#but do you think they were sitting in each other’s driver rooms whispering about leaving

[promiscuousasexual]

interesting

[astonmartingf]

ADORE YOU ; KR7

kimi raikkonen x mclaren driver!reader

. . . your relationship with kimi was always civil, not too close like friends, but not too far apart like strangers. somehow you got stuck in a situation leaving both of you confronting your feelings for each other.

amgf still one of the best things i wrote, ever. this is my baby, the time i spent making the radio graphics was all worth it, i love this so much ughh

death of a bachelor ; masterlist

Getting called in for a private meeting with the team principal is always worrying. Usually you’re called for one of two reasons, either you’ve done exceptionally well or if you’ve fucked up. With how things are looking up, you’re clearly called in because you’ve fucked up and one of the sponsors has found something to complain about.

You were used to it, sadly. And despite his constant reassurance, you know Fernando doesn’t have that much power to help you. Paired with his recent win in the driver’s championship you kept your mouth shut from the pressure held on you.

The last thing you want is to take away the spotlight from him, it was his win after all. Despite the number of news outlets questioning his position, and the ambiguity of it all with you in the center of controversy.

All because of some harmless photos with Kimi, one that caught him off guard. Not because he was unknowingly involved, but with the fact that he only knew then just how many people loathe you in the industry who are constantly waiting for you to fuck up.

Breathing out, you shake off the million thoughts running in your head. There’s no use overthinking what has been done, standing in front of the team principal’s door you brace yourself for the worst that could happen.

Thinking to yourself that maybe this is the end of it all, that maybe they’ve finally succeeded in leaving you without a seat for the next season. The worst that could happen is Renault pulling out your contract early, and you were preparing for the worst.

The person out of your equation is Kimi Raikkonen himself- the first person your eyes landed upon entering the room. Looking around your eyes scan the room, your teammate nowhere to be found. It’s just you, Kimi, and your team principal.

“Good Morning.” You’re voice curt and short as you feel the dry scratch at the back of your throat. Sitting beside Kimi you lean towards him whispering, “What are you doing here? Did McLaren form a complaint?”

Next to you, Kimi shrugs his shoulders equally unaware. “I was called in when I arrived earlier, I thought you were the one with the complaint.”

Brows raised, you let out a small sigh in disagreement, “I don’t think I’m in a position to complain, you on the other hand, God knows what people are saying.”

You don’t notice the frown forming on Kimi’s face, his brows furrowed in annoyance, “How are you empathizing with me right now? God knows how much worse you’re having it, and here you are worrying about me. I don’t care what they say about me, as long as they don’t involve you in it.” Kimi scoffs, watching the corners of your lips curl into a small smile.

“You must hate being involved with me that much.” Teasing him, Kimi shakes his head with his eyes rolling back.

A cough breaks your attention away from Kimi, reminding you that you’re here for a serious meeting with your team principal. Turning your head you see him with a big smile on his face.

Huh.

“Do you know why I called you here?” His voice reverberates in the room, leaving your throat dry. Your eyes widen, gulping before attempting to answer.

“No, you don’t have to answer.”

Pressing your lips, you shrink down back in your seat feeling the drops of sweat press against your team shirt. Your eyes widen, avoiding contact, you prepare yourself with the worst anticipating the next words out of his mouth.

“It’s all going well in fact that I’ve decided myself to let you continue with what you two are doing.”

An audible gasp left your lips, “But there’s nothing, we aren’t doing anything,” quickly defending yourself from your team principal’s accusations.

Bewildered, a loud cackle escapes his lips leaving you and Kimi in confusion, “That’s even better. Honestly, you don’t have to date each other, just continue what you’re doing.”

Kimi shakes his head, “Doing what exactly?”

“Listen, all you need to do is be seen in public. Think of it as a fake secret relationship. Just like you said, if there’s nothing going on with you two then there is no need to confirm it. Just to keep the sponsorships happy, and free publicity for both teams.”

You share a look with Kimi, gauging from his reaction he doesn’t seem to mind. Then again it’s not like anything is happening between you two, it’s like hitting multiple birds in one stone. You can keep being friends with Kimi, you keep your seat, and you keep the sponsors happy with the advertisement.

Clearing his throat, Kimi speaks up first, “You know if you don’t want to-”

“I don’t mind.” Giving him a small smile, you assure him of your consent, “I’d rather it be you than someone else, plus we get to hang out more often. Unless you don’t want to, then we don’t have to-”

“I’m okay if you’re okay with it.”

Clasping his hands your team principal is smiling over the moon, at least someone is happy with the situation,

“Well if you have no other questions, you’re free to leave Kimi.” Your team principal dismisses the Fin, leaving an uncomfortable taste in his mouth.

“Why? If you have something to say to Y/N you can say it to me as well. What are you going to scold her for? You should’ve been there to defend her against the comments, I won’t leave. Whatever you say to her, I will be here and listen.”

His sudden outburst caught you off guard, uncharacteristic for Kimi to go over his emotions like that. Though his outbursts are short it’s usually directed out of frustration, but this was out of nowhere. Your eyes dart back and forth Kimi and your team principal with conflicted feelings.

While you feel proud that Kimi defended you, on the other hand you grimace at the sight of your team principal, still and speechless.

“Well, you’re more than welcome to wait for Y/N outside but Fernando is coming along in a while- we’re having a team meeting for the next season.”

“Oh.”

“I’ll guide Kimi on the way out, you know in case he reads any of our world winning strategies.” Standing up swiftly, you pull Kimi’s arm, dragging him away from the office and out to the paddock.

It wasn’t until then you realized the awkward silence looming between you two. Looking up to his eyes, you stare at his blue ones, getting lost into the deep hues akin to a storm. In the silence, a mutual understanding was built.

And unbeknownst to you, it was the beginning of a deeper relationship with Kimi.

You were on your way to Maranello when the announcement of your transfer was released. Sinking in your seat you close your phone, thankful to be on a plane avoiding the constant ping and ringing of your phone.

It was a short-lived moment of relaxation, not long after the seat beside yours was occupied. Observing the person, your eyes squint at the sight of a familiar face.

"Kimi? I didn't know you were on your way to Italy as well."

Turning around, Kimi blinked slowly taking in your presence. "Was staying with me that bad that you need a different vacation?"

Scoffing at him, you shift in your seat facing his, "As much as I want more time for vacations unfortunately I'm going to Italy for work."

Kimi tilts his head, "Didn't know Renault moved to Italy. Are you going over factories?"

You still yourself, contemplating telling him the truth or getting away with a little lie. Not in the mood for conversation, you chose the latter.

"Something like that. They want me to check something personally. My manager arranged it for me so, I really don't have a say."

Kimi nods again leaving you to do your own things, something that you appreciate when you're with him. There's no need for small talk, it's always comfortable silence.

A few people you feel comfortable being with for long periods of time, it's either him or your teammate Alonso. Contrary to popular belief, there's no "feud" between the three of you– more on the two of them, you were somehow stuck in between their "rivalry" and just how the company milked the media for more coverage.

Truthfully faking a secret relationship with Kimi was one of the easiest things you had to do last year, purposefully being seen hanging out, going on "dates" and vacationing together without having to confirm anything, you were winning.

And the end of it all with you getting a seat with Ferrari. It was a whirlwind of emotions, not just for you but for your teammate Alonso who was poached to McLaren.

A secret you had to keep from Kimi while vacationing together. You did carry a smidge of guilt hiding him from his new teammate, but vacation meant time away from work and racing. And one thing you learned about Kimi is that he hates race talk at the dinner table.

You sit in silence catching the last hours of sleep. By the time you wake up, the plane has already landed. You feel the seatbelt around your waist, scouring the area you look for Kimi.

"You were asleep the whole flight, I put on your seatbelt for you." You blink your eyes, in an attempt to keep yourself awake.

"When did we land?" Your voice is croaky and dry, you squirm in your seat yawning and stretching.

A small smile can be seen from Kimi's face as he hands you bottled water. "We just landed, you want to go now or wait for a little while?"

A small pout forms your face as you unbuckle your seatbelt, grabbing the bottled water from his hands you take small sips feeling more awake by the minute.

"I want to go now, I want to change clothes before going to the factory." Grabbing you things you stand up leaving the plane with Kimi beside you.

"Is someone picking you up or do you want me to drive you to your hotel?" Kimi offers, putting his bags at the trunk of a Ferrari 599. The way his arms flex, as he pushes his weight, leaning upon the frame of the trunk.

You shake your head off your thoughts, "You don't have to, someone is picking me up. I guess I'll see you around then." Frankly, you booked a one-way ticket to Emilia-Romagna as soon as your break with Kimi was over.

Spending your vacation with Kimi was one of the best things you've done, but the longer you stayed inside the bubble that is Kimi Raikkonen, the more you realized your conflicting feelings towards him.

And that is something you're not prepared to confront yet.

Nonetheless it seems as though the universe has a way of bringing you together— it comes in the form of sitting beside each other on the plane ride, and now seeing him through the glass window in Ferrari's headquarters.

[bunnyteetharry]

Full Throttle

summary: Harry get’s into a bad crash during a race which leads to the exposure of your secret relationship

warnings: none-ish

pairing: formula1driver!arry x bossesdaughter! reader

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The sound of people chattering and cars zooming loudly filled your ears

You were sat in the box with he other race engineers, all eyes glued to the big screens that were mounted onto the wall, you fixed the position of you headset you don’t know how many times already, your leg was bouncy up and down like crazy

Growing up surrounded by this environment you would think you would be use to this already but of course that changed when it was someone you cared about on that race track

Your Dad was The Managing Director for Ferrari, since you can remember, you and your sisters would always tag along and watch the races sometimes out in the stands with your Mom or by the technical team, watching them fix up the cars quickly in the box and getting overly excited when they rushed back into the race which blew a huge gust of wind your way and brushed your hair all over your faces

You met Harry when he was freshly up incoming for Mercedes at 21 years old, whenever you come around during the summer and help your dad, while learning some things about the different roles when it comes to the sport, he would roam around till he found you in the snack room and you started talking since

Well mostly him bugging you any chance he could, when he won in The Australian Grand Prix, he hopped off the car and ran straight towards you “I think a congratulations kiss is in order” his smirk was spread wide across his face, you rolled your eyes, arms crossed against your chest “Beat it before my dad see’s you over here Styles” he smiled and ran back to his team, jumping on them to give them a hug, resulting in almost crashing all of them into the ground

Four years later he joined Ferrari at 25 years old, you were currently finished with being an intern and joined race engineers, imagine the look on your face when you walked into the schedule meeting and see the sly smirking British man sitting there next to your dad

“Where’s my welcome to the team kiss?” He was leaned again the wall of the snack room, right where it all began “Can’t push me away now since we’re teammates” you rolled your eyes “Are you here just to annoy me even more? Cause this is a huge step that may resolve in a restraining order” he shrugged and picked up a water from the mini fridge “Who knows but I see this as a win win situation” before he was about to leave the room he turned back around and leaned down to your ear whispering “No getting rid of me now sweetheart” he pecked your cheek, smiling wildly out the room leaving you stun in your spot

Throughout his time with Ferrari, there was an odd thing going on between you and Harry, everyone noticed it, but you tried to ignore it as best as you could, sure you couldn’t help the sigh of relief you let out each time he finished a race in mint condition or the small smiles you would send each other across the rooms

At one point you finally admitted to yourselves that you had attraction towards each other and went on a few dates, at night of course as you didn’t want to bring an up roar in the morning with the press if you were seen with one of Ferrari’s top driver, especially with eh position your dad is in, you just knew the headlines would be wild

Even with secretly dating for a year now, it’s hard to do anything, let alone hold hands, it’s a good thing you’re families okay with it or else this would make your relationship ever harder then it already is

“He’s going to be okay love” your dad squeezed your hand tenderly, you tried your best to hide your worries into your smile “I know, it’s just you know how nervous I get sometimes” he nodded and smiled “He’s the best of the best, nothing can go wrong even with his track record” he said before heading back to his spot next to the track

The beep of the starter lights began to sound off

All three of you scooted to the end of your seated and breath hitched once the lights turned green

Half an hour in and the charts were looking good, Harry was close to second place coming behind his teammate Leclerc, right when he’s about to hit that mark Lewis Hamilton looses control of his breaks and crashes into Harry’s rear right tire, sending both of them tumbling toward the edge of the track

“Fuck” you mumbled quickly standing up from your seat, “Harry, you alright mate?” Roger the technical manager called out from the headset, it was quite for a minute but it felt like years before Harry answered “Yeah I’m good” he coughed, from the corner of the screen you could see the Marshalls already on the scene to make sure Harry and Lewis were safe from the impact

Minutes later Harry was back in the box, his face covered with debris and scratches

Everyone came up to him to congratulate on a good job he did so far before the crash happen, after the crowd settled down you dropped your headset onto the counter and ran towards him

He immediately reacted and wrapped his arm tightly around you, the other clutching your head, “I’m okay baby” he whispered pecking your forehead, every stood and starred at you both, a look of shock scattered on their faces

Letting go you cupped his face, looking for anymore injuries he may have “Hey, hey I’m fine love” he smiled softly bringing your hands down and wiping off the tears on your cheek

“Don’t ever scare me like that again” you lightly punched his chest “No promises” he smiled down at you

a/n: sorry for the long wait (and the quick ending), I was so busy with college I lost track of time but I’m trying to get as much writing as I can done, hope you enjoyed this one! <3

[norrisleclercf1]

Heyy can you do a dark rbr seb fic where the reader is part of the Red Bull team as an assistant to the media team, Seb is just very infatuated with her, and the reader is very close to everyone including Mark and one day the reader just had a long night of paperwork and she just keeps yawning all day and Mark told her to go sleep it off in his drivers room since he doesn't mind, and seb is wondering where she went and his team told him that she was napping in Marks room and he just gets mad but composes himself and he goes to Marks drivers room seeing you bundled up in blankets and he carries you back to his own room and when you wake up Seb is just there holding you caressing your hair telling you that when you want or need something you should go to him not other people. And that rings alarm bells for you and you try to avoid him but he always manages to get you always in the place where he always wants you to be which is with him. CONGRATS ON THE 4K FOLLOWERS!

It's horrible to keep yawning throughout the meeting. Mark was sitting next to you, as you were his assistant for media and were glued to his side. Mark kept casting you looks, hand going behind your back to rub your neck.

"Y/n, why don't you go take a nap in my driver's room?" Mark asks, fingers playing with the ends of your hair. Dropping your head you groan from his fingers working into the back of your skull. "I shouldn't." You grumble, but with each passing moment his fingers rub the more your eyes grow heavy.

"Come on love, go to my room and sleep." He whispers, ghosting your cheek with a kiss which has you smiling. Making your way to the room, you let some of your coworkers know where you'll be in case they need you for something. You step into the room taking a deep breath loving the smell of Mark's aftershave.

Going to the small bed you grab one of his blankets, laying down you wrap it tight around your body. It doesn't take long for you to fall asleep.

"Hey?" Sebastian yells, irritated with the fact that he can't find you. He's been searching for what it seemed like hours. "Have you seen Y/n?" He tries to control his frantic behavior in trying to find you, but one of your friends can tell he's desperate.

"Yeah, she said something about sleeping and Mark." The friend waves him off rushing to finish what they're doing. Seb feels this white rage turning and kicking the wall hard, the spot folding with ease leaving a hole. "Fucker." Sebastian growls, pulling his foot out of the wall as he composes himself heading to Mark's room.

He fully expects Mark to be in the room, maybe trying to convince you out on a date. Sebastian made the mistake of telling Mark he likes you and ever since then, Mark's been making his move. Pushing open the door he stutters to a stop, seeing you curled up on the bed fast asleep.

Sebastian doesn't even think it through when he picks you up with such ease as he walks you back to his room down the hall.

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It's the fingers playing with your hair that has you sighing and leaning into the pillow even more. "Mark, stop." You whisper, the fingers still but then tug a little harder. "Don't ask Mark for anything, you should always ask me." You sit up fast, scrambling away from Sebastian. "I have to go." His smile turns into a frown as he watches you rush out of the room.

