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astonmartinii · 1 year ago

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hi!! i really love your blog: i usually stay silent and only like the posts but i thought today should be the day i request something!

would you be open to write a social media au with lando Norris x y/n where the reader is a marine biologist? or a surfer? or something ocean-related lmao

feel free to disregard this request if you don’t like it or don’t have time!! xx

just add water | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x fem reader

first fish ruined his appetite, now they steal his girlfriend?

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yourusername: perks of the job but back on shore i clock in to my full time job of missing lando

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user1: can we have the hair routine cause miss ma'am is in the sea every damn day and her hair is still healthier than mine

user2: REAL

landonorris: f1 is just my day job, talking about you is my passion and career

yourusername: babe even the whales in monterey bay know about you

landonorris: they better be mclaren fans

yourusername: eh i think i heard super max (whale edition) the other day

maxverstappen1: conquered all of f1 and the seven seas so real of me

landonorris: THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT THEY'RE SAYING THE RISING OCEAN TEMPERATURES ARE FRYING THEIR BRAINS

yourusername: babe don't joke about that :(

landonorris: sorry :(

oscarpiastri: can you please come to the next race i may put my head through a wall if i have to watch this man go through his camera roll again RETELLING me all of the stories

yourusername: didn't realise we were so annoying 🧐

oscarpiastri: don't get me wrong you guys are cute but sometimes i wanna nap after practice in peace and not hear about whale shit

landonorris: i SEE HOW IT IS

alexalbon: no oscar is right i've heard about when had a baby seal on her surfboard about seven billion times

yourusername: HEY that was cute

user3: okay but lando could talk to ME about y/n's adventures

user4: i want to hear ALL of it for real

user5: lando and y/n podcast when?

alexalbon: do not give them ideas they’re already number one and two yappers in the international waffling championship

yourusername: yapper and proud 😤

landonorris: healthy relationship communications and boundaries? no. yappers? yes!

alexalbon: has anyone ever told you guys you’re annoying?

yourusername: yes 😃

user6: they’re so annoying i love them

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landonorris: does this girl own a pair of trousers? real question.

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user8: i actually don't think i've ever seen a man this down bad

user9: ALL men should aspire to be this whipped

yourusername: i wish you would join the no trouser revolution, give the girlies something to look at

user10: i agree

yourusername: okay back up babe that ass is all mine

landonorris: it's okay babe you can admire your (my) ass all the time if you come home PLS

yourusername: sorry babe the ocean doesn't sleep and the whales need me

landonorris: but i need you too :(

maxverstappen1: WAH WAH I'M SICK OF YOUR FUCKING WHINING

alexalbon: THANK YOU FINALLY

landonorris: erm why am i being victimised in my own comment section

maxverstappen1: you are doing my fucking nut in mate yeha i get you miss her but kinda your fault for having a cool gf with a cool job

yourusername: omg thanks 😊

landonorris: Y/N???

yourusername: babe no offence but he's a three time world champ i'm gonna take the compliment

landonorris: i guess so :(

user10: just one normal comment section, please that is all i ask for

oscarpiastri: maybe i should get on this whole j.peg business cause my photography is doing some heavy lifting here

yourusername: i didn't take you for a stunt queen miss rookie

landonorris: where is the peace, love and positivity ?? you guys are such haters

oscarpiastri: proudly

yourusername: no cool shells for you mr piastri

oscarpiastri: I TAKE IT BACK

landonorris: you people are such flip flops

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yourusername: i promise we do actually do work

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user14: why am i now considering a marine biology degree for a sick ass instagram feed

user15: and protecting the sanctity of ocean life?

user14: yeah sure throw that in there too?

landonorris: i hope you slapped the FUCK out of that stingray for steve irwin

yourusername: babe we all know violence is not the answer

landonorris: you said you'd break the knee caps of any driver that took me out?

yourusername: i do not recall this

landonorris: steve irwin is a national treasure, you should've done it for oscar

oscarpiastri: i'm sure it wasn't that exact stingray mate

landonorris: you don't know that

danielricciardo: i see you've forgotten about the other aussie you were teammates with ???

yourusername: i wouldn't have that if i were you daniel

landonorris: y/n??? you're meant to be on my side

yourusername: say sorry to larry and maybe i'll gang up on daniel with you

danielricciardo: Y/N???

landonorris: i'm sorry larry ... and daniel i guess ?

danielricciardo: if my hand weren't broken right now...

user16: okay i think lando is having y/n withdrawals

yourusername: his bitchiness is a symptom of separation anxiety

landonorris: sorry not sorry

user17: mclaren pr praying for y/n to come to a race soon

maxverstappen1: p says pretty please can she bagsy the pink shells?

yourusername: most definitely she can !! i'll even be on the look out for more

maxverstappen1: thank you y/n you're my favourite - p

yourusername: that's it i'm coming home rn

landonorris: am i a joke to you?

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landonorris: reunited and it feels so good oh and a double podium, pretty sweet

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user21: obsessed with how lando said that y/n is clearly his lucky charm and the "dumbass" ocean won't be getting his girlfriend back

user22: there's levels to hating and lando's level of hating on the ocean??

user23: his hatred of fish makes so much more sense right now

user24: either he hates anything to do with the ocean or y/n convinced him they deserve to live 😭

landonorris: i'll say it's number one but realistically it's two greatly helped by the fact that it tastes gross anyway

yourusername: I'M SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU

landonorris: i know hhehehehehehehe

yourusername: i love you stupid

landonorris: i love you too dummy

yourusername: as much as i enjoyed this race i am ready for home time (after karaoke, you promised me karaoke with yuki)

landonorris: AHAHAHAAH TAKE THAT OCEAN Y/N COMING HOME

alexalbon: bro has beef with the ocean 😭

georgerussell63: bro had to share his gf with WATER 😭

maxverstappen1: bro is being ... torn apart here KEEP GOING LOL

oscarpiastri: no keep going cause i just want a nap before debrief and some people are being WAY TOO LOUD

carlossainz55: i think that's probably why you guys are getting away with bullying the little goblin

user25: oscar out here just confirming that lando and y/n are ... for lack of a better word up to no good?

user26: y/n didn't lie when she called him a stunt queen

landonorris: i can't hear y'all LALALALALALA

yourusername: they hate us because they ain't us

landonorris: period 💅

user27: i hate (love) them your honour

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yourusername: so he had the whole proposal planned out but got a bit too excited at suzuka ... if anyone asks we got engaged on a boat in the mediterranean not in his driver's room. aside from that, HOLY FUCK I AM ENGAGED TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE I LOVE YOU LANDO I CAN'T WAIT FOR FOREVER

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user30: HOLY 😭 FUCKING 😭 SHIT 😭

landonorris: can we agree on no more like three month placements pretty please?

yourusername: baby the whales need me

landonorris: i need you more FIANCE :(

yourusername: gosh you are convincing, no more retreats for more than a month

landonorris: yay !!

yourusername: you need to put up more shelves for our shells though

landonorris: on it, i love you (i'm calling my dad to do it)

yourusername: i love you too baby

danielricciardo: enchante tease on the engagement post and for free ??? love you two

yourusername: at least you have the prettiest model ever for it

landonorris: I'M BLUSHING

danielricciardo: i'll deal with this because i'm happy for you two

mclarenf1: double podium and an engagement, suzuka really delivered this year

oscarpiastri: i guess i take back my comments about being loud in the drivers room... i'm so happy for you guys you deserve it

landonorris: ahaha i knew you were a softy really pastry boy

yourusername: i always knew you loved us really oscar, you're just sassy and we respect that

landonorris: .... sure

maxverstappen1: did he propose at sea in one final power move over his arch nemesis the ocean?

yourusername: have you considered he did it at sea because i'm a marine biologist and i love it out there and he loves me?

maxverstappen1: well now i look like an asshole

landonorris: the sea 0 - 1 lando

yourusername: lando 😭

user31: well this has all been a rollercoaster

fin.

note: i've been kinda mia on here and i'm super sorry this request has taken so long lol. wanted to get this out now though cause lando had a horrid day today but i'm glad he's okay !! enjoy, i'm in my second week of a job so might get less busy xx

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 x you #f1 #f1 social media au #lando norris insta au #lando norris x you #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris

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ham1lton · 4 months ago

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mick and max are the only ones not afraid of nepo baby yn bc they grew up with her omgggg she and max are sarcastic and insults are their love language and mick is the only one that’s like ‘she’s got a really good side to her. the mean persona is just an act’ and the grid is like 🤨 if you say so bc they’re scared of her.

but absolutely that yn has a bella hadid persona <3 they are also bffs in my brain 🤭 princess diana of our time.

YES she definitely had a crush on lewis growing up and he didn’t even know she existed 😭 the first time they met she had just graduated college and lewis was like you’re the missing daughter??? and she’s like im not missing the fbi knew where i was the entire time (a schitts creek reference <3)

lando wants to be her friend but he is cringe fail loser x10 around her bc he can never look cool and calm in front of her like he wants to. he tries to lean on a wall in her house and accidentally knocks over a priceless vase. he’s terrified and she’s like no one’s gonna notice it’s fine and rolls her eyes.

seb likes her bc she reminds him of the days he was a menace on the grid <3 it’s like he’s looking at the female version of himself. she flirts with him allllllll the time and he likes it

she parties with fernando for sure. they both love chaos and a good time. he has flirty nicknames for her 🤭 calls her hermosa, carina, corazon etc all the time and she likes the attention and lets him do it

i have so much more to say but i want to hear all your ramblings 🩷🩷🩷 there’s just so many possibilities with every driver when nepo baby yn is out there. she and oscar get along bc he’s so chill she’s like you know what. i like you. and oscar’s like that’s great news.

mick is working overtime as nepo baby!yn’s pr department. he’s like ‘she’s so sweet and nice!! you just need to speak to her!!’ and yn is in the corner just lighting pieces of paper on fire and the people mick is speaking to are like ‘… we’ll pass on that.’ max isn’t better at all. the devil and angel on her shoulder. they both defend her though.

someone: yn is a bitch.

mick: she’s actually so kind and lovely. maybe you should reconsider that?? she actively gives to charity, the best friend anyone could have, the fans like her and everyone should like her!!!

someone: yn is a bitch.

max: shut tf up. you’re the bitch. plus you’re ugly.

i’ve actually always wanted to do a princess au. omg but like scheming bad bitch princess au. in my head, she’s the perfect royal but because her twin brother was born before her, he is next in line. then it turns out he actually wasn’t, she was born first but for the sake of a patriarchal agenda, they said he was. idk if i’ll ever write it. but it kinda relates to this yn??

lewis loves yn. they are twin flames. that’s his mini me. so when he goes to her room for the first time and sees a bunch of his posters on the walls, he’s like hmmm… at least young you had good taste. sebastian and yn jokingly flirting. she uses her lines on him before she takes them out to bag cute guys, as if she needs good pickup lines.

CRINGE FAIL LOSER!LANDO AGENDA RISES AGAIN!!!!!! MAKE SOME NOISE!!!!!!! he desperately wants to be her friend and ever since he started racing in f1, he has been on this campaign to be her friend so when oscar became her friend before him… he’s in shock? he’s like wtf did you DO?! but oscar is just oscar. he just does him.

fernando and yn on the town is a recipe for disaster omgggg. the amount of shenanigans they get into? george went out with them once and he came back with no eyebrows. he had to get them microbladed 😔

#okay thats enough i’ll stop here #SORRY YALL FOR RAMBLING AGAIN #aus #jayde’s inbox ✎#anon ask #nepo baby!yn

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pickingupmymercedes · 9 months ago

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If these wings could fly - Lewis Hamilton

a/n: Tried something different this time and got a song as inspiration.

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem! f1 related! reader

song: Wings - Birdy (yeah, it's old, I know)

warnings: none, just fluff really

wordcount: + 1k

Sunlight comes creeping in, illuminates our skin We watch the day go by, stories of what we did It made me think of you, it made me think of you

You woke up confused and groggy in your window seat in the private plane that was taking you and a few other members of your team to the next leg of the season. Sunlight peaking from the poorly closed blind on your side, Lewis’ perfume strongly present around and his arms still in the back of your neck as you used his shoulders as pillow.

Everyone around was deep in conversation or working, no one really interested in how you and Lewis always seemed to look and act like a couple, although not really one - yet.

“Morning, sleeping beauty” his soft tone welcomed you, the happiness from the last day still very present in his voice.

“How long have I been out?” You breathed out, cracked and dry throat indicating you had been sleeping for a while

“Almost 5 hours, I think. It’s okay though, we saved you some food” He winked looking down at you still snuggled close to him.

