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cherry cola ā op81
genre: smut, humor, yearning, tiny bit of fluff, virgin!reader, innocent!reader, experienced!oscar, sub!reader (for a while!), dom!oscar (for a while!)
word count: 8.5k
After a painful break up, Oscar finds himself head-to-head with an enticing girl, filled with pure innocence. Also known as, his parents secret weapon, and his worst temptation.
nsfw warning under the cut!
18+...f!receiving, fingering, brief mentions of masturbation, face riding, missionary sex, doggy style
inspired by this !
cherry here!... hellooo anons, long time, no see haha sorry for the lack of posts, but hopefully this makes up for it, somehow? formal apology for my last post too while we're at it. though this fic is inspired by cola by lana del rey, it will not have a sour ending like past fics (iykyk). missed u all, so here ya go! enjoy :)
There is an apprehensive sensation that towers over him as soon as she walks in; shy mannered, tall, and firm with a hint of hesitationāitās something he adores about her, but also something that has him feeling jittery. Oftentimes, her lips are his most prized possession, enjoying the way they move. All except at this very moment.Ā
Everyone notices his bitter, broken, and quiet mood despite always laying low. Heās never been one to share his problems with others, and he most definitely was not going to start now. It should be the best moment of the seasonāhis first winābut he doesnāt have the joy to celebrate it with anyone.Ā
Oscarās brown eyes are low and dull; empty. Heād be a damn liar if he said he didnāt see any of this coming. If he didnāt feel an ounce of guilt and misery. Should he have been more attentive, a better boyfriend, then he wouldnāt be regretting his life choices. Dramatic, but true.Ā
āHow are you spending your summer break? Are you and Lily traveling?ā
The Australian tries to scoff at the innocent inquiry beaming from his teammate, but he settles with a wince, not being able to hide it. āShe, umā¦we broke up, actually.ā Heās never been a religious individualāhas never even set foot inside a churchābut for the first time in his life, he prayed no more questions would be asked.
Lando raises his thick brows, clearly surprised by the sudden confession. Sure, they were a private coupleālikely the most in the entire paddockābut he never saw this coming from Oscar and Lily. Though he only met her a couple of times, simply exchanging a kind greeting, he wouldāve bet his entire Rolex collection that the couple were smitten with one another. āAh, Iām sorry, mate.ā
The rude sound of his race suit being zipped up harshly makes the Brit flinch in the slightest. āDonāt worry about it. Thatās life, no?ā
Costa Ricaāthey were supposed to go to Costa Rica. Instead, now, he sits alone on a flight back to his home country. Heās ecstatic to be sleeping in his childhood room with outdated posters hung of all his favorite drivers, but the feeling lingers.Ā
Sprawled like a koala, humid t-shirt pressed against his skin, he tosses and turns for an estimate of five whole minutes. He should be enjoying the beach, sipping on highly sweetened margaritas, getting the worst tan of his life, but heās here. The hot summer air in Melbourne makes him spit out a string of dirty curses that would send his mum into a coma.Ā
The brunette might as well be an only child since not a single one of his three sisters were here to keep him company, ditching him with his parents. He loved them, of course he did, but a full house was his ideal way to spend his break. His home gym isnāt even enough to help him forget, even for a second.Ā
āDinner is ready, honey,ā Nicole announces, peeking carefully through the crack of the door. She grins widely. āThereās even pavlovaāyour favorite.ā
He forces a polite nod, shaggy hair dangling just above his eyes. āThank you. Iāll be out in a bit.ā It actually takes a sum of thirty-minutes for him to jog down the stairs, a strong scent of apple expanding from his now washed hair. His dad hums as soon as he spots the McLaren driver.Ā
āItās rude to leave guests waiting, Oscar,ā he warns with a deep voice.Ā
The twenty-three year old assumes itās a lame dad joke, perhaps, so runs along with it, taking a good look around the dining room. āWonāt happen again. I showeredāā
āWhere would you like to place the dessert, Mrs. Piastri?ā a soft voice echoes down the hallway as he turns at the unfamiliar tone. You halt, caught off guard by the new presence. āIām sorry, I didnāt know you would be here.āĀ
āIn my own home?ā he finds himself squeaking involuntarily. The stern look that dances across his parents faces is enough for him to bite down on his tongue. He doesnāt even know why he said any of thatāespecially to a stranger.Ā
They introduce you two quickly, though youāre just as fast as to say that you obviously knew about his existence. Do you follow my races? You shake your head, glossy hair shining. āI work for your parents, soā¦I sort of know. Plus, your sisters always talk highly about you when youāre gone.ā
He blinks. āYou work here?ā Brown eyes flicker to his parents, confusion written all over. āWhat could she possibly do?ā
āOscar,ā Nicole scolds. āI thought you left all the unnecessary questions back in junior high.ā
Chris slides a large hand over her smaller one, calming her down just a tad bit. The older man sighs. āYou know your mum, always looking for something new to doāā
āI wanted to grow a garden!ā she squeals, delighted. āLike in all those magazines you get me for my birthdayāoh, so lovely, honey. Only I realized, I donāt know anything about gardening.ā
āAnd this lovely girl standing right here is a total natural. Her hands must be magic.ā Oscar blushes hard at his dads choice of words. āSheās helping us out for the time being. Until we get back.ā
The Australian's mouth opens, then snaps back shut, swallowing. āGet back from where?ā
āCosta Rica!ā
He gapes. āYouāre using my tickets?ā
Nicole winces. āCanāt let them go to waste, honeyā¦ā
His father butts in. āHow is Lily by the way?ā
The brunette groans, running his hands through his waves. āHow should I know? Come on, you guys canāt be serious.ā The tickets werenāt the problem; the fact that they were leaving was.Ā He spots you awkwardly placing the pastry down onto the table. āCan you give us a minute?āĀ
āYes, of course,ā you quip, glad to have a reason to flee far enough away from the premises. You turn to the Piastriās who smile fondly at your understanding. āIāll be out in the garden.ā
As soon as you rush out, the twenty-three year old turns swiftly. āI guess Iām leaving too.ā
āDonāt you dare, Oscar Jack Piastriāā He fumes. āWhy not? Youāre all going to be gone!ā
āShe wonātāyou are keeping her company.ā Sheās not asking; sheās demanding. Staring back in shock, the McLaren driver avoids eye contact, fidgeting like a kid at their first day of school. His mum stands up, makes her way over, and pecks his soft cheek. āSheās a sweet girl. She wonāt be a botherāsheās just down the hallway.ā
Thatās where Lily would always stay back when they first started their relationship; too afraid of making a bad impression on his parents. He found it adorable. He rolls his eyes and releases a heavy breath. āFine.ā He stares out the glass window, focusing on where you patiently sit on the wooden bench, delicate hands pressing your dress down against your thighs. āFine...ā
-
The following morning, his parents wake him up at the crack of dawn, bidding goodbye. It comes as a total surprise, thinking he had a few more days left with them, but no. Heās barely registering any of it before they whisper inaudible nonsense and scurry out of his bedroom.Ā
After some debating, he changes and decides to go on a quick run. The sight of Ms. Alleck watering her burnt grass makes him smile as he sets off. It would have been easier to not get as tired if it were a slight bit chilly, but itās blazing hot. He cuts it short, dashing back home and immediately serving himself a glass of cold water.Ā
āYouāre up early.ā
The brown eyed boy jumps in sudden surprise. Standing in a pastel yellow sleeping gown, you grin brightly. Long lashes lay flat, nose pinching rosy pink, and breath minty. āYeah, my folks sort of woke me up. Couldnāt fall back asleep.ā
āOh.ā You pout. āThey left already?ā
āYou knew?ā
āYup. They mentioned it last night before bed.ā A beat. āI hope me staying here isnāt making you uncomfortableā¦itās just that they offered, andāā
āItās not.ā Lie. āMake yourself at home.ā
Not much is seen or heard from him for the majority of the day; occasional glaces coming here and there. They put you in an uncomfortable spot yesterdayāyou had been working on the garden for a year now, damn itābut their son's demeanor took you by surprise. The pictures and stories were something you relied on as the only source of getting to know him: polite, tall, and swankyāboyish.
That was so far from the truth. Oscar Piastri has grown into his body; almost appearing to be a handsome giant. Despite his warm face, his attitude is a bit snarky. He has no problem in saying whatās on his mind. And he is most definitely not a boy.Ā
Heās a man.
āWhat do you say?āĀ
āSorry?āĀ
He chuckles, Adam's Apple dancing up and down. āWould you like to join me for dinner?ā
It wasn't his intention to try and get close to youānot purposefully, at leastābut he thought; why not? Who knows when his parents are coming back, when his sisters would, and he wanted to prove to you that he wasnāt some snotty guy. Summer is summer, after all. A friend to spend it with sounds quite nice.
Pursing your red lips, you nod, setting your book aside. The dinner table is already set up. Chicken and rice. Thatās it. Given, it looks and smells amazing, but plain. You quirk a brow. āArenāt you supposed to eat your greens? To drive quicker?ā He burns up at you teasing tone.
āI didnāt want to risk burning the house down. Weāre lucky I was able to get even this done.ā
āVery well.ā The refrigerator opens, colorful veggies staring back at him. You grin, slow and easy. āIāll take care of it. Itās only fair, roomie.ā
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Oscar left home a few years ago, migrating to the United Kingdom for work, so it had been a while since he had stepped foot in his backyard. He faintly remembers his pirate treehouse, his sistersā Barbieās cluttered inside. It was a bone-chilling sight for baby Oscar back then, but now, the paint is chipping off, the wood looks a lot weaker. Itās a nostalgic feeling.
The new additions are stunning. A bunch of healthy flowers beam back at him and he swallows when he realizes he canāt name a single one. Waxflowers, Calamint, Dahlias, Peonies, Carnations, California Poppies. One by one, he admires with an open mouth. āTheyāre beautiful.ā He turns to you with a proud smile. āYouāve done an excellent job.ā
Pink feathers onto your already blushed cheeks, biting back a cheesy grin. You had decided to eat out on the bench, choosing to enjoy the now fresh air. Still humid, but less than before. The scent of coconut sunscreen makes his whiff constantly. āSoā¦Costa Rica?ā
He winces. It was too soon to talk about the situation, but something in your calm voice makes it easier to spit it out even though you probably already heard from his parents. All of a sudden, your savory carrots taste like complete shit. āTāwas supposed to go with my girlfāmy ex. My ex-girlfriend.āĀ
You pout, sorrowfully. āOh, Iām sorry, Oscar. I didnāt mean toā¦I had no clue.ā And itās genuine. Guess his parents werenāt complete traitors.Ā
āTell meāhow long have you been working on fixing the garden?ā
āSince last summer,ā you hum, chewing down on a piece of grilled chicken. āThis is the first time I have actually stayed here, though. Your parents are sweet. As soon as they heard that you were coming back home, they insisted I kept you company.ā
Sharp jaw clenches and he scoffs. You simply blink back innocently. Then, he notices it. The way it reflects against the yellow ray of the now setting sun. He knows what it is, so he doesnāt ask. Too busy staring off into the distance, you place your plate down. āLet me show you a few other things Iāve been working on.ā
Thereās row and row, further into the open area; every twist and turn makes his brows raise up higher, impressed by the noticeable updates. Coming to a halt, he spins his head around, brown locks hitting his temples. āSince when do we have a cherry tree?ā
You beam, orbs shining with excitement. āSince last summer!ā you repeat, cheerfully. You pick one, handing it for him to try. An embarrassing moan erupts once the sweet nectar slides down his throat. āGood?ā
āBloody amazing.ā Every compliment makes you squeal with delight. āMy mum is actually allergic to cherries, so howā¦ā
āShe was actually the one who brought it up. Said she knew how much I loved them, and that I deserved a little something for flourishing her garden. I couldnāt deny the chance to do so.ā You bite down on your lip, sheepishly. āThey are my favorite.ā
Reaching for one makes him look away as soon as your dress rises up, soft legs poking through. Bare feet press against the wet grass as you tippy toe. He mustered a fake cough, but as soon as you bite down onto the bloody fruit, he clicks into a trance.Ā
Plump lips; thick and juicy. Long lashes fluttering shut against your glossy cheeks. That could have been because of the summer heat, but it affected him just the same. The familiar sensation of attraction rushes to his cock as he stands stifflyābut also loosely. He was loose. So fucking loose.
Something hits his cheekbones and it rips him away from his drooling. A singular seed now lays by his feet; indicating what you had done. A crinkled, wobbly smile shines back at him, hands nervously flattening your dress back down. The Australian jokingly lunges towards you as you squeal, backing away.Ā
āYou were disintegrating! I had to get your attention one way or another!ā
Oh, you definitely got his attention. Giving you one final scowl, he stops his steps. āEverythingāall of itāitās great. Thank you.ā The wind picks up and you shiver. ā...for doing this for my parents.ā
Neat hair flies against the breeze, covering your eyes for a minute. Pushing it aside, you scrunch your nose faintly. āAnytime.ā
-
Technically, what youāre getting paid for was to watch over the beloved yard; thatās all. But you offer to do more. Mow the lawn? Paint the chipped wall? Wash the windows?
āGod no, darling,ā Oscarās mum laughs through the end of the line. āYou are doing enough already. Please. Relax.ā
But you canāt. Nibbling on your thumb, you brush the counter, strolling past countless family portraits. A smile slips when you spot a toothless Oscar. āI insist.ā
So, here you are; decluttering the attic. After a bit of bickering with Nicole, she eventually gives in and asks for a favor. Clean and tidy the small room. Easy peasy.Ā
āOuch,ā you hiss when a nail digs through your skin, gore immediately pouring out of you like a waterfall; you squeak. Just then, a certain brunette peeks their head through the entrance.
āOh good, itās you. I thought we had an intruder.ā
Raising a skeptical brow at him and the thin duvet, you quickly take it from him, pressing it down to ease the bleeding. āHoly crap, are you okay?ā In one motion, he steps closer to you, analyzing the injury with worried eyes. You groan.
āItās only a little cut. No biggie.ā But the way your face is slowly losing color lets him know that your words aren't true. Brown eyes flicker, searching for a spot to sit, but everything about this is crowded. You were just about to start tidying; the mess was still there. Crouching onto a tiny stool, he takes a seat, somehow still towering over you. Or at least that's what it felt like, because suddenly, you felt suffocated.Ā
His long legs are spread as you stand between them, hand out towards him as he winces at the brutal cut. āAhāthatās pretty deep.ā He gags when he notices the underneath flesh. You suppress a giggle. āWe should go to the ER.āĀ
You scoff, ripping away from his grip, tripping over a box. Regaining your balance, you drape the cloth over your hand once again. āThat wonāt be necessary. Iāll be right back.ā
After rinsing your hand with alcohol, covering the wound with the largest bandaid to ever exist, and balling your eyes out, you make your way back up. The Australian is drenched in sweat, huffing and puffing. āGot it,ā he pants. Confused, you tilt your head to the side, but thatās when you pick out the nail in the palm of his hand. You blink, too bewildered to make sense of how he retrieved it without the help of a hammer. āI also found lots of old trophies. Extremely bittersweet.ā
āWhyās that?ā you hum, kneeling down next to him, reading through the labels. Each makes you more and more dazzled.Ā
A minute passes by. āBecause I grew up.ā
āThatāsā¦sad.ā Shrugging, he digs for more. He laughs loudly, throwing his head back. āDear GāI forgot this even existed!ā
Oscarās 81 Things To-Do During the Summer [List]
Learn how to bike.
Learn the Australian National Anthem (Sophie will be beautifully impressed)
Get better at being more outgoing (Mum is worried)
So on and so forth. āYou were an extremely creative lad. Eighty-one things to doā¦eh.ā A tongue click. āPossibly buy a pet dragon?ā
He cringes. āNot all were realistic. I actually never really got around to it. Mainly added, if anything.āĀ
Crimson red flashes. āI, um, I could tell.ā
69. Oscar Piastri, you know what I mean.
The brunette chokes on his saliva, yanking it away as fast as he can. Standing up to his full height, he rolls up the piece of paper and points towards the exit. āI think I should, umā¦yeah. See ya.ā
āYeah.ā He dashes off. āSee youā¦ā
-
Eighteen-year old Oscar was a horny bastard. But every guy that age is, so itās not really fair to feel bad about his list. The writing is obviously his, but the things jotted down made him almost feel like it wasnāt. Blowjobs? Hand jobs? What was he thinking?
And then, there was youāa curious cat. He had to be a virgin; he just had to. Why else would he be embarrassed? You werenāt one to judge, though. You knew nothing about the sexual world, having never partaken. The thin band wrapped around your ring finger is enough proof.Ā
And noāyou werenāt married.