Ever since then you run into Sebastian all the time. Staring at you or leaving you little gifts for you, it creeps you out as you've started to stick closer to Mark. Mark just smiles telling you that Sebastian has a crush on you and that it's harmless. Yeah just harmless

[crueisummer]

𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 | 𝓒𝓛16

pairing: charles leclerc x reader

chapter summary: You surprise Charles at a race, and he wins and asks you to be his girlfriend.

playlist: ♫ gorgeous ♪ delicate ♬ i think he knows ♡ you are in love

author's note: Part 3!! I had a lot of ideas coming in with this one that's why it took so long xD Hope you guys like it! In my imagination, Max DNF and Charles won in Austria LOOOOOL jk. Anyway, thank you so much for all the support &lt;;3

word count: 3.1k

disclaimer: All characters and events in this story, even those based on real people, are entirely fictional.

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While sitting on the couch in your living room, engrossed in writing a song with a guitar on your lap and a notebook in front of you, your concentration was interrupted by the FaceTime ringtone. Glancing at your MacBook on the coffee table, you saw Charles' name and immediately answered the call, greeted by his gorgeous face.

"Hello, cheri," Charles greeted you as you set aside your guitar. He settled onto the bed, his head bouncing with a smile, and you couldn't help but laugh. Observing his wet hair and the towel around his neck, you deduced that he had just finished showering after receiving your text about being available for a FaceTime call.

"Aww, is my baby tired?" You teasingly remarked, knowing he preferred terms of endearment over his name.

"Very," he replied with closed eyes, his smile still present.

"I watched the qualifying today, and you did amazingly! P2!" You exclaimed with enthusiasm, as if you were the first one telling him his position, even though he was well aware.

"Merci, bébé. I was thinking of you while racing," he winked at you.

"No, you weren't," you playfully rolled your eyes, aware of his flirtatious nature, yet blushing at his words. Adding, "What time is it there?"

"It's about 9:30 pm here."

"3:30 here."

"Were you writing?" He inquired, noticing the guitar beside you.

"Yeah, just a bit. I've only figured out the guitar part for now," you shrugged.

"Can I hear it?"

"Sure." You reached for the guitar and played the chords for him.

"That sounds amazing. I'm sure you'll come up with the lyrics soon. You're like a genius," he complimented.

"Charles, please. You're going to inflate my ego," you jokingly responded, strumming the guitar. Suddenly, memories of the night you and Charles first met flooded your mind, and the lyrics began to form. Setting the guitar down on the couch, you quickly grabbed your notebook and pen, eager to jot down the lyrics.

"See? You're already writing it down," he smirked at you, shaking his head, secretly thinking, You are so talented.

As you caught up with each other, you suggested that Charles turn off the lights in his room, leaving only the lamp on, and make himself comfortable. About thirty minutes later, he was starting to doze off. Whispering a soft "good night" to him, he responded with a gentle smile and mumbled it back. You watched him sleep, waiting for him to enter a deep slumber before ending the call, recalling how last time you had accidentally woken him up by ending the call too soon.

Now, gazing at his peaceful expression, you wished he could always be like this. He had confided in you about the pressure he was currently facing—falling behind in points compared to last year, ranking 6th in the driver standings, and the heightened attention on him as they returned to Austria, where he had won the previous year—all while aiming to secure a podium win that would mark Ferrari's 800th. Last week, he finished P4 and was disappointed not to make it to the podium, and all you could do was offer comfort over the phone since you were in New York.

It had been two months since you and Charles had met, and you both agreed to take things slow. As part of that decision, you chose not to accompany him to the races. However, when he finished P4 last week, you couldn't help but wish you could be there to hug and support him.

"Please be here," Charles whispered, surprising you. He seemed to be sleeping already. Is he sleep-talking?

You responded softly, "Hmm, Charles? What did you say?"

"Here," He whispered again, and that single word was all it took for you to grab your phone and message your manager that you were heading to Austria. Once you were certain Charles had fallen into a deep sleep, you ended the FaceTime call and made the necessary arrangements. You packed your suitcase, booked a private jet and pilot, secured accommodation and transportation in Austria, all timed to coincide with Charles' arrival at the paddock.

Upon your arrival, Kika and Pierre joined you, handing over the VIP pass. The media immediately began taking photos, unsure of your identity but capturing the moment just in case you were someone significant. Your attire—a black tank top and skirt, a red Ferrari leather jacket, red Jordans, black sunglasses and Charles' Ferrari cap—made it evident that you were there to support a certain Ferrari driver.

"Charles says he's in the motorhome. He's asking why I'm asking where he is," Pierre said, looking up at the two of you, waiting for your response.

"Hmm, if you tell him you have a surprise, he might suspect something, and we don't want that," Kika contemplated aloud.

"Um, just tell him you need him to sign something," you suggested, pointing to the cap you were wearing.

"Wait, are you two official?" Pierre asked you.

“No, not yet.” You smiled sheepishly at them as they expressed their surprise.

“Wow. I bet he’ll ask you to be his girlfriend before the day ends,” Kika said confidently. “I would bet all my money on it.”

“I know he's been planning it for a while, but the surprise might be the cherry on top,” Pierre added, while Kika linked her arm with his and rested her head on his shoulder.

You laughed at their reaction as Pierre led the way to the Ferrari motorhome. You pondered silently, realizing that it didn't really matter whether you were officially a couple or not yet. Charles had been patient, waiting for you to feel comfortable with him, and you both agreed to take things slow. But lately, you couldn't help but feel that both of you were ready for a committed relationship. So, why continue waiting?

A few employees were present, but there were no fans or media in sight. Kika took out her phone to record the moment, and Pierre called Charles, instructing him to come outside. With Pierre on your left and Kika on your right, you stood nervously in the middle, removing your sunglasses and cap to make it easier for Charles to recognize you. You waited for about a minute until three figures wearing red emerged from the building. Charles was the first one out, scanning the surroundings, and when his eyes met yours, his face lit up.

"Y/N?"

"Surprise!"

Grinning, you rushed toward him, and he reciprocated by opening his arms, embracing you tightly. Laughter filled the air as Charles stood there, slightly confused but delighted, while you savored his scent and held onto him. In your imagination, you had envisioned this surprise and his reaction countless times, but nothing compared to the reality of hugging him.

The three people around you laughed and gushed at the sight, and eventually, you pulled away slightly, keeping your arm loosely wrapped around his as you smiled and greeted him with a simple "Hi."

"What? How? When I fell asleep last night, you were still in New York!" He exclaimed, his eyes widening with astonishment. His confusion was undeniably adorable.

"Yeah, but you were sleep-talking, practically begging me to come here!" You replied, creating some distance between you and Charles, placing your hand on your hip. He didn't appreciate the space and closed the gap, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, kissing the side of your head, as you faced your three friends, who were playfully teasing Charles.

"He begged you to come here!?" Carlos shouted in amusement.

"Just say you're happy she's here!" Pierre exclaimed.

“Wait, you guys are in a call while sleeping?” Arthur teased.

"For crying out loud, just kiss her already so I can turn this off!" Everyone turned their attention to Kika, who was still recording the entire interaction. Except for Charles, who gently placed his hand on your chin, guiding your face to look at him. As you turned to meet his gaze, his lips were already in close proximity to yours. He closed the gap between you and gave you a brief but tender kiss before pulling away.

Shortly after, Kika and Pierre bid their farewells, and you hugged and thanked them. Charles then introduced you to Carlos and Arthur.

"Ahh, so this is the famous 'Y/N' that Charles has been talking so much about!" Carlos remarked, smiling as you both stepped back.

You giggled and playfully asked, "Oh really? What has he been saying about me?"

"He's always bringing you up in conversations! Saying things like 'Did you know Y/N is like this...'" Arthur began, imitating Charles as the four of you shared a lighthearted moment.

"Shut up, mate! Go! Don’t you two have to be somewhere?" Charles exclaimed, playfully shooing Carlos and Arthur away. They pretended to be offended but waved goodbye as they left. Charles then took your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours, and led you into the motorhome.

Curiosity filled Charles' expression as he guided you through the motorhome. "Seriously, how did you get here? Wha-?" he began to ask, but you interrupted with laughter, explaining most of it.

As he showed you the different rooms, you waved and greeted the staff. The motorhome had offices where people were working, tables and chairs in the middle, and stairs at the back. Charles led you up the stairs, pointing out the kitchen, and at the top of the stairs was the second floor, where his driver's room was located.

His room was small, with a closet on the left, a small desk beside it, and his bed on the right. You sat on his bed while he closed the door behind you. Commenting on the size, you remarked, "Well, this is bigger than what you described."

"Still, I don't like hanging around here," he chuckled, joining you on the bed. You looked at him, and he couldn't help but smile. "I still can't believe you're here. Did I actually sleep talk last night?"

“Yes! You whispered, ‘be here’ twice and I don’t know, it felt right for me to get here as soon as I can,” you explained and shrugged at the end. Charles' smile didn't fade.

"Can I kiss you now?" he asked softly, and you nodded in response. His lips were warm and soft as they met yours. They parted slightly, allowing your tongues to intertwine. The gentle tickle of his breath beneath your nose, his fingers gently combing through your hair—every sensation was heightened as you breathed each other in.

Charles firmly grasped your hips, urging you to settle onto his lap as he shifted back on the bed. Your bodies pressed against each other with passion, breathing heavily as your lips locked together. The taste of your shared breath lingered, accompanied by the feel of your combined heartbeats. With a slight fumble, he managed to remove your jacket, and his lips trailed a series of small kisses along your neck, leaving a trail of pleasure in their wake.

"Charles, you're going to leave a mark," you whispered breathlessly, reveling in the intense sensations evoked by his kisses.

"That's exactly what I want, my love," he replied in a rough, raspy voice. You entangled your hands in his hair and tugged gently, prompting him to withdraw and admire his handiwork. He looked at you, breathless, your lips reddened and swollen, your hair tousled, and a vivid red mark adorning the left side of your neck—a visible symbol of his possession.

Charles was about to speak when his phone suddenly began vibrating in his pocket. He reached for it and leaned against the headboard of the bed. Finally feeling your fatigue from the long flight, you put your head on Charles' chest and wrapped an arm around his stomach, closing your eyes and finding comfort in the rise and fall of his chest against you. You were almost asleep when you heard Charles bidding the caller goodbye.

"Babe, I have to go to the parade now. Do you want to stay here and take a nap?" Charles asked, running his fingers through your hair as you nodded.

"Okay, I'll be back in 30 minutes tops," Charles says, making a move to leave. At first, you resist, but knowing he'll get in trouble if he's late, you let him go. He kisses you on the forehead goodbye, and you're already fast asleep before he's out of the room.

"Y/N, amour. Wake up," Charles says, planting kisses on your face and arm to gently wake you up. You stir and open your eyes, and he smiles at you. "Sorry to wake you up, but you're going to watch me win now."

You laugh at his cockiness and ask him if you have time to freshen up. He nods, and you stand in front of him, finishing up your lip gloss. He tries to lean in for a kiss, but you stop him, reminding him of your lip gloss. He groans and kisses your forehead instead. Holding your hand, he leads you outside the motorhome.

"I'm going to be busy now. Will you be fine with Arthur?" he asks, taking a sip of water while his hand remains intertwined with yours. You nod, assuring him you'll be okay.

"Are you sure? You can ask Kika to sit here with you, though," he suggests, concerned about your comfort.

"Charles, don't worry. I'm a grown woman. I think I can handle spending time with new people," you laugh, teasing him. "Besides, I'm pretty sure Kika would want to stay and support Pierre."

Once everything is settled, the two of you enter the garage. Charles greets everyone while holding your hand, and you wave at them. He shows you to your seat next to Arthur. Charles introduces you to Joris and Andrea, who are sitting beside Arthur, and then he leaves for a brief team meeting.

As you observe the garage, Joris asks if this is your first F1 race.

“First race and first-time surprising Charles.” You smile at him, and he tells you he’s going to show you something. He tilts his camera to you, and you see a photo of Charles at his apartment, smiling while looking at his phone.

“He was texting you, by the way.” He says and you blush, asking him to send you a copy of the picture. He nods and adds, “You know, I’ve never seen him smile like that.”

“Bullshit. You probably say that to all the girls he brings here.” You joke and chuckle at him.

He raises his arms and says, “Hey, I don’t have any reason to say that to you in the first place. So, trust me when I say that he’s never looked at a girl like that, ever.”

Arthur then chimes in, saying he's never seen Charles talk about someone so much, especially to his mother.

Your eyes widen. He told his mother about me? You try not to show any emotion as you ask Arthur, “What has he said about me?”

“I’m pretty sure all good things. I know she doesn’t like to judge before meeting someone, so she’s been asking Charles to invite you for dinner, but he said the two of you are taking things slow, and I think she really liked that.” Arthur smiles at you.

“Charles hasn’t had a good track record when it comes to dating, and Maman tries not to interfere; but you know.” Arthur adds and nods his head, and you did too. Charles previously told you about his two previous relationships and how fucked up everything started and ended.

You're interrupted when Charles approaches your group. He takes you to the side for a moment of privacy. He informs you that he has to go to the grid and asks if you're sure you'll be fine.

“Charles, I’m fine, okay? Now, good luck out there.” You smile at him and pat his chest.

“That’s it?” He says frowning. He turns to his side and taps his cheek. You laugh at him and gently held his jaw, tilting his face to kiss him gently on the lips.

When you pulled away, you whisper to his ear, trying to copy his accent, “Good luck, amour.”

He grins like a kid and replies, “I have my good luck charm right here.”

During the race, you wear a headset to listen to the communication between Charles and his engineer. Arthur explains the race terminology to you, and you enjoy watching the pit stops. When Charles briefly takes the lead and Carlos follows in second place, everyone in the garage celebrates, and you join in. Not realizing the film crew on the garage and zooming in on you celebrating until you saw in one of the screens. You stopped jumping and blushed, realizing there were cameras here and that you’ve been made by the media.

As Charles crosses the finish line first, Arthur and the others grab you and run from the garage to the barricades. Charles parks his car, stands on it, and raises his fists in triumph. The lot of you cheer for your driver. He removes his helmet and balaclava and was just about to hug you when you grab his cheek and kiss him passionately on the lips. You felt him get taken aback but he kisses back instantly. The crowd around you cheers, and Charles pulls away and smiles at you. He goes on to shake hands with Arthur and others before preparing for his interview.

After a few minutes, they step up on the podium, and you watch as Charles gets handed the trophy and he raises it. He looks around and locks eyes with you. He winks, and you make a heart gesture with your hands. He laughs and shakes his head.

You're glad you came to surprise him, knowing in your heart that you're ready for the next step in your relationship. While you had agreed to take things slow, you knew he had been patiently waiting for a sign that you were ready to start a new relationship.

As night fell and you found yourselves on the balcony of your hotel room, gazing at the starry sky, a feeling of familiarity washed over you. Charles lovingly wrapped his arm around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder as you look back at the day and think that your spontaneous decision to support him at the race was a clear indication of your feelings, and he knows it.  

Finally, Charles finally asked the question he had been longing to ask all day, "Will you be my girlfriend?"

A smile adorned your face as you turned to face him, his arms still embracing you. Without hesitation, you kissed him and replied, "Yes."

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━━ ✶✶˖° 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗘𝗘 | 𝗡𝟰𝗦.

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴(𝘀) ━ 2019 to 2023!f1 grid x driver!female oc

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 ━ lewis responds to what arabella said in drive to survive starting a little rivalry between them

𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 ━ 2019, 31st march

𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 ━ manama, bahrein

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ━ angst because bella tries to push everyone away, lewis being confusing and cursing

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 ━ not an accurate description of a race (i don't really know how to write that so this will do) btw seb is not going to be in the grid until 2021 bc you know we need that seat for bella but he will appear so don't worry

𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ━ @namgification @louvrepool @d3kstar @omgsuperstarg @whoselly @yl90

• — need for speed’s masterlist

HER leg, clad in the red race suit, moved up and down. She bit the inside of her left cheek and played with the sleeve of her shirt. She was in her garage sitting on a bench that she had found, her car surrounded by her mechanics was not far from her.

She looked around her: this was definitely different from Formula Two.

Today was her second race in Formula One and for some reason she was nervous unlike the first one in which she felt nothing but excitement and adrenaline. Yesterday she qualified in fifth place so she had a good chance of winning or at least getting on the podium which was good news but the spaniard couldn't help but self-sabotage and think that she wasn't going to win.