“Urgh, day flights are the worst. They never end!” You dramatically put, yawning through the sentence and trying to reach your phone charging on the table in front of you.

“Specially when you party the whole night through huh?” Toto appeared at the back of your seat, ruffling your hair and giving Lewis’ shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“Please, keep it down, there’s a lot of static up here already” you almost whispered, index fingers squeezing your temple.

“You have no ideia how much noise you made, love” His laugh echoed as he pointed to your phone blipping away

“Please don’t tell me twitter’s blowing up with photos from last night ?!” Your question earning a few laughs from people around.

“None yet, you’re safe for now.” Lewis answered chuckling, loud enough just for you and Toto to hear, while gently guiding you back to your seat by your waist.

“It was nice seeing you have fun, really” Toto sincerely looked at you this time, earning a classic Lewis toothy smile in the process.

“Well, then you should start winning more often again” you pointed to Lewis, fully turning to him and smirking.

“We won that. And this time, hopefully, we’re back to how it was.” He confidently stated, squeezing your waist as you adjusted yourself back to lean on him, contemplating the last 24 hours.

Under a trillion stars, we danced on top of cars Took pictures of the stage, so far from where we are They made me think of you, they made me think of you

No one believed it when Lewis got to that flag first, not even himself, coming on the radio to ask Bono what pace he needed to keep the gap from Verstappen, even when the fireworks had already gone off at the finish line. You could only remember jumping from your place on the garage and running as far as you could to get to where the cars would be parked, with a screaming team right behind you.

Lewis had never jumped faster from the cockpit, running to the mechanics still with his helmet on and almost making a repeat of 2019 with the barriers as you were making a bee line to get as close as you could. He probably first saw Toto, towering over the sea of people there to cheer him on, and then he found you and gosh were you glowing to him, even if in reality you had dried tear stains down your cheeks and a blush that covered almost your entire face.

He hugged you tightly and if it wasn’t for the reporter waiting for the interview, he wouldn’t have let go. As Toto grabbed on his helmet and congratulated him, you slipped a squeeze to his fingers when he looked back and gave you the full toothy smile that had your heart melting.

That night you dragged everyone from the team to an impromptu small party. There, with people excitedly celebrating one of the most important people of your life in what was also one of the hardest moments of your life, you felt as light and free as you hadn’t in a very long time.

You documented everything, photos left and right of how that one victory got everyone so amazed and pumped, just like in the past, making a mental note to actually share what you could with the millions of fans just as proud as you were of the work the team had done. And while Lewis made sure to talk to everyone, he would always find his way back to you, remaining glued to your hips until the early hours of the Monday you were all supposed to leave.

While dragging you back to your hotel room for a quick shower and breakfast you stopped him in front of the bathroom mirror, looking straight into his eyes, the alcohol left in you just about enough to get you to brave up and let out something you had been hammering in the back of your head since that final flag.

“Gosh, Niki would’ve been so, so proud of that.” He perked up wrapping his arms around you and giving a chaste kiss on your forehead.

“He have always been proud of you babe” His response clicked after a few seconds and made you bubble up.

“I meant…and I know I’m not making the most sense right now. But I meant he would’ve been proud of you, Lewis, just as I am, as Toto is.” You said it looking straight at him just to wonder off to the cold shower leaving him standing there.

Lights go down, in the moment we're lost and found I just wanna be by your side if these wings could fly For the rest of our lives.

Getting to the next hotel for yet another race week almost felt like home after a few years of doing just that. You had developed a routine of sorts in the past years in the category. Whenever you got to the next country at night, you would go run the jet leg off, have a bath, relax, catch up on important emails and order something to eat.

The past months your routine also had accommodated Lewis’ presence, whether for a talk or to have dinner with, he would always be found around you. Mondays and Tuesdays were for you both to figure things out, no F1 talks you had agreed– a rule that was was tossed aside pretty quickly.

That Monday though, the spirits were still running high, and even after burning off his energy and you trying to relax, you two only wanted each other and the tension was something anyone could cut with a knife.

Yes, you two were joined at the hip for almost the four days of a GP, yes, people were starting to suspect the proximity had more than just friendship involved.

“Hey sorry to bother, I was wondering if you have the commercial numbers the board sent last Wednesday, I wanted to go through them.” You sent Toto a whatsapp voice message, not wanting to bother him with a call but hoping he would see it. Your phone ringing not a moment later.

“So… you two can be quick”

“What are you talking about?”

“Haven’t you two celebrated already?”

“Gez, Toto. He’s not even here and I was trying to catch up on some work”

“Okay. Just please, take care of whatever you two had today, I can’t go through 2 hours of meetings tomorrow with a cranky you.”

“I do not get cranky over that”

“Yes, you do. May I remind you of those months before you two…”

“No, you don’t need to remind me of anything, I got it, bye and please send the reports.” You hung up not even waiting to hear his response, but not fast enough to not hear his laughter on the other end.

When Lewis finally showed up, he followed your trails on the suite until he laid his eyes on you sitting on the sofa, papers scarred around and a computer on your leg. Your flushed cheeks as you took his flustered features in, revealing you were as eager for him as he had been since he got out of his car on Sunday.

“I swear, next time I’m not leaving for any party until I celebrate with you.” He almost whispered as he led you away from the mess and towards the bed. His strong scent engulfing you as he pulled you close and studied your features just millimeters away from his face.

“I would very much like that” You agreed, breaking the tension with a clash of lips, hands already all over his abdomen and biceps, grounding yourself in whatever skin you could find.

Later that night you woke up to an empty bed and a shadowy figure on the window, looking out at the sky. He only had his boxers on, braids out and a dreamy expression on the features you could see lightened by the moon.

“Penny for your thoughts” You sleepily murmured in his shoulders, leaving a kiss there and hugging him from behind, feeling his tensioned muscles relax as he took you in and turned you into his arms.

“Did I wake you?” He looked concerned as he asked and kissed your temple

“Felt your absence” You snuggled closer to him, bathing in his warmth

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like Sunday. It’s been so long and everyone’s worked so hard for that” He let it out after a while, looking out into the city above as you watched him closely, holding him tighter – if that was even possible.

He let you led him back to bed, under the silky duvet he pulled you onto his chest, fingers massaging your scalp while you traced rounds shapes in his chest. You felt the vulnerability in his actions mirroring your own.

“Niki once told me there’d be one race that I’d remember in horrific details. I always thought that was Brazil 21’, but it doesn’t even come close to what these past 3 days have been.” You broke the silence, looking up at him and finding his eyes fondly looking back at you.

“To be honest, all I remember is that there was only one person I wanted to celebrate that victory with” He grinned before saying, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear

“I love you, Lewis.” You softly said it, not for the first time ever though, but surely the first time you felt it so strongly and liberating

“I know I’ve been dodging each and every feeling I have for you. But I don’t want to do it anymore, I want to scream to the world that I love you, and I want you to know that I’ve been in love with you for a while now.”

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton x you #f1 x reader #f1 imagine

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12-seconds-to-live · 2 years ago

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How do we say goodbye?

pairing - f1drivers/2022

summary - this is pt2 of “How do I say goodbye?”

warnings - mentions of death, explicit language, description of a crash.

word count: 1.255

“I wonder if I was in a coma, who would visit me in the hospital?”

For the drivers, hearing that letter was something, to imagine a member of their family thinking about their goodbye was not very common. Inexplicable and sad.

Everyone was in the hospital waiting to enter your room and see you, to dedicate words that without knowing if they would do any good, help you heal, wake up, laugh with them at the jokes, comfort them when they thought they would lose you or at least say goodbye.

How to say goodbye?

"Good morning, are you all related to Miss Brooks? - a chorused yes was heard in the waiting room. "Well, please, the first person may enter, take as much time as you need."

Between them they all exchanged glances, they had never heard a doctor say such a thing, considering 19 people in the waiting room. Lando and Alex sat with tears about to come out of their eyes. Daniel turned his gaze to the door of your room and walked in. For Daniel, being the soul of the group by always having a smile on his face is an incredible quality but seeing you on that gurney with lots of wires, a breathing mask and no trace of your cheerful look and contagious smile broke his heart. What could he say? It's like losing your little sister. He pulled a chair closer to you and took your hand, cold and without a trace of warmth.

"I'm afraid, afraid of losing you, much more afraid of leaving Formula 1. You always know what to say and how to make us laugh. You're not afraid of what people will say about you. We are not best friends like you are with Alex but I don't know what my life would be...our life without you" Daniel felt the tears falling and uncontrollably "I'm sorry but..... Please fight and recover, I will wait for you to show you Perth as you have always wanted, accompany you in your next podiums and live life" With a last look, Daniel gets up from the chair and before leaving he says what he thinks is right in case you don't come back "Don't say goodbye again, please, I love you and I am not good at goodbyes and even more when I know you are coming back".

Alex is the next to enter the room next to George. Your teammate is not feeling well but is still very sure what to say to you "Lily says hi, she's sorry she can't be here and that she's waiting for you to play golf together, clearly you're her favorite student" He looks up and George encourages him to continue "I hate this. You have been an amazing teammate, you care about everyone on the team and you have accomplished so much more than I have this season, no, that has never bothered me because I am happy for your accomplishments as you are for mine and please wake up. You are our family, we are heartbroken and we don't know what to do after seeing how you were taken out of the car. No one will replace your place Alice, I...I want you to know that you are our favorite person". George, who has tears forming in his eyes says "We will wait for you and we don't accept that you will give up".

Lando enters the room and the image of everyone around your helmet, remembering your short F1 career makes him sigh sadly "I never thought you were so sentimental. Although it's not your fault, I'm really sorry that the FIA is so stupid and they don't see what their actions cause" The British man runs his hands over his face trying to think what he can say that won't make him cry a lot more. "I don't want to say goodbye to you, you are my other sister, my best friend and...and it's not right for me to tell you but Zak made an offer for you to be with me next season and I've been wanting to tell you for weeks because I admire you and I want you with me or without me to achieve your dreams and be the best female driver ever" Another sigh. "I promise if you wake up I will stop pulling your hair so you hear me before everyone else, stop calling you in the middle of the night for nonsense and only post pictures of you on networks that you like. I miss you, we all do and we want to see you competing."

Carlos seeing you in such a way on the stretcher closes his eyes and sighs. Since you met you have considered him a big brother and he is one of the people who suffers the most from your jokes "I never expected to see you like this, pequeña. I called your parents yesterday and cried with them. Apart from Isa, I think you're the only girl my parents know and well...I don't want the last image I see of you to be here" The Spaniard sits back and watches your slow way of breathing. "The Canadian GP was postponed. Your accident has caused noise and no one has the head to get in the car and race with an empty seat. You will be back and stronger than ever, we have no doubt about that. The rest of the world has yet to see what Alice is capable of."

Charles and Pierre are the only ones who are dedicated to keeping you company, words are superfluous and the sentiment is the same, they want you to come back and be the soul of the grid again.

Yuki leaves next to your bed a Koala doll, one of your favorite animals and hopes that when you see it, a smile will appear on your face. He's not very good with words, but the Japanese guy has always enjoyed your company and your efforts to get a smile out of him and give him ideas on how to ruin the intro of the AlphaTauri podcast. He takes your hand and says the only sensible thing and that if perhaps you listen to him, know that it comes from his heart "We love you and we need you. Without you we are not the same and I don't want that feeling to be the constant reminder of you."

Checo and Max enter the room together. Checo prays in Spanish while Max gives you one of his serious looks. Without expressing it, he feels fear, dread, anger that you will give up and not come back. Not having a partner to practice with on the simulator or running in the mornings or practicing phrases to annoy the press. With a simple "please" he takes your hand and follows his partner out of the room.

Lewis and Sebastian are dedicated to reminding you of the times they gave you the lessons to get you started successfully in F1, clearly you heard them those times. They hope to see you reach the championship, to be a star and the inspiration for the next generation. They hope they are right.

The rest of the grid visits you and gives you words of encouragement to heal and return to your team and family. They are not certain what is coming for you, but their minds don't want to think about a memorial or a funeral. Traces of past memories of people who have meant so much in their lives make their presence known and for you to enter into those memories would be the worst of this season...of this life.

June 27, 2022 at 02:37 marked the date when you moved your left hand and opened your eyes, alone in a hospital room, ready to move on with your life, ready to hug your friends and tell them you heard them and thank them, ready to put on your helmet and get in your car and make history.

Ready to run off to a new adventure

‘cause you’re not ready to say goodbye.

