#it disturbes the force schatje

[estiebestieban]

ok so i am trying to recreate my grandma’s recipe (she’s not dead i just don’t want to call her) for sopita de letras . i add the letras . i add the garlic . i add the half onion . i add the tomato water n the consome . i bring to boil then simmer . my letras are burnt to the bottom of the fkcing pan . my onion is burnt to the bottom of the fcking pan . my garlic is burnt to the bottom of the fnkgc pan . my broth is immaculate tho

sounds like you, my dearest potato, are just having broth tonight

[itsfeckinwimdy]

Wound - Max Verstappen

Max Verstappen x Reader

Reader Pronouns: She/Her

Prompt: upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

Word Count: 0.6k (653)

Formula 1 Masterlist

Published: 22/06/2022

Walking out of the medical centre she was preparing herself for the flashes of cameras and the onslaught of questions from reporters upon her arrival in the media pen. Even being injured you still have to do media duties, she thought bitterly.

The race had long been over. Her teammate, and partner, finishing first had already been doused in sparkling wine since it had officially replaced the champagne the previous year. It still had the same effect, spurting out of the bottle and allowing the drivers to spray their fellow competitors as they basked in the glory of their win. But not her. Not today at least.

Driving in the rain was something she loved, something Christian praised her skills in. Her previous races in the risky weather conditions had landed her multiple podiums in her career. But with that weather always comes danger.

And today? Well, her luck had to run out eventually right?

So when she aquaplaned off the track and into the barrier whilst going at least 150mph, the only thing she could do was haul her aching body out of the car and let herself be guided towards the medical centre.

The questions from the news reporters were fired at her as soon as she stepped into the lion's den, the scrutiny she would be under was looming in the back of her mind as she answered their questions to the best of her abilities.

From then her mind was on autopilot as she walked through the Red Bull hospitality giving small smiles to the staff members and engineers still milling around. The white corridors blurred into one and it wasn't until someone wrapped their arms around her, causing her to let out a hiss in pain, that she realised she made it back to her driver's room.

"Fucking hell, Schatje," Max muttered gently releasing her from his hold, his hand coming up to cup the right side of her face, the other resting on her bicep. There was a haunted look in his eyes as he looked over her, checking for any visible injuries, "You scared me today."

She let out a chuckle at his words before cringing in pain, "I'm okay now. Just my ribs hurt and my body aches from, you know, going into a barrier."

Max nodded along with her before dragging his hand down her arm to the bottom of her jumper. His hand slipped underneath the Red Bull branded item but didn't move from where it settled.

He locked eyes with her, a silent exchange only the two would understand before he pushed the material and the top underneath it up in an attempt to see the invisible damage underneath. Yes, Max knew that he wouldn't be able to see it, but having visual confirmation of where she was physically injured helped him know that she was okay, the crash wasn't too bad. His hand gently grazed up her side before coming to her ribs, Max being careful not to put too much pressure on them as his fingers grazed her torso where most of the pressure was forced upon her body.

He let his hand fall from her side, her clothing dropping back down her body as he pulled her into him. His left hand on the back of her head, holding her as her head fell into the crook of his neck, his other arm wrapping carefully around her, gripping onto the fabric of her jumper.

She leant fully into his embrace, letting her exhausted body cling to his, her own hands clutching the back of his polo shirt, red bull of course. In her mind, she swears she's going to get him something else to wear other than their sort of uniform.

A shuddering breath escaped her as a few tears fell, the two of them just leaning into each other before someone would undoubtedly come and disturb this moment.