Her anxiety began to take hold in her stomach and she couldn't help but think about her teammate. Last night they had confessed their feelings to each other and between kisses and whispers they fell asleep, which was special for her but when Arabella opened her eyes and quietly slipped out of the room to get ready to go to the circuit, reality crashed into her, giving her a slap all over the face.

Now she was in a relationship? –They hadn’t come to anything since they didn’t had time to talk but let's leave it at that– with her teammate which, according to the small print of their contract, was strictly prohibited so if they were discovered they could be fired in addition to the fact that it would be a scandal, they would call her everything and they would surely believe that it would be a point in favor of why there should be no women in Formula One and she knew that, unfortunately, Charles, just because he was a man, would not come out as badly as her.

She covered her face with her hands trying to block out the light and took in as much air as her lungs would allow before releasing it again. She had to talk to Charles and make things clear, but first she had to forget about that and focus on her career.

She called herself a fool in the four languages she knew. She was supposed to be smart, she had to think things through, know in advance all the possible scenarios that could arise as a result of her actions. She couldn't make mistakes, she was in the spotlight of thousands of people. She was Arabella Torres, the girl who had make it to Formula One at just eighteen years old and who was causing a sensation in the world of sports. She couldn't allow herself to make mistakes, not after everything she had suffered to get to where she was now, not after everything she had said. She couldn't make a fool of herself like that.

She would be a shame to her family, her friends and most of all to the women around the world that she represented. She wanted to make history and change it, she wanted to be the one who made the path easier for others but she couldn't do it if two months after debuting she was caught with her partner's tongue down her throat.

"Fuck," she cursed in a whisper in spanish, removing her hands from her face. Some leather moccasins were present in her field of vision, she looked up, meeting Alexander, her man of the radio, looking at her cautiously.

“You seem worried, are you okay?” The man, who was in his fifties and reminded her of her grandfather, asked.

She shook her head, releasing a sigh that she didn't know she contained. She faked a small smile "I'm a little nervous about starting in fifth position."

“You'll do well, I'm sure” He placed his hand on her shoulder and gave her a couple of pats as a sign of support “Who knows, maybe you'll win this race.”

"I wish" her smile changed to a real one, winning would definitely make her day better.

The half brit half italian smiled back, tightening his grip on her shoulder before letting go and pointing to his ears. “Don't worry, I'll be with you.”

She smiled tenderly before opening her mouth to answer him but she was interrupted when she heard one of the mechanics say Charles' name, then she heard the others greet him as well. Immediately her leg resumed moving up and down on her spot.

Mierda. Shit.

A couple of minutes later the green-eyed man was walking towards her offering her a smile that she could swear was worth a million euros. She reciprocated timidly and lowered her gaze when he finally reached her side.

For his part, Charles felt that at any moment he was going to throw up butterflies. He took advantage of the fact that she diverted her gaze to the ground to observe her better, the sleeves of her race suit were tied to her waist, leaving her fireproof shirt that hugged her body to view, highlighting her figure, her dark hair was tied in a low ponytail, she was not wearing makeup, leaving seeing circles under her eyes that confirmed that what happened last night hadn’t been a dream and that it had actually happened.

“You left without saying anything” He leaned towards her and whispered so that no one else would hear him.

She felt how her cheeks began to heat up and how the feeling of guilt began to settle in her chest “I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep so I went to my room. I didn't want to wake you up” She lifted her right leg and bent it, drawing it toward her body and then placed her chin on against her knee so she could see him better. She furrowed his eyebrows “Are you angry?”.

He shook his head slightly earning a sigh of relief from her to which he laughed extending his arm to gently caress her back. It was true, he wasn't angry but he would have liked to wake up with her in his arms.

“You start in fifth position, how do you feel?”.

“I think I will get on the podium”.

“Oh, yeah?” He smiled, raising both eyebrows in a mocking tone to which she smiled amused “Do you think you'll beat me? I have the pole”.

She liked talking to Charles, he made her feel calm and helped her escape from her tedious reality. The monegasque, apart from being handsome and a good driver, was also a good person. He was the type of person who looked for a way to make you feel good and comfortable, that he adapted to the person with whom he had a conversation, taking into account what to talk about and what not to talk about. That was one of the things she liked about him.

“Mmmh, you'll see, Leclerc” She wrapped her fingers in the laces of her shoe and nodded, smiling at him mockingly, playing along.

The boy stared at her for a few seconds without saying anything, his gaze traveled quickly from her eyes to her lips and back again before leaning towards her again to speak in a low voice “You don't know how much I want to kiss you right now”.

"Charles!" She reprimanded him in a whisper, placing her hand on the boy's face and pushing his head back. She laughed because she thought it was funny but she tried to hide it "We shouldn't talk about that in public."

He rolled his eyes regretfully “Right.”

An applause was heard, drawing the attention of both, Arabella hurriedly released the monegasque's head when she saw Mattia Binotto approaching them at a quick pace.

“Good morning, guys!” A big smile covered the lips of the man with glasses “I hope you slept well because today we need you to have energy”.

They both shared a look and smiled slightly.

Wow, so sneaky.

“Charles, you are in pole position which is fantastic. I'm proud” He praised the boy who smiled and responded with a thank you. His gaze shifted to the girl, who shrank in her place somewhat nervously "And you, Arabella, are doing so well Fifth position in your second race! Great, simply great”.

“Thank you very much, sir,” She smiled politely. She felt the tension expelling from her body little by little.

He pushed up his left sleeve revealing a watch that looked like it was worth quite a bit of money and looked at it before covering it again "Well, I'm pretty busy today and since I won't be able to talk to you the rest of the day I wanted to wish you both luck” They both let out a thank you again, this time in unison making him laugh “By the way, I know you both want to win but whatever happens we will be happy and proud. See you guys”.

And without further ado he left, leaving them alone again.

“He was acting a little strange, don't you think?” With a frown and looking in the direction where the team principal had disappeared.

“A little, yes” He played it off, taking his phone out of his pocket to look at the time.

It was already eleven thirty in the morning.

“What are you going to do until lunch?” He locked the phone and returned it to his pocket while he mentally reviewed his agenda.

“I have a couple of interviews for a DAZN Spain. What about you?”.

"I don't know yet, I'll look for Emma and ask her" He shrugged and looked around the workshop in case he saw the publicist near her. When he confirmed that the woman wasn’t there, he turned to his team mate “Do you want to eat together?".

"Sure" She agreed before her own publicist approached her. She nodded when she told her that it was time for the interviews and she got up from the red metal bench, looked at the boy and raised her head in dismissal "I'll send you a text when I'm done."

He gave her a thumbs up, smiling at her, and stood up too, ready to go to his part of the garage and find his publicist.

Arabella looked at Elvira, her publicist, trying to look for any sign that she suspected something about the two drivers but the black-haired woman was too absorbed in her phone. She wrinkled her nose looking away from her trying not to be caught staring.

“Well, Albert Fabrega will interview you. It won't be anything out of the ordinary: he'll ask you how the car feels, if you think you'll win, he'll talk about your position in the standings and little else” She finally took her gaze off the phone, taking her index finger to her black-rimmed glasses, pushing them towards her face.

“Okay, and then?” She accepted the bottle of water that a Ferrari assistant offered her, thanked him with a smile when he walked next to her with an umbrella in his hand ready to cover her from the scorching sun.

“You'll talk to the DAZN Spain team for a while and ehm….” She looked again at the electronic device in her hands “There are some rich fans who have access to the paddock, you will take a couple of photos with them and you will sign whatever they want you to sign, then you can go to eat. You will met Charles for lunch, right?”.

“Yes” She began to unscrew the cap of the bottle and then take a good sip. She laughed "Do you know that the other day a girl asked me to sign her boobs?".

"Ew" Elvira made a disgusted face before waving her right hand "I'm so glad I'm not famous sometimes, anyway I think it's good that you go to lunch with Charles, so we can know where you are. I'll make sure Lando stays away from you, I don't want you two to start playing again” She looked at her accusingly over her glasses and she laughed guiltily, knowing she was referring to when she and the McLaren driver got together on Friday, playing tag and by accident they broke a sign.

They spent half an hour apologizing to Red Bull for tearing in half a poster with Pierre's face, who didn’t hesitate to make a dramatic scene about the situation.

But what could they do, after all they were just children.

“I THINK I have a good chance of getting on the podium today, I'm starting fifth so...” She shrugged, giving the camera a toothless smile. Her right hand held the microphone they had given her while her left held her body against the railing that separated the drivers from the press.

The journalist nodded “And what about your rivalry with Hamilton? As you said in Drive to Survive, you will do everything possible to beat him”.

That wasn't in the plan. She bit the inside of her cheek and swayed slightly wrapping her right foot around her left leg. “Yes, I said that but I don't have any rivalry with Hamilton other than, well, the typical one on the track that I have with all the drivers”.

“Don't you know what Hamilton has said about you?” The question left her frozen and for a moment she was worried but quickly composed herself and denied, looking out of the corner of her eye at her publicist and manager, who looked at her just as confused as she was before taking out their phones. The interviewer approached her, handing her his phone; it showed an article from the spanish newspaper Marca which about her and the champion.

She read the headline "Hamilton makes it clear that he is not worried about Torres" and she frowned as she watched the Mercedes driver's words being recited more quietly.

"I don't think she's a rival for me."

“Do you have anything to say about that?” Because she had tucked the microphone under her arm so she could grab the phone, the journalist brought his own microphone closer to her face. She opened her mouth to respond but nothing came out. "In the Melbourne GP you didn't get close to him, finishing in eighth place when he was second. Do you think you'll beat him today?".

She glanced at Elvira and Nicholas again, who shook their heads but she ignored them. “He can say whatever he wants. I'm not going to say that I'm going to beat him today because no one, much less me, knows what's going to happen today, but if I don't beat him today I know that one day I will. Maybe not today or tomorrow but one day I will and rest assured I will take the title from him.”

A smile was planted on the man's lips when he heard her. “Thank you, Arabella. That's all”.

“Thanks to you” She gave him a small smile that didn’t hide her annoyance and, after extending the microphone to the sound people, she turned around and walked away from there. In a second her publicist, her manager, the assistant with the umbrella and the Netflix team were at her side struggling to keep up with her.

Both adults looked at each other while the poor assistant was sweating profusely trying to hide it from the sun.

“Arabella...” She raised a hand stopping the woman, who with her mouth open looked at the girl's manager.

"I don't want to talk now, Elvira” She growled, heading to her room, ignoring everyone she found in her way. When she got to her room she locked herself in, putting the latch on, slamming the door in the faces of both adults.

The blonde knocked on the door. "Bells, don't lock yourself in. Talk to me”.

She was pissed off, very pissed off. One of her idols had underestimated her in public and she didn't understand why. Lewis seemed to be kind and good, she hadn't had the luck –or, now, misfortune– to talk to him yet but still the champion never failed to give her a smile when their eyes met. Was it all for appearances?.

She clenched her jaw, feeling how the tears of rage and frustration began to accumulate in her eyes, pushing against each other eagerly to slide down her cheeks. She swallowed and let her knees give way, causing her back to slide against the door until she was sitting on the floor.

It wasn't the first time they talked bad about her, it wasn't the first time someone was condescending towards her but damn, when he was one of the people you admire most in the world, it definitely hurt more than anything.

The sound of a notification rang from her pocket, she wanted to ignore it but she knew that it was most likely Charles looking for her to eat. Swallowing her tears, she took the phone out of her pocket and looked at the time, there were less than two hours left until the race, she had to go eat.

A single notification occupied the screen confirming her suspicions upon seeing the Monegasque's name.

She smiled though her smile warped into a pout as she felt a sob run down her throat. She suddenly felt worthless and that she didn't deserve anything that was happening to her. She closed her eyes tightly, smashing the palm of her hand against her mouth, trying to silence the sob. She wasn't going to cry, she didn't want to cry, she couldn't cry. She had to be strong.

“Ma belle?” She heard a knock on the door and then she could hear the boy's shy voice. She shook her head, she didn't want to be seen like that, much less for Charles to see her like that. My beautiful.

She stood up, leaving the phone on the floor and hurried to grab the box of clinex that she had in the television cabinet. She blew her nose and wiped her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt before walking to the door and bent down to pick up the phone, opening the camera app and looking at herself on the screen. She was more or less presentable.

"Bella, please," she heard him speak again, this time with a pleading tone “Can I come in?".

She took a breath in and out before faking a smile and opening the door, finding Nick, Elvira, and Charles behind it. The three of them were looking at her with concern.

“Well, are we going to eat or what?” She smiled wider before leaving the room and passing between them ready to head to Ferrari's cafeteria.

The three looked at each other and Nicholas let out a sigh, running a hand over his face before looking at the boy dressed in red. "Go to her, she won't want to talk to us."

The driver nodded before starting to run in the direction of the girl. When he was close to her he wrapped his hand around her wrist and pulled her up, making her stop. "Hey, what just happened there?".

"Nothing, I got angry, I calmed down and that's it" Charles frowned in denial when he saw her smile that could be seen for miles that was false, he was beginning to get annoyed with her "everything is fine" attitude.

“I was in my room when you arrived, you were going like the devil was chasing you. I also heard the door slam. Don't lie to me, Arabella” The false smile that was on her lips fell to the ground as soon as she heard him, she looked around them. Some of the staff watched them talk.

She gently released herself from his grasp. “It's not a good idea to talk here, Charles.”

"I don't give a shit," It surprised her because, to be honest, since she knew him she hadn’t seen him like this, much less heard him curse. He continued, "You can't throw a fit, worry everyone, worry me, and then act like nothing happened. That's not how things work, Arabella.”

She looked at him in silence, he was right but she wasn't going to give that to him. She didn't like to talk about her feelings, much less when they were bad ones.

Charles looked at her too, waiting for her to say something, anything. He wanted her to open up to him, to trust him with her feelings like she had done last night, she wanted him to know that he was there for her.

"See you on the podium," She then told him in a serious tone, after she turned around and disappeared.

SITTING in her car she felt like a king although the looks of the mechanics around her made her feel like she was a bomb about to explode. They looked at her, talked and even were cautious around her.

Apparently the word had spread..

She glued her gaze to the halo that surrounded her, the famous phrase "I feel the need, the need for speed" was printed in white letters. She clenched her jaw when she saw the cameras pointed in her direction, she knew that tomorrow people would be talking about her face.

Her tight jaw that highlighted her features and her intense gaze fixed on her halo would be something to talk about the next day. Some would say she looked attractive, other would would criticize her.

Fuck them.

Nicholas approached her with her helmet and the balaclava in her hands. He held them out to her and she took them. She looked at her helmet and with her index finger caressed the black 9 that stood out among the red and white.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw how the six foot man squatted next to her car to get a better look at her. "Good luck, speed. We are with you.”

The smallest smile of hers was present at her nickname and she raised her gloved hand formed into a fist, soon she felt the man's fist collide with hers.

“Arabella, you're out in five!” She heard someone shout and nodded, putting on her balaclava, someone helped her put on her hans and her helmet. She closed her eyes as she quickly crossed herself.

She pursed her lips thinking about her family. It had only been twenty minutes since she had called her mother to talk to them and say her goodbyes, something she always did before a race since she had that accident. She said goodbye to them in case she didn't leave the track alive, her parents weren't happy about it but she needed it, she needed to tell them that she loved them just in case she couldn't tell them again in person.

She watched as Charles' car pulled out of his garage as the lead car passed in front of them. She felt a small sting in her chest, she pressed her lips together knowing well that it was her fault. They hadn't spoken again since their "argument", they hadn't even eaten together like they had talked about in the morning.

She felt bad for pushing him away but she couldn't help it, she was like that despite herself.

Her jaw clenched again when she saw the black and white car pass by. She was going to win or at least get on the podium so she could shut up the Brit. She was willing to make her life in that race hell. She was going to make him fight for first place.

She watched as the flag in front of her lowered and hurriedly stepped on the accelerator to leave the garage. She followed Bottas being followed by Verstappen.

She took a deep breath, tightening her grip on the steering wheel. Well, here we go.

“Arabella?” She heard Alexander's voice on the radio “Can you hear me?”.

"I hear you," she replied without taking her eyes off the end of Valtteri's car.

She swallowed and lowered the visor of her helmet. The silence embraced her completely, the only thing she could hear was her own breathing. And then every red light turned green in a blink.

Lights out and away we go!

She tried to overtake Bottas but the Red Bull driver tried the same with her. She clicked her tongue when she felt the Dutchman's car pull up to hers.

