve this.” Oh. Oh. Since when did you have a thing for praise?

“I’m clean, and I’m on the pill, so you don’t have to wear anything, if you want,” you offered shyly. The enormity of what was going to happen suddenly hit you. Oh God, were you really about to sleep with your boss that you’re kinda in love with?

He let out a possessive growl. “Good, because I don’t want anything between me and you. I need to feel you as you are.” Damn. Were you listening to one of those erotic audiobook or did he really just say that to you?

Fernando once again went on top of you. He adjusted himself and angled his body just right. When you felt the tip inside of you, your eyes immediately rolled to the back of your head. He was so big.

You whined: “Fernando, I don’t think it’s going to fit.” He slowly let himself in you. “You can take it. You always manage to fit things in my schedule. Surely this is nothing to you.” You moaned loudly.

The pain was just too good. “Baby, never putting you in a meeting earlier then 10 in the morning is a thousand times easier than making you fit inside of me.” He chuckled, but as he got more and more deep in you, he started to grunt.

“Amor, don’t get sassy with me now. Take it like a good girl.” You pushed him deeper inside of you by putting your legs around his waist.

“On it, boss.” You usually sounded so confident, but your words were nothing but another cry of pleasure in a sea of moans. You felt your orgasm build up inside of you as he kept pounding into your body. Applying to be his assistant had definitely been the best decision of your life. Who would’ve thought that on top of being paid to travel the world, you would be receiving incredible orgasms on the side?

“Dios mio, mi amor…” Fernando whispered in a low, sensual voice. You shut him up with a fierce kiss.

“Baby, stop saying that. I should be the one to say it, because I’m so fucking close, but I am praying to God that this never ends.” He pounded hard into you.

“Are you thinking about someone else while I’m inside of you? I must be doing something wrong then.” He managed to laugh in between thrusts and grunts.

“I can assure you, boss, you’re doing everything right!” You screamed as your orgasm hit its peak, and you came undone. His thrusts got sloppier as he finished, too. He looked at you and wished that everybody could see him dripping out of you. Not now, but maybe someday, he won’t let anything spill because he’ll be trying his hardest to put a baby in you. For now, this already perfect view would have to do. He took a mental picture.

Fernando rolled off of you and sat against the headboard, breathing heavily. He pulled you in his arms in a tight grip and started playing with your hair. With your swollen lips, the light layer of sweat on his body and both of you tangled in each other, you looked like the cover of the dirtiest romance book you owned.

“Am I allowed to say it now? Because dios mio, amor. That felt incredible.” He sighed in your hair. You blushed, pleased that he had enjoyed himself as much as you did. The man of your dream just rocked your world, and he liked doing it.

“Yes, you are allowed, baby. You gave me two orgasms; you can now say anything you like.” You laughed and turned your head to give him a quick kiss.

“Only two? Dulce, that’s not enough. Do we have anything planned tomorrow?” Your heart jumped in your chest at his use of “we”. It was very endearing an it made your heart ache from happiness, but if he used “nosotros”, you might just come on the spot.

“No baby, we have nothing planned.” As his assistant, you obviously knew his schedule by heart, and tomorrow morning, he was now booked and busy with the task of giving you pleasure all day long. You made a mental note to add it to the calendar.

He sighed in pleasure and closed his eyes. “That’s perfect, amor. I have an idea of what we could do.” His breath slowed down as he fell in a state of deep relaxation.

“Really? Tell me?” You couldn’t help but to shut your eyes. Being in his arms was too comfy.

“First, we’re going to wake up in each other’s arms. After that, I’ll make you scream my name, but I’ll have to put something over your mouth to not wake the neighbors.” You shivered at his perfect fantasy, but he wasn’t done. “After that, I’ll bring you breakfast in bed, to give you energy for what will come next. All afternoon, I’ll take you in every single location in my house, perhaps even outside, to find where you come the quickest. Finally, I’ll take you out for a nice dinner, to show off your hickeys to the world.” Your toes curled. This was even better than your wildest sex dream involving him.

“Sounds like a plan, then.” He locked you in his arms, and you both drifted to a light sleep. You woke up, suddenly realizing something: “Oh no!” Fernando jerked awake. “What? What’s wrong, dulce?”

“I forgot to say bye to my date! Oh no, I’m awful. I don’t want to hurt his feelings,” you replied, genuinely worried. Fernando laid his head on your shoulder, and you felt him shake as he laughed.

“Dios mio, dulce, only you could be worried about making another man feel bad while being in bed with me.” He was howling with laughter.

“What!?I like to be nice!” Fernando chuckled at your sweetness.

“I know, dulce. And I love you for it.” He kissed the top of your head.

