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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
โAnd 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 mightโve made that mistake? I did see some new faces in the garage today,โ Danica asked.
Oscar frowned. โWhat are you trying to say?โ
โI was just wondering if you count your partner, Y/n, as a bad luck charm now. This is her first Grand Prix, isnโt it?โย
He actually laughed in her face. โDo you seriously believe in shit like that?โ he chuckled. โAnd no, itโs not her first, nor will it be her last.โ
Danica stood, embarrassed.ย
โDo you have any other questions?โ he asked, polite as ever. She didnโt respond. โThanks 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
โAnd how do you feel about the DNF today, knowing that it's cementing your loss in the Driverโs Championship? Is there any specific reason as to why you mightโve 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. โIf youโre talking about my girlfriend, Iโd suggest you just come out and say it, Danica.โ
โAlright then, do you see her as a bad luck charm now? Considering this is her first race, if Iโm right,โ she asked outright. Jenson rolled his eyes beside her as Martin just chuckled.ย
โNot at all, sheโs here to support me and Iโd much rather have her here for a day like today than a win. Itโs called a support system Danica, Iโm aware of the fact that youโre not a fan of those, but some of us actually benefit from caring about other people. And another thing, all of my bad races, youโve been there. Maybe youโre 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. โMaybe I should ask Sky to not bring you around as much.โย
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 ๐ฅด
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Lewis Hamilton: protective much?
โItโs Y/nโs 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
Lewisโs eyebrow raised and an annoyed smile made its way onto his face. โWhat are you saying right now?โ
โWell, itโs just strange that her first race in years, 2 to be exact, is the one you donโt finish.โ
โAre you trying to insinuate that sheโs bad luck or something?โย
โIs that what you believe her to be?โย
โFuck no,โ he scoffed. โSheโs my wife, is what she is. Iโm grateful that sheโs here. I love to share my love of motorsport with my wife, and I donโt 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 Iโm happy that I didnโt 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
โSorry about the result today George, do you feel like external factors made it more difficult for todayโs race?โ Danica questioned.ย
โYโknow, itโs 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.
โAnd you donโt see your girlfriend as a bad luck charm? It is her first race, right?โ
He death-stared her for a moment. โAre you fucking kidding me?โ
โWell, we just wanted to know how you react to knowing that itโs her first race and itโs also the race you DNFed in.โ
โI donโt have a reaction,โ he scoffed. โYour headlines are going to be written anyway, it doesnโt matter what I say. I donโt see her as bad luck or whatever rubbish youโre going to paint this as, and I donโt really care what you think about it. Anyway, itโs not like you have the monopoly on perfect races, Danica.โย
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Kimi Antonelli: awkward and insultedย
โSorry about the result today Kimi, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for todayโs race?โ Danica questioned.ย
โUmmโฆโ he trailed off, looking at George confused. George shook his head, silently telling him not to answer. โI donโt know what you mean?โย
โWell there were external factors, obviously, but also your girlfriend was in the paddock for the first time this weekend, correct?โ
He nodded.ย
โSo do you see her as some sort of bad luck charm, or something?โ
He pulled a face of disgust for a split second. โNo, not at all. She went to every single one of my F2 races so I donโt see how she could have been bad luck here when she was not bad luck there,โ he shrugged.ย
โSo sheโs not bad luck?โย
He chuckled awkwardly. โN-no. Like I say, she was at every one of my F2 races. I think she is lucky, if anything.โย
He walked away confused as George reassured him that they were just fishing for headlines and to โnot 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 werenโt.
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Alex Albon: shocked.ย
โSorry about the race today Alex, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for todayโs race?โ Danica questioned.ย
โUmm,โ he kind of chuckled. โI donโt think so? I mean it was so wet so Iโm not shocked that I went off.โ
โBut in the garage, do you think you wouldโve been more focused if your girlfriend hadnโt been there?โ
He just stared at her with a slightly shocked smile as she held the microphone to his face. โDid you actually just ask that?โ
She didnโt answer, just nodding.ย
โWell, why donโt we think back to every other race sheโs been at this year. Monaco, Canada, Silverstone, Austria, and Baku, which were all my best races this season, apart from maybe Canada.โ
โYes, but today she was-โ
โIn the garage, the same as she always is. Wow, youโll really do anything for a headline.โ
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Franco Colapinto: Sassy asfย
โSorry about the crash today, glad to see youโre 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. โยฟQuรฉ? Is that really what you think?โย
She shrugged. โItโs only a question.โ
โItโs a stupid question,โ he scoffed. โยฟPor quรฉ traerรญa mala suerte? She has been at every race so far and I havenโt seen anyone complaining.โ (Why would she be bad luck?)