#f1 imagine #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 x reader #daniel ricciardo #lando norris #f1xfemaledriver #formula one #alex albon #charles lecrelc #formula 1 #oc x formula one #y/n x f1 #lewis hamilton #carlossainz

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mgu-h · 3 days ago

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Lando’s always been his own harshest critic since joining McLaren in 2019, but the difference was that during his rookie years, Carlos used to step in and stop Lando from getting too self-critical during interviews so we wouldn't really hear it. On top of that, social media wasn’t as brutal either so he probably felt like he had a safe space in the f1 community. Now, with all the media pressure, online negativity, his words getting twisted for clickbait, and championship stress, it’s no surprise he’s been so tough on himself in public. I just hope he gets the help he needs because not sleeping and being that hard on yourself is concerning :(

Yeah, concerning is right. It's hard to hear about just as someone who wishes him well, I can't even imagine how his family and friends feel about it. I know he has a full team of people who care about him and would do whatever it takes to make things better for him, but they can't do that if he isolates himself like he reported doing. He's just so real and relatable, idk. Like a hurt animal withdraws to a cave to lick their wounds, that's what he did.

I don't know if he's ever felt truly safe in F1, he's talked about hate for a long time (albeit to a lesser degree), but he's been genuine and open anyway. It's a choice he made differently from Carlos, and a choice that I respect. I think it's both strategic and genuine, like he can't help but run his mouth and be honest from his perspective, but it's also anticipatory deflection of criticism. That worked to some degree in the past, but not recently.

The fact that he remains open even now is fascinating to me. There's an insanity to it, like being vulnerable hadn't worked the last fifty times to make people stop being cruel, so why keep trying it? But that's not his goal. He knows they won't stop. He's still being honest because that is just the way he is and he doesn't want to change. He knows that while he has haters, he also has fans, and he's aware of what it means to us to see him be open about struggling.

Seeing him showing up to Vegas, putting in purple sectors in practice so far, persevering despite it all makes me really proud of him, and inspired tbh. I'm sad to hear how bad it got, and pray it never gets that bad again, but I also pray he never stops telling us about it if it does. Yes, it's not our business, but as a mentally ill person, it means the world to me to see his resilience.

#lando norris #my guyyyy

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f1crecs · 1 year ago

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Meet the Team

As you may remember, a couple of weeks ago I put out a post asking for volunteers to help me collate recs for the lists and maintain the blog. I am so very happy to introduce them all to you now - and we will all be sharing our favourite fics, too. 🤍

thank you so much to everyone who put their name forward for this - I am so grateful.

click here to hear their #1 favourite f1c, and continue below the cut to learn more about them.

I hope you will all join me in welcoming them!

Briony x

Alison - @lydia-petze

favourite pairings: I am very unfussy but some of my favourite pairings are galex, carlando, piarles, yukierre, loscar, charlos and martian. favourite tropes: again, very unfussy but coffee shop, fake dating/marriage of convenience and bodyguard fic is all up there. about me: Hi, I'm Alison, lydia_petze on AO3. I'm very old in fandom years, having started back in the 90s when The X Files was the fandom du jour. I manage a rail station in my spare time, my number one job is cat servant, I like folk music and folklore and I can do the occasional Aussie-pick when it's needed

Briony - @boxboxbrioche

favourite pairings: piarles, galex, martian... but I truly will read most pairings. favourite tropes: childhood best friends to lovers. second chances. historical au's. soulmate au's!! about me: hi! it's nice to meet you. this fandom is so incredibly talented, and i started this blog in 2023 in order to shout it from the rooftops. i enjoy reading, walking, and esteban ocon

Caroleen - @blueballsracing

favourite pairings: love Lestappen, Brocedes, Galex, Loscar, Landoscar favourite tropes: enemies to lovers, magical realism, roommates, friends with benefits about me: Hi! I’m Caroleen, caroleen on ao3 and blueballsracing on tumblr! I’m a big cat lover, huge Taylor Swift stan, and am a huge nerd!

Clara - @frickinsweet

favourite pairings: Piarles, Lestappen, Galex, Brocedes – but I’m a Charles-girly first and foremost so I will read most things that involve him ❤️ favourite tropes: Enemies-to-lovers, mutual pining, magical realism, soulmates about me: Hiya, I’m Clara, frickinsweet on tumblr (and on AO3 where you can find me commenting on fics mostly). Eternally tired girl that wishes she could be a cat mom but god has cursed me with allergies. Fanartist (in theory only so far). Due to work related damages I have too many opinions on peoples teeth 🙈.

Katie - @singsweetmelodies

favourite pairings: Pierre/Charles, Seb/Lewis, Nico/Jenson favourite tropes: fake dating baby!!! but also, friends to lovers, mutual pining, idiots in love <3 about me: Hiii! I'm Katie, ohmygasly on AO3 and singsweetmelodies on Tumblr! in the words of a dear friend, my 3 personality traits are doctorate, taylor swift, and f1 (not necessarily in that order)

Leaf - @ocontraire

favourite pairings: I'm not very particular about pairings, though i gravitate towards those including lando, alonso, or esteban. favourite tropes: pining, fantasy settings, and moderately unreliable narrators about me: hello! i'm leaf, leafmeal0ne on ao3 and ocontraire on tumblr! i love poetry, country music, and far too many sports to be reasonable. i crochet frequently and am very bad at it.

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lestappenforever · 1 year ago

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hi angel c:

wanted to wish you and all your anons a good race evening! this two weekends are giving us enormous amount of lestappen content but I'm not complaining at all ._.

I take into account that the entire Lestappen launching may be PR but... don't you think this is kinda too much? I mean I don't see the reason for Christian to post photo of Max and Charles and moreover today's greeting of him and Charles... I'm confused .-. maybe I want to see Charles in RBR so bad that I start to notice and exaggerate the things that are not even there but greeting the others teem principal? o_O k im taking it

I follow some distant but still opinionated F1 sources that are not connected with shipping at all and the funny thing is that even people who are not delusional are seeing changes in behavior of these two or at least notice that they are somehow perceiving each other differently in comparison to other drivers. as if they were constantly emphasized and treated specially by each other. it’s just that: from year to year they get closer and closer, more calm and open. and that's beautiful

I have the feeling that we are witnessing the history and dynamics that are far from an end. their story is literary from the very beginning and I expect the same development. and at the moment we're getting it

it all as if we are missing something and seeing too much at the same time. and it's an amazing feeling. it irritates and in parallel fuels me with passion and interest

i see that everyone enjoyed yesterday's conference. that was two-domestic-idiots-in-love and third-wheeling- Steve Carlos. and I still don't know how to survive that "what?🥺🥰" from Charles. his voice and expression became so soft😭 or nervous Max (great thanks to Body language anon I already adore you). or all of that glances and giggles. I WASN'T PREPARED FOR THAT. I've lowered my expectations from Mexico so much that now I'm in a fucking complete "wtf is going on" situation. I anticipated a lot of Checo content but then Ferrari boys managed to put a red tractor on the first row and we got all of that

I don’t think that my ask now carries any meaning, I just wanted to share. I'm admiring you and your blog from a shadow right now but I'm always here c:

I have some serious mental issues these days, curing from depression and CPTSD is never easy. to a large extent, my reason for waking up every day and living now is Formula 1 and all its content including intrigues and investigations, theories and guesses, races, technical updates, challenges and shipping of pilots which I've found fun. so if anyone here is in the same condition as me, then know that you are not alone and one day we'll get through it

so yeah let's watch a great race and live laugh love lestappen

love ya 🖤❤️

Denis once again coming into my ask box and gracing me and everyone else with an insight into such a beautiful mind.

Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts, Denis. It makes me so happy when I see your name in my inbox, and every ask you send carries so much meaning. Please don't ever doubt that. ❤️

I'm so sorry to hear that you’re struggling these days. If you ever need to talk, please don't hesitate to come to me. I love you so much and you deserve the whole world. And thank you for sharing your incredible kindness - I'm sure there are going to be people reading this who will definitely relate and appreciate knowing they are not alone. Because they’re not, and neither are you, Denis. Ever. 💕

Fingers crossed for a Lestappen podium despite the rough start to the race! 🤞

#Asks #Lestappen asks #Personal #paint-it-red-and-black #Denis ❤️

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pinkandgoldensoul · 1 year ago

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(Some) F1 drivers as guys I’ve met in high school

: ̗̀➛ Charles Leclerc - the fattest crush of my life. literally would turn red like a traffic light anytime I saw him enter the classroom and choke on my own saliva whenever he said hi to me. Not helpful, since he’s been my historical deskmate. I honestly don’t know how I survived sitting next to such a positive, fun, confident, trustworthy and shamelessly handsome guy. Brown hair, big green eyes either sparkling with childhood mischief or pure innocence, and the most athletic guy I’ve ever seen in real life (he’s a sportsman). Definitely had any girl lying at his feet - and he was extremely aware of it - but only cared about his girlfriend and never bragged about his charm. Humble af despite his family being quite wealthy and him being such a nice person. I’ve involuntarily been his point of reference for anything school-related and he’d blindly trust me, which always made my heart melt. He’s the type of guy you need to send a “let me just screenshot this so that I discuss it with my bff-lawyer before replying” text when you see a notification from him. And he’s also the one you look from afar, contemplating his senseless perfection. “I’m so lucky to live in the same historical and geological era” “I don’t know if I’m worthy of him” kind of vibe.

: ̗̀➛ Carlos Sainz - a unique type of nerd. At the beginning he deliberately ignored me. Then he started slowly talking to me about things he really enjoyed and, seeing I was okay with it, he began showing me books he liked, getting all excited in passionate perorations, lending them to me and demanding I’d give him my piece of mind. Also bought and gifted me for Christmas the copy of a novel he was reading ‘cause he thought I’d be interested (the weirdest and most awkward gift-receiving experience of my whole life. I’m not doing it again). Really liked to push all my buttons to see my reaction (but I ultimately gave him a lifetime lesson) and had a few banters. Don’t think we were really that compatible, he was too opinionated for me, but most of the times I enjoyed having conversations with him. Friendly jokes and benevolent banters with Charles; he’s been class representative for five years, once together with Max.

: ̗̀➛ Max Verstappen - the lonely, misunderstood genius. Didn’t give a crap about school and spent his free time riding motorbikes and getting hands dirty with engine oil. Everybody knew he was original (he had a lot of other hobbies and interests) and all my teachers always felt challenged by his way of thinking. Not afraid to speak up, at all. We’d never talked in five years, but during the dinner we had with all the professors before our finals, completely drunk, he sat next to me and started asking me things about my life. He seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, but I think he struggled following the conversation since I had to repeat myself at times (he didn’t even hear a tipsy friend of his calling his name twice. “UH?! What?!”). It’s one of the deepest conversations I’ve had in my life. I think in another life we would’ve been good friends, at least. Elected class representative and we still don’t know how but ngl, it didn’t feel that wrong because we’ve always known he’s got that… plus.

: ̗̀➛ Lewis Hamilton - the dreamer. Not very focused on studying, but chased his dream of becoming a dancer like crazy. He was insanely good - like, national level - and skipped a lot of school days to attend competitions. Pretty energetic, confident, mr brightside; always blasting music through his wireless speaker whenever we got out and vibing. If he knew you had a dream, a passion or a special hobby, he’d push you and encourage you as much as possible. Incredible motivator and coach. S t y l i s h a s h e c k . Could rock anything but chose to beat us all every single day. Really good friend of Charles. Actually chatted with everybody, but wasn’t really that close with a lot of people.

: ̗̀➛ Alex Albon - the surprising kid. A mediocre student throughout the years, but actually a math and physics enthusiast and genius. He started to show signs of his abilities only in the last year and a half. The only one actually knowing what he was doing with formulas lmaooo Surely wasted in the type of high school I was in* and he acknowledged making the wrong decision, but he didn’t know back at the time he liked physics that much. One of the most chilled out and laid back people I’ve met, really pleasant to talk to. Would often find ourselves in bad situations and look at each other as to say: “It’s a mess, but nothing I hadn’t expected to happen anyway”. The defeated-but-we-already-knew-when-we-started resigned duo. * we mainly studied humanities. We also had physics and chemistry classes, but there are other types of high school more “science” oriented, which would’ve been way more suitable for his skills. #badchoices

: ̗̀➛ Valtteri Bottas - i haven’t figured him out. Like, he was pretty basic and easy to talk to, but had so many hidden interests. Currently studying aerospace engineering. Part-time cosplayer. His instagram posts have descriptions we’re still trying to decipher. Sometimes perceived as a low-key genius, others acting like a fool. I honestly don’t know what to think of him, he just confused me a lot lol.