Being his assistant was easy, but you were now applying for the position of girlfriend. He hired you on the spot, and let me tell you, you were damn good at the job. The boss was pretty nice, too. Your bonuses now came in the form of "I love you."

Since you were a loyal employee, the position was taken for life.

[doux-amer]

My thoughts on today:

So we have both the World Cup and Euro winners out now in Euro 2020 (good riddance as both were boring and I will never accept how both of them won World Cup ‘18 and Euro ‘16) and I'm thriving off the chaos ksdajfdlaksjfkas. Spain–Croatia:

I continue to be exasperated with Alvaro Morata, but good for him that he of all people scored the goal to turn the tide because as much as I think he’s not worth it, he absolutely doesn’t deserve the abuse he’s received from the public

When Riqui Puig joins the senior Spain NT and Ansu Fati is fit again, it's all over for other European NTs!!!!!

Spain is out here breaking records!

LOVE THIS FOR PEDRI WHO IS SHOWING THE WORLD WHAT A SUPERSTAR HE IS. HE’S BEEN WONDERFUL FOR SPAIN AND HE’S ONLY 18. 18!!!!! MY LITTLE BABY!!!!!!!!!! LOOK AT HIM!

Got annoyed at people saying Spain is utter shit after years of going “Yeah, unfortunately, they’re meh and I can’t break up with them” because they’re not. Spain has been playing well since Busquets came back from testing negative for covid lol. The only big weakness they have (other than the lack of talented, consistent strikers) is when they start playing too slowly on the ball in their own half and end up making holes in their defense which is frustrating to watch, but Spain is one of the youngest NTs in the Euros so they need to gain more experience. And tbh considering Spain won both of their last matches with five goals, I think they can squeak by with not having a true reliable striker like Villa or Fernando Torres. Not ideal, but it's still doable. Their defense worries me though. I got so impatient when they kept the ball near the box instead of trying to move forward and were slow in multiple matches. Lucho needs to drill some sense into them. 

Look, they're actually a very promising side. They're just undercooked and understandably so, but they're not bad by any means. They're wobbly this Euros, but I'm really looking forward to seeing what's in store if the team can gel together under Lucho

Please say sike...between this and Sid Lowe saying, “[Busquets] is the only man left from the team that won the 2010 World Cup," I felt ancient 

Unai Simon has been good this tournament, but I wanted to astral project myself off the face of this planet when he made that bizarre beginner’s mistake. Imagine being Pedri and getting an own goal because Unai did that...but alksjdlfjasdlkfas for pure chaos, I loved it (because Spain ended up winning). So many own goals this tournament! So much drama! We’ve truly seen everything, and there’s more to come. I was here for everyone saying they wouldn’t have put it past De Gea and Kepa to make the same mistake and I’m inclined to agree. I never fully trusted De Gea or saw him as the true successor to Iker. :/ But anyway, Unai was one of the players keeping Spain alive and he’s been good so I’m okay with him!

France–Switzerland:

France deserve to go out because Switzerland played well this match and France has been not only mediocre and anemic but possibly one of the most boring sides as well this Euros lmao bye

France had to get knocked out at some point because the idea of France winning another title with Benzema on the squad was too much for me

As everyone pointed out, France has a surplus of excellent players, more than any other NT, but Deschamps is so conservative and doesn't let them be as fun and brilliant as they can be because they can afford not to. I LOATHE that mindset so I'm not sad to see France leave. Replace Deschamps with a manager who can take advantage of a squad that includes Mbappe, Pogba, Kante,  etc.  or not because then I'll suffer an identity crisis because I hate France, but I like a lot of the players on the French NT

Happy for the Swiss getting to the quarterfinals for the first time! Happy for Big Shaq!

The Swiss were really good and fought to the end just like Croatia and I love both NTs showing that kind of spirit. 

Plus as a neutral (jk, a neutral that hates France, but I didn’t expect France to leave before getting to the quarterfinals), I love the chaos and finally, FINALLY, we got to penalties. 

And others:

Patrik Schick needs to get two more goals so Penaldo can't get the Golden Boot (unless someone else overtakes him and Penaldo, which I'm okay with too although Schick hasn’t had one bad goal this tournament!) 

If you want to talk about NTs that actually do suck, there are two examples I can point to that are better choices than Spain: Belgium and the Netherlands. Can you believe FIFA keeps ranking Belgium as #1? In what world????? If you want to talk about bad NTs that shouldn't be bad, Belgium and the Netherlands are on the top of my list. The Netherlands went out yesterday and deservedly so (sorry, Frenkie and Gini). Maybe they'll regroup and come back, but I'm relieved they didn't advance in a way because if they end up going far in a tournament, I want Virgil to be there although that will be bad for me as a Dutch NT hater. Belgium has consistently been overhyped and for what? Take out KDB and Lukaku and it’s a snoozefest. They’ve never actually been good for as long as people kept hyping them up, and I really don’t get why people continue to do so when they’ve never lived up to expectations.