โSo sheโs not bad luck?โ
He laughed. โDo I have to repeat things 3 times for you to understand?โ
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Logan Sargeant: angry
โSorry about the result today Logan, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for todayโs race?โ Danica questioned.ย
He stared at her, then pushed the mic away from him. โIโm not answering stupid fucking questions about my girlfriend.โ
And he walked off. And posted this laterโฆ
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logansargeant: let's not bring my girlfriend into this, yeah?
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Daniel Riccardo: plays it off.ย
โSorry about the end of the race today Danny, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for todayโs race?โ Danica questioned.ย
He laughed, thinking she was joking. His eyes widened when he realised she wasnโt. โYou think I canโt race because my girlfriend is in the back of the garage?โ
โIt is her first GP, correct?โย
He chuckled. โNo, no itโs not. Sheโs always there, and anyways, Iโm in the car, itโs not like I have all the time in the world to stare at her ass or something,โ he smiled. โI know sheโs beautiful but I donโt exactly see her when Iโm going to the straight at 200 kilometres an hour.โ
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Liam Lawson: sassy man apocalypseย
โSorry about the end of the race today Liam, do you feel like distractions made it more difficult for todayโs race?โ Danica questioned.ย
โWhat do you mean?โ he asked, confused about the question.ย
โYour girlfriend was here for the first time, could she be a bad luck charm for the team?โ
โI donโt 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
โCharles, what do you think about the people saying that Y/n is bad luck in the garage?โ
He started laughing and didnโt 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. โI think itโs quite funny.โ
โEvidently,โ Carlos scoffed.ย
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Carlos Sainz: โฆ
โCarlos, what do you think about the people saying that Y/n is bad luck in the garage?โ Danica asked.
โWhat people are saying that?โ he asked.ย
โThe media,โ she answered.ย
โWell they always have bullshit to say. Iโm just surprised they had the balls to go after my wife,โ he scoffed. โTheyโll be hearing from my lawyers.โ
โThat sounds extreme-โ
โItโs defamation of character and sheโs my wife. Nothing is extreme.โย
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Arthur LeClerc: Wonโt answer
โSorry about the race today Arthur, do you think there are other factors, such as distractions, that messed up your race?โ
โWhat a stupid question, no,โ he scoffed before walking away.ย
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Ollie Bearman: insulted
"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: guysโฆ
"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 faceโฆ
"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! (...)
โSorry 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. โDo you want to just say what you want to say to my face?โย
She was taken aback. โDo you think Y/n is a bad luck charm?โ
He scoffed. โYouโre seriously fishing for headlines when someone couldโve been seriously injured? Thatโs pathetic. And another thing, sheโs not a fucking bad luck charm, sheโs my partner, sheโs not just a headline for you to fuck with.โ
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Fourth Timeโs the Charm
Max Verstappen x Norris!Reader
Summary: it starts, as all the best things do, with a bet (โIf 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
The lights of the Las Vegas strip pulse outside the massive floor-to-ceiling windows of Maxโs penthouse, but neither of you cares. Youโre 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.
โYouโre awfully quiet tonight,โ you say, your voice soft as you trace a finger along Maxโs arm, admiring the way his muscles shift beneath his skin.
โJust thinking,โ he murmurs, resting his head against the pillow. His accent wraps around the words in a way that feels so familiar itโs comforting.
โAbout 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. โWhat else would I be thinking about?โ
You hum, tilting your head in mock thought. โOh, I donโt 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 thatโs as much in his eyes as it is on his face. โYouโre right. I should focus on what really matters.โ He shifts slightly, leaning closer to you. โYouโre ridiculously good-looking, and Iโm very lucky.โ
You laugh and shove his shoulder lightly. โThatโs 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, โBut yes, Iโm thinking about the race. Iโm thinking about winning.โ
You roll your eyes at the sheer confidence in his tone. โYou think youโre going to win.โ
Max raises an eyebrow. โThink? I know Iโm going to win. You donโt believe in me?โ
โOh, I believe in you,โ you say, smirking. โI 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. โDonโt remind me. The idea of dragging this out another week โฆโ
โWhat, scared Lando might pull it off?โ
He narrows his eyes at you, feigning offense. โScared? Me? No. Iโm just saying it would be โฆ inconvenient.โ
โUh-huh.โ You grin, shifting onto your side to face him fully. โI donโt know, Max. Landoโs been looking pretty good lately. He might surprise you tomorrow.โ
Maxโs hand slides to your waist, pulling you closer. โYouโre really going to sit here, in my bed, and tell me your brother is going to beat me?โ
โIโm just saying itโs possible,โ you tease.