"Get him off or you'll crash." She heard the man in her ears and she opened her eyes obviously, she wanted to respond with a sarcastic comment but knowing that the communication was being recorded she decided to remain silent.

“Copy” she tried to get away from him but in less than a second Verstappen was already next to her again. She cursed under her breath.

It seems that Verstappen is not making it easy for Torres.

“Not today, Max. Not today, damn it”.

“Carlos is trying to pass, take advantage of it and pass Verstappen” she nodded to herself and prepared to accelerate, she watched as Carlos made space to the left of the Red Bull car, causing the three cars to be stuck together, covering the entire road. When on the 33rd she saw that Sainz was trying to pass, she stuck to him, leaving Arabella alone, she pressed the accelerator and drove away from them “Very good, Bella!”.

She quickly passed Bottas. Her eyes fell on the other Mercedes not far from her Ferrari. Her right corner rose and she tilted her chin down decisively.

And Arabella passes Valtteri, thus remaining in P4. Will she get through to Hamilton?

She suddenly began to lose control of her car making her panic “I'm losing control!”

She felt how the car spun around on itself “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

She turned the wheel trying to get the car back on track, praying that neither Verstappen nor Sainz would approach her and take her in front of her.

She wasn't ready to die.

She's losing control! Verstappen approaches her with Grosjean close, that could end very badly.

She tightened her grip on the steering wheel and, swerving, managed to turn around and get the vehicle back on track. She sighed, her eyes so wide it seemed like they were going to pop out of it's sockets.

"Arabella, are you okay?!" She heard several voices coming from the radio, she distinguished Alexander's and Mattias's, she also thought she heard Nick in the distance.

"I'm fine," she confirmed and the sea of red polo shirts sighed with relief in the Ferrari garage. "I'm going to overtake Magnussen."

"Copy"

While she was losing control of the car, Hamilton had managed to pass the Haas driver and was now trying to pass the other Ferrari in the lead.

She approached the black and gold car applying a tactic similar to the one the Dutchman had applied with her, approaching from his left on the curve trying to intimidate him.

"Press as much as you can" she heard commotion from Alexander's side and frowned.

"What's happening?."

"It's Charles." Her heart skipped a beat and she immediately thought the worst. Worry filled her body.

"What happened to him? Is he okay?"

"He had a problem and he had to box, he will be out in a second. It's okay, don't worry, you keep going like this and we'll see if we can get you up to p2" he tried to distract her from the topic of her teammate.

"He doesn't get tired," she warned and the man nodded, watching her car from her screen.

"Keep pushing, you're going to pass through the pit exit in no time. Take advantage of the fact that Charles is going out and pass him."

"Okay"

She followed the instructions given to her and continued alongside the Haas car until they passed the pit exit. She calmed down when she saw the other Ferrari approaching to enter the track again.

Between the two red cars they caged the danish and Arabella took the opportunity to overtake. With her right hand she greeted her teammate, earning a return greeting before losing sight of him.

They quickly left the black car behind and were left alone, looking for Lewis.

And the two Ferraris are going wheel to wheel after Leclerc's problem! They are fighting for p2, what a show Ferrari is giving us today! .

She smiled competitively and accelerated trying to overtake her teammate but he also overtook although he couldn't overtake too much because apparently the problem he had had before had taken its toll on the car and it was difficult for him to do the overtake.

"P2 Arabella, you're up on the podium!" She heard the British man's shout and laughed in disbelief. Had the race already finished?.

"Good job, guys," she congratulated those who were listening to her from the garage with a smile on her face. She parked the car in the second space and took a deep breath before getting out.

She heard the screams of the fans in the stands and soon saw a sea of red polo shirts approaching her with screams. She was turned around and she was enveloped in a hug, she immediately knew it was Charles as she felt another hoof rest against hers.

"You've done it!" She heard him say, "I'm very proud of you, ma belle."

She smiled under the helmet before feeling multiple hands touch her back, arms, and helmet.

She raised her visor and saw her staff. Someone helped her take off her hans and she quickly took off her helmet and balaclava. Her hair flew loose, freeing herself from the hair band that fell to the floor when she tore off her balaclava.

The shouts of the tifosi among the stands increased when she saw her face revealed and she once again felt like a king on top of the world.

Her ear-to-ear smile shivered as she watched the winner approach her. She looked at him suspiciously as she raised her hand in front of her body. Lewis gave him a small smile. “Congratulations, you did good.”

She raised an eyebrow, looking down at her hand and accepting it in hers.

[pixiesfz]

would you write a jessie fleming fic?

uhm OF COURSE I would (:

plot: After an awkward Christmas dinner Jessie takes her girlfriend y/n back to their home and helps her relax

warnings: sappy, mentions of infertility

"Yes thank you so much for having us today," you told your older sister who looked back behind your back to her children "Well my kids do love Jessie" She nodded as you looked behind to see your girlfriend kicking a soccer ball with your nephew.

Jessie saw your glance paused her and Daniels one on one and excused herself to walk to you and your sister.

"hey sorry he started kicking at me and I felt rude to not kick back" she apologized and your sister laughed "You're really good with kids" she pointed out and Jessie nodded and put her arm around your waist .

"Makes me think when you guys will have a kid?"

Your sister's words rang through your brain and you felt Jessie's arm around you tighten. "We've thought about it and we are just both so busy with football" you started "you're almost thirty guys, don't you want to be hot mums" your sister laughed and you dropped and nodded your head, begging that tears wouldn't fall out.

You wanted kids, Jessie knew you wanted kids and she wanted kids for you. But it couldn't happen. The doctor said you were infertile and it was the most heart breaking news of your life.

You had spent that week stuck in your bed, your pillows stained in tears, only coming out for training. Emma understood when you couldn't play the game that week.

Jessie rubbed your back up and down as you thought of a quick excuse to go "We promised the girls we would finally be on time for team bonding this week so we have to go" you told your sister before hugging her and waving goodbye to your nephew "Bye Daniel" you croaked out before leaving out the front door.

Jessie turned and watched you with a frown, her own eyes starting to water. "Is she okay?" Your sister asked Jessie and she nodded "The girls have just really been on our backs for the past few weeks but she'll be okay" Jessie told your sister with a stern face and soon followed you out the door and into the car.

She was heart broken when she saw you breaking down in the passenger seat, tears slowly falling down your cheeks and your hand on your lower belly.

She knew it was your dream to one day become a mother.

Jessie sat in the drivers seat and caressed your cheek "let's go home" she whispered and you nodded "please"

The drive home wasn't awkward but there were not many words thrown to one another, just the comfort of being in each other's space.

Jessie's hand was placed on your thigh and you had yours on top. Jessie looked at you as you looked outside the window.

She would do anything for you.

She loved you.

When you got home you sat on the couch and put your present of wine that your sister got you on the kitchen bench. You had calmed down enough to sit on the couch as Jessie disappeared to go to the study.

"babe?" she called out from the room "yeah" you called back to her "I've got something to show you" she said as she started walking back into the lounge where you were sat "what is it?" you asked before turning backwards.

You gasped as you saw the outline of the papers your girlfriend was holding, she must have been at this for a while.

"I think we should" she stated and you nodded your head.

After the doctors appointment you weren't sure what Jessie wanted, you didn't want to put anything she wasn't comfortable with in the air.

But she had beaten it to you.

Adoption papers.

"I've been researching the best places, places where they treat the kids right and then also reporting places where they don't" she laughed a little at the end "I've been on Facebook pages as a random person named Lily Warson, asking others who had adopted random questions"

"If you're not comfortable with this it is totally fine but seeing you today I knew I had to bring it up" she finished and you looked at her with a loving smile.

You had just fallen in love with her once again.

You nodded eagerly as she placed the papers down on a nearby table "yeah?" she questioned with a smile "yes Jessie" you confirmed as she hoped over the couch to be with you a smile plastered on her face.

"I love you Jessie" you stated "I love you too y/n" She smiled and you pulled her in for a kiss.

Passionate was a way you would describe it, you could taste the salt from the tears that you didn't even know were rolling down you cheeks when Jessie smiled into the kiss.

"I want to raise a child with you y/n"

"I couldn't ask for anyone better" you smiled.

[btsficsandsuch]

I might be a little Yoongi biased.

Anniversary Alone

You were sitting in the passenger seat of his car smoothing out the wrinkle in your skirt for what felt like the hundredth time. “Y/N just relax. Everything will be okay.”, your boyfriend spoke from the drivers seat. The two of you were in Daegu to visit Yoongi’s parents and also have a little weekend get away to celebrate your first anniversary. This was your first time meeting his parents so you were extra nervous. Yoongi never spoke much of them so you weren’t too sure what to expect. After a knock on the front door and a short wait Yoongi’s mom greeted you both and welcomed you in.

Lunch was going well. Yoongi’s mom questioned him about whether or not he was resting and eating well. His dad asked him how work was going. Usual parent talks. Things took a turn when Yoongi’s mom cleared her throat, “So son, when do you plan on starting to date. I mean I’m not getting any younger and I’d really like some grandchildren.” To say you were confused was an understatement. He was dating. He was dating you and you were sitting right there. Was his mom confused? Did Yoongi not tell them about you? Your mind was going a million miles a minute waiting for Yoongi to say something.

Finally he spoke up, “You know I’m busy mom. I just don’t have time for a relationship right now.” You tried your hardest to stop the tears threatening to fall. You didn’t understand. You thought you were in a relationship with Yoongi for the last year but apparently not. Why would he lie? His mom continued, “I know and that’s why I did half the work for you and found a girl for you to take on a date. Her name is Jae. Your father and I have known her parents for years. I think you’ll really like her. She wants to be an idol too so you have a lot in common.”

You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you. Your boyfriend’s mother just set him up on a blind date right in front of you. You sat there waiting. Waiting for Yoongi to speak up and decline the offer. He had to decline it because his girlfriend was already sitting right next to him and he had plans to celebrate their one year anniversary that evening. You kept waiting and waiting, but you never heard him say toy. You saw him nod his head yes and whisper a soft okay breaking your heart.

The rest of the lunch was awkward to say the least. You were no longer hungry and you were just focused on not breaking down. Yoongi knew you were upset and wanted nothing more to hug you and apologize and explain.

A little more time passed before it was finally time to leave. You all said your goodbyes and Yoongi’s mom once again reminded him about his date that evening, like a final dagger to the heart. The car ride back to the hotel was silent. Yoongi tried to rest his hand on your thigh several times but you quickly shoved him off of you each time.

Once in the room you couldn’t hold the tears any longer and immediately locked yourself in the bathroom. Yoongi kept knocking on the door, “Y/N please come out and let me explain.”

“Explain what Yoongi. How you just let your mom set you up on a blind date right in front of me? Or how you haven’t told your parents you’ve had a girlfriend for the last year? I mean who did they think I was?” You tried to keep your sobs to a minimum not wanting him to know how upset you relent were.

You could hear him sigh from the other side of the door, “Y/N it’s really complicated. I was trying to protect you. My parents can be a bit harsh and I wasn’t sure how’d they react to me dating you. I didn’t want them to say anything

to hurt you so I told them that you were a member of the staff that was coming along with me to help make sure I continued to meet work deadlines. I didn’t know about the date. I promise.”

You couldn’t help but scoff, “Oh so you’re embarrassed of me. Is it because im foreigner or because I’m not a famous idol like you? I mean why are you even with me if you can’t tell your parents about us?” Yoongi began to plead, “No Y/N I’m not embarrassed at all. I love you so much. You’re my everything. I thought I was doing the right thing but I made a mistake.”

Slowly you cracked open the door peeking around to see your boyfriend leaning up against the wall, his hair disheveled from him pulling at it in distress. His eyes were red from the tears threatening to spill. “Then why didn’t you tell them the truth when your mom brought up the date? Why did you agree to go?”, you questioned.

Yoongi looked up seeing you in the doorway. He pulled you into a hug, “I don’t know Y/N. I really don’t. I panicked. I feel like all I’ve ever done is let them down and went against what they wanted. I just didn’t know what to say.” You stayed in his embrace for a few moments thinking through your options. Finally you pushed him off of you looking up to meet his gaze. In a whisper you responded, “You better leave now. You don’t want to be late for your date.” With that you walked back in the bathroom locking the door behind you.

You’d hoped that he would bang on the door and tell you that he’s not going. That he’s spending the evening with you and you two will celebrate your anniversary as planned. When you heard the room door open and click shut shut seconds later, your tears started flowing again. He had actually left. He was spending your anniversary on a date with another woman that he hadn’t even met yet.

You decided the take a hot shower to try and calm down. When you were cleaned and changed you laid in bed. All you could think about was how your boyfriend was out on a date with another woman. He was making small talk, laughing at her little jokes, telling her how beautiful she looked. He’d pay for the dinner and then grab her hand and take her for a long walk through the park just talking about anything and everything. All things he was supposed to be doing with you. But instead you were alone and stuck in this hotel room in an unfamiliar city feeling sorry for yourself.

After about an hour you decided that you weren’t going to spend another night there. You had no reason too. Your boyfriend clearly didn’t care and even though you were supposed to meet his parents for breakfast the next day you knew they’d be happier if you were gone. They probably saw you as a threat to their plan to get Yoongi a girlfriend. You quickly packed all of your belongings so you could get out of there before he got back.

While putting the last of your clothing back into your bag you saw the gift you had brought to give to Yoongi. A beautiful watch he had been eyeing for a while. Along with that there was a hand written letter detailing everything you loved about him. Feeling like such a fool you came close to tearing up the letter. He didn’t deserve to read those words. But staring at the envelope you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. No matter how bad he hurt you everything in that letter was true to you at one time. You decide to leave the gift along with the envelope sitting on the table in the corner of the room along with a new note written on a piece of hotel stationery,

“Yoongi, by the time you get back from your date and read this I’ll be halfway to Seoul. Don’t worry I’ll have all of my things out of the apartment before you get back on Monday. I’m sure your new girlfriend will probably want to move her things in soon. Oh and happy first anniversary. Too bad there won’t be a second.

Love, Y/N”

With that you grabbed your bag and headed for the train station. You wanted to catch the soonest train back home.

Yoongi was miserable. All he could think about was you sitting alone in the hotel room on your anniversary while he was stuck on this date pretending to care about anything this girl was saying. “Yoongi are you even listening to me?”, she asked. He came back to the present and apologized, “Sorry, I have a lot on my mind.” She rolled her eyes, “Anyways, do you think you could put in a good word for me at the company? My audition is in a couple weeks and I’d love to make a good impression.” Yoongi sighed, “Did you only want to go on this date with me so that I could try and get you in as an idol?” Jae laughed, “Well yeah I thought I made that clear. I don’t have any time for dating right now. I want to further my career.”

Yoongi was quick to stand up knowing this was his chance out. He placed some money down on the table to cover their dinners and handed Jae a card with the number to one of the recruiters on it, “Here call this number and tell them that Yoongi recommends you as a trainee.” With that he ran out of the restaurant and rushed back to the hotel hoping to find you laying in bed so he can make it up to you and tell you how much he loves you and how much he needs you and how much of an idiot he is.

Yoongi barged into the hotel room and immediately noticed you and all of your things were gone. His hope that maybe you were just out to grab dinner was lost when he noticed your note sitting on the table. He was experiencing a mix of sadness, guilt, and anger with himself. These feelings only got worse when he saw the envelope. He name written in cursive surrounded by little hearts. With shaky hands he opened the envelope and pulled out the letter he began to read,

“Yoongi, Can you believe it’s been a whole year already? Time really has gone by so fast. I guess that will happen when you spend every day feeling the love that only comes along once in a lifetime. I really don’t know how I would’ve gotten through this past year without you by my side. I never knew how badly I needed your late night cuddle sessions or your kisses when you think no one is looking. How I look forward to your words of comfort or how you put my bathrobe in the dryer before my showers so that it can be nice and warm when I get out. You truly are the love of my life and I can’t wait to celebrate many more anniversaries with you. I love you.

Yours forever, Y/N”

Yoongi sat there clutching the now tear stained letter. He couldn’t believe that he let his fears once again get in the way and ruin everything. He knew he had to make it right. He had to at least try. Shoving all his belongings into his bag he grabbed the car keys and headed out the door.