It would have been absolutely diabolical to mention sex in your household growing up. Being Roman Catholics is no joke, believing religiously to wait until marriage. You never had a problem with that; you would wait. Doesnāt mean you didnāt know what any of the common terms meant. Sort of.Ā
Only nowāfor the first time in your lifeāthere it was.
Temptation.
The McLaren driver was no newbie. He has had his fair share of experiences; before Lily, with Lily. He knew just about anything and everything. His good-boy act was no facade. At times he didnāt like that about himself, but itās who he was. Obeyed the rules. Never crossed the line with anyone he wasnāt romantically linked to. And yetā¦
There you were.
The flowers were perfect; only needing to be watered. The cherry tree was much moreā¦complicated. The chances of animals recklessly hunting for the sweet fruit was high, the chances of the red drupes rotting also was. Therefore, you spent most of your time there.Ā
Maybe you were avoiding him; you told yourself you were already horrified at the dirty thoughts taking over like the plague. And perhaps he was doing the same; he had only been locked in his room for the past three hours.Ā
Golden hour. With your hands on your hips, you squint, admire the polished drupes, tickling with water. Walking back to the bench, you lay down, picking up on your reading, occasionally taking sips from your Cherry Cola.Ā
Pacing the small bedroom, Oscar mutters to himself. Maybe she didnāt read all of it. Maybe she doesn't know what it means. Yeahāhe was exaggerating. Clicking his window open, he gasped for needed air. As soon as he spots you reading, he grunts.Ā
White skirt brushes down your smooth legs, challenging the sun to see who shines the brightest. Lips wrap around the glass bottle, puckering in the slightest. And he wonders; would you taste as sweet as the cool beverage?
Heās a grown man; an adult. Thereās no need to be uncomfortable. Sex was a part of everyone's day to day life. He was the one making it a bigger deal than it actually was. Still, he slips on a pair of sunglasses, perched perfectly onto the bridge of his nose.Ā
āIs it any good?ā
His voice makes you flinch, dropping the book flat on your face. A tiny groan rings through the air. Flashing him a weak smile, you sit up straight, fixing your clothes. āWant one? Thereās plenty in the fridge.ā
He had noticed, of course he had. Never in a million years did he think he'd see his refrigerator stocked up with the sweet drink. He never cared enough to ask who they belonged to; figured they would just expire.
Wavy hair swings back and forth when he shakes his head. āGotta keep in shape.ā I see, you murmur, loopy eyes peeking over at him, taking another gulp. The sizzling feeling is utterly childish compared to what heās making you feel. The burning sensation between your legs is annoying and painful, you almost want to plead for help. āI meant the book, by the way.ā
āNo!ā You laugh, nervously. āI meanā¦itās alright?ā
After he stormed off and left you a breathless puddle, you biked and bikedāuntil you hit the local bookstore. You werenāt looking for anything in particular, simply browsing, but as soon as you reached the section of Erotic Literature, you stopped.Ā
So manyāmanyāwrong choices. Still, humiliated, you paid and fiercely ran out. Maybe this was some sort of punishment for reading what youāre reading; had to be. And Oscar asking questions wasnāt helping. Licking your berry lips, you swallow a thick layer. āWhat have you been up to?ā
Fuck, he moans, large hand sliding up and down his cock; more and more pleasure intensifying. Your tiny dresses. Your short skirts. Your angelic face. The way your lips would separate before every sentence. Your sweet scent that would have normally given him a headache, but instead made him chase after you like a dog.Ā
Finishing all over his thighs, he shudders. White liquid never looked more sinister than at this very moment. After changing, he paces the room with regret.Ā
Pushing the frames further into his face, he hums. āOh, you know. Justā¦ cleaning up my room.ā
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Itās been a week in a half now and youāre happy to announce that you have fallen into a routine. While Oscar did his daily workout, you would make breakfast. While you worked on the garden, he cooked dinner. Though, he was unbeknownst over the way you would drool over him when he would walk out the door; a compressed shirt hugging his built body tightly, arms begging to be kissed. You were unaware of the way he would rub his face in desperation when you walked out, banging his head purposefully against the cabinet; the way you would skip out with your book and infamous drink, or how you would prettily tie up your hair before you even got started.
It was a mess.
A mocking mess.
This afternoon though, you arenāt flying out the door to the yard, but rather frolicking over to Ms. Alleck, ready to assist. I try my best, but they always wilt! Could it be the humidity? Laughing, you toss your hair up into a bun, messy strands poking out as you cock your head to the side. āCould be, but donāt you worry. Weāll find a way to make it work. Promise.ā
He had always known you were kind, gentle, soft spokenā¦pure. And you doing this only added to his attraction. Itās salad, spaghetti, and salmon that afternoon. Sweaty, you pant. Iām going to squeeze in a shower real quick. But you werenāt sweaty, like you believe; you were glistening.Ā
āThis is so cute,ā you chirp, sitting cross cross in the old treehouse. A few spider webs make your blood run cold, but he quickly took care of it, apologizing. The brunette blushes.Ā
āI wanted to use it one last time. Before we get rid of it.ā Neat brows furrow. āItās just that itās oldāonly a matter of time before it plunges down.ā āWhat?āĀ
āO-obviously not now!ā
After a bit more convincing, you finally relax and enjoy the way the crickets sing against the night. Small feet press against the wall, white tube socks turning slightly brown from the lack of sweeping. For a moment, he shuts his lids, breaths shallow, body loose. The high temperature almost made him feel as if he was cuddling into the warmest blanket; it felt nice.Ā
Whoops, you mumble when hollow glass pounds against the wooden floor. He perks up at the sound, brown eyes burning with high alert. āYou do shit on purpose?ā he screeches when he detects scarlet blood. Wincing in pain, you curl your hand towards the hem of your dress.Ā
āHelp me,ā you plead, slight annoyance written all over your face. He mustāve broken the world record of running into the house to retreat the first aid kit, and running right back to you. The way he sanitizes the skin, to the way he wraps your hand with a gauze pad, is honestly hilarious.
āWhat so funny?ā he murmurs, attention never leaving the wound.Ā
āMmm. Nothing.ā He snickers and you giggle harder. āIt just seems as if Iām making you a professional. You ought to be ready if anyone else needs your help to treat injuries.ā
āOh, of course. Iāll tell them a certain klutz made me learn from day to night with all her clumsiness.ā His voice drops, laced with concern. āSeriously thoughāyou were just healing. You have to be careful.ā
Plump lips part with the sound of his delicate voice, accent almost disappearing. Wandering eyes admire the way his brows are knitted together and orbs soften. Swallowing, you nod. āI will.ā
āGood.ā
The once vibrant room is now hazy and suffocating. Does he not know what kind of effect he has on you? The type of power he holds? Oscar doesnāt seem to, though, with the way he chugs down his entire glass of water. Stuck in a trance, your hand briskly reaches out for your own drink. He roars with laughter, clutching his stomach. āYou just broke your bottle, you donāt have a drink anymore.ā He picked up the Cherry Cola you had offered, but he had declined. āTake mine.ā
You donāt put up a fight, simply allow him to open and give it to you. The sweet drink doesnāt do a great job at hydrating your foaming mouth, but it helps as a distraction. On the other hand, the brunette canāt seem to not watch the ways your lips suck in and out, eagerly. As if this were the only source of air. He shudders.Ā
āWe should probably head downā¦ā
Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you comply, already standing up. From the floor, he has a good view of your legs; long, soft, sweetly scented. He wonders if you use honey as lotion because that would explain his urge to nuzzle his face against them. Picking up the broken glass and plates, you turn back. āComing?ā
A sigh rings through the air once, and suddenlyāheās cradling your face with high intensity and lust, molding his lips against yours. Tomato sauce stains his shirt and your dress from the plates that still remain between you two. One second, you're wide eyed, and then the next, you're allowing yourself to kiss him back.Ā
You want to cry with how pleasant the feeling feels and he wants to scream with how much he wants to fuck you. But alas, one of you pulls away firstāyou canāt really tell whoā and youāre both left gasping for air. Completely winded and fucked.
You both are fucked.
-
The treehouse comes crashing down the day after your first kiss. Yes, first kiss. You would like to blame him and say that he stole it from you, but the arousal that was dripping between your thighs last night was a clear indication that you could never actually say so because you liked it so much.Ā
The wooden house tearing down is something you take as a sign; youāve sinned. Okay, maybe that was a bit too dramatic, but you were honestly thinking about it. That night you dreamt of the wildest things imaginable; his pretty face in between your legs, large hands squeezing your perky breasts, fingers swirling inside your velvety walls, cock tearing you in half.
It was unacceptable.Ā
So, while Oscar worked on picking up the tiles with a hometown buddy, you marched right over to beg for forgiveness. Kneeling down against the cushion, you say a silent prayer.Ā
I donāt want to think like thisānot when I know I can help it, but God this is getting way too out of hand. And you know Iām not like this, you know that! But he justāAGH. Maybe itās his personality that makes him so attractive, or maybe itās his sudden growth spurt, but please let me get a hold of myself. Heās just a friend, heās just a friendāHEāS JUST A FRIEND.Ā
āWould you mind keeping your words to yourself, sweetheart?ā an older lady whispers, two rows ahead of you.Ā
Pink feathers onto your cheeks. āOh, yes, of course! Iām so sorryā¦ā
I donāt ever ask for much, no, thatās never been necessary, but I am now. So please. Hear me when I say: Push this desire I have, far, far, far away.
-
If you were to say, there was a ninety percent chance that you would walk away. Not even spare him a passing glance. He would call you out on it later, but whateverātoo late. Ignored you, you say? No, really I did? I had no idea, Iāll make sure to not let it happen again!
If Oscar were to say, there was a ninety-nine percent chance that he would let you walk away. He didnāt need your company; he was doing just fine. But then again, that one percent tugs at him like the devil on his shoulder.
āHey. Youāre back.ā Cool. Calm. Collected.
āOh! I suppose I am.ā Cool. Utter. Mess.
He grins, eyes crinkling like the leaves that hang upon the crimson tree. Signaling up, he cocks his head in deep thought. āJust finished. Cole said his uncle could shredā¦ā A pause. āHe owns a massive wood chipper.āĀ
Blinking like a deer in headlights, you chew on your bottom lip, simply nodding along. āSounds good? I think. No. Yes. Very good.ā You wince at all the uncontrolled mumbo-jumbo. āIām sorry I was no help, too. I had toā¦talk to the man up above.ā
āEh, donāt worry about it. That must be why your pretty little knees are bruised.āĀ
Your breath comes to a harsh halt, ears burning like a wildfire. The Australian just keeps his brown eyes set on the tree for a second longer before turning to face you. Quickly, you relax your muscles. āYou could make up for it by helping me with something else.ā
You gulp. Suddenly, your mouth is overflowing with hot saliva. āWith what?ā
Dark orbs glue onto your delicate figure, a slight smirk playing out. And it looks so unfamiliar, not his own, that you create a distance. And just like that, itās gone. Vanished just as fast as it slipped onto his pink lips. āGet on.ā He crouches down and your jaw drops.
āWhaālike onto your shoulders?ā Rolling his eyes in a goofy manner, he nods, picks you up safely, and places you on top. You screech, dizzy by the sudden altitude. āPut me down!ā
āYouāre fine. Just help me reach those. Been craving them all day,ā he murmurs, voice raspy. The twenty-three year old is still slightly sweaty from his hard labor, and thatās clear when you cling onto his brown locks. Other than that, youāre as high as a kite; both figuratively and literally.Ā
Youāve knownāseenāhow tall and broad the Australian was, but being perched onto his wide shoulders was a sweet confirmation you couldnāt help but enjoy. āMove a bit forward.ā He follows instructions, wide hands gripping onto your thighs to keep you steady. You giggle when a few fruits hit your face. āWatch itāand donāt you dare drop me.ā
āGet,ā he commands.
About three minutes pass by. You rip the cherries carefully, candy aroma filling the air, and plop them onto the basket. By all accounts, youāre well aware of your actions. The basket was full, now overflowing, really, and you could plant your ballet flats back onto the tall grassābut you donāt.
Thereās something about feeling his touch; high electricity, shock waves nipping at your skin, soft pants. Itās pathetic how much you crave any ounce of physical touch heās willing to give you, unknowingly.
āThat should be good,ā you whisper, meekly. He doesnāt respond, just swings you down as you let out a yelp. All of a sudden, youāre magically magnetic. And he wonders; if only. You hand the basket over, waiting nervously for him to thank you, at least.Ā
āThank you,ā he feels himself saying. āWhat do you say we play a little game? No prize. Only bragging rights.ā
āO-okay.ā
A singular cherry is handed over. He grins. Can you tie a knot using your tongue? āWaitāare you being serious?ā
The red fruit dissolves inside his mouth, spitting the seed somewhere far enough away. Then, the stem flips into his mouth. āCome on. Iāll give you a head start.ā
With wary hands, you rip the stem away from your own drupe, fitting the thin stick into your suddenly dry mouth. He stares intently, clenching his jaw, āGo on. Ten seconds.ā Quickly, your lips start to move, twisting and turning. Pouting, then sucking back in. Your low breaths become heavy after a few tries. You think youāre getting it done right, the sudden ball forming is enough for you to guess that you must be doing something correct.Ā
The sound of his low mewls is what ends you. Doe eyes flicker up to face him, paying close attention to how his brown eyes wander up at the sky in concentration, occasionally squinting due to the bright sun. You can feel a thin layer of sweat hug you like a blanket as your movements slow down; a snail's pace compared to before.
For good measure, you fake your twists as you continue to simply admire. Too far gone, you blink hastily when he sticks his pink tongue out towards you, a stinking knot sitting nicely atop.
āI won.ā
Gulp. āYou sure did. Good job, Oscar.ā
Long lashes flutter shut momentarily, head tossed back, sighing. āIt wasnāt a fair fight. You werenāt doing anything. Other than staring at my lips.ā
Flustered, you dig your hand into the bucket. āThatās not true! At all. At all, at all.ā You munch harder, splitting a seed in half. You spit it out sourly. āYou're just better at using your mouth than I am.ā
It goes straight to his cock, your words. Opening his eyes, the brunette scrunches his nose. Youāre avoiding his gaze. Youāre good at doing that. A pro. But it leaves him to wonder some more. And that itself was dangerous when it dawned on him.Ā
He doesnāt like daydreaming anymore.
āFuck it,ā he grunts, kissing you harshly, like the night before. And you thought that blew your mind, but this? This left you gasping and reaching out for him even though he was pressed right against you. You could feel him buzzing, pinching your hips against his large hands. Itās perfect.
You donāt really understand how you end up straddling him on the grass, green straining your knees as you grind harder onto him, forcing your skin to burn with each stroke. Thisāthisāmust be as good as it gets. There canāt be more, but you werenāt complaining. It was enough.Ā
When his fingers dance underneath your dress, you halt, and everything comes crashing down. āNo,ā you pant. āI canāt. Iām sorry. I really am.ā
āWhy is that, baby?ā he mumbles, lost on sucking the side of your neck. Looking up, his straight brows drew in together with concern. āWhat is it?ā
āItās just thatā¦Iāmāā Why is it so hard to admit? Brushing a strand of hair away, you purse your lips. āIām a virgin, Oscar. Itās odd, I know, but I canāt sleep with you.ā
āYou think I didnāt know that?ā
You freeze. āWhat?ā
His thumbs circle your thighs, gently, swooning with how soft you feel. āI figured you were. Your purity ring sort of gave it away.ā You blush hard, rolling off of him, playing with the thin band.Ā
āI wish I could do thisāGod, I really want toābut I canāt.ā
Respecting your decision, he pats your hand with reassurance. The hot feeling remained between your legs and the pain between his. This was torture, you both know that, but what was there to do? Itās awkward for a while, that is, until he starts asking you about things that shouldnāt make you glow with happiness.
How was your day? I want to hear all about it. Do you think itās bad to eat an entire bucket of drupes? Must be, right? In the long run? Hey, would you mind teaching me how to garden? You make it look intriguing.Ā
That seems to do it for you. Everything you ever promised flies out the window as you climb back onto his thick lap, and this time, heās surprised by your actions. Clumsy fingers try their best to unzip his pants, but he only stutters against your kisses. N-no, we donāt have to rush anything. I, you, weā
āShit, o-okay,ā he sighs when you finally touch him, even in the slightest. He may be touch deprived, but so were you, so how far would any of this go? Flipping you over to lay against the tall grass, he winks teasingly and that effectively makes your heartbeat quicken. āRelax, sweetheart. Do that for me, yeah? Can you?ā
āYes. Yes. Yes.āĀ
The McLaren drivers press a kiss on the inside of your thighs before licking them. You shiver, though try your best to even your breaths. You shut your eyes, maybe if you act hard enough, you could somehow convince yourself that this wasnāt a war itself. To see how long youād last. Noāyou would last. You had to.