He shakes his head, but thereโs a spark of amusement in his eyes. โAlright, then. If youโre so confident, letโs make it interesting.โ
Your eyebrows lift. โOh? What do you have in mind?โ
โA bet,โ he says simply.
You prop yourself up on your elbow, intrigued. โA bet?โ
Max nods, his smirk growing. โIf I win the race tomorrow and take the championship, you owe me a favor. Anything I want.โ
You raise an eyebrow. โAnything?โ
โAnything.โ
You consider it for a moment, then ask, โAnd if Lando finishes ahead of you?โ
โThen you get a favor. Anything you want.โ
You bite your lip to keep from smiling too broadly. โYou really think youโre that unbeatable, huh?โ
โI know I am,โ he says, his confidence practically radiating off him.
โAlright, Verstappen,โ you say, holding out your hand. โYouโve got yourself a deal.โ
He clasps your hand in his, his grip firm but warm. โDeal.โ
You let your hand linger in his for a moment before pulling it away. โSo, whatโs this big favor youโre going to ask for if you win?โ
He leans back against the pillows, his smirk turning devilish. โYouโll find out when I win.โ
โIf you win,โ you correct, lying back down beside him.
โIโll win,โ he says confidently, his voice low as his hand trails down your back.
You roll your eyes but canโt help the smile that creeps onto your face. โYouโre insufferable, you know that?โ
โAnd 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. Itโs peaceful in a way you donโt get to experience often, and you savor it.
โYou know,โ you say after a while, your voice quiet, โif Lando does win tomorrow, itโs not because youโre not good enough. Heโs just โฆโ
โYour brother?โ Max finishes, his tone teasing.
You laugh softly. โYeah, that too. But heโs been working so hard for this, Max. You both have. Itโs โฆ complicated.โ
He runs a hand through your hair, his touch gentle. โI know. But on the track, itโs not complicated. Itโs just me, the car, and the finish line. No brothers, no girlfriends. Just racing.โ
You tilt your head to look up at him. โAnd what about after the race?โ
โAfter the race โฆโ He pauses, his fingers brushing against your cheek. โAfter the race, Iโm just me. And youโre just you. That doesnโt change, no matter what.โ
You donโt respond right away, letting his words sink in. Then, with a small smile, you say, โYouโre really not scared at all, are you?โ
โOf Lando? No,โ he says, his voice light. โOf you? A little.โ
You laugh, shoving him lightly. โGood. You should be.โ
He catches your hand again, this time pressing a kiss to your palm. โIโll remember that.โ
You let out a soft sigh, your body relaxing against his. โYouโd better get some sleep, Verstappen. Youโve got a big day tomorrow.โ
He hums in agreement, but instead of pulling away, he leans in, pressing his lips to your neck. โOne more kiss,โ he murmurs against your skin.
You close your eyes, your breath hitching slightly. โJust one?โ
He pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, his smirk returning. โMaybe two.โ
You shake your head, laughing softly as he pulls you back under the covers.
And for now, the world outside doesnโt matter.
***
The final lap of the Las Vegas Grand Prix feels endless. The crowdโs 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. Maxโs car slices through the neon-lit streets of Vegas, and Lando is right behind him.
Itโs close. Too close.
โCome on, Lando,โ you mutter under your breath, though your heart isnโt entirely in it.
Max is P5. Lando is P6. A single position apart. If it stays this way, the championship is Maxโs.
Youโre not sure who youโre rooting for anymore.
The chequered flag waves as Max crosses the line, and your both heart drops and soars. P5. Itโs done.
โMAX VERSTAPPEN, YOU ARE THE 2024 WORLD CHAMPION!โ GPโs voice explodes over the team radio, his excitement nearly incomprehensible.
Maxโs laughter comes through the speakers, unrestrained and wild. Itโs a sound you know all too well โ relief, joy, triumph all rolled into one.
โYessss!โ Max shouts. โThat was incredible! Thank you so much for this season!โ
You canโt 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.
โMax, congratulations, mate. What an unbelievable season. Youโve done it again.โ
โThanks, Christian. Four in a row โ unreal.โ
You watch the screen as Maxโs 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.