: ̗̀➛ Bonus: Mick Schumacher - first love. From another class, but the same high school. A bit reserved at first, but the ultimate sweetheart. Thoughtful, polite, calm, soft-spoken, kind, just- you get it. Awkward hugs, talking on a bench for three hours as a first “date” and arguing about who’s going to pay for breakfast (‘cause I couldn’t accept him being the one to pay, like, we were just friends). That was the first time I felt the need to shower someone with love without caring about being reciprocated, at all. I’ve been in the friendzone - voluntarily - for 3 years only to get to know from a shared friend that he had got together with a girl four months prior but didn’t want/ didn’t know how to tell me. To this day he doesn’t know a thing. Not in love with him anymore, but unknowingly gave me the best thing I’ve ever felt.

#f1 fandom #f1 drivers #pink post #i don't know what this is #how do i tag it without feeling wrong?#such a pity nobody will read this...

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wejustvibing · 2 years ago

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"do some research or something" - as if outdated white F1 journalists have any interest in learning anything about black culture or popular trends despite Lewis being in the sport for over a decade. They're just deliberately uninterested, ignorant and racist. Anything related to black culture shocks them. Lewis is really the only thing still keeping me tied to this white, medieval sport 😭 He retires and I will never have to hear the words f1 again in my life god bless. European hillbilly ass sport, NASCAR for middle and upper-middle class whites 😭

he could have just not asked about it then. but yeah, that lady with the racism question was even worse. these people need D&I training in like monthly subscription form for them to open their mouths without embarrassing themselves atp.

but anyway, same though

#anonymous

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danielfuckingricciardo · 3 years ago

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That Sense of Passion and Anger (Part 2)

Pairing - Max Verstappen x Reader

Word Count - 5.3k

Content Warning - Swearing, oral sex, unprotected sex, blood mention, daddy kink, Ginger Spice’s husband mention

Synopsis - After a passionate night with Max, the reader finds herself wondering what the fuck happened, and what the fuck would happen next.

Author’s Note - Sorry for not posting in a while, I’ve been in a bit of a slump lately, life and stuff, the usual. I have been having a lot of thoughts relating to this specific fic universe lately, maybe it’s just me and my desire to hate fuck Max big time lmaooo. In my head this fic has four parts in it’s entirety, and Daniel does feature quite heavily in the third part, I did say he would be in this one but I was wrong whoopsie! Anyway, hope you enjoy, feel free to drop me a DM or an ask or whatever if you have any suggestions for future chapters! I was thinking four parts but I could probably keep going if thats a thing people want me to do! Enjoy!

You stop to remove your heels as you enter the hotel, forever thankful for the hotel staff for allowing you to use the service entrance. Members of the press had been crowding the lobby ever since your explosive outburst against your teammate. Horner had you sworn to silence, partly to save face and also as he seemed slightly nervous of what you might say next, possibly making the situation even worse than it already was. The media loved your temper, and loved it even more when they were able to get something out of you that they could write about, framing you once again as some psychopathic woman hell-bent on destroying the sanctity of F1. You rub your sore ankles, letting out an exasperated sigh as you realise the skin there had broken, leaving a sore, bleeding wound. Fucking wonderful.

“Are you okay, Ms. (L/N)” A young woman in hotel uniform asks you, and you stand up to look at her, giving her a reassuring nod. “Yeah, thanks, the decision to wear nice shoes today came back to bite me in the ass big time.” You laugh, slinging your heels back over your left shoulder. “I hope you don’t mind, but there’s someone in your room to see you, I wouldn’t normally let someone in without the room owner’s permission, but I figured with who it is, it wouldn’t be a problem.” She says, a slightly nervous smile on her face. “Oh, don’t worry about it, it’s fine, thanks for letting me know. I’m heading back up there anyway, need to rest my poor aching feet. Fucking louboutins.” You say, rolling your eyes dramatically and laughing slightly. You assumed it was Daniel, waiting to hear about the new asshole that Horner had verbally torn for you in today’s meeting. “I hate heels, they’re the worst. But they look good though, and you look amazing today.” The woman says, and you can’t help but smile at her. In preparation for your verbal beatdown by your boss, you’d made sure to dress nicely, solely for the purpose of making it look like you were okay - the picture of a strong woman who refuses to take any bullshit. Little did he know of what had happened that night, scenes which you were trying to push out of your mind and forget. “Thanks. I do try my best to dress up nicely, I spend most of my time in fireproofs and team shirts, they’re not the sexiest of garments.” You say, and the woman chuckles. “I’ll let you get on your way to meet your guest, good to meet you.” She says, and begins to hurry back down the service corridor, before stopping and turning back to meet you again. “Thought you could maybe do with these?” She says, grabbing two plasters from her pocket and passing them to you. “I carry a few of these things around for heel-related emergencies.” “Thank you so much!” You say, taking the plasters and stashing them in the jacket pocket of your suit. The woman scurries away, the sound of her own heels clicking away on the tiled floor. Why as a society we encourage women to wear shoes which make them bleed you could never understand, and then you remember the woman’s previous words. They do look good.

You get out of the lift on your floor, one that luckily had been reserved solely for drivers, so you wouldn’t have to worry about being accosted by some sleazy journalist. You swipe your key in the door and open it, “I assume you’re here to gossip about all the shit that went down with Horner today, right?” You shout around the corner, throwing your heels down by the wall and walking across the room to the bed. You stop at the foot of the bed as you look up, realising that the person sat against your pillows wasn’t Daniel at all - it was Max. “Oh” You utter, your mouth dropping open as if to say something, but your head is suddenly empty of things to say. “I am curious about what happened today, but that’s now why I’m here.” He says, a small smirk appearing on his lips. “Fuck, I thought you were Daniel. What are you doing here?” You ask, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You assumed that him leaving early in the morning before you awoke meant he didn’t want to talk to you again. That you’d be keeping your distance and only engaging when necessary for work.

“I needed to talk to you.” He says, adjusting his position on the bed to one less casual, less open. “Well, whatever you needed to say you could have said to me this morning. Oh, wait, you couldn’t could you because you fucked off before I even woke up. How long did you even stay? Did you just wait for me to fall asleep and then fuck off, is that the way you treat women?” You say, your tone sharp and voice louder than it probably should have been. “I stayed as long as I could, and I apologised for leaving. And, for the record, you can’t fucking say anything. I left you my number, asked to meet for lunch and you ghosted me. Not even a ‘no, I’m busy’ or a ‘I don’t want to see you’, that would have been enough.” Max shouts back, leaning forwards from his reclined position, gesturing angrily. “What fucking drugs are you on? You didn’t apologise, and you didn’t leave me your number. Unless you somehow hacked into my phone while I was sleeping which is fucking creepy.” You say, shuddering dramatically at your las statement. “Didn’t you read my note?” He asks, a look of confusion on his face. “What fucking note?” You say, mirroring his confusion. “The one I left for you on the bed before I left? Did you really think I’d fuck you and then sneak off like that?” “I don’t know what the fuck to think, Max, we hate each other, remember?” You say, sitting down on the bed, turning your back to him. You cradle your tender ankles, wiping away a trickle of blood that had begin to dribble down your foot. He crawls forward on the bed, sitting next to you, just enough distance between the two of you so that your shoulders don’t touch. His eyes connect with the metal trash can, empty, except for one screwed up piece of paper. He reaches forward and grabs it, unfolding the crumpled material and holding it out to you. “You threw it away without even reading it?” He asks, turning to you. “I didn’t know it was here Max, I swear, the housekeepers must have found it and thrown it away or something. Fuck.” You say, resting your head in your hands. “You don’t have to lie to me.” He says “Why the fuck would I lie? What good would that do me?” You say back, your anger still present in your voice no matter how hard you tried to disguise it. The whole day you’d found yourself wondering why he left, what you did wrong. Despite your hatred for the man, the sex was amazing, and you had been hoping to fit in a second round before leaving in the morning for your date with Horner and the gang. “I thought you might be lying to protect my feelings.” He says, and you scoff. “Why on earth would I want to do that? The only one who needs protecting here is me, from your dangerous fucking driving.” You laugh. “And from those shoes of yours.” He mumbles, and you can’t help but smile in response. “They’re a fucking nightmare.” You say, grabbing the plasters the woman from the hotel had given you from your jacket pocket. You fumble with the wrapper, unable to find the opening to the paper packaging. “Fuck” you sigh, throwing your head back and taking a deep breath. ‘Just count to ten, keep calm’ you mentally repeat to yourself. You are snapped out of your trance by the feeling of Max’s hand in yours, as he removes the plaster from your hand and opens it. He gestures for you to place your leg in his lap and he does so, removing the paper and gently sticking it over your injury. In that moment you make eye contact with him, just for a second, and immediately relax into his touch as he smooths the sticky material down onto your foot, careful not to catch the wound and cause you any pain. “Thanks.” You say, offering him a small smile. “Anytime.” He responds, mirroring your expression.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, not sure what to say, until you realise that your leg is still positioned on top of Max’s lap, his hand resting on your ankle. You jump up and smooth down your pencil skirt, trying to avoid showing the awkwardness you felt inside. It wasn’t working. “Since you stood me up for lunch, I think it’s only fair you take me to dinner.” He says, and you scoff. “I don’t think you can say I stood you up when I had no idea you’d even asked me. However, I do feel slightly guilty at the thought of you, sat alone at a dinner table waiting for me, only to never show. It’s equal parts tragic and fucking hilarious.” You say, cracking a smile, “So yeah, it’s only fair. But we’re splitting the bill.” You say, walking over to the bathroom door and going inside. “For sure, unless you order something expensive like steak covered in gold, in which case we’re paying for what we eat.” He says, and you stick your head out of the door to roll your eyes at him. “Cheapskate.” You grin, “Daddy’s money’s not running out, is it?” You say, sticking out your bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. “Daddy wouldn’t be very happy about me spending his money on you.” He responds, and you laugh. “Oh, because the big scary lady threatened to beat up his special little guy?” You mock, and he laughs at you. “Something like that.” He says, standing from the bed. “I need to shower the Horner off me after today, meet me at the service entrance at eight?” You say, before disappearing once again behind the door and locking it. “It’s a date.” He says, as you hear him walk past the bathroom and opening the door to your room. “Oh, Daddy really wouldn’t like you saying that.” You laugh, and you hear Max tut behind the door. He leaves, shutting the door to your room quietly behind him.

7:30 rolls around quickly, and you find yourself looking through the sparsely populated wardrobe to find something to wear. Frequently hopping from one country to the next means you don’t exactly have your best items with you, and it being the end of the weekend means almost everything you could wear had already been worn. It was either the two-day-old Red Bull polo and jeans, or the dress you had brought with you just in case you had ended up attending some fancy event. Figuring it would be impolite to show up in team gear to a dinner, even when it was just some meeting with Max to clear the air between the two of you, you grab the dress from its hanger. You caress the black silk between your fingers, the soft material like a warm and gentle kiss to your skin. Daniel had been the one to convince you to buy it in the first place, as part of his plan to ‘sex you up’ for the cameras as your usual wardrobe was hardly the picture of glamour - mainly Red Bull shirts, band shirts and the occasional sundress when the weather required it. It felt a little too sexy for just a dinner with a friend, or rival, but it was all you had. So you discarded your dressing gown and slipped on the garment, the cold fabric warming up at the touch of your skin. You eye your collection of shoes by the door, consisting of a pair of tatty old Vans and your Louboutins you had discarded earlier. Sitting on the bed to consider your options, you rub your sore heel, the plaster that Max had so carefully applied still adhered to your skin. Fuck it, your ankle is already sore, how much worse can it get, right? You grab the heels and put them on, standing in front of the mirror to take a good look at yourself. It was rare you ever saw yourself dressed like this. Dates were few and far between with you constantly travelling around the world, and you always felt out of place when out with the other drivers, scared that something would kick off between you and Max and ruin the night for everyone else. And yet, here you were, wearing your best little black dress to go and meet your sworn enemy. The same enemy you had fucked the night before.