āIāve thought about it.ā He slips your panties down, inch by inch. āA lot, as of lately. If you would taste just as sweet as I imagined. As sweet as those Cherry Colaās you're overly obsessed with.ā And he dives in, licking your arousal clean as you pant, chest heaving up and down like an erupting volcano.Ā
What were you supposed to feelārelaxed? In a frenzy? Most likely the latter because considering the way he was making your head spin said it all. The sounds heās making forces you to involuntarily shut your legs around his face and his hand that now lies between you two. The stretch is a burning sensation that leaves you both gasping and moaning; itās too much, but not enough.
More. Grinning up from in between your legs, he shakes his head full of curls, all thanks to the Aussie weather, and your dirty foreplay. āDoes it feel good?ā You whimper. āGoodāgood, baby. Thatās all Iāve ever wanted.ā Velvet walls clench around his long digits. āHey, hey, look at me.ā
Once your soft orbs connect to his intoxicating ones, his cock grows harder. āOkay, listen, itās going to hurt a little bit, okay? But thatās completely normal; itās like aā¦a stingy feeling. Do you understand?ā I do, you pant. He grits his teeth when his calloused fingers brush against your g-spot and your head lolls back, exposing your sharp clavicle. He itches to mark you all over. āDo you want it, then?ā
A zing. āFuck, Oscar. I fucking want you.ā
The brown eyed boy is all over you, kissing you up and down, gripping you tighter. It was an addiction in its truest form. For a split second, you frown when he slips out of you, but as soon as he starts unzipping his pants, you feverishly lick your lips.Ā
It dawns on you that you arenāt scared, nervous, or anything; youāre bubbling with excitement. You watch carefully as he jerks himself off a bit, his already large girth growing bigger. How is that possible? āIāll start with the tip.ā Leaning down, he pecks your pouty lips and you smile. āLet me know if itās too much, weāll stop and take a break. Or do anything, really,ā he adds, cheekbones flushing red.Ā
āIāll be okay,ā you whisper. āI swear.ā
You were being skinned alive, it was excruciating pain. You know he notices it when he starts brushing your hips, hoping to comfort you in some sort of way. Heavy breaths, numb lips from biting too hard, exposed breasts arching straight for him. He didnāt know whether to enjoy this or worry.Ā
āBreathe, darling, breathe. In through your nose, out through your mouth. There you go,ā he congratulates, admiring your shaky breath. āYouāre doing so good.ā
āOsc, moveā¦please.ā
There was no more confirmation necessary that you were ready to go. His hips find motion, thrusting into you slowly. Nails scratch down his back as you moan loudly, almost yelping. āY-youāre so big.ā So, so, so, so big. Ā āSo good.ā
Nearly animalistic, he releases a grunt, pounding deeper into you, getting lost with the way you hug him tightly. You mewl, pressing your naked chest against his, and he nearly slips from his hands being set on top of the cold grass, but it was beautiful torture, all at once.Ā
From the way you tremble, to the way you look up at him, he loves it all. He realized it been too long, heās missed this, heās missed having a body undeaneath his, as fucked up as that sounds.Ā
And heāhe must be a saint, himself. Thereās a sort of invisible halo that lightens up around him, nearly blinding you. Thereās a gut-wrenching stare heās gifting you, making your stomach churn with pleasure.Ā
Wrapping his mouth around your sore buds, you let out a shaky sigh. Skillful tongue swirls the way one would suck on a lollipop; the heat intensifies. āClose?ā But youāre not sure, you just know it feels goodāridiculously good. He must have known so, and must want to make your first experience the best youāll ever have, because suddenly, youāre on all fours.Ā
As he slips in and out with such ease, you grip harshly at the tall grass. You can hear the sad rips with every thrust and every tug, but how can you feel bad when he feels so good? His cock rapidly brushes the magic spot, and youāre left seeing stars. āOh God. I feel it, Oscar, fuck, fuck, fuckāā
āTell me. Describe it.ā
Your jaw locks, and your arms give up, flying down towards the grass, round ass high up in the air as he continues his movements. He groans at the sight, slapping your sweaty skin. Whining, you look back at him, grinning from ear to ear. The Australian looks up at the open sky, trying his best to push back the feeling of his upcoming orgasm, but it's hard to ignore the fact that an absolute angel takes him like no other.
And an Angel you were.
āCan feel your cock, Oscar. The way it pulsesāso thick, so veiny, so sweet.ā
An Angel with a vocabulary of Heathen.
āGod, fuck me harder, please, Oscar, please.ā Heās pretty sure youāre half-gone, half-present, but it only adds to the lust he carries for you. Just then, you feel the fresh cherry pressed up against your lips. Open, he demands and you follow straight away, ripping it from its stem. You nearly choke on the seed when he suddenly speeds up, limbs and arms burning from holding upright. For a moment, you stare back with an open mouth, admiring over the way his abs contract with every brutal push.
āNow spit.ā Two seeds fly out towards the grass, laying there to taunt you as you pick up on your moans, ringing through the air. If you squint hard enough, you can spot the stars that mock the daylight sky. It doesnāt make sense, but then again, none of this does. āSo pretty, sweetheart.ā You swoon, feeling his arms hold you down. āAgaināopen.ā
Youāre expecting another set of cherries, thinking this might be some sort of prize, but as soon as you feel the familiar stick, you pout. No, you cry out. He chuckles. āYes.ā A pause. āYou only get to come until you tie a knot.ā
āYouāre not being f-fair, holy shit.ā Long fingers rub slowly against your puffy clit, throbbing with pain, begging to come all of his numbing girth. You clench your jaw, eyes screwed shut.
āWe donāt have all night, go on. Move that pretty little mouth of yours.ā
Itās a mission, itās a task, itās a fucking wreck. Itās impossible. Youāre not that surprised, though, not when he thrusts into with twice as much force, triple speed; what a man. Loose tongue swirls at a weak attempt, but then he pinches your swollen bud, and youāre back to square one. Youāre nearly there, excited to prove to him how much you wanted this and how you were able to multitask, but then heās pulling all the way back, only his rosy tip awaiting by your entrance, and heās coming back down, full-throttle.Ā
It was cruel.
But two can play that game, you suppose.
You pull away quickly, he blinks, and then youāre pushing him back, sprawled on the grass. He nearly whines from missing your warm cunt, but as soon as you climb to sit on his face, he grows more and more turned on. āGo on,ā you push. āUse that pretty little tongue of yours.ā
Dark eyes stare up at you, enjoying the way your body moves, hips rolling, riding his face at an impressive rate. The white nectar you're willing to spill out makes him lap at an embarrassing speed, desperate to taste the sweetness.Ā
Meanwhile, youāre gripping his hair, trying to feign indifference with the way his nose rubs against your lips, the way he keeps you in place with his watch covered hand, the other playing with your clit. Itās even, this is fair, but you still needed to reach your end.Ā
āIām close,ā you moan, head rolling back, but jaw continuing to tick. He hums and the vibrations cause you to squeeze your legs around his face. That seems to make him enjoy this far more. Unless you show me youāve done it, then no, youāre not coming anytime soon. Your molars grind harder, white spots forming throughout your vision. āShut up, justāfucking stop talking.ā
āWhat do yāknow? Miss Perfection has a potty mouth.ā He pokes his tongue against your hole. āDirty girl, eh?ā
With one final suck, and one soft moan, you cum all over him. The Australian is quick to lick you clean, groaning pathetically deep. Gasping, you fall from your climax, slightly twitching with sensibility as he hauls you onto his lap. You giggle when he raises a teasing brow.Ā
āYou got away with itāthis time.ā
āThereās going to be a second time?ā
He stiffens, trying to play it cool. āWell, not anymore, you didnāt do what I asked for you to doāā
Opening your mouth, you stick your red tongue out, displaying the most perfect knot. He gapes, sticking his fingers in to retrieve it. āH-how?ā A beat, sharp and accusing eyes. āSeriously, how?ā
āDoes it matter?ā you ask, wide eyes back on for show. āI did it.ā
āIā¦yeah, yeah you did,ā he repeats in disbelief. He laughs. āYouāre wickedly talented. That's an art.ā
āThanks,ā you mumble, slowly, mixed with a giggle. āI tried my best for you.ā
āI see that.ā The brown eyed boy pinches your hip. āHow was it?ā
Sighing dreamily, as if napping on a cloud, your eyes twinkle. āI get it now. Why people have casual sex, I mean. It was amazing. Thank you.ā
Casual, casual, casual, yes. Of course this was casual, why wouldnāt it be casual? Heās not looking to have anyone new in his life, and youāre barely understanding what any of this is, so yeah. Casual.Ā
āWas I bad?ā you ponder, chewing on your bottom lip. āI know Iām no professional, but Iāā
āYou were perfect,ā he reassures with a soft smile. āBest thing to come around, solemnly swear.ā Swatting his arm, he snickers, catching your hand. You purse your lips. āI was right,ā he murmurs when his lips graze over your own. You open your mouth, waiting for more.
āAbout?ā
āYou tasting as sweet as a Cherry Cola.ā Then he connects your lips, and youāre left utterly smitten. You can hardly feel him slip your ring off, but you know so when your finger feels empty since the moment you first put it on. āGuess you wonāt be needing this anymore?ā
āGuess not, no. Keep it.ā
āCould take it to a Pawn Shop, sell it for a couple dollarsā¦ā
āHey! Be nice, you dimwit,ā you warn. āYou should feel special. Stupidly special.ā
āIām kidding. Iāll cherish it.ā
āCreep.ā
He groans, slapping your ass as you squeal. āThereās no right or wrong answer, it seems like. Very well, let's just leave it at thanks. Soā¦thank you for trusting me.ā You blush, looking away. Awkwardly, you reach for your dress, slipping it over your head. He coughs, dressing himself before choking back a much needed chuckle. āLooks like we got dragged through the mud.ā
āAh, ew, I canāt. I need to shower.āĀ
Reaching your end of the hallway, you press your back up against the wooden door as you sheepishly giggle when Oscar does the same. āOkay thenā¦see you around?āĀ
āAround town?ā
āAround the house.ā
āIn the garden?ā
āIn the attic, too, maybe. It still needs a good sweep.ā
He rolls his eyes. āDo we still have time?ā
āBefore your parents get back from Costa Rica?ā
āYes.ā
āWhich is ināā
āA week.ā
āWhich isāā
āSeven days.ā
āAnd roughlyā¦ā
āEnough time.ā
āEnough time to do what?ā
He laughs, eyes crinkling suggestively, and your heart pounds hard against your ribcage. āCome here and Iāll show you.ā
āYeah,ā you ponder in deep thought before your lips stretch out into a bright smile of your own. He raises dark brows as you scurry over with bruised knees, a muddy dress, and an exploding heart. āYeah, okay. Just until they get back.ā
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an: @isaadore this one is for you. i've realised i haven't written anything for the latest pookie of the grid, so lets kick it off with some enemies to lovers
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my dearest lo, the boy who turned oscar and i into apart of a triplet and not twins, the racing world has been cruel to you. i will forever stand by your side no matter what. i love you forever and cannot wait to see what greatness you achieve. love, your unofficial little sister by four months, six days and ten minutes
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logansargeant: i love you ducky š¦š
ynpiastri: love you more sarge :)
userone: the cutest unofficial little sister he could ever ask for
usertwo: when the world doesn't have logan's back, we can trust that the piastri siblings have his back
userthree: god i love his relationship with them
oscarpiastri: well said ducky
ynpiastri: hire me as your pr
oscarpiastri: over my dead body
nicolepiastri: oscar be nice to your little sister
userfour: they still call her ducky
userfive: am i missing something here, why do they keep calling her ducky soz im new to this
usersix: she used to hide rubber ducks whenever she could for oscar and logan to find in f2 & f3
userfive: stop that so cute
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we are delighted to announce that franco colapinto is going to join us, racing for williams as of monza. welcome to formula one, franco!
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userthree: where was logan's goodbye?
userfour: finally some real talent
userfive: williams try not sign an underprepared rookie challenge: failedĀ
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francolapinto: Āæque hice? (what did i do)Ā
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monza š¤š¤
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ynpiastri: they can't tame me š¹
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what are we running from? (op81)
(monza has my heart, but what is mclaren doing? papaya rules and all that shit for more tension? our boys deserve better! enjoy this one because i shed a few tears writing it <3 )
ā¦ pairing - oscar piastri x female!reader
ā¦ genre - friends to lovers, neglect, a LOT angst, alot of tears, super long im sorry
Oscar Piastri and Y/N had always been inseparable, their bond forged in the fires of shared experiences and unwavering support. From the outside, their relationship seemed almost too good to be trueātwo best friends who had known each other for years, with a connection so deep that it felt like they were more than just friends, even if neither of them had ever dared to say it out loud.
It had started back in their school days, when they first met in a classroom filled with the nervous energy of new beginnings. Oscar, with his quiet determination and sharp wit, had caught Y/Nās attention almost immediately. She, on the other hand, had this vibrant, magnetic personality that drew people in, and before long, they had become fast friends.
As time went on, their friendship only grew stronger. They spent countless hours together, whether it was studying for exams, watching movies, or just hanging out at each otherās houses. They knew each otherās quirks, habits, and fears better than anyone else. Oscar could tell when Y/N was upset just by the way she fidgeted with her hair, and Y/N knew exactly when Oscar needed a distraction by the way his smile didnāt quite reach his eyes.
They were a team, an unbreakable pair that everyone else could only admire. Friends would often joke about how they were like an old married coupleāfinishing each otherās sentences, knowing each otherās favorite foods, and sharing a kind of unspoken communication that others found both endearing and perplexing.
But it wasnāt just their closeness that made their relationship special; it was the way they supported each other through everything. When Oscar started his journey in racing, Y/N was there every step of the way, cheering him on from the sidelines, offering words of encouragement when things got tough, and celebrating with him after every victory. She was his rock, his constant, and in a world that was often unpredictable, Y/N was the one thing Oscar could always count on.
And Oscar was just as devoted to Y/N. He was the one she called in the middle of the night when she couldnāt sleep, the one who listened patiently to her dreams and fears, the one who knew exactly how to make her laugh when she was feeling down. He was the calm to her storm, the steady presence that grounded her when everything else felt chaotic.
Their physical closeness was another thing that set them apart. Oscar and Y/N were never shy about showing affectionāwhether it was cuddling on the couch during movie nights, holding hands when they were out together, or the way Y/N would rest her head on Oscarās shoulder when she was tired. It was the kind of closeness that blurred the lines between friendship and something more, but they had always kept it in the realm of friendship, never daring to cross that invisible boundary.
Yet, underneath it all, there was something unspoken between them, something that both of them felt but neither of them acknowledged. It was in the way Oscarās heart would skip a beat whenever Y/N smiled at him, or the way Y/Nās breath would catch whenever Oscar hugged her just a little too tightly. It was the feeling that there was something more between them, something that could change everything if they ever dared to explore it.
But that unspoken connection, as strong as it was, also carried a weightāa fear of losing what they had if they ever tried to turn it into something more. And so, they kept it hidden, buried beneath layers of friendship, where it was safe from the risks that came with love.
They were best friendsāinseparable, devoted, and utterly reliant on each other. But beneath the surface, there was a tension, a yearning that neither of them wanted to admit. And it was only a matter of time before that tension would come to a head, forcing them to confront the feelings they had both tried so hard to ignore.
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Oscar had always known he was in trouble when it came to Y/N. From the moment they met, they had clicked in a way that felt effortless, naturalālike they were meant to be in each other's lives. She was his best friend, his confidante, his comfort. But somewhere along the way, Oscar had started feeling something more. He fell for her, hard, and though every fiber of his being screamed to tell her, he never did. He couldnāt risk losing her.
But things had changed. Y/N had started seeing someone new, and for the first time, Oscar felt the ground shift beneath him. Their usual routine of late-night calls, movie marathons, and endless cuddles had been replaced by her excited chatter about her new boyfriend, her plans for dates, and the moments that didnāt include him.
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The shift in Y/Nās behavior started subtly, but it grew more apparent with each passing day. Oscar noticed it first at the small gatherings they used to enjoy togetherānights spent with their closest friends, where they would usually stick close, laughing at inside jokes and exchanging amused glances from across the room. But now, things were different.