[hobeymakar]

Holiday | M. Barzal Imagine

Dedicated to my girl @softbarzal 

Author’s notes: This is based off the song Holiday by Little Mix. This is the first fic I’ve written in a long time and the first that I’ve ever posted on here, so please be kind to me

Word Count: 2,373

Warnings: Explicit language and brief sexual content, as well as alcohol use

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Boy, have I told ya? I swear you put the sun up in my sky. When it’s cold, you pull me closer. So hot, it’s like the middle of July (July)

Melinda sees Mat's silhouette appear at the airport in Rio and she could literally cry from how much she's missed seeing him in person. It has been two months since she last saw him and she had been dying to see him again.

"Babe!" he smiles, and that's all it takes for her to run full speed towards him.

He drops his suitcase and she jumps right into his arms, wrapping her legs tightly around his waist. She feels the tears start to roll softly down her cheeks and she hates how emotional she gets after a long time without seeing him.

"Babe, don't cry," he murmurs into her neck, before peppering her face with kisses.

"I can't help it! I missed you!" she replies, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"Well I'm here now, baby," he smiles.

She realizes they're in the middle of a crowded airport and jumps back down.

"Welcome to Brazil," she smiles, lacing her fingers with his, as she leads him towards the exit.

"I have a feeling I'm gonna really like it here," he smiles.

They exit the airport and are immediately hit with the humid, tropical air of Rio. They make their way to the car and Mat puts his suitcase in the back while she turns on the car and gets the A/C pumping. He climbs into the passenger seat and she hands him the aux. He plugs his phone into the aux and 20 Something by SZA starts blaring through the speakers, to no surprise.

They sing along to the song while they hold hands over the center console. After 15 minutes, they arrive at her house. She parks her car and he takes his suitcase out of the trunk. They walk up to the front entrance and she unlocks the front door.

"I'm home," she calls out in Portuguese.

They walk into the living room and see a soap opera playing on the TV. They hear footsteps coming down the hall and Melinda's mother appears.

"Hello, you must be Mathew. I'm Gisele," her mother smiles, bringing him into a hug.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he smiles back.

"The pleasure's all mine. Melinda has told me so much about you," she smiles.

"I hope only good things," he replies hopefully.

"Yes, only good things. You and Melinda will be staying in the guest house in the back. I assumed you two would want your privacy. If you need anything, don't be afraid to ask. Consider this your new home for the time being," she explains.

"Thank you," he nods.

Wanna have a little taste, so let me lay you down (Lay you). Nothing better than your skin on mine (Skin on mine). And I been looking for the feeling, looking all my life. Boy you give it to me every time

Melinda leads him toward the guest house in the back, so he can put his suitcase down. They enter the guest house and go straight into the bedroom. He puts the suitcase down and sits down on the bed. She climbs into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and straddling his waist.

"Hi," she breathes out, her lips inches away from his.

Before he gets a chance to say anything, she's kissing him, with an intensity that he's never felt before from her. He kisses back, trying to match her intensity, while she lays him down.

She breaks the kiss to lift her shirt up and he gets with the program right away, lifting her shirt up over her shoulders and head. He tosses it to the ground, not caring where it lands. He takes a look at her blue lacy bra and smiles.

"You're wearing my favorite color on you," he muses, flipping her over gently.

Before being able to make a response, he starts trailing kisses down her neck and chest, while his hands make their way around her back to the clasp of her bra. Just as he's starting to unclasp her bra, the sound of knocking on the door, grabs their attention.

"Lunch is ready, you two," her mother calls out, causing Melinda to groan.

Mat reluctantly gets up and wills his dick to go down from being half-hard in his shorts. Melinda puts her shirt on and suppresses the thoughts of wanting to kill her mom.

"Do we really have to go eat lunch with your mom?" he groans, pissed off that he got cock-blocked by his girlfriend's mom.

"Unfortunately we do. If we're not in the kitchen in five minutes, she'll break the door down and drag us into the kitchen by our ears. That woman doesn't play when it comes to that," she explains, causing him to grimace for a second.

After making themselves look decent, they leave the house and head back into the main house.

Can we make it all night? We don’t stop all up on my body babe, ooh. Touch me like a summer night, you feel like a holiday, ooh-ooh. Up all night, we don’t stop feel up on my body, babe. We’re just dancing the night away. Boy, you feel like a holiday.

So, I’mma let go. No one else in the world could ever come close to you, baby (Uh-uh). Close to you, baby (Uh-uh). We’re taking it slow. Whenever, wherever, we’re lasting forever my baby (Uh-uh). And you’re turning me on (Uh, uh-uh)

Later on in the evening, they arrive at the beach and see the party is in full swing. They walk over to the beach tents and Melinda starts looking for her friend.