Dropping your bag by the door and taking off your shoes you were happy to finally be home. That was until you remembered that you had to pack all of your stuff and find somewhere else to live before Yoongi got home. Luckily he wouldn’t be home for another day so you decided to just get changed into some comfy clothes and get in bed.

A few hours later after you drifted in and out of sleep you heard the front door slam shut followed by lots of shuffling. Immediate panic set in. You were home alone and someone had broken into the house was the first thought that came to your mind. The fear got worse when you heard someone running down the hall to your bedroom. You jumped out of bed and grabbed the nearest item you could find to use as a weapon when the door swung open and a disheveled, exhausted Yoongi appeared. Relieved it was only him you still used your weapon of choice to lightly smack him on his good shoulder,

“What the hell Yoongi! You scared me half to death. I thought someone had broken into the house.” He engulfed you a hug squeezing you so tight you could barely breathe, “I’m so sorry Y/N, for everything. Please don’t leave me. I thought I was protecting you by what I did but I never thought it would end up like this. I love you so much and I don’t know what I’d do without you. This has been the best year of my life and for the first time I’m truly happy and that’s because of you. No other girl on this planet could even compare to you.”

You stood there just taking in his scent for a few moments before remembering what happened, “What happened to your date?” Not letting up on his grip he mumbled into your hair, “She only wanted to go on a date with me so I could put in a good word for her at the company and increase her debut chances. I gave her a card for one of the recruiters and got out of there.”

You only nodded, unsure what to say. Yoongi finally released his grip around you and pulled you to sit next to him on the bed. “Okay and what about your breakfast with your parents tomorrow? What are you going to tell them?”, you asked. He ran his hand through his hair trying to find the words, “I already called them and explained everything. I told them that we had been dating for the last year and that I loved you and didn’t care what they thought.” You bit your lip trying stop the smile starting to form. “What did they say?”, you asked. He let out a smirk, “They were pretty mad. Not only because I woke them up in the middle of the night but they were also pretty mad that I hurt you like that. My mom said you seemed like such a sweet girl. She was going to try and set you up with one of my cousins.” You could see the jealousy form in his face, “I told her she needs to stop trying to play matchmaker.” You both couldn’t help but giggle. “She also wants us to come back for another dinner so that they can get to know you properly.”, he smiled at the thought.

You pulled his hand onto your lap, “Look Yoongi I’m not saying I’m completely forgiving you right away. That was pretty low of you to do, especially on our anniversary, but I think with some time and lots of hugs and kisses I could forgive and move past this. You’ll have to earn it though.”

“Well I better get started on that forgiveness then shouldn’t I.”, he smirked while pushing you back on the bed peppering you with kisses.

[lukall705]

Young Love [chapter 1]

This is a chuuya x reader x dazai fanfic! yay>_<

Btw Y/N is afab Non-binary and uses They/them

Also Finnish Y/N 😼

I suck at writing fanfics but i'm trying best and if you wanna read the chapers i've made so far then they are on my wattpad:D

https://www.wattpad.com/user/Luka_LL

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~Y/N POV:~

Finally, after 13 long hours i'm finally in Japan to start my new life! it feels so good to finally get to start a new life away from my family and old friends or more like classmates since i can't think of any of them as friends anymore.

As i step out of the airport i sit down on a bench outside and call for a taxi to come and get me. as i wait for my taxi, i scroll through old pictures of me and my classmates, "..why can't i just be happy like i was back then..?" i mumble to myself.

after about 20 minutes the taxi comes and i go inside it.

"To (college name) please" i say in Japanese to the taxi driver and he starts driving.

while on the way i admirer the city of Yokohama.

"are you a foreigner?" the taxi driver asks me "ah, yes i am" i answer him "this is actually my first time traveling outside of Europa" i say.

"are you European?" the taxi driver asks me "yeah, i'm from Finland"(or whatever country your from) i answer him, and the driver only nods and keeps driving me.

When we get to the college i thank him and pay "bye have a good day!" the driver says before driving of.

"..i'm all on my own now.." i mumble to myself again as i start walking inside the building. while i walk to the principles office i see some people whispering to each other and i'm guessing they are talking about how i look so different from them, it wouldn't be the first time.

while in my thoughts i accidentally bump into someone "oh sorry.." i say, and hear the person huff "whatever" they say and walk way. 'what the fuck did i do' i think to myself. i watch as the ginger haired boy walks over to some other boy with brunet hair thats much taller then him 'that must be his friend or something' i think to myself again.

when i get to the principles office i knock on the door and wait.

"come in!" i hear a woman say from the inside.

"You must be Y/N! am i right?" she asks in a happy voice "uh.. yeah i am" i say back "you must be nervous" she says to me in a calm voice while i keep quiet "theres no need to worry, you'll fit in just fine" she says. 'yeah right, there were just some students back talking me, and i made someone mad, i'm defiantly gonna fit in' i think to myself "..okay.." i say

After she tells me about all of my classes she gives me the keys to my dorm "just know you're gonna have two room mates!" she says as i leave the room.

'Room number 567? that means its on the 5th floor..' i think to myself and start walking to the elevator.

theres a note on the elevator door that says 'out of order' 'great, just my lucky day' i think and start walking up the stairs.

once at the top i start panting a lot "jeez.. that was harder then i thought.." i say to myself.

"543.. 544.. 545.." i look at all of the doors trying to find my own. "here it is!" i say while i start to unlock the door.

"DAZAI WHERE THE FUCK IS MY HAIR BRUSH!?!?" is the first thing i hear when i open the door 'oh lord' "calm down dear, its just a hair brush" says the same brunet from earlier while getting choked by the ginger 'what did i just walk in on' "this is kinda kinky not gonna lie-" the brunet says before the ginger lets go of him. "perv.." mumbles the ginger before he sees me.

"who the fuck are you?" he asks and i freeze "oh! i think thats our new room mate chuuya!" the brunet says excitedly "oh yeah, we were getting a new room mate, thats why we had to clean the guest room" the ginger says in a bit calmer voice now.

i study the boys features carefully.. they are quite pretty both of them, the brunet boy has bandages covering his arm, legs and neck, weird.. the ginger boy has some cute freckles covering his face and one blue and one brown eye. 

"you just gonna stand there like an idiot or introduce yourself to us?" the ginger asks in an annoyed tone. 

"a-ah! i-i'm Y/N..!" 'FUCK WHY DID I HAVE TO START STUTTERING RIGHT NOW!?' i think while dying inside.

"i'm guessing you aren't from Japan, right?" the brunet asks.

"..yeah.. i'm Finnish.." i say.

"i can tell" the ginger says.

'what the fuck is that supposed to mean!?' 

"chuuya, i'm pretty sure thats offensive to say" the brunet says. "HUH!?" the ginger seems shocked. 

"by the way i'm Dazai Osamu" the brunet says " and this here is my boyfriend, Chuuya Nakahara!" he say happily. 

"you shouldn't say that we are boyfriends to them! what if they are homophobic, dumbass!?" Chuuya say in a more irritated voice.

"..its fine.. i'm also a part of the community.." i say an they just look at me. i start to feel pretty weird and think that they are jugging me. i feel like i want to cry but i hold it in as to not make a fool out of myself.

"follow me and i'll show you your room!" Dazai says happily and grabs my hand. i flinch a bit at the contact but don't do anything to not seem like a bother.

"heres your new room!" he says and pushes me into the room closing the door 'finally he left me alone,..' i think while looking around the room, its quite big, probably bigger then my old room back.. home.. i feel sad thinking about my "home".. it never really felt like a home or a safe place for me.. all i can remember are bad times from when my parents yelled at me and said they were gonna hit me.

i wipe a tear that was running down my cheek and start unpacking my stuff.

"..this is gonna be a long night.." i sigh.

(authors note: i'll try to update this as much as i can since i'm busy with school stuff:) there might be a bit of smut in the next chapter;

Please don't steal this (nobody is gonna do that anyway) and i won't post the next chapter for a while so just read it on my wattpad. it might take me like months to post more chapters since i might forget lol) 

[hischierswhore]

drunk calls

pairing: Christian Pulisic x Reader

TW: mentions of alcohol // drinking // mentions of a breakup

Your break up with Christian, your boyfriend of 2 years, definitely took a toll on you. You isolated yourself from the outside world, preferring to stay in the comfort of your home, not wanting to risk being hurt again. You found yourself thinking about him, even after a month. In fact, you've only been able to think about him since the moment he walked out the front door of your apartment.

And that brings us here: you're sitting in bed, staring blankly at your laptop as your mind drifts back to when you last saw his gorgeous smile...and wondering how in the hell things got so screwed up between the two of you.

When did everything go wrong? How could it be possible for you and the love of your life to become nothing more than strangers after everything you'd been through together?

As you think, the clock ticks away over on the wall, reminding you that it is now almost 2 am. What was supposed to have been an easy evening at home with just a little bit of internet browsing turned into hours spent dwelling on what went wrong between the pair of you.

-

"Y/n, I'm telling you. You need to go out and stop torturing yourself" your friend Sadie says in exasperation as she sits down beside you on your sofa.

"I know it hurts, but you can't live like this forever" For a moment, you let out a pitiful groan, burying your head in your hands, causing your friend to put her arm around you, giving you a comforting hug.

"It just doesn't make any sense. We loved each other" You say as you lift your head to stare directly at your closest confidant, needing to see her face for some sort of reassurance.

"I know you loved him, but he broke your heart, Y/n. There's no going back from that" She replies with her own personal version of sympathy, leaning in closer to whisper in your ear.

"How about we go out tonight?" She suggests quietly, resting her chin upon your shoulder. Her suggestion makes sense; you don't want to sit alone at home while you replay the whole situation again and again in your head.

"We can find a club, get drunk, dance all night long..." She starts, but you don't let her finish her sentence before you're nodding your head in agreement. The very thought of doing something as pointless as drinking until you feel numb seems strangely appealing right now.

"Great idea, come on, lets go!" You both stand up from your seats, making your way to your bedroom to get dressed.

-

As you and Sadie entered the club, you both made a beeline for the bar. Tonight would be a good night to start getting drunk. If you were honest with yourself, you just wanted to forget all about Christian and drown your sorrows in alcohol.

At least, that's what you hoped.

You took your first sip of a dark red wine, savouring the taste and feeling it run smoothly down your throat, before taking another sip. Sadie drank two glasses of wine before calling it a night, stating that she was the designated driver for the pair of you. You, on the other hand, decided to push the envelope a little more, ordering 2 more drinks at the bar, downing them almost immediately.

You couldn't remember the last time you felt this free, having gotten completely hammered on just 3 drinks. At times, the lights seemed to turn on their side, spinning dizzyingly as they circled the room, accompanied by flashing colors of purple, orange and green.

The rest of the night was a blur. You vaguely remember Sadie telling you that she was leaving to go hookup with some dude she met at the bar, abandoning you at the club, drunk and alone.

After another hour, you decided you wanted to leave, so you turned on your phone and scrolled through your contacts and tapped on the one you were most used to calling.

Christian.

"Pick up pick up pick up" You drunkenly mumbled to yourself.

"Y/n???"

"Oh my god, heyyyy. Your voice is like, really hot right now"

"Y/n... you sound drunk...where are you?"

"What do you mean where am I? I'm at a club with Sadie. Duh." You mumbled, before taking a deep breath.

"Well, Sadie left to go get some, but I'm still here. You know, enjoying the vibes" Your speech was slurring as you spoke.

"Y/n, I know you're probably drunk off your ass right now, but please stay right where you are. I'm coming to get you" You sat in silence for a few seconds before realizing he had actually hung up.

-

Less than 5 minutes later, Christian had arrived at the club. He only knew which club you were at because that was the only club you liked going to. He jumped out of his car and raced inside to find you. As he cut through the crowds, he saw you sitting on one of the leather couches. He let out a breath of relief as he approached you.

"Hey sweetheart" His warm voice pulled you from your thoughts of the different colors you saw floating throughout the club. It felt as though you had sobered up almost instantaneously just by hearing his voice.

He pulled you up gently, placing his hands under your armpits and supporting your weight against his chest, carrying you out of the building. As he stepped outside onto the sidewalk, he placed you into the passenger seat. He sat behind the wheel of the car, glancing over at you before beginning his drive.

"Drink this. It'll help" He handed you a bottle of water to help you sober up.

"So what exactly were you doing at a club with Sadie?" He cleared his throat before speaking, leaning forward slightly in his seat to gaze through the windshield.

"Trying to forget" you replied honestly, keeping your eyes focused ahead of you while slowly drinking the water bottle. Christian quickly glanced at you as you answered.

"What were you trying to forget about?" He questioned.

"That's a stupid question" You retorted dryly before you looked at him, unable to read his expression due to your current state.

"You... and us..." You whispered, feeling sorry for yourself. A frown appeared on Christian's lips as he listened to your confession.

"Why did you want to forget about us?"

"Because it hurts too much to think about what we had and then it all suddenly got taken away from me" You buried your head deeper into your lap, wishing you hadn't spoken up. He inhaled deeply through his nose, letting out a shaky exhale before speaking again.

"I don't know why I did it" He added. He heard you sniffle loudly, so he reached over to squeeze your hand reassuringly.

"I know you may hate me, but I do love you. I don't want you to feel like it was anything you did. It was all my fault" He continued softly.

"You don't need to carry around guilt for things that weren't your fault. Don't punish yourself for my stupidity" You nodded, gazing out of the window instead of looking at him. He sighed, rolling his shoulders as he kept his eyes fixed on the road ahead. You had never been so close to tears.

"I hope you know that I don't hate you" You finally found yourself speaking up, your voice shakier than ever. Christian turned his head to face you.

"I couldn't possibly hate you, Chris. I love you too much to do that" You whispered before turning to meet his eyes. He smiled sadly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you towards him.

-

Once he had driven to your house, he helped guide you out of the car and up to your front door. You handed him the key, allowing Christian to turn the lock and open the door before guiding you inside. He led you upstairs, opening your bedroom door and leading you to your bed.

"I'll go grab you some make-up wipes. You just uh... stay here and get changed into something comfy" He whispered as he disappeared into your bathroom.

While he was gone, you took advantage of the opportunity and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a random hoodie. Moments later, Christian walks back in with a pack of wipes in hand. He freezes as the sight of you.

"Is that my hoodie?" His question causes you to look down and take a look at what you were wearing. It was indeed his hoodie.

"Oh, yeah I guess it is. Do you want it back-" You asked but were cut off mid-sentence.

"No, keep it. It looks better on you anyways" He gave you a soft smile before removing one makeup wipe from the package and wiping it across your face.

"Thank you" You murmured as you watched him put away the unused ones. An awkward tension filled the room as you both sat in silence.

"Did you really mean it? When you said you still love me?" You questioned the man in front of you.

"I wouldn't lie about that, Y/n. I don't think I'll ever love anyone as much as I love you. Even though I'm an absolute idiot, I want to make us work" He admitted.

"Then how about we give it another try?" You stated firmly.

"I'd really like that" He smiled at you, before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead as he made his way to the exit.

"Chris" You shouted in attempt to grab his attention. He turned around at the mention of his name.

"Stay with me, please" You gave him a look and he knew he wouldn't be able to say no to you. Having already been in a pair of sweatpants, Christian slid into bed next to you, initially keeping himself at a far enough distance to not make you uncomfortable, but you pulled him closer to you anyways.

You laid in his arms as you began to feel yourself fall into a deep slumber, his hands slowly rubbing your back.

"I love you, princess" was all that could be heard as you were finally fell asleep in Christian's arms once again.

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I have a request for rafe!!

basically reader was in a toxic relationship before rafe and still don’t know how to act bc he’s good to her?? like she asks if he’s ok with her clothes and if she can use one specifically bikini … rafe just notice theses things and ask her why she always do that and if he did something for her to feel that way and she tells him everything ( english is not my first language so I’m sorry if it’s confusing)

Omgg!! Thank you so much for this request i love your idea and i hope i can capture it in my writing how you imagined it!! (also your English is really good, don’t worry <3)

Forhead kisses

W rafe cameron

Series- outer banks

Warnings- talks about a previous toxic relationship, kissing, swearing, mentions of fighting.

Summary- request ❤️

Phone call-

Rafe-“Hey gorgeous im outside, are you ready?”

Y/n-“Um- no not really im so sorry, could you come in please i need to ask you something?”