It began with Jake, the guy Y/N had started seeing. At first, Oscar didnāt think much of itāheād seen Y/N date before, and it had never really affected their friendship. But something about Jake seemed to pull her further away from him in a way that felt like a slow, painful drift.
The first time it really hit him was at a party one of their mutual friends was hosting. Oscar had arrived a bit late, expecting to find Y/N waiting for him with a drink in hand, eager to catch him up on everything heād missed. But instead, he found her on the other side of the room, wrapped up in Jakeās arms, laughing at something heād said.
Oscar tried to brush it off, forcing a smile as he approached. āHey, Y/N,ā he greeted her, hoping for the usual warmth in her eyes.
She glanced over at him, but the smile she gave him was distant, almost distracted. āOh, hey, Oscar,ā she replied, her tone casual, as if he were just another guest at the party.
It stung, more than he cared to admit. āWhatās going on? Missed anything exciting?ā he asked, trying to keep the conversation light.
Y/N shrugged, her attention already shifting back to Jake. āNot really. Just hanging out.ā
Oscarās heart sank. This wasnāt like her. She was usually the first to pull him into the fun, to drag him into ridiculous games or tease him about not dancing enough. But now, it felt like he was intruding, like he didnāt belong.
The night went on, and the gap between them only seemed to widen. At one point, Oscar found himself standing near the bar, watching as Y/N and Jake danced together, completely absorbed in each other. It was as if the rest of the room had faded away, including him.
When they finally took a break, Oscar made his way over, hoping to at least steal a few minutes with her. āSo, howās it going with Jake?ā he asked, trying to sound supportive despite the knot in his stomach.
Y/N looked at him with a small, polite smile, but there was no spark of excitement in her eyes, none of the usual fire that had always drawn him in. āItās good. Heās great, really.ā
āYeah, he seems nice,ā Oscar said, forcing the words out. āWe should hang out moreālike old times.ā
She hesitated, her eyes flickering to Jake before she answered. āYeah, maybe. Weāll see.ā
That was it. Just a vague, noncommittal response that left Oscar feeling more isolated than ever.
The next few days were more of the same. Y/N started canceling plans, saying she was too busy or that she had already made plans with Jake. When they did hang out, she was distracted, constantly checking her phone, as if waiting for a message from Jake to pull her away again.
Oscar tried to hide his frustration, but it grew harder with each passing day. He noticed how Y/N seemed to change around Jakeāshe was more subdued, less like herself. The playful, confident girl he knew was replaced by someone who seemed almostā¦ unsure. She laughed at jokes that werenāt funny, agreed with things she would usually argue against, and even started dressing differently, like she was trying to fit into some version of herself that wasnāt real.
The breaking point came when they all went out to another party, this time with a larger group. Oscar watched from a distance as Y/N and Jake mingled with people he didnāt recognize, her hand firmly in Jakeās as she introduced herself with an unfamiliar edge in her voice.
It wasnāt until someone asked how long she and Oscar had known each other that the real blow came.
āOh, weāve known each other for a while,ā she said casually, almost dismissively, as if they werenāt best friends who had shared everything.
Oscarās heart clenched painfully. He stood just a few feet away, and it felt like heād been slapped in the face. A while? That was all she had to say about him? The countless nights they had spent talking until sunrise, the secrets they had shared, the times they had been there for each other through thick and thināall reduced to ļæ½ļæ½a while.ā
For the rest of their time together, Oscar felt like a ghost, present but unseen, and the realization that Y/N barely noticed was what hurt the most. He couldnāt keep doing this, couldnāt keep pretending that everything was fine when it was far from it. He couldnāt stand it any longer. āIām heading out,ā he muttered to no one in particular, but Y/N didnāt even notice as he slipped out the door.
Later that night, Y/N texted him, asking if he got home okay. There was no apology, no acknowledgment of how she had brushed him aside. Just a casual check-in that felt more like an afterthought.
Oscar stared at the message, feeling a deep sadness settle in his chest. He had always known that Y/N was special to him, that she held a place in his heart no one else could ever fill. But now, he was starting to realize that she didnāt see him the same wayānot anymore.
Maybe she never did, he thought bitterly, tossing his phone aside and sinking into bed, the weight of her neglect pressing down on him like a lead blanket. Maybe Iāve just been fooling myself this whole time.
end of flashback
And Oscarā¦ he was hurting.
One evening, Y/N burst into Oscar's apartment with her usual energy. āOsc, you wonāt believe it! Weāre going on another date tonightāheās taking me to this really cute cafĆ© downtown!ā Her voice was full of excitement, but Oscar barely heard her.
He was curled up on the couch, a familiar spot that once felt warm with her presence now felt cold and empty.
āThatās great,ā he mumbled, his voice lacking its usual enthusiasm.
She frowned, finally noticing the difference. āWhatās wrong? Youāve been weird lately.ā
Oscar wanted to say it. He wanted to shout that he was tired of being pushed aside, tired of being the second choice. But instead, he just shook his head. āNothing. Iām fine.ā
Y/N wasnāt convinced. She moved closer, sitting beside him. āOscar, talk to me. Please.ā
Oscar looked at her, really looked at her, and felt his heart shatter a little more. He was losing her, and the worst part was that she didnāt even realize it. āI miss you,ā he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Y/N blinked, surprised. āIām right here, O.ā
āNo, youāre not,ā he replied, his tone sharper now. āYouāve been so wrapped up in your new relationship that Iāve barely seen you. Youāre always with him, talking about him. And Iā¦ Iām just here, waiting for you to remember me.ā
She frowned, her face softening as she reached out to touch his hand, but he pulled away. āOscar, Iām sorry. I didnāt realizeāā
āOf course you didnāt,ā he interrupted, his frustration boiling over. āYou didnāt realize because youāre happy, and Iām justā¦ Iām just the friend whoāll always be there, right? The one you can ignore until you need him.ā
Her eyes widened, hurt flashing across her face. āThatās not true, Oscar. You know you mean everything to me.ā
āDo I?ā he challenged, standing up and pacing the room. āBecause it doesnāt feel like it, Y/N. It feels like Iām losing you, and itās killing me.ā
The air between them grew thick with tension, the kind that had never existed before. Y/N stood up too, tears welling in her eyes as she tried to reach out to him again. āOscar, please donāt do this. I donāt want to lose you.ā
āThen why does it feel like youāve already left me?ā he snapped, his voice breaking. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to keep his emotions in check but failing miserably. āYou donāt get it, Y/N. You have no idea how much this hurts.ā
āThen tell me!ā she cried, her voice cracking with desperation. āTell me whatās wrong so I can fix it!ā
Oscar froze, the words caught in his throat. This was it. This was the moment he could tell her everything, but he couldnāt find the courage. Instead, he just shook his head, his eyes filled with unshed tears. āI canāt do this anymore.ā
āOscar, please donāt say that,ā she whispered, stepping closer to him, but he stepped back, creating a distance between them that felt like miles.
āI love you,ā he blurted out, his voice trembling. āIāve loved you for so long, and Iāve tried to bury it, to just be your friend, but I canāt anymore. I canāt stand watching you with someone else. Itās killing me, Y/N.ā
Her breath hitched, her eyes wide with shock. āOscarā¦ Iā¦ I didnāt know.ā
āOf course, you didnāt,ā he said bitterly, wiping away a tear that had escaped. āYou didnāt know because I never told you. But nowā¦ now itās too late. Youāre with him, and Iām justā¦ Iām nothing.ā
Oscarās voice trembled with a mix of anger and hurt as he stared at Y/N, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He had tried to hold it in for so long, but the weight of her neglect was too much to bear, and now, it was all spilling out.
āYou know, Y/N, I get that youāre excited about Jake. I really do. But do you even realize what youāve been doing? Or should I say, what you havenāt been doing?ā His voice was laced with bitterness, the words cutting through the air like a blade.
Y/N blinked, taken aback by the intensity in his voice. āOscar, what are you talking about? Iāve just beenāā
āNo, donāt,ā he cut her off sharply, shaking his head. āDonāt you dare try to brush this off like itās nothing. Youāve been so wrapped up in your new relationship that youāve completely forgotten about me. About us. Do you even remember the last time we had an actual conversation that wasnāt interrupted by you checking your phone? Or the last time we made plans that you didnāt cancel for Jake?ā
Her mouth opened, but no words came out. She was struggling to process the raw emotion pouring out of him.
Oscar continued, his voice rising as the frustration he had been holding back for weeks finally broke free. āIāve been your best friend for how long now? Iāve always been there for you, always. But ever since you started dating him, itās like I donāt even exist anymore. You barely text me back, you cancel on me all the time, and when we do hang out, itās like youāre not even here.ā
He took a step closer, his eyes locked on hers, pleading for her to understand. āDo you have any idea how that feels? To go from being someoneās everything to feeling like youāre justā¦ nothing? Like youāre just a placeholder until something better comes along?ā
Y/Nās eyes filled with tears, but Oscar was too caught up in his own pain to notice. āI get that things change when you start dating someone, but you didnāt just changeāyou fucking disappeared. And Iām left here, trying to figure out where the hell my best friend went. The person I could always count on, who knew me better than anyoneā¦ sheās gone.ā
His voice cracked, the anger giving way to the deep hurt he had been carrying. āAnd you know whatās worse? Iāve been in love with you for as long as I can remember. But I was too scared to say anything because I didnāt want to mess things up. I didnāt want to lose you. But nowā¦ it feels like Iāve lost you anyway.ā
Y/Nās breath hitched as she took a step back, her heart pounding in her chest. She had never seen Oscar like this, so raw and vulnerable, and it terrified her.
āI tried to be happy for you,ā Oscar continued, his voice quieter now, filled with a deep sadness. āI tried to convince myself that I could just be your friend and that would be enough. But itās not enough, Y/N. Not when you treat me like Iām nothing.ā
He looked away, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. āI thought I meant more to you than this. I thought we meant more. But maybe I was wrong.ā
Y/Nās heart shattered at the sight of him, at the pain in his eyes. She reached out to him, desperate to hold him, to comfort him, but he pulled away again, shaking his head.
āI canāt be around you right now,ā Oscar said, his voice broken. āI need timeā¦ I need to figure out how to stop loving you.ā
āOscar, please donāt go,ā she begged, tears streaming down her face. āWe can talk about thisāā
But Oscar had already turned away, grabbing his keys and heading for the door. āIām sorry, Y/N. I justā¦ I canāt.ā
With that, he left, leaving Y/N standing in the middle of the room, her heart aching with the weight of what had just happened. She sank to the floor, sobs wracking her body as she realized that the one person she needed most was the one she had pushed away.
And Oscar, driving aimlessly through the city, felt more alone than he ever had in his entire life, knowing that he had finally spoken his truth, but at what cost?
time skip
Y/N was left alone in the apartment, her mind reeling from everything Oscar had said. As the door slammed shut behind him, she crumpled to the floor, her chest tightening with an overwhelming sense of loss. The tears came in uncontrollable waves, each sob tearing through her as she gasped for breath.
How did I not see this? she thought, her mind racing. How could I be so blind?
She buried her face in her hands, the memories flooding backāevery moment they had shared, every laugh, every hug, every time Oscar had been there for her, and she had taken it all for granted. They played like a cruel montage in her mind, the pieces finally falling into place.
Iāve always loved him, she realized, the truth hitting her like a punch to the gut. But I was too scaredā¦ too scared of losing him, of ruining everything.
She thought back to every time they had cuddled on the couch, his arms wrapped around her, making her feel safe and warm. She had always known there was something more between them, something unspoken, but she had pushed it down, terrified of what it would mean if she acknowledged it. Because if I lost Oscarā¦ Iād lose everything.
Her phone was in her hand before she even realized it, her fingers trembling as she dialed his number. Each ring felt like an eternity, the silence on the other end growing heavier with every passing second.
Voicemail.
āHey, this is Oscar. I'm probably driving really fast or I'm not in the mood. Anyway Iāll get back to you.ā
The beep echoed in her ears, and she quickly hung up, her heart pounding as panic set in. She dialed again, desperately hoping he would pick up this time, that she could tell him everything she was feeling before it was too late. But once again, it went to voicemail.
āOscar, please,ā she whispered to herself, her voice shaking as she redialed, only to be met with the same message. Each time the voicemail beeped, she hung up, feeling the hope drain out of her.
Finally, after the fifth failed attempt, she couldnāt hold it in any longer. The voicemail beeped, and she began to speak, her voice thick with tears.
āOscar, itās me. Please, please, just listen to thisā¦ IāIām so sorry,ā she started, her voice breaking. āIām sorry I didnāt see it, sorry I didnāt realize how much I was hurting you. Iāve been so selfish, so blind, and I didnāt even notice what I was doing to you.ā
She paused, trying to steady her breathing, but the tears kept coming. āIā¦ Iām terrified, Oscar. Iāve always been terrified of losing you, of messing this up, of losing the best thing in my life. And thatās why I neverā¦ I never let myself feel what I was feeling. I thought if I pretended it wasnāt there, we could stay the same forever.ā
Her voice cracked as she continued, the words tumbling out in a desperate rush. āBut I do love you, Oscar. I love you so much it hurts. And the thought of losing youā¦ of you walking out of my lifeā¦ I canāt bear it. I was so scared that if I admitted how I felt, everything would change, and Iād lose you forever. But now I realizeā¦ I was losing you anyway.ā
She choked on a sob, pressing a hand to her mouth as she tried to hold herself together. āPlease, Oscar, donāt shut me out. I know I messed up, I know I hurt you, but I need you to know that you mean everything to me. You always have. And Iām so sorry I didnāt tell you sooner, that I didnāt see it until now.ā
Y/N wiped at her tears, her voice trembling as she spoke the final words. āPlease, Oscar, donāt walk away. I love youā¦ I love you so much, and Iām begging you to give me a chance to make this right. Pleaseā¦ please donāt leave me.ā
The message ended, the silence that followed felt deafening. Y/N let the phone slip from her hand, her body shaking with sobs as she curled up on the floor, consumed by the fear that it might be too late, that she might have lost him for good.
Please, Oscar, come back to me.
time skip
Oscar sat on a bench near the parking lot, his car parked a few meters away. The night was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves in the wind. His heart felt heavy, his mind spinning with everything that had just happened. He didnāt know where to go, or what to do, so he just sat there, staring blankly into the distance, replaying their fight over and over again in his mind.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, breaking through his thoughts. He pulled it out, seeing Y/Nās name flash on the screen with a voicemail notification. His thumb hovered over the play button for a moment, hesitant. Part of him didnāt want to hear what she had to say, afraid it would only hurt him more. But another part, the part that had loved her for so long, needed to know.
With a deep breath, he pressed play.
As Y/Nās voice filled the air, raw with emotion and thick with tears, Oscarās heart clenched. Each word she spoke was like a dagger, cutting deeper into the hurt he was already feeling, but there was something else tooāsomething that made his breath catch in his throat.
āIā¦ Iām terrified, Oscar. Iāve always been terrified of losing you, of messing this up, of losing the best thing in my life. And thatās why I neverā¦ I never let myself feel what I was feeling. I thought if I pretended it wasnāt there, we could stay the same forever.ā
He closed his eyes, letting her words wash over him. He could hear the desperation in her voice, the regret, the love she had been too scared to admit. It mirrored everything he had felt for so long, everything he had been too afraid to say.
Tears stung at the corners of his eyes as the message continued, her confession unfolding in a way he had never imagined but had always longed for. The voicemail ended with her pleading, the words echoing in his mind, āPlease, Oscar, donāt walk away. I love youā¦ I love you so much, and Iām begging you to give me a chance to make this right. Pleaseā¦ please donāt leave me.ā
He sat there, stunned, the silence that followed almost unbearable. He played the message again, needing to hear it one more time to believe it was real. As Y/Nās voice replayed, full of vulnerability and love, something shifted inside him. The anger he had felt earlier began to melt away, replaced by a deep, aching love that had never gone away.
Just as the message ended for the second time, Oscar became aware of a presence behind him. He turned around slowly and saw Y/N standing a few feet away, her face pale and tear-streaked, her eyes wide with uncertainty. She must have found him while he was listening to the voicemail, and now she stood there, silent, waiting.
For a moment, neither of them said anything. The weight of the situation hung between them, both of them trying to process what had just happened. Finally, Oscar broke the silence, his voice soft and tentative.
āYouā¦ you really mean that?ā he asked, his gaze locking onto hers, searching for any sign that this was all some kind of cruel joke.
