#tauri butterfly

[odairfilm]

i don't care if you broke up with the love of your life, i won't ever be able to tell daniel ricciardo how he literally saved me and means the world to me so i think that's much worse in my opinion

[askengiecow]

“Alright, safe word is Spook, no more than two friendly shoulder pats a day and no stories about killing, maiming, arson, or unethical procedures or anything that I couldn’t tell Dolly Parton.” Dell continued to mumbled nervously as he continued to “look” for something in his pack.

He wasn’t sure of bringing the wedding ring was a good idea, the closer they got the more he was compelled to check and make sure it was still there, and it wasn’t even like he was going to ask until they were well on their way back.

After finishing reciting the rules for what felt like the 100th time in the past ten minutes Dell finally stopped and nodded to himself just as he pasted a sign confirming they were but 5 minutes away.

Seeing this Dell felt his panic welling back up but this time for a different reason. “Pull over somewhere secluded, I want to kiss ya one more time… again.”

Taurie couldn't help the amused smirk that rested on his face as he listened to Dell nervously talk himself through the rules the two of them had came up with. The longer they were in the truck the more restless Dell had become. Taurie couldn't deny his own nerves were making butterflies in his stomach, but being it was his own parents house helped.

"Sounds about right. We're just engineers that so happen to design and build weaponry." He nodded, chuckling as Dell asked him to pull over.

"Again? Ya act like ahm taken ya to death row, Dell." He teased, though Taurie did find a pull off that seemed empty.

He gave Dell a reassuring pat and offered his bottle of water after taking a quick sip. The air was hot and dry just as he'd remembered it.

"Try not to panic. Yer just a buddy that needed a break from work so ah let ya tag along." Taurie smiled, glancing around to confirm they were alone before leaning in to give his boyfriend another 'final' kiss, one of many over the past hour.

Patting Dells cheek he pulled back into the road. Taurie's excitement to see his family after being gone for several years outweighed his apprehension. After another minute or so of driving he nodded to the rolling pastures on the left side of the road.

"Property starts about out here. These fields are used later in the year, after the ones the cows are in now have grazed the grass short. Used to come out to the woods just yonder to explore when ah was little." He said, finger popping up from the steering wheel to point at a thicket of trees.

Looking over he lightly nudged Dell with his elbow, offering him a smile.

"Just breathe pardner. You've been through worse than this."

@dirty-dell

[fuzzylichu]

Hey!! Your blog says taking requests for any f1 driver and I’m not sure if that includes the 2023 grid but if so could I please request 1 and 10 from your prompt list with Logan Sargeant? Maybe like a “morning after” type thing?

If you don’t write for Logan feel free to choose someone else! + ofc change this however to your liking

Lots of love 💋

Sunshine

Pierre Gasly x reader

Hi tysm for the request :`D

I'm sorry it took so long

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Barely awake, you saw a figure. You couldn't tell who it was but he was at first but then saw the brown messy hair, realising it's your best friend Pierre. He was shirtless and you were for sure bare naked under the covers.

Did you two fuck?

Holy crap. You two definitely fucked. You tried to remember what happened last night but all you remember are little flashes in your head. Last thing you could remember, it was Pierre's birthday party. You two were taking shots with Charles and Yuki. Next thing you remember were flashes of when you two did it.

While you were figuring it out, he tossed and turned around. "Y/n?" He groaned in confusion. "good morning" he said as he rubbed his face.

"did we fuck?" You asked. "Probably" he answered calmly. You got up and sat on the bed. You could see yourself in the giant mirror hung on the wall; your hair was a mess and your neck was covered in hickeys and bites. "You really messed me up haven't you?" You laughed. "You look so fucking good right now" he blurted out. You raiseed your eyebrows at him as you turned red. "Thanks"

"I'm going to go make breakfast" he got up and put his shorts back on. "Pancakes sounds good for you?"

"mhm" you got up to find your clothes, which was just gone. Nowhere to be found. You had no choice but to borrow one of Pierre's. going into Pierre's closet, you were overwhelmed with clothes. Then one of them caught your eye. It was his blue alpha tauri sweater; you quickly put in on and head downstairs. You saw him in the kitchen and sneaked up on him. "Holy shit you scared me!" He jumped. "Smells really good, is it ready yet?"

"should be done by now"

You brought the plates to the table and sat down. As he also sat down he look at the sweater, "wait is that my sweater?"

"mhm" you hummed while eating the pancakes. He laughed at you as you devoured the pancakes. "You look so good in my sweater you're just.. so gorgeous." You could feel the butterflies in your stomach start going crazy. "Don't stare at me like that, " he chuckled.

"maybe we should fuck again, this time I'll make sure you remember."

[rebelwrites]

Winner Takes It All || Twelve Take A Step Back From The Chaos

Charles Leclerc x Valentina Hendrix (OC)

Winner Takes It All Masterlist

Summary: Today was the start of the season, emotions were high as Vali receives a letter from one person she wishes could have been by her side

Warnings: mentions of wanting to beat someone up, letter from Jules 😭😭

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Nothing could stop my heart from racing as I made my way through security. Today was my first official weekend as an F1 driver, my first race of the season would be on Sunday.

I didn’t admit this to anyone but I wasn’t sure what I was more nervous about, actually getting on the track with the boys in a completely different car or talking to the media regarding my past or seeing Charles.

After the night he broke up with Becky and I cried myself to sleep in his arms. I didn't speak to him, not that we were speaking prior to that but still I made sure to fully shut him out. Whether that was due to embarrassment or something else I would never know. Over the last month he had tried to reach out to me but every call and text went unanswered. I needed to get my head in the game, he had already made a name for himself whereas I still had a lot to prove.

Pushing the thoughts out of my head I saw Josh strolling towards me and Pierre with an extremely large grin on his face. The moment he was close to me he draped his arm around my shoulder, placing a kiss to the top of my head.

“How do you feel?” he asked as we walked towards the Alpha Tauri motorhome.

“Excited, nervous, sick.” I mumbled, pulling one of my arms out of the backpack straps leaving it hanging on one shoulder. I just needed to get this interview over and done with and then I could settle a bit. “What time is my press conference?” I asked as we walked into the motorhome, the moment we were behind the safety of closed doors I dumped my backpack on the sofa and kicked off my trainers, instantly feeling at home.

“You have an hour to chill out, wander around the place, basically do whatever you want before we need to head over to the press conference.” Josh nodded.

“Okay” I hummed, making a b-line for the coffee machine.

“Oh one more thing V,” Josh said, his voice dropping a little bit like he was reluctant to tell me. Raising my brow at him I silently told him to spit it out. “Charles will be in the same press conference along with Pierre. Apparently the organisers thought it would be a good thing to have the three childhood friends together for your first press conference.”

“Of course they did.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I turned back to making a much needed coffee.

Running my hands through my hair I took a deep breath, I could do this. I was Valentina Hendrix and I could take anything that came my way. It was time to focus on my career and not my love life.

Once I had a coffee in my hand, I wandered around the motorhome until I found my area, seeing my name on the door caused butterflies to erupt within my stomach, but it also caused tears that I refused to let roll down my cheeks, I wasn’t going to let people see me cry.

Pushing my way into the room I flopped down onto the sofa, placing the coffee on the small side table. I was alone and my thoughts were extremely loud with no way of calming them. Now I was in the safety of my own room silent tears rolled down my cheeks. This was a bittersweet moment.

Holding my head in my hands I let the tears fall, hoping if I got all of them out now then I wouldn’t embarrass myself in front of the press. However I wasn’t alone for long before there was a soft knock on the door.

“Nugget, it is only me.” Pierre’s voice appeared from the other side of the door. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” I breathed.

The moment he saw me in tears he rushed over to my side, dropping my backpack on the floor before engulfing me into a tight hug. He didn’t need to ask what all the tears were for, he knew. He knew how hard this was going to be for me, my first race as a Formula One driver without Jules cheering me on from the pits.

When I imagined this day I could see it so clearly, Jules and my Dad fighting with race engineers trying to take control of the radio and me fighting it out with Charles and Pierre on the track. At least one of those things would happen this weekend but once again I thought things would be completely different with me and Charles.

“Your Dad asked me to give you this.” Pierre whispered, taking my hand in his, pressing a kiss on my knuckles before passing me a small gift box and an envelope.

I choked on my breath as I saw my name written in the messy handwriting that belonged to Jules.

“I will leave you alone but you know where I am if you need me.” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

Once Pierre had left the room I let out a shaky breath as I slowly opened the envelope. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to read his words but I knew he would want me to read this before the race.

Ma douce fille, My Sweet Girl,

If you are reading this then unfortunately we both know that that means.

You know I would have done anything in my power to be there at your first race as a Formula One driver. Just like we both know that I would end up being kicked out of the garage for annoying everyone in the team.

I knew you would be able to do it, I remember when you never believed it but watching you grow up to find your confidence behind the wheel is something that I will always be proud of.

I don’t even have to be there to know that you are going to kick everyone’s asses out there. You have and always will be a force to be reckoned with when you put your mind to it.

Please remember to take a deep breath and slow down a little bit, I know that is ironic considering you will be driving at high speed but you only get your first race once so take a breath, maybe even a step back from the chaos that is a race weekend and take it all in.

This is a moment you will always remember so make it a special one.

When you get out there, forget everything, nothing else matters apart from you and the track. Just focus on that and you will do amazing. And if you don’t get a podium on your first race then so be it.

Remember I will always be there with you even if I’m not there. I will always be watching over you.

So go out there and drive like you have never driven before.

Tout mon amour. All my love

Uncle J xx

It was safe to say I couldn’t control the tears that were freely falling down my cheeks, feeling something drop into my lap. I placed the letter on my knee to investigate the item. The moment I picked it up more tears fell, I held the white and purple yarn bracelet between my fingers as a sad smile crossed my face. This was the bracelet that I made him when I was five years old, he never took it off, he wore it to every race.

Slipping the bracelet on my wrist I took a deep breath, wiping my cheeks with the sleeve of my hoodie I pushed myself to my feet, placing the letter in the front pocket of my back pack.

Quickly checking I had my phone on me I decided that it was time to go for a wander around the track. I had a routine when I was in the W-Series and I planned on carrying that on here. Grabbing my airpods from my backpack I pulled them out of the case, placing them in my ears before checking they were connected as I opened up spotify. Soon enough the sounds of my race playlist was filling my ears, I had no specific music that was in this playlist but it was all hype songs.

One thing I was sure of, I wasn’t looking forward to this press conference. No doubt they would start asking questions about mine and Charles’ relationship along with my past and the police record, so I needed to get my head in the game. The last thing I needed was to snap at the reporters at my first press conference.

Becky was true to her word and my mugshot and arrest record was making its way around the internet. I had read a couple of the articles that had appeared and I couldn’t help but laugh, they had stretched the truth out so much it was a joke. I had spotted her walking around the track with a smug grin on her face thinking she had won but in fact she wasn’t even close.

Luckily I hadn’t bumped into her yet this morning but that all changed when she walked past me, literally barging into me as she passed.

“You think you are so clever don’t you?” I shouted at her as I turned so I was facing her and walking backwards, I could feel Pierre cringe at my outburst. He knew I wasn’t going to be able to keep my cool around her now I had found out the truth.

“I’m not the one with an arrest record.” she smirked, walking closer to me.

“I will fucking wipe that smirk off your face.” I growled, taking one step closer, squaring up to her. “How's the nose by the way? Still broken?” I laughed coldly. “You are nothing but a fucking homewrecker and you time is fucking coming bitch.”

“Nugget, ce n'est ni le moment ni le lieu. Nugget, this is neither the time nor the place.” Pierre said as he wrapped his fingers around my arm dragging me away from Becky.

I decided to keep my mouth shut until we got far enough away.

“You have to spoil my fun, don’t you?” I pouted, as we came to a stop outside the press conference room.

“I want nothing more than to see you beating the living shit out of her but maybe not on trackside on your first race.” he said, running his hand over his face. “I get that you are angry, but you gotta be smart about this, hit her when she least expects it.”

Rolling my eyes at his comment, I knew he was right but that didn’t stop me from getting the urge to smack her around the face with a chair every chance I got.

Taking a deep breath, I fiddled with Jule’s bracelet before walking into the room, this was it. It felt like I was walking into the lion's den with no protection.

The moment I saw Charles it was like someone had lit my skin on fire.

Why couldn’t I just move on? Why did he have to have such a hold on me?

Pierre took his seat at the far end of the room leaving only one seat available between him and Charles. Whilst my back was turned to the reporters I quickly flipped Pierre off, rolling my eyes when he poked his tongue out at me. Silently I took my seat between both of them, it was now or never.

As everyone in the room fell silent I reminded myself of the words from Jules.

This is a moment you will always remember so make it a special one.

Looking up at the ceiling I ran my fingers over the bracelet, trying to focus on my breathing. This was my time to shine, my time to clear the air with the reports and most importantly my time to dominate this season and it all started right now.

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[flyingcakeee]

Me: Hope the F1 esports is cool!

F1 Esports: (in chronological order as I watch it)

Had to restart because two drivers were switched

Had to restart because the weather was worse than anticipated (full wet tyres rather than inters)

Aston Martin boys brought a Goku plush

Ugly and weird ass Kick Sauber livery but no VCARB livery it's still AlphaTauri

Only driver cam they showed was Jarno Opmeer (until like lap 13/36) but kept the chase cam on like 7 cars consistently

While track was obviously still wet, some drivers went onto hard tyres as a undercut gamble (probably went too early)

Both Alpine drivers got a 5 sec penalty for speeding in the pit lane... following Ocon's footsteps

While drivers pit for dry tyres, 2 drivers boxed for inters. Drs got enabled during their outlap.

Ferrari put on inters on one driver and meds on the other.. inters guy is not happy. Reportedly, it was the games fault, though. Could be the same for the Aston and Haas who were on inters.

Red Bull overtook for P2 by making contact with the Ferrari, nearly spun Ferrari out.

Ferrari driver who started on pole and mistakenly got put on inters got a speeding pen as well, probably a tale of standard Ferrari tho

More action than F1, unfortunately with the amount of times these cars have touched each other but also fortunately with the battles

Williams car has the new wheel model. For some context, currently F123 has the butterfly wheel for Williams as it was their wheel last year.

Undercuts didn't necessarily work and the 3 drivers who had a second set of inters on finished last, unable to recover. Pole sitter is in this group.

Red Bull win, Ferrari P2, Alpha Tauri P3. Red Bull driver may receive penalty.

Camera showing Longuet, the Ferrari driver who reportedly had the tyre bug, literally crying in his rig and everyone with a Ferrari shirt surrounding him and comforting him. Unfortunate for him, great team around. Pole to P20, horrific race.

This was only the Dutch GP, Austin still to come I believe.

Aston guys with Goku btw

[khaleesiofalicante]

I am not sure if you are aware of this but, there is this "butterfly effect" of Lewis Hamilton. Whenever he posts a shirtless picture, many changes happen to his rival F1 teams. For eg, the Ferrari team manager resigned few years ago when Lewis posted a shirtless video of him running on the beach. Then later, the technical engineer of Mercedes (who made the fastest car in 2018) was re-assigned this month to recreate the engines. AND TODAY!! after Lewis posted those shirtless gym posts, the Team Principal of Alpha tauri will step down after this season. Like, it's a thing on the internet nowadays that whenever Lewis posts a shirtless picture everyone excepts someone to resign. It's fucking hilarious tbh.

I do know about this!

The power of his titties are unmatched 😳😳😳

[sharedshield]

Listen, I know we all loved the grid being all rainbows and butterflies the last days, but now I want CARNAGE, I want BLOODSHED

I want ridiculous infighting in Maranello, I want fires and I want Binotto fired 2 weeks before testing and Vasseur stepping up (Charles will watch Binotto's car drive away from a window).

I want Checo not to be okay with RB's Verstappen first, Verstappen only-policy anymore, I want him to do anything to, if not sabotage, but not to help him anymore. I want RB to lose, moan about that it's because they had less time in the wind tunnel and everyone else be smug about it, saying, well, who's to blame for that??

I want the W14 be actually competitive, and I want George and Lewis being truly in the game, and racing each other, I want Lewis to win again (and maybe put George in his place a bit? Like make him deal with the driver who's been his idol all these years, the GOAT, with the fact that he's fighting a 7(8) times WDC, break him a little after he outscored Lewis this season).

I want Pierre and Esteban be absolutely at each other's throats, fights at the scale with Pierre hissing like a feral cat and Estie Bestie just smiling serenely at him.

I want Lando to realize he's not Zak Brown's favourite twink anymore and decide to instead be a problem(TM).

(Valterri and Guanyu are fine, I don't want them to fight, I just want them to wipe the floor with other midfield cars).

BUT I want Fernando and Lance both to be convinced to be the no. 1 driver and just taking each other out. Constantly. The amount of audacity that's gonna be in this team.

I want K-Mag and Hulkenberg bitch at each other on live TV, I want them to be the biggest problem possible for Steiner, I want him to curse his own existence for firing Mick and taking Hulkenberg on, I want more carnage than Grosjean caused during his whole career in F1 and Indy Car.

I want Yuki to absolutely not give a fuck about Alpha Tauri and Red Bull anymore, I want him to do what he wants when he wants it. Drop a dive bomb on Esteban to help Pierre? Go off, hun. (Dunno about Nyck yet, but I want him to regret leaving Mercedes for RB).

I want Alex to score points every race. I want him on the podium. I want his tank (lbr, it's not gonna be much better next year) to part the clouds of smoke and debries of all the fighting in front and I want him on the podium with George and Charles. I want him to be happy. I want him to be able to be a bitch. (Sargeant needs to be the new Latifi, we need someone like that.)

Okay, I'm done. Happy break everyone, let there be carnage in 2023.

[whump-or-whatever]

Whumptober Day 13

Prompts: Can’t make an omelette without breaking a few legs - fracture | dislocation | “are you here to break me out?”

Alternative prompt 8: made to watch

Fandom: Stargate SG-1

Context: Bern is an OC who is a shield tech expert in the Stargate world. (Prequel to Whumptober Day 11)

Summary: Bern, Jacob, and SG-1 are captured by a system lord and Bern is tortured for information about the off-world base.

• • •

It had started out as a relatively normal mission. Bern accompanied SG-1 and Jacob Carter to a planet called Norsfaduus. While they were at around the same level as Earth in all other regards, they possessed far more advanced shield technology. This was due to them crossing paths with an asteroid cluster on their way around their star, thus requiring the development of shield technology to avoid impact events. The result of their unique situation meant that the majority of resources were put into one line of inquiry, thus resulting in shield tech which would be beneficial in defending both the tauri and the tok’ra from the Goa’uld.

General Hammond agreed to send Bern along with SG-1 and Jacob because of their role as an engineer on the cutting edge of the defensive energy technology field. Bern had gotten to know SG-1 and Jacob in the briefing, and the fact that they generally followed orders and had a sense of humour seemed to put the others at ease.

Of course, with SG-1, nothing was ever as simple as expected. It turned out that the people of Norsfaduus were in league with the Goa’uld, and before they knew it the six of them were restrained and handed over to the servants of some unnamed system lord. They really all blended together by this point.

In any case, this was how they ended up in a large room which must have been a holding cell on a Goa’uld mothership. The Jaffa had taken Jacob away with hushed whispers of “tok’ra”. Bern and the four members of SG-1 sat in a row about 5 feet apart from each other. Each of them had manacles with chains running between their hands and feet. The chains were locked to metal rings on the floor.

Bern twisted the cold metal on their arm as they looked around the room curiously. “So, what now?”

Jack sighed. “Now we wait for some angry Jaffa to come in and poke us with sticks, throw rocks at us, you know, the works. And maybe if we’re lucky we’ll get an evil monologue from whichever big shot Goa’uld it is I’ve already forgot the name of this time.”

Bern’s eyebrows raised. “Sounds like a good time all around, then.”

“It is indeed likely that we will be interrogated.” Teal’c intoned.

At that moment the cell door opened and three Jaffa entered, closing the door behind them. Two took up positions on either side of the door. The third stepped into the middle of the room and addressed each of the captives in turn. “Colonel O’Neill, Major Carter, Daniel Jackson, the shol’va Teal’c, and this one I do not recognize.”

“Yeah, they’re new.” Jack piped up.

“Bern” they informed the Jaffa, clearly a first prime from his raised forehead marking.

He merely scoffed, returning his attention to the colonel. “You will tell us what we need to know, or you will suffer greatly.”

Jack put his arms out, rattling his chains. “All right, let’s go have a little chat.”

The first prime’s lips twitched up into a smirk. “Not you specifically, colonel. Jaffa!” He gestured towards Bern with his head.

Butterflies stirred up in Bern’s stomach, fear tingling it’s way through their body. The Jaffa to the left of the door strode towards them. They flinched away as he got within striking distance, but he only knelt down to unhook their chains from the ring on the floor.

The colonel shifted anxiously. “They’re just an engineer, they really won’t be able to tell you anything. Take me instead, I’ll make it worth your while.” He spoke in a tone that he hoped made his proposal sound enticing.

The lower Jaffa yanked on Bern’s chains, throwing them hard onto their elbows on the cold cement. Bern scrambled to move as he pulled them to the centre of the room. Here he reattached their handcuff chains to a metal ring on the top of a square post which stood around their chest height. Luckily the chain was long enough to nearly reach the ground, so they wouldn’t be stuck standing the entire time.

All of SG-1 bristled nervously. The first prime addressed O’Neill. “You will tell us the location of your off-world base, or their suffering will be on your head.”

Bern swallowed roughly, locking eyes with the colonel. They surreptitiously shook their head, indicating that he couldn’t give up the location of the alpha site. While O’Neill’s expression remained stony, Bern was certain he understood them perfectly.

Jack shifted his eyes to the first prime behind Bern. “We’re not gonna tell you squat.”

“So be it,” the leader said smugly. “Jaffa.”

Bern strained their neck backwards to see what was happening. The Jaffa on the right of the door stepped forward. Out of the corner of their eye Been saw in his hands a rope with what looked like a heavy ball of rope at the end. The Jaffa took up position directly behind them, the rope swinging menacingly as he moved.

Carter’s eyes grew wide as she anticipated what was about to happen. “No.”

“The location of your off-world site,” the first prime demanded.

Silence hung heavily in the cell, and the tension was palpable. The sound of whooshing air was Bern’s only warning before pain erupted across their back. They cried out in surprise, falling forward into the post. Their face made contact with the corner of the post before they could catch themself. Well, they thought, that’s going to leave a mark.

As they pulled themself back into a standing position Bern saw Sam cringing sympathetically. Jack shifted his jaw angrily and Daniel stared at his feet.

Bern shifted their shoulders experimentally, but quickly stilled as the movement shot bolts of white hot agony through their back. They groaned through gritted teeth.

“I will ask you again. Give me the location of the off-world base of the tauri.”

“How about we don’t and say that we did,” Bern suggested with a humorous smirk. Jack and Sam both let small smiles pass their lips. All were short-lived, however, as the Jaffa brought the rope down once more.

This time Bern was prepared for the pain, and they bit their lip to keep from crying out.

This went on for some time, the first prime asking the same question, silence or snippy remarks in response from the humans and friendly Jaffa present, the increasingly unbearable pain throbbing across Bern’s back and shoulders. By the time the Jaffa decided to call it quits, they were slumped down against the base of the post. Their eyes had been closed for the last 25 lashes or so, as they attempted to overcome the pain. Given that their eye had already swollen mostly shut, it must have been at least an hour.

Finally, the Jaffa left the cell. As Bern heard the heavy door clang shut, they let out a groan and slid down onto their side, the manacles digging painfully into their wrists which hung just a few inches above the floor.

“Bern,” Sam called out worriedly. Bern registered her voice, but they really didn’t feel like answering. Relief had flooded through them the moment they realized they were being given a break.

“Hey, Bern,” Jack barked forcefully. He whistled and snapped his fingers to get their attention.

Heaving a sigh, they forced themself to open their eyes. Jack’s face came into focus slowly, swimmingly. He flashed them an awkward smile. “How you feeling?”

Bern closed their eyes again. “Peachy,” they replied shortly.

SG-1 relaxed minutely. At least they still had their attitude.

“They must know we’ll never give up the alpha site,” Sam mused.

“They’re probably just stalling until they decide what to do with us,” Daniel suggested.

“Should an opportunity arise for escape, I believe it would be wise to take advantage of it,” Teal’c intoned.

O’Neill nodded. “We’ll have to find Jacob too.”

Sam failed to conceal her concern for her father. “Bern,” she called, trying to change the topic.

They opened their eyes.

“Just hang in there, okay?”

Bern nodded resignedly before closing their eyes and drifting off into a fitful sleep despite the ripples of pain rolling across their back.

• • •

Fin

[roll-a-troll]

Name: Mr. Wanshi Dapshw Ancestor: The Diabetes Strife Specibus: spatulakind Blood Color and Sign: Bronze; Tauries Handle: ghastlyAlbatross Lusus: ewema Pronouns: she/her and they/them Age: 28 sweeps Interests: butterfly watching and building Sexuality: uncertain Class: Lord Land: Land of Haze and Riddles, a muddy place, with depressed Brazilian Rainbow Boa consorts. It is a place full of faith and bottomless cliffs. Tethys loves this land like his own spawn.. Quirk: duplicate your i's via roll-a-troll https://ift.tt/EnirWsa, do as you please

[broadwaybutterfly310]

My 3 Starco girls from 3 different dimensions! I never posted Tauri and I just created Lyra today. I'm thinking about just posting sketches since digitalizing takes to long (and since the series is over, it feels like I'm some sort of timeline to post everything)

Carina was my first oc. I've changed her outfit and I'm gonna change her color palette, cheekmarks, and wand later.

Lyra is from the canon universe.

Tauri comes from a Tomstar universe where Star accidentally cheated with Marco while drunk after a fight with Tom (more on that later).

Even though I created Lyra today, I keep feeling like I've seen her tomorrow. So please tell me if there's a starco child that looks a lot like her. Don't want to accidentally plagiarize.

(Don't ask me why the drawings get slightly bigger)

[internetgremlin-writes]

91&93 for carlos!

91 - "Don't go on that date," "Why?" "You know why," "Say it,"

93 - "Say you want me and I'm yours,"

Right I've made you all wait long enough but it's time to pull the best boy out. I hope you like Spanish, angsty, intense Carlos because I most definitely do <3.

He was sulking.

He knew it was obvious, but he just couldn't bring himself to care. So what if the media made jokes about him and his facial expressions? Right now he felt like a joke anyway.

"Hey," he rolled his eyes at you, which was bad. You were the exception to everything when it came to Carlos, the only person aside from maybe Lando who could pull him back to himself when he got like this. But right now even the sight of you was annoying him. He was sitting in his driver's room, the trophy and the now-empty magnum of champagne at his feet.

"P2 is amazing," you speak gently, tapping his knee as you sit beside him. He thinks this is the first time in his life that your touch hasn't ignited butterflies in his stomach. "In Monaco, too," he didn't care where it was, he was sick of silver.

"Last year, it was good,"

"Don't start," you warned him. He knew he was pushing his luck, you were only there to support him. You shouldn't even be there, your navy and white Alpha Tauri polo clashing against the bright red of his new life. Part of him hated that you never jumped PR teams to stay close to him. But why did you need to? He was nothing more than a colleague you got on well with, you'd worked so well together all those years ago, but it was just a job. A work friend, but the kind you send a Christmas card to.

"It's embarrassing," he couldn't look at you when he spoke. His stomach was twisting and he hated himself for it. Jealousy was an ugly emotion. Anger and bitterness and living in a world of what-ifs were also ugly, and Carlos did his best to constantly avoid them. He liked it when he was the cool guy, the calm guy, the guy who let nothing bother him. The Smooth Operator. He hadn't felt like that in nearly a year.

He managed to look at you then, and his chest tightened along with his stomach. You had those big doe eyes, eyebrows pulled together and mouth drawn down in what he really hoped wasn't pity as he finally saw you. He knew what he looked like, his brown eyes would have that wild look about them and his jaw was set, pushing his lips out into even more of a pout. He sighed, the look on your face making him crack just a fraction.

"I just wanna win," those four words had been haunting him. Since McLaren really, when he finally broke away from Max's shadow of his incredible rookie year. And now it was his second year in Ferrari and sure, he'd had a good share of podiums, and yes this year they were coming in thick and fast and things were looking great. But he just couldn't seem to win. Every time he got close, like today, something happened. He was usually okay with making mistakes, everybody cracks under pressure, and accidents happen. But when it wasn't his fault, like when he lost the lead due to a lapped car, it felt personal.

And then there was Charles, who was that bit better in the new car than him. He couldn't compete with the speed, he couldn't balance the car as well, and he didn't have the urge to beat Max into submission like his teammate did. Everyone at Ferrari had branded him as the less competitive driver since the moment he signed that contract.

Your voice pulled him back down to earth. He'd been zoning out a lot lately.

"I know,"

"Don't say it," he pleaded. Because he was sick of hearing it. Everybody told him 'your time will come', but the only thing he had in response was 'but when?' You patted him on the shoulder, your touch sparking a little bit of warmth when you squeezed.

"I wouldn't dare,"

That made him smile because it reminded him that there was always someone in his corner. Someone who didn't care about his mistakes, who didn't need or want him to prove anything more. Someone who was proud of him for everything he'd achieved, who wasn't still waiting to see what he might do. You knew him, for him. You knew Carlos the way he liked people to know him, the way he let so few people actually know him.

Even your presence in the room was making him feel more like himself. He leant to the side to gently knock your shoulder, before sitting up a little straighter and running a hand through his hair, taking advantage of the sweat still clinging to it to push it out of his eyes. He didn't care how many times he was asked to, he would never cut his hair.

You pulled him into a hug, even though he was still sweaty from the race. Your touch made him melt, your small arms wrapped around his waist felt better than anything else. Carlos allowed himself a second to drop his chin onto the top of his head and inhale your scent. You pulled away first, of course you did. For a second you stayed close, your arms still around his waist as you looked up into his eyes and Carlos felt his breath hitch in his throat because god, it would have made so much sense to kiss you right then. But he didn't, because you didn't want that. You didn't want him like that. You were friends. He had to remind himself every time he saw you.

But it didn't mean he couldn't push his luck. And technically, the party was at least in part for him. Plus, technically, you worked for Red Bull, to which the other two podium holders belonged.

"Are you coming to the after-party tonight?" He tried to sound casual, busying himself with sorting through an already-folded pile of polo shirts as he spoke. You didn't reply, and your silence spoke volumes. Carlos felt his heart sink once more as he turned to you, trying to keep the pain out of his features. He was cool, he was casual, he didn't care if a friend couldn't come to his party. He didn't even really want to be at the party.

You looked strange. Were you uncomfortable? You kept shifting your weight and you wouldn't meet his eye. You looked, and shit his stomach churned because you looked guilty.

"Um, actually I can't make it tonight," oh. Oh. You had plans. That was okay, you were allowed plans. But it didn't feel okay and if Carlos had been sulking before he was all but having an internal tantrum now because he didn't give a shit about the party, not if you weren't going to be there.

"Why?" He was asking you before he could stop himself. He didn't want to intrude, he didn't want to force you to say it but there was a sick voice in the back of his head that just had to know.

"I, um, I'm going on a date,"

A date.

The word hung like a bullet in the air. Carlos' mind was racing, and for once he couldn't find the words in English or Spanish. He nodded, eyes trained on the floor because he couldn't bring himself to look at you. Not without imagining the guy taking you out, and that made him sick. You made an excuse about being expected back with your own team and went to leave. But it didn't feel right. It was too formal, too final. Suddenly, Carlos was stricken by a sickening thought. If you went out with this guy, if you dated him, this would be the last time he saw you like this. He didn't even know if he'd get to see you alone again.

It was sheer selfishness that made him call out to you to stop.

He knew he had those big pleading eyes, and hell, he wasn't above using them. If he had to get on his knees and beg for you in that moment he would have without question.

"Don't go on that date," you were staring at him like he was speaking a foreign language and for a split second, he thought he'd spoken in Spanish. You didn't move, your expression not changing as your crossed your arms and stood in his doorway.

"Why?" Shit. Did you want him to say it? Really? He hadn't expected you to just jump into his arms but he didn't think you'd want to drag a confession out of him.

"You know why," the desperation in his tone made him sick. He'd never been like this with anyone before. But you - you were something else. He was kicking himself that it took you telling him you had plans with someone else to say something. You'd softened your expression, your face morphing back to that sorry look you'd had earlier. Great, so you were pitying him again. You dropped your arms, and the next words from you were barely a whisper. If Carlos wasn't so incredibly tuned into you he would have missed it.

"Say it,"

"I want you," it didn't matter anyway. And you deserved to know. "Every day, all the time. I want you,"

"Oh," it was more a rush of air than a word. But Carlos was on a roll and he didn't care. Why not pour fuel on the fire? He'd ruined the friendship already.

"You want me to say it? Fine. I will. I want you. All you ever have to do is say you want me, and I'm yours," He was panting. You were staring at him like he was a stranger. He could see your mind turning, and as desperate and as frightened as he was he respected it. You hadn't come here for a confession. He waited as your eyes scanned the entire room, and then him, and then your feet.

"I need to go and cancel my date,"

Carlos had never heard words so sweet.

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ONLY HAVE EYES FOR YOU PT. 3 ||C.S||

Hiiiiii everyone! Thank you all for being so patient while I got this part out! I hit a block but i’m pretty proud of this part!! I know there’s lots of Pierre but the next part will be ALL about Carlos, maybe even from his POV ? Send me suggestions and as always, send me all your thoughts and criticisms :) I hope you enjoy!! 5.6k

Part 1, Part 2

warnings: SMUT (more pierre), google translate french, minors dni

Things with Pierre had only gotten better since you hooked up. You hadn’t known what to expect waking up the next day, but when you woke to find Pierre’s lips kissing down your stomach to wake you up you were excited. You were at a loss for words watching him pull your legs over his broad shoulders and getting a taste of you. From that night on the two of you were spending a lot more time together. You tagged along with him to group hangouts, hung out at each other’s flats and really became close. Even though you weren’t sure what to call this relationship, you felt happy. Things were easy with Pierre, at the moment you were simply two adults that found each other attractive and enjoyed each other’s company.

You still hadn’t heard from Carlos, both of you still too stubborn to reach out to the other. You still kept up with him online, even if you told Luisa that you didn’t even really think of him anymore, that was far from the truth. Little things reminded you of him, random things that would have no meaning if not for him. You would pass a street corner and think about a moment where you and Carlos had stood there together. You’d hear a song on the radio and be transported back to a moment where you and him were singing along to the same song at the top of your lungs, Carlos no doubt getting the lyrics wrong each time. As happy as you claimed you were, moments like those made your heart ache slightly, not only missing Carlos but missing your best friend.

Despite joining in with Pierre quite a bit these days you were still taken aback when he invited you to the race that weekend with him. You couldn’t even remember a time where you hadn’t gone to a race exclusively supporting Carlos, even just Ferrari. The idea of being brought along was something that made the butterflies in your stomach flutter and you agreed almost immediately. You had to work up until Saturday night so you promised him you’d join him for the actual race on Sunday and started mentally preparing yourself for showing up with Pierre and what that entailed.

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You felt out of place almost immediately, stepping into the paddock with Pierre instead of Carlos. You were so used to being decked out head to toe in 55 merch but today you had a blue number 10 shirt on, some jeans and some matching tennis shoes. You followed behind Pierre and found yourself turning towards the Ferrari garage before you quickly corrected your course and followed Pierre to the Alpha Tauri garage. This would definitely take time to get used to, though with the way things seemed to be going with Pierre you didn’t think anything would change. As you entered the garage, Pierre led you to his driver room. It was set up the same as Carlos’, only decorated differently. “Mon ange, if I have a good race I think i’ll take you right here.” Pierre smirks, pointing to the couch in the room. Your cheeks tint pink and you bite your lip, shaking your head at how blatant he was. “Then I hope you have the best race of your life.”

You made your way around the paddock while Pierre sat in on driver meetings and strategy discussions. You noticed Luisa up ahead and went to run up to her before realizing who was next to her. Donned in a red Ferrari tee shirt with a big 55 on the back was Melissa, the last person you wanted to see. You frowned a bit to yourself, mind quickly thinking back to all the times you came to races just to support Carlos. You suppose you couldn’t be too upset, you were there in another man’s number but it still caused a twinge of pain in your heart to think about. You walk over, slipping your arms around Luisa’s waist from behind and laying your head on her shoulder. You greeted the two girls who were on their way to Ferrari headquarters for lunch. They invited you and after sending Pierre a quick text telling him where to meet you after his meetings you followed them inside.

You felt the urge to hide the moment you stepped inside the building, anxiety filling your stomach as you thought about seeing Carlos. It was the longest you had gone without seeing each other before, with the last time being movie night. You had no reason to feel nervous but suddenly the thought of seeing Carlos and not being in Ferrari red had you feeling uncomfortable. Where normally your stress would melt away when you saw your best friend, it was different now and the moment your eyes landed on him your feet stopped you in place for a moment.

He had let his hair keep growing out and had a light dusting of facial hair on his chin. You had probably told him a few too many times that you preferred his hair longer and that you found his jaw unshaved super sexy. All those times you were usually drunk and you only found out you said such things the next day from someone else. Trying to ignore how good he looked, you glanced around to see who else was joining the rest of you for lunch. You greeted Charles, giving him a small hug before greeting Charlotte as well. You turn to Carlos and almost go in for a hug, when you notice Melissa wrap her arm around his waist you stepped back and force a small smile. “Hi, Carlos. Good to see you.” You wished at that moment that you were anywhere but there.

Luckily the conversation was cut short by Luisa pulling you down to sit next to her at the table. You gave her an appreciative look and let yourself relax, that was until Melissa sat in front of you with Carlos right next to her. You could feel his eyes on your shirt and almost like she read both of your minds, Melissa asked you whose number you were wearing. You hesitated a bit, avoiding the brown eyes you desperately wanted to fall into. “Oh, uh. It’s Pierre’s number. I left all my Ca-Ferrari merch at my house and I was…um.” You trailed off, wincing as you tried to make it not sound like you had been at Pierre’s the night before. “Yeah, he just invited me so I figured I could support him. My heart will always belong with Ferrari though.” You said before you could even think about it, the table going quiet as you looked down at your fingers.

Luisa spoke up then and you shook your head to somehow tru and erase the embarrassment from what just happened. To onlookers, there wouldn’t have been a second thought but in the little group of all your friends everyone knew what those words actually meant. Risking a glance at Carlos, you saw his eyes focused solely on the table as if something so important was happening there. It was a relief but maybe you had hoped to see something in his eyes when you made that comment.

Only moments later you heard the door swing open and footsteps coming closer behind you until strong arms were wrapped around your shoulders. You freeze for a moment, turning to smile up at Pierre whose meeting had ended earlier than it was suppose to. He kisses your cheek and takes the empty seat next to you. “Bonjour beautiful, having lunch with the enemy, eh?” He asks, raising an eyebrow and not so subtly eyeing Carlos. Of course you still hadn’t admitted your feelings for Carlos to anyone but Luisa but the group knew of the strong feelings between the both of you and now the awkward history of what had transpired.

You couldn’t help but be endeared by the public display of affection though, not used to being shown off the way Pierre seemed to enjoy showing you off. “Hi Pierre.” You say quietly, leaning against his side a bit to kiss his cheek right back. Across the table Melissa had a huge smile on her face. “Oh you guys are /so/ cute!” She says, nudging Carlos’ arm. “Aren’t they cute babe?” She asks. Carlos clears his throat awkwardly, nodding slowly. “Yup. Cute.” He confirms, eyes not ever leaving the plate in front of him. The rest of the table spoke up in agreement, everyone except Charles who had a confused look on his face at the interaction before him.

The rest of lunch went by without anymore awkward situations and before you knew it you were following Pierre to AT so he could get ready for the race. You scrolled through random apps on your phone while he got ready and once it was close to race start you found yourself in the family area of the garage, watching everything unfold on the screens. It was lights out and as you tried to put all your focus on Pierre your eyes would constantly look to the timing screens, watching the number 55 go around the track. You could tell almost immediately Carlos’ race wasn’t great, feeling the frustration that he had to be feeling when two of his competitors passed him two laps in a row.

Somewhere towards the end of the race Carlos was just ahead of Pierre but on the very final lap you watched as Pierre engaged DRS and overtook Carlos before getting the checkered flag. You checked the final spots and immediately dreaded watching the podium. Charles in P1, Pierre in P2, and Carlos behind him in P3. You felt weird making your way below the podium watching Carlos pull into his spot first. You smile, momentarily forgetting the situation between the two of you and preparing yourself for him to run up to you and hug you. His eyes landed on you and you spread your arms, ready as ever. You see hesitation in his eyes as he smiles awkwardly, nearly turning 90 degrees away from you where Melissa was in the crowd waiting for him.

You let your arms fall, the smile on your face falling with it as you watched Carlos pull her into his arms the same way he used to you. You couldn’t help the ache in your heart at the fact that he wouldn’t even hug you now, especially after such a spectacular result for him. You felt the tears well in your eyes but you felt yourself being pulled into a hug and spun around. Pierre’s scent filled your senses and you let yourself relax into his touch. The excitement for the French man in front of you quickly overpowered any disappointment you were feeling from Carlos almost completely ignoring you.

You congratulate Charles quickly before stepping back to watch Pierre up on the podium. You watch his cocky grin as he walks over to the second podium, smiling down at the crowd and giving you a wink. You give a weak clap when they call Carlos’ name but all of your focus is now on Pierre. As he walks off the stage, he tilts his head toward the garage and your stomach filled with butterflies. You walk over to let Luisa know that you’ll be busy for the next little bit and you saunter your way towards the driver’s rooms.

You glance around to make sure you were alone before stepping into Pierre’s room. Your stomach flipped in excitement at the thought of the events that would be happening in just a moment. You try to find a place to sit and wait, finally settling down on the couch to wait for Pierre. After making his way through the celebrations going on, doing his press conference and speeding his way through a debrief you finally heard the lock click and the door open. You put your phone to the side, sitting up straight as you watched him walk in.

He walks towards you and towers over you sitting on the couch, the look on his face telling you everything you needed to know. “Open.” He orders, your mouth falling open at his command. “C’est bien.” He smiles, sticking a finger in your mouth that you immediately wrapped your lips around. You used your tongue to swirl around the digit, happily accepting the next finger into your mouth. You reach down to pull off your shirt but you feel Pierre’s free hand stop you. “Keep it on, you look so sexy in it.” He smirks, pushing your hair out of your face as he admired you. You started undoing the buttons on your jeans, standing up to work your way out of them while staying focused on the fingers in your mouth.

Once your jeans were thrown to the floor you began to help Pierre out of his race suit and fireproofs. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, much to your disappointment. That was until he pulled the hair tie off of your wrist, reaching up and putting your hair into a sloppy ponytail. He gives it a soft tug, chuckling at the noise that left your mouth. “Good girl.” He murmurs, leaning in to press his lips to your neck. The roughness he was using would result in multiple marks across your skin for sure but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, in that moment wanting everyone in the paddock to see the way he was claiming you as his.

Grabbing your waist, he presses your chests together for a moment. He uses his knee to push your legs open a bit, softly pushing you down until you were sat back on the couch with your legs spread for him. You stare up at him and see him kneeling in front of you, watching the panties you were wearing being pulled off and thrown to the floor. “Gotta get you ready to take me, yeah? Gonna be my trophy?” He asks, leaning in to flatten his tongue against your center. Your reply was caught in your throat when you felt his tongue start to move against you, his large hands gripping your sides as though you’d disappear if he let go.

If you had been in your right mind, you would have worried that the walls were too thin and that everyone could hear you but the way you were showing Pierre how good he was making you feel was through these loud moans that you were unable to keep down. The way Pierre worked his tongue along with his facial hair rubbing against your thighs as he did so drove you crazy. You could, and you have come just from his tongue and he could get you there quicker than anyone you’ve been with in the past. You whine when he pulls away, hearing Pierre just chuckle at the pitiful noise. “Don’t worry, mi amor.” He shushes, helping you to a sitting position on the couch rather than laying back on it like you had been.

You waited as patiently as you could as he walked over to grab a condom from his bag, watching with wide eyes as he removes his boxers and comes to a halt in front of you. He didn’t need to ask you anything, you were immediately leaning over and wrapping your lips around his cock. You let your eyes flutter shut as he thrusts in and out of your mouth with a lazy yet determined rhythm. After a few moments of that he pulls his cock out of your mouth, fingers brushing against your skin slowly as he did so and bringing goosebumps to the surface. You were desperate for him, hips thrusting up from the couch for any sort of relief. He tears the condom wrapper with his teeth, sliding it onto his member before he leans down to situate the both of you. You felt the tip brush along your folds, watching him with wide eyes as you waited for his next move.

“Such a good girl for me, y/n. Un si beau trophée pour moi, je pense que je gagnerais chaque semaine si tu étais mon prix.” You felt him press his cock into you then, both of your moans aligning as he fills you up slowly. Once he comes to the hilt, his hand slides up your chest and behind your head, gripping your ponytail once again, his other hand landing a slap against your ass before gripping your hip to steady himself. “Please Pierre” You beg, attempting to roll your hips against his before your hair was being tugged to stop your movements. “Be patient, mon amour, want to take my time with you.” He warns, your face falling into a pout despite knowing its wouldn’t work on him.

The moment he started moving his hips your jaw dropped, along with your head a bit until his hold on your ponytail tightened to keep your head up as he fucked you. With each thrust of his hips the volume of your moans would increase, a mix of curses and Pierre’s name leaving your mouth with each stroke. Along with your moans, you tried to focus on the grunts leaving Pierre’s mouth that would sometimes morph into small whines. He speeds up his thrusts, taking his hand off of your ponytail and wrapping it around your throat. He pulls you up so you are chest to chest as he fucks into you.

Your head falls onto his shoulder as the hand not around your throat held you in place, the two of you neared your orgasms. A few more moments and your climax overtook you, grateful for the couch underneath you as your legs had nearly given out underneath you. Instead of stopping, the hand on your throat moved down to hold your hips tightly. You lean forward to grip his shoulders, lips finding their way to press against his as you feel a second climax come over you as Pierre’s hit him. His final thrusts were sloppy, getting you both through your orgasms before his hips came to a stop.

After a moment to take it all in, Pierre slowly pulled out, removing the condom and tying it, tossing it into the bin quickly before sitting back against the couch. You settled yourself down to sit next to him, taking deep breaths to regulate your breathing. “You can bring me to any race you want.” You murmur, the both of you bursting out laughing. You both took your time to cool off, eventually getting dressed and getting all of his things packed up. Now that your brain was clearer you were suddenly overcome with embarrassment at how loud you had just been, only hoping no one had heard. You left the driver room behind him, giving him a small kiss on the cheek before going to find Luisa so the two of you could go to dinner.

Pierre on the other hand was going out to a get together for the drivers at a different restaurant. He walked in with somehow even more confidence than he normally had, second place hat backwards on his head and a smirk on his face. Most of the drivers were there, including Carlos to celebrate his podium. Since the moment he got out of the car he had been thinking about you, replaying the look on your face when you waited for a hug from him and the way it fell completely when he turned away. He couldn’t explain what had gone through his head when that happened, images of your post race hugs filling his mind before they were replaced by thoughts of you congratulating Pierre in the same way. Pulling Melissa into a hug wasn’t the same, feeling awkward and forced. He hadn’t even wanted to bring her to the race but he felt like he had no option. When he had turned and seen you hugging Pierre, the genuine smile on your face stung a bit despite the fact that he had taken it off your face only a moment before.

Pierre greets the table consisting of Charles, Carlos, Lando, and George before sitting down next to Charles. “We have our three podium sitters here! Cheers to you lads!” George spoke up, lifting up a drink in cheers. “How did you guys celebrate?” He asks, Charles speaks up and explains that Ferrari had a small celebration for both of their drivers with some cake and champagne. When it was Pierre’s turn he licked his lips a bit, smirking as he thought back to how he had celebrated. “Let’s just say I had an even better trophy waiting for me back in my driver room.” He chuckles.

Charles raises an eyebrow, confusion clear on his face as he racks his brain over what it could be. Carlos immediately felt a pit in his stomach, knowing immediately what Pierre had meant by that. “Oh! wait, what?” Charles asks and everyone at the table besides Carlos laughs. Pierre chuckles “I had a pretty little y/n waiting for me to congratulate me, Charles.” He smirks. Realization shows on his face and he glances at Carlos quickly before looking down at his drink. Carlos’ eyes were also stuck on his drink almost angry at the way Pierre was speaking about you.

Everyone at the table was aware of what had transpired, considering not long ago they were all rooting for you and Carlos to get together finally. Well, almost everyone. George wasn’t fully aware of the background, hearing this for the first time. “Oh shit, you and y/n? Congrats, mate! I know you’ve had a little crush on her for a while, good job!” He says, the table staying quiet at the well meant but awkward congrats. Pierre nods “Thanks mate, I got lucky for sure. I’m sure everyone in the garage heard too the noises she was making.” He smirks.

Carlos gripped his drink tighter, gritting his teeth together in frustration. Not only was Pierre doing things to you that Carlos had only dreamt of, but he was also being so cocky about it, as though you were simply there for his pleasure. Lando notes his discomfort and probably for the first time ever he was able to change the subject and not worsen the situation. Meanwhile you were finishing up dinner with Luisa when she got an invitation to go out and celebrate with the guys. She invited you to come along and after ending your time at the race on such a high you were quick to say yes.

The celebrations moved to a club in town, one specifically with a VIP section for the drivers. You decided to dress in a baby blue dress of Luisa’s with black heels that showed off your legs in the best way. You wore your hair down to help cover the marks on your neck along with a couple layers of concealer. Some were so dark that even multiple layers didn’t cover them and you just hoped no one would notice. The two of you Uber to the restaurant before moving through the crowd towards the section the drivers were in. All eyes were on you as you walked through the crowded bar, blushing slightly at all the attention you were receiving.

Once you got to the private area, the drivers whistled and cheered at the two of you, causing you and Luisa to laugh at the boys. You watch Pierre stand up to greet you and your eyes land on Carlos, his eyes very clearly avoiding your own. You hoped the disappointment wasn’t clear on your face when Pierre wrapped an arm around you. You half paid attention to his words, longing for any sort of attention from Carlos. You cursed yourself for even hoping for anything after having had such a good day with Pierre. You followed Pierre to the bar to get some drinks before the night felt like it was getting started.

A while later you were feeling tipsy, on the verge of drunk when you left the dance floor. You had been dancing with Pierre all night but the heels you had picked out were now hurting your feet and you needed to sit. Prompted by the alcohol in your veins, you felt like you had little choice as you went to sit in a booth right next to Carlos. You note the multiple glasses on the table, as though he was nursing some beers all night. You knew that wasn’t his style so it surprised you. “Hi.” You smile, admiring his skin against the dark of his suit jacket and the lights in the club. Being the only other one in the seat Carlos couldn’t avoid you for long, mumbling a small hi in response while also trying to not make too much eye contact.

“I never got to properly congratulate you for your podium, I was so happy you got up there. It’s always nice seeing your name up that high.” You smile sweetly, having no urge to confront him for ignoring you when he got out of the car. “Oh, uh. Yeah, thanks. I’m pretty happy.” He lies, you both knew it was a lie too. “Seemed like you had plenty to celebrate with Pierre.” He mumbles and you furrow your eyebrows, upset at his comment. He definitely was tipsy, if not a little more like you were. “That’s not really fair. I tried to congratulate you Carlos…you went to Melissa…” You trailed off, sitting back against the booth with your arms folded, a small pout on your lips.

For the first time in ages it was difficult for you to read the way Carlos was feeling. On one hand you wondered if he was jealous that you showed up to a race with Pierre. That could be it, though that just brought up some anger in you. Carlos, who hadn’t spoken to you in weeks had no right to be jealous that you showed up with someone else. You didn’t want to cause a fight though, or bring up the issues the two of you were having. Especially when you guys were talking for the first time in a long while. Instead you laid your head on his shoulder, yawning slightly. You notice his shoulders tense for a moment before relaxing again. “I just miss you.” You said quietly, a rush of pushed down feelings coming over you when his cologne overcame your senses.

You felt at ease, despite the conversation you had been having with him. For a brief moment everything felt like it was back to normal with him and you knew he felt it too. “Oh my god, I just remembered. You owe me like, 10 episodes of that dumb show you introduced me to! I don’t even remember the name but I’ve been trying to watch it and not being able to ask you questions about it has been awful.” You groan, feeling him chuckle against you. “Okay, okay we will have a marathon soon.” He smiles, feelings tugging at his heart strings at the moment of normalcy. “Ojala me miraras como lo miras a el.” He whispers, the longing clear in his voice. You recognized a few of the words he spoke but the alcohol was seriously messing with your thought process.

Unable to process the sentence you brushed it off, knowing Carlos he had said it in Spanish specifically so you couldn’t understand what he had said. You made a mental note to keep up on learning Spanish to surprise him, grabbing your drink and downing it quickly before turning back to face Carlos. You noticed his eyes wander across your neck and you prayed the concealer was doing it’s job well to hide the marks. You didn’t regret sleeping with Pierre, but just the idea of Carlos knowing about it gave you a sick feeling in your stomach.

Standing up from the booth you felt yourself grow a bit dizzy, the last of that drink hitting your already tipsy system. Carlos reaches out and places a hand on your lower back, sending chills across your skin. You glance around, noticing everyone else was busy before asking Carlos to help you to the bathroom. He silently nodded, slipping an arm around your waist to help hold you up as you made your way to the restrooms. You definitely could have made it yourself but selfishly you didn’t want this interaction with Carlos to end. Once you made it, he promised to wait in the hallway for you. A few minutes later you were exiting the bathroom and notice the top few buttons of Carlos’ button up with undone, sending chills up your spine.

You walked over to him, wrapping a hand around his arm and kissing his cheek. “Thank you.” You smile, giggling at the confused look on his face. Neither of you looked away, unsure of what either of you were looking for in the other’s eyes you noticed Carlos lean in towards you. If someone asked him later, the alcohol coursing through his veins urged him to actually go in for this first, albeit tipsy kiss. Your heart raced before feeling like it stopped completely as you felt his lips brush over yours. What the fuck was happening? Was Carlos actually kissing you? You never believed in the cliches of fireworks going off when you kissed the person you were meant to be with, that sparks would fly between the two of you. You were proven wrong when his lips were pressed against yours fully and your knees nearly gave out under you.

Carlos’ hands held your waist, your own sliding up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. If could have been a few seconds or a few minutes when you finally pulled away, eyes tearing up at the overwhelming emotions you were feeling. Carlos’ eyes matched yours and you took a few moments to gather your thoughts. “Carlos…” You breathe out, voice breaking a bit. He shakes his head slowly “Shh, shh. I’m so sorry.” He whispers and you bite down on your lip. “I want to…fuck, I really want to Carlos. I have for ages, but…Pierre..” You mumble, feeling torn between your constant feelings for Carlos and also your newfound relationship with Pierre.

Carlos glances out at the club floor, raising an eyebrow and pointing to the spot where Pierre was dancing with another girl on the floor. You weren’t sure what happened at that moment, the combination of all the emotions you had felt that day bubbled up until finally you felt tears sliding down your cheeks. “I’m, i’m sorry I have to get out of here.” You say, giving him an apologetic look before pushing past him and across the floor towards the exit. He turns to watch you, about to go follow you out when he sees Pierre excuse himself from the girl he was dancing with to follow you out. Carlos didn’t know what to do, still trying to process the way he just finally went for it and kissed you.

While Carlos wrestled with his feelings and whether to run after you, you were sitting on a curb outside with your head in your hands as you cried. You feel someone sit next to you, you peek out and recognize Pierre’s shoes. You feel his jacket cover your shoulders and you look up at him, sure that your makeup was smudged underneath your eyes. “What happened?” He asks, his sweet interior coming out with genuine concern in his eyes. In reality he had seen you and Carlos in the booth, then seeing him follow you to the bathroom as well. Even though he wasn’t sure what that was about, it was more than clear to him who you really wanted.

“I, I’m just confused.” You say quietly, rubbing your eyes a bit. You wanted to be able to say that you were upset seeing Pierre dancing with another girl, but that was the least of your concerns at the moment. He speaks up then, taking your hand and squeezing it lightly. “It’s always been him, yeah?” He asks, your eyes meeting his in confirmation. You just nod slowly, scrunching up your nose to try and hold back more tears threatening to spill. Pierre nods and wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side to comfort you. This only caused the tears to fall even harder than before. “Shh shh it’s okay, it’s okay.” He whispers, wiping your tears away. “I understand. I see the way you look at each other.” He admits. “I’m sorry.” You say quietly and he shakes his head quickly. “No, no. It’s okay, we had fun, yes?” He asks with a cheeky smile. “It was fun but it’s always been the two of you. Since you met.” He smiles, squeezing your hand once more.

“Can you take me home?”

Once Carlos had finally decided to say fuck it and follow you outside he caught a glimpse of your blue dress as you climbed into Pierre’s car with him before driving off. He watched in defeat for a moment before thinking back to the kiss. He curses when he realized he couldn’t be driving in the condition he was in. He rushes into the club, searching for Lando who hadn’t been drinking and begged him to take Carlos to the hotel. He hoped you were there, also hoping that you were alone despite leaving with Pierre. The kiss kept replaying in his mind, his heart racing every time he saw it in his head. Lando tried to ask questions, tried to get any sort of answers out of him but Carlos was too focused on what he was going to say when he saw you, and what he would do if you weren’t alone.

[windrush-child]

This Ain't Ordinary Life 6

Straight up melted when I wrote this, I hope you h*es enjoy it as much as I did. Filth warnings apply as usual. You guys rock by the way, I love reading your messages.

Summary: You're a rookie driver for Alpha Tauri, hungry to show what you're capable of. The currently reigning champion Lewis Hamilton is just as hungry, but for something different, though.

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The morning after was... well, kind of terrible. You had woken up when you'd felt a big hand squeezing your arm. The harsh rays of sunlight coming in through the window had nearly made your head explode, and if it hadn't been for Lewis squeezing you a second and a third time, you would've shut your eyes again and put your head under the pillow to accept certain death. Lewis had snuck both of you out of the venue before noon, somehow managing to get you into the passenger seat of his car which was parked in the underground garage, without being seen or photographed. Well, except for Max and Charles who you had encountered sleeping on the stairway, but it was not like they would've remembered that, anyway. After finally arriving in Lewis' home, you beelined straight to his bed and slowly, very carefully, lowered yourself into it. Your head felt like someone had tried to rearrange it with a sledgehammer, it was so bad that you thought you wouldn't survive the drive here. Lewis entered the bedroom, quiet on his feet, and sat down on the edge of the bed. When the mattress shook a little, you groaned in pain. "Mhmm..." "Oh, dear." Lewis said in return, kind of having to bite back a smirk as he listened to you moan into the pillow. "Come on, take this." he added softly and held his hand in front of your face. Thankful, you picked the Aspirin out of it, and obediently downed it with a few sips from the glass of water that Lewis held to your lips. After that, he peeled off your dress, heels, and everything else you were wearing, and tucked your body into a blanket. "See you in a few hours." he whispered, a smile on the corner of his lips, and gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Sleep well." "Thank you, baby." you mumbled pitifully and soon passed out on the bed, the kiss leaving a subtle tingle on your skin. Lewis took the opportunity to freshen himself up while you caught up on some sleep. He got rid of his clothes and all his jewellery and stepped into the bathroom. The reflection he saw in the mirror showed a tired but content face, the signs of a long, exhilarating night, as well as a little bite mark he spotted on his shoulder. Lewis gently trailed a finger over it and smiled to himself. As the hot water trickled down on his skin, soaking him from hair to toe, Lewis closed his eyes and let his mind wander to the events of last night, still unable to fully grasp what he had done. He should've been shocked by how little it had taken for his self-control to falter, after he had tried so hard to be stoic and forget about you in the past weeks - but deep down, Lewis knew himself. Because the moment he saw you walk into the venue in that dress yesterday, as cheesy as it sounded, he'd known in his heart that it was over for him. Lewis poured some shampoo on himself and started lightly scrubbing his skin, trying to get the stiff feeling out of his muscles with the soothing motion of his fingers. There were still so many things that had been left unsaid between you. All those sleepless nights of missing you and thinking of you, wishing he could've just given you a call or a text like everything was back to normal - he hadn't mentioned a single word to you about those things. He couldn't lie, the thought of telling you gave him nervous butterflies in the stomach. But he had to do it, it was long overdue. Shit, he'd nearly beaten somebody up yesterday for a meaningless kiss at a party. Lewis had been making a right fool out of himself lately, and it was slowly becoming impossible to explain his way out of it. He just prayed that you would be willing to forgive him for walking out on you, completely out of the blue like that, and that you'd believe him when he'd say that all of this wasn't just an impulsive act of jealousy. Lewis turned off the stream of water and leaned his forehead against the stone wall of his shower for a few moments. If he truly wanted to show you how much you meant to him, he had to do it the right way. ______________