You walked down the service corridor, your heels clicking against the tiles and announcing your presence to the man stood at the end of it. “You’re late.” Max says, and you sigh dramatically at him. “I believe the kids call it being fashionably late,” you say, “not that you’d know what fashionably means.” You add, looking him up and down. Clearly also strapped for outfit options, he had chosen to wear a white shirt with black suit pants. His top button was undone and his sleeves were rolled to the elbows, revealing his forearms that were crossed around his chest. “What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks, and you laugh. “Well, you’re no Daniel when it comes to fashion,” you pause for a second, “Or Lewis” you chuckle, and he playfully punches you in the arm. “I like to keep it simple.” He responds, and you laugh at his remark. “Whatever you say, Verstappen, now lets go, I’m looking forward to my steak covered in gold.” You say as you push the door open, the cold air nipping at your bare legs immediately. You cross your arms over your body to keep the heat in as you step outside, and Max follows you. “Maybe you should have finished getting dressed, it’s cold out.” He says, and you take the opportunity to slap him back. “Don’t you dare try and slut shame me, Max Verstappen.” You laugh, and he laughs back as you both walk over to the black car parked on the street before you.

The restaurant owners, clearly used to having high-profile cliantele, had seated the two of you in a secluded spot, away from the prying eyes of the public. God knows, all you had to do was meet up with another of the drivers one-on-one to hang out and the press were circulating rumours about you hooking up with them. It had taken a whole six months and several fake dates with random men for you and Daniel to finally shut the media up about the two of you dating. According to them, men and women were incapable of being friends without shagging each other. You hoped that if you had been spotted tonight with Max, they’d assume it was all a publicity stunt arranged by Horner to try and convince people you weren’t about to hospitalise your teammate and that you were actually good friends. It was far more believable than the truth, that you were actually there to work out what had happened the previous night.

“I like your dress, it suits you.” Max says, breaking the silence that had hung between the two of you since getting in the car. You hadn’t been exactly sure what to say, so found it easier to keep quiet while considering just how you wanted to bring up what had happened between the two of you. “What? This old thing? I wear it every time I go for dinner with a guy I threatened to knock out and then shagged.” You say, biting your lip to shut yourself up and avoid saying anything else ridiculous. “Happen often?” He asks, pouring himself a glass of water before filling yours. “Once or twice, yeah.” You chuckle, grabbing the glass and taking a sip. You both sit in silence for a moment, before the waiter shows up, handing each of you a menu. You open it up and immediately notice the lack of prices that should be accompanying each fancy sounding French dish. “There are no prices on here.” You say, your eyes lingering on a certain item as you try to decipher the description written in French. “It’s a ladies menu, or whatever non-sexist name they call it nowadays. It’s so the person who isn’t paying doesn’t try to order the least expensive thing on the menu to be courteous and actually orders what they want.” Max says, not looking up from his own menu. “I thought we were splitting the bill?” You ask, glancing up at him. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s paying.” He says, winking at you. “Ugh, the press would have a field day if they heard you say that.” You chuckle, looking down at the menu to avoid his gaze. “How so?” He asks, and you look up at him, an eyebrow raised. “Could be very easily taken out of context and sound somewhat…” you pause, looking for the right word, “kinky,” you settle for, immediately regretting vocalising your perverted thought process as Max looks back at you with a bewildered look on his face. “I suppose it does.” He says, pausing for a second, “Now, be a good girl for Daddy and pick what you want, hm?” He responds, and you shake your head at him, suppressing a laugh. “Fuck you.” Is all you manage to say as you look down at the menu once again, hyper-aware of the blush now forming on your cheeks.

Your food arrives, and the sommelier pours you a suitable wine to match your dish. You swirl the beverage around in the glass before taking a sip - it tastes exactly like every other wine you’d ever tasted, so you nod your head and he walks away, leaving you and Max alone once again. “I feel like we need to address the elephant in the room before I even think about enjoying what I assume is a very expensive and fancy meal.” You say, taking a larger sip from your glass. “What elephant would that be?” Max questions, and you roll your eyes. “Don’t play dumb with me Verstappen, you know exactly what I mean.” You hiss, leaning in slightly, your voice no louder than a whisper, careful to make sure no one can hear you. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says, smirking. He knew exactly what you meant, the smug bastard. “So you don’t recall how I fucked you last night then, how fucking hot for me you were when I called you names, when I hurt you, when I left that mark on your neck?” You whisper across the table, pointing to the bruise peeking out above his collar. Max shifts in his seat, his hands immediately darting to his neck to cover the mark with the material of his shirt. “Oh, that” He says rather flippantly, tearing off a chunk of bread from his side plate and throwing it in his mouth. “It can’t happen again.” You say, leaning back in your seat and taking another sip of wine. He looks up at you, his eyes wide. “Why not?” He questions, reaching forward for his own glass and taking a sip. “Because it’s wrong.” You say, your grip on your glass tightening. “But did it feel wrong?” He asks, and you cross your legs tightly beneath the table. You knew that fucking him again would be a bad idea. It would only confuse the two of you and make things even more awkward in the paddock, and yet, part of you ached to feel him again. To feel his hands wrapped tightly around your neck, his hot body pressed against yours, his cock deep inside you. “It felt…good.” You say, biting your lip slightly to avoid smirking as the events of the previous night fill your mind. “So why stop?” He says, and you chew harder on your bottom lip, trying to think of a response. “There is such as thing as too much of a good thing.” You say, completely contradicting your own words as your leg reaches out beneath the table, brushing against Max’s. “Not in my experience” He utters, sipping his wine. “So what? We keep doing this, and then eventually we get caught, how do we explain it to the press, to our families, to Horner?” “Easy, we don’t get caught. Come on, (Y/N), you’re a smart girl, with the way we are around everyone else, no one will suspect a thing.” He says, a smirk appearing on his lips. “So what, are we gonna be enemies with benefits?” You say, your leg travelling higher so your shoe rests on Max’s knee. “I like the sound of that.” He responds, grabbing his fork to start eating the meal before him. You remove your leg from his and he seems almost upset at the loss of contact. “So, we should enjoy our meals, and then maybe you could join me in my room for some of those benefits afterwards?” You question, raising your eyebrow at him. “Sounds good.” He responds, and you nod, taking your fork and tucking in to the plate of food before you.

Upon arriving back at the hotel, you immediately remove your heels, opting to once again walk barefooted through the service corridor. You sling your heels over your shoulder, but are relieved of your carrying duties as Max takes them from you. “If you keep doing things like that, we might have to forget the enemies part of this whole arrangement.” You say, turning back to the man walking behind you. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back to pissing you off tomorrow morning.” He says, and you chuckle. “I hope so.” “Actually, I’m going to try even harder to make you mad. You’re sexy when you’re angry.” He smirks. “Oh, fuck off.” You respond, pushing him into the wall. “I’m not gonna let you get away with that.” He says, turning to face you. You look around, making sure the corridor is empty, before pushing your body against his, his back pressed firmly into the wall. “Why? What’re you going to do to me?” You ask, your lips parted and just millimetres away from Max’s. “The sooner we get upstairs, the sooner you’ll find out.” He speaks against your lips. It takes all your self control to pull away, the desire to connect your lips with his almost winning and your fear of getting caught almost forgotten. Had you consumed another glass or two of wine that night, you would have even entertained the thought of fucking him right there and then, but you stopped yourself, pulling away and continuing down the corridor.

As soon as your door was unlocked and opened, Max had you pushed against the wall, your lips connected with his as you had wanted just a few moments earlier. It was full of passion and lust, teeth and tongues, as his hands explored your body, making their way down to the hem of your dress that grazed the top of your knees. “Fuck (Y/N) when I saw you in that dress tonight, all I could think about was how much I wanted to tear it off of you” He says, pulling away from you but pressing his forehead to your own. “Stop talking about it and fucking do it.” You hiss, tangling your hands in his hair. He reaches around your body for the zip and effortlessly pulls it down, causing the luxurious material to fall off of your form and land on the floor by your feet. His eyes travel up and down your body, admiring every curve and shape adorned by your black underwear. “Did you pick these out for me?” He asks, his hand caressing your breast through your bra, working it’s way down to your panties, his fingers ghosting your core through the lace. “Would it make you mad if I said they were the only clean ones I had left?” You question, raising an eyebrow at him. “Fuck you” He mutters, before connecting his lips with your neck, sucking hard against your soft skin in a place you were sure you wouldn’t be able to cover tomorrow - but you didn’t care. ‘If you’re lucky, you might.” You say, echoing his words from the previous night that had driven yout crazy. He looks up at you, an animalistic look of desire in his eyes, as he grabs you by the ass and drags you over to the bed, throwing you down onto the soft duvet. “What did I say earlier about being a good girl, huh?” He questions as he unfastens his belt, discarding the garment onto the floor. “Don’t worry, Daddy, I’ll be good.” You say, sitting forward to relieve his hands of their duties, making short work of the fastenings of his suit pants, discarding them and his underwear into a pile on the floor. You grab his rock hard cock with your fingers, gently caressing it from base to tip. “You drive me fucking crazy, you know that?” He says, his hips bucking into your touch as he seeks for you to touch more of him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” You say, before leaning forward, taking the tip of his cock into your mouth. He groans at the contact, your tongue licking the tip and your lips pressed tightly around the shaft. You push forwards, and he throws his head back in pleasure as his cock fills your mouth, a string of profanities leaving his lips from the sensation of you. His large erection fills your mouth, grazing the back of your throat, you sit like that for a moment, your tongue touching every part of him it can reach, before you begin to suck him off. Tears fill you eyes as you try and suppress gags, clenching your thighs together on the bed to relieve the growing desire for contact at your core. Max tangles his hands in your hair to push himself deeper into you, fucking your mouth hard for a few stokes before pulling you off of him. You lick the tip of his cock to remove the string of saliva that still connected the two of you and look up at him through your eyelashes, a hungry look in his eyes.

“It’s your turn, babygirl.” He says, pushing you back on the bed, grabbing your thighs tightly and pulling them apart. He kneels before you, pressing his face between your legs, his nose grazing your clit as he begins to eat you out, using his tongue to fuck you, tasting you with every movement. A combination of profanity and his name leak from your mouth as he pleasures you, sending a sensation through your body like you’d never felt before. “Fuck, Max, I need you inside me. I want to feel you.” You groan, your words breathy and strained as his tongue plays with your clit. “I want you to cum for me, babygirl.” He speaks into you, the vibrations of his voice against your wet pussy almost too much to bear. “Yes Daddy” You moan, your hands gripping the bedsheets, knuckles white. He sucks your clit, and the pressure of his tongue against you sends you over the edge, your hips bucking towards him pushing his face deeper into you. You let out a pornographic moan, and Max can’t help but laugh, the sensation of which makes your orgasm even more pleasurable as he does so. “You’re being so good for me, babygirl.” He says, as he sits back, allowing you to catch your breath as your moment of ecstasy ends.

Max stands and looks down at you on the bed, admiring the blissed out post-orgasm expression on your face. You can’t help but look up at him, his cheeks flushed and face glistening with a combination of sweat and your juices. A smug smile lingered on his lips, obviously proud of his work to make you cum so easily. While your experience in the bedroom wasn’t as extensive as people had speculated, your past experiences had left you looking for more in a sexual partner. Despite your hatred for him on the track, Max had proved to be exactly what you needed. Most men you’d been with before hadn’t even managed to make you cum once, leaving you to fake it to save the poor idiot’s ego, or just tell him to fuck off when you were feeling particularly frustrated. Before you, stood a man who had just given you one of the best orgasms of your life, and was preparing to give you another. The thing that pissed you off the most, was that of all people to make you feel this way, it had to be Max fucking Verstappen. In this moment, however, it didn’t matter. You wanted him. More of him. All of him.

“You’re good at that.” You say between breaths, and Max chuckles. “You want me to show you what else I’m good at?” He questions, a cocky smile on his face. “Oh, I already know.” You say, laughing slightly. You sit forward to grab Max’s shoulders, causing him to collapse on top of you. You wrap your arms around his muscular back, pulling him into you, his cock pressing against your entrance. “Where did my good girl go?” He questions and you pull his face closer to yours, your mouth pressed against his ear. “I got bored of her, now I want you to fuck me.” You whisper, your tongue caressing his ear lobe gently. Max places his hands either side of you on the bed, gaining his balance and lining himself up with your throbbing cunt. You could already feel the anticipation building within you, with every second that passes your ache for him to be inside you increasing exponentially. He carefully pushes himself into you, the sensation of him filling you up elicits a filthy moan to fall from your lips. Max begins to fuck into you, your nails digging deeper into his back with every thrust of his hips. He keeps his eyes fixed on yours with every motion, an expression of pleasure shared between the two of you as he leans forward to kiss your lips sloppily. Any voyeur looking in on this interaction could be fooled into thinking that the two of you were making love as any other couple would, but the truth of it all was you weren’t a couple. Enemies-with-benefits making hate with each other, expressing their extreme emotions in the most human way possible.