Y/N nodded, her voice trembling as she spoke. āEvery word, Oscar. I mean it. Iāve been so scared of ruining what we had that I didnāt realize I was ruining it by pushing you away. But I do love you. Iāve loved you for so long, and Iām so, so sorry it took me this long to realize it.ā
Oscar stood up, taking a hesitant step toward her. āI didnāt want to lose you either,ā he admitted, his voice thick with emotion. āI thought if I kept my feelings to myself, we could just keep going the way we were. But it was killing me, Y/N. Watching you with Jakeā¦ it felt like I was losing you, and I didnāt know how to stop it.ā
Y/N took a shaky breath, stepping closer until they were just inches apart. āYou were never going to lose me, Oscar. Youāre my best friend, and you always will be. Butā¦ I want more than that. I need more than that. I love you, and I want to be with you, if youāll have me.ā
Oscarās eyes softened, the pain of the past weeks slowly fading as he looked at her, really looked at her, and saw everything he had ever wanted. āOf course Iāll have you,ā he said, his voice breaking slightly. āIāve wanted that for so long, Y/N. I love you too, more than anything. I justā¦ I didnāt think you felt the same.ā
She smiled through her tears, reaching out to take his hand. āI do, Oscar. Iām sorry it took me so long to see it, to admit it. But Iām here now, and Iām not going anywhere. I promise.ā
Oscar pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as if he was afraid she might slip away if he let go. āI donāt want to lose you,ā he whispered into her hair, his voice filled with relief and love.
āYou wonāt,ā Y/N whispered back, burying her face in his chest. āIām not going anywhere, Oscar. Iām right here, and Iām not letting you go.ā
They stood there in the quiet night, wrapped in each otherās arms, the weight of unspoken words finally lifted. It wasnāt going to be easy, but they had each other, and that was all that mattered. In that moment, they both knew they had found something worth fighting for, something that had always been there, waiting for them to finally see it.
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max is streaming and olivia just starts putting like hair clips in his hair and doing him hair styles and putting on some kids makeup on his facesšš this is so girldad
Daddy's Girl āMV1
So so cute this request!!š„²š
It was a Saturday afternoon and Max was at home with his wife and daughter Olivia. Max, being on a vacation from the world of f1, was enjoying some time off, so that day he had decided to do a live on Twitch since he hadn't done one in a while.
While Max played concentratedly on the virtual track with his friends, the chat was filled with comments. Suddenly, the sound of small footsteps echoed in Max's room. Olivia, with her small pink backpack with the Disney princesses logo, made her triumphant entrance.
Viewers couldn't believe their eyes when Olivia appeared on screen. Max, still focused on the race, seemed taken aback when he heard the rustle of her small backpack.
Out of nowhere, Olivia pulled out a Barbie makeup set, complete with a variety of bright and colorful colors along with butterfly and flower clips. With the confidence of a professional makeup artist, she approached her unsuspecting father, who was still competing against his friends.
While she laughed with joy, Max played along, pretending to be a serious player with a new hair and matching makeup.
She delicately applied brightly colored makeup along with small sparkles in his eyes, creating a masterpiece on his father's face, much to the delight of the viewers.
''Daddy smile to put you pink blush''
''Like this?'' Max said without taking his eyes off the screen.
''Yes''
Just before finishing her work she told her father to put on ''duck lips'', Max not knowing what that meant took a quick look at what his daughter was trying to say before copying her action to put lip gloss on him.
"You look bonita, papa!" Olivia exclaimed, using her limited Spanish vocabulary she had picked up from her mom.
''Thank you very much angel , all this thanks to you''
Before Olivia left she could hear her uncle Lando tell her father "Max, you've never looked more handsome mate!", clearly mocking him but with Olivia's innocence, she happily approached her father, grabbed the small microphone and said with a loud voice ''Uncle Lando, you will be my next client!''
''Of course he will, angel'' Max responded, laughing with his little girl.
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race against the clock
criminal minds | aaron hotchner x reader
content warnings: canon-typical violence, guns, death (unsub), panic attack, kidnapping, mild injury.
collection: whumptober 2024, day 1: race against the clock/search party/panic attack.
āDrop the weapon!ā Morgan yelled. Hotch looked at Morgan, and then to where Morgan was looking. The rest of the police force did the same, and suddenly, twenty guns were all drawn on him- the man who had you. He had a gun, too, but he wasnāt aiming it. He held it in his left hand, which Hotch- and you- had known was his dominant one, by the characteristics of the stab wounds that he had left on his victims. Stab wounds that he mightāve- Hotchās breath hitches- left on you. āWhere is she?ā Hotch yells. Another agent had been talking, maybe Morgan, but he didnāt give a shit right now. āWhat have you done with her?ā
Aaron Hotchner knows how to keep his cool. Probably better than anyone on the team. In fact, he was the one to remind everyone to do just that before they breached the doors on this unsubās decrepit cabin.
The woods were dark and eerie, as they always are on these types of days. It was some hour past midnight, Hotch couldnāt recall- all the numbers had started to blur together. The only time he had in his head was twelve hours, twelve hours since youād gone missing. Taken right out of the parking lot of the precinct.
At least there hadnāt been much question about who had taken you. Finding the unsubās cabin had been easy once Garcia had been given a name. Hotch only hoped recovering you would be that easy, and that youād be unharmed.
āFBI! Open the door!ā a man fully decked out in black SWAT gear and significantly more firepower than Hotch yelled, pounding on the front door.
The slats of the porch creaked under their feet, the paint flaking off the railings and the door-frame. The light shining through the smudged windows was the only clue this place was even inhabited.
There wasnāt even a car in the driveway.
The battering ram took the rotting door clear off of its hinges. The SWAT team fans out inside, searching room after room. Hotch hears them yelling āclearā as they proceed through the house. He waited with baited breath. If it were up to him heād have been inside with them, but they knew this guy had lots of firepower at his disposal, so it was SWATās job to clear the house. Which, they had. Finding no one inside. Not even you.
Hotch felt the small balloon of hope inside him pop; the wind had been knocked out of him without so much as a physical punch. The SWAT team filed back out of the house. There was no unsub, and there was no sign of you.
A loud bang pierced the quiet night air.
The entire assembly of police and FBI agents all whirled around, guns drawn without a second thought. No one knew where to point them, though. The dark forest pressed in on all four sides of the cabin, the dirt road driveway even consumed by darkness after a few hundred feet.
āDrop the weapon!ā Morgan yelled. Hotch looked at Morgan, and then to where Morgan was looking. The rest of the police force did the same, and suddenly, twenty guns were all drawn on him- the man who had you. He was half-hidden by the shadows cast by the tall pine trees, the moonlight unable to illuminate anything this far down from the forest canopy.
He had a gun, too, but he wasnāt aiming it. He held it in his left hand, which Hotch- and you- had known was his dominant one, by the characteristics of the stab wounds that he had left on his victims.
Stab wounds that he mightāve- Hotchās breath hitches- left on you.
āWhere is she?ā Hotch yells. Another agent had been talking, maybe Morgan, but he didnāt give a shit right then. āWhat have you done with her?ā
The unsub smirked, his grubby little brows furrowing, beady eyes narrowing, as he stared at Hotch.
āAnswer me!ā Hotch screamed. His voice broke on the last word.
āTake it easy, man,ā Morgan said, placing a hand on his shoulder.
āLet the others talk to him. Take a breath.ā
Taking a breath seemed like an objectively good idea, but Hotch found, he could not. His chest felt tight, like a rope was being pulled taut around him. His vision had begun to swim, the only thing he was focused in on was that disgusting, abhorrent man who had- who had-.
āHotch,ā Morgan repeated. He holstered his gun and took Hotchās from him. āCome here. Donāt let him see you like this. Thatās what he wants.ā
āI needā¦ā Hotch gasped. His hands were tingling, his fingers cramping. He tried to make fists with his hands as he followed Morgan back and around the back of an SUV, hidden from the unsubās line of sight, but his hands werenāt cooperating. āI need to get her back, Morgan.ā
What was happening to him? He had never felt like this before. He wouldnāt even be able to fire a gun like this, not with his hands cramping. How was he supposed to do anything?
āIs- are they talking to him?ā Hotch peeked around the side of the SUV. He saw Spencer, his hands out placatingly, trying to talk to the unsub. He trusted Spencer, he trusted all of his team, but he needed to be out there. What if the unsub said something that they all missed. That only Hotch could put together. What if he said that he had killed you? Stabbed you, like all the others, or worse? āI need to- Morgan, give me my gun.ā
āHotch, relax,ā Morgan tapped his shoulders again, trying to draw his attention back. āFocus on me. Breathe, slowly. Youāre hyperventilating. Youāre panicking, man. Youāre no help to her like this.ā
āMorgan, sheās not just- fuck- sheās not just an agent, sheās- weāre-,ā Hotch stammered.
āI know, Hotch. We all know. And weāre going to find her.ā
Hotch felt his hands relaxing, his chest loosening, his composure returning, like clouds parting after a storm. Leaving a clear sky. He needed to focus on finding you, and he couldnāt do that if he was panicking. He held his breath and counted to seven and then exhaled and did it again, until his hands were steady and his vision was clear.
āI told you,ā Hotch heard the unsub groan to Spencer, āI donāt want to talk to you. I want to talk to Hotch. To Aaron.ā
Morgan handed him his gun back and they left the shelter of the SUV. The unsub was still talking with Spencer, but had clearly noticed Hotchās absence. The unsubās gaze had flicked to track Hotch as he strode to the front of the crescent of officers. He kept his gun at his side- enough officers had their guns trained on the unsub anyways- in an attempt to be non-threatening.
āIām Aaron,ā Hotch said. He stepped forward, closer to the unsub. Hotch scanned his clothes, hands, arms, boots, everything, for any trace of blood, or dirt, or any clue as to where you were hidden. āWhat do you want to talk about?ā
āI think you know what I want to talk about,ā the unsub huffed a laugh. āYou were all she wanted to talk about.ā
Wanted? In the past tense?
Hotch felt the panic rising again. He took a deep breath. He could do this, he could stay focused for you. He had to, if he ever wanted to see you- alive, or otherwise, again. He had to pretend this was no different than any other case, that you were just another victim. That was the only way for him to avoid panicking- something he had never known he needed to avoid doing, before. Before you. Before he cared about someone as much as he cared about you, before you were put in danger.
āWhat else did you talk about?ā Hotch asked. He needed information, any small hint at where the man had hidden you.
āPlenty.ā The unsub shifted his weight from foot to foot, his left hand flexed around the hilt of his handgun. āWe talked about how I couldnāt wait to shoot you. How that would be more painful to her than any physical would I could inflict. She begged me not to. Have you ever heard her beg before?ā
The unsub began to raise his left arm up, gun in hand, but before it passed his waistline, a hail of bullets rained down on him. His body hit the ground before Hotch could even blink.
āNO!ā Hotch shouted. He holstered his own gun, and kicked the unsubās gun away from his side. He sank to his knees, suit pants sinking into the damp mud and pine needles. Hotch knotted his fists in the manās shirt, and shook him, hard. āWhere is she?ā
āHotch,ā Emily murmured, somehow kneeling beside him now.
āHotch, heās gone.ā
āTell me where she is, you bastard!ā Hotchās voice had begun to go raw from screaming. He shook him one more time. Then he noticed: the dark, round hole in the center of his forehead.
Hotch released his grip on the unsubās body and stumbled to his feet.
His knees were wet from the mud, and maybe from the blood that had undoubtedly already pooled out around the body from the various gunshot wounds.
Now we have nothing, he thought, pushing past the crowd of officers. He glanced at the empty driveway. Not even a car.
Not even a car.
Hotch whipped around.
āFollow the tire tracks!ā he ordered, breaking into a run. āHe has to have used the car to move her. Wherever it is, she is.ā
He pulled out his flashlight and shone it on the dirt driveway. The earth was wet and covered in pine needles, making it difficult to analyze what he found. Two divots on each side of the path denoted the place the tires mustāve usually rested when the car was parked. They extended down the path through the forest, down a few miles to the main road. There wasnāt much room between the trees for the car to have pulled off, but he mustāve found somewhere, because if he had taken you to the main road, the officers at the roadblocks there would have seen him.
Hotch broke into a run, shining his flashlight ahead of him, looking for the slightest disturbance in the forest floor. He heard footsteps and clamor behind him as the rest of the cops and his agents spread out into a search party. He knew they could get scent dogs out in a few hours, but your scent would be hard to track, if not impossible, especially if he was right and the unsub had moved you using a car. Searching on foot was Hotchās only hope to find you soon.
He had said that they had talked about shooting him- how it would be more painful for you than anything he could possibly have done to her.
Implying that you had to have been alive when the unsub shot Hotch- or had tried to.
The relief and hope that flooded Hotch at that realization almost distracted him enough to miss what he had finally found- a tire track, veering off between two trees that the car had probably barely fit between. Hotch shone the beam of the flashlight on the trunks and noticed the bark had been scraped off, and chips of white paint were left in the gouges. You had to be somewhere close, if the unsub had walked on foot from where he had hidden you.
Hotch began yelling your name, and then, all the other officers started, too. They moved forward like in a grid search, looking behind every tree, kicking through the leaf cover for anything left behind. āI found the car!ā Morgan yelled. Then, the words that Hotch had been waiting to hear for the last twelve- now more like thirteen- hours: āI got her! Sheās alive!ā
Hotch ran towards the sound. The officers had already clustered around a small wooden structure, a hunting blind. A few meters behind it was the unsubās parked car. The area quickly became illuminated in bright white lights as all the cops present shone their flashlights on you.
Hotch watched as Morgan began to help you up. Your hands were zip-tied tightly behind your back; Hotch could see dried blood around your wrists where they had cut into your skin. A pair of zip ties hung off of your ankles- Morgan must have just cut them off. He used his pocket knife to slash the ones holding your wrists together, too. Your hair was disheveled and full of leaves and debris, like you had been dragged along the floor, and a huge gash and bump to your right temple, like youād been pistol whipped, glowed in the bright light of the flashlights.
āWhere is he?ā you sobbed, clinging onto Morganās arms as he helped you out of the blind. āIs he dead?ā
āHeās dead, sweetheart,ā Morgan tried to soothe you and pull you in for a hug, but you pushed him away, more strongly than you shouldāve been able to after being tied up for so long.
āNo!ā you wailed. āHow could you let this happen?ā
Confusion flashed on Morganās face, and through Hotchās mind.
Then, he realized. The unsub had known that he would die when he faced the police, but he knew that his final act would be to psychologically torture you, leaving you to wonder if one of the gunshots you had heard had been him shooting Hotch, like he had promised you heād do as his final act.
Morgan had misunderstood your question. He had just told you that Hotch was dead.
Hotch finally closed the distance between the two of you. He grabbed your shoulders and spun you around to face him. A broken sob wrenched its way out of your throat, tear tracks already cutting through the layer of dirt and dried blood on your face.
āAaron,ā you croaked. āOh, thank God.ā
āIām here,ā Aaron murmured beside your ear, so softly no one else could hear. It was just you and him now, in your own world. The secrecy of your relationship be damned, he would deal with the consequences later. āIām right here. Iāve got you.ā
You broke down sobbing into his arms, all the fight flooding out of you as soon as you realized that Hotch was alive. The dehydration, the hunger, the fear, and the pain in your head all rushed back in. Hotchās arms tightened around you, the only thing holding you up anymore. His face was smushed into your dirty hair, the blood on your wrists was staining his shirt and tie, but neither of you noticed, nor would you have cared if you had.
āI knew you- I knew youād find me,ā you gasped, fisting his shirt in your trembling fingers. You stared up at him, into his beautiful glossy brown eyes, committing every inch of his face to memory. You had thought youād never see him again, never hear his voice again, never feel his touch again. āWhen I heard the shots, I thought- oh, my God- I thought you were-.ā
āShh,ā Aaron soothed. He wrapped a hand around the back of your head, near the base of your skull, and guided your face into the crook of his neck. His voice cracked and he cleared his throat, a wet, raw sound. āI know.ā
āI thought heā¦ā you mumbled into his neck, the words dying on your parched lips, or before that, in your sore throat. āAaron.ā
āIāve got you, honey,ā he murmured back, cradling your head so softly in his big hands. āYouāre safe now.ā
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maxverstappen simply lovely race š what an amazing weekend and victory in jeddah, thank you all for your incredible support šøš¦
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yourinstagram another fabulous performance #mv01 š„š„š„
redbullracing incredibly strong race today, a 1-2 finish is all we could have asked for š
user1 tu tu tu du max verstappen! user2 fastest pit stop too.
yourinstagram made me so proud max, ik houd van je š
maxverstappen ik hou ook van jou mijn liefste ā¤ļø user3 they said they loved each other in dutch. user4 he also called her 'his sweetheart' š„¹ user5 max and yn are literally the it couple on the circuit rn. user6 right? three time world champion and a bestselling author. user7 they so need to make a movie about it. user8 or a book, imagine a twisted lies style drama š
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user11 presenting our four time world champion everyone!
user12 we're only on the second race of the season š user13 i mean if last year's anything to by, that's enough.