After a few minutes, she finds her.

"Melinda!" her friends squeals, bringing her into a hug.

"This is my boyfriend, Mathew. Mathew, this is my friend, Alessandra," she introduces them.

Mat extends his hand for her to shake, but she brings him into a hug instead.

"Melinda has told me so much about you!" she gushes.

"Alessandra, can you come here please?!?" a voice from afar shouts.

"I'll be right back," she sighs, running off towards the guy.

Mat and Melinda greet a few more people they know before grabbing some drinks and making their way towards the music and all the people dancing.

The song Check by Kojo Funds Ft. RAYE comes on and her hips start moving to the afrobeat song. One of his hands goes to her waist as she sways against him. The DJ keeps playing more island jams like Confidence by RAYE ft. Maleek Berry, Finders Keepers by Mabel Ft. Kojo Funds, and Come Closer by Wizkid ft. Drake.

After a while, their drinks are empty and they've grown sweaty from all the dancing.

"Let's go for a swim!" she suggests.

"Okay," he shrugs.

She leads him towards a secluded area of the beach, near a bunch of palm trees and bushes and she takes her cover-up dress off and tosses it on the sand.

"Last one in the water is a rotten egg!" she announces, before running into the water.

Mat chuckles before taking off his shirt and running towards the water. He eventually catches up to her and she's chest deep under the water, while he's only waist deep in the water, due to his height. She jumps onto him, wrapping her arms and legs around him.

"You know now would be a perfect time to finish what we started earlier," she suggests, the liquor making her bolder than usual.

"I am not getting arrested for having sex on the beach," he replies, even though his dick is very much onboard with the idea.

"It's dark, everyone is at the party, and no one comes to this part of the beach anyway," she assures him.

He remains skeptical, but she starts kissing him, trying to get him onboard with the idea.

It works because minutes later, her bikini and his swim trunks are in her hands as he thrusts inside her. Luckily, there aren't many waves in the water, allowing them to remain coordinated enough to fuck in the water. After a few minutes, they both come and take a minute or so to catch their breaths, before putting their clothes back on and making their way back to the shore. 

Luckily at the party, there are beach towels and they grab some, drying their bodies off. They stay for a while, before deciding to head back home. They take an Uber back home and end up fucking some more, going at it well into the night.

Boy, have I told ya? You give it to me like no other guy. We got that heat, yeah, like the summer (Summer). And that’s why I’m so glad I made you mine

The next morning, she wakes up to feather-light kisses across her abdomen. She opens her eyes and sees Mat in between her legs.

"What are you doing?" she asks, still a little groggy from waking up.

"Trying to see if I can eat," he replies cheekily.

"Well, the food is in the kitchen," she teases.

"Well, what I wanna eat is right here," he replies, kissing her hip bone.

After 20 minutes, they're both laying side by side, out of breath.

"Fuck, we need to shower," he sighs.

"Save water and shower together?" she suggests.

"Of course," he smiles.

They shower together and manage to not fuck again in the shower. They get dressed and head into the main house for breakfast. Gisele and Mat start talking in French, which makes Melinda happy that they're getting along so well.

Right as they're finishing breakfast, they hear the front door to the house open and the sound of a male voice entering the house speaking rapid Portuguese.

Mat shoots Melinda a look and she informs him that it's her dad. Her father makes his way to the kitchen and greets Melinda and Gisele before stopping at Mat.

"Dad, this is Mathew, my boyfriend," she introduces them.

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Fernando. Melinda has told me about you," he smiles, shaking Mat's hand.

"How was your business trip, Dad?" Melinda asks, noticing how awkward the exchange between her dad and Mat was.

"It was good. I was able to see your brother while I was in Florida and he sent some gifts with me," he informs her.

His father hands them all their gifts and sits down to have some leftover breakfast.

"Do you kids have any plans today?" Gisele asks.

"We're renting a boat and going out on the water and we're doing some sight-seeing stuff too," she informs her mother.

"Sounds like fun," Gisele smiles back.

So, put your love on me, up on me. Oh, boy, I love it when you’re touching me, holding me. No way nobody put that thing on me, up on me, like you do. Feel like a holiday (Uh, uh-uh). You know that I want it babe (Uh, uh-uh)

After doing some sight-seeing and visiting nearby historical landmarks, they arrive at the dock and get on the boat. Luckily, Mat has his boating license, so they don't need to have a boating driver with them. They sail out to the ocean and pop open a bottle of champagne and take out food from their basket.

They talk about the upcoming season and the upcoming school year for Melinda at Columbia. They even talk about when they first met at the Brooklyn Mets game. She had been chosen for the half-court shot challenge and didn't make the shot. Mat thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen and was determined to talk to her. He looked her up on Instagram and slid into her dms, not expecting a response. He never thought that one dm would lead them to where they are now over two years later. They started as friends and after a year of friendship, they got together.