It wasn’t long until you found yourself close to your second orgasm of the night, as Max’s movements became sloppier as he thrust into you. “Fuck, (Y/N), I’m close” He says through heavy breaths. “Me too” You respond, your fingers clawing at the man’s back to hold him close. He is the first to fall over the edge, his hot seed filling you up inside. He continues to thrust into you through his orgasm, his movements erratic as his eyes roll back in pleasure. The sensation of his undoing begins your own, as your walls clench around him and your grip on his shoulders weakens in pleasure. The room is filled with the sound of heavy moans, the sound of both your names falling from the other’s lips, and the sound of sex. Max collapses onto you as he finishes, laying there, your arms still wrapped around him. He pulls himself off of you and lies next to you, freeing the sheets from below the two of you and covering your bare bodies. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you close to him. “Stay with me tonight?” You ask, gazing into his bright eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.” He responds, gently stroking your hip with his thumb.

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Wildest Dreams Chapter 8 - Out of the Woods

Chapter summary: After recovering from the crash and surgery at home, Bee is finally starting to feel better. All that was left to determine was whether or not her racing career was worth trying to salvage.

Content warning: Minor mentions of racing-related injuries.

Chapter word count: 3,944

Author’s notes: Natalie, the character introduced during this chapter, is an OC I borrowed from @fuckyeahhangman from her Toto x F! OC fanfic Don’t Get Me Wrong (that she will continue someday, please stop sending her anons about it!). The story about Toto and the Nurburgring is very real. Toto has also talked extensively about mental health and how therapy has helped him. I’ve also been through a lot of therapy and while I know it’s not for everyone, I’m personally a big fan. Gwen Lagrue is also a real person and manages the Mercedes academy program, which kind of would have been very much in a fledgling stage at this point in actual time.

Previous Chapter

Mercedes-Benz Group Headquarters, Stuttgart-Untertürkheim, Baden-Württemberg, Germany

September, 2016

As summer started turning to fall, Bee was starting to feel like herself again. Recovering from her injuries and not being able to race had made it a long, awful summer for her. The headaches and sleepiness stopped, her memory was improving, and she felt like she could concentrate on things again.

She’d had follow-ups with an orthopedist and neurologist in Stuttgart that Dr. Tischler had set up for her, and both were satisfied with the progress of her convalescence. She had her cast taken off and replaced with a light splint instead at first, and she didn't have to wear it all the time - just when sleeping and doing anything physical. The incision on her hip had healed well and she kind of liked the look of the scar.

She’d finally gotten the go-ahead from her doctor to resume some physical activity, which was good, because she was starting to feel antsy. Nothing too strenuous, though. She had also been working with a physiotherapist to help with regaining strength and range of motion in her wrist. It was difficult and painful, but she was already starting to see things improving.

Toto had called Bee about a week after Susie’s visit and told her that he would be in Stuttgart in early September, and they could discuss her joining the Mercedes young driver program then. He sounded happy to hear that she was still interested, but Bee was more surprised that he was still willing to take her on.

Bee brought her father to the meeting. She technically didn’t need to, now, as she was an adult and could legally sign her own contracts, but she still appreciated his support and advice. They went to the same building and same floor that they’d gone to four years ago. Not much had changed, other than the receptionist and some of the plants. Bee sat in the waiting area, just like last time, and contemplated how much she had changed instead. She was no longer a plucky teenager in braided pigtails and a dress her mom picked out for her that desired nothing more than to beat the boys on track anymore, but an experienced driver carrying the weight of good seasons, a terrible season that was cut short, podium finishes, and devastating injury.

A month ago, her life felt like a mess.

The good thing about messes, though, is that you can clean them up.

“Ms. Stallard? Mr. Stallard? Mr. Wolff is ready for you”, the receptionist said, and took her and her father back to the conference room that Toto had claimed as a temporary workspace for the day. Bee was a little amused that Toto apparently still didn’t have his own office down here, but he wasn’t in Stuttgart very often for anything more than board meetings anyway. Most people that had meetings with Toto had them at the Mercedes F1 factory in the UK - the fact that Bee met with him here, in Stuttgart, was just more about timing and convenience.

He looked up as the door opened and Bee and John came inside. He smiled brightly, and he stood up and held his arms out to give Bee a hug as she crossed the room.

“Bienchen, it’s so good to see you again.” He bent down to embrace her.

“It’s good to see you too, Toto," she said. She meant it. It felt like it had been forever.

Toto and John went for a handshake that turned into a hug, and all three of them took their seats.

“I was so sorry to hear about your accident. It was very frightening, Susie and I were very worried about you. I’m sorry I didn’t get a chance to come visit you, but I’m glad Susie did. How has your recovery been going?”

“Oh, I’m feeling much better now,” Bee said. “The concussion symptoms have all cleared up now, and I’ve been in physiotherapy for my wrist. Plus, I got kind of a cool scar out of it.” She turned over her wrist to show him the healed incision. It was still raised, and still a very vivid pink. She no longer had to wear a brace, but her left wrist was still a bit weaker than the right.

“See, when I broke my arm on that bike tour three years ago with some of the engineering guys and they put a plate in, mine didn’t really leave that big of a scar,” Toto said, turning over his wrist to show Bee where the incision was. She wouldn't have been able to see it if he hadn't been pointing at it. “I’m honestly a little disappointed, it would have maybe made me look more rugged.”

Bee laughed.

“Honestly though, I think the concussion was worse. I couldn’t lie down for almost a month! Every time I did, I’d feel dizzy, and if I tried to sit back up or put any strain on myself in any way, I’d get this awful pain right behind my eyes. It felt like all I did for an entire month was sleep. I know that’s what was best for me, but after a while, I was just getting bored.”

“That’s what happened to me, too!” Toto said. “I don't know if you've heard this story, but in... 2009, if I remember, I shunted my car at the Nurburgring, on the Nordschleife. I was going for a lap record for GT cars and got a puncture at this one particularly dangerous spot on the track, near the Fuchsröhre. I hit the guardrail at 289 km/h. It took ages for my car to stop after the initial hit, and then I got out of the car and climbed over the safety barrier, which I don’t even remember even doing. The track marshals found my car but I wasn’t in it, I was lying in the grass on the other side of the fencing. I couldn't smell or taste anything for six months after that because of nerve damage.”

“That sounds horrible!” John said. “You’re lucky that’s all you walked away with, that’s a hell of a deceleration.” Bee could practically see her father trying to calculate the g-forces in his head. Engineers.

“I don’t think I’d ever race on the Nordschleife, even if I had the chance,” Bee said. “I’ve been there before, dad took me one year when they had the touristenfahrten because I really wanted to see it - It’s hard enough to drive on with all of those blind corners, actually racing on it sounds like a nightmare.”

“You’re a smart girl, bienchen. Smarter than I was. Niki told me it was a bad idea, and he was absolutely right.” Toto said. “Anyway, enough of our war stories, otherwise your father might not let you race anymore.”

John chuckled and shook his head. “Well, I’m the one that got her started on it.”

“Susie told me a little bit about what you talked about when she visited. I understand that Red Bull let you go without much fanfare. It’s a shame, you have real talent, and a few bad races doesn’t change that. But, that’s Helmut’s modus operandi.”

“If I’m honest, now that I’ve had some time away from the situation, I don’t think I was really happy with them”, Bee said, furrowing her brow. “I had a… dispute with one of the other junior drivers. I tried to do what I thought was the right thing and tell Dr. Marko about it, but he shut me down. He didn’t necessarily take the other guy’s side, but he also said that girls are too much trouble… something like that.”

Toto looked at her thoughtfully. “Susie did say you had some sort of issue, but she didn’t talk about the specifics - and don’t worry, I won’t ask. However, I do know for certain that that is no way to treat an athlete you’re trying to develop if you want to see them reach their fullest potential.”

Bee sighed. “I guess that’s another thing on the list of things that makes me wish I’d made a different decision four years ago.

Toto shook his head. “You had your reasons. We can’t change the past, all we can do is look forward to the future.”

From there, they got into discussing the finer points of the proposed contract. The negotiations didn’t take overly long, as Bee wasn’t really in much of a position to demand much, but she thought it was pretty fair anyway.

One thing she hadn’t thought about was management. As her career was starting to get more serious, she would need someone to help steer it - negotiations for team placement, contract and salary terms, hiring staff like trainers - all of these things that Bee hadn’t ever really considered before because nobody in her family had ever been in any sort of elite-level athletics.

Separate from her contract with the Mercedes junior program, Toto offered terms to become her manager. Up until this point, she’d mostly just relied on Red Bull to negotiate things with her teams. It hadn’t even occurred to her that she'd be able to hire people of her choosing. Of course, Bee accepted Toto’s offer to manage her, why wouldn’t she? He and his wife had both been incredibly supportive of her career, even when there was little to no incentive in it for either of them.

“Now, I cannot contractually obligate you to do this, technically, but there is something I would like you to do before the upcoming season, not just for the sake of your performance, but because I think it will also personally benefit you.” Toto said when they were putting the final touches on Bee’s contract.

“What is it?”

“I would like you to start seeing a psychologist. One that works with athletes, specifically. This is something I tell all of the drivers I manage. I have been seeing a therapist since… well, probably for about 12 years now, and it has helped me quite a bit. I know you’ve said in the past that you feel a lot of pressure. It’s normal, I think every athlete does, not just racing drivers. But being able to effectively manage stress and anxiety is going to be very important as you progress and try to move up the ladder into Formula 1, if that’s your goal eventually.”

Bee considered his suggestion. It wasn’t a bad idea. She’d just never considered it, and only was vaguely aware of the idea of a sports psychologist in general.. It would be nice to have someone to talk about things with, and to learn how to manage her stress better, and how to get over her fear of being perceived as vulnerable. By the time she got to Pau, even before the incident with Evgeni happened, she was starting to feel the stress and pressure acutely.

“That’s… a really good idea. I’ll definitely start doing that.”

“I am happy to hear you say that. Some people kind of… get upset with the suggestion, but I don’t think it’s a sign of weakness to admit you would benefit from it. Truly, I think it’s a sign of strength.”

The next step was to find a seat for her for the upcoming season, provided she was able to recover sufficiently enough to be able to drive a race car again.

They finished the contract negotiations, and all parties left reasonably happy. Toto was officially Bee’s manager, and she was now officially a Mercedes junior driver. John seemed to approve, as well. They shook hands for the purpose of being businesslike, but they hugged after that.

“I’m so happy to have you with us, bienchen. I think we’ll be able to do great things together.”

Things proceeded apace after her meeting with Toto. Her move to the Mercedes team wouldn’t be announced for a while, so nobody knew except for her parents. Bee didn’t even tell her grandparents. It was annoying to have to keep under wraps, because her separation from Red Bull was made public by Red Bull near-immediately, and she’d been getting questions about what she was going to do next season. She couldn’t answer because she didn’t officially know, but getting in with Mercedes was an excellent first step.

Brackley, Northampton, England, United Kingdom Mid-September, 2016

Bee’s first order of business was to travel to Brackley, where the Mercedes F1 team factory was. She would be getting a tour of the Mercedes factory at last - she hadn’t ever seen it, even though she’d been to the Wolff’s house before, because she was previously associated with a rival team. She also had a lot of meetings scheduled while she was there - a meeting with the PR department, an assessment with one of the team’s physiotherapists to assess where she was with her recovery and current level of fitness, and develop a training plan to prepare her for the upcoming season.

First and foremost, though, she had a meeting with Gwen Lagrue, the man that had been appointed to run the driver development program at the beginning of the year. Before that, Toto and Niki Lauda had been mostly managing the recruitment of the few junior drivers Mercedes had by themselves, but it meant that the academy program still hadn’t been well-developed. Gwen had built up the Renault program to be incredibly successful, and was hired to do the same with Mercedes.

"We don’t really know where you’re going to end up for sure yet for this season, as you and Toto had discussed.” Gwen said during their meeting. “Your injury, plus the fact that you didn’t finish this current season make the situation a little more complicated -" Bee frowned, but Gwen continued. "...not that it’s your fault, of course, but that’s the reality at the moment.”

“But, I’m setting you up with a few rookie tests with a few GP2 teams at the end of the year, so you’ll still have time to build your strength back up. It’s a spec series, as you know, so the nice thing is, doing one test should give you an idea of where you are in general. We’re going to have you proceed with your training assuming that you will have a seat in the GP2 series. That way, if you end up somewhere like GP3 or even back to Formula 3, you’ll be almost over-prepared. Once you’ve been medically cleared to drive a car and are back to full strength, we’ll start having you use the simulator to start preparing you for driving an F1 car.”