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yourinstagram it's supposed to be fun, turning twenty-one...
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user1 faster than the flying dutchman?
user2 yoo-hoo, @.maxverstappen where are you? user3 right? like he's usually the first one here...
carmenmmmundt happy birthdayš„
danielricciardo happy 21 yn š¾
user4 why isn't max in the pictures?
user5 he's been busy with the belgian gp! user6 dude, that finished on sunday ā it's the next saturday. user7 he's prolly just really stressed, he hasn't won since canada. user8 yeah, but yn through him a massive party last year. user9 so? circumstances were different... she isn't busy 24/7. user10 she literally has a job.
alexandrasaintmleux belle filleā£ļø
charlesleclerc joyeux anniversaire š
user11 that caption's giving me bad vibes...
user12 me too! user13 its from all too well, that's such a sad song š user14 i wonder why she chose it? user15 this better not be a sign.
user16 seriously? where is max, it's been 24 hours...
user17 check their stories, they're like done done. user18 noooooooooš user19 she gave so many signs...
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maxverstappen 5 wins in 5 races - thank you for your support in monza, baku, singapore, texas and sao paulo. you've made me happier than you know, happier than i've ever been before.
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user1 he really do be out here pretending he didn't break yn's heart.
user2 of course, he needs to maintain his bravado. user3 otherwise people, and he will realise, he messed up. user4 i can't believe he's trying to snub our girl yn.
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redbullracing max verstappen wins the world drivers championship 2024, after an outstanding race at the las vegas street circuit that leaves him at with a 62 point lead in the standings ā¤ļø š š
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user1 max, max, max, super max, max
user2 tu tu tu du max verstappen user3 i called it! i said he'd win the wdc back in jeddah š
user4 were you standing in the hallway with a big cake? happy birthday.
user5 of course, he just painted yn's bluest skies the darkest grey. user6 you are getting pressed for a breakup you know zero about! user7 max literally said it in his interviews and his statement. user8 they broke up because he was too busy. user9 ergo, he wasn't there for her, not even on her birthday!
lewishamilton amazing work - congratulations max
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danielricciardo maaaax verstappennnnn! four time world champion.
user11 why'd I read that like pierrreeee gaslyyyyy? user12 me tooš daniel's an icon.
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user13 real question here is, what's a lifetime of achievement?
user14 especially when he pushed her to the edge. user15 right like did you see her in miami, she looked so sadš user16 we all know she was just too nice too leave. user17 i'd have dumped his ass ages ago.
user17 definition of a LEGEND
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f1Ā š© Red flag in the Abu Dhabi as Max Verstappen suffers a huge crash. The medical rescue team is currently trying to get the Red Bull driver away the resultant debris and fire as safely as possible.
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GOODBYES ARE BITTERSWEET | Sebastian Vettel ā©āĖ.ā PART 1: I'LL SEE YOUR FACE AGAIN [NEXT PART]
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rb sebastian vettel x gf!reader
word count: 4095
summary: seb's gf finds out she's pregnant, and she decides that hiding her pregnancy is the best she could do due to seb's career
warnings: pregnancy, mentions of cheating, curse words, angst, fighting. set on may 2013. for a bit of background: reader and seb have been friends since they were literal babies, but growing up their feelings changed and started dating on 2006.
a/n: this is actually the first chapter of the very first series, Infinity, i posted here! i had to cancel it because i had some problems with wattpad people telling me through indirects i copied their work and i got very, very unmotivated with this story i absolutely love (when actually this was a draft I had of a tom holland fic back in 2017 lol), but i'd love to post the following parts if you like this one! feedback is appreciated, as well as reblogs <3
Ā© VETTELSVEE (2024). please, do not steal, copy or translate my works. thanks for reading!
You pulled the flush and got up, being careful not to get dizzy. You took some paper and wiped the corners of your mouth to remove any possible traces of vomit. You headed to the sink automatically, quickly pulling out the toothbrush youāve gotten used to carrying since nausea became part of your daily routine. You really tried to get rid of the acidity in your throat and the bad taste in your mouth, but as you expected, and knowing you've been experiencing this more times than you'd like in the past month and a half, it was impossible.
"Y/N, are you still there? Are you okay?" Britta's voice, accompanied by a few knocks on the door, snapped you out of your trance. You startled and forced yourself to answer, even though it was the last thing you feel like doing.
"Yes, Iām coming. Just a sec!"
"Donāt take too long," she replied. "Not that I donāt want you to take your time, but Seb is worried."
Panic-stricken, you suppressed a laugh that almost escaped.
If only he knew what you were about to doā¦
"Donāt worry, Iāll be right out," you answered.
You stared at yourself in the mirror, contemplating your own reflection longer than youād like. Minutes passed, and you almost completely lost track of time, aware that you needed to put an end to the intrusive thought that was telling you that what you were about to do was, wrong but inevitably the best thing.
You were going to break away from everything youāve wanted since you were a child just because things hadn't turned out "right." Seb was at the peak of his professional career, constantly surpassing himself in every race, making history, while you remained stuck in your hometown, working at a bar, dealing with drunks and immature kids pretending to be adults daily, because you didnāt have the luck, or perhaps the financial means, to study what you had dreamed of since you were a child who just wanted to make music.
You leaned on the sink, feeling the cold starting to penetrate your body. A great tremor shook you, and it became increasingly difficult to stay on your feet. Your eyes filled with tears as you confronted the reality of what you were about to do, of the decision you'd made.
Since your boyfriend began not only achieving his dreams but making a name for himself, you thought you didnāt deserve him because you were heading in the opposite direction. Now that youāve gotten pregnant by him, possibly because the birth control pills you were taking failed for some unknown reason, you felt like this even more.
Despite the love you still felt and possibly always will feel for Sebastian, since you took the pregnancy test with Hanna at one of the most secluded malls in Heppenheim, you knew that letting him know he was going to be a father was never part of your plans.
"Come on, Y/Nā¦" you told yourself, still staring at your reflection. "This is for Seb. You're doing this for him and his career."
You took a deep breath a couple more times, feeling the knot in your throat choking you. You looked at the girl full of insecurities you were one more time. Her eyes reflected doubt and, above all, fear, and you sadly sensed that it will continue to be this way from now on.
Trying to control yourself, you slowly opened the bathroom door, as if wanting to torture yourself. Britta was sitting in one of the chairs, reviewing something in a notebook until you closed the door a bit harder than you meant to.
"Are you really okay?" she asked again, giving you an uncertain look. "I've been hearing you vomit for several weeks now. Donāt you think you should go to the doctor?"
The knot in your throat seemed to tighten even more. See a doctorā¦ Of course youād been to the doctor! Four weeks and, as of today, four days pregnant was the answer, but no one beyond your parents and your best friend could know.
"Yes, Iām fine," you replied quickly, trying to fake your answer as best as you could. "Donāt worry. Itās probably just a bit of stress," you added, praying she believed you. "I haven't had time to see a doctor, but I assure you, with all my heart, that everything is fine."
And that's why you're leaving the love of your life today.
Britta seemed to hesitate for a moment. Her lips remained slightly open, as if she wanted to say something. Her look gave you the feeling that she didn't quite believe what you were saying.
"Whatever you say, Y/N," she finally said, standing up from her seat. "But seriously, if you need to talk or anything, Iām here for you."
"I know."
"Well, seeing that you're as calm as a lake, weād better hurry up," she told you. "The last free practice session is about to start, and Seb is probably worried why we havenāt come back yet."
You prepared to leave the room with her. You were more than sure to go with her, but as you were almost out the room, you realize it was now or never.
You stopped before going from the driverās room to the garage, watching Britta hurry down the stairs, probably aware that you were running late even though there were still about forty-five minutes before the session started.
"Wait, Britta. Just a sec!"
You were convinced your shout from the top of the stairs was heard by more people than youād like. You wished you could turn invisible as you saw some eyes on you, including Brittaās, which made it hard to speak, and not to mention the variety of emotions you were feeling inside you.
You needed to calm down and act a bit better, or everything youād been mulling over will end up falling apart.
"Iād like to talk to Sebā¦ alone," you finally said.
"Y/N Y/L/N," she said your name much more seriously now. "Youāve told me that everything is fine, butā¦ are you sure it really is? Are you sure nothingās wrong?"
No, everything is wrong, and yes, more things are happening than Iād like.
You knew you could trust Britta completely. You were sure that if you told her the news before you did to Seb, she wouldnāt say anything, at least not right away. You wanted to do it; in fact, youād love to do it because she was like a second mother to you, but you knew you couldn't because, once you left, thereās a really high chance she might end up telling him everything in a moment of weakness.
"Yes, yes, Iām fine. Itās nothing serious, donāt worry," you replied with a sigh, trying to console the PR woman and yourself. "I just need to talk to him aboutā¦ well, a minor issue."
"Of course. Go get him, Iāll wait here. Heās probably talking to Rocky or Horner about who knows what. He hasnāt gone far, especially considering how eager he was to see you."
"Can you get him for me?" you let it out casually.
You ignored her last comment because now, your nerves were eating you alive. Britta seemed to notice your anxiety, so you were grateful she ignored it and acted as if nothing is wrong.
You sighed in relief when you saw her nod, and you couldn't stop thanking her out loud for what she just did for you.
"Lie down on the physioās couch and try to rest a bit, you look a bit pale," she insisted. Reluctantly, and after repeating it a couple more times, you finally listened to her. "Seb will be here soon. You know heāll drop everything when it comes to you."
And it was true. Once she left, you remained lying down, drawing small shapes on your stomach with your index finger. As you whispered things to what would supposedly be your child, a whirlwind of varied thoughts flooded your mind.
A small pressure settled in your chest as you became aware that the idea of breaking up with Sebastian was becoming a reality. You didn't want to face it and largely refused to, but you knew that for both of you, especially him, it was actually the best.
Hiding the truth from the guy youād loved longer than youād like to admit is exactly the opposite of what you should do, but because he was the most important person in your life, and you knew him almost as well as yourself, you knew he'd have time to play moms and dads in real life.
This year, the only thing he should focus on was winning his fourth Formula 1 World Championship, not learning how to change diapers or feed a baby.
Your thoughts vanished when the door opened abruptly, startling you. Seb appeared with his suit hanging at his waist, hair completely tousled, and a face revealing worry matching the situation you havenāt told him about yet.
"Sunshine! Britta told me youāre not well. What happened? Do you want to go to the doctor? I donāt care about missing the free practice: youāre the most important thing."
The German quickly took your cheeks in his hands. You hadnāt even sat up, and he was already trying to warm your face with his palms, moving it from side to side and examining you as if he was a doctor with the solution to your problems.
"Iām fine, love, relax," you said, breaking free from his grip.
"I know you better than Iād like, Y/N. Youāre pale," he pointed out. "You rarely get pale. The last time I saw you like this was when the police chased us after they caught you doing an illegal concert in the school square."
Your anxiety grew more at his perception. You couldn't hide the lie you concocted with Hanna for much longer.
"Seb, really, Iām fine," you insisted, swallowing hard as you tried to find the right words.
He didn't seem to agree with your answer once again, and he didn't seem willing to let it go easily.
For a moment, you were tempted to tell him the truth, especially when you noticed his eyes fixed on you, not intending to look away until he found out what you really wanted to sayā¦ As if he wants to know that he was going to be a father next January if your gynecologistās calculations and the latest technology were correct.
You mustered the courage to look him in the eyes. His concern overwhelmed you completely. When he made a move to hug you and you fell into his arms, you knew you couldn't keep dodging the truth.
"Sebā¦" you started to say, slowly pulling away from him, "the truth is that... well, there's something wrong."
He clenched his jaw and got very serious.
"Tell me, Y/N. Whatever it is, you know you can tell me."
"I know, love. I want to tell you everything, butā¦" you began calmly, your voice breaking. "This is different, and itās going to be a bit difficult."
"What do you mean by different and difficult? Y/N, whatās going on?"
Your hands fidgeted nervously as you tried to find the best way to cause him the least harm possible. You noticed that the German's nervous and worried tone had dissipated, and now it was anger that seemed to be consuming him.
"I want to tell you, but I donāt know how to do it without hurting you," you admitted in a whisper.
There it was, you had let it slip.
You didnāt know what else to say, so you decided to wait for Sebastianās response. Anguish had taken hold of him, and you knew he was waiting for your words as much as you were waiting for his.
His behavior wasnāt helping you; on the contrary, the feeling of guilt was consuming you, as you had foreseen, but there was no turning back now.
It was impossible for you to even think coherently enough to say something that made sense.
You watched as your boyfriendās gaze turned into pure pain, a pleading search for answers that you didnāt dare to give him.
"Sebā¦" you spoke again, struggling to maintain your composure and reaching for his hand at the same time. "I need you to listen to me, please."
"I just want you to tell me the truth, Y/N," he called you by your full name. That was the indicator that things werenāt going well and wouldnāt be again. "Whatever it is, Iāll be able to deal with it."
"I donāt want us to be together anymore," you declared. "Iām not in love with you anymore. I havenāt been for about a month or so."
The silence that flooded the room after your false confession was too uncomfortable. His eyes filled with tears; yours did too, but for a different reason than his.
He thought you had stopped loving him when, in fact, you loved him more than ever, especially now.
"Why are you telling me this? Why, Y/N?" he wanted to know. "I thought we were greatā¦ I really believed we were better than ever."
"I donāt know, Seb," you murmured between sobs, trying to hide your face so he wouldnāt see how truly affected you were. "There areā¦ there are couples that stop loving each other, and thatās what I think has happened with me. With us."
"What can I do to make you fall in love with me again? I canāt lose you. I canāt lose the sunshine of my life, not when we promised each other a life together."
"You canāt do anything, Seb, and Iām really sorry," you falsely admitted with sadness, trying not to succumb to his desperate plea.
"Sometimes things stop being what they were in the beginning, and, wellā¦ ours is no longer what it used to be."
"Of course, itās not what it used to be! Everything was getting better until you decided to drop this on me, Y/N!" Sebastian yelled at you.
"I was even going to ask you if you wanted us to getā¦"
"And thatās why I feel itās better if we move on, but each on our own path!" you interrupted with another shout.
Itās not real, Y/N. Everything youāre saying is a lie.
You inhaled and exhaled more times than you would have liked, but it felt necessary. This charade to try to make Sebās life a little better was not only costing you your relationship but also your mental health in the long run.
"Is there someone else, Y/N?"
Vettel's voice denoted anger. Rage consumed him at the possibility that there was an answer he didnāt want to hear. His fists, clenched tightly and turning his knuckles white, were proof of it.
"No, not exactly."
And once again, the camouflaged truth.
"What are you saying?" he spat at you, getting closer and closer, consumed by anguish.
"I mean not exactly, butā¦ yes. There is someone else, Seb," you admitted.
The shouts, full of reproaches, insults, and slurs, flooded the room.
You tried to turn a deaf ear. You thought this was all part of a performance and tried to convince yourself that in the future, everything would be fine when you knew it would be the opposite.
"How could you do this to me, Y/N?! How could you cheat on me after almost seven fucking years together?!" Sebastian shouted, taking out his anger on a vase on his desk, throwing it to the ground, spilling the water and the flowers he had given you just a day ago.
"Weāve been through so many things together. Weāve grown up together and fulfilled our dreams together, and now youāre leaving me for some guy you must have slept with on a whim?!"
"Do you think this is easy for me, Sebastian?" you replied, your words true for once. "Stop lying, okay? The only person who has fulfilled their dreams here is you," you said, showing your disagreement on that topic that you knew hurt you and that he had mentioned to hurt you. "While youāve been living your life as a driver and being the center of attention, Iāve kept working in the same disgusting bar full of creepy old men Iāve been working at since I finished high school," you shouted, furious. You knew this kind of stress wasnāt good for the baby, but right now you didnāt care. "Iāve been saving as much as I could to build a prosperous future even though my salary was a pittance, composing songs and singing them with the hope that theyāll reach someone someday and not be forgotten."