After a while of reminiscing on great memories between them, they head back to the dock. They return the boat and Mat suggests they go for a walk on the beach, with Melinda not expecting anything from it.

They start walking down the beach and at one point Mat stops walking and takes something out of his pocket. She notices it's a white ring box and feels the air get sucked out of her lungs all at once.

"I know what you're thinking and it isn't what you think. This isn't an engagement ring, it's a promise. It's a promise that in the future, preferably after your graduate college, that I'm going to give you a real engagement ring and I'm going to marry you. I hope that's something you want because spending the rest of my life with you is all I want," he explains, while she remains speechless, covering her mouth with her hands.

Soft "oh my gods" fall out of her lips and tears start rolling softly down her cheeks as she's in shock over what's happening.

"So yes, is this what you want?" he asks nervously.

"Yes yes yes, a million times, yes!" she finally cries out.

He slides the ring on her finger and the tears of joy start flowing more freely.

"I'm so in love with you, baby," he smiles, kissing her.

"Me too, babe, me too," she replies, still not sure all of this is real, and not some type of fever dream.

That night, she posts a series of pictures of her and Mat on her Instagram with the caption "whenever, wherever, we're lasting forever my baby 🎶". Mat comments with "I love you forever and ever baby ❤". Mat's phone blows up with texts from teammates and friends asking if he proposed and Melinda's phone blows up with texts from the WAGs, friends, and family, asking if she's engaged now.

They decide to put their phones on Do Not Disturb for the night and spend the night in each other's arms, enjoying the rest of the time they have together before Mat heads back to New York for training camp.

[enamoured-x]

so it goes

Summary: When Alex moves in across the hall, Rio knows he’s in trouble. A good girl like her would never want anything to do with him, or so he thinks.

Word count: 1.7k

Chapter 4

The next night Alex was getting ready for bed when she heard talking outside of her front door. Figuring it was Rio, she wanted to take a peek to see what was going on in case there was a problem. But mostly she was just being nosey. So she made her way to the door but before she opened it she heard the voices again.

“She did it again?” Alex knew that was Rio’s voice. But she had no idea who the guy he was talking to was. 

“Seems so.”

“Tell her I’m done playing nice. Next time she shortchanges me there will be consequences.” 

“You got it, boss.”

Alex’s eyes widened. She stepped away from the door. What the hell was that? What were they talking about? Who were they talking about? And boss? Alex’s mind was running wild. She couldn’t help it. Maybe it was innocent, maybe it just sounded worse than it was. But his tone, he was upset, angry even. This sounded serious and whoever she was, it didn’t sound good for her. Then again Rio said he was shortchanging her? Maybe she owed him money and hadn’t paid up? But for what? Even if that was the case, why the hell would this man be doing his bidding. And boss, that word was really rattling around in her brain. Rio was a boss to this man? It didn’t make sense, well, none of it made sense. He had told her he freelanced, she did remember him not wanting to talk about it but she brushed it off thinking he just didn’t care to talk about his job in his free time. But maybe there was something else there. She went to bed confused, it wasn’t her business, she knew that. It wasn’t her business yet she wanted to know what that conversation was really about.

“Are we doing brownies or cookies?” Hope asked as her and Alex made their way down the baking aisle in the grocery store. 

“Brownies.” Alex answered, putting the things she’d need in the cart. They were having a girls night at Alex’s place, which usually just consisted of dinner, dessert, and a movie. 

“So how was lunch the other day?” Hope asked out of nowhere. Alex smiled. She didn’t give them much when Rio had walked her back to the shop that day, there was nothing to tell them anyways. 

“Damn, just mentioning him does it, huh?”

“He’s sweet, and I don’t know…” Alex felt her face flush. Despite being weirded out by what she heard last night, she still enjoyed Rio’s company and she was not going to jump to conclusions. 

“You like him.” Hope stated. Alex shrugged. They continued to walk down different aisles.

“I’ve only known him for like two weeks. We’ve only hung out a handful of times.”

“So? I’m not saying you’re in love with the dude. Look, he’s hot and he seems to be taken with you.”

“We’re just friends.” Hope snorted at that.

“What?” 

“You’re telling me you wouldn’t sleep with him if you had the chance?” Alex cleared her throat and that was all Hope needed.

“Exactly. Why don’t you just ask him out?” Hope grabbed two bottles of wine from the shelf and put them in the cart. 

“Because, I’m too big of a baby to do that.” Alex had no problem admitting it. Sure, she usually took what she wanted despite her shy demeanor but she had her limits. Rejection was one of them. Especially from someone who she found to be a nice neighbor and friend. She didn’t want to mess that up and make things awkward. 

“You asked him to hang out with you first, did you not?” 

“That was different. It wasn’t a date. Can we just please stop talking about this?” Alex wasn’t going to let up, she would not ask Rio out. It was too big of a risk, if he was actually interested like Hope assumed he was, then he’d ask. 

“Fine, fine. I was just trying to help my friend get laid.” Alex slapped her arm.

Alex had just finished putting a few squares of brownies in a container when she heard footsteps outside her apartment. The brownies were for Rio so if he was leaving she figured she’d better give them to him now. She grabbed the container and went and opened the door, Rio had his back to her, unlocking his door. He heard her step out and he turned to look at her. Dressed in her usually night attire and a container in her hands. He had been admiring her till he saw the look on her face. Then he remembered. 

“What happened to you? You’re bleeding!” Alex walked up to him and grabbed his shoulder as she looked closer at his face. He had a cut on his eyebrow, his lip was busted, and an eye that looked like it would be swollen soon. Worry took over Alex instantly, who did this to him?

“It’s nothing, just got into a fight.” He shrugged. Another lie, he thought.

“That does not look good. Come on.” Alex didn’t think about what she was doing. She just dragged him into her apartment and shut the door. 

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” 

Rio sighed and sat down. She looked so worried and he didn’t like it. He didn’t want to worry her. He took the time he had while she was gone to take a look around the living room. It was pretty simple, a couch, a loveseat and a wooden coffee table, all facing her tv on the wall. She had a few picture frames hung up but before he could get up to see them she had walked back in. She didn’t have much but she had grabbed what she could. A wet washcloth, some neosporin, alcohol, and an ice pack. 

“Mama, you don’t gotta fuss. It’s—”

“Say it’s nothing one more time and I’m gonna lose it.” Alex said and grabbed the towel. Rio liked this side of her. Her protective side. He kind of liked that she wanted to fuss over him though his injuries were nothing too serious. He liked that she was protective over him already. 

“Here,” Alex grabbed his stubbly chin to tilt his head to start cleaning his cut with the warm wet rag. She swallowed hard at how close they were, how she was touching him. He just stared at her while she wiped away the blood. She then grabbed the cotton balls and alcohol and started to clean the cut at his eyebrow. The air felt thick as she cleaned the cut at his lip. 

Rio kept his hands clasped, arms on his legs as she stood in front of him, looking down at him. His hands were itching to take a hold of her waist. She was being so gentle and it was torture watching her bite her lip as she focused on his cuts, focused on him. 

Alex sighed, “who did this?” She started to apply the neosporin to the cuts and then she grabbed the ice pack. She held it up to him to take, he was about to protest until she gave him a stern look. He grabbed it from her hands and placed it under his eye. 

“Just some stupid bar fight.” Alex didn’t know if she believed that. Rio didn’t seem like the type to get into a bar fight. He always seemed so calm and collected. The last thing she would suspect was for him to lose his temper at a bar. 

“Hmm,” she hummed. Rio knew she wasn’t exactly buying the story but she didn’t mention it so he left it alone. Alex couldn’t help but wonder if this had something to do with the conversation she heard the other night. That was shady enough and then Rio coming home all banged up? Something was off, or maybe she was just being paranoid and reading into it too much. 

“It was a misunderstanding, but I’m fine now. No need to worry.” He said. 

Alex’s words slipped out, “I do.” 

Rio felt his heart swell. No one cared for him, let alone would admit it. 

“I mean, I obviously worry. You’re my friend.” She tried to save herself. It felt like some revelation with the way Rio had looked at her when she said it. 

Rio hated that word right now, friend. He was fine with it at first, even teasing her with it, but right now? Right now after she just licked his wounds and confessed that she cared about him? He hated it. He wanted so badly to pull her into his lap and kiss here right then and there. But now was not the time, he knew that much. 

“Right. I should go.” Rio stood up and handed the ice pack to her.

“Keep it. You need it.” Alex said and he nodded. She walked him to the door and saw the brownies at the stand by the door. 

“Oh, here. I was going to give you these.” Alex handed him the container and he took it with a smile. 

“Brownies?” He looked excited as he realized what they were. 

“Yeah, what?”

“Nah, nothing. They’re just my favorite.” Alex smiled. 

“Maybe I’ll bake some more if you don’t get into anymore fights.” She didn’t mean to hint at his lie but she couldn’t help herself. But Rio just smirked.

“I’ll try my best, Alexandra.” Alex’s eyes widened and then she turned to see her framed degree on the wall. It was the only thing that had her full name on it. 

“No! No! Just Alex.” She pleaded and he laughed. 

“I don’t know. I kind of like it. Alejandra.” He used her Spanish name and she groaned. He sounded like her father and Fernando, but she only ever allowed Fernando to call her that.