โAnd just so you know, Iโm calling in my favor now.โ
Christianโs confused laugh is audible even through the crackling radio. โYour favor? What are you talking about?โ
You freeze, the air catching in your lungs.
Max chuckles, low and mischievous. โI had a bet with my girlfriend. I told her Iโd win tonight. She owes me a favor, and I know exactly what I want.โ
Your stomach flips, a mixture of dread and anticipation.
GPโs voice comes through, confused but amused. โAre we supposed to know what this favor is?โ
โNo, no,โ Max says, his tone casual but firm. โBut youโll find out soon enough.โ
Christian presses again, trying to pry it out of him. โCome on, Max. Whatโs the favor?โ
Thereโs a pause, the kind that feels deliberate, like Max is savoring the moment.
โI 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. โWait, what? Are you serious?โ
โDead serious,โ Max replies, his voice steady, no hint of hesitation.
You sit frozen, your heart thundering in your chest. Did he just-
โMax,โ Christian says, a mixture of disbelief and laughter in his tone, โdoes she even know about this?โ
โShe 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 crowdโs cheers are deafening, but all you can think about is his voice in your head.
โI want to marry her. Tonight.โ
You barely notice when someone taps your shoulder, Maxโs PR officer. โYou should get down to the celebrations,โ she says, her voice brimming with excitement. โHeโll 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 itโs like heโs glowing. He spots you instantly, cutting through the crowd like no one else exists.
โMax,โ you start, but he doesnโt let you finish.
โYou heard me,โ he says, his voice low but firm, his eyes locked on yours. โI want to marry you tonight.โ
You stare at him, still trying to catch up. โYouโre insane.โ
He steps closer, his hand finding yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. โProbably. But Iโm serious.โ
โMax, you just won a world championship,โ you say, trying to keep your voice steady. โYouโre supposed to be celebrating, not-โ
โI am celebrating,โ he interrupts, his voice softening. โWith you. And I donโt want to wait anymore. Iโve known for years that I want you. Why wait?โ
Your heart feels like it might burst out of your chest. โThis is insane. People donโt just get married in Vegas on a whim.โ
He tilts his head, a teasing smile playing on his lips. โPeople do it all the time, actually.โ
โMax-โ
โI love you,โ he says, his voice dropping lower. โI love you, and I want to start the rest of my life with you. Tonight. Right now.โ
You can feel the weight of everyoneโs eyes on you โ the team, the media, everyone waiting for your reaction. But in this moment, itโs just the two of you.
โSay yes,โ he whispers, his forehead resting against yours. โSay yes, and let me win you, too.โ
You laugh, a shaky, breathless sound that comes out more like a sob. โYouโre impossible.โ
โAnd you love me for it.โ
You take a deep breath, your hand tightening around his. โFine,โ you say, your voice barely above a whisper. โYes.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.
โAlright, Verstappen,โ you say, laughing as he spins you. โYouโve got your favor. Letโs 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.
Itโs surreal, to say the least.
โThis is insane,โ you mumble, standing in a side room with Lando, whoโs staring at you like heโs still trying to process whatโs happening.
โYou think this is insane?โ He replies, pointing vaguely toward the chapel. โWhat about the fact that youโre 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. โDonโt remind me.โ
Lando smirks, leaning against the doorframe. โI donโt 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. โYou donโt have to be here, you know.โ
โAre you kidding?โ He folds his arms, the grin never leaving his face. โI wouldnโt miss this for anything. Besides, who else is going to walk you down the aisle?โ
Your stomach flips at the thought. โI canโt believe this is happening.โ
Lando softens a little, stepping closer. โHey,โ he says, his voice quieter now, โyou sure about this? I mean, itโs Max. And Vegas. And Elvis.โ
You bite your lip, your fingers fidgeting with the hem of your dress. โIโm sure.โ
โYeah?โ
โYeah,โ you say, meeting his eyes. โI love him, Lando. Heโs ridiculous, and he drives me insane, but I love him.โ
Lando watches you for a moment, then sighs dramatically. โWell, I guess if anyoneโs crazy enough to keep up with Max, itโs you.โ
โGee, thanks,โ you say dryly, but your smile betrays you.
Thereโs a knock on the door, and one of the chapel staff pokes their head in. โWeโre ready for you.โ
Your heart leaps into your throat.
Lando claps his hands together, his grin back in full force. โAlright, letโs do this.โ
***
The chapel is even more ridiculous than youโd 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.
โYou ready?โ Lando whispers, offering his arm.
โAs Iโll ever be,โ you whisper back, looping your arm through his.