"Iāve told you a million times that you donāt need to work in that fucking bar full of drunk old men who fuck you with their eyes to have a good life," he protested, now much calmer. "With what they pay me we can live comfortably. It's more than enough for both of us."
"I know," you responded calmly, though you were on the verge of an anxiety attack, "but I also know that I can achieve things on my own without anyoneās help."
The blonde let out an ironic laugh. Immediately, he crossed his arms, lifted his head, and looked at you.
"Youāve always been too stubborn, Y/N. Now I see what your future expectations are. After all, I understand: if you never got into the Berlin Art Academy on your own, and youāre still working at the same place after so longā¦"
You stood still, not knowing what to say or do because you knew exactly what he meant with every word that came out of his mouth. It felt like your feet were cemented to the ground; his words continuously hitting you, wanting to hurt you more and more.
"How dare you to say that to me?"
If you were already shaken and almost broken after this whole conversation, now you were completely sunk. Seeing your reaction, tears streaming down your cheeks non-stop, he seemed to regret it.
Quickly, he approached you, opening his arms intending for you to bury yourself in them. You, as stubborn as he said you were, refused not only the hug but any physical and non-physical contact he wanted to have with you.
"Y/N, Iām sorryā¦ I didnāt mean to say that," yes, that was clear, but it had already been said, and the damage was done. "I was wrong. Please forgive me."
No matter how much he kept talking, trying to apologize and make amends, there was nothing else to do.
Without saying anything else, you began to gather all your belongings from the driverās room of who could now be considered your ex-boyfriend. You didnāt want to do it; you didnāt want to start the zero-contact phase with the boy you had loved since you were ten years old, the one who had loved you like no one ever had before and like no one ever would.
You were saying goodbye to the father of your child to venture into raising her alone so he could pursue his dream in peace and achieve all the successes he so longed for.
āWhat are you doing, Y/N?ā
āPacking. Iām leaving.ā
Your eyes were fixed on the floor, your hands fumbling with the few belongings left to pack in the small backpack you usually took to the paddock. Now, you would have to return to your hotel room and quickly pack everything into the suitcase, rush to the airport, and pray you didnāt miss the flight.
āWhat do you mean, youāre leaving?ā the blonde frowned, incredulous. āItās Friday, Y/N, we have the whole weekend ahead of us.ā
āWell, from now on, youāll have all the weekends to yourself,ā you shook your head, unable to bear his comments trying to make you stay. āFrom now on, you wonāt have me here on weekends, nor in your life. Iām leaving your life, and Iām not coming back,ā you repeated, emphasizing the finality of your words.
Vettel was speechless at your declaration. He kept shaking his head, approaching you, trying to take your belongings, but you stopped him.
No matter how much you wanted to, you werenāt going to stay.
āWhat do you mean by āleaving my life and not coming backā?ā
āIt means Iām going back to Heppenheim, Sebastian,ā you turned to him, trying to maintain composure. āIām going back, youāll also end up going back even though we liveā¦ you live in Switzerland,ā you immediately corrected yourself, ābut I hope we never see each other again.ā
The firmness behind your words scared you. Everything was a lie that, as the conversation progressed, had grown until you doubted what was real and what wasnāt.
āI really hope you achieve everything you are working hard for,ā you continued, insisting to yourself not to break down right there. āI hope you win the championship this year and get the four consecutive ones youāve wanted for. You, more than anyone, deserve all of it, and I know youāre capable of that and much more.ā
You said nothing more because you had stopped being strong. You left, without looking back, the room where you had spent much more time than imaginable, and one of the many places that made up the story starring Sebastian Vettel and you.
You carefully descended the stairs. You walked with a false sense of security through the RedBull garage, dodging any questions about why you were crying, where you were going, and if you had argued with the teamās golden boy, including the endless questions from Britta Roeske that you were trying to ignore at all costs.
You felt curious eyes following you wherever you went, but you didnāt care in the slightest. It was all done.
Now, it was just you and the little pea, or whatever size the baby was.
āY/N, wait!ā
Sebastianās desperate shouts echoed behind you, getting closer.
You stopped dead, clutching the only strap of the backpack hanging over your shoulder. You slowly turned toward the direction the voices seemed to be coming from and saw the driver running to you, almost choking, as he wiped tears from his cheeks and even those still falling from his eyes.
āI love you, Y/N.ā
His voice was choked, and his hands acted on their own. Still, it didnāt stop him from taking your face in his hands and pulling you into a kiss that unleashed a whirlwind of emotions, where you tasted each otherās tears as you had done many times in your relationship. Where you silently said millions of I love yous that only you and he knew perfectly.
āPlease, donāt go, sunshine,ā the German expressed. āWhatever it is, we can work on it, but please, donāt let us end.ā
āI love you too, Seb, but thereās someone else.ā
You finally confessedā¦ not in the most ideal way, but in the right one, especially considering what your goal was after all this trail of lies.
āThereās a new person in my life, and Iām afraid to say that no matter how much I love you, I love them more than I love you, and I always will,ā you continued, knowing that every word you were saying about your baby was true. āI love you, Sebastian Vettel, and Iāll never stop loving you, but that person is my main priority right now.ā
āHave you been unfaithful?ā
Sometimes silence is worth more than a thousand words. In this case, it was the exact opposite.
You stood in front of him for a few seconds, debating internally whether to answer or leave as calmly as possible, without attracting more attention than you already had. You decided on the latter because you couldnāt speak, and the tears wouldnāt let you see clearly; not to mention your judgment was so clouded that you couldnāt think clearly about the next step to end this nightmare.
You finally directed one last look at Seb; whispered that you loved him and always would, even though it was over between you.
All it took was for you to lower your head, turn around, and continue walking, fighting not to look back, to realize that you had made the biggest mistake of your life and would never, for anything in the world, be able to forgive yourself.
And you knew perfectly well that Seb wouldnāt either.
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To Have It All
Max Verstappen x Reader
Summary: Sometimes even the most fulfilling lives have something missing.Ā
Max Verstappen, three times World Champion, should have it all.
Many thought he did.
He was successful in his career, he was rich and yet, he was missing something.
He would be lying if he said he didn't know what that something was.
You.
He was missing you.
Being established in your own career, you once dated Max.
It had been a couple years.
You two broke up due to an argument on both of your part. Max was never around when you needed him and he argued that it was his career.Ā
It was a stupid argument.Ā
Definitely not something you would split up with someone over.Ā
Max has been missing you ever since.Ā
It was his biggest mistake to let you go and he knew it back then, he knows it now.
But ever since you two broke up, you never went to any races. He tried to find you, apologize and make up but you avoided him, and he didn't blame you for it.
The day you two broke up, he messed up in more than one.
He crashed due to a careless mistake with Hamilton and he put out his frustration on you.Ā
He shouldn't have. He had no right to do so.
But it wasn't the first time he blamed you for his mistakes on the track.
Today, as he stood on the podium yet again, on the brink of becoming a 3rd time World Champion, listening to his anthem, he felt empty.
He thought winning was everything, it was all his father ever told him.
And he used to believe it, but he wasn't so sure anymore.
He looked at the sea of people, some even booing at him. He felt their hate, yet he still watched them, hoping to see you.Ā
But you weren't there.
So, once he had his phone back in his hands, he pulled up your Instagram, to his surprise you didn't block him, he looked at your newest shared post, oh how he missed you.
Then, before he knew it was another race day.
He is starting from P1, no surprises there.Ā
He looked at your Insta again and saw a picture of the Paddock.Ā
His heart raced as his stomach dropped.
He was both nervous and excited.Ā
He still had time, according to the picture, you were close to the RedBull VIP.
So, he headed there.
Many people turned their heads as he passed them.
Soon, he saw Christian with his wife Geri as she was talking with you.
Christian soon left giving a small nod to Max.
You looked at Max and he saw you letting out a long sigh.
You looked just as nervous as he did, but you did have the balls to at least approach him first.
"Hi Max,"Ā
"Nice to see you." his voice did not match his nervousness thankfully.Ā
But he also knew that you could read him like an open book. You would know his true feelings even before he did.Ā
āCan we talk?ā Both of you said at the same time. You smiled and let him lead you to a secluded room where you could talk.Ā
āI posted the picture hoping you would see it. I guess it worked.ā
āYou set a trap?ā
āAnd you walked into it.ā You shrugged your shoulders as he looked at you dumbfounded. āCongratulations on your many wins this season. You deserve it.ā
āIt means nothing.ā
āThat is not true. Your fans are proud of you. And so am I.ā
āAre you no longer my fan?ā He almost sounded desperate.Ā
āNumber 1. Forever.ā
āIām sorry. I regret letting you go ever since. I am a dumbass. I took my anger out on you. If it means something, I still love you.āĀ he held his breath, afraid to move. He knew the next couple of minutes would decide his happiness. He watched as you took a deep breath before you smiled and looked into his eyes.
"It means everything." Max let out a sigh he wasnāt even aware he was holding.Ā
You were quick to rush into his arms and he hugged you close.Ā
He noted how you changed your perfume.Ā
He liked it.Ā
He had you back now. And he knew, at the end of the day when he won, you would be there to kiss him and cheer for him.Ā
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i can take it ā logan sargeant
pairing: logan sargeant x girlfriend!vowles!reader
summary: she finds out about what her father (her boyfriendās team manager) has been doing to him.
authorās note: i know it has all been denied by logan himself but i wanted to do it anyways. DO NOT TAKE IT AS A FACT OR TRUE EVENT.
word count: 1k
warnings: idk if there's any cursing, not proofread, sad logan, kind of daddy issues (?)
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you were at home, laying down on the couch watching a show while you waited for hunger. everything you had to do was already done and dinner was ready, but you werenāt hungry to eat it.
you were tired, tho. you could easily go to sleep right now, but you knew better than to go to sleep without eating first.
that was when your phone started to ring and your best friendās name appeared on the screen.
you stopped the show and picked up the call, putting it on speaker.
āhi?ā you stretched your body on the couch.
āhey, have you talked to logan recently?ā she asked, going straight to the point.
you could notice in her voice some kind of worry.
āhm, yeahā¦ why?ā
āand your dad?ā she asked again.
āwhat? no, not really.ā you answered, not sure about what was going on.
āopen up twitter, babe.ā her voice sounded alarmed. āi think you might want to do this on your own, iāll hang up now.ā
you simply hummed a goodbye and started to see the panic on your twitter mentions.
everyone knew about you and logan by now, so you were not surprised with all the tags from his fans, but it seemed like they needed explanations on a certain allegation.
āwhat the fuck?ā you screamed as you saw the caption of a podcast, your mind going red immediately.
itās like you were only capable of feeling anger.
thatās when you threw the blanket you had over your body away and got up. not caring about your clothing, that was just a pj, you got to your keys and left the house.
getting in your car, you drove as fast as legally possible to get to your fatherās office.
while driving, your mind recalled everything you had learned about your boyfriendās situation in williams.
a friend of a friend of logan told on a podcast that your boyfriend wasnāt even having fun in the team anymore. that was happening because of your father. apparently, the older vowles wasnāt giving logan the feedback he needed anymore and they were not on speaking terms.
you know how you say good morning to everyone? yeah, not even that.
you were more than pissed about all of this. you could understand that your father no longer had faith in logan, you did not agree with him but you could comprehend. but not even speaking to him? this was another level of childishness.
you got to your dadās office in a matter of minutes and immediately asked to talk to him. you were told to wait, but, impatiently, crossed the building until you reached his room on your own and didnāt even bother to knock before going in and slamming the door behind you.
āwhat the fuck is this about?ā you threw your phone on his table, an article opened.
āwhat?ā vowles asked, a puzzled expression on his face. he started to read and his expression went from confused to worried in mere seconds.
āyou are using silence treatment on logan?ā you asked, disbelief clear in your voice. he sighed as he supported his head with his hands. āyou can not do this to a driverā
another sigh.
you wanted him to say it was all a misunderstanding, that maybe this person was wrong or even lying. but you were just hurt when he spoke again.
āohā¦ this.ā he finally looked up at you. āwhat do you want me to do? pretend iām proud of the american like i donāt regret having him in my team?ā all you wanted to do in that moment was punch your father in the face. it was so not fair.
āyouāre being childish.ā you pointed out.
he angrily looked over at you, as if you were in the wrong. as if he was the one who had to explain how you were wrong and why.
āheās not talented enough for f1, y/n.ā you were already angry, but when you heard your own father talk about the man you loved that way you completely lost it.
you could not care less about how loud you were being. maybe it wasnāt the most mature thing to do, but calling your father and imbecile felt pretty damn good.
āhow the fuck is he supposed to deliver good results when he doesnāt have a clue about whatās going on?ā you asked, honestly waiting for an answer before you started speaking again because the man in front of you was speechless. āthe car isnāt good and the team isnāt good. youāre ruining it even more. he is talented and you know that, you just want to blame him for YOUR OWN mistakes.ā
everything you had been holding in for some time, just because he was your father, was finally out. it should feel better than it did. you should feel way better than you did.
āthatās not true. and you should be ashamed of your little boyfriend for spreading things like this around.ā
you couldnāt comprehend where this attitude came from. i guess you could really see how money changed people.
this was not the man you looked up to. this was not the father you wanted to be like when you were younger. and you had no problem of saying to his face that he had failed as a father.
āif thereās anything iām ashamed of, is being your daughter.ā you heard him start to complain, but you're already out the door when a proper word came out of his mouth. you rushed outside, too tired to fake smiles to people around you.
you needed to find logan. that was the only thing in your head.
tears already filled your eyes when you started the car, and you couldn't see properly, because of them, the whole way.
but you never gave in, none of them fell from your eyes until you were at his door and he looked at you, worry stamped on his eyes.
"hey? baby?" his hands rushed to the side of your face to make you look at him.
you couldn't help but notice how selfless he was. that made your heart sink. the way he always worried about other people first, even when he is in the worst position possible.
"i hate you." you let out, in a cry, and let your arms circle his body, pulling him to yourself.
logan let go of your face to pull you inside, and closer to him. he was as confused as one could be. and the circumstances he was put in during the day did not help him.
"baby, please tell me what's going on." he asked once your grip over him loosened and he could look at your face again.
"my dad..." logan's heart skiped a beat. he knew the older vowles disliked him, but he never thought he could actually put himself between you and logan. he was desperate to know the rest now. "what he's doing to you, that's so not right. so not fair." you finished, and heard your boyfriend let out a relieved sigh.
he was actually happy that it was about the whole williams situation, and not your dad poisoning your mind.
"baby." the driver starts, but his face tells you he doesn't regret not telling you. that doesn't anger you, like you thought it would. it actually makes you fall in love with him a little more.
"you never said anything, you stupid american." he couldn't help a chuckle at the nickname and you punched him in the chest. he realized just how serious you were about this and guilt rose in his chest.
"i didn't want you to worry, y/n."
his blue eyes were a little darker because of the lighting but you could still see the pain in them.
formula one was his dream as a kid, as a teenager and as an adult. he fought like hell to get there, and even when things got tight, he never gave up. you knew all about the financial struggles that would've ended his dream if it wasn't for williams.
they noticed his talent and helped him get to better categories of the sport he loved so dearly. and the boy? he loved that team and was so thankfull for them that it actually hurt you. your father actually helped ruining his path at formula one and still, that boy stood loyal and helped the team and his teammate in everything. standing by their calls and decisions even when they jeopardized his races.
"logan, i should've known about this from the start." you knew you could've done something for him if you knew about the situation sooner. maybe if you had talked to your dad, bringing some sense into that old head of his. anything but let this circus keep going until it reached this point. "what they're doing to you... it's so unfair."
"but i can take it, love." he smiled softly at you and you almost felt the urge to punch him. how could he think so low of himself that he didn't see how much he didn't deserve that treatment.
"i know you can, the thing is you shouldn't have to. let alone go through it on your own." you said in a higher voice, capturing all his attention. "logan do you realize that you're not having fun racing? you said it yourself." tears were no longer falling out of your eyes, and the ones on your face were starting to disappear. "you have loved this sport ever since you were born, and they are ruining it for you."
"i know that." he almost screamed. he was quick to apologize with his eyes, but you couldn't care less about the tone he was using. you wanted him to be angry, you needed him to let everything out. "i hate it all, y/n. but it's my dream to be where i am today."
"i know, logan. and that's what makes me more upset. their ruining your dream and you're smiling through it, letting it happen."
"i'm not 'letting it happen'." he said, hesitating a little. "i'm just... maybe if i did things a little better, i would not be in this situation but i didn't. and i have to deal with it." your expression softened and you let out a sigh.