Bee couldn’t believe what she was hearing. It wasn’t quite the same as actually driving an F1 car, but being able to use an actual F1 simulator was the very first step.

Gwen told her she would also be attending two of the flyaway races - one in the US, and one in Mexico - with the team, to observe in the garage. She was beyond excited - she’d been to a few F1 races with her dad, but she’d never gotten the chance to go into the paddock or garages, even when she was with Red Bull. It was something they only did with their F2 juniors, mostly, because they had far too many drivers in the lower feeder series to be able to invite them to races, and F2 races were held at the same venues and weekends as F1 races.

Plus, she was excited to be going to the US race. She had never been to Texas, and getting to go back to the US for a few days was going to be amazing. It also meant getting to meet Lewis Hamilton, who was her second favorite driver, and possibly getting to see Sebastian again, even though he was with Ferrari now. Plus, the prospect of sitting with all of the engineers and seeing how strategy worked real-time in an actual Formula 1 race would be amazing. She'd only ever seen it from her perspective driving and through debriefs, but what happens in the garage during races was almost a race on its own.

She was also given her new team kit for Mercedes. Red Bull’s team kit had a very bright color scheme, all primary colors - navy blue, red, and yellow. The Mercedes teamwear was black and white, with touches of gray and teal. She liked it, though - she thought it made her look more sophisticated. She wasn’t so sure about the white shirt, because she couldn’t see it staying clean for very long, but she liked the black shirt with the gray stripes that snaked around the shoulders. They gave her a gray pullover sweater that was her absolute favorite part of it, and she couldn't wait until it was actually cold enough to wear.

Next was the meeting with the physio, which Bee was dreading. They put her through a battery of tests to evaluate her overall physical condition - reaction timing on a BATAK machine, leg presses, neck exercises, and a cardio assessment to measure her cardiovascular fitness levels and VO2 max.

Her reaction time was still quite good, and the other results weren’t as much of a disaster as Bee expected, but she’d gone through a bit of deconditioning with the surgery and recovery, which was not surprising.

And while she was in decent shape as far as cardiovascular fitness went, she would have to work on building up more muscle. The leg presses and neck exercises had felt a little rough. The physio gave her a training and nutrition plan, and she would just have to have it cleared by her own doctor before she could start.

Bee also took Toto’s recommendation and found a sports psychologist to start seeing. Toto gave her the names of ones he knew of, and she picked a woman based in London named Natalie. It was intentional - Bee decided she’d be far more comfortable talking to a woman.

“Natalie Arenas? Oh, she’s fantastic,” Toto said. “I know her quite well. She used to work here, actually.”

“Really?”

“Yes! She ran the coffee counter in the canteen while she was doing her graduate studies at the University of Northampton. She’s very bright, very dedicated, very passionate about everything she does. I think you’ll like her. I'll tell her to expect you.”

Natalie had agreed to allow Bee to do sessions via Skype, since she was still living in Germany and would be busy traveling between Germany and the UK until she found a place on a team for the next year. They scheduled their first meeting when Bee would be back in Germany before leaving for the United States.

Bee was incredibly nervous for her first appointment, feeling something like she’d felt for her first race each season. She wasn’t sure why - there was no real risk of danger here like there was in racing. It was just talking to someone, but she wasn’t sure what to expect.

The Skype call came in, and Bee connected to the session with Natalie. She was quite young - couldn’t have been in her 30’s, even. She had a very kind-looking face, though, with thick, dark, curly hair, a small nose, a kind smile, and an accent that sounded kind-of British, but not.

“Hello, you must be Phoebe! My name is Natalie Arenas. It's nice to meet you. I was surprised when Toto contacted me and told me that one of his junior drivers was coming to me, and even more surprised when he told me you were a young woman. I think that's fantastic to finally see a woman in racing again, after Susie retired. Anyway, how are you doing today? ”

“I’m… fine! I'm a bit nervous, I guess. It’s nice to meet you. I usually just go by Bee, though.”

“Oh, that’s good to know." She wrote something in the notebook in her lap. "And don't worry - it’s completely normal to be a little nervous, especially if you're starting therapy for the first time. If it helps, I think you’re showing a lot of bravery even just by starting this process. If you could tell me a little bit about yourself and why you’re here, I think that would be the best way to start, and then, I can tell you a bit about myself, too.”

Bee gave her entire story so far - how her family was from the US but ended up in Germany because of her dad’s job, how she’d gone from karting to single-seater racing, being sponsored by Red Bull and the pressure she felt, especially being one of the few women in racing, feeling guilty about choosing Red Bull over Mercedes at first and why she did it, her accident and her recovery. She also discussed the fear she felt over the summer that her career was ending before it could even start, and the guilt had about her parents altering their whole lives to stay overseas so she could race. She skipped over a few things - major things, not wanting to dive in too deep, too soon.

It was Natalie’s turn, then. Her parents were from Argentina. Her grandfather was school friends with Juan-Manuel Fangio and got a job at Mercedes in Argentina. Her father followed in his father's footsteps and also became an automotive engineer working for Mercedes, and the whole family immigrated to the UK when her father was transferred to the Brixworth powertrains factory. It was because of this connection that Natalie ended up working at the coffee shop at the Brackley headquarters when she was working her way through school, and how working for the team shaped her ambitions of being a psychologist into wanting specifically to work with athletes. She ended up working with quite a few racing drivers because of her connections to the industry.

The fact that Natalie’s background and family life were so similar to hers was a great comfort to Bee, and by the end of her first session, she almost didn’t want to stop talking to her. They set up an appointment for the following week, and Bee was surprised to find herself looking forward to it.

Bee also scheduled a visit with her regular doctor to make sure she was ready to resume full activity. She brought the training plan given to her by the Mercedes team physio. Her doctor didn’t seem to have any issues with it, and told Bee she was okay to go back to regular training, but cautioned her to not push herself to excess, and to give herself rest days. “It’s very possible to overwork yourself and that will actually hinder your ability to put on muscle. And it's especially important to make sure you’re eating enough, especially fat and calories. I know with many athletes, there's an impulse to cut back on fat and carbs and focus on proteins, If you’re doing intense workouts, your body needs fuel, and if you don’t eat enough or keep your macronutrients balanced, it will take the energy it needs from your muscles, which will also set you back.”

She also had her final follow-up with the orthopedist, who deemed her wrist fully healed, and was pleased with the gains she’d made with strength and range of motion.

“The surgery and recovery were both fairly textbook, as far as I’m concerned. I see no reason why you can’t begin training seriously. Just make sure you pay attention to how your wrist feels, and rest it if it gets painful or stiff. And make sure to let go of the steering wheel, next time”, the doctor said.

Next Chapter

#f1 fanfic #f1 oc fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #original character #female oc #my fanfic #toto wolff #series: wildest dreams

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supernaturallymarvellous · 3 years ago

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Flying Home

Summary: Unable to fall asleep on the flight home from a grand prix, your attention is consumed by Daniel.

Characters: Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 620

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing anything F1 related so please enjoy this little fic that came to me after watching the Austrian GP yesterday. My love for the Honey Badger knows no bounds. Tagging a few people who showed an interest (although Dumblr isn’t letting me tag everyone who liked my previous post so apologies for that) and a few others who I think might be interested....hope that’s ok!

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It's quiet on the plane. All you can hear are the low snores and regular breathing of your fellow passengers, the sound almost enough to pull you down into the sleep that you so desperately need. Being Daniel's Press Officer keeps you busy from the second that the driver press conferences start right through to post-race interviews. You've been on your feet since early Thursday morning, and now that you finally have the chance to relax properly, you can feel your eyes closing, your heartbeat slowing.

But one thing keeps you from falling asleep. Something that you should ignore but can't. You want to turn away from the sight before you but you can't. Your attention is focused entirely on the man in the seat opposite you, the man who you've had feelings for ever since you first met. Unable to roll over, unwilling to turn your back on him, you glance at him every few moments, watching his chest rise and fall as he sleeps. He looks so peaceful, so calm compared to the frenetic pace he's set across the weekend.

You're just about to try and fall asleep once again when his eyes flicker open and his gaze lands squarely on you. Even with heavy eyelids and messy hair, he somehow still manages to look absolutely perfect. His voice, husky and hushed, reaches your ears across the semi-darkness of the cabin.

"Hey. Can't sleep?"

"I'm certainly tired enough. Just can't quite get there."

"Well we can solve that. Get over here."

You swear that with those few words, your heart starts beating out of your chest, that everyone in the enclosed space around you is probably able to hear it. But your body reacts as requested, almost involuntarily, slipping out of your seat as quietly as possible and dropping down alongside Daniel who has slid across to one side to give you enough space next to him.

He pulls you close to him, your back firmly pressed against his chest, before dragging the thin airplane blanket over both of you. His arm drapes across and wraps around you, enveloping you in a warm hug. After a few minutes, the sound of Dan's breathing manages to have a soothing effect on you and you find yourself finally able to drift off, a feeling of calm contentment washing over you as you close your eyes.

***************** A few hours later, you're gently awoken by the flight attendant telling you to return to your allocated seat.

You try and move but find that you can't. Dan's legs are tangled around yours, his arm still tightly holding you close to him . Your efforts to escape from his vice-like grip don't go unnoticed and he whispers into your ear.

"Don't go."

"I have to. Flight's about to land, we're almost home."

With a sigh, he twists around, letting you stand and stretch your cramped muscles. As you turn to leave, his hand catches yours and immediately pulls all of your attention back to him. His voice, still laden with sleep, is barely audible, yet his words come through loud and clear.

"Come home with me."

You're taken aback at his request, although you'd be lying if you said that you hadn't spent many nights dreaming of him saying those exact words. You're about to dismiss it as a misunderstanding on your part when you look at him and see his eyes focused solely on you, lust flashing through them in a way you've ever seen before. There's a brief moment as you stand, unwilling to move away from his touch, where your mind races through the possibilities of what he's just suggested. But desire takes over and allows you to simply utter a single word.

"Ok."

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Tagging: @redlipstickandblacktea @f1oneshots @haterpenny @holymacncheeseballs @hopenshaw @mysirensuniverse @amistu @broccolibae @all-time-fanatic @its-astrotea-love @musicistheanswer2 @thatchickwiththecamera @alphalib22 @summertimemadness @art-outlaw @lightsovermonaco @acollectionofficsandshit @sunshine-ricciardo

#Daniel Ricciardo x Reader #Dan Ricciardo x Reader #F1 fic #F1 Fics #Daniel Ricciardo #Dan Ricciardo #Honey Badger

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scarlett-hamiltonf1 · 4 years ago

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Smut w lewis hamilton please

Love is in the air and not even Lewis Hamilton himself is immune to it. Y/N Wolff is Toto's only child and a common face in the paddock. You are the mastermind behind the social media account and love to keep fans on their toes. Along with that profession, you ran a Public Relations company that contracted with F1 and most of the team used you along with many high-profile clients. With your father's knack for investing, you soon became extremely wealthy and successful.

Your life has revolved around racing for a long time. Of course, when your father took the reins at Mercedes you decided to stand by him even though you supported Redbull. Oh yeah, You and Max Verstappen are best buddies after the drivers got used to seeing you in the paddock all the time.

Everyone knew you as a really chill and friendly person, but the one driver you could not get along with was Lewis Hamilton. You publicly took Nico Rosberg's side in the conflict between the two and from there it went downhill. So here you are at the German Grand Prix watching Lewis meet Michael Schumacher's record. Something you had mixed feelings on.

"He's done it." Toto chuckled, while you huffed.

You wrapped your warm Mercedes jacked around you tighter. "Good for him," you muttered.

Your father looked up with a smirk. "You used to idolize Lewis, remember all the autographs you have framed in your trophy room back at home."

Your trophy room. The room held all your trophies from when you did Karting with the newer drivers. Your favorite was when you tied with Mick at a race, and your father's got in an argument over who really won. In the end, you and Mick decided that you would share the trophy and to this day every six months you take turns with it. Your second favorite was the first WDC Lewis ever won. He gave it to you, for your sixteenth birthday, six years ago.

"Maybe I did idolize him when I was a teen, but knowing him has proved nothing but he's just another rich arrogant F1 driver."

Toto laughed at you while giving you a side hug. "Well, let's go meet the champ and do our interviews."

You followed your father through the paddock to the podium where you met up with Mick.

"Hey, Mickie Mouse!" You exclaimed.

"Hey, Wolff!" he replied with a bright smile.