The music starts โ a surprisingly heartfelt rendition of โCanโt Help Falling in Loveโ sung by Elvis โ and you canโt help but laugh under your breath.
โYouโre walking down the aisle to Elvis,โ Lando says, shaking his head. โUnreal.โ
โShut up,โ you mutter, though youโre smiling.
The walk feels like it takes forever and no time at all. Maxโs gaze is fixed on you the entire time, his expression soft and unguarded in a way you donโt see often. By the time you reach him, your cheeks hurt from smiling so much.
Lando hands you off with an exaggerated sigh. โTake care of her. Sheโs the only one who can put up with you.โ
โDonโt worry,โ Max says, smirking as he shakes Landoโs hand. โI plan to.โ
Lando steps back, but not before whispering, โIf you hurt her, Iโll crash you out next season.โ
Max laughs, then turns back to you, his hands finding yours.
โYou look amazing,โ he says, his voice low enough that only you can hear.
โI look ridiculous,โ you whisper back.
His grin widens. โEven better.โ
Elvis clears his throat, drawing your attention. โAlright, folks, letโs get this show on the road!โ
The ceremony is exactly as absurd as youโd expected, and yet somehow, it feels perfect.
โDearly beloved,โ Elvis begins, his voice smooth and practiced, โwe are gathered here tonight to witness the union of Max and โฆโ He pauses, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.
You realize no one ever told him your name.
โUh,โ you startle back to reality for a moment, โY/N.โ
โMax 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.
โMarriage,โ he says at one point, โis a lot like a road trip. Sometimes itโs smooth sailing, sometimes you hit a few potholes, but as long as youโve got each other, youโll always find your way back to Graceland.โ
You glance at Max, whoโs barely holding back a laugh.
โAre you laughing at our wedding vows?โ You whisper.
โIโm laughing at the potholes,โ he whispers back.
Elvis continues, undeterred.
When itโs time for the personal vows, Max surprises you.
โI know this is all โฆ unconventional,โ he says, his hands still holding yours. โBut thatโs us, isnโt it? Unconventional. From the first time we met, I knew you were different. You donโt 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.
โI promise to always be your biggest fan, even when youโre cheering for your brother,โ Max continues, his voice softer now. โI promise to always fight for you, always support you, and always love you, no matter how crazy life gets.โ
Youโre not sure when the tears started falling, but theyโre there, hot and fast.
โYour turn,โ Elvis says, nodding at you.
You take a shaky breath, your voice trembling. โMax, you drive me crazy. Youโre stubborn, competitive, and impossible to argue with. But youโre also kind, loyal, and the most passionate person Iโve ever met. You make me laugh when I donโt want to, and you make me believe in things I never thought I could.โ
His eyes soften, and you squeeze his hands tighter.
โI promise to always stand by your side, even when youโre 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.
โYou may now kiss your bride,โ he says with a flourish.
Max doesnโt hesitate, pulling you close and kissing you like the world outside doesnโt exist. The room erupts into cheers, Landoโs voice loudest among them.
When you finally pull away, Max leans his forehead against yours, his voice barely a whisper.
โWe did it.โ
You smile, your hands resting on his chest. โYeah. 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 โreceptionโ 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, heโs 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 Maxโs penthouse. The city hums below, the neon lights still pulsing with energy, but inside, everything feels quiet. Peaceful.
Youโre curled up together in bed, the chaos of the night left behind, when Max finally speaks. โSo,โ he says, breaking the comfortable silence, โare you going to tell me what your favor wouldโve been if you had won the bet?โ
You laugh softly, shaking your head. โI donโt think youโre ready for that, Verstappen.โ
His brows lift, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. โOh, now you have to tell me.โ
You tilt your head, feigning deep thought. โWell, it wouldโve been something big. Something life-changing.โ
His grin widens, and he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. โLife-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. โA ring.โ
Max blinks, caught off guard for a split second. โA ring?โ
โMm-hmm.โ You trace lazy circles on his chest, pretending not to notice his stunned expression. โI 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. โYouโre telling me you were going to propose to me?โ
You shrug, unable to keep the playful smile off your face. โWhat 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. โYouโre unbelievable.โ
โYou married me,โ you point out, grinning back.
โI did,โ he agrees, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. โAnd Iโd 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. โYouโre never going to let me live this down, are you?โ
โNot a chance.โ Heโs still smiling, but his voice softens, turning serious. โI love you, you know. And I donโt care if itโs 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. โI love you, too. Even if you are insufferable.โ
He chuckles, pulling you closer. โInsufferable and married. To you. Forever.โ
You roll your eyes but canโt help the smile that spreads across your face. โForever, huh?โ
โForever,โ he repeats firmly, pressing a kiss to your temple. โAnd just for the record, I wouldโve said yes if youโd proposed first.โ
โYeah?โ
โYeah.โ His lips brush against yours, his voice barely above a whisper. โBut Iโm glad I won this time.โ
You laugh against his mouth, your arms winding around his neck as you pull him closer. โDonโt get used to it, Verstappen.โ
โI wouldnโt dream of it, Mrs. Verstappen.โ
The name catches you off guard, and your heart stutters in your chest. Mrs. Verstappen. Itโs ridiculous and perfect and makes you want to laugh and cry at the same time.
โYou like that?โ He asks, clearly noticing your reaction.
You bite your lip, nodding. โI think I could get used to it.โ
His grin returns, smug and full of mischief. โGood. Because you donโt 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, itโs just the two of you.
And thatโs 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 ๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐ๐ฅฐ
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 ๐ฅบ
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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.
Franco posted to his instagram
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 youโll get them next weekend Franco
User3โ Franco try not to flirt with everyone challenge failed
User4โ Iโm surprised that Franco is still single manโs flirts with everyone
Your usernameโ I think you did well today Franco
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User6โ oh we saw alright
Y/n posted to her story (private instagram)
Captionโ chico somnoliento ๐ค๐ด (sleepy boy)
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Seen by โฆ Franco_colapinto43 and yourBFF
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Captionโ adivina de quiรฉn es la casa (guess whoโs home)
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yourBFFโ whoโs that funny looking man on my wifeโs instagram account.
Franco_Colapinto43โ last time I checked I was her boyfriend ๐คจ
yourBFFโ for now ๐
Franco_Colapinto43โ whatโs 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.
Francoโs grin widened, and without a second thought, he excused himself from the conversation and made his way toward you. He didnโt 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.
โHey,โ he greeted, slipping an arm around your shoulders as he leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. โYou having fun?โ
You raised an eyebrow at him, playful as ever. โYou know me, Iโm just here to make sure you donโt embarrass yourself.โ
He laughed, the sound low and easy. โOh, trust me, itโs 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 didnโt 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. Francoโs thumb traced the outline of your arm before he pulled back slightly, his mischievous smile never leaving his face.
โWhat if we stopped letting everyone assume Iโm single?โ he asked casually, his eyes glinting with that familiar spark.
You didnโt have to think about itโthis had been brewing for weeks, maybe even months. Youโd both gotten tired of the secrecy, of the constant guessing. You didnโt care about the opinions of strangers anymore, not when it came to him.
โI think itโs 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 didnโt 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 didnโt need to.
Franco grinned and shrugged, pulling you close again. โGuess weโre not hiding anymore,โ he said with a teasing smile, as if nothing had just happened. You couldnโt help but laugh. โGuess not.โ
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Captionโ f1 driver Franco Colapinto caught kissing an unidentified woman while at a party.
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User9โ conโ๐ญ๐ญโgradโ๐ญ๐ญโulationsโ๐ญ๐ญ
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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BABY FEVER
(Kate Martin x reader)
TW: Mentions of IVF.
Summary: Your girlfriend Kate has baby feverโฆ
Authorโs 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.
โKate?โ You said, watching her.
โHm?โ She finally looked up.
โWhatโs up, babe?โ You asked softly.
โNothingโs up.โ She shrugged, lying. โWhy?โ
โYouโre being all weird and quietโฆโ You commented.
She sat on her side of the bed, and you sat beside her.
โI want oneโฆโ She whispered, looking at her lap.
โWhat?โ You furrowed your eyebrows.
โI want a baby.โ She said softly. โWith you.โ
You couldnโt decide whether you wanted to laugh or cry.
โKateโฆโ You smiled a little.
โI donโt know whatโs happening.โ She was genuinely surprised. โI just look at that little baby and I want one.โ
โItโs only your first year in the WNBAโฆโ You whispered.
โI know, I know,โ She groaned.
โBabeโฆโ You grinned, watching her flop back on the bed. โI think you have baby fever.โ
โI do.โ Kate agreed. โIโm very sick with it.โ
You laid beside her, your head on her chest. You couldnโt help but find this amusing, yet endearing.
โYou havenโt even popped the questionโฆโ You teased.
โOh, please,โ She scoffed. โWeโre basically married.โ
โYou 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, โBut Iโd do all that. Iโd do whatever. I just want a little babyโฆI 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.
โOh, God, donโt cry!โ Kate yelped, pulling you close and holding you tightly.
โIโm not crying.โ You mumbled into her chest. โYouโreโฆso cute.โ
โYouโd be so cute with a little bumpโฆโ She lightly touched your stomach.
You let her wipe your eyes.
โListen, Kate,โ You whispered. โWeโre gonna have a kid one day. But thatโs 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, โDeal.โ
โDeal? Really? Thatโs what you say?โ You groaned.
โWhat else do you want me to say?โ She laughed, grinning.
You laughed too.
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WHAT THE VENUS SIGNS REMIND ME OF
๐ฉทOddly 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, โyouโre 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, โI wonโt 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, โIโll 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, โuntil 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
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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
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official_glp Revving up the action for LasVegasGP! GLOBALPOKER and Scuderia Ferrari are taking The Strip by storm! ๐๏ธ๐
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I saw you were asking for petitions about lestappen so how about a meet cute between lestappen and an anonymous reader? Like sheโs not famous or the child of anyone famous, sheโs just a fan of F1 and they meet in like a library or something like that, maybe even the paddock? I donโt know if this makes any sense, probably not.
โMax, 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.
โAnd thatโs relevant becauseโฆโ 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 canโt say no to Charlie, so.
โThat makes us literally legends,โ He says, peering into every bookshelf for the correct one. โkids are learning about racing and us. At school.โ
โYeaโ thatโs actually pretty cool.โ
โOh.โ Charles suddenly stops walking, making Max stop in his tracks, bumping into him.
When Max looks up, heโs met with the prettiest girl heโs laid eyes upon. She has a few books in her arms, and is trying to grab one that is on the top shelf.
โDo you need any help?โ Charles takes a step closer and then, sheโs facing them. Sheโs silent for a couple of seconds, looking between the two of them.
Next thing they know, sheโs smiling brightly at them. โYes, please. I just need that one.โ She points to a black and red one.
Charles tries to grab the book but itโs a little out of his reach. Max tries to hide a smile behind his hands, and doesnโt say anything when the boy turns around, silently asking him for help.
โThatโs actually the book we were looking for.โ
โYou can have it.โ The girl pushes the book against Charlesโ chest, but he just gives it back.
โYou probably need it for school or something.โ Max says, giving her his best smile. โWe were just trying to see ourselves in that book.โ
She raises her eyebrows, immediately opening the book and looking for the picture. โOh, thatโs 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. Thereโs a paragraph talking about what is Formula One and who are they.
Yeah, itโs pretty cool.
โSo,โ Charles says, cheeks burning red. โDo you need it for school? Are you like in senior year or something like that?โ Max laughs because he canโt help it. He has never seen him flirting before.
โNo, my nephew needs it. Iโm 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.
โItโs your nephew a Formula One fan?โ
โActually,โ The beautiful girl pulls her phone out of her bag, showing them her lockscreen. Sheโs there next to a boy in a kart. โHeโs into karting and is gonna be so jealous when I tell him I met you two.โ
โWell,โ Max tries to sound nonchalant but heโs so nervous. He just hopes she doesnโt notice, or Charles because heโs gonna make fun of him for the rest of their lives. โWe would be very happy to meet him.โ
โOh my God, seriously? Heโll be so happy if you come to one of his races. He will lose his mind.โ
โI was actually talking about Facetime.โ Max hates himself when he sees her face falls, but forgets about it the second sheโs blushing.
โJust ignore him. Max is nervous because youโre so pretty and he doesnโt know how to talk with pretty girls.โ Max wants to punch him in the face. โAnd youโre like very pretty.โ
โYou get nervous around pretty girls too, Charles?โ
If looks could killโฆ
The pretty girl giggles, and they turn to look at her so fast their necks start to hurt. โWhy donโt 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-รlysรฉesย 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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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 backโa 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 couldnโt 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
Youโre Corroded Coffinโs tour manager and you wake up realizing you drunkenly got married to Eddie the night before.
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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 Coffinโs 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.
โOw! 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.
โEddie?โ You shoved your sleeping client beside you. โEddie, I think we did something really stupid last night,โ
โWhat? Of course, we did! Weโre rockstars, idiot,โ He grumbled, rolling his shoulders to shake off your hand.
He attempted to roll over and fall back asleep, but this wasnโt 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.
โHey!โโ
โEddie, shut up,โ You said sternly, interrupting his whining. โLet 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.
โHoly 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.