"it kills me that you think that this is your fault." he started tearing up and you pulled him to yourself. he hid his face in your neck and you gently stroked the back of his head. "it's not your fault, baby. you are doing amazing for someone with so many difficulties."
you took your time in each others arms, calming down while feeling the touch of the person you loved.
"i'm sorry that i never told you. but it's your dad and i needed you by my side." he pushed himself back to look you in the eye. "i don't know if i could do it without you."
you were still not over everything he had told you, and would definitely come back to the topic sooner, but right now what mattered most to you was that logan felt loved and appreciated.
he was already going through a lot, and it killed you to see the man you loved like that.
"you will never have to worry about that because i'm here, logan. and i love you, always."
with his face in your hands, you leaned closer and peck his lips. that's enough for him to remember everything he was fighting for. he had to fight for himself. and with you by his side, he believed it was possible.
"i love you too, always." he leaned his forhead against yours. "thank you."
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star-crossed ā mv1
genre: angst, fluff, humor, lots of back and forth, smut
word count: 9.1k
Fixated, you and Max struggle to stay away from one another. All the while, everyone tries to convince you that it won't ever work out.
nsfw warning under the cut!
18+...penetrative sex, fingering
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cherry here!...as a wise person once told me: footnotes = crumbs. hope that helps!! enjoy :)
The table was long, practically going for miles, but not reallyāit was just your closest friends. They all converse with one another, talking about the upcoming season, the upcoming season, and oh, whatās that? The upcoming season. And youāve had enough of it, he can tell, so he gently rubs his thumb over your hand, easing your nervous tick.Ā
White florals lay neatly on the wooden top, fairy lights hang up above your heads, and Frank Sinatra plays from your fiancĆ©ās phone, connected to the Bluetooth.Ā
Pierre stands up firmly, clinking his glass with a spoon. When it doesnāt seem to get anyones attention, Alex lets out a loud whistle. Everyoneās heads turn. āMerdeāfinally. Well, first of all, welcome on behalf of the groom's best man!ā Crickets. His smile drops. āI-Its me. Iām the best man.ā
āMore like Best Party Killer. Sit down,ā Daniel yells, aiming a peony at his friend's head.Ā
The Frenchman swats it away, to which Kika glares as it hits her. He nervously chuckles, pecking her cheek, swiftly. āComme je le disaisā¦weāre here to celebrate two very important people. Can ya take a guess?ā
āWhy did you choose Pierre as your best man again?ā you whisper to the twenty-six year old. He shrugs, hushing you once before his watercolor eyes flicker back to his friend.Ā
āAny more guesses?ā
āOkay, thank you!ā you yelp, standing up and motioning him down. āThank you, Pierre, for saying a whole lot of nothing, really.ā
The blue eyed boy silently pleads, hands pressed together in prayer. āOui, oui, Iām done, Iām done.ā A warm hand snakes to wrap around your wrist and you sigh, sitting back down onto his lap. He clears his throat. āI thought we could go around andā¦share some stories about the soon-to-be husband and wife. Iāll start.ā
āGreat,ā Kika groans, massaging her temples.Ā
āSeptember 4, 2022.ā
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Circuit ZandvoortāSeptember 4, 2022 (Dutch Grand Prix)
āYou said it would be warm!ā
Lissie squeals when you reach out to pinch her forearm. āI said slightly warm. More so cool.ā A harsh glare. She winces. āYeah. Sorry about that.ā
Despite the evident goosebumps, you march your way over to the pen, awaiting your first interview. Lissie stands besides you, raising two thumbs up and a toothy grin. You got this! Your stomach churns as you fix your set up. Sheās right, youāve worked for this moment, day and night. You weren't going to mess up for any reasā
āShould I just come back later orā¦ā
Blinking, your heart stops beating as your mouth runs completely dry. He looks around for his publicist who just sighs and starts tugging him away.Ā
And weāre here with Max Verstappen, Lissie hissesāassisists. Coughing loudly, you bring up the microphone to your lips. āMax Verstappen!ā The RedBull driver turns back to face you, clearly puzzled. You cringe at your sudden outburst, but continue. āSo nice to see you. Saw you had a magnificent drive.ā
Blue eyes pierce basically through your soul. He smiles, shoulders relaxing, hands leaning against the barrier. āYeah. We did have a lot of luck on our side today. Plenty.ā
It wasnāt that hard to pick up from there, question after question being basically given to you, to which he answers with professional ease. His dimples even pop out with every punctuation, it makes your chest swell. You clear your throat, eyes flickering to your list that now narrows down to one last inquiry.Ā
āEveryone nowadays fears you, it seems like.ā He laughs, rolling his eyes. āBut I do have one questionāhow does it feel to be the villain in all of Formula One?ā
His smile slips away. āSorry?ā
āUh-oh,ā Lissie mutters.
But you donāt catch onto it, his sudden defensive tone, his dark glare. Beaming like the sun on the earth, you nod. āWell you arenāt the most liked, per se. Often hated by others. Do you think your dominance has affected your relationship with the drivers on the grid?ā
When you finally look up, you clearly notice his change in demeanor, and that makes you flinch. We should get going, his publicist squeaks, already pushing him away. Letās not air that last question, thank you.Ā
Fiercely, you turn to face your friend. āI still had a minute left!ā
āWhy would you say that?ā she screeches. āWhy, why, why?ā
You blink. āIām lost. What did I do wrong?ā
The brunette sighs, brown orbs analyzing the short clip. āYou got on Max Verstappenās bad side, thatās what.ā
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āTheir relationship had started ratherā¦rocky,ā Pierre announces, swaying his hands back and forth for emphasis. āBut donāt you worry! I. Fixed. Everything.ā
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āShe really said that?āĀ
Max whips his head to Checo, then to Yuki, then to Pierre. Each wears a loopy smile. He scowls. āSheās new here, she must beāIāve never seen her before. Who does she think she is?ā
āA legend, thatās who,ā the Frenchman retorts, almost high and mighty.Ā
Max takes a long sip of his energy drink before scoffing. āI donāt care if sheās royalty, Iām never willingly doing an interview with her ever again.ā
A few hours have now rolled by and youāve finally realizedāyou messed up. Here you go, basically painting him out to be the bad guy, when really, heās just a strong driver. No one thinks heās a villain, you think heās a villain.Ā
āYou think heās going to protest against me? Get me fired? Boycott? Hates me?ā
Lissie giggles, tidying up the equipment from the last round. āNo. No. No. Maybe?ā
Groaning, you hit your forehead over and over again with your clipboard before a sharp accent makes you stop. āHello.ā
āOh! Hi!ā
His lips stretch, then steps closer to you. āIām Pierreāā
āI know who you are,ā you cut him off. āItās so nice to meet you. Iāmāā
āNew?ā
Your cheeks burn up at his accuracy. āYes?ā
āI thought so,ā he pronounced with a goofy grin. Annoyance builds up inside of you but hold back and bite your tongue. The Frenchman fixes his sunglasses that lay on the bridge of his nose. āSoā¦Iām going to take the chance and say that what you asked wasnāt meant to hurt his feelings?ā
You soften up quickly. āI hurt his feelings?ā
A nose scrunch. āLet me backtrack; Max doesnāt have feelings, therefore thereās nothing to hurt, but he does hold killer grudges, so yeah.ā He lifts the frames. āHe doesnāt like you.ā
āLovely,ā Lissie mumbles from her spot besides you. āIs there a wayā¦weā¦can fix all this misunderstanding? Because thatās what this is! A misunderstanding!ā
The Alpha Tauri driver clicks his tongue in deep thought. āThereās not much to do other than apologize. Explain yourselves, maybe? Heās very Old-Fashioned.ā
āOkay, yes.ā You scurry down the paddock. āI could do that! I could so do that.āĀ
āOther way!ā he yells. Turning around, you see him pointing you down to the right. You giggle, nervously, and continue your sprint.
You catch him quite fast; his tall stature and blond hair are pretty easy to spot. āHeyāhi!ā Gasping for air, you clutch onto your side. āH-hello. Again.ā
His jaw ticks once, and in an eerie motion, a warm smile forms. You shudder. āYes?ā
āI just wanted to apologize about before. That was not the right thing to say, I am so sorryā¦please donāt demand for my release.ā
A dark brow quirks up, looks around, then back down to you. āIām not here to ruin your life, youāve got nothing to worry about.ā
You sigh in relief. āGod. Thank you, thank you, thank you.āĀ
Crouching down to you, he tilts his head to the side with a sly grin. āYouāre very welcome, but that doesnāt mean I like you.ā
Your breath hitches, shivers spreading like a wildfire. āSorry?ā
āYeah.ā He steps away. āYou already said that.ā
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āHe was a bit guarded. Definitely guarded.ā
āIsnāt this supposed to make me look good?ā your fiancĆ© grunts, dark eyes narrowing down on the Frenchman. āYou know what? Just sit down.ā
Pierre smirks. āSee? Guarded.ā
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Autodromo Nazionale MonzaāSeptember 11, 2022 (Italian Grand Prix)
āIām not a quitter.ā
āThere we go!ā
āBut he makes me want to quit.ā āOh, well now weāre back to square one,ā Pierre groans. āHeās being hard headed, thatās all. Iāll talk to him again, donāt worry.ā
And he does.Ā
It happens during one of the worst moments in your life; you werenāt wearing makeup.Ā
āYou lookāā
āHideous?ā You blush. āYeah, donāt even mention it.ā
He swallows, digging his hands deep into his pockets. āI wanted to apologizeā¦ for the way I reacted. It was immature.ā
āN-no, you had every right to be upset. I crossed the line and Iām sorry.ā
Max nods, Adamās Apple dancing up, then down. āTruce?āĀ
Staring down at his large hand, you smile and slip yours past it. āTruce.ā
And as a rare occasion, his smile meets his eyes, crinkles and all. The RedBull driver disconnects first, then rubs his jaw once before signaling down to your wet hair. āPool day, I see? Enjoying the benefits?ā
With a cheesy look, you shrug. āItās one way to relieve stress.ā
āYeahāand whatās another?ā
His tone is sultry and irresistible, you canāt help but rip your gaze away. āAnything that brings thrill, I suppose.ā A tick. āWhatever that may be.ā
āAnd what if itās something bad? Does that still count?ā
You laugh, throwing your head back. The Dutchmanās lips wobble as a weak attempt to not smile. āYouāre not a bad person, so yes.ā
His tongue clicks. āUh, I don't know. As I recall, you called me a villain?ā
Groaning, you gently smack his chest. āWill you ever let it go?ā
āMight take me a whileā¦ā
Just as youāre about to respond, your phone rings and you smile. āL-Lissie.ā
Ā The blue eyed boy nods. āAre you going to be interviewing me from now on?ā
āAhāis my ban lifted?ā
āYes.ā
You roll your eyes. āThen yes.ā Strolling past him, you wave. āSee you around. And put on some sunscreen. Itās good for you.ā
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āWhere are you even going with any of this?ā Lewis hollers from the end of the table, taking a sip of wine. āYouāve just been talking about yourself, not them.ā
Pierre scowls. āIām getting there!ā He returns his attention to the couple, gleaming. āSo, as you can imagine, once I weaseled my way in and fixed their problemsāyour welcome, by the wayāa certain spark came through. It was clearly evident.ā
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Marina Bay Street CircuitāOctober 2, 2022 (Singapore Grand Prix)
āNepo-Baby?ā
You hum. āThey all are.ā
Lissie groans. āSo how will I know which one?ā
āOh, youāll know.ā Squinting accusingly, the British girl sticks her tongue out before standing up, hands on her hips. She yawns. āI have to go find Will. Something aboutāwhatever, you probably donāt even care.ā
You giggle. āNope. Have fun.ā
Silence engulfs you as you close your eyes momentarily, pulling your coat over your chest.Ā
āDonāt you have to watch the race in order to report back on it? Ask questions?ā
āDude, I was just falling asleepā¦ā You peek an eye open. āAnd yes. But it hasnāt started, so I'm clear.ā
Max whistles, unimpressed. Falling down next to you on the fluffy couch, he places his hands over his stomach, closing his eyes, too. You try not to laugh and instead do the same.Ā
āHavenāt seen you around much.ā
āBeen hiding from you.ā
āSeems like. Donāt do that.ā
āFine.ā You grin, sitting up straight. āShouldnāt you be getting ready?ā
āProbably.ā
You snicker, pink tongue poking from in between your teeth. The cold air makes you snuggle deeper into your wannabe-blanket and he canāt help but take occasional glances. Teeth chatter. āCāmon. Iāll walk you.ā
ā...and I turned and said, isnāt that Celine Dion?ā Lissie waves her hands back and forth, swaying like a Fly Guy. She pouts, stopping her movements. āTurns out I was just really freaking high.ā Will laughs, jotting down God knows what onto a piece of paper as she continues cluttering herself with an obnoxious amount of wires. The British girl huffs. āYāknow, sometimes I wonder if it wasāā A sharp gasp. āHim? Oh myāitās him!ā
āDonāt you mean her?ā Will hums from his spot, still not looking up.
But wide-eyed Lissie stares with her jaw on the floor as you and Max cross by, laughing and pushing each other as you make your way down the paddock. As soon as you blush when he winks, it becomes all the more real. The young reporter nods, curled hair bobbing up and down.Ā
āR-rightāher.ā
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AutĆ³dromo JosĆ© Carlos PaceāNovember 13, 2022 (Brazilian Grand Prix)
āIs he cute? Yeah, maybe.ā A finger pinches her top lip before releasing. āIn a weird way.ā
āHey,ā you warn.
āIs he your type? Donāt know why, but yes. I could see why youāre into him.ā
āGreatā¦ā
āBut is he the right choice? No. Not at all.ā
ā...and fantastic.ā Flopping down onto your towel, you groan. Suddenly the blazing sun wasnāt the worst feeling because Lissie was right. Itās unbearable, almost. You prop up, facing her with a scrunched nose and squinted eyes. āDonāt you think youāre being a bit too harsh?ā
āOh no.ā A sip of coconut water. She purses her lips. āGod no.ā You sigh, slowly, then sprawl back down with a sour snarl. You can hear her debate; muttering, mumbling. Still, that doesnāt get rid of your bad mood. The brunette pokes your thigh gently, nibbling her bottom lip. āHeās just soāand youāre just soāā A beat. āIām just looking out for you.ā
āYeah.ā Waves crash harder. Sun beams brighter. You open up the bottle of sunscreen, spurting some onto your burnt legs. You rub briskly; up, down. She flinches. āYeah, I know.ā
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āAnd for a while, that was that,ā Pierre announces, feigning indifference. āNo more love birds.ā
āOh,ā George blurts. Dark brows pinch up, teasing smile playing out. āThen why are we here?ā
āOh God,ā you groan, digging your face into the nape of the twenty-six year old. You can faintly sniff out his musk scent, clean and so him. It makes you smile like a teen. āWhat if we just elope?ā
He chuckles, vibrating and sending you on your own personal rollercoaster. āWe always can. Is that what you want?ā And he asks because he knowsāno. Thatās not what you want. Separating yourself to peck his cheek, you shake your head with a playful pout. āNo. Thatās not what I want.āĀ
āGood.ā Watercolor eyes flicker to where Pierre finally gets yanked down and Lissie takes over with a proud smile. āBecause I think this is actually going somewhere.ā
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Bahrain International Circuitā-March 5, 2023 (Bahrain Grand Prix)
So you kept your distance, and oddly enough, he did too. For plenty of reasons. And it wasnāt even that hard, really. He spent his summer break traveling and you spent yours as a homebody. No texts, no calls, no nothing.
āHeads or tails?ā
āTails.ā
A sly grin. The silver coins flips a couple rounds before jumping up and down, clapping. āHeads! Go on, Coffee Boy. Oh, and make it extra sweet.ā
āYouāre going to get a sugar high and not be able to sleep later.ā
āUntil I can feel my teeth rot,ā you retort, slipping your tongue over your pearly whites.Ā
Answering a few emails, you perch onto a chair. Itās too stiff, so you twist and turn until you ultimately decide to just stand. A gust of wind salutes you as your orbs flicker up to the sudden shadow. A breath catches.Ā
Max tilts his head in greeting. āWorking hard already?ā Your lips part. āThe seasonās barely begun.ā
And just like that, your world tilts on its axis, but this time with more to lose.Ā
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āAs your best friendāā Lissie points clumsily at Carmen who giggles while the British girl furrows her thick brows. She glances around before spotting you dying with laughter on your fiancĆ©ās lap. She claps. āI knew straight awayāhe was the one for you.ā
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Miami International Autodromeā-May 7, 2023 (Miami Grand Prix)
āