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alexturntable ยท 9 days ago
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no-144444 ยท 9 days ago
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the grid: when the media says something insane...
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req: Hi, I'd like to request a blurb about the drivers reacting to reader being talked bad about from an interviewer. Scenario-Interviewer: "Do you think the reason you lost today's race is because 'y/n' was here and had something to do with it?"
featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Franco Colapinto, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Charles LeClerc, Carlos Sainz, Arthur LeClerc, Ollie Bearman, Max Verstappen, Paul Aron, Jack Doohan.
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Oscar Piastri: makes the interviewer feel dumb asf
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โ€œAnd how do you feel about the DNF today, knowing that it's breaking your record of competing in every lap so far this year? Is there any specific reason as to why you mightโ€™ve made that mistake? I did see some new faces in the garage today,โ€ Danica asked.
Oscar frowned. โ€œWhat are you trying to say?โ€
โ€œI was just wondering if you count your partner, Y/n, as a bad luck charm now. This is her first Grand Prix, isnโ€™t it?โ€ย 
He actually laughed in her face. โ€œDo you seriously believe in shit like that?โ€ he chuckled. โ€œAnd no, itโ€™s not her first, nor will it be her last.โ€
Danica stood, embarrassed.ย 
โ€œDo you have any other questions?โ€ he asked, polite as ever. She didnโ€™t respond. โ€œThanks for the joke anyway, that was actually quite funny,โ€ Oscar added as he moved onto the next interview, a bright smile on his face despite the poor race result.
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Lando Norris: insults the interviewer
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โ€œAnd how do you feel about the DNF today, knowing that it's cementing your loss in the Driverโ€™s Championship? Is there any specific reason as to why you mightโ€™ve made that mistake? I did see some new faces in the garage today,โ€ Danica asked.
He stared at her for a moment, trying to compose himself. โ€œIf youโ€™re talking about my girlfriend, Iโ€™d suggest you just come out and say it, Danica.โ€
โ€œAlright then, do you see her as a bad luck charm now? Considering this is her first race, if Iโ€™m right,โ€ she asked outright. Jenson rolled his eyes beside her as Martin just chuckled.ย 
โ€œNot at all, sheโ€™s here to support me and Iโ€™d much rather have her here for a day like today than a win. Itโ€™s called a support system Danica, Iโ€™m aware of the fact that youโ€™re not a fan of those, but some of us actually benefit from caring about other people. And another thing, all of my bad races, youโ€™ve been there. Maybe youโ€™re the bad luck charm,โ€ his voice cut through the tension in the cold Las Vegas air like a knife, and Jenson and Martin just started laughing as Danica stood there dumbfounded. โ€œMaybe I should ask Sky to not bring you around as much.โ€ย 
He handed the microphone back and continued on with his day, then posted this later:ย 
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landonorris: idc if ur bad luck ur too sexy to let go of ๐Ÿฅด
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Lewis Hamilton: protective much?
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โ€œItโ€™s Y/nโ€™s first race in years, and yet you DNF for the first time in months, do you want to give us some insight to that?โ€ Danica asked.ย 
Lewisโ€™s eyebrow raised and an annoyed smile made its way onto his face. โ€œWhat are you saying right now?โ€
โ€œWell, itโ€™s just strange that her first race in years, 2 to be exact, is the one you donโ€™t finish.โ€
โ€œAre you trying to insinuate that sheโ€™s bad luck or something?โ€ย 
โ€œIs that what you believe her to be?โ€ย 
โ€œFuck no,โ€ he scoffed. โ€œSheโ€™s my wife, is what she is. Iโ€™m grateful that sheโ€™s here. I love to share my love of motorsport with my wife, and I donโ€™t feel sorry for the media that she's been preoccupied with being pregnant and busy to be here for the last 2 years. I love having her come and support me, and Iโ€™m happy that I didnโ€™t finish the fucking race, I get more time with my family now. I cannot believe you enjoy making shitty headlines like this. Danica, maybe just stick to fucking driving.โ€
With that, he walked away, and later made this post:
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lewishamilton: my good luck charms xx
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George Russell: flabbergasted that someone would have the audacityย 
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โ€œSorry about the result today George, do you feel like external factors made it more difficult for todayโ€™s race?โ€ Danica questioned.ย 
โ€œYโ€™know, itโ€™s been pretty tough all year with the car but it really felt like we pulled back to the top today, and it was just a shame that Lando went wide and pushed me into the gravel,โ€ he shrugged.
โ€œAnd you donโ€™t see your girlfriend as a bad luck charm? It is her first race, right?โ€
He death-stared her for a moment. โ€œAre you fucking kidding me?โ€
โ€œWell, we just wanted to know how you react to knowing that itโ€™s her first race and itโ€™s also the race you DNFed in.โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t have a reaction,โ€ he scoffed. โ€œYour headlines are going to be written anyway, it doesnโ€™t matter what I say. I donโ€™t see her as bad luck or whatever rubbish youโ€™re going to paint this as, and I donโ€™t really care what you think about it. Anyway, itโ€™s not like you have the monopoly on perfect races, Danica.โ€ย 
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Kimi Antonelli: awkward and insultedย 
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โ€œSorry about the result today Kimi, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for todayโ€™s race?โ€ Danica questioned.ย 
โ€œUmmโ€ฆโ€ he trailed off, looking at George confused. George shook his head, silently telling him not to answer. โ€œI donโ€™t know what you mean?โ€ย 
โ€œWell there were external factors, obviously, but also your girlfriend was in the paddock for the first time this weekend, correct?โ€
He nodded.ย 
โ€œSo do you see her as some sort of bad luck charm, or something?โ€
He pulled a face of disgust for a split second. โ€œNo, not at all. She went to every single one of my F2 races so I donโ€™t see how she could have been bad luck here when she was not bad luck there,โ€ he shrugged.ย 
โ€œSo sheโ€™s not bad luck?โ€ย 
He chuckled awkwardly. โ€œN-no. Like I say, she was at every one of my F2 races. I think she is lucky, if anything.โ€ย 
He walked away confused as George reassured him that they were just fishing for headlines and to โ€˜not give them the time of dayโ€™. He was slightly worried that you would think you were a bad luck charm and quickly found you and showed you that you werenโ€™t.
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Alex Albon: shocked.ย 
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โ€œSorry about the race today Alex, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for todayโ€™s race?โ€ Danica questioned.ย 
โ€œUmm,โ€ he kind of chuckled. โ€œI donโ€™t think so? I mean it was so wet so Iโ€™m not shocked that I went off.โ€
โ€œBut in the garage, do you think you wouldโ€™ve been more focused if your girlfriend hadnโ€™t been there?โ€
He just stared at her with a slightly shocked smile as she held the microphone to his face. โ€œDid you actually just ask that?โ€
She didnโ€™t answer, just nodding.ย 
โ€œWell, why donโ€™t we think back to every other race sheโ€™s been at this year. Monaco, Canada, Silverstone, Austria, and Baku, which were all my best races this season, apart from maybe Canada.โ€
โ€œYes, but today she was-โ€
โ€œIn the garage, the same as she always is. Wow, youโ€™ll really do anything for a headline.โ€
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Franco Colapinto: Sassy asfย 
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โ€œSorry about the crash today, glad to see youโ€™re ok Franco. Do you think this weekend has been a bit more difficult because of distractions or something new being in a paddock? We saw that it was your girlfriend's first GP this weekend, could she have anything to do with it?โ€ Danica asked.ย 
He did a double take, staring at her. โ€œยฟQuรฉ? Is that really what you think?โ€ย 
She shrugged. โ€œItโ€™s only a question.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s a stupid question,โ€ he scoffed. โ€œยฟPor quรฉ traerรญa mala suerte? She has been at every race so far and I havenโ€™t seen anyone complaining.โ€ (Why would she be bad luck?)
โ€œSo sheโ€™s not bad luck?โ€
He laughed. โ€œDo I have to repeat things 3 times for you to understand?โ€
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Logan Sargeant: angry
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โ€œSorry about the result today Logan, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for todayโ€™s race?โ€ Danica questioned.ย 
He stared at her, then pushed the mic away from him. โ€œIโ€™m not answering stupid fucking questions about my girlfriend.โ€
And he walked off. And posted this laterโ€ฆ
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logansargeant: let's not bring my girlfriend into this, yeah?
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Daniel Riccardo: plays it off.ย 
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โ€œSorry about the end of the race today Danny, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for todayโ€™s race?โ€ Danica questioned.ย 
He laughed, thinking she was joking. His eyes widened when he realised she wasnโ€™t. โ€œYou think I canโ€™t race because my girlfriend is in the back of the garage?โ€
โ€œIt is her first GP, correct?โ€ย 
He chuckled. โ€œNo, no itโ€™s not. Sheโ€™s always there, and anyways, Iโ€™m in the car, itโ€™s not like I have all the time in the world to stare at her ass or something,โ€ he smiled. โ€œI know sheโ€™s beautiful but I donโ€™t exactly see her when Iโ€™m going to the straight at 200 kilometres an hour.โ€
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Liam Lawson: sassy man apocalypseย 
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โ€œSorry about the end of the race today Liam, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for todayโ€™s race?โ€ Danica questioned.ย 
โ€œWhat do you mean?โ€ he asked, confused about the question.ย 
โ€œYour girlfriend was here for the first time, could she be a bad luck charm for the team?โ€
โ€œI donโ€™t think she is but I do know that your interviews make me feel pretty fucking unlucky,โ€ he scoffed before walking off.ย 
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Charles LeClerc: laughs in their face
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โ€œCharles, what do you think about the people saying that Y/n is bad luck in the garage?โ€
He started laughing and didnโ€™t stop for about a minute. He was as bad as Lando, to the point that Carlos had to actually walk him off the fan stage. He came back on, teary-eyed and smiling. โ€œI think itโ€™s quite funny.โ€
โ€œEvidently,โ€ Carlos scoffed.ย 
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Carlos Sainz: โ€ฆ
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โ€œCarlos, what do you think about the people saying that Y/n is bad luck in the garage?โ€ Danica asked.
โ€œWhat people are saying that?โ€ he asked.ย 
โ€œThe media,โ€ she answered.ย 
โ€œWell they always have bullshit to say. Iโ€™m just surprised they had the balls to go after my wife,โ€ he scoffed. โ€œTheyโ€™ll be hearing from my lawyers.โ€
โ€œThat sounds extreme-โ€
โ€œItโ€™s defamation of character and sheโ€™s my wife. Nothing is extreme.โ€ย 
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Arthur LeClerc: Wonโ€™t answer
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โ€œSorry about the race today Arthur, do you think there are other factors, such as distractions, that messed up your race?โ€
โ€œWhat a stupid question, no,โ€ he scoffed before walking away.ย 
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Ollie Bearman: insulted
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"Sorry about your race today Ollie, do you think that your partner Y/n being here might be a bad omen?"
He stared at her. "No. Why would she be?"
"It's her first GP and you DNF, if that's not bad luck I'm not sure what is."
"That's pretty rude," he scoffed. "Don't bring my girlfriend into this."
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Max Verstappen: guysโ€ฆ
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"Sorry about your race today Max, do you think that your partner Y/n being here might be a bad omen?"
He stared at her, his eyes dark. "Fuck off."
"Excuse me?"
"That's bullshit, don't bring my family into this. If I have a bad race, I have a bad race, that's just how it goes. She isn't bad luck, she isn't for you to make headlines about and she's not here to just be a good omen. She's my partner and she's here to support me, that's it."
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Paul Aron: laughs in their faceโ€ฆ
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"How do you feel about the result to day, do you think things could've been different if someone wasn't distracting you?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"We saw your race engineer giving out to you and your partner Y/n for distracting you. Do you think she might now be a bad luck charm?"
He scoffed, laughing in her face. "Bullshit, someone turned into me and I didn't have enough time to react. Your headline can be about that, keep my girlfriend out of this."
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Jack Doohan: so normal about it! (...)
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โ€œSorry about the race today Jack, do you think there are other factors, such as distractions, that messed up your race?โ€
He knew what they were trying to say. โ€œDo you want to just say what you want to say to my face?โ€ย 
She was taken aback. โ€œDo you think Y/n is a bad luck charm?โ€
He scoffed. โ€œYouโ€™re seriously fishing for headlines when someone couldโ€™ve been seriously injured? Thatโ€™s pathetic. And another thing, sheโ€™s not a fucking bad luck charm, sheโ€™s my partner, sheโ€™s not just a headline for you to fuck with.โ€
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pucksandpower ยท 3 days ago
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Fourth Timeโ€™s the Charm
Max Verstappen x Norris!Reader
Summary: it starts, as all the best things do, with a bet (โ€œIf I win the race tomorrow and take the championship, you owe me a favor. Anything I want.โ€)
Note: thank you so much to @altxanna for the fantastic idea
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The lights of the Las Vegas strip pulse outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of Maxโ€™s penthouse, but neither of you cares. Youโ€™re both tangled up in each other under the covers, limbs lazily draped and intertwined. The TV is playing some action movie you both stopped paying attention to an hour ago, the volume low, serving as nothing more than background noise.
โ€œYouโ€™re awfully quiet tonight,โ€ you say, your voice soft as you trace a finger along Maxโ€™s arm, admiring the way his muscles shift beneath his skin.
โ€œJust thinking,โ€ he murmurs, resting his head against the pillow. His accent wraps around the words in a way that feels so familiar itโ€™s comforting.
โ€œAbout the race?โ€ You ask, already knowing the answer.
Max turns his head to look at you, his blue eyes catching the dim light from the window. โ€œWhat else would I be thinking about?โ€
You hum, tilting your head in mock thought. โ€œOh, I donโ€™t know. Maybe about how your girlfriend is ridiculously good-looking? Or how lucky you are to have me?โ€
His lips quirk into a smile, the kind thatโ€™s as much in his eyes as it is on his face. โ€œYouโ€™re right. I should focus on what really matters.โ€ He shifts slightly, leaning closer to you. โ€œYouโ€™re ridiculously good-looking, and Iโ€™m very lucky.โ€
You laugh and shove his shoulder lightly. โ€œThatโ€™s better.โ€
He catches your hand before you can pull it away, his fingers lacing with yours. His expression grows more serious as he says, โ€œBut yes, Iโ€™m thinking about the race. Iโ€™m thinking about winning.โ€
You roll your eyes at the sheer confidence in his tone. โ€œYou think youโ€™re going to win.โ€
Max raises an eyebrow. โ€œThink? I know Iโ€™m going to win. You donโ€™t believe in me?โ€
โ€œOh, I believe in you,โ€ you say, smirking. โ€œI just also believe in my brother. And if Lando finishes ahead of you, the title fight goes to Qatar.โ€
He groans dramatically, letting his head fall back against the pillow. โ€œDonโ€™t remind me. The idea of dragging this out another week โ€ฆโ€
โ€œWhat, scared Lando might pull it off?โ€
He narrows his eyes at you, feigning offense. โ€œScared? Me? No. Iโ€™m just saying it would be โ€ฆ inconvenient.โ€
โ€œUh-huh.โ€ You grin, shifting onto your side to face him fully. โ€œI donโ€™t know, Max. Landoโ€™s been looking pretty good lately. He might surprise you tomorrow.โ€
Maxโ€™s hand slides to your waist, pulling you closer. โ€œYouโ€™re really going to sit here, in my bed, and tell me your brother is going to beat me?โ€
โ€œIโ€™m just saying itโ€™s possible,โ€ you tease.
He shakes his head, but thereโ€™s a spark of amusement in his eyes. โ€œAlright, then. If youโ€™re so confident, letโ€™s make it interesting.โ€
Your eyebrows lift. โ€œOh? What do you have in mind?โ€
โ€œA bet,โ€ he says simply.
You prop yourself up on your elbow, intrigued. โ€œA bet?โ€
Max nods, his smirk growing. โ€œIf I win the race tomorrow and take the championship, you owe me a favor. Anything I want.โ€
You raise an eyebrow. โ€œAnything?โ€
โ€œAnything.โ€
You consider it for a moment, then ask, โ€œAnd if Lando finishes ahead of you?โ€
โ€œThen you get a favor. Anything you want.โ€
You bite your lip to keep from smiling too broadly. โ€œYou really think youโ€™re that unbeatable, huh?โ€
โ€œI know I am,โ€ he says, his confidence practically radiating off him.
โ€œAlright, Verstappen,โ€ you say, holding out your hand. โ€œYouโ€™ve got yourself a deal.โ€
He clasps your hand in his, his grip firm but warm. โ€œDeal.โ€
You let your hand linger in his for a moment before pulling it away. โ€œSo, whatโ€™s this big favor youโ€™re going to ask for if you win?โ€
He leans back against the pillows, his smirk turning devilish. โ€œYouโ€™ll find out when I win.โ€
โ€œIf you win,โ€ you correct, lying back down beside him.
โ€œIโ€™ll win,โ€ he says confidently, his voice low as his hand trails down your back.
You roll your eyes but canโ€™t help the smile that creeps onto your face. โ€œYouโ€™re insufferable, you know that?โ€
โ€œAnd yet, here you are,โ€ he says, pulling you closer until your head rests against his chest.
You can hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and for a moment, the room falls quiet. Itโ€™s peaceful in a way you donโ€™t get to experience often, and you savor it.
โ€œYou know,โ€ you say after a while, your voice quiet, โ€œif Lando does win tomorrow, itโ€™s not because youโ€™re not good enough. Heโ€™s just โ€ฆโ€
โ€œYour brother?โ€ Max finishes, his tone teasing.
You laugh softly. โ€œYeah, that too. But heโ€™s been working so hard for this, Max. You both have. Itโ€™s โ€ฆ complicated.โ€
He runs a hand through your hair, his touch gentle. โ€œI know. But on the track, itโ€™s not complicated. Itโ€™s just me, the car, and the finish line. No brothers, no girlfriends. Just racing.โ€
You tilt your head to look up at him. โ€œAnd what about after the race?โ€
โ€œAfter the race โ€ฆโ€ He pauses, his fingers brushing against your cheek. โ€œAfter the race, Iโ€™m just me. And youโ€™re just you. That doesnโ€™t change, no matter what.โ€
You donโ€™t respond right away, letting his words sink in. Then, with a small smile, you say, โ€œYouโ€™re really not scared at all, are you?โ€
โ€œOf Lando? No,โ€ he says, his voice light. โ€œOf you? A little.โ€
You laugh, shoving him lightly. โ€œGood. You should be.โ€
He catches your hand again, this time pressing a kiss to your palm. โ€œIโ€™ll remember that.โ€
You let out a soft sigh, your body relaxing against his. โ€œYouโ€™d better get some sleep, Verstappen. Youโ€™ve got a big day tomorrow.โ€
He hums in agreement, but instead of pulling away, he leans in, pressing his lips to your neck. โ€œOne more kiss,โ€ he murmurs against your skin.
You close your eyes, your breath hitching slightly. โ€œJust one?โ€
He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his smirk returning. โ€œMaybe two.โ€
You shake your head, laughing softly as he pulls you back under the covers.
And for now, the world outside doesnโ€™t matter.
***
The final lap of the Las Vegas Grand Prix feels endless. The crowdโ€™s roar grows louder with every corner, drowning out even the hum of the engines. Your hands are clammy as you grip the edge of your seat in the Red Bull garage, your eyes glued to the screen. Maxโ€™s car slices through the neon-lit streets of Vegas, and Lando is right behind him.
Itโ€™s close. Too close.
โ€œCome on, Lando,โ€ you mutter under your breath, though your heart isnโ€™t entirely in it.
Max is P5. Lando is P6. A single position apart. If it stays this way, the championship is Maxโ€™s.
Youโ€™re not sure who youโ€™re rooting for anymore.
The chequered flag waves as Max crosses the line, and your both heart drops and soars. P5. Itโ€™s done.
โ€œMAX VERSTAPPEN, YOU ARE THE 2024 WORLD CHAMPION!โ€ GPโ€™s voice explodes over the team radio, his excitement nearly incomprehensible.
Maxโ€™s laughter comes through the speakers, unrestrained and wild. Itโ€™s a sound you know all too well โ€” relief, joy, triumph all rolled into one.
โ€œYessss!โ€ Max shouts. โ€œThat was incredible! Thank you so much for this season!โ€
You canโ€™t help the smile tugging at your lips, even as the realization sinks in. He won. He really won.
The camera cuts to the Red Bull garage, where the team is in chaos โ€” cheers, hugs, champagne spraying already. Christian adjusts his headset, leaning in to speak.
โ€œMax, congratulations, mate. What an unbelievable season. Youโ€™ve done it again.โ€
โ€œThanks, Christian. Four in a row โ€” unreal.โ€
You watch the screen as Maxโ€™s car slows on the cooldown lap, weaving slightly in celebration. You know him well enough to see it, even through the helmet โ€” the ease in his shoulders, the grin he must be wearing.
Then his voice cuts through the radio again, this time steadier, more purposeful.
โ€œAnd just so you know, Iโ€™m calling in my favor now.โ€
Christianโ€™s confused laugh is audible even through the crackling radio. โ€œYour favor? What are you talking about?โ€
You freeze, the air catching in your lungs.
Max chuckles, low and mischievous. โ€œI had a bet with my girlfriend. I told her Iโ€™d win tonight. She owes me a favor, and I know exactly what I want.โ€
Your stomach flips, a mixture of dread and anticipation.
GPโ€™s voice comes through, confused but amused. โ€œAre we supposed to know what this favor is?โ€
โ€œNo, no,โ€ Max says, his tone casual but firm. โ€œBut youโ€™ll find out soon enough.โ€
Christian presses again, trying to pry it out of him. โ€œCome on, Max. Whatโ€™s the favor?โ€
Thereโ€™s a pause, the kind that feels deliberate, like Max is savoring the moment.
โ€œI want to marry her. Tonight. Right here in Vegas.โ€
The words hit you like a bolt of lightning, your pulse racing.
GP bursts out laughing. โ€œWait, what? Are you serious?โ€
โ€œDead serious,โ€ Max replies, his voice steady, no hint of hesitation.
You sit frozen, your heart thundering in your chest. Did he just-
โ€œMax,โ€ Christian says, a mixture of disbelief and laughter in his tone, โ€œdoes she even know about this?โ€
โ€œShe does now,โ€ Max says, and you can hear the grin in his voice.
The team radio falls silent for a moment, and the TV commentary fills the void as the podium finishers begin to line up. But you barely register any of it.
Max is proposing. No โ€” not proposing. Declaring.
The camera pans to his car as he pulls into parc fermรฉ, the four-time World Champion. The team swarms him, pulling him from the car, hoisting him into the air. The crowdโ€™s cheers are deafening, but all you can think about is his voice in your head.
โ€œI want to marry her. Tonight.โ€
You barely notice when someone taps your shoulder, Maxโ€™s PR officer. โ€œYou should get down to the celebrations,โ€ she says, her voice brimming with excitement. โ€œHeโ€™ll want you there.โ€
Your legs feel like jelly as you stand, weaving through the sea of Red Bull personnel to get to the barriers.
***
When you finally see him, his helmet is off, his face flushed from the race and grinning so wide itโ€™s like heโ€™s glowing. He spots you instantly, cutting through the crowd like no one else exists.
โ€œMax,โ€ you start, but he doesnโ€™t let you finish.
โ€œYou heard me,โ€ he says, his voice low but firm, his eyes locked on yours. โ€œI want to marry you tonight.โ€
You stare at him, still trying to catch up. โ€œYouโ€™re insane.โ€
He steps closer, his hand finding yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. โ€œProbably. But Iโ€™m serious.โ€
โ€œMax, you just won a world championship,โ€ you say, trying to keep your voice steady. โ€œYouโ€™re supposed to be celebrating, not-โ€
โ€œI am celebrating,โ€ he interrupts, his voice softening. โ€œWith you. And I donโ€™t want to wait anymore. Iโ€™ve known for years that I want you. Why wait?โ€
Your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest. โ€œThis is insane. People donโ€™t just get married in Vegas on a whim.โ€
He tilts his head, a teasing smile playing on his lips. โ€œPeople do it all the time, actually.โ€
โ€œMax-โ€
โ€œI love you,โ€ he says, his voice dropping lower. โ€œI love you, and I want to start the rest of my life with you. Tonight. Right now.โ€
You can feel the weight of everyoneโ€™s eyes on you โ€” the team, the media, everyone waiting for your reaction. But in this moment, itโ€™s just the two of you.
โ€œSay yes,โ€ he whispers, his forehead resting against yours. โ€œSay yes, and let me win you, too.โ€
You laugh, a shaky, breathless sound that comes out more like a sob. โ€œYouโ€™re impossible.โ€
โ€œAnd you love me for it.โ€
You take a deep breath, your hand tightening around his. โ€œFine,โ€ you say, your voice barely above a whisper. โ€œYes.โ€
The smile that breaks across his face is pure joy, unfiltered and blinding. He pulls you into his arms, lifting you off the ground as the team around you erupts into cheers.
โ€œAlright, Verstappen,โ€ you say, laughing as he spins you. โ€œYouโ€™ve got your favor. Letโ€™s get married.โ€
***
The wedding chapel is everything you expected it to be: over-the-top, tacky in the most endearing way, and bathed in flickering neon lights. A bright red Cadillac is parked out front, its headlights beaming into the frigid Vegas night. Inside, the carpet is a deep, gaudy red, and plastic flowers line the aisle. The faint smell of cigarettes lingers in the air, clinging to the cheap velvet curtains.
Itโ€™s surreal, to say the least.
โ€œThis is insane,โ€ you mumble, standing in a side room with Lando, whoโ€™s staring at you like heโ€™s still trying to process whatโ€™s happening.
โ€œYou think this is insane?โ€ He replies, pointing vaguely toward the chapel. โ€œWhat about the fact that youโ€™re marrying Max Verstappen in a Vegas chapel at 3 a.m. with a guy dressed as Elvis officiating?โ€
You groan, adjusting the makeshift bouquet of roses someone from the Red Bull team had pulled together. โ€œDonโ€™t remind me.โ€
Lando smirks, leaning against the doorframe. โ€œI donโ€™t think I have to. This is going to live in my head rent-free for the rest of my life.โ€
You shoot him a look. โ€œYou donโ€™t have to be here, you know.โ€
โ€œAre you kidding?โ€ He folds his arms, the grin never leaving his face. โ€œI wouldnโ€™t miss this for anything. Besides, who else is going to walk you down the aisle?โ€
Your stomach flips at the thought. โ€œI canโ€™t believe this is happening.โ€
Lando softens a little, stepping closer. โ€œHey,โ€ he says, his voice quieter now, โ€œyou sure about this? I mean, itโ€™s Max. And Vegas. And Elvis.โ€
You bite your lip, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your dress. โ€œIโ€™m sure.โ€
โ€œYeah?โ€
โ€œYeah,โ€ you say, meeting his eyes. โ€œI love him, Lando. Heโ€™s ridiculous, and he drives me insane, but I love him.โ€
Lando watches you for a moment, then sighs dramatically. โ€œWell, I guess if anyoneโ€™s crazy enough to keep up with Max, itโ€™s you.โ€
โ€œGee, thanks,โ€ you say dryly, but your smile betrays you.
Thereโ€™s a knock on the door, and one of the chapel staff pokes their head in. โ€œWeโ€™re ready for you.โ€
Your heart leaps into your throat.
Lando claps his hands together, his grin back in full force. โ€œAlright, letโ€™s do this.โ€
***
The chapel is even more ridiculous than youโ€™d imagined. A man dressed as Elvis stands at the altar, adjusting his oversized sunglasses and strumming a guitar idly as he waits. Max is already there, looking completely at ease, as if this is just another podium ceremony.
When he sees you, his face lights up, and any lingering nerves you had melt away.
โ€œYou ready?โ€ Lando whispers, offering his arm.
โ€œAs Iโ€™ll ever be,โ€ you whisper back, looping your arm through his.
The music starts โ€” a surprisingly heartfelt rendition of โ€œCanโ€™t Help Falling in Loveโ€ sung by Elvis โ€” and you canโ€™t help but laugh under your breath.
โ€œYouโ€™re walking down the aisle to Elvis,โ€ Lando says, shaking his head. โ€œUnreal.โ€
โ€œShut up,โ€ you mutter, though youโ€™re smiling.
The walk feels like it takes forever and no time at all. Maxโ€™s gaze is fixed on you the entire time, his expression soft and unguarded in a way you donโ€™t see often. By the time you reach him, your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
Lando hands you off with an exaggerated sigh. โ€œTake care of her. Sheโ€™s the only one who can put up with you.โ€
โ€œDonโ€™t worry,โ€ Max says, smirking as he shakes Landoโ€™s hand. โ€œI plan to.โ€
Lando steps back, but not before whispering, โ€œIf you hurt her, Iโ€™ll crash you out next season.โ€
Max laughs, then turns back to you, his hands finding yours.
โ€œYou look amazing,โ€ he says, his voice low enough that only you can hear.
โ€œI look ridiculous,โ€ you whisper back.
His grin widens. โ€œEven better.โ€
Elvis clears his throat, drawing your attention. โ€œAlright, folks, letโ€™s get this show on the road!โ€
The ceremony is exactly as absurd as youโ€™d expected, and yet somehow, it feels perfect.
โ€œDearly beloved,โ€ Elvis begins, his voice smooth and practiced, โ€œwe are gathered here tonight to witness the union of Max and โ€ฆโ€ He pauses, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
You realize no one ever told him your name.
โ€œUh,โ€ you startle back to reality for a moment, โ€œY/N.โ€
โ€œMax and Y/N,โ€ Elvis continues smoothly, as if this sort of thing happens all the time.
He launches into the ceremony, peppering in car-themed metaphors and Elvis song references.
โ€œMarriage,โ€ he says at one point, โ€œis a lot like a road trip. Sometimes itโ€™s smooth sailing, sometimes you hit a few potholes, but as long as youโ€™ve got each other, youโ€™ll always find your way back to Graceland.โ€
You glance at Max, whoโ€™s barely holding back a laugh.
โ€œAre you laughing at our wedding vows?โ€ You whisper.
โ€œIโ€™m laughing at the potholes,โ€ he whispers back.
Elvis continues, undeterred.
When itโ€™s time for the personal vows, Max surprises you.
โ€œI know this is all โ€ฆ unconventional,โ€ he says, his hands still holding yours. โ€œBut thatโ€™s us, isnโ€™t it? Unconventional. From the first time we met, I knew you were different. You donโ€™t just keep up with me; you challenge me. You push me to be better, on and off the track. And you put up with all my nonsense, which is honestly impressive.โ€
You laugh, tears stinging your eyes.
โ€œI promise to always be your biggest fan, even when youโ€™re cheering for your brother,โ€ Max continues, his voice softer now. โ€œI promise to always fight for you, always support you, and always love you, no matter how crazy life gets.โ€
Youโ€™re not sure when the tears started falling, but theyโ€™re there, hot and fast.
โ€œYour turn,โ€ Elvis says, nodding at you.
You take a shaky breath, your voice trembling. โ€œMax, you drive me crazy. Youโ€™re stubborn, competitive, and impossible to argue with. But youโ€™re also kind, loyal, and the most passionate person Iโ€™ve ever met. You make me laugh when I donโ€™t want to, and you make me believe in things I never thought I could.โ€
His eyes soften, and you squeeze his hands tighter.
โ€œI promise to always stand by your side, even when youโ€™re impossible. I promise to love you, challenge you, and never let you win a bet without a fight.โ€
Max grins, and the rest of the room seems to fade away.
When Elvis finally declares you husband and wife, it feels like the world stops.
โ€œYou may now kiss your bride,โ€ he says with a flourish.
Max doesnโ€™t hesitate, pulling you close and kissing you like the world outside doesnโ€™t exist. The room erupts into cheers, Landoโ€™s voice loudest among them.
When you finally pull away, Max leans his forehead against yours, his voice barely a whisper.
โ€œWe did it.โ€
You smile, your hands resting on his chest. โ€œYeah. We did.โ€
And just like that, Max Verstappen is your husband.
***
The rest of the night passes in a blur of laughter, chaos, and an overwhelming sense of unreality. The โ€œreceptionโ€ is cobbled together on the fly, with Red Bull team members and an assortment of drivers spilling out of limos and taxis into a nearby lounge they commandeer for the celebration.
Max stays close to you the entire time, his hand resting on your lower back or entwined with yours. Every time you glance at him, heโ€™s already looking at you, his expression so full of love it makes your chest ache.
Eventually, you both slip away from the commotion, winding your way back to Maxโ€™s penthouse. The city hums below, the neon lights still pulsing with energy, but inside, everything feels quiet. Peaceful.
Youโ€™re curled up together in bed, the chaos of the night left behind, when Max finally speaks. โ€œSo,โ€ he says, breaking the comfortable silence, โ€œare you going to tell me what your favor wouldโ€™ve been if you had won the bet?โ€
You laugh softly, shaking your head. โ€œI donโ€™t think youโ€™re ready for that, Verstappen.โ€
His brows lift, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. โ€œOh, now you have to tell me.โ€
You tilt your head, feigning deep thought. โ€œWell, it wouldโ€™ve been something big. Something life-changing.โ€
His grin widens, and he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. โ€œLife-changing, huh? What, were you going to make me switch teams? Retire early?โ€
You smirk, letting the pause hang in the air just long enough for him to grow impatient. โ€œA ring.โ€
Max blinks, caught off guard for a split second. โ€œA ring?โ€
โ€œMm-hmm.โ€ You trace lazy circles on his chest, pretending not to notice his stunned expression. โ€œI was going to ask for a ring. But you, being Max Verstappen, had to be a few laps ahead and beat me to it. Like usual.โ€
His laughter bursts out, warm and unrestrained. โ€œYouโ€™re telling me you were going to propose to me?โ€
You shrug, unable to keep the playful smile off your face. โ€œWhat can I say? I wanted to beat you at your own game.โ€
Max shifts onto his side, propping himself up on one elbow to look at you fully. His grin is impossibly wide, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement and something deeper. โ€œYouโ€™re unbelievable.โ€
โ€œYou married me,โ€ you point out, grinning back.
โ€œI did,โ€ he agrees, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. โ€œAnd Iโ€™d do it again. But I have to say, I think I prefer this version. Me proposing. You saying yes. Vegas. Elvis.โ€
You laugh, swatting his chest lightly. โ€œYouโ€™re never going to let me live this down, are you?โ€
โ€œNot a chance.โ€ Heโ€™s still smiling, but his voice softens, turning serious. โ€œI love you, you know. And I donโ€™t care if itโ€™s Vegas or a ten-minute ceremony or some ridiculous bet. This โ€” us โ€” feels right. It always has.โ€
Your teasing expression falters, replaced by something softer. โ€œI love you, too. Even if you are insufferable.โ€
He chuckles, pulling you closer. โ€œInsufferable and married. To you. Forever.โ€
You roll your eyes but canโ€™t help the smile that spreads across your face. โ€œForever, huh?โ€
โ€œForever,โ€ he repeats firmly, pressing a kiss to your temple. โ€œAnd just for the record, I wouldโ€™ve said yes if youโ€™d proposed first.โ€
โ€œYeah?โ€
โ€œYeah.โ€ His lips brush against yours, his voice barely above a whisper. โ€œBut Iโ€™m glad I won this time.โ€
You laugh against his mouth, your arms winding around his neck as you pull him closer. โ€œDonโ€™t get used to it, Verstappen.โ€
โ€œI wouldnโ€™t dream of it, Mrs. Verstappen.โ€
The name catches you off guard, and your heart stutters in your chest. Mrs. Verstappen. Itโ€™s ridiculous and perfect and makes you want to laugh and cry at the same time.
โ€œYou like that?โ€ He asks, clearly noticing your reaction.
You bite your lip, nodding. โ€œI think I could get used to it.โ€
His grin returns, smug and full of mischief. โ€œGood. Because you donโ€™t have a choice now.โ€
You shake your head, laughing as you lean into him, letting the weight of the night settle around you. The city lights outside keep shining, the noise of Las Vegas carrying on far below, but in this moment, itโ€™s just the two of you.
And thatโ€™s all that matters.
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So you're looking for franquito requests? I have too many ideas, like it's insane. The things this man does to me I swear ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ๐Ÿฅฐ
Well, maybe you could do something like Argentinian non famous reader (not necessarily Argentinian but u know) dating him and nobody knows about her, till one day they both went tired of people assuming he's single n PUM, hard launch. I don't know if I explained this correctly, English isn't my first language so I'm sorry bby ๐Ÿฅบ
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Hard launch โ€” Franco colapinto x fem!reader
Faceclaim โ€” none I left it pretty inclusive for everyone Warningsโ€” none
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Summaryโ€” no one knew Franco was dating anyone until he was photographed at a party kissing his girlfriend.
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Captionโ€” Fue un fin de semana difรญcil que terminรณ en abandono, pero tengo ganas de correr en Las Vegas (it was a tough a weekend that ended in a dnf but i'm looking forward to racing in Vegas)
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User1โ€“ not Franco making goggly eyes at Lando during the drivers parade
User2โ€“ youโ€™ll get them next weekend Franco
User3โ€“ Franco try not to flirt with everyone challenge failed
User4โ€“ Iโ€™m surprised that Franco is still single manโ€™s flirts with everyone
Your usernameโ€” I think you did well today Franco
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User5โ€“ we all saw that right?
User6โ€“ oh we saw alright
Y/n posted to her story (private instagram)
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Captionโ€” chico somnoliento ๐Ÿ’ค๐Ÿ˜ด (sleepy boy)
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Seen by โ€ฆ Franco_colapinto43 and yourBFF
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Captionโ€” adivina de quiรฉn es la casa (guess whoโ€™s home)
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yourBFFโ€” whoโ€™s that funny looking man on my wifeโ€™s instagram account.
Franco_Colapinto43โ€“ last time I checked I was her boyfriend ๐Ÿคจ
yourBFFโ€” for now ๐Ÿ˜
Franco_Colapinto43โ€“ whatโ€™s that supposed to mean???
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The party was alive with chatter, music, and the occasional burst of laughter. People milled about, drink in hand, dancing in the dim light as the night carried on. Franco was standing by the bar, joking with a group of friends, when his eyes caught yours across the room. You were leaning against a wall, watching the crowd with a slight smile, your arms casually crossed. You always did prefer standing back and observing, letting the noise of others fade into the background.
Francoโ€™s grin widened, and without a second thought, he excused himself from the conversation and made his way toward you. He didnโ€™t care that people might be watching. He had long since stopped caring about the whispers, the questions, the rumors. It was just you two now, and that was enough.
โ€œHey,โ€ he greeted, slipping an arm around your shoulders as he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. โ€œYou having fun?โ€
You raised an eyebrow at him, playful as ever. โ€œYou know me, Iโ€™m just here to make sure you donโ€™t embarrass yourself.โ€
He laughed, the sound low and easy. โ€œOh, trust me, itโ€™s too late for that.โ€ He pulled you a little closer, your bodies pressed together in the cozy little corner of the room. You rolled your eyes but didnโ€™t pull away, enjoying the warmth of his embrace.
The laughter around you seemed to fade, the chatter becoming a blur, and it was like the two of you were in your own world for a moment. Francoโ€™s thumb traced the outline of your arm before he pulled back slightly, his mischievous smile never leaving his face.
โ€œWhat if we stopped letting everyone assume Iโ€™m single?โ€ he asked casually, his eyes glinting with that familiar spark.
You didnโ€™t have to think about itโ€”this had been brewing for weeks, maybe even months. Youโ€™d both gotten tired of the secrecy, of the constant guessing. You didnโ€™t care about the opinions of strangers anymore, not when it came to him.
โ€œI think itโ€™s time,โ€ you said, your voice light but resolute.
And then, with an ease that could only come from the comfort of being with someone who knew you better than anyone else, Franco leaned in, his lips catching yours in a quick, almost careless kiss.
For a moment, time seemed to stop. The room fell silent, people frozen in place. But you didnโ€™t care. You were too busy focusing on the way his lips lingered just long enough to make it clear.
As you pulled away, your hearts still beating in sync, the sound of murmurs around you slowly started up again. Whispers rippled through the crowd, but neither of you looked around. You didnโ€™t need to.
Franco grinned and shrugged, pulling you close again. โ€œGuess weโ€™re not hiding anymore,โ€ he said with a teasing smile, as if nothing had just happened. You couldnโ€™t help but laugh. โ€œGuess not.โ€
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Captionโ€” f1 driver Franco Colapinto caught kissing an unidentified woman while at a party.
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User7โ€“ WAIT WHAT?!?!
User8โ€“ who is she?
User9โ€“ conโ€”๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญโ€”gradโ€”๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญโ€”ulationsโ€”๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ
User10โ€“ I new there was no way he was single
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Captionโ€” Bueno, gatos fuera de la balsa, feliz Segundo aniversario, mi amor. (well cats out of the bag happy 2 year anniversary my love)
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ur-sick-and-married ยท 1 month ago
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BABY FEVER
(Kate Martin x reader)
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TW: Mentions of IVF.
Summary: Your girlfriend Kate has baby feverโ€ฆ
Authorโ€™s note: Kate is a golden retriever girlfriend and I will not be convinced otherwise.
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Since the Las Vegas Aces season was over, you could spend so much more time with Kate, your girlfriend. After a week of alone time with her, that you spent reconnecting, you two visited her sister. Which meant you got to see her nephew.
At the end of your first full day with the little family, Kate was quiet as you two made up the bed in the guest room.
โ€œKate?โ€ You said, watching her.
โ€œHm?โ€ She finally looked up.
โ€œWhatโ€™s up, babe?โ€ You asked softly.
โ€œNothingโ€™s up.โ€ She shrugged, lying. โ€œWhy?โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re being all weird and quietโ€ฆโ€ You commented.
She sat on her side of the bed, and you sat beside her.
โ€œI want oneโ€ฆโ€ She whispered, looking at her lap.
โ€œWhat?โ€ You furrowed your eyebrows.
โ€œI want a baby.โ€ She said softly. โ€œWith you.โ€
You couldnโ€™t decide whether you wanted to laugh or cry.
โ€œKateโ€ฆโ€ You smiled a little.
โ€œI donโ€™t know whatโ€™s happening.โ€ She was genuinely surprised. โ€œI just look at that little baby and I want one.โ€
โ€œItโ€™s only your first year in the WNBAโ€ฆโ€ You whispered.
โ€œI know, I know,โ€ She groaned.
โ€œBabeโ€ฆโ€ You grinned, watching her flop back on the bed. โ€œI think you have baby fever.โ€
โ€œI do.โ€ Kate agreed. โ€œIโ€™m very sick with it.โ€
You laid beside her, your head on her chest. You couldnโ€™t help but find this amusing, yet endearing.
โ€œYou havenโ€™t even popped the questionโ€ฆโ€ You teased.
โ€œOh, please,โ€ She scoffed. โ€œWeโ€™re basically married.โ€
โ€œYou know us having a baby would be difficult, right?โ€ You whispered.
You knew your only option if you wanted a baby that was truly, biologically yours was IVF. And you knew how scary and long the process was.
Kate nodded, silent again.
It was quiet, then she spoke very softly, โ€œBut Iโ€™d do all that. Iโ€™d do whatever. I just want a little babyโ€ฆI could teach them about basketball. You could come to my games with the kid. Everyone would love you. Well, they already do, but you know what I mean.โ€
You felt tears in your eyes now. Having a child with Kate was your dream.
โ€œOh, God, donโ€™t cry!โ€ Kate yelped, pulling you close and holding you tightly.
โ€œIโ€™m not crying.โ€ You mumbled into her chest. โ€œYouโ€™reโ€ฆso cute.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™d be so cute with a little bumpโ€ฆโ€ She lightly touched your stomach.
You let her wipe your eyes.
โ€œListen, Kate,โ€ You whispered. โ€œWeโ€™re gonna have a kid one day. But thatโ€™s other stuff that has to happen first. So until we have our own baby, we can just babysit all the damn time.โ€
She thought for a moment, then sighed, โ€œDeal.โ€
โ€œDeal? Really? Thatโ€™s what you say?โ€ You groaned.
โ€œWhat else do you want me to say?โ€ She laughed, grinning.
You laughed too.
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heartlilith ยท 10 months ago
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WHAT THE VENUS SIGNS REMIND ME OF
๐ŸฉทOddly specific things I think about when I hear ______ venus
Aries Venus: Summer, rubies, Mr. and Mrs. Smith, rollercoasters, fast cars, the color red, vampire fangs, Saturday nights, liquor stores and gas stations, fireworks, sour candy, cool bic lighters, โ€œyouโ€™re mineโ€, Mario Kart, boys who wear nail polish, fuck it energy, oversized sweatshirts, middle finger emoji, cherries
Taurus Venus: Satin pillowcases, white candles, pearls, mirrors, hand holding, walking someone home at night, vinyls, red lipstick, full lips, fancy dinner dates, the wine and dine, old romantic movies, wallets and purses, hotels, French manicures, old money, โ€œI wonโ€™t get on my knees for no manโ€
Gemini Venus: Driving around at night listening to music, reading to someone, comedy shows, mimosas, Samantha from Sex and the City, libraries, nerd kink, hot teachers/student kink, emerald green, laughter, swing sets, looking out of the window and just watching, untied shoelaces, dogs and puppies, dad jokes
Cancer Venus: Soft feather pillows, a bowl of warm soup, a bubble bath, tears and running mascara, babies and how babies laugh, poetry, โ€œIโ€™ll be whatever you want me to beโ€, hot tubs, hot coffee, teddy bears, heartbeats, soft hands & skin, lotion, bagels and cream cheese, doodling in your journal
Leo Venus: Lip gloss, mojitos, getting drunk at brunch, diamond tennis bracelets, drunk texts you regret sending later, the block button, lonely nights, shooting stars, blowing bubbles, piggy back rides, art museums, glittery eyeshadow, jumparoos, birthday parties
Virgo Venus: Taking a shower, Dove soap, smooth skin, symmetry, butterflies, the smell of books, getting a facial or going to the spa, chicken caesar salads, the good tasting water, chunky headphones, acoustic guitar, running errands, getting your eyebrows done, neat handwriting, neutral colors, sushi
Libra Venus: Blush, dimples, Y2K fashion, Hello Kitty, makeup skills, those little hand mirrors, princes and princesses, cupcakes, pedicures, Margaritas, taking pictures, art, castles, Disney movies, daisies, spin the bottle, cartwheels, soft hair, bubblegum, skincare, watermelon and pineapple
Scorpio Venus: Psychology, neck tattoos, โ€œuntil death do us partโ€, Kings & Queens, snakes, sacred sex, chess, secrets, hickeys, the feeling after you stay up all night, the feeling of being at a concert, roses, knives, tequila shots, legs intertwined, dirty martinis, sparklers, Avril Lavigne, fantasy books, true crime and dark history
Sagittarius Venus: Clouds, rock climbing, rappers, Hip Hop and R&B, going on vacation, aรงaรญ bowls and fresh fruit, sun kissed/radiant skin, the color yellow, retreats, history, yoga and Pilates, spicy food, โ€œit is what it isโ€, curly hair, the smell of weed, casinos, the last day of school, Las Vegas
Capricorn Venus: Leather, red wine, the cow pattern, cowgirl boots, the color brown, espresso, dark chocolate, briefcase of money like in the movies, the movie Scarface, whiskey on the rocks, bosses, owls, turtle necks, caramel, wearing suits, lingerie, business, New York City
Aquarius Venus: Lightbulbs, telescopes and microscopes, LED lights, hamsters, college parties, glitter, peace signs, 70s concerts, food trucks, skipping school, โ€œfuck itโ€, diving in the pool, the beach at night, disco balls, getting detentions in school
Pisces Venus: Mermaids, kittens, cartoons and Disney princesses, champagne, Webkinz, little kid stories like Goldilocks, 3 Little Pigs, Hansel and Gretel, clear glittery lip gloss, holographic, snowmen and icicles, swimming in the pool, flower gardens, glow sticks , picnics, bumblebees, sand castles, elementary art class, 3D movies
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alexturntable ยท 7 days ago
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official_glp Revving up the action for LasVegasGP! GLOBALPOKER and Scuderia Ferrari are taking The Strip by storm! ๐ŸŽ๏ธ๐Ÿ
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verstappen-cult ยท 9 months ago
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Hi!! First of all i love your fics๐Ÿฉท
I saw you were asking for petitions about lestappen so how about a meet cute between lestappen and an anonymous reader? Like sheโ€™s not famous or the child of anyone famous, sheโ€™s just a fan of F1 and they meet in like a library or something like that, maybe even the paddock? I donโ€™t know if this makes any sense, probably not.
โ€œMax, for the hundredth time I swear to God we are in a school book.โ€ Charles walks into the library as Max rolls his eyes, trying to understand why is that so important.
โ€œAnd thatโ€™s relevant becauseโ€ฆโ€ He was just trying to buy some groceries and bumped into Charles, who was very excited and dragged him out of there even before he could pay for his food. And he canโ€™t say no to Charlie, so.
โ€œThat makes us literally legends,โ€ He says, peering into every bookshelf for the correct one. โ€œkids are learning about racing and us. At school.โ€
โ€œYeaโ€™ thatโ€™s actually pretty cool.โ€
โ€œOh.โ€ Charles suddenly stops walking, making Max stop in his tracks, bumping into him.
When Max looks up, heโ€™s met with the prettiest girl heโ€™s laid eyes upon. She has a few books in her arms, and is trying to grab one that is on the top shelf.
โ€œDo you need any help?โ€ Charles takes a step closer and then, sheโ€™s facing them. Sheโ€™s silent for a couple of seconds, looking between the two of them.
Next thing they know, sheโ€™s smiling brightly at them. โ€œYes, please. I just need that one.โ€ She points to a black and red one.
Charles tries to grab the book but itโ€™s a little out of his reach. Max tries to hide a smile behind his hands, and doesnโ€™t say anything when the boy turns around, silently asking him for help.
โ€œThatโ€™s actually the book we were looking for.โ€
โ€œYou can have it.โ€ The girl pushes the book against Charlesโ€™ chest, but he just gives it back.
โ€œYou probably need it for school or something.โ€ Max says, giving her his best smile. โ€œWe were just trying to see ourselves in that book.โ€
She raises her eyebrows, immediately opening the book and looking for the picture. โ€œOh, thatโ€™s why you looked so familiar!โ€ She exclaims, turning the book around to show them the page.
And Charles was right, there is a picture of both of them alongside Checo on the podium in Las Vegas last year. Thereโ€™s a paragraph talking about what is Formula One and who are they.
Yeah, itโ€™s pretty cool.
โ€œSo,โ€ Charles says, cheeks burning red. โ€œDo you need it for school? Are you like in senior year or something like that?โ€ Max laughs because he canโ€™t help it. He has never seen him flirting before.
โ€œNo, my nephew needs it. Iโ€™m just helping.โ€ She then proceeds to introduce herself, saying her name and waving. Max and Charles find it so cute, they seem to have fallen for her charm. And they just met her.
โ€œItโ€™s your nephew a Formula One fan?โ€
โ€œActually,โ€ The beautiful girl pulls her phone out of her bag, showing them her lockscreen. Sheโ€™s there next to a boy in a kart. โ€œHeโ€™s into karting and is gonna be so jealous when I tell him I met you two.โ€
โ€œWell,โ€ Max tries to sound nonchalant but heโ€™s so nervous. He just hopes she doesnโ€™t notice, or Charles because heโ€™s gonna make fun of him for the rest of their lives. โ€œWe would be very happy to meet him.โ€
โ€œOh my God, seriously? Heโ€™ll be so happy if you come to one of his races. He will lose his mind.โ€
โ€œI was actually talking about Facetime.โ€ Max hates himself when he sees her face falls, but forgets about it the second sheโ€™s blushing.
โ€œJust ignore him. Max is nervous because youโ€™re so pretty and he doesnโ€™t know how to talk with pretty girls.โ€ Max wants to punch him in the face. โ€œAnd youโ€™re like very pretty.โ€
โ€œYou get nervous around pretty girls too, Charles?โ€
If looks could killโ€ฆ
The pretty girl giggles, and they turn to look at her so fast their necks start to hurt. โ€œWhy donโ€™t you come to the race this weekend and you can see if I get nervous around pretty boys too?โ€
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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 28 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: As your school year fades into summer break, your wedding day approaches. Before your fourth graders move to fifth grade, you and Bradley invite the pen pals along for the big day.
Warnings: fluff, adult language, smut, Bradley being husband material, 18+
Length: 3400 words
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader
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That summer...
"The best part about our wedding venue is that it's free," you whispered. "The worst part is that we had to clean it ourselves."
"Agreed," Bradley replied with a groan.
You were exhausted, both physically and mentally, and now you were sprawled out mostly on top of Bradley on the living room couch which was too small even for him alone. His big hand was heavy where it rested on your back, and his voice was a deep rumble in his chest.
"But on Saturday, we'll be married. So it's worth it."
His words warmed you as you snuggled a little closer. Both of you could use a shower after the day you had, but you didn't even make it that far yet. As soon as you walked inside, this is where you ended up. You were expecting his stomach to start growling at any moment, and you were prepared to make some sandwiches when necessary.
"It was nice of Nat, Marty and Ruby to help us get things ready," you told him with a yawn.ย 
In a shocking turn of events, Marty and Ruby got married over spring break in Las Vegas after going on just six dates. Actually, when you considered that they probably fell in love the day they met, it wasn't that shocking at all. People told you all the time they were surprised you were marrying Bradley a year after you blindly mailed a box to an unknown Naval aviator, but to you, it all felt exactly right.
"Marty was like a wizard with that scrub brush today. I don't think there's anything he can't do," Bradley said, mirroring your yawn with one of his own. "Are all of your kiddos coming on Saturday?"
"Mmm... most of them, yeah. And don't forget, you have to drive Edith up with you."
"I won't forget. She's a pretty integral part to our day, Gorgeous," he muttered, and sure enough his stomach began to rumble. "Damn, I was hoping I'd make it to the shower with you first." He gave your rear end a squeeze. "I haven't seen you naked since this morning."
You groaned and started to ease your body away from him and stood. "You'll see plenty of that when we're in Paris."
"I better," he replied, one eyebrow cocked as he examined you in your filthy old jeans and one of his ratty undershirts. "You look damn good, Mrs. Bradshaw. You'll need a new name tag for your classroom door when school starts in August."
Your fingers dragged through his wavy hair before tracing the scars on his cheek. "If I change my name." A little pout appeared on his lips, and you leaned down to kiss it away. "Come on and have a sandwich before we get cleaned up, Handsome."
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Bradley had much less responsibility on Saturday than you did. He had to put on his dress whites, fix his hair, and drive Edith up to Mira Mesa with him. You on the other hand left with Natasha first thing in the morning after demanding Bradley not even look at you. Apparently that was bad luck, but he'd already been watching you sleep peacefully when he woke around dawn before falling asleep again.
He wasn't exactly nervous about the wedding, but he was a little anxious. He wanted to get married and settle into things before your school year started. And before he left again for deployment. You always seemed to have more patience for his career than he did, but he wanted to be selfish and have some time at home while he was still a newlywed. And that didn't even account for the upcoming week in Paris.
While he was in the bathroom, running his fingers through his damp hair, Bradley examined his freshly shaven cheeks. Sometimes he forgot about his facial scars. You always looked at him like he was flawless, and now it rarely occurred to him to be overly self conscious about it. But they were there, and you had kissed all over them last night before bed while you teased him about what you wrote for your wedding vows.
He didn't bother to write his down. What would be the point in that? He could hardly ever shut up about how much he loved you, so he would just say what was on his mind when the time came. The ceremony was going to be quick anyway since Marty was officiating. Bradley could tell the reserved, older man only agreed to do it for the sake of friendship, and you told him he could keep it very short.ย 
As he pulled his white uniform on, Bradley smiled, knowing he'd have you back in bed this evening before leaving insanely early to go to the airport in the morning. When be was all set, he grabbed the wedding bands from the dresser, and headed over to get Edith.
She was wearing a purple dress and had her sheet music with her, and Bradley realized that other than Nat, she was the closest thing to a family member that he would have with him today. "Thanks for coming up to Mira Mesa, Edith," he said, opening the passenger door of his Bronco for her.
She looked delighted. "It's my pleasure. I'm just so pleased you asked me to be there. And you look so handsome, Bradley. And very happy."
He was happy. So fucking happy. And that was the bottom line. He was too busy being happy to think about his scars or worry about reading his wedding vows from a piece of paper. He fell in love with you through notes, emails and letters, but today he was going off script.
"Iย amย happy, Edith. Happier than I ever expected to be."
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"God, you look like aย dream," Natasha gushed, fluffing out the bottom of your simple wedding dress before adjusting the straps along your shoulders. "Your makeup is beautiful, and your hair is perfect. Bradley is going to piss his pants when he sees you."
"Hopefully not while he's in his dress whites," you replied, making her crack up while she took a step back to inspect you one last time.
She planted her hands on her hips in her cute, green dress. "This is going to be the perfect wedding. A quick ceremony followed by spaghetti and meatballs catered from the best restaurant in San Diego. This is how everyone should get married."
"I told Marty theย ceremony needs to be quick, because Bradley's stomach will growl the whole time otherwise. I don't like it when he has to go too long without eating," you murmured, looking down at the fabric that cascaded along your new shoes. When you looked up again, Natasha was leaning with one shoulder against the brick exterior of your elementary school and wiping tears from her eyes. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she whispered, shaking her head and sniffing. "It's just that youย getย him. You understandย him." She took a deep breath and added, "Bradley seems big and boisterous, but he's actually really sensitive. And he needs someone to look after him and make sure he eats enough.ย That'sย the kind of shit he needs. Not someone who is always mad at him for having feelings. He needs you, because you love him back as much as he loves you."
"Natasha," you gasped, reaching for her as tears stung your eyes. She had known Bradley for so many years, and her words made your heart swell with even more happiness. "I do love him. So much," you whispered as she squeezed you tight.
Then you heard the sound of a piano playing in the distance and knew you needed to start walking toward the playground. "Take care of him. And let him take care of you," Natasha said.ย 
She wiped her tears on her sleeve as she gently guided you across the asphalt and handed you a bouquet of flowers. Your wedding vows were folded up into a paper airplane amongst the blooms that came from the florist Bradley used for your surprise bouquet when he was last deployed. Your heart beat a little faster as Natasha headed away from you and turned at the corner of the building, and then it was your turn to start walking.
The first thing you saw was the parking lot where Bradley's Bronco sat next to the Salvatore's catering van. Then the small, outdoor lunch pavilion came into view, which Ruby spent the morning decorating with fresh flowers, paper airplanes, and the fanciest disposable tableware you could find. Then you saw all of the kids from your class last year, and you smiled as they all waved and shouted your name.
But when you finally saw the playground equipment, Bradley was standing there in his dress whites surrounded by his friends and your friends and Maverick and Ruby. And his smile was so bright as you ran to him while Edith played the piano in the auditorium with all the windows open. It was a medley of love songs, but none of them compared to the love you felt when you were in Bradley's arms.
"Hey, Gorgeous," he whispered, scooping you up when you reached him, crushing the flowers between your body and his. "You look so pretty."
His dress whites were a bit scratchy against your skin, and this was the only time you'd seen him wearing them other than that one night last month that turned into some role playing after he tried them on. He always took your breath away. Since the first moment he wrote back to your letter, you just wanted more of him. You couldn't help but kiss him.
"Oh no!" Violet gasped. "You're supposed to do that at the end!"
Bradley laughed against your lips, and you turned your head to really take a good look at all the kids. They were all there with parents, some of whom had been at Career Day. And they were dressed up and looked adorable. You were going to miss them next year when they were in fifth grade.
"I promise we'll do it again at the end," Bradley laughed, his voice a deep rumble against your palm.
Then the piano music came to a stop, and Edith came shuffling outside as Marty introduced himself to everyone.ย 
"I'm sure the kids all remember you, Marty," you assured him. "You were the coolest adult at Career Day."
"Hey," Bradley complained as he tried to straighten out your flowers.
"I meantย secondย coolest adult at Career Day," you amended, and now both Marty and Bradley were smiling.
"Well, regardless, you told me to keep this quick," Marty said. You could already smell the spaghetti and knew for sure Bradley was hungry. "So quick it shall be." He cleared his throat and said, "I'm pretty sure I knew Lieutenant Bradshaw was in love before he knew it himself. I've overlapped with him on several deployments over the past eight years, and he always seemed a little bit lonely." You laced your fingers with Bradley's and leaned against his shoulder as Marty continued. "Until last year when he asked for my permission to take some photos and videos of me working on an engine rebuild. I told him I didn't mind, and then he divulged that it was for a fourth grade class back in California. My immediate assumption was that he was dating a teacher, but he told me he was just writing to some new pen pals. By the end of that long deployment, he told me he'd fallen for their teacher and couldn't wait to meet her."
"That's the absolute truth," Bradley murmured, his lips pressed to your forehead.
"We helped though," called Jayden, and you started laughing.ย 
"That's also very true," Bradley confirmed. "Couldn't have pulled this off without all eighteen of you."
Marty shrugged. "That's pretty much all I have to say. It's so obvious that the two of you are made for each other. And I'm happy my friend isn't lonely anymore. Oh, and thanks for introducing me to Ruby." He blushed as he looked at his wife who then blew him a kiss. "Uh, so you can probably say some vows if you want to."
"Right," you agreed, handing your flowers to Bradley as you pulled the paper airplane from between two roses.ย 
"Nice touch," he told you as you unfolded it, and he was all smiles when you looked up into his brown eyes.
"I learned from the best." You smoothed the page out in your hands. Your handwriting looked a little blurry as you realized there were tears in your eyes. After you read the few words you'd written from your heart, Bradley would do the same. And then you'd be married. You were almost dizzy with anticipation as you grinned up at him in his white hat which was slightly crooked now. "Bradley. You give me these butterflies in my tummy. All the time. From the very start. At first, I thought it was just a novelty. An extremely attractive man was taking time out of his day to humor me and my students? Butterflies galore." Bradley ducked his head and blushed, and when you reached up to touch his name tag, he met your gaze again. "But then I noticed a pattern. I felt them anytime I shamelessly thought about you. Whenever I reread your letters. When I refreshed my inbox hoping for a little note. When a box arrived for my class. Butterflies."
"Gorgeous," he whispered, cheeks still pink. "Baby, I was falling in love with you."
You laughed when he kissed your forehead again. "I was falling in love with you, too. But imagine my surprise when your deployment was ending and you asked me out. And then you made my students and I a priority the very first day you were back. And you've made me a priority ever since. Bradley, the butterflies don't stop, and I don't want them to."
He nodded. "I want you to have them forever. I promise I'll try to make that happen."
"I know you will," you whispered. "And I promise to dispose of all the spiders for you." He barked out a laugh. "And I will always say your name just to watch you melt a little bit. And I promise to talk aviation to you and always make sure you eat and always say I love you."
"Well, shit," he grunted, then his eyes went wide as he glanced at the kids and back to your face. "I mean, shoot. All of that sounds like everything I want." He cleared his throat, and you took your flowers back from his big hand. "I didn't actually write my vows down, because they are simple. They are never going to change. Sure, we got to know each other by writing and typing out our thoughts and feelings. And yeah, I still love getting a notification on my phone and reading what you sent to me. But nothing compares to hearing your voice. Nothing compares to how good I feel when I can tell you how much I love you in person."
"Bradley," you whispered, eyes and nose burning with unshed tears.
"I know, Gorgeous. It overwhelms me, too. You already have my heart. You own it. Everything I have to offer is yours. I just ask for three things in return." You pressed your lips together to keep from sobbing. "First, I'm so serious about the spiders, okay? If you see one, don't even tell me about it, just make it go away, alright?" You nodded and laughed through your tears. "Second, I need you onboard with movie nights on the little couch forever. I like that you end up laying on me because there's not enough room. I like staying in for the night with you."
"It's my favorite," you whispered. "Let's do it forever. What's number three?"
Bradley smiled and leaned a little closer. "Number three. I just need you to talk to me. However you can. Let me hear your voice. Email me. Text me or call me. Write me a letter or fill up a journal. Anything. All of it. I just need you to talk to me no matter where I am. I'm pretty sure that will get me through anything."
You were nodding in agreement as you thrust your bouquet at Marty and threw your arms around Bradley's neck. When your lips met his, you felt the butterflies. "I can do that," you promised before he kissed you harder.ย 
You could hear your former fourth graders all cheering, and then Marty said, "I guess as far as I'm concerned, you're married."ย 
You were wrapped up in Bradley's warm grasp as he kissed you until Natasha had to say, "There are children present!" When he finally pulled away, you watched his eyes grow wide.
"We forgot the wedding bands." He dug around in his pocket and pulled them out, slipping yours into place right away. "I want mine on, too. Been looking forward to wearing it for weeks."
"I know you have," you told him, lingering on the feel of his rough hand against yours as you slide it on. "Itย looks good on you. Now, I think it's time for you to have some spaghetti."
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Bradley moaned as he bit into a chocolate pastry that melted in his mouth. It was buttery and delicious, and about to be topped off by the cup of coffee in front of him. "I was wrong," he grunted.
You looked at him across the cafe table, tucked under the awning and out of the rain that landed on the cobblestone street ten feet away. "Wrong about what?" you asked, brow creased in concern.
He held out the pastry for you to nibble on as he said, "Paris isn't just the city of love and the city of sex. It's also the city ofย food."
You laughed and covered your mouth as you chewed. "You've had plenty of all three since we got here, Bradley."
"I sure have," he agreed, thinking about all the frilly French lingerie inside the shopping bag at your feet. "And I would really like to have some more of each."
"And here I was concerned you'd miss Thai dinners on the beach and the food at Salvatore's."
"Oh! I should talk to them about putting chocolate pastries on their menu."
"You would bug to go there every day."
"Nah," he said, taking a sip of the best coffee he'd ever had. "Not every day. Nothing beats hanging out on our couch. Now, how many of these should we take back to the hotel?" he asked, holding up the last bit of the snack before popping it into his mouth. He moaned as it melted away on his tongue. "I'm just going to go inside and have them pack up whatever they have left."
"We can come back tomorrow!" you said with a laugh. "We're in Paris for three more days, Bradley."
"I love the way you think, Baby," he replied with a nod. "We'll take a bunch back now, and then we'll come back tomorrow."
When you and he headed out into the rain, he kept you tucked against his side along with the box of pastries and the bag of lingerie while he held the umbrella.ย 
"Looks like there's nothing much to do for the rest of the afternoon," you said casually. "Seems like a pretty good time for you to have more love and sex and food."
"Let's go, Mrs. Bradshaw. I think you have some things to try on for me."Thirty minutes later, all the lingerie you tried on was already removed again, but only after he'd taken some pictures. And now you and he were doing the same thing you'd done at least once per day since you checked into the hotel room which overlooked the Champs-ร‰lysรฉesย and the Eiffel Tower beyond.
"Oh god," you moaned, on your hands and knees, naked on the bed. Bradley had his hands on your hips, holding you still so you could enjoy the view of the rainy city while he fucked you from behind. "It's so pretty here," you whined.
"Look at me, Baby," he coaxed, running his left hand complete with wedding band up along your back. He stroked your neck as you turned your head to show him your beautiful face and fucked out expression over your shoulder. "It's Gorgeous."
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โœฉ : the aftermath of the las vegas grand prix with max
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You couldn't remember the exact moment when the tears prickling your eyes had started streaming down your face, but right then it didn't matter. Nothing really did.
The only thing you could focus on was the roaring of the engines right across the pit lane, matching the loud thumping of your heart.
One more lap.
Just one lap, and Max would've been crowned World Champion for the fourth time in a row.
You brought your hands up to your mouth, squeezing them together in a silent prayer as your eyes remained glued to the little screen in the Red Bull box. The crowd cheered as George Russell was declared winner of the Grand Prix, their screams seeming miles away from you as you still held your breath. The race wasn't over yet.
The next few minutes were a confused swirl of people shouting, hugs, and congratulating pats on the backโ€”a river of blue suits that dragged you outside into the crisp night breeze. You ran alongside the rest of the crew, vision blurred with tears, until you reached the barrier and let out something between a sob and a laugh.
There he was.
Standing tall on top of the car with both arms thrown in the air, taking in the thousands of people yelling his name and chanting him with a deafening applause, Max had never looked so genuinely happy and excited about his own achievement.
Suddenly, his gaze caught yours through the visor of his helmet, and you could swear you'd seen his eyes light up. In less than one second, he jumped off the vehicle and ran up to where you were standing, his large hands immediately finding your waist as you secured yours around his neck, letting him effortlessly lift you off the ground and spin you in the air while just screaming with pure, raw joy.
Once he was done, he didn't let you go, wrapping your legs around his torso and placing his hands on the back of your thighs to keep you up. His chest rose with every heavy pant he let out. You closed your eyes, tears still spilling from them, before resting your forehead against the cold glass of the visor and taking a deep breath of relief: finally.
Pulling away, you gently helped him take the helmet off, one of his hands quickly leaving your side to rip the balaclava off his head. All you could see was a glimpse of his icy blue eyes before his fingers firmly cupped your jaw and drew you into him, your lips crashing together. The suddenness of the kiss made you drop the helmet to the ground.
You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer, your lips chasing each other in their own perfect race, breaths intertwined in a flawless melody.
Even with your eyes closed, you could feel the blinding flashes of the paparazzi's cameras surrounding you. You could hear the amused whistles coming from both fans and the other drivers, but you couldnโ€™t care less. This moment was yours and yours only, and it felt so right: just you and Max, melting in each other's arms.
When you moved back, breathless from the intense kiss, you brought your still trembling hands up to his face and traced every inch of it with your fingertips, your touch feathery, almost as if to draw a map on his glistening skin: thick, pensive eyebrows, always so focused eyes, and full lips.
"You did it, Max," you managed to whisper, voice hoarse from staying silent for too long. "Four-times World Champion."
"Actually, this is the first World Championship I've really won." You could hear the laugh in his voice, his smug expression making your eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"Because it's the first one my world came to see," he explained softly, his fingers running up to your forehead to brush a lock of hair out of your face before grazing your silky skin, his gaze lovingly locked onto yours.
You felt your eyes well up with hot tears once again, but as soon as one of them started rolling down your cheek, he was quick to catch it with his thumb and tenderly wipe it away.
"Nice reflexes, Verstappen," you muttered against his lips, a faint smirk plastered on your face.
"Not bad for a four-time World Champion, huh?" He grinned back before closing the gap between the two of you, drunk on the feeling of your mouths dancing together.
The world around him was long forgotten. For now, the only world he seemed to care about was the one wrapped tight into his arms.
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How Romanticโ€”
Youโ€™re Corroded Coffinโ€™s tour manager and you wake up realizing you drunkenly got married to Eddie the night before.
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tags/warnings: fluff | 2.7k words | f!reader | rockstar!Eddie | alcohol ment
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Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary when you opened your eyes this morning. Your head was pounding, but you expected that after Corroded Coffinโ€™s first show in Las Vegas. You went to rub the sleep out from your eyes but you winced in pain as you felt a small object scratch the corner of your eye.
โ€œOw! What the hell?โ€ You hissed. You sat up and flicked on the bedside lamp.
A diamond ring sat on the third knuckle of your left hand, the sight causing you to flinch like it were a spider crawling up your leg.
โ€œEddie?โ€ You shoved your sleeping client beside you. โ€œEddie, I think we did something really stupid last night,โ€
โ€œWhat? Of course, we did! Weโ€™re rockstars, idiot,โ€ He grumbled, rolling his shoulders to shake off your hand.
He attempted to roll over and fall back asleep, but this wasnโ€™t a situation you could press the snooze button on. In a panic you pulled him up by his long hair, forcing him to sit up beside you.
โ€œHey!โ€”โ€œ
โ€œEddie, shut up,โ€ You said sternly, interrupting his whining. โ€œLet me see your hands,โ€
You fumbled around to get a hold of them, light scratches exchanged between the both of you as you slapped each other like bickering children. Somehow you were able to catch his wrist, bringing his left hand closer to the light.
As you feared, he wore a gold band on his ring finger, with white diamonds that glistened, mocking you.
โ€œHoly shit, no, no, no-โ€ You cursed under your breath when you wanted to scream, but the ever-present headache prevented you from raising your voice.
Eddie flinched as you tugged at him, then chuckled when he caught the sight of his own ring.
โ€œLooks like we got a matching set,โ€ He said casually.
His expression didnโ€™t change, leaving you utterly dumbfounded. You could tell he was not understanding the gravity of the situation at all.
โ€œA matching set?โ€” Eddie this isnโ€™t some cute friendship bracelet thing!โ€ You shook your head then forced his hand closer to his face like it could get him to understand.
Eddie wasnโ€™t stupid by any means, but boy did he struggle to get the point sometimes. You knew to cut him some slack considering he was hungover just like you. However, you didnโ€™t think you had to spell this all out for him.
Another moment passed before his eyes opened up fully. โ€œOhโ€ฆ OH!โ€ He exclaimed.
โ€œYeah, oh,โ€ You sighed, relieved and irritated.
He studied his hand for a moment, tilting it in the light as he observed the jewels embedded into the gold.
โ€œOh wow, this is-โ€ He mumbled to himself, his voice getting lost in a trail of thoughts.
He then went silent for a moment before suddenly grabbing your hand harshly, and yanking it into the light. โ€œI bet yours is nicer, let me see,โ€ He grumbled, his tone sounding almost jealous. It did nothing but work you up even more. You were unfortunately going to have to spell it out for him.
You flailed out of bed, ripping off the robe that hung on the lampshade, and covered yourself. The bewildered glare you gave Eddie only caused him to look more confused. You sighed and rubbed your aching head.
โ€œI canโ€™t believe Iโ€™m even explaining this to you right now,โ€ You mumbled to yourself. You put your hands together and pointed the form at him. โ€œEddie, I think we got married last night,โ€
You hoped and prayed he would give you a different look, one that didnโ€™t make you believe he didnโ€™t even know his own name.
โ€œYou think? Or you know?โ€ He countered, raising his eyebrows at you. โ€œThese rings could mean nothing, we just have to make sure,โ€
His expression was far more casual than it shouldโ€™ve been. You didnโ€™t know how much longer you would be able to stay patient, he was making your blood boil. He was treating this as if you were scolding him for showing up late to the gig.
As much as you wanted him to prove your theory wrong, you feared it wasnโ€™t likely. Your eyes scanned the trashed hotel room for any other sign. To your dismay, there was a white dress tossed to the side of the bathroom. Disgust and regret painted your face as you lifted it. It was covered in red wine and smelled even worse.
โ€œI think I found my wedding dress,โ€ You gagged, holding it up to show Eddie.
You groaned as you just as quickly threw it back down on the floor.
Eddieโ€™s smile wavered as he saw the state of your wedding dress. He suddenly looked nauseous as he observed the wine stains and messy wrinkles.
โ€œWe mustโ€™ve been super wasted last night,โ€ He thought back to the night before, his mind desperately trying to recall any other details. โ€œI canโ€™t remember a damn thing after the first hour or so,โ€ He said, running a hand through his messy hair.
โ€œYeah, no kidding,โ€
You examined the dress again from where you stood and bits and pieces of last night suddenly came back to you. The cheap rhinestones on it formed a pattern that haunted you.
The sight took you back to when Eddie and you stumbled downtown, giggling as you tried to keep each other upright. With one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady, he used the other to point out the ridiculously lit chapel you were passing by. A window peered into a showroom with a plethora of wedding dresses.
You let out a low whistle with your finger pointed at the glass. โ€œJeez what a dress, huh? Have you ever seen anything more gaudy?โ€ You elbowed Eddie in the chest playfully.
You were too amused to see that he hardly gave that stupid dress more than one glance. He was too captivated by the way you looked underneath the twinkling lights.
โ€œI dunno. I bet youโ€™d make it look good,โ€ Eddie slurred back, raising his eyebrows to fight his half-lidded eyes. His sudden suggestive tone took you aback. He was always crass and liked to push buttons, but never had he been this forward with you. You felt a strange flutter in the pit of your stomach that you had every intention of ignoring.
โ€œAlright, buddy, I gotta get you back to the hotel. Youโ€™re too far gone if youโ€™re imagining your manager in a wedding dress,โ€ You hiccupped, trying to pry Eddie away from the chapel windows, but he was sturdy like a wall. You yelped as he pulled you by the wrist back into him.
โ€œI think you should go in and try it on,โ€ He whispered, his lips grazing your ear.
Shivers went down your spine, traveling down your body and convincing you it was a good idea. The sloshing liquor in your gut and the rasp of his voice was a dangerous combination. It created a switch inside your head that drained you of your professionalism, leaving only traits that would make you the woman of Eddieโ€™s dreams. This included the boldness to slip your hand into his and say โ€œAwโ€ฆ Fuck it, why not? Letโ€™s see how stupid it looks,โ€
Eddie hastily led you into the chapel, walking through the doorway and into the showroom full of gowns. The two of you were greeted by a bored employee who couldnโ€™t look less interested in her job, but somehow had the energy to sneer at the both of you. You only took it as a sign that you should try on the stupid dress if only to spite that miserable lady at the front desk.
Just as you were joking about before, you took the gown that sat in the window and brought it with you to the fitting room. It was way too ornate and flashy for your taste, but you had the itch to try it on to humor Eddieโ€™s curiosity. One outfit change later and you came out, propped up against the doorframe with a hand on your hip. Despite your slightly pained expression, you glittered beautifully in the dress.
โ€œOkay Iโ€™m pretty sure this thing is a size too small because I can hardly breathe, but here it is. Happy now, Munson?โ€ You gave an ironic smile.
You expected Eddie to laugh along with you, maybe even make a few digs at how awful the get-up was, but he didnโ€™t. Instead, he stared at you slack-jawed. You had brought an entire galaxy to his hazy eyes. His pupils dilated with desire as he took a few sudden strides toward you.
โ€œThere is no way youโ€™re actually making that dress look good,โ€ He muttered in disbelief, pawing at your hips.
Eddie dragged his fingertips along your jawline, gently pushing your hair behind the shoulders. He took a step back to admire the skin around your neck that he just exposed. Your silhouette was being squeezed into the fabric and hardly left anything to the imagination. There was really no stopping Eddie now. With an uncoordinated tug, your body was pressed to his.
โ€œWhat are you doing?โ€ You asked him like he was a toddler getting caught stealing sweets from the kitchen. Delirious giggles rang out of you as half-heartedly pushed him.
โ€œTaking my bride to the altar, duh,โ€ Eddie leaned in, his lips tickling the nape of your neck. He spoke in that false innocent tone that you knew was laced with devious intentions. Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of his feather-like touches.
โ€œYouโ€™re gonna marry me, right, princess?โ€ His silky voice was incredibly inviting in the state you were in.
โ€œI um- well m-โ€ You stuttered. You could hardly stand straight, let alone answer his question properly. โ€œYeah?โ€
โ€œMhm, thatโ€™s what I thought. Cโ€™mon, sweetheart, youโ€™re mine now,โ€ He triumphantly laughed.
The receptionistโ€™s eyes widened in complete shock as Eddie suddenly picked you up off the floor. He began walking back out the door, carrying you like a damsel in distress. Your giggling, mixed with the employeeโ€™s confused protesting was the only noise heard through the room.
Eddie barreled down the aisle of the chapel. He laughed with misplaced enthusiasm as you both stumbled closer and closer toward the pastor waiting at the end of the aisle.
You couldnโ€™t bear to remember anything beyond that. A full-body shiver came over you as you snapped out of the memory of the night before. You couldnโ€™t hear anything for a moment over the pounding of your heart in your ears. Your mind couldnโ€™t wrap around Eddie and you sharing a moment so intimate and unfortunately so permanent.
โ€œOh, rightโ€ฆ thatโ€™s what happened,โ€ His voice pulled your attention back to him.
As he laid his eyes upon the dress, it repeated the events to him in his mind. He was tempted to brag about how steady he kept you in his arms even while he wasted, but he bit his tongue, knowing youโ€™d probably snap at him again.
As the realization hit Eddie, he felt overwhelmed with emotion. Part of him couldnโ€™t believe that the both of him had gotten married so recklessly, but another part felt a strange fluttering in his chest.
โ€œYeah, how romantic,โ€ You groaned, limping to the bathroom to splash cold water on your face.
Eddie followed after you, leaning against the bathroom door frame.
โ€œYou um- Youโ€™re not thinking of breaking all this off right?โ€ he asked timidly.
As if this morning couldnโ€™t get any more insane, of course, he had to ask you that. You shot a glare in the mirror reflection for a moment before whipping around with your arms folded.
โ€œMunsonโ€ฆ What the hell are you saying?โ€ Although the message was harsh, your tone had no bite to it. You sounded much more confused than upset at this moment. You didnโ€™t want to believe that he was genuinely considering remaining married to you.
โ€œHear me out,โ€ He set his hands out, gesturing you to stop whatever angry rant you wished to go on. โ€œMaybe this doesnโ€™t have to be the worst thing that could happen to us,โ€
โ€œWhat do you mean?โ€
โ€œI doubt that we werenโ€™t spotted in that chapel. If weโ€™re lucky we have until the afternoon before we see headlines about Corroded Coffinโ€™s main guitarist and his manager getting hitched in Vegas,โ€ He scrunched his nose and shook a hand through his tangled hair.
There goes your deer-in-headlights look again. โ€œGod, I really am an idiot! How did I not think of that? I-โ€
Eddie pressed a finger to your lips, promptly shutting you up. โ€œYeah, yeah, youโ€™re the tortured manager of our band, we get it. But hey, just stay with me,โ€ He dismissed your spiral before it could even happen. He swept you up similar to how he did last night, but this time to sit you down on the bathroom counter.
โ€œWhat if we just stayed married for a little while?โ€ He pursed his lips and shrugged. โ€œThink about it. All that press Corroded Coffin would get over something like this. Weโ€™d be a household name! Itโ€™s kind of genius,โ€ With his hands caging you into your spot on the counter, he smiled proudly at you as he explained what he had in mind.
He could see your mind racing behind your eyes, clearly contemplating the logistics of getting media attention out of this. He leaned closer to you, keeping you to the counter. He placed his hands on either side of your thighs.
โ€œI know you hate the attention,โ€ He continued softly, looking at you with puppy dog eyes. โ€œBut this is a good idea. We have to capitalize on our screw-up... For the band of course.โ€
A choked exhale escaped you before you set your head in your hands for a moment. Your mind drew up a montage of all the disapproving faces youโ€™d have to explain this to, all the uncomfortable interviews youโ€™d have to speak in, and all the death threats made by Corroded Coffinโ€™s fans to you.
โ€œDo I really have a choice in all this?โ€ You mumbled through the spaces in between your fingers.
Eddie flashed a wry smile. โ€œI guess not,โ€ he teasingly held up his ring finger as if he was flipping you off. โ€œBottom line, when we walk out of this hotel, we are officially husband and wife. And I donโ€™t know about you, but I donโ€™t want this to make the rest of the tour miserable. So you can either mope around the bus for the next two months and have more rumors spread in your absence, or you can hold your head up high and make a spectacle of our marriage for the sake of the band,โ€
Eddieโ€™s grin grew wider as he saw the exhaustion creeping onto your face. He knew exactly how much you hated the attention, but he also knew that you cared just as much about the success of Corroded Coffin. He leaned closer to you, his body now almost completely pressed against yours.
โ€œI donโ€™t like either of those options, just throw me off the balcony and be done with it,โ€ You dramatically huffed and smacked your head on his shoulder. He snorted at your reaction.
โ€œOh come on, sweetheart,โ€ he taunted, his fingers gripping your thighs in a tight but affectionate grip. โ€œWhereโ€™s that infamous strength of yours, huh? What happened to the badass manager that keeps us in line?โ€
You gave him the weakest glare you had yet. He was right about one thing: you cared about Corroded Coffin more than anything else. It was time to step up and do what you had to for them, for Eddie.
โ€œAlright!โ€ You blurted out. โ€œFine, letโ€™s do this, but as soon as tour is over, we get a quiet divorce and we move on like nothing ever happened,โ€
โ€œYeah, totally, for sure,โ€ Eddie nodded his head half-convincingly, then lightly smacked your leg with approval. He was beaming, looking forward to all the fun he was about to have with you. โ€œAlright, get all dolled up for brunch, Iโ€™m starving. Itโ€™s time for your grand debut, Mrs. Munson,โ€
โ€œHey, I never agreed on changing my name!โ€ you whined, pushing Eddie off of you to get down from the counter.
Eddie chuckled as you suddenly stood up from the counter.
โ€œWell get used to it, because Iโ€™m going to keep calling you that,โ€ he teased. โ€œYouโ€™re officially stuck with me now, Mrs. Munson,โ€
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โฅ ๐‘บ๐’–๐’Ž๐’Ž๐’‚๐’“๐’š : ๐’€๐’๐’–'๐’“๐’† ๐‘ต๐’‚๐’•๐’†'๐’” ๐’๐’Š๐’•๐’•๐’๐’† ๐’”๐’Š๐’”๐’•๐’†๐’“, ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’๐’๐’† ๐’๐’‡ ๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’”๐’• ๐’‡๐’“๐’Š๐’†๐’๐’…๐’” ๐’๐’Š๐’Œ๐’†๐’” ๐’š๐’๐’–, ๐’˜๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’‰๐’‚๐’‘๐’‘๐’†๐’๐’” ๐’˜๐’‰๐’†๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’† ๐’Š๐’” ๐’๐’๐’๐’š ๐’๐’๐’† ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’… ๐’Š๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’‰๐’๐’•๐’†๐’ ๐’“๐’๐’๐’Ž?
โฅ ๐‘ป๐’˜'๐’” : ๐‘บ๐’Ž๐’–๐’• (๐’๐’ƒ๐’—), ๐’”๐’Ž๐’‚๐’๐’ ๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’† ๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’‘ (๐’†๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’•๐’†๐’†๐’ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’•๐’˜๐’†๐’๐’•๐’š ๐’š๐’†๐’‚๐’“๐’” ๐’๐’๐’…), ๐’‘๐’“๐’‚๐’Š๐’”๐’† ๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’Œ(?), ๐’…๐’†๐’ˆ๐’“๐’‚๐’…๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ ๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’Œ, ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’†๐’“ ๐’๐’๐’”๐’†๐’” ๐’‰๐’†๐’“ ๐’—๐’Š๐’“๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’๐’Š๐’•๐’š ๐’•๐’ ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’•๐’•, ๐’ƒ๐’๐’๐’๐’… ๐’Ž๐’†๐’๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’๐’†๐’…, ๐’–๐’๐’‘๐’“๏ฟฝ๏ฟฝ๐’•๐’†๐’„๐’•๐’†๐’… ๐’”๐’†๐’™ (๐’…๐’๐’'๐’• ๐’…๐’ ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’๐’๐’), ๐’‰๐’‚๐’Š๐’“ ๐’‘๐’–๐’๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ, ๐‘ถ๐’“๐’‚๐’ ( ๐’‡๐’†๐’Ž), ๐’”๐’๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’‰๐’• ๐’ƒ๐’“๐’†๐’†๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Œ๐’Š๐’๐’Œ, ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’”๐’•๐’–๐’“๐’ƒ๐’‚๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’, ๐’๐’Ž๐’Œ ๐’Š๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’†'๐’” ๐’Ž๐’๐’“๐’† ๐’‘๐’๐’”!!
โฅ ๐‘จ๐’–๐’•๐’‰๐’๐’“ ๐’๐’๐’•๐’† : ๐‘ฐ ๐’…๐’๐’'๐’• ๐’Œ๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’Š๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’” ๐’Š๐’” ๐’ˆ๐’๐’๐’…, ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’Š๐’Ž ๐’”๐’๐’“๐’“๐’š ๐’Š๐’‡ ๐’•๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’†'๐’” ๐’”๐’‘๐’†๐’๐’๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’Œ๐’†๐’”, ๐’Š ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’† ๐’…๐’š๐’”๐’๐’†๐’™๐’Š๐’‚ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’Š๐’Ž ๐‘ฉ๐’–๐’๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’“๐’Š๐’‚ (๐’˜๐’‰๐’Š๐’„๐’‰ ๐’Ž๐’†๐’‚๐’๐’” ๐’Ž๐’š ๐‘ฌ๐’๐’ˆ๐’๐’Š๐’”๐’‰ ๐’Š๐’” ๐’๐’๐’• ๐’Ž๐’š ๐’‡๐’Š๐’“๐’”๐’• ๐’๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ๐’–๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’†) ๐’‚๐’๐’”๐’ ๐’Š ๐’Œ๐’๐’๐’˜, ๐’Š ๐’‚๐’๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’š ๐’˜๐’“๐’๐’•๐’† ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’•๐’“๐’๐’‘๐’† "๐’‘๐’๐’‘๐’‘๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’„๐’‰๐’†๐’“๐’“๐’š" ๐’ƒ๐’–๐’• ๐’‚๐’” ๐’‚ ๐’—๐’Š๐’“๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’ ๐’Ž๐’š๐’”๐’†๐’๐’‡, ๐’Š ๐’๐’Š๐’Œ๐’† ๐’˜๐’“๐’Š๐’•๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‚๐’๐’… ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‰๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ๐’” ๐’˜๐’Š๐’•๐’‰ ๐’•๐’‰๐’† ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’†๐’“ ๐’ƒ๐’†๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ ๐’—๐’Š๐’“๐’ˆ๐’Š๐’. ๐‘จ๐’๐’”๐’ ๐’Š ๐’‰๐’‚๐’—๐’†๐’'๐’• ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’… ๐’•๐’‰๐’‚๐’• ๐’•๐’ ๐’„๐’‰๐’†๐’„๐’Œ ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’Ž๐’Š๐’”๐’•๐’‚๐’Œ๐’†๐’”!! ๐‘ป๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’Œ ๐’š๐’๐’– ๐’‡๐’๐’“ ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’Š๐’๐’ˆ!!
เผบเญจโ™ฅ๏ธŽเญงเผป เผบเญจโ™ฅ๏ธŽเญงเผป เผบเญจโ™ฅ๏ธŽเญงเผป เผบเญจโ™ฅ๏ธŽเญงเผป เผบเญจโ™ฅ๏ธŽเญงเผป เผบเญจโ™ฅ๏ธŽเญงเผป
Me and my older brother Nate, know the sturniolo triplets for our whole life's basically, I've always had a crush on Matt.
Aka the middle triplet, I know he probably sees me as a little sister, but this doesn't stop me from daydreaming about him 24/7.
There are some moments that feeds my "delusion", like the eye-contact, some lingering touches and etc. But that's probably just me.
He and his brothers Nick and Chris are very good friends to my brother, which means they are good with me too, we grew up together.
We decided to go on a trip to Las Vegas, me and my brother already packed our things, the triplets were ready too.
"Cmon let's go already!" Chris shouted from the living room
"GIVE ME A MINUTE!" I sighed, while blushing my hair.
After five minutes actually, I was ready.
I went downstairs, and saw the four of them on the couch
"I'm ready, we can go" Matt looked over me, smiling sweetly.
I returned the smile, but quickly looked away when he noticed my blushing face, we grabbed our stuff and went outside where
The car was parked, Chris was on the passenger seat as always, me, nick and nate were in the back, I was in the middle
Not realizing that I was giving Matt easy access, to look over me.
He started the car, and waited a little bit before starting to drive.
I decided to put on my headphones and listen to some music, while I was listening, I looked at Matt and saw him already looking at me thorough the back mirror
I blushed when our eyes met, but quickly looked away, I guess he looked away too because he was obviously driving.
After 1 hour
Matt stopped at the gas station, we all got out of the car, me and nick decided to go inside the station and get some snacks and drinks
"Matt won't stop eye fucking you girl" Nick looked at me, raising his eyebrow
"Wait, what?" I asked confused
"Oh babe, please don't tell me you haven't noticed." He looked at me with the "are you serious" stare
"I mean yeah, I noticed him looking at me randomly, but I think it's just..normal you know" I picked a bag of chips, then I looked at him.
"Definitely not normal at all" he grabbed a bag of chips as well, while laughing slightly
"What's not normal?" Suddenly Nate came behind us.
I turned around, looking at him
"You fucking scared me!" I scoffed
"She was just talking about her..girly problems" Nick made up a lie
"Why with you?" Nate raised his eybrow.
"He's gay" I said "I'm gay" Nick said with me, laughing.
"Anyways, grab some shit and let's go, or Matt will be mad."
"Y/n will like that" Nick murmured, I heard him, nate too..
"Fuck you mean she will like that?" He said, a little too loud.
"He's joking Nate.." I looked at Nick with death stare
"Yeah, don't take me seriously" Nick looked back at me.
After we grabbed some things, we payed and got out of the store.
"The fuck were yall doing inside?"
"Oh, Nick's fault" I said quickly
"Heyyy!" He frowned but laughed at that.
"Guys let's go!" Chirs whined, wanting to get at the hotel already.
โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก โ™ก
After about 30 minutes, we arrived at the hotel, and this is how this happened..
"Uh-oh, there's only one bed." Matt looked over me, and I swear I saw that smirk.
"Oh god" I blushed, feeling even more "embarrassed" that not only I get to sleep in one room, with my crush since childhood, but in one bed..
"Matt, I can take the sofa" I looked at the small sofa in the room, I definitely wouldn't be able to sleep there but
"Yeah, that wouldn't happen, don't worry I don't bite. We will sleep together." He chuckled, coming closer to me.
Fuck, why is he coming so close
"Well..I guess, it wouldn't be a problem" I looked up at him, my face flushed
"No problem at all baby" he got impossibly closer, looking down at my lips, that were slightly pouted.
I felt my heart beating faster, I wouldn't be surprised if he hears my heartbeat.
As he was looking at my lips, he licked his own, biting his bottom lip slightly after he did that
Fuck what is he doing
"Well" he suddenly backed up, "let's fix our clothes, after all they shouldn't be in the bags." He smiled sweetly at me
Fucking tease..
I simply nodded, starting unpacking my clothes.
While he was doing the same
He suddenly looked over me, right when I was going through my underwear
"Hello kitty panties?" He chuckled, smirking
I blushed so fucking hard at that, immediately covering my bras and panties
"Why are you looking at them!" I squealed, looking at him with wide eyes.
"Shh, calm down, it's not like I was a vibrator or dildo" he replied teasingly
"Oh my God Matthew! You're disgusting!"
"Disgusting huh?" He walked over me slowly, making my breath hitch
"Am I really that disgusting to you baby?" Matt got close to me, caressing my cheek softly.
"Stop that" I tried to avoid his gaze, "why, am I making your cunny wet baby?" He said, voice full of lust.
"M-matt!" I scolded him, or at least I tried.
He chuckled, backing up once again like before
"Let's finish this up" he said, like nothing happened just seconds ago.
After five minutes, we both were ready with our stuff, Matt laid on the bed. Scrolling mindlessly through his phone
"Will you go to the bathroom? I want to take a shower" I looked over him
"No, go..call me if you need company tho" he looked at me smirking.
I just scoffed at that, grabbing some panties, shorts and a oversized t shirt, but I didn't realized that I didn't take a bra
I went into the bathroom, locking the door after me, I turned on the shower for the water to warm up while I took of my clothes and underwear.
As I started showering, my thoughts went to Matt, not so innocent ones.
I slowly spread open my legs, a little bit, dropping my hand between them.
I started rubbing my clit slowly, small whimpers coming out of my mouth.
I slowly inserted my middle finger inside, whining at the small stretch, i curled it so it can hit my special spot
After i made sure i was more wet, i put inside my ring finger too, small moans coming out of my mouth
Thinking that he wasn't hearing, me become of the running water
But oh i was so wrong
โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ
Matt's Pov :
While i was scrolling through my phone, i suddenly started hearing sounds, her sounds. Small whimpers, whines and means
She probably was thinking that, i wasn't hearing those noise,
But she's so wrong, or perhaps she doing it in purpose.
To challenge me, i felt my cock twitching, i groaned.
I turned off my phone, throwing it beside me
Without any second thoughts, i un buckled my belt, pulling my pants and boxers down, enough to pull out my cock
I grabbed it, my hand started going up and down slowly
I started teasing my leaking tip, with my thumb letting out a hiss, collecting my pre-cum and smearing it all over my hard shaft
I started jerking of, faster, my hips jerking into my hand.
I groaned from the intense feeling, suddenly i heard her moans turning a little bit louder, i just can imagine her, how she looks
Her fingers deep inside her tight cunt, wishing they were mine
I closed my eyes shut, squeezing my hand a little bit and jerking of, faster than before, i was so close
I started cumming, shooting my cum into my hand and stomach, imaging that im cumming deep inside of her
I started breathing heavily, after five seconds i grabbed a pepper towel, cleaning my mess
End of his pov.
โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ โ™ก โ™ฅ๏ธŽ
As i was pumping my fingers, in and out of me, i started rubbing my clit too.
I felt my tummy tightening, i knew i was close.
I let out a loud moan when i came, soaking my finger.
I pulled them out of me, whimpering, i waited five seconds so i can get out of my post orgasm-haze
I continued with my shower, after i finished.
I got out, drying myself i putted on my panties.
The hello kitty ones..
I didn't choose them on purpose, i just grabbed the ones that were closer, i putted on my shorts and i realized that.
I didn't get a bra, i wanted to put on the old one, but i didn't
After all the t shirt is oversized as fuck, so i simply putted on the t shirt,
I brushed my teeth, washing my face after.
Aftet i was done with my night routine
I collected my dirty clothes, putting them inside the laundry basket
And when i got out, i saw Matt still on the bed
When he saw me, he looked at me, smirking.
But didn't said anything else, did he hear me!?
I dried my hair with the towel, after i was done. I looked over him
But he was already looking at me
"You know, you shoudve stayed quiet" he stood up from the bed, coming close to me
"Wh-what!?" I knew what he meant but i was scared, i felt my heart beating faster, and louder.
He came to me, grabbing my waist, pulling me close to him and..
He kissed me
I gasped softly, from the sudden act, i putted both of my hands on his naked chest.
He pulled away, while he was doing it he bited my bottom lip slightly.
I whimpered at that, "M-matt"
"Do you want this? Hm?" He looked at me, his eyes blown with lust.
"Y-yeah..i want you" i said quietly
He smirked at me "ill be your first right?"
"Yes matt.." i blushed, i looked up at him
"Good, go lay on the bed." He demanded, starting to slip his pants down.
I looked over the bed, walking to it. "Oh undress please" Matt said casually
I looked over him, but nodded and started undressing myself, after i was only in my panties, i laid down on the bed
"No bra? Slut" he chuckled, i blushed even more if possible.
He walked over me, and looked at my titts.
"So pretty baby" he runned his hand over them.
"Im gonna help you to ease up, yeah?"
"Yeah.." i nodded, waiting patiently.
He laid on top of me gently, and suddenly kissed me.
I tried to kiss back, but i easy lost, giving him the main role.
He pulled back, and looked down.
"Did you chose them in purpose huh?" He pointed at my panties
"No..they were the first ones that i saw" he chuckled at that
"Whats gonna happen now is, im going to eat you out, is that okay?"
I gasped quietly when i heard him, but nodded immediately.
"Yeah, please Matt." He started going down on me, spreading my legs, and putting them over his shoulders.
He kissed my pussy over my panties, my breath hitched from the feeling of his lips.
He looked up at me, and started removing my panties, i helped him out by lifting my hips.
After he was done with that, he kissed my clit.
I whimpered from the contact, "Pl-please" i let out a whine.
He chuckled but didn't said anything, he licked a stripe from my leaking hole to my clit, making me moan out.
I felt him smirk against my pussy.
He started suckling on my clit, wrapping his lips around it while his tongue flicked against it.
"M-nghhh-matt" i moaned his name loudly.
He pulled back a little bit, and i looked down, i saw him hallowing his cheeks to collect saliva. And he suddenly spat on my clit.
I gasped softly, feeling the saliva running down to my ass.
He looked up at me, his baby blue eyes now almost black.
He suddenly started eating me out even more, like my pussy was his last meal ever.
He shaked his head, while looking up at me.
I suddenly felt my tummy tightening, "Cuhh-cumming!"
He started suckling on my clit hard when he heard me, i came on his tongue, his tongue lapping my juices eagerly.
"Taste so good baby" he groaned, starting to go up at me.
"Open" i opened my mouth, and he spat on my tongue, he didn't tell me to swallow so i didn't, he slapped my cheek slightly.
"Swallow!" And i did, tasting my cum on his saliva
"Are you ready?" I nodded
"Words y/n" he kissed the top of my nose
I smiled at the sweet gesture, "yes matt, im ready."
He nodded at that, he pulled down his boxers, revealing his hard cock.
His tip angry redish color, he pumped it slowly, his hand going up and down.
He groaned, "touched myself to you earlier baby, hearing your pretty sounds made me so so hard."
I blushed at his words
"Tell me, did you pumped those little fingers inside your tight cunt?"
"Mhm..yeah"
"Good baby, youre driving me crazy y/n/n"
"Matt cmon!" I whined
He chuckled at my desperation
And started rubbing his cock up and down, as to collect my juices from my pussy.
"Can i push now angel?" I nodded
"Please Matty.." i looked at him with puppy eyes
"Relax fully baby" and i did.
He started to push inside of my heat slowly
I moaned from the burning sensation, "shh, you're doing so good sweetheart"
He waited more, before suddenly slamming fully into me, making me nearly scream, when he pulled back he saw my blood coating his cock, he suddenly pushed once again.
"Matt!!" I moaned loudly, he started sucking on one, of my hard nipples, biting it slightly, making me whine.
After five more seconds, he started snapping his hips against mine.
With each thrust getting harder, i got louder.
He grabbe me by the hips, suddenly turning me around on my stomach, putting me on a doggy, i felt his hands grabbing my ass.
And started to push inside my pussy harder, i let out a scream.
Making him slap my ass hard, "such a loud bitch"
"M-matty" i whimpered, my face pushed into the pillows.
He grabbed my hair, making an ponytail.
He pulled me against his chest, and continued slamming inside of me.
"Feels good huh?" I nodded at that, already cock drunk.
"So fucking dumb baby, made you drunk on my cock huh?" I nodded, he suddenly pulled out and slammed with full force.
Making me droll and scream, he let go of my hair, grabbing both of my hands behind my back, and slammed into me if possible, more harder and faster.
I felt the sensation on my tummy again, this time even more strong.
"G-gonna pee matt!! Pull out!!" I said embarrassed
He didn't said anything but continued to push his big cock inside of me.
I let out a scream when i came, my cunt gushing around him.
"M-matt im so sorry!" I apologized embarrassed.
He chuckled "youre a squirter baby"
I whimpered at that
"You didn't pee don't worry" he said softly, and continued to fuck me.
I moaned from the feeling, already sensitive, i felt his cock somehow even bigger
"S'big matty!" I moaned, tears falling from my eyes, from the pleasure.
"Yeah? Too big for your little cunny?" I nodded, drolling all over myself.
"Gonna cum soon angel" he groaned.
"Please, cum inside" i whimpered.
"I will, cum. deep. inside. of. this. cunt." Each words said with hard thrusts.
He suddenly came inside of me, filling me with his warm cum.
The feeling of it, making me cum again.
Gushing around him, and tightening impossibly around his softening shaft.
He pulled out slowly, watching his cum drip out of me.
"Stay, im gonna grab a towel." He stated
Standing up to go and get, an wet towel.
He returned seconds later, cleaning me firts slowly, and then himself.
"The sheets are ruined" i said, blushing.
"Dont worry about that, here" he handed me a bottle of water.
I drank from it, leaving it on the nightstand after.
"Do you want new panties?"
"Y-yeah" he got to the drawer where i putted my underwear.
Grabbing one, and coming close to me. Putting them on me.
After he putted on his boxers, he laid down beside me.
Putting my head against his chest, "i love you, will you be my girlfriend"
"Y-yeah..i love you" i said shyly.
๐‘ป๐’‰๐’† ๐‘ฌ๐’๐’….
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Guys im very sorry that it took so long, and im sorry if theres any mistakes, but im actually drunk rn and idk whats even written here ๐Ÿ˜ฃ๐Ÿ’–
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