You basically grew up with Mick, and his family considered you an honorary Schumacher.

"Wanna go up with me?"

You looked over to your father who gave you an encouraging nod, so you followed Mick up to the podium. When you got to the door leading out to the podium someone stopped you and placed the first place trophy in your hands.

There was no time for you to protest as you and Mick were pushed onto the podium stage. You smiled brightly as the cameras landed on you.

Mick whispered a joke to you, to make sure you smile knowing you didn't like being in the direct spotlight for long periods of time...like now.

You stood behind Mick while he talked with Lewis before MIck stepped aside and let you walk forward with the trophy.

"Congratulations," You whispered to Lewis. "You deserve it."

Lewis smiled brightly at you. "Thank you Y/N." and he held out an arm to give you a hug.

You leaned is slowly and soon felt yourself wrapping your arms around Lewis's warm body. His scent seemed to draw you in closer as you felt like you were right where you belonged.

"Forgive me?" he asked while holding up his pinky.

You locked your pinky in his while smirking. "Let's get through this interview, and then we'll see," I replied.

The two of you split from Mick and went to an interview with Will Buxton. He already had a bit of a mischievous look on his face.

"Probably one of the strongest rivalries in the paddock, Y/N Wolff and Lewis Hamilton joining us," Will announced. "That hug up on the podium, was it coming to a truce?"

You chuckled. "I have a bit of respect for Lewis."

"Perhaps you need to learn to give more, Y/N." he quipped with a smirk causing me to look at him funny.

You smirked. "Would you excuse us for a second...I'm about to go save a few reputations," you replied before dragging Lewis to the Mercedes garage and into his driver's room.

"What' the hell!" he exclaimed.

"Teach me some respect? That's really classy Hamilton."

Lewis rolled his eyes before pushing your body into the wall and attaching his soft lips to yours. Your brain and body were telling you no, but your heart was saying otherwise.

"You've been in love with me for a long time." He whispered in my ear. "All I thought about was waiting in till you were eighteen to do this."

"I'm not in love with you!" you snapped.

Lewis dug his knee between your legs while rubbing against your throbbing clit.

"It is time you learn to respect a six-time world champion, soon to be seven." He stated. "But first...I need your permission."

You rolled your eyes. "I doubt you could do anything to make me respect you more, but I give you my permission."

With your words, Lewis through you onto the couch while stripping both your clothes off. He made sure to let you know, you were just there for the ride and had no control over the situation whatsoever.

For someone who was always controlling the drivers and trying to keep them from causing too much drama, you weren't used to being told what to do and not being the controlling one.

Lewis was quick to put a small kiss on your bundle of nerves before licking a long strip on your clit, causing you to elicit a soft moan, trying to be quiet as there were people in the vicinity.

"Lewis..." you breathed out, mouth agape as he sucked, bit, and licked your throbbing clit, already aching for a release.

You grabbed his curls harshly as you felt a bubbling sensation began to grow.

Suddenly there was a pounding on the door and Lewis pulled away harshly.

"Who is it?"

"Max, I'm looking for Y/N. She promised to go for a drive with me on the track." Max replied.

Lewis huffed. "Well, if I see her I'll tell her you were looking for her. Honestly, she's probably dealing with the press about my number of wins."

"Humble." I hear Max mutter in dutch. "Well, thanks! Congratulations again!"

Lewis turned back to me while I burst out laughing. A few moments later he began laughing as well.

"I think Max was divine intervention telling us this is wrong," Lewis stated and I agreed.

You smiled up at Lewis. "When you're off racing, I want you to remember that there's always one person rooting for you, who never stopped."

Lewis smiled as we got dressed, "To our graves?" he asked holding up his pinky.

"To our graves." I smirked.

Bonus:

You walked through the paddock to the Redbull garage. Max was waiting there with a nice Aston Martin, with a huge smirk on his face.

"So how long are you going to keep pretending you and Lewis aren't dating?"

I shrugged. "It's nice leading everyone on to think we hate each other, even my father."

Max raised a brow.

"I wouldn't be so sure, given Lewis bought a pent house in the same building as you, probably more than a coincidence." a voice send from behind you and you turned to see your father.

"Dad?" You exclaimed.

"Nor is it a coincidence that you have that ring around your neck!" he pointed out.

Well, there's the end to your little charade. You and Lewis started dating when you turned 18 but wanted to keep it a secret so you pretended not to like each other. You were even engaged, but you had been found out. Now you'll have to deal with your father, but that was for another day.

#lewis hamilton #sir lewis hamilton #smut #f1 #formula 1 #mercedes f1 #max verstappen #toto wolff

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mattmurdocksscars · 5 years ago

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Miscommunication 2/?

Here we go! Still working on setting the world up, so nothing too crazy. We do get some more Reader/Poe interaction though AND we get to see a little of the relationship between Kylo and the Reader. After this, there will be one more chapter to get things set (where you’ll get to see how bad ass Reader is) and then we’ll be to all the good fun parts!

Pairing: First Order!Poe x Fem!Reader

Rating: Teen. Suggestive thoughts and language

Word Count: 1674

Tag List (OPEN): @himbopoes @writefightandflightclub @mellow-f1 @criminal-cookies @imaginecrushes

I only tagged the people who specifically asked to be tagged, so if you would like to be tagged in the future, let me know!

The next time Captain Dameron sees you, it’s a few weeks later at a tactical meeting. He walked into the room and immediately noticed you standing beside Kylo Ren, in an all-black ensemble. You’re looking rough and he takes in the bruises that mar your face and the bags under your eyes. It’s clear you’ve come directly from whatever mission you were on because there is still dried blood around the cut at your hairline. If anything, though, this increases Poe’s intrigue. The Captain had found his thoughts drifting to you often, curious over just who you were and what your role in the First Order was. He was also a sucker for anyone who got the drop on him. Just remembering the look you had given him before leaving the interrogation room had his pants tightening in anticipation. He was determined to get to know you.

As if sensing his gaze, you turned from Kylo and caught his eyes. That slow smirk he’d seen you give Hux crawled onto your lips and you sent him a wink. He found his own lips twitching up into a smirk before he let his eyes roam over you, lingering on the visible wounds, before reconnecting his gaze with yours. You took it as the silent question it was and shrugged, before nodding your head slightly towards Kylo. He wasn’t sure if that meant it had been a mission from Kylo or if the man himself had inflicted the wounds but before he could really consider it, the meeting was starting, and his attention was pulled away.

The meeting seemed to drag on forever and by the end of it, you were ready to scream. You were sore, tired, and ready to get your wounds looked over so you could sleep for a week. As soon as the meeting was dismissed and Kylo nodded his dismissal, you slipped from the room and headed for the med bay. You hadn’t gotten far when you heard your name called in that sinful voice you’d been waiting to hear again. Turning, you found Captain Dameron striding towards you. You lazily let your gaze roam over him before settling on his face. You weren’t surprised to see him doing the same with you.

“Captain Dameron. Is there something I can help you with?”

“You can drop the formalities to start. You have kneed me in the face, you know.” You couldn’t help that laugh that slipped out of you at that and his dark eyes seemed to shine with mischief. “I was wondering if I could accompany you to the med bay.”

“I did apologize before I did it. I’m glad to see you took my advice and got that lip looked at.” You turned and continued on your journey, Poe falling into step beside with his hands clasped behind his back. “To what do I owe the pleasure of you escorting me?”

“I find myself…intrigued by you.” You could feel his eyes roving over your form, but you refused to fidget under the heat of his gaze. “I’ve never seen you before that mission and now I’m seeing you in tactical meetings, standing side by side with Kylo Ren. Every time I encounter you, you become more fascinating.”

“It’s because I work specifically for Kylo. He recruited me to be his intelligence officer and up until recently, it has been beneficial for me to remain anonymous. Unfortunately, that haywire mission proved that it would no longer be prudent. I was introduced to the council shortly after and sent on a mission a few days after. I just returned an hour before the meeting. Kylo insisted I attend as a show of my position. Luckily, my wounds weren’t severe, and bruises and blood are excellent intimidation factors.” You said the last part with a smirk and Poe felt one of his own rising to match yours again. You weren’t wrong in that observation as even he had noticed some of the council eyeing you warily during the meeting.

Poe found himself wondering if that was why he felt drawn to you. You radiated confidence and power. You were capable of reading a room and then manipulating it to your benefit. He’d only had the two encounters with you, but he could already tell that you were a fierce individual. It didn’t help that the looks you gave him made him want to fuck you senseless. The entire time he was thinking to himself, you watched him. You watched the way his eyes darkened considerably, and you found yourself pausing just outside the med bay doors to turn and face him. You stepped up to him and straightened his collar, smoothing you hands over the material. You didn’t need to look up to know his pupils had blown as he watched you, his rigid stance and increased heartrate giving him away.

“You know, Dameron. I find you to be quite intriguing as well. Your parents were rebels and yet you joined the First Order with no regrets. You have made a name for yourself as both an excellent pilot and a ruthless Captain. Yet, I’ve injured you and you’ve made no move to retaliate. In fact, you almost seemed concerned back at the meeting. Then, you proceed to follow me from said meeting and offer to escort me to the med bay. Tell me, is this the Dameron charm I’ve heard so much about?” You were purposefully baiting him, interested in seeing how he would react. He didn’t disappoint.

He easily backed you against the wall beside the med bay door and placed one hand beside your head, trapping you in place. His other caught the wrist of your hand that was still on his shoulder and brought it to his face. His eyes locked with your as he nipped at your pulse point on your wrist before soothing the mark with his tongue.

“You’ve not seen the Dameron charm just yet, sweetness. However…I think you’re the type that requires a bit more work than just charm.” He suddenly stepped away from you, dropping you hand. “Jury’s out if you’re worth all the effort just yet.” With a smirk and a wink, he turned and headed back down the hallway. You couldn’t deny the heat that had pooled in your belly at his actions and the way his voice had pitched lower. You watched him go, chewing on your bottom lip as you did so. You took every bit of him before he turned the corner. From his strong, wide shoulders, to his clasped hands, to his perfect ass, you admired the man who you had apparently caught the interest of. You knew, without a doubt in your mind, that Poe Dameron was a flickering flame and if you were not careful, you were liable to burn yourself. Thankfully, you’d always been good with high risk situations.

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It was an hour later, as you were finishing up in the med bay, that you were approached by Kylo. You had your back to the door, working on wrapping your ribs when you heard the door open.

“So, will you survive?” You couldn’t help the snort that slipped out at his question. You knew he was teasing you in his way and you smiled.

“Just some cracked ribs, bruises, and the cut on my head needed a few stitches. Should be good to go in a week or so.” You threw your shirt on and turned to face him. He was standing closer to you than you expected but what really threw you off was that he was reaching to remove his mask. You watched as he easily slipped the helmet off and set it down on the bed you had been occupying. Whatever he wanted to speak of wasn’t solely work related then. “Is something wrong?”

“What do you know of Captain Dameron?” You furrowed your brows at his question but shrugged.

“Not much. He was part of the group that ruined my mission before last and when I left the meeting, he asked to accompany me here.” Kylo just looked at you. He knew you had more information than that, so you sighed and elaborated, “Captain Poe Dameron. Leader of a TIE squad and is also occasionally sent with ground troops. Works underneath General Armitage Hux though there are rumors that they do not see eye to eye. His parents were members of the Rebellion, yet he chose to join the First Order. He has a wide range of skills including piloting, espionage, and interrogation.”

“I want you to be careful around him.” You were definitely not expecting that.

“Sir?”

“I know you. You’re interested in him and by the looks of it, you’ve also caught his interest. You know I could not care less if you get involved with someone, but make sure his intentions are his own and not…someone else’s. Understand?” Understanding dawned on you. Kylo and you may not have been best friends, the First Order didn’t exactly lend itself to those, but he was attempting to look out for you in his own way. It was no secret that General Hux hated Kylo and he would certainly not be above coming after you to prove a point. What better way than by having his own Captain get in close with you. You narrowed your eyes at the possibility.

“I’ll keep that in mind, sir.” Kylo nodded and slipped his helmet back on. He turned and headed for the door, you following close behind.

“I want you to take the week off to heal. When you come back, I’ve got a mission for you.”

“Yes, sir.” You watched as he turned and headed off down the hall before you headed the opposite direction. Normally, when you weren’t cleared for missions Kylo would still have you work in your office. This time, he was purposefully giving you time off and you knew exactly how to use it.

It was time to figure out just what Captain Dameron was about.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #first order poe #first order poe dameron #first order poe x reader #first order reader #poe dameron x female reader #miscommunication

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