โLooks like we got a matching set,โ He said casually.
His expression didnโt change, leaving you utterly dumbfounded. You could tell he was not understanding the gravity of the situation at all.
โA matching set?โ Eddie this isnโt 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 wasnโt 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 didnโt think you had to spell this all out for him.
Another moment passed before his eyes opened up fully. โOhโฆ OH!โ He exclaimed.
โYeah, 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.
โOh 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. โI 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.
โI canโt believe Iโm even explaining this to you right now,โ You mumbled to yourself. You put your hands together and pointed the form at him. โEddie, I think we got married last night,โ
You hoped and prayed he would give you a different look, one that didnโt make you believe he didnโt even know his own name.
โYou think? Or you know?โ He countered, raising his eyebrows at you. โThese rings could mean nothing, we just have to make sure,โ
His expression was far more casual than it shouldโve been. You didnโt 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 wasnโt 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.
โI 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.
Eddieโs smile wavered as he saw the state of your wedding dress. He suddenly looked nauseous as he observed the wine stains and messy wrinkles.
โWe mustโve been super wasted last night,โ He thought back to the night before, his mind desperately trying to recall any other details. โI canโt remember a damn thing after the first hour or so,โ He said, running a hand through his messy hair.
โYeah, 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. โJeez 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.
โI dunno. I bet youโd 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.
โAlright, buddy, I gotta get you back to the hotel. Youโre too far gone if youโre 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.
โI 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 Eddieโs dreams. This included the boldness to slip your hand into his and say โAwโฆ Fuck it, why not? Letโs 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 couldnโt 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 Eddieโs 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.
โOkay Iโm 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 didnโt. 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.
โThere is no way youโre 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.
โWhat 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.
โTaking 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.
โYouโre gonna marry me, right, princess?โ His silky voice was incredibly inviting in the state you were in.
โI um- well m-โ You stuttered. You could hardly stand straight, let alone answer his question properly. โYeah?โ
โMhm, thatโs what I thought. Cโmon, sweetheart, youโre mine now,โ He triumphantly laughed.
The receptionistโs 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 employeeโs 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 couldnโt 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 couldnโt hear anything for a moment over the pounding of your heart in your ears. Your mind couldnโt wrap around Eddie and you sharing a moment so intimate and unfortunately so permanent.
โOh, rightโฆ thatโs 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 youโd probably snap at him again.
As the realization hit Eddie, he felt overwhelmed with emotion. Part of him couldnโt believe that the both of him had gotten married so recklessly, but another part felt a strange fluttering in his chest.
โYeah, 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.
โYou um- Youโre not thinking of breaking all this off right?โ he asked timidly.
As if this morning couldnโt 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.
โMunsonโฆ 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 didnโt want to believe that he was genuinely considering remaining married to you.
โHear me out,โ He set his hands out, gesturing you to stop whatever angry rant you wished to go on. โMaybe this doesnโt have to be the worst thing that could happen to us,โ
โWhat do you mean?โ
โI doubt that we werenโt spotted in that chapel. If weโre lucky we have until the afternoon before we see headlines about Corroded Coffinโs 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. โGod, 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. โYeah, yeah, youโre 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.
โWhat if we just stayed married for a little while?โ He pursed his lips and shrugged. โThink about it. All that press Corroded Coffin would get over something like this. Weโd be a household name! Itโs 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.
โI know you hate the attention,โ He continued softly, looking at you with puppy dog eyes. โBut 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 youโd have to explain this to, all the uncomfortable interviews youโd have to speak in, and all the death threats made by Corroded Coffinโs fans to you.
โDo I really have a choice in all this?โ You mumbled through the spaces in between your fingers.
Eddie flashed a wry smile. โI guess not,โ he teasingly held up his ring finger as if he was flipping you off. โBottom line, when we walk out of this hotel, we are officially husband and wife. And I donโt know about you, but I donโt 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
Eddieโs 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.
โI donโt 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.
โOh come on, sweetheart,โ he taunted, his fingers gripping your thighs in a tight but affectionate grip. โWhereโs 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.
โAlright!โ You blurted out. โFine, letโs do this, but as soon as tour is over, we get a quiet divorce and we move on like nothing ever happened,โ
โYeah, 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. โAlright, get all dolled up for brunch, Iโm starving. Itโs time for your grand debut, Mrs. Munson,โ
โHey, 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.
โWell get used to it, because Iโm going to keep calling you that,โ he teased. โYouโre officially stuck with me now, Mrs. Munson,โ
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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