“Don’t! It’s Alex.” He held up his occupied hands in defense.

“Alright, alright. Alex, I’ll see you later. Thanks for the brownies and fixing me up.” She nodded and he opened the door. He hesitated though and then turned back around.

She was confused until he leaned in and placed a kiss on her cheek, her breath hitched. Then he left her.

Her heart was pounding as he walked into his apartment and closed the door. 

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[profitinaecho]

So You Wanna Spin Ch9

Max skims a hand up Liz’s exposed thigh where her black nightgown rode up in her sleep, smiling as goosebumps erupt over her skin. “Good morning.” His deep voice rumbles as Liz stretches.

“What time is it? You’re already dressed.” Liz remarks, noticing Max is already in crisp jeans and a blue plaid shirt. Liz’s hands flutter around her wild dark mane trying to tame it without a comb.

“9. I wanted to let you sleep. We’re already checked out, you just have to pack.” He watches her wake up fascinated. They always see each other first thing in the morning but they haven’t ever woken up together before.

Liz quickly sits up, flustered, Max’s wandering hand dropping to the bed. They’re running hours behind. “9! Max, we have to be on the road to get to El Paso to check in.”

Max chuckles and rolls her over under him, pecking her nose. “Nobody is going to be hoarding hotel rooms in El Paso in September. Kids are in school, it will be a ghost town. Just like everywhere else we’ve stayed.” Max goes to give her a proper good morning kiss and Liz wiggles out from under him. She’s running and he lets her, because he knows she will make a move on him when she’s comfortable again.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” It’s an excuse while she processes what happened the night before and they both know it. Max will let her run away- for now.

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“I’m sorry the hotel breakfast was packed up by the time we got down there, Liz.” Max glances over at his partner contrite. “We can pick up anything you want on the way out of town that you want. Oh! Look, that place with the croissants you like.” Max automatically turns on his blinker and heads for the small bakery. Liz had had their chocolate croissant three days that week.

Max pulls into the bakery parking lot as Liz’s personal cell phone rings and she picks it up with a bubbly “Hola!”. Max pantomimes nibbling a croissant and sipping coffee and Liz nods. He smiles at her rapid fire spanish knowing she is talking to her father and slips out of his seat leaving her to talk to him in peace.

When he returns with her coffee that is more cream than coffee and her chocolate chip croissant a few minutes later, Liz is giggling and talking about some telenova called Rubi. He can hear Arturo on the other line insisting that she needs to catch up on it so they can discuss the latest developments on it together. Apparently, something scandalous happened in the newest episode and he can only discuss it with Liz.

Suddenly, Liz hears a wail of aye caramba and a crash in the background at the Crashdown. “Papi, are you ok?” Max glances over at her concerned before merging onto interstate 10 towards El Paso

“It’s just Fernando. He forgot to use a potholder again.” Liz can practically see her father shaking his head in resignation that his employee will just drop pots every now and then. “Is Max there?”

Max sits up straighter as if Arturo can see him and smiles nervously at Liz. “Yes he is. Why?” Liz asks her father suspiciously.

“He's treating you right? Keeping his hands to himself?” Arturo growls on the other end of the phone. He is a short man, but he protects his family ferociously.

“Of course, Papi.” Liz sing songs back to him, in a well trained way from teenagehood that probably saved her boyfriend in high school’s life.

“Have a good trip, my amore” Arturo ends the call after another crash in the kitchen.

“Your dad is going to kill me if he ever finds out I touched you.” Max gulps, moving over a lane to avoid a tumbleweed on the two lane highway.

“He better not. I’m a grown ass woman.” Liz takes a defiant sip of her coffee and unwraps her croissant. She hates it when her father treats her like a baby.

Soon, Max’s personal cell phone rings. His eyes widen comically when his phone begins playing “Bossy” by Kelis and Liz raises an eyebrow at him in question at the bouncy club song. Max asks Liz to answer it since he’s driving and put it on speaker.

“Hello? Detective Evans’ phone” Liz answers Max’s phone after swallowing her mouthful of breakfast quickly, putting him on speaker phone.

“Oh my god, is this Liz?” Bursts an excited female voice. “Don’t worry, this isn’t a booty call. This is his sister, Isobel. He kept talking and talking about you and swearing you were real.”

Liz giggles nervously and Max growls “Isobel!”

“It’s true little brother!” Isobel chirps back at him cheerfully.

“We’re twins and I’m taller than you. So I’m the older sibling…” Max starts, just as they had argued countless times before.

“If you say so. Anyway, did you finally touch her or still jerking it behind closed doors.” They could hear the smile in her voice but nonetheless, Max sputtered.

“Oh my god.” Max blushed from the collar of his shirt to his ears.