When you had woken up in the late afternoon, you had found yourself all alone in a quiet apartment. The headache, thank goodness, had gotten a lot better the past three hours. You could barely feel the remnants of your hangover anymore. Slowly shaking off the sleepiness, you took your time to give your body a nice stretch, making sure to get rid of all the tension as you sprawled out your limbs on the bed like a cat. You were actually a little bit glad that Lewis wasn't here to see it, because you were pretty sure you looked very silly doing it. As you sat up, you noticed that there was a hoodie and a pair of shorts folded at the bottom of the bed. They were his, he must've laid them out for you. A smile took over your face. That was pretty sweet of him. Shielding you from the paps earlier and letting you catch up on some sleep in his bed was too, although you weren't exactly sure why he did all of this. Matter of fact, you hadn't really spoken a word to him yet. The drive to his home had been mostly silent, Lewis had probably figured that you hadn't been in the best state of mind for a conversation. Was this just a set-up, after all? A last act of kindness so he could let you down gently? Last night, you had felt something you hadn't ever felt with Lewis before. It had overwhelmed you, in a way you didn't fully understand, to experience something so intense with him. To have him hold you and take you as if you were a long-lost love that he'd finally found again, after years of searching and yearning - it had left you at a loss for words. And when you closed your eyes right here and now, you could still feel the places inside your body where he had been. Suddenly, this bed felt too big. It hurt when you glanced over to your side and had to realise, again, that he wasn't there to wake up next to you. And that your hands were cold but he wasn't there to warm them. And that the realisation of having to face this harsh world alone weighed so heavy on you, but he wasn't there to soothe it away. Sighing, you decided that it was time to get up and go for a shower. Inside the bathroom, you immediately spotted the next signs of thoughtfulness: Lewis had laid out some towels, a toothbrush, and even the right brand of moisturizer for you. How did he even figure out which one you used? Did he get it specifically for you, just in case? You stared at the little tube for a while longer. After finishing up in the bathroom, you put on his hoodie and boxers and grabbed your phone right away, where you spotted a message on your lockscreen. >hey sweetie, are u up yet?< A bit confused, you opened the message. Where was he, anyway? >Yes. Where are you?< you typed into your phone and hit send. After a minute, your screen lit up again. >Come to the bathroom upstairs.< You shook your head and smiled at your phone. Texting while being in the same apartment together sort of reminded you of writing flirty notes to your crush in the classroom back then. What was he doing up there? You jumped up from the bed and made your way up the stairs. Looking around, you saw that one of the doors stood slightly open, it must've been the bathroom, so you sneakily peeked inside. Lewis was sitting on the edge of a bathtub, watching the hot water fill it up while he added a few splashes of some nice-smelling soap to it. He had even lit up a couple of candles on the cabinet next to the tub. A beaming smile appeared on your face, you couldn't believe what you were seeing. He turned his head towards you when he noticed you standing in the door. "Hi sleepy head." he said, returning the same expression you were giving him. "Hi." you answered, suddenly feeling so smitten. Lewis and you simply looked at each other for a while, flustered smiles on your faces like you were a pair of shy teenagers that were too bashful to speak. You could've sworn you were blushing right now. "I ran you a bath." Lewis said, looking at the water, and then back at you.

You closed the door behind you and stepped towards him. The warm steam that rose from the water spread through the room, dispersing the faint smell of cocoa and argan oil. You closed your eyes shortly and breathed it in. Heavenly. "That is... so sweet of you. Thank you." you said softly, as Lewis got up from his spot, his gaze still locked on you. You reached out for his face and placed both hands on his cheeks, and it felt so natural to do it. Once again, you realised how beautiful the man in front of you was - His dark eyes gleamed with the familiar kindness they always carried, his heart-shaped lips looked as enticing as ever. His beard was longer than usual, you noticed, it even felt a bit fluffy beneath your fingertips, and you ran them through it just because you could, making him hum softly in response. "Does that feel nice?" you asked, entranced, and Lewis closed his eyes and nodded, so you did it again. Recollecting himself, Lewis stroked over your hair once. "Take as much time as you want, okay? If you need anything, don't hesitate to text me." he said. "I want you to feel good and relax for a while." he added, and you knew that he meant it. You looked back and forth between his eyes, still holding on to his face. "Then stay." you half-whispered, it almost sounded pleading. "It's big enough for the two of us." A certain kind of spark appeared in his eyes as the words had left your mouth. You took it as a silent invitation to slowly lower your hands down his body to the hem of his black long-sleeve, tentatively pushing it upwards until the abs on his stomach were exposed. Lewis blinked at you, an infatuated smile formed on his lips. "Okay." he whispered. He did the rest for you and pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it carelessly onto the floor. Then, he turned his attention back to you, and as he slipped his hands underneath your hoodie and ran his fingertips up your sides, you held your breath. His touch was electrifying on your bare skin, to the point where your heartbeat undeniably quickened when he pulled the sweater off of you. It almost felt like the very first time he had undressed you, months ago in Baku, where the mix of nervousness and excitement had made your whole body shiver in his hands. You stood in front of him, topless, and Lewis drank in the sight of your collarbones, your bare chest, your waist, and your belly in the dim candlelight. He had to fight the urge to lunge at you right then, to wrap his mouth around your perky boobs and suck and lick on them like he craved to - No, today wasn't about his desires. Today was about you. You let out the shaky breath you'd been holding when he hooked his fingers around the waistband of your boxers, lowering himself down on his knees. Inch by inch, he pulled them down, and you felt just a hint of his warm breath between your legs, as you now stood completely nude in front of him. The feeling was faint, barely there, but it made the hairs stand on the back of your neck. "You okay?" Lewis whispered, looking up into your eyes from where he kneeled, his hands resting on either of your thighs, and for a split second you thought about pressing his face into your core, reminiscing about the feeling of Lewis' hot tongue on you when he would lick the delicate nub there. Oh. You had to remind yourself to breathe again. "More than okay." you answered, feeling a little bit flushed. "Come, take these off." you said and pulled him up again, your fingers lightly tugging at the waistband of his sweats. You knew that he was half-hard in there, you could see and feel it through the fabric as you began pulling them down - but you were in no rush, and Lewis wasn't either, so you let him be for now. He was the first to step into the bathtub, you enjoyed the way the muscles of his arms and back flexed as he lowered himself into the water.

"Come in, lean on me." he said and you followed, wincing playfully as the hot water came in contact with your skin, then you slowly leaned back, your back resting comfortably on his chest. He took two handful of your hair and tied it into a messy bun for you so it wouldn't get soaked, he was surprisingly quick with it for a man, you noticed. Then, he embraced you from behind with both arms, letting his hands sit on your belly, where he started caressing the soft flesh with his fingertips. Right now, his hold felt like the most peaceful place in the world. Engulfed in the warm water with him, you felt like melting into his arms. You turned your head back, the position a little awkward, but you just needed to be closer to him, so you nestled the side of your face into the crook of his neck. A featherlight shiver ran over Lewis' skin as he felt your breath there, and he let out a sigh - something began to simmer inside of him, a certain set of words, threatening to spill over and escape from his mouth at this very moment - Lewis suddenly held you a little tighter. "Baby..." he whispered. Through the sensitive skin of his throat you could feel his heartbeat quicken. He was nervous. You turned around in his arms, your chest now pressed against his, and your eyes met, just inches away from each other. Seeing the tender look on his face, you couldn't hold it in any longer. You captured his lips in a gentle kiss, which soon turned wet and sensuous as you slipped your tongue into his mouth, eliciting a low moan from his lips, and he returned the gesture, until you were both gasping into each other . "Tell me." you whispered against his lips, and he placed a hand on your jaw to hold you there. Lewis' chest felt so warm inside, so tight, just from the faint touch of your lips against his. He inhaled deeply, looking at you through half-open eyes. "I love you." he mouthed, so softly that only you could possibly hear it. "I think I... I really love you." he said again, you felt the slight tremble of his breath against your skin. There it was. The one single thing you needed to hear for all of it to finally make sense. Your heart felt like it would burst inside your chest. He loved you. With both hands, you grabbed Lewis' face and began placing kisses all over him - on his cheek, his brow bone, on his forehead, his cupid's bow and jaw and one on his throat just above his tattoo, until you heard a delicious sigh leave his lips. You put your face next to his ear, your fingers placed firm on his cheek to really let him feel what you were about to tell him. "I love you, too." you whispered, breathless. "I have missed you so, so much-" you continued, but Lewis cut you off by pressing his lips onto your mouth, his fingers digging into the skin of your jaw, and a hot rush took over your whole body - you hadn’t ever felt a kiss so sincere, so intense. The way you claimed each other's lips and tongues was all you needed to know; this was real. Catching your breaths, Lewis scanned your face. The glimmer in his eyes emitted such love that you couldn't help but smile like a complete and utter fool, as you mentally scolded yourself for not having admitted these feelings to the both of you sooner.

"Can we... be together?" you broke the silence, and Lewis gave you a smile that said you did not have to ask. "We... we can make this work, right?" you added, the words were just spilling out of you now. Lewis nodded, a sincere and assured look in his eyes. "They won't make it easy for us" he started, "but I'll be damned if I ever let you go again." Putting a hand on the back of your neck, he pulled you closer until your faces touched. "We can do this." he whispered, softly. "I’ll be right by your side... and I will protect you. I promise." he vowed, and you had not a doubt in the world he would. ———————- To the surprise of neither of you, your loving declaration had soon escalated into the bedroom - this time, though, things were different. After what had felt like an eternity of kissing and caressing each other in the warm water, you had dared to lower your hand below Lewis' stomach and wrap your fingers around his cock. He had been so hard, so girthy in your palm, that you just couldn't help yourself and unabashedly started stroking him up and down. That had been all it had taken for Lewis’ eyes to darken and to lift you both out of the tub, back to bed. He had taken his time with you, leaving not a single place of your body unkissed or untouched while whispering sweet nothings into you ear, until you were humming in bliss. And when he had snuck his hand in between your legs to continue his teasing there, you had been soaked already, pleading with him to give you what you craved so badly, while he just slid one finger into you. He watched you writhe beneath him, and how you rolled your hips into his hand, trying to get the most out of the single digit inside of you - he knew exactly it wouldn’t be enough to get you there, but he enjoyed the show so much that he made you suffer a little longer. At the point where he added a second finger, curling them inside of you to push you over the edge, you started to beg. “Lewis, please-” you panted, looking at him through your lashes, the lewd glimmer in your eyes that would always get him, and you gripped his arm tightly. “I’m ready. I need you.” Lewis saw the expression on your face and felt you clench around his fingers, only to become very aware again of how painfully hard he was and had been since you’d started making out in the bathtub. It was a miracle to him that he had been able to hold off for so long - but he wouldn’t wait any longer. He withdrew his fingers and leaned over you, towering above your body, his hands right and left next to your head. “Sweetie” he whispered, his hungry gaze making you tremble in anticipation, “spread your legs for me.” You did as you were told, feeling hot in the face when he positioned the tip of his cock against your wet lips. He lowered his head until your foreheads touched, and with one swift push of his hips buried himself deep inside of you. You let your eyes roll back into your head as you felt yourself stretch around him, adjusting to his body like you always did so perfectly, and Lewis had to hold his breath. “Oh my…” you moaned while he rested against your hips, “you feel so good.” you breathed, and you heard a sigh escape him. Lewis started rolling his hips into you, hitting all the places deep inside that he knew you loved. You were so wet that he could hear it, and feel it coat the base of his cock. Oh, Fuck. He had to gather all his self-control right now or he would finish way too quick. It was crazy what you could do to him, just a look and a few soft moans from you had him straining to hold it like he was still a teenager.

Making love with Lewis felt so right, so good, it was like all restraints had been cut loose and you relished every bit of it. His warm skin on yours, the look of raw desire in his eyes when he stared you down, the deep groans that slipped past his lips when he was inside of you - everything about him made your body feel like it was on fire, and it only took a couple more strokes until you felt your belly tighten up, your soft walls twitch around his cock when he thrusted into you at just the right angle - you were going to climax just like that tonight, you could feel it coming already. Lewis sensed the signs on you, and his pace got rougher. Hooking his arms under your legs, he pushed them up to your shoulders. Shit. “Yes, baby, right there-” you just managed to gasp out and dug your fingernails into his biceps, while he took you to your limit. The silver cross around his neck dangled back and forth as he fucked you, and before you knew what was happening, you were panting and writhing beneath him. You gripped his shoulders tightly as your orgasm came, and Lewis leaned down to wrap both arms around you, holding you close. Locking you under his body, he tried to fuck you through it, he wanted to fuck you through it, but oh, you were clenching so hard around him that the pressure in his belly became too much. Lewis let out a harsh groan from deep inside his chest and he spilled himself into you, bucking his hips roughly as you felt him fill you up - the sensation elicited such a pleased moan from your lips that Lewis wished he had some more left to do it all over again. With the both of you slowly coming down from your high, he lifted himself up on his hands, feeling lightheaded as he looked down at you. The satisfied, flushed expression on his face mirrored yours, and Lewis ran a hand over your stomach to one of your boobs to squeeze and knead it softly. You bit back an amused smile - the look on his face reminded you of the look of a boy who was playing with his favourite toys. He sat up, pulling out of you slowly, his hand resting on your thigh as he watched how his seed began leaking out of you. The both of you knew he wasn’t actually supposed to finish inside you, he hadn’t been supposed to do that yesterday either, and up until then, Lewis had always made sure to pull out or use a condom. But in these past days, he hadn’t been able to think clearly. As if you could read his thoughts, you chimed in. “Good thing I started taking the pill, huh.” you said, a sly smile on the corner of your lips. Lewis looked up with a raised brow. “You’re on the pill?” he asked, confused. You stared back, equally as confused. “Yeah? I told you I’ve been taking it since Singapore- wait.” you stopped and squinted your eyes at him, a grin forming on your face. “You didn’t assume I was on the pill when you did that?” you said, pointing in between your legs. “Uhmmm…” Lewis blinked and looked around nervously, a bit abashed, and you busted out laughing. “Men.” you huffed and shook your head, and Lewis leaned down to hide his face in the crook of your neck, you could feel his flustered smile on your skin. “I’ve been your girlfriend for two hours, let’s not rush it with the baby-making.” you giggled. Lewis snickered into your neck. “Yes ma’am.” he mumbled and hugged you tightly. You closed your eyes, smiling from ear to ear. He was such a fool…but well, he was your fool. And that was all that mattered.

[laeana]

(Okay I can’t sleep and kinda want to write without wanting to write so just let me lay some ideas around as the darkness of the night embraces me whole-)

What about a piarles fake dating au :

Alpha Tauri and Ferrari get a special agreement to arrange them to date to change their image - they choose them given that they’re long time best friends and it won’t probably be too much of a bother for them to spend time together.

It gets very weird for Pierre and Charles when officially their best friend gets the boyfriend etiquette, especially for Charles who has been dating Charlotte for long, while Pierre is bisexual and realized it after his last break up where hooking up with guys for comfort didn’t bother him the slightest.

The news obviously spreads to the other drivers (just like it spreads in the whole world) and Pierre and Charles have to justify in front of their friends and create fake scenarios of when did you fall in love and who confessed first and first dates and stuff like this because their teams specially told them that the fewer people knew the truth the best it was. It makes them uncomfortable; lying to their friends but also because their feelings seem to blur sometimes due to their proximity-

Pierre and Charles accompany each other, even at team events and it gets weirdly enjoyable for both. After all, they weren’t best friends for nothing, they know how much they get along, but being by each other side all the time, without even needing a fake excuse!, exchanging jokes, drowning in the weird intimate bubble there’s always be around them … it is truly great.

One event in particular where Charles has to do some photoshoot for a brand and they jokingly make Pierre join with him and Charles is just stunned by how pretty Pierre is. He knows how handsome he is, of course, they spend so much time together! But here, under the lights, he is. Fantastic. Of course the pictures aren’t published but they are sent to Charles who preciously keep them with him - the reminder of such special afternoon.

The reactions of their parents are great. Charles’ mother and Pierre’s parents don’t even seem surprised and they were basically like another son in the family for both families so it’s just a step up? When Pierre’s parents mention it’s not a shock, especially after he told them he was bisexual, Charles raises an eyebrow and Pierre looks away because he feels guilty. But they’re in Pierre’s childhood house, there’s nowhere to go and they share the same bedroom. As they curl on the bed, Charles intertwines their fingers and tell him how it changes nothing to their relationship, even as he himself tries to avoid the butterflies in his stomach.

After a rough Grand Prix, where homophobia is felt around, Pierre almost gets beaten up by some angry ‘fans’ who spit insults at him with such words as faggot and how dare he infect il predestinato with such infest feelings and about how he should get healed, which leave him quite shaken. Charles is the one dragging him away from all of this and away from stares, in his motorhome, where Pierre apologizes and says how accepting this whole story was a bad idea. Charles tries to calm him down but it’s hard so he goes for a kiss instead. Pierre freezes, in shock, because they’ve been faking it right along and correctly that’s true, they’ve been holding hands, hugging, sharing kisses on the cheeks - but never on the lips. Never like this with no one to see them. Charles talks to him into understanding that it’s okay and he has done nothing wrong and they’re together and it’s okay.

A few days later, Pierre realizes that Charles actually made his way back to the paddock after he fell asleep, and made a clear statement in the medias saying that he was very much in love with him, that it was his feelings, his life and no one else, and that anyone coming at him, harassing him, insulting him, his partner, the one he loved above all, wasn’t dignified to be called a fan and that if being a love with a man was disgusting them, then it would be best for them to leave right now, because he had not yet planned to leave him. Pierre blushes hard watching this video. Again and again. The way it seems so sincere in Charles’ green eyes. Their kiss. He feels terrible, he feels in love, he feels stupid. They are supposed to be best friends but that isn’t only fake dating anymore is it ?

They are uncomfortable with each other, they really are. They don’t know how to even talk about it. Their teams tell them how they can actually break up now if they want but none of them want it to end. They’re dancing around each other so much to the point their friends have to ask them if they had a fight or something because they’re not quite themselves. But nor Pierre nor Charles quite know what was the before, they can’t remember it, all they have in mind is the shared nights, the laughs, the brushing shoulders, the fleeting smiles, the intertwined hands, their kiss.

It takes one more photoshoot to actually solve this. It’s an Alpha Tauri shooting so Charles shouldn’t really be there but the staff said they didn’t mind some public, especially if it is a f1 driver’s boyfriend. It goes smoothly but at some point, Pierre glances up and finds Charles wearing some clothes. He freezes on the spot. Because these are clothes he already wore. It’s probably not exactly the same clothes, they’re not built the same after all, but for a moment he just imagines it is. He just imagines Charles wearing his clothes and it makes him feel so warm inside he can’t deal with it. He’s all weird with Charles after this, because he can’t shake the thought out of his mind, it’s too late.

They go together to one of their favorite restaurants in Milan, which is where they were staying - at Pierre’s apartment, or maybe their apartment, given how they easily seemed to fit into each other’s routine - and it’s a date but both of them try to deny it. In the middle of the date, Charles takes Pierre’s hand to ask him what’s wrong and Pierre can’t help being overfocused on this touch. He tries to be mature about it but then Charles just calls him mon coeur? (“my heart” or less literally sweetheart) and Pierre just blurts out how he doesn’t want this, their relationship, to ever end, he wants them to date and for real. Charles laughs a bit, throwing his head back, he’s glowing and yet nervous, and asks him if what they have didn’t feel real enough before? He’s teasing and after regaining his seriousness he nods and says he would very much want to date him too then I love you. Pierre’s smile is wide on his face and they kiss for the second time in their life, with the promise of so much more.

A bit later, both of their teams get a word of how apparently the fake dating won’t stop but will continue as a real dating for days, months … maybe years?

[lightsovermonaco]

Body Shots (Pierre Gasly)

Inspired by (and beta read) by the amazing @limp-wrist-max​ thank you Mea! 

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Vacationing in Milan had its perks. Fine dining, luxury stores that were prime for window shopping, and the proximity to your best friend, to name a few.

When you'd touched down in Milan you had had no intentions of visiting Pierre. You had just finished your exams for your summer class and had a week before the next semester started up, so you had simply booked the cheapest ticket and boarded a plane. 

The intent had been to have some good wine, good food and unwind. Pierre saw your Instagram story minutes after you posted it and recognized the bakery you stopped at for lunch. And once he found out you were only a few minutes away from that weekend's grand prix, he had ideas that didn't involve you reading a novel all day.

Pierre had insisted that a last minute cancelation by a family friend had left a paddock pass unclaimed and had suggested you take it.

"You're my best friend, it'll be fun to have you experience a weekend through my eyes for once instead of sitting in the stands. Come visit me."

Something in the inflection of his voice made the simple request rub you raw. He missed you. It had been months since your last get together and you couldn't blame him. The last year had been rough for him and he  rarely had anyone physically at his side to help him through it.

Inviting you instead of one of his parents was about more than your current proximity to the track. He hadn't missed a beat in asking you, not hesitating to consider anyone else being with him this weekend.

Your stomach had turned as you climbed in a cab Sunday morning, not out of fear of something going wrong but because of the nagging feeling that something was about to change.

You'd known Pierre since you were kids. Your brother had raced in karting before pursuing another dream, but in the few short years you'd hung around European tracks you had managed to forge a bond with one of your brother's rivals. That friendship carried on regardless of the distance that separated you, kept alive by visits in the off season and once a year trips to the racetrack at Silverstone.

Pierre met you at the gates and you had barely seen him since.

A decent qualifying session saw the Frenchman start P10 on Sunday's race. He didn't hide the fact that he was disappointed, but come time for his final meeting with the team you'd never guess he was anything but ecstatic.

You had to be conscious about your mouth hanging open when Pierre stepped into the garage in his fireproofs with his suit half undone. The tuft of blond hair peeking through his backwards cap floats on an invisible breeze and he bounces on his toes. His brow furrows when he is handed a data sheet, listening intently to what the engineer points out.

Butterflies riot in your stomach when Pierre catches you staring and winks. You pray he writes the blush on your cheeks off as the heat and he must, because he raises his eyebrows and flexes a bit.

You laugh to cover the way you want to do nothing but strip him out of that tight fitted white shirt. Your crush was getting out of hand. Pierre's shameless, friendly flirting only escalated matters.

You told yourself it was nothing. He was like this with every girl he met, making a fool of himself to earn a laugh. You were no different, except maybe that you were a constant where most other women only got to enjoy his playful personality for a short time.

You're treated to a few long minutes of watching Pierre prep to climb into the car before he's heading out on track to line up at the grid. 

The race starts off fine, Pierre's pace is better than expected. One of the Haas's breaks down at the pit entry and Pierre's strategist decides to bring him in for a fresh set of tires. A kiss seems like the proper reward for their stroke of brilliance, which affords Pierre the advantage when the pits close soon after. 

Restarting on lap 28 is nail biting. Hamilton, Stroll, and Pierre make up the podium places. The entire garage gasps when Stroll goes wide at turn four. Hamilton serves his penalty and Pierre inherits the lead. Sainz jumps on the opportunity to attack.

Pierre defends brilliantly until the final lap. The team erupts when he crosses the line first, bringing home the win.

Red, white and green confetti sticks to his skin as he sprays the champagne over all of you. In the heat of it all, Pierre sits on that top step and shakes his head. You already know that the photos of him being snapped from all angles will be gorgeous, the sun shining down on the first French grand prix winner in decades.

A legend in the minds of his people and in yours.

You could scarcely believe it yourself. Your best friend had finally, after years of being pushed down, won a grand prix at the temple of speed. Red Bull had been wrong, just as you'd insisted when Pierre cried over losing his seat and his friend in one weekend. But god, did Pierre rise above it all.

Pierre catches your gaze just before he leaves the podium. A lifetime of emotion swirls around him like an enigma, begging you to find out what it was hiding. Your wave is barely more than a lift of your hand but Pierre notes it nonetheless, tipping his trophy in your direction.

You wait patiently on the sidelines as Pierre poses for pictures with his team on and off the track. His attention constantly falls on you, his grin widening each time he sees you tucked under the arm of an enthusiastic mechanic or crew member. Alpha Tauri was a family and you were an honorary member thanks to your connection to their driver.

An action packed hour of cameras passes before Pierre is able to break away. As soon as he's given the go ahead he passes his trophy off and marching to you. You're both practically running by the time you meet in the middle. You crash into him and he lifts you off your feet in a crushing hug.

"You did it," you whisper, overwhelmed by his success now that you've gotten the chance to celebrate with him. "I'm so proud of you."

Pierre laughs as he sets you on your feet. His smile is wider than you've ever seen it and you're sure his cheeks must be sore.

"Wish they allowed us to bring a friend up there," Pierre says softly, a smile melting into a sly smirk. "Seeing you doused in champagne is an image I wouldn't forget."

You shake your head, caught up in his ceaseless flirting. He had no idea that his honeyed words and gentle touches lit something inside of you, rattling your brain and making it impossible to form a coherent sentence. Instead you snatch the black and gold Pirelli cap off his head and place it on your own, earning you a peal of laughter.

"Looks better on you anyway." Pierre runs a hand through his sweaty, champagne doused hair, leaving bits sticking up at odd angles.

Someone calls Pierre's name, far enough away that there's no rush. Pierre's hands remain planted on your waist and yours stay wrapped around his neck. By the way his bright blue eyes bore into yours, you swear he's thinking the same thing you are.

"Thank you for believing in me," he murmurs, gaze falling to your lips.

"I knew it was just a matter of time," you tell him, inching up on your tiptoes. Tempted by his win, you want to ruin the best friendship you've ever had. You want to discover if the lips you spend far too much time dreaming about felt as soft as they looked. You want to know how it feels to be lost in Pierre, newly minted race winner, and find out just how he dealt with the adrenaline and euphoria of his incredible drive.

"Well done mate!"

Max Verstappen startles the two of you apart. You take a healthy step back and drop your gaze to the ground to hide your burning cheeks.

"Thanks." Pierre accepts the Dutchman's embrace and claps him on the back. "Sucks I didn't get to fight you for it."

"There will be more chances in the future. And I didn't expect to see you here, that's a nice surprise." Max knocks you with his shoulder, tipping you off balance. On instinct you latch onto Pierre's arm to steady yourself. You wait a heartbeat too long to remove your hand and both of you find anywhere to look but each other.

"So where's the party?" You ask, searching for a distraction from the way your palm still burns.

"Definitely not at Red Bull." Max shudders and you laugh because that's what you do when someone is being over dramatic. It rings hollow in your ears.

"I hear there's a few guys with adjoining rooms at the hotel who bought plenty of booze," Pierre says. "You and Dan wanna come by?"

"Is that really a question?" Max grins, already typing out a text as Pierre feeds him the details.

**********

"You should do body shots," Max suggests, which earns a roaring laugh from Daniel and a half hearted one from Pierre.

"I don't think so," Pierre says, "there's no one here I trust enough to let that happen."

"Not even your best friend?" Max gestures to you and shoots you a wink when Pierre glances over. "I think she's trustworthy."

"No thanks." Pierre holds up his plastic cup and salutes Max before draining it to the dregs.

Pierre's immediate refusal hurt more than it probably should have. You hadn't expected him to jump at the offer but having him shut the idea down so thoroughly hadn't been what you wanted either.

Max notes your pouty lower lip and speaks on your behalf. "Come on mate," Max insists. "You just won your first prix, live a little! It's not like you've got anything to lose, she's your best friend."

"That's exactly why-"

"Shut up, it would be fun! Wouldn't it?" Max says this last bit to you, a wild grin on his face.

Max expects you to turn red and object. That was his end goal. But what the Dutchman hadn't counted on was how drunk you already were on Pierre. On his smile. On his bright blue eyes, swirling in the aftermath of his unlikely triumph. And mostly on the not-so-sneaky way he glances at you every few minutes.

"Let's do it."

Pierre blinks, searching your face for any sign of distress. "Wait, are you serious?"

"Yeah, why not?" You shrug, suddenly fearing that you'd read him wrong and he really was against this whole thing. "Unless you don't want to-"

"Get the vodka," Pierre interrupts, nodding to Max though his stare remains pinned on you. Pierre latches onto your wrist and drags you around the room until he finds a table long and sturdy enough for his liking. 

"This a good height for you?"

The coffee table is low enough that you'd have to kneel. Luckily getting on your knees isn't something you'd mind doing for Pierre. You lick your lips without thinking. Pierre's pupils blow wide, black swallowing the swirling oceans of blue.

"Sure," is all you manage.

"Good." Apparently neither of you were able to focus on speech. You work together to clear the empty plastic cups and used napkins from the surface. Your hands brush when you both reach for the last cup and you just catch the way Pierre's breath hitches.

You and Pierre have danced this dance since you were teenagers. Each of you knows the steps by heart. The only difference is tonight neither of you were poised to bow out before the final lift.

"Beep beep, bitches!" You yank your hand away when Max's shout reaches you. Pierre's hand lingers in front of him,  outstretched as if your palm remained grazing his thumb. 

Max holds the bottle of vodka over his head as he wades through the crowd. "You're all about to be very, very entertained."

"Where's your chaperone?" You ask Max, searching for Daniel in the low lighting. You press your palm to your thigh, dissipating Pierre's lingering heat.

The Dutchman waves you off. "Went to get us more drinks. Pierre, isn't it kinda hard to do body shots if you're still fully clothed?"

"Who says I'm the one getting undressed?"

Max's grin dimples his flushed cheeks. "I mean you can ask her to take her shirt off in front of all these people if you want to."

"No," Pierre responds quickly. "Fine. I'll do it."

When Pierre strips off his shirt he gets more than a few whistles from men and women alike. That tended to happen when someone was built like a Greek fucking god, you supposed. Whoever voted for People Magazine's "Sexiest Man Alive" and decided on Michael B. Jordan had clearly never laid eyes on Pierre, with his bronzed skin, endless expanses of muscle, and brilliant cheshire grin.

Michael B. Jordan who?

Pierre hands the team branded shirt off and lays out on the table. He pillows an arm under his head, bare bicep flexed as he gets comfortable. Leaning in to kiss along the hard muscle was out of the question, however tempting it was.

Pierre looks up expectantly. "You coming?" 

Holy shit, this was actually happening.

"Yeah, I'm coming." You sink to your knees and Pierre laughs.

"Up here." He pats his thigh with his free hand and beacons you forward. "Please."

Screw it, you've already thrown your friendship out the window. This night ended either in heartbreak or awkwardness, might as well get your money's worth.

A few whoops break out above the music. The bassline isn't the only thing thundering in your chest as you straddle Pierre's thighs, hands braced on his chest.

"Okay?" Pierre whispers for your ears only. You nod with what you hope is a charming smile.

"Alright move," Max says, shooing you back until you're resting on your haunches. Max flicks the cap off the bottle and you grab it to take a long sip.

Max gapes at you and you wipe a hand over your mouth. "Close your mouth, you'll catch flies."

Pierre's thighs tense beneath you in response to your bold declaration. Dozens of Pierre's friends and team members gather around. For all you care, Pierre is the only person in the room.

"Last chance to back out," Max warns. You're too busy tracking the drop of liquid that falls from the neck of the bottle to splash onto the crease of Pierre's abs to bother responding. 

"Pour it out." Pierre's chest sinks with his demand, doing nothing but sparking your imagination, creating images of him heaving beneath you. You'd sell your soul to recreate the way you're currently poised above Pierre's hips with a little less clothing and no audience.

Max gives up hope on you replying and dribbles the alcohol up Pierre's abdomen, stopping just below his pecks.

"Have at 'er-"

Your tongue is on Pierre's skin before Max has finished his sentence. You feel the muscle tense beneath your tongue, going rigid at the first contact. The burn of the vodka doesn't even register as you lap it up, catching the drips that fall over his sides. 

You aren't sure either of you is breathing. Salty sweat mingles with the sharpness of the alcohol, an afterthought barely worth mentioning.

Blame the liquid courage or blame the high from Pierre's win, but you were confident Pierre was enjoying this just as much as you. 

Planting a hand on Pierre's hip, you steal a glance up at him to find him locked on you. You take that as permission to continue, dragging your tongue flat up his stomach and continuing well past where the vodka had been poured. Up between his pecks, over the curve of his throat that bobs beneath your tongue, over his chin until you meet his lips, already parted and waiting. 

Neither of you pay the shouts cresting around you any heed. You've both waited too long for this, endured too many almosts and what ifs to let the opportunity slip through your fingers. Your sticky hands cradle Pierre's face, angling it in a way that's to your liking so you can explore more of his mouth. He tastes like whiskey and mint, the juxtaposition of hot and cold scattering your thoughts. One of Pierre's hands finds the nape of your neck when you gasp for air, refusing to let you end the moment.

And it's pure, unending bliss that floods your veins when he nips at your lower lip, swollen and surely reddened from his kiss. His thumb sweeps across the back of your neck while you both fight to catch the breath currently evading you.

Daydreams didn't hold a candle to the real thing. One taste and you were addicted, craving as much as Pierre was willing to give.  

"Hey," he murmurs, the corners of his mouth tugging up in a stupidly gorgeous smile.

"That was nice," you tease, tangling your fingers in the silky blond strands of his hair. "I wouldn't be opposed to doing it again."

"Me too. Maybe somewhere where it's just us though. I wouldn't want to scandalize my team any further." You manage to steal another sweet peck before Max hauls you off Pierre.

"Fucking finally," Daniel says, clapping when you're upright again. "Do you know how long I've been trying to orchestrate this? The two of you really are dumber than a box of rocks. I can't believe all it took was Max suggesting body shots to get you two to kiss."

The arm that wraps around your waist feels right. Pierre hasn't hugged you like this before, with his chin resting on your shoulder and his nose nuzzling your neck, but it already feels like home.

Pierre ignores Max completely in favor of pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear. "Why don't we go back to my room? I'll pour more alcohol on myself if that's what it takes to convince you."

You're just about to take him up on the offer when one of his team members taps his shoulder. He glances at them impatiently, which the man thankfully doesn't take personally.

"They want some photos with you holding your trophy," he explains, handing a shirt and the star shaped interpretation of the Italian flag to Pierre. "It will only take a few minutes,  they promised not to keep you long."

Of course everyone knew exactly where your minds were. Sanity had long since left the premises, tangled up in crisp white sheets. Pierre's entire team and half the Red Bull garage had seen what had gone down while the prix winner was sprawled on that coffee table. There would be no chance of denying it in the morning. 

And while you'd never imagined that the first time you'd kiss your best friend would be directly preceded by licking copious amounts of shitty liquor off his super-heated skin, now that you'd experienced it any other way seems forgettable.

Pierre sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "I mean, I already have my trophy, but…" your stomach lurches when you realize he means you. Pierre catches the way your mouth hangs open and he shoots you a grin before accepting the real trophy.

"You carry it," he says, not giving you much of a choice as he thrusts it into your hands. "I'm occupied."

You're about to point out that his hands are, in fact, free and that the more likely reason for insisting you carry the trophy was his usual post-race laziness when he slings an arm around your shoulders and tucks you tight to his side.

"Is this okay?" Pierre asks when you involuntarily stiffen. God, it was more than okay, it was perfect, it had just caught you by surprise. You'd only kissed him a handful of minutes ago and Pierre was already wrapped around your finger, smitten as if you'd been a couple for years.

"Yeah no, it's perfect. Simply lovely," you say quickly, stumbling over your words.

"Can I kiss you again?"

Your answer comes in the form of a hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. You prop the trophy on your hip and smile up at your race winner.

"You don't have to ask that ever again. My answer is always yes."

[macybeckham7]

Can you do a POV with Daniel where you are a driver for Alpha Tauri and she have a crush on him but she gets jealous in Abu Dhabi when Heidi is there but at the end of the race Daniel comes to reader to confess his feelings for het

Butterflies always filled your stomach as a giddy smile appeared on your face whenever Daniel was around. How your heart beat become faster whenever he spoke to you, how he always made you feel special as he listened to you. You always tried to talk to him, whether it was about things he was into which you had to research wanting him to think you were cool. You waved at him a few times and almost immediately hated yourself as he waved and then walked off with his friends who was 100% laughing at you. You admired him from a distance. It wasn’t until Abu Dhabi when you saw he was getting up close and personal with someone, which made your heart break as you realised that you never had a chance with him. Daniel waited around in hope that you’d come and speak to him, but you never did. You barely even looked in his direction. After the race he ran to catch you up, ‘have I done something?’ he questions as he looks at you. You just shake your head before he admits his feelings for you, you freeze and look at him. He gently caresses your cheek as he tells you how he tried to push it to the side all season and now it’s over he couldn’t wait any longer. He leans in and kisses you, as the fireworks erupt above you.