Rafe- “Don’t apologise hun, ill be up in a second”

Y/n- “Thank you rafe- ill see you in a sec”

Rafe stopped the engine on his jeep and stepped out going towards my house, walking up the brick steps. He let himself in as my parents weren’t in and came straight up to my room where i was waiting for him.

“Morning gorgeous” he smiled pushing the door open and walking over to me. “Hey handsome” i smiled brightly feeling Rafe embrace me in his arms, he placed a soft kiss on the top of my forehead. I loved when he did that, i felt so safe. “What did you need to ask me” he wondered taking a place on my bed hugging one of my pillows, while watching over at me standing in front of the mirror.

“Can i wear this today like- like what do you think of this- is it okay?” I stuttered awkwardly, turning my body towards him. “You look amazing hun like always, you can wear whatever you feel comfortable in” rafe gave up a simple smile. He was so cute. “Really? -I really like this bikini I brought it last year but i haven’t worn it yet” “i like it, red suits you”.

“Thank you- let me grab some shorts and then we can get a move on” i smiled feeling all warm inside. Rafe did that to me. I collected my things for the beach and we left the house getting into the car. Rafe opened the car door for me, my stomach felt like butterflies were fluttering around in a frenzy anytime rafe did something like that for me. It was just so thoughtful, I wasn’t used to the princess treatment.

“I also wanted to apologise for not texting you back last night” i looked over at him sitting in the drivers seat he was concentrating hard on the roads. “You’ve already done that hun, its okay you were with family i get it” “so you wasn’t angry I didn’t text you all night?” I questioned biting my lip. “Well i missed you but of course not, you were busy your allowed to have a life” rafe moved his hand to my thigh rubbing it softly with his thumb.

“Rafe” i voiced lowly after he’d finished parking up the car, he looked over at me staring into my eyes. “I love you” i placed my hand on top of his. “I love you too” he smiled across to me moving over to kiss my forehead again. There were them damn butterflies again.

Seems my parents were away with family today therefore me and rafe had planned to spend it together by going to the beach first and then out on a date when it got dark. The whole thing was Rafe’s idea I would have just suggested watching films all day in my bed. He got out the car picking up both our bags on the way. Then we made our way down to the sand. We laid our towels down leaving our stuff there and spontaneously ran into the big blue sea splashing about with each other like children.

“Oh my god Rafe! i cant believe you just soaked my hair like that” i giggled splashing him back with all my force. “You splashed me first” he laughed swimming towards me, i swam away best I could in fits of laughter but of course the boy caught me pulling me towards him. My legs wrapped around his waist and my arms, his neck. “Got you” he whispered pecking me on the lips. “Hm, im okay with it” i shrugged leaning in to kiss him softly.

One of his hands was fastened to my waist while the other move to my cheek. “So, where do you want to eat later?” Rafe smiled pulling away to ask his question. “We don’t have to go out if its too much hassle we can get a takeaway, your staying around anyway” “making you happy isnt a hassle y/n, besides i want to take you out”. I smiled an involuntary smile, i couldn’t help it he just made me feel so content.

“I was thinking the high cotton in Charleston, i’ll drive” “thats fancy” I smirked raising an eyebrow. “Have you been?” “no but my parents went for their anniversary, apparently its hard to get a reservation” “Not if your friends with the owner” rafe winked making me chuckle. “Sounds perfect, i cant wait” “me too, cant wait to see your outfit” Rafe wiggled his eyebrows at me.

My heart dropped. Shit what was i going to wear. It was a fancy restaurant so I couldn’t be under dressed and i had to look sensible too. I had to cover up a bit so I looked modest but i wanted to look good too. And rafe has to like the outfit obviously, he had to approve first.

“Come on, lets go get dry so we can pick up an ice cream” rafe nodded at the shore. “Only if i can choose the place” I bargained with him. “What ever you want beautiful” rafe told me shrugging.

Later on that evening-

“Y/n, hun are you alright you’ve been in there for like half an hour” rafe knocked on my walk-in wardrobe door. “Um- yeah, two seconds” i called out to my boyfriend while looking in my mirror fluffing my hair out over my shoulders. I opened the door, Rafe was standing at my dresser wearing a suit, he turned around to look at me. His eyes automatically widened.

“Can i wear this dress? Does it look okay” “sit down gorgeous” rafe nodded at the bed, my heart dropped with fear but still i did as he said. Rafe wondered over, perching next to me. “You look stunning, your perfect everything about you is” rafe told me looking into my eyes.

“Be honest, h- have i done something to make you think your not?” He asked me softly “what! No rafe- not at all you treat my like im an actual princess” i smiled weakly knowing what was coming.

“You can wear what ever you want, you know that right? You don’t have to get my permission i would never tell you that you cant- ill never be angry if you don’t text be because your busy” rafe took my hand rubbing his soft thumb across it. “Its not you rafe-its me” i looked up at him with tears in my eyes.

“Whatever’s bothering you, you can talk to me I’ll always listen to you, i love you y/n” “I want to tell you- but im so scared you’ll think im being stupid” “stupid would be the last thing id associate you with” he shook his head vigorously.

“Before you- before i even knew you i was dating this guy, he was like the complete opposite of you he was mean and selfish and he didn’t trust me and i was so blind to it all back then” i half laughed while wiping a tear away. “He would tell me I couldn’t wear things like- um the red bikini i wore today because I looked too fat or- or he’d get piss at me if other boys looked at me, or if I didn’t text him back, when he got angry he would just- degrade me”

“He called me stupid and ugly and shallow- and other awful words rafe and i still stayed with him because i was so fucking blind even though it hurt me every time. I didn’t think i was really effected after we broke up but when i got into a relationship with you i didn’t know how to act, i just became scared that I wasn’t good enough i just wanted to make sure that you were happy because I can’t lose you and I couldn’t go through that again” i ranted completely crying my eyes out now. Rafe opened his mouth but I needed to say one more thing.

“I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to think i was comparing you to him because im not I promise, i think i just have some major trauma” i laughed at the end to help myself feel better.

Out of nowhere rafe leaned in to hug me. And i just broke down even more, crying on his broadshoulder. “Im so sorry you went through that” he whispered in my ear, his hand held my head safely in his shoulder. “You don’t deserve that y/n your beautiful and your body is perfect, you light up any room you walk into and if he couldn’t see all of that in you then he didn’t deserve you” rafe told me.

My crying slowly came to a stop and i dried my eyes looking back at his face now. “You don’t need to be sorry rafe” i shook my head. “You make me feel special every day, you make me feel loved and like im enough, you make me feel happy but most of all you make me feel safe” i raised my hand to his face.

“I mean i didn’t even know what a forehead kiss was until i met you- there my favourite” i confessed laughing quietly. “Its not your fault you know that right, some people just aren’t brought up right- how someone could do that to someone as bright as you i don’t understand” he told me softly.

“Your feeling are valid and i will help you get over this because you are enough y/n. And i will never ever treat you like that, whatever happens” rafe shook his head “i love you rafe, so much” “i love you too y/n, so much” he smiled pulling me close to kiss my forehead. He knew now.

“What was his name” rafe asked me after a few seconds. “No rafe” i shook my head smirking, knowing exactly what he was getting at. “y/n what was his name” rafe asked me again seriously. “It doesn’t matter” “of course it matters he cant get away with talking to you like that, putting you through that toxicity”

“It doesn’t Because he’s my past and your my future i don’t want to remember him or anything that happened” “fine, you don’t have to tell me but if we run into him or if he sends you once little message even if he fucking likes your insta photo i will kick the shit out of him” rafe told me with closed fists and no hint of a joke. He wasn’t joking i knew he wasn’t. “Okay” i nodded rubbing his cheek trying to calm him down.

“Im so glad that weights lifted and we’ve spoken through it” “so am i hun, so am i” rafe held the hand that was on his face.

“Do you still want to go out? We can still get that take away” “no way I didn’t dress up this hot to just take it off again” i shook my head smirking standing up now. “Thats the spirit” rafe joined me standing now. “You sure your okay?” He checked once more.

“Of course i am im with you, im safe”.

[bts-hyperfixation]

Outside of the Fox

Chapter 35 of????

1779 words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

Last

Your phone starts to ring before you get a chance to climb into the driver's seat.

"Y/N, you shouldn't be here," Taehyung says, not wasting time on pleasantries.

He sounds exhausted. 

"You shouldn't be here either Tae, you should be at home in bed with me and the others." 

He sighs through the and the silhouette moves from the window.

"I'm coming to get you, wait there..."

You're not waiting for long before he comes jogging from the building's side gate. You expect him to take you in his arms like he would if you were at home, instead he kisses you on the cheek like you were a mere acquaintance. He looks around nervously as if checking for spies. 

"Walk quickly behind me and keep your head down," He says lowly.

You follow him briskly back into the house as he avoids all the open spaces in his own home with practised ease. Seeing this side of Tae, so serious and timid, is a complete juxtaposition to the man that you've come to know and love that it leaves you reeling. 

He doesn't stop moving until he is pulling you into a room that could only be his childhood bedroom. The walls are covered in a juvenile wallpaper pattern and there are paint and makeup stains in the carpet that only come from careless youth. You want to ask him about the secrecy but then his lips are on yours like he has been starved. 

He leaves you breathless as he pushes you back further into the room, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist.

"I've missed you so much," He whimpers against your lips.

"You saw me this morning," You point out. 

He puts a finger to your lips and shushes you.

"They can't know that you're here," He whispers.

"Why can't they, I thought they were your family?" You whisper back. 

He sighs dramatically and flops back onto the bed. You follow him, sitting gently at the end of the mattress. 

"Taehyung, what are we missing here, what don't I know?"

"This is a really long story Y/N... and it's so late. Can we just go to sleep and I'll tell you all of it tomorrow?"

"I told the others I was only going to the store..." You confess. 

"Well text them where you really are and then lie down with me,"

His obvious exhaustion leaves little room to argue with him, so you do as you are told. You send a quick text and receive a thumbs-up reply from Namjoon almost immediately then you toss your phone to the side and climb under the covers with Taehyung following closely behind. He curls up and reaches to pull you behind him turning you into the big spoon, protecting him from whatever it is in this house that is making him so scared. 

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The morning comes around too quickly it would seem. The pair of you are awoken by a loud bang on the door.

"Master Taehyung your lady friend needs to leave now." The grumpy butler from the night before calls through the door. "Your bride-to-be and her family shall be arriving at noon, and your father will be furious if he finds the poor girl here."

"Wait what?" You sit up, rubbing sleep from your eyes.

"Jessup probably just saw the car in the drive... I should've had you move it if I had been thinking straight." He shrugs pulling the cover back up over his shoulders

"Not that Tae," You yank the covers away from him "He said your /bride-to-be/" 

"Right... that." 

He sits up with his back against the pillows and does his best to manhandle you into his lap. He links your fingers, playing with each one as he launches into his life story. 

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Ever since he was a young cub his parents had had high expectations of him. Taehyung had never really played well into those expectations. It's not that he didn't try, it's just that they often set impossible goalposts, or at least Taehyung had thought they were impossible until his brother and sister had come along and managed to hit each one. He decided to give up sometime around puberty.

For a while his parents just let him carry on with his life, ignoring every cry for attention in favour of his siblings. Each time Tae was in trouble at school or with the law, they threw money at the problem until it (and he) went away. Eventually, after the third overnight jail stay, his parents threatened to cut him off. This was when they all realised how easily he could be controlled by money.

Having wasted his studies on alcohol and flings, he hadn't a whole lot of skills to fall back on and the thought of being disinherited left him terrified. He had no way of knowing what might happen to him if the money and family prestige were gone. His relationship with his siblings was good, but not good enough for them to risk their inheritances to help him if it came down to it.

Of course, he had always suspected his parents to be bluffing, not wanting to risk their own reputations' to destroy his. But he was never brave enough to test his theory.

So in public, he became the perfect eldest son.

He attended ribbon cuttings, he managed a business, he shook hands and kissed children. Anything that was asked of him to keep the peace and keep his bank account full.

All of this culminated in the ultimate sacrifice in Taehyung's eyes, his hand in marriage. This time his family were asking for too much, but what could he do? He had promised you guys, his real family, so much that he would no longer be able to deliver if he turned down their request. 

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Tears rim his eyes when he is finished telling you everything. You try to turn and look at him clearly but he holds you in a way that won't let you. he buries his face in the crook of your neck hiding his shame.

"Do you think poorly of me now?" He asks, voice cracking.

"I could never think poorly of you Taehyung," You comfort him. 

"Don't say that to make me feel better," 

"I'm not. I'm the last person that could think poorly of you for concealing your past."

"Yeah, but you gave up your family name and their prestige for what you believe. You were so brave when facing a choice like mine, I'm a coward."

"You are no coward Kim Taehyung."

Before he gets a chance to answer back, a much more timid knock sounds through the room followed by a quiet voice.

"Taehyung... he knows... and he wants you both in his study now." 

Taehyung stiffens behind you, his anxious scent almost choking you as it fills the room.

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The study is clearly room designed to be threatening. The large mahogany desk in the centre of the room gives an imposing aura and the chair behind it looks more like a leather thrown than a comfortable working seat. Two smaller chairs sit in front of the desk, a little too low to be able to comfortably sit at the table before them, but Taehyung ignores them anyway electing to stand. He has you stand behind him just a little, an arm protectively in front of you.

As it turns out Taehyung's father, while bearing a striking resemblance to his son, is far scarier than you had been expecting. You can finally see why adult pandas have no natural predators. His smell is bitter with an undercurrent of rage. You try not to shrink back as his eyes rove over you.

"I thought we had come to an understanding Taehyung-ah... You are an engaged man now, these silly flings need to stop, no more late-night bimbos."

"Y/N is not a bimbo father," Taehyung responds.

"To be entertained by you? She must be," The older man rolls his eyes.

Taehyung bites back a growl, and you have to stop yourself from pushing past him to take on Mr. Kim in his defence.

Mr Kim spends the next five minutes verbally abusing his son in front of you, blaming him for every misfortune within the family and accusing him. Each hit may as well be physical with the way that Taehyung flinches. You reach out to take his hand but he shrugs you away. 

"Now go and get ready, the Hirelys will be here shortly and you can't be reeking of affairs before you are even married boy. Say goodbye to your little friend, you shan't be seeing her again." 

You scoff at his dismissal, ready to fight for Taehyung and your love but you just get ushered from the room by a forlorn Tae. 

"Y/N you should leave. I... I'll see you later I promise."

"You can't be serious Tae, you can't stay here, you can't marry her."

"Look, if I want to keep my family and inheritance and treat all of you the way you deserve then I need to go along with this for now. It's the only thing I have to offer any of you. I promise I will be home soon and this will be all over but you need to go," He sighs walking you to the front door. 

"We don't care about the money Tae, we care about you. Your family name, the wealth, everything that comes with it we don't need it,"

"Yeah? WELL MAYBE I DO!" He snaps at you, the regret is immediately obvious on his face. "I promise I will fix it soon, just go home."

You can't believe he is so willing to go along with his family's ridiculous idea of proper just because he doesn't seem to trust that he can offer more to the pack than his wealth. 

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Taehyung watches from the doorway as you pull out of the drive. His sister sidles up beside him, resting her head on his shoulder to comfort him like she would when they were younger.

"You love her don't you?" She asks.

"Not just her..." He admits.

"A whole pack? Is that who I've been smelling the past few weeks?  How many?"

"Seven, eight including me I guess"

"That's going to be a really hard sell to mom and dad,"

"I won't be selling it to them at all, they need never know."

He pushes his sister away and storms back into the house.

"Tae!" She calls after him "That was Y/N L/N right?"

He pauses and looks back at her.

"Thought so, I think I have a plan to get you out of this mess."

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Masterlist

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Overtime

Originally posted on my Wattpad @MayaBishop_is_myWife

Relationship: Andy Herrera x fem!reader

Fluff

Word count: 1k

Andy POV:

I dragged my body out of the driver's seat and slumped down into a chair in the beanery, I've been at the Station so long that the B shift people are  here already. I sigh and decide it's probably time to leave. I had been doing back to back calls in the Aid car today with Vic, I guess people just decided that today was the day they were going to get hurt or something.

I begin my journey home before I remember I was supposed to pick up y/n/n from the hospital  after work. She's my girlfriend and a bad-ass orthopedic surgeon at Grey-Sloan. I start the car and drive to the hospital.

Amelia - "Oh hey! Andy, over here!"