“Oh! I finally mastered that hovercrafting technique you walked in on me practicing with Noah, you’ll be glad to know.”

Max gags in response while Isobel laughs delighted at his discomfort in her sex life. “Did you just call to torture me in front of my partner?”

“Of course not. Mom said to tell you to come to dinner next Sunday if you are back by then. You should bring Liz so we can meet her.”

“I’m sure Liz has better things to…” Max offers Liz an out, unsure if he is hoping she will accept or not. On the one hand, he wants to get serious with this woman. On the other, his family is freaking embarrassing.

“I’m free Sunday.” Liz pipes up, listening to the siblings fondly. It makes her miss her sister, Rosa.

“Traitor.” Max mumbles at her.

Isobel laughs delightedly. “Perfect! Just bring yourself. Mom always overcooks and has too much wine.”

“Is there such a thing?” Liz smiles.

“You read my mind! Love you, BABY brother.” Isobel exclaims then hangs up.

The two sit in silence for a moment, before Max breaks it. “So, you’re coming to family dinner.” He sees the sign for Texas approaching up ahead.

“You met my dad. It’s only fair. It doesn’t have to mean anything. We’re colleagues.” Liz twirls her long black hair nervously.

“Right.” Max smirks at her nonchalance.

“Your sister is a lot. Mine was too.” Liz smiles over at Max then jumps at a sudden loud pop. Max curses as the SUV swerves just as they cross the Texas border and eases it to a stop on the shoulder of the road.

“What was that?” Liz looks around panicked for the culprit of the noise.

“Flat tire. It will be ok. We have a spare.” Max leans across the console to squeeze her hand reassuringly then starts unbuttoning his plaid shirt to go out in the peak Texas sun.

“Max, is this really the time?” Liz flushes, watching his nimble fingers undo the buttons, transfixed.

“It’s hot outside, Liz. You’re lucky I’m not stripping down to my boxers.” Max winks at her then tosses her his shirt playfully. Liz only huffs his rain scented shirt a little.

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Liz bites her lip as she watches Max’s arms flex as he finishes tightening the lugnuts on the spare tire on the back right of the cruiser. Max comes up to her open window drenched in sweat carrying the wrench and shoves his head in her window.

“Ohmygodthatfeelssogood.” Max groans when the cool AC hits his face. He gently hands the wrench to Liz then playfully shakes off his sweaty hair in her direction making her squeal at him. “I got the tire put on. We need to stop at the first safe looking hotel we see to stop for the night. I’m not sure the spare will make it all the way to the hotel we were supposed to stop at.”

He gently takes the bottle of water she hands him and goes around to the driver’s side of the cruiser. He waits until an 18 wheeler passes and there is an opening in traffic before opening his door and hopping in quickly. He whips off his sweat soaked white undershirt and tosses it into the backseat, cranking the AC full blast. Liz traces his tattoos with her eyes before being startled by him clearing his throat.

“Elizabeth, my eyes are up here.” Max gestures at his eyes firmly, before breaking into a grin at her contrite expression. “You're always welcome to look at me, Liz.”

Liz curls into herself at the butterflies that erupt in her stomach at his words, looking out the window for a hotel. “There, Max!” She points one long crimson fingernail at the run down but well lit motel off the side of the road.

“Good eye, Liz.” Max agrees, turning on his blinker. It is Friday night and the small motel is across the street from a busy bar but seems to be relatively empty. Finding a room shouldn’t be a problem.

Max puts his plaid shirt back on and buttons it up smiling lopsidedly over at Liz. “Ready?”

At her nod, he meets her around at the hood of the cruiser, placing his palm gently on her lower back to guide her to the front door of the motel. When they reach the front door, he holds it open for her like his mother always taught him to do then follows her to the front desk.

“Welcome to Motel Del Turo, how can I help you?” A rail thin teenage boy with braces asks from the other side of the counter.

“We need two adjoining rooms, please.” Liz crosses her arms and smiles serenely up at the boy.

“Oh. We only have one room. It has a king size bed.” The boy wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “It’s the jalapeño room. VERY spicy.”

“Oh. No, we couldn’t possibly… I’ll sleep in the cruiser. ” Max starts, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Don’t be silly! We’re both adults and I will just end up in your room anyway.” Liz argues, placing her hands on her hips.

“You sure?” Max searches her eyes for any hesitation, although she has ended up in his room a lot lately.

“Positive. I don’t want to sleep in this hotel alone, Max.” Liz looks up at him through her long lashes, biting her lip.

“We’ll take it.” Max decides, sliding the teen his company card.

“You guys need condoms, towels or anything?” The boy nods his head suggestively at Max.

“Just the towels, thank you.” Max signs his name on the receipt feeling like he’s having some sort of out of body experience.