Andy - "Hey Amelia, uhm you don't happen to know where y/n is? I told her I'd pick her up but my shift went overtime and I couldn't just leave my vic, I just hope she's not mad. Is she mad? I mean I know I was late bu-"

Amelia -  "Hey slow down, her surgery went over as well, she's not even out of te OR yet so just come sit down in the attending's lounge and wait for her."

Andy - "Oh thank god, okay yeah let's go."

I walked with Amelia to the attending's lounge but before I can even open the door I hear a voice I know all too well -(Taylor's version) (10 minute version)-. Amelia clearly hears her too because she just tells me to go. I speed walk down the corridor and turn the corner and see my exhausted, but ever so gorgeous, girlfriend speaking to some very worried looking parents. 

Y/N - "He will be able to walk again but it's a pretty nasty break and the broken bone severed some nerves so Matthew will need some physiotherapy but, he'll be fine."

Woman - "Oh my goodness, thank you so much!"

Y/n/n told her it was no problem and walked out of the patients room and saw me standing at the end of the hall. A smile that I had grown to adore made it's way across her face. She began to walk towards me as I did the same.

Y/N POV:

Iwas eager to get to Andy because I have had what feels like the longest day of my life. A kid came into the ER with multiple crush injuries which meant, broken ribs, broken leg, broken arm, which I had to fix all of then, I had to check up on post-op patients and one of their screws had come loose because they tried to walk to the bathroom so I had to fix that as well and then I just got out of a surgery of a guy who snapped his leg in half and had his bone sticking out because he fell off is roof. Dumbass. 

As soon as I reach her I wrap my arms tightly around her waist and bury my head in her chest. She does the same and rests her chin on my head. 

Andy - "Long day?"

Y/N - "Yeah, you?"

Andy - "Very long."

After this exchange of words I reluctantly puled away from her embrace as I had to go update a patient chart and give it to the night nurses. Andy followed me as I did all of this and when I got to the nurses station I started to talk to Meredith because she came over as well. Clearly someone didn't like this very much because she wrapped her arms around my waist from behind and shoved her face into the crook of my neck and started whispering to me that she wanted to go home.

Meredith - "Okay well, Derek is waiting for me in the daycare with Zola and Bailey and by the looks of it I'm keeping a very tired firefighter from going home so, I'll let you guys be. See you tomorrow y/n/n."

Y/N - "Yeah, see you tomorrow Mer."

I put the chart on the side and slipped my hand into Andy's as I walked to the lift (elevator). 

Time skip

We got home and ordered pizza since neither of us could be bothered to cook and sat on the sofa, all cuddled up in each other's embrace eating pizza. We were watching some trashy tv show, just whatever was on really. I began to feel my eyelids get heavy and Andy noticed this too because she said

Andy - "Okay I think it's time to go to bed."

Y/N - "Agreed."

I was taken completely by surprise when Andy stood up just before I was about to and picked me up. I clung onto her like a koala and shoved my head in her neck.

Y/N - "You know just because I'm tired doesn't mean I can't walk." I say barely above a whisper

Andy - "Well, I don't think that applies in this situation considering you can't even lift your head from my neck."

I hummed in agreement and just snuggled even further into my girlfriend. 

Once we got into our bedroom she carried my straight through to the bathroom and we did our night-time routines before heading to bed.

Andy had finished after me so I was already under the cover and near enough asleep when she came in. Not a word needed to be shared between us when I reached out my arms to her, she knew what it meant. 

Andy POV: 

I clambered into bed next to y/n/n and pulled her into me. Her head was in my chest and her leg was draped over mine. This time of the day was my favourite, it was clam. Just us two, it was lik nothing else in the world mattered at that moment. I had my girl in my arms and that's all I cared about.

Y/N - "I love you."

I silently aw at her sleepy voice and kiss her head.

Andy - "I love you too."

Just seconds after I said it I heard little snores coming from the woman in my embrace. I then let myself drift off forgetting all the stress of the day and just enjoying the now. 

[lostinwoso]

Could you do a mapi x reader fic. Where reader gets an injury whilst away on international duty, when she comes back to Spain mapi looks after her and is worried to let her do anything.

A Bit Too Worried (Mapi León x Reader)

Sitting in the locker room, you mentally prepare yourself for the game that's just a few minutes away. It's an important game for your national team, winning this one would put the dream to play in the world cup next year in reach.

Taking one more deep breath, you leave the locker room to go into the tunnel, getting in your position in line. Walking out onto the field, you take one quick glance around the stadium before the National Anthems are being played.

After the anthems were played, and you shook hands with the opponents, you take your position on the field, rolling your shoulders once more to get rid of the tension.

When the whistle blows, signaling the start of the match, all your focus is on the ball and the dream to get your team to the world cup next year.

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It's now the second half, and you are pretty sure that this is one of the most exhausting games, you've ever had to play. With only 15 minutes left and the score still 0-0 the game started to get rougher, riskier tackled were being made left and right.

After a failed attack by the opponent your team regains the possession of the ball again, receiving a pass from your teammate, you see an open space. Making a run towards the opponent's goal, you search for an open teammate to pass to, but before you can even pass the ball, you feel a foot stepping onto your ankle, twisting it to the side, making you trip. Landing on your hand in a bad way.

Curling up on the floor, blinded by the pain, you don't even notice the argument that broke out between the both teams. The next thing you feel was the medics putting you on the gurney before taking you off the field.

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Sitting in the plane, you think about the game from yesterday, after you were taken off the team actually managed to score a last minute goal making your dream to play in the World Cup becoming reality. But the happiness you felt after hearing that, got slightly damped by the fact that you now have to sit out thanks to a grade 2 sprained ankle, that has you wearing one of those walking boots, and a broken wrist.

Your phone vibrating breaks you out of your thoughts, unlocking it, you see a message from your girlfriend Mapi.

'Just arrived at the airport, can't wait to see you mi amor ❤️'

Hearing the announcement that the plane is about to land, you send her a quick message back, letting her know that you are about to land and can't wait to see her too.

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After the plane landed, and you got your suitcase, you try to spot your girlfriend in the crowd of the airport, when you suddenly feel a pair of arms wrapping around you from behind you, "I missed you.".

Turning around, you wrap your arms around your girlfriend, pressing a quick kiss on her lips, "I missed you too.". You two stay in each other's arms for a minute, enjoying the feeling of being reunited again.

When the hug comes to an end, María takes the handle of your suitcase, grasping your uninjured hand in her free hand, she starts to walk slowly, knowing of your foot injury already.

"You don't have to do this, I can take care of my suitcase myself, you know?" You tell her.

"No you can't, you are injured. You are supposed to rest no matter what, and I'm going to make sure of that!" She answers with a smile, although her tone is letting you know that she is dead serious.

Pressing a kiss to her cheek you whisper a quiet "Thank You.".

Arriving at her car, she holds open the door for you and helps you in, making sure you are comfortable before putting your suitcase in the trunk and joining you in the driver seat.

"Ready to go home?" She asks you as she starts the car.

"Yes, I can't wait to finally be back in our bed, the ones at the hotel weren't that nice." You answer her question.

She lets out a little laugh, "Let's go then.", pulling out of the parking lot, putting her hand on your thigh.

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As soon as you arrived at home, you took a seat on the couch in the living room, while Mapi orders take-out from your favorite place. Leaning back, you close your eyes for a minute, the tiring last two days, catching up to you.

Feeling your girlfriend sitting down next to you, you open your eyes again, seeing her open her arms for you to lay in.

Getting comfortable in her embrace, she speaks up, "Get some rest, I wake you up when the food arrives."

Pressing a small kiss to her neck, you mumble a quiet "Okay." before your eyes close.

A while later, the doorbell wakes you out of your little nap, sitting up, so your girlfriend can go to the door, you decide to get something to drink.

Walking to the kitchen, you are just about to take a glass out when a voice behind you speaks up, "What do you think you are doing?".

"Getting something to drink?" You say confused.

"You are supposed to be resting! Get back to the living room, I'll get you something." Your girlfriend says walking over to you taking the glass you already took out.

"I'm already here, I can just get it real quick myself."

She sets the glass down, moving over to you, taking you by your shoulders and starts leading you out of the kitchen, "Nope, but you can search for a movie for us to watch." she says before disappearing into the kitchen again.

_________

You have been home for a week now, and Mapi still doesn't let you do anything. At first, you thought it was really sweet that she cares that much, but it's starting to get a bit out of hand, so you decided to go out with Patri and Aitana to walk through the stores while Mapi had social media duties.

When you came back home later that day, you barely had one foot into your apartment when you were engulfed in a hug, "Are you okay? I hope you didn't overdo yourself today.", stepping back from the hug, she notices the bag you had in your uninjured hand, "Let me get that for you.".

Stunned, you stand there for a second, before letting out a sigh and closing the door behind you. Making your way into the living room, you sit down on the couch, deciding to talk to your girlfriend about her little too protective behavior.

She comes in the room a few seconds later with something to drink for you, "Here, do you need anything else?".

After taking a sip from the glass, you answer, "No, but I want to talk to you about something." signaling her to sit down next to you.

"What's up? Are you in pain or anything?" She asked worried.

"No, I'm okay, but don't you think you are a bit too worried? Like you don't let me do anything myself, just with the bag, it barely weighs anything." You explain carefully.

She thinks a second before answering, "No? I just want to take care of you."

Moving closer to her on the couch, you give her cheek a quick peck before replying, "I know, and I appreciate it, but do you think you could turn it down a little? Getting myself a drink won't do me any harm."

Pouting a little, she says, "I guess, I can turn it down a little, but you have to tell me when you need something, okay?" While saying a little, she puts her fingers together, barely leaving any space between them.

Letting out a laugh at her antics, you nod, "Yes, a little that's all I ask for and of course I tell you."

Pulling you into a hug, you whisper a quiet "I love you." to each other.

"Alright, I'm going to get a refill on my drink." You say, moving to stand up.

Your girlfriend immediately jumps up too reaching for your glass, "Let me -." she starts before noticing the look you send her, "Let me accompany you?" She says unsure.

Smiling, you press a short kiss on her lips, "Come on, let's get that drink." You start moving towards the kitchen, a smiling Mapi following close behind you.

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Vettel Jr, (2/3)

sooo finally chapter 2 is here (chapter 1 here) 

I hope you guys enjoy it!

warning: smut, age gap

word count: 4.1k 

Sebastian was having a very calm breakfast when Max sat down in front of him, they just stared at each other questionably.

“What are you doing at my table?”

At that moment Charles joined them “good morning guys”

“You too? I just wanna eat my breakfast in peace, piss off you two”

“Seb relax we’re not here for you”

“Yeah Max is right”

Seb sipped his coffee “she isn’t here, her flight was last night”

Two men exchanged a glance.

“Then-“ Max started speaking but didn’t dare to finish the sentence.

“What about Daniel? That’s not up to me she has made her decision, Daniel is fine with it”

“I literally don’t do what to say” the breakfast in front of Charles didn’t seem as delicious as before.

Max still needed more information “Daniel is fine with it? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Seb picked a piece of bacon “he came over to my room last night, asked me to check on her”

“And you didn’t do anything?” Max was to determine to try and make something happen.

“You think it didn’t break my heart to see my daughter like that? To hear her crying over the phone? It’s her decision I’m not gonna intervene.”

Max and Charles couldn’t argue anymore, Sebastian was right.

“Ah this coffee tastes so bad, where is Daniel anyway?” Max exclaimed frustrated, looking around searching for a tall Australian, instead he saw Lando walking to the McLaren table alone and called him.

“Do us a favor Lando and tell us where is Daniel” Lando eyed them suspiciously, Ferrari, Redbull and Aston Martin all in one table was quite a sight. Seb looked relax, Charles and Max were looking at him as if their future in F1 rested on this question. He picked a chair and barely fit himself on the small table. Seb sighed and whispered “awesome now there are 3 of them”

“Is this about yesterday? I stopped by his room, he looked wrecked man”

“I’ve spent two years with Daniel and I’ve never seen him this way”

“She’s been my daughter for 22 years and I’ve never seen her this way, I’m actually gonna check on her later”

Lando was quite intrigued by the conversation, looks like the next profession for the trio after they retired from driving gonna be a match making agency.

“You’re flying to Massachusetts?” Charles asked, eying Max and hoping he’d get the message.

“Yes, tomorrow’s morning”

“That’s great, I’m coming with you”

“You’re not coming anywhere Max”

“Come on man, if you won’t talk to her, let me do it”

Seb considered the suggestion for a second, as much as he loved his daughter, he also couldn’t stop his brain from reminding him of last night. Daniel sitting in front of him like a wounded puppy, while her precious daughter was crying over the phone “well because I wouldn’t intervene, doesn’t mean someone else can’t too right?”

Few moments passed in silence until it was broken by Seb, sighing loud “Daniel is not even a bad person, like this human being doesn’t have a bad bone in his entire body”

Charles smirked “so you encourage it?”

“I encourage my daughter’s happiness and if that’s tied to Daniel then yes I fucking encourage it, should’ve gotten her the date she asked for”

Lando who was quiet until then couldn’t keep it “what?”

Seb laughed and continued “yesterday when she came back to my driver’s room, she asked me to grab a date with Daniel for her”

Max and Charles looked at each other in pure disbelief, if only Seb would have done that, they didn’t need to conspire hard.

Charles exclaimed his disappointment “seb, man why would you do that?”

“Yeah he is right, you know what no more free Redbull for you”

“That’s ok I’ll ask Mercedes for free Monster”

Daniel laid in bed, not feeling like leaving it to have breakfast with the team. The memories of last night still fresh in his mind, he didn’t dare to sleep because what if it was all a dream? No it couldn’t be, he could feel his heart breaking, the pain and heartbreak couldn’t be fake, the fact that he couldn’t sleep yet his eyes were begging him to wasn’t fake. As much as he wanted to, he resisted the urge to take a bottle of alcohol and drain himself in misery and sadness. The knock on the door brought him out of his trance, he decided to ignore it, the knock didn’t stop and someone shouted “it’s Lando, open the door”

He grabbed a shirt and opened the door, putting his hands in his short’s pocket and leaned against the door frame, tiredly looking at Lando. In that moment he felt like all his muscles were aching which had nothing to do with yesterday’s race. It was shocking to himself that he was feeling this way towards a girl he saw for only few hours.

“Hey man, oh my god look at you, you ok there?”

Daniel just shook his head and stared at the ground.

“You coming for breakfast?”

He rubbed his eyes in distress “no I think I’m gonna try and sleep for few hours then get to my flight”

“Sure, if you needed anything let me know ok?”

Lando didn’t need to think twice about his condition, almost everyone saw what happened yesterday.

After the worst flight of her life, she got to the dorm after midnight. The entire building was dark and she was more than happy not to run into someone to explain her situation, she was supposed to be happy, a trip to Austin, got a VIP access and met her favorites but in that moment she was everything but happy. The tiredness and heartbreak was too much to handle that she immediately went to bed.

That afternoon her dad was supposed to come so she jumped to the door as soon as the door rang “HEY DAD…wait you’re not dad” she arched her eyebrows at Max.

“Hi” Max said casually, his effort to blend in was appreciated. He was wearing a khaki short with light blue buttoned up, finally ditching that Redbull cap.

Nina, her roommate appeared, staring at the man in front of the door who for sure wasn’t Sebastian Vettel.

“What does the championship contender doing on our doorstep?” She questioned, still staring.

“Uh actually-“

“How about you come in before anyone spots a goddamn F1 driver in Harvard girl’s dorm?”

He noticed the way she was dressed, very far from the way she was yesterday. A short, one of Daniel’s merches, her hair in a bun and she made no afford to hide the number 3 in her ears.

“Don’t give me that look Max, if I can’t have Daniel I’ll take his shirt”

“But-“

“Maxine don’t argue with me”

Max’s eyes accidentally landed on her semi open laptop “drive to survive? Daniel’s episode? Really?”

“But you said you were studying?” Nina questioned, staring at the laptop.

“Oh now there are two of them” she tiredly exclaimed, rubbing her eyes.

Max giggled lightly, she was indeed Sebastian Vettel’s daughter “that’s what your dad said”

“How did you get here so soon anyway? How did you find here? I have questions”

Max turned around and saw the posters on the wall, 8 posters, each pointing at the time Daniel won a Grand Prix. There were some posters when Lewis won the world title and even some of his own wins.

“Seb was right when he said you have a poster of Daniel’s win in your dorm, and to answer your questions private jet and Sebastian Vettel”

He turned and pointed at his own poster “you never mentioned you were my fan? To be honest I’m honored”

“Maximilian focus, why are you here?”

“Guys, as much as I would love to stay and listen in, I have a class and I’m sure you both would appreciate a privacy” Nina interrupted while opening the door.

“You’re the dearest Nina, thanks”

Max spoke again “we have time to talk, now I’m sure you can use a hug” and he opened his arms. She gladly accepted and hugged him back as tight as she could, his hand went up and down on her back to calm her, she rests her head on his biceps.

“How’s Daniel?” She finally dared to ask.

“Not better than you i suppose. Seb told me about last night”

“Last night? I didn’t tell him anything how does he know? Oh my god did someone see us?” She asked, slightly stressed. For sure she wasn’t about to tell Seb about the kiss.

“What? He told me Daniel went to his room to ask him to check on you”

That was some new information. The thought of Daniel going to her dad to ask him check on her made her miss him even more and she almost teared up.

“Oh my god he what? He really did that?”

Max almost laughed at her expression “you look like you just fall in love with him all over again”

She spoke dumbfounded “I actually did, now can we talk about why you are here? Is it because of The honey badger situation?”

She finally let him go and they sat behind the small table, she grabbed two bottles of drinks and sat across him.

“Zero alcohol? You don’t drink alcohol?” Max checked the drinks, slightly disappointed that it’s not alcoholic.

“I do but I try not to, I can’t afford getting hangover, we have alcohol if you want?”

“No no forget it sit down, Which situation were you talking about?”

Since he didn’t know about the kiss, she decided to act clueless “what? I don’t know what you’re talking about”

Max narrowed his blue eyes at her and she gave up, desperately needing to share it with someone, and who’s a better person than Max?

“Fine, fine. That night in parking lot we ran into each other, and I kissed him…well it turned out into a make out session”

In that moment Max realized why Seb kept saying he was done with her “you kissed him first, and you still decided to leave it?”

“Well I had to” she sounded desperate

“Daniel loves you, you know that? He doesn’t care if he had spent time with you only for few hours”

“But how do you know that?” She whined, taking a sip of her drink.

“Anyone who saw you yesterday during driver’s parade knows it, it’s literally no secret” Max answered as if the answer is the most obvious thing ever.

“Listen, I love him, I really do, hell I haven’t felt this way for god knows how long, but my situation is different. I just can’t” she let her face to fall on Max’s hand, she found it interesting how fast they clicked it as friends and how comfortable she was with him.

Max let her rest on his hand and ran his hand on her back “tell me about it, that’s why I’m here”

“I’m a med student, I’m either in a class, studying my ass off in library or running a 36 hour shift in hospital. I don’t have time to be in love”

“Fantastic, see how easy it was? Now go and say the exact same thing to Daniel and watch him to offer his infinite support to you”

She hated how right Max sounded “you didn’t even consider talking to him huh?”

“No because you weren’t supposed to be here, how the fuck he let you come?”

“Let me? He is the one who sent me, well I should give credit to Charles too it was his plan”

“Charles too? All of you ganged up for this?” It was unbelievable, she only spent few hours there and now the entire grid was invested in this.

“Now don’t change the subject”

“But Max-“

“No more buts, at least give it a try, for the sake of both of you, even your dad supports it.”

She sighed “What do you want me to do Maxwell? Cook? Clean? Suck his-“ she slammed her hand to her mouth before the word came out.

Max threw his hand back and laughed, the comment taking him off guard “well if you’re into it and I know Daniel won’t say no”

“Ok now what do you say about taking me karting?” She offered, smiling devilishly

“Oh girl you’re in for a big lose, and you gonna tell me how Daniel kiss” he couldn���t help it, he had to tease her

“If You’re so curious try it yourself”

Max stared at the monitor in front of him with open mouth, watching himself losing over and over again because the girl in front of him wanted to see it multiple time, in that moment she was recording it with big smile on her face.

“This is unbelievable, how could you? you’re indeed Vettel’s daughter” he was still in pure disbelief.

“What a sore loser” she teased while sending the video to her dad.

“What are you even going to do with this video?”

She smirked “hmm nothing just sent it to my dad and asked him to show it to Lewis”

“You did not”

“Ah you got me, I did send it to my dad, just not the Lewis part, but I definitely shared it to my Instagram story”

She went behind Max and pushed him to walk “Cmon Maximus let’s go, you owe me a Mojito”

Max would be lying if he says he wasn’t enjoying her company, it was totally worth it making his trip longer. Kelly being the perfect girlfriend, she totally understood and even told Max to give her updates about the whole thing. While both of them were sipping their drinks, his phone rang.

On the other side of the line Charles, Lando, Carlos and Sebastian were all sitting in a hotel room, waiting to know what happened.

“Max, hey mate what’s going on?”

“Hey man, we are drinking, just finished karting”

“Oh so she is with you? How’s she doing?”

“Yes, we’re fine”

With her there, Max felt like he can’t comfortably pour everything out.

“Ok ok just give me yes and no, she accepted what you said?”

“Yes”

It felt like the room exploded, but silently, Carlos and Lando high fived each other, Charles punched the air, happy that his master plan worked, and Seb couldn’t believe her daughter actually listened let alone accepting it.

“Since mission was successful, I won’t tease you about losing in karting.”

Max gave her a “I will show you” look and hanged up.

“Thanks to your dad and you Charles knows about karting”

“I totally did that on purpose, by the way, when are you leaving?”

“Tomorrow’s night”

“Wait that’s too early, you just came here to talk me into giving Daniel a chance?”

“Well basically yeah”

She pouted, she didn’t want her new best friend who happened to be a Formula 1 driver to leave so soon “that’s not fair”

“Now if you wanna see me you will come to Mexico grand Prix” he smiled in victory

“You’re literally intolerable”

Daniel was in Australia, he didn’t want to be in Austin, he didn’t want to be in Monaco, he wanted to be in Australia in his ridiculous farm with his ridiculous animas to maybe forget how ridiculously in love he was. In that moment he was sitting on a wooden swing with Michael standing next to him.

“Daniel at least train” all Daniel did was shaking his head and opening his Instagram to look at hers for 10th time on that day, and he noticed she has posted a story. For a moment he forgot his sadness when he heard her laughing and saw Max’s disappointed face every time he saw himself losing, Daniel laughed loud “she beat Max in karting, I’m so proud that’s my girl” he stared at the screen lovingly.

Michael shook his head, fully convinced that his friend was long gone “you look like a lovesick puppy”

“I am lovesick, and I am a puppy, look I can bark, Michael did I tell you about-“

“Daniel you talked about anything that happened about 10 times, I understand you love her but you have a race and you need to get over her, please, I beg you”

Daniel slowly slid down the swing “it’s not that easy, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, all my brain can comprehend is the kiss”

“I know it’s hard, but training will get your mind off it for few hours, come on do it for her”

The last part of the sentence got him laughing “fine fine, I’m coming”

Few hours later, training hasn’t done shit for him, Daniel could not get her out of his mind, it was physically impossible. He wanted to hug her tight, he wanted to see her face when he would give her the slightest attention and her face would lit up. He needed to pull her close and kiss her and other stuffs.

She was all alone with her thoughts when Max left, she didn’t know what or how it happened but somewhere along the way the switch between “celebrity crush” and “love of my life” changed. Suddenly the posters of Daniel on her wall wasn’t just a poster of her favorite driver, the number 3 as her Lock Screen wasn’t just a number of a car. In that moment she was in class, her hand under her chin as she pretended she is very interested when in fact her brain was reminding her of the kiss and everything that happened. The picture of Daniel looking like that was tattooed inside her brain, but the moment when she knew the answer to a question without listening was the reason she didn’t pursue her heart, she was once again reminded why she was there and what was her purpose. She wasn’t force to forget him, she could always live with him being somewhere close in her memory and mind. She did all she wanted, saw him, hugged him, kissed him, took pictures that one of them was her wallpaper and she kept unlocking her iPhone to check the picture. But yet she couldn’t control her heartbeat anytime she would see it. In that moment all she knew was, she felt absolutely ridiculous and lost.

She was on her bed, her laptop on, watching drive to survive and crying when Nina showed up “how many times have you watched it? And why are you crying?”

She sniffed and picked a tissue “because he is always happy and he smiles so pretty and I love how happy he is when he gets a podium, and above all I can never have him, and to answer your question I don’t know 10?15?” She was back to crying right after.

“If you love him so much, why don’t you go to him?” Nina asked, genuinely confused why she was torturing herself and the poor guy.

“Because it can’t work out, our goals are different, I’m a doctor, he is a driver. I work at a hospital and I can’t even take a time off to shower, how am I supposed to make it work? It will bother us more”

“Ok those are fair points, but you don’t have to answer instead of him, you know?”

Her answer was too logical for her broken heart “I don’t think I’m going to do something about it, I’ll just wait until I forget it you know?”

Nina sat next to her on the bed, touching her hand “you do whatever makes you happier, in that moment I, coincidentally Max too, think that Daniel makes you happy but if you don’t want to go for it, we all understand. It’s your call”

She smiled in appreciation and went back into watching the episode.

She felt Daniel’s warm hand tracing her spine and massaging her sour back, Halloween night been busy with kids in E.R and when it was over she was drained. She moved her face to have a better view of his lips, she has never kissed lips like his, it was so special and soft, locking with her so perfectly, the way he would suck her lips in a kiss was addictive, she couldn’t get enough of the way he pushed himself to her. With him there she was feeling needy, it wasn’t easy to have self control when Daniel Ricciardo was lying next to you, shirtless with only underwear, showing off his glorious abs and his hand slowly making it’s way to your underwear to give you a banging orgasm.

She loved when he took care of her like that, when his long fingers are dedicated into making her his, having her dripping wet all for him. She hissed and arched her back when she felt his finger in her underwear, delicately rubbing her,

“You look pretty like that” he couldn’t help but to mention, her face had the expression of pure delight, eyes closed, her teeth biting down her lips. In his reply she opened her eyes and looked at him lazily, too tired to move or too speak. She just wanted to enjoy this. She brought up her hand and touched his cheek, the gesture made Daniel’s heart leaping in his chest in a way that 300 kph couldn’t. To show his appreciation, he slipped a finger inside, slowly pumping in and out.

“Holy fuck Daniel, oh god, that feels so good”

His free hand grabbed her waist and pulled her close, pressing his lips against her but not kissing it, he just wanted to feel the softness of her lips, to feel her soft moans better. He added a second finger and she whined while their lips were connected, for a moment Daniel couldn’t believe she was there and it was him who were making her feel this way. He separated from her to give her a praise “that’s my pretty girl, you’re doing so well, open your eyes look at me”

When she was met with a pair of honey brown eyes, she swore she could come due to the intensity of the eye contact.

Daniel moved his fingers a bit faster, determined to make her come hard, a moan would leave her throat anytime he would move his fingers, he watched as her hand grabbed his biceps, her eyes shut intensely, she moaned his name and came hard.

Daniel finally kissed her “you’re so wrong if you think that was it-“

She woke up. Sweat dripping off her forehead and completely out of breath. Her mouth was dry, she didn’t need to check her underwear to see how wet she was from the dream. Her eyes went to the posters on the wall and she blushed hard. All the effort she made to forget him turned to ashes with just one dream, a dream she wouldn’t mind becoming reality. She sat on the bed for few seconds, whispering “oh my god” under her breath, her mind still trying to recover from the dream but instead she was having more thoughts.

Daniel felt tipsy, he was in a hotel room during Mexico race weekend with Charles, Max, Lando, Carlos and Michael. He couldn’t even remember whose hotel room it was. He was talking about the day he saw her to Lando and Carlos, even though Max and Charles were there they still liked to hear it from his point of view. He spoke of her with such a passion and love that if Sebastian was there, he would have thrown Daniel down the stairs. The group of friends were more than thankful that tomorrow they didn’t need to drive. As Daniel continued talking about her, Max felt mischievous, he picked the phone up and called her.

She was sipping a very awful coffee in hospital when her phone ranged and Max’s name showed up, they had spoken few times but a call at this time of the night was bizarre. She answered the phone, she heard someone shushing her and next thing she heard was Daniel’s voice. In that moment she truly realized how much she missed him. Even his voice sounded so good and she felt like she could cry when she heard him laughing. She then realized he was talking about the day they met “Man I really wish she could be here for the race you know?” That sentence was the best thing she has ever heard, maybe after all people were right and she needed to speak with him. In that moment she finally realized what would make her happy.

Max left the room to speak with her without anyone noticing “was that enough confirmation for you to decide what you wanna do?”

“Maximillian, fuck you and thank you”

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Hey Logan!

1 or 9 for Maxiel, if that’s ok?

Thank you ♥️

Vicsy, baby! I love when you send me Maxiel asks. I was just telling River this morning that I can feel the Maxiel rising in my body. Okay, I decided to go with 1. I'm not leaving. CW for mentions of past mental health stuff and food stuff.

Daniel made it back somehow.

Well, not somehow. He made it through with a lot of support from his friends and a lot of people sitting up with him at 4 AM and talking with him about music and Montana mountains and the way the best sunset in the world is on his farm in Perth, but the second best sunset in the world is in LA.

He made it through with Max behind him, holding him tight.

I'm not leaving, he would say when the two of them would be in the kitchen while Daniel stared at food that he knew would turn his stomach.

I'm not leaving, he would say when the two of them would be tucked into a bed together that Daniel was too afraid to get out of.

Daniel made it through on love and on support and on the power of family that loved him.

And then he's too far away from Max, holding a balaclava with his name on it and he's got a drive. He's got a seat and all he wants is to grab him by the face and kiss him.

He doesn't get the chance for days - not until they're back on track and then it's too rushed and too fast and too brief in Max's motorhome, and he knows something is wrong immediately, but he doesn't have time to chase it down, can only squeeze his arm, kiss his jaw again.

And then he's doing media, answering a question about the rumors about him returning to the Red Bull seat and he is only thinking of how it had fucked him and Max all to hell. How being teammates had made everything so messy between the two of them that they hadn't worked out their shit for years.

He goes to find him immediately afterwards - knows where he is because his schedule is exactly the same as Max's now - waving the media person off, apologizing to her in Italian - lying to her about how he needs to find something in his driver's room, but he slips out the back, jogs down to Red Bull - cursing when he crosses behind Lawrence with a camera in his face. Absolutely going to get called out about this, but he sees him. Max, walking into the back of the Red Bull garage with Christian.

Daniel calls out to Christian instead, convinced somehow that it's the better option. At least if he's caught talking to Christian literally no one will say shit to him about it, but he's not prepared for Christian to dismiss himself with a wave of his hand.

"Be quick." And then he's walking into the garage and Max and Daniel are standing outside, too far apart, keeping it casual and dude-bro and not suspicious at all.

A little suspicious because Max is staring at his lips and Danny is clenching his fists to tight that he thinks he is likely to crack a bone.

"I'm not leaving." Danny says, trying to keep his lips and his face unreadable. "No matter what happens, Maxy. We made promises to each other and I'm not leaving."

Max's shoulders drop and that beautiful smile that Danny thinks would revive him from the dead is back on his face and he...Max leans in close, face between Danny and the door of the garage so no one can see him. "I love you," he whispers. "I will see you tonight, yes? You can get away for a bit?"

No. Danny is packed literally until he's scheduled to go to sleep, but he doesn't care. He'll beg Blake and buy him a vacation or something, he needs to see Max tonight.

Max's hand brushes his wrist, probably casual enough so it looks like an accident, but Daniel doesn't care. It's touch. It's enough.

"Tonight." Daniel promises before Max gives him a little nod and backs away.

Daniel rushes back to the AT garage and he's trying to come up with an excuse, but Franz is there, clapping him on the shoulder. "Christian phoned, said he had something you needed to sign. I reminded him that you were on loan."

Everyone laughs and Danny shakes his head and they go back to work.

Two hours later when Blake hands him his phone with a wrinkled nose, Danny has two texts that have bypassed his race weekend do not disturb. One from Max that reads, I have left you a key card at the desk. And one from Christian that reads, Please leave your boyfriend alone on race weekends.

He can't make any promises. Not after he just made it clear that he isn't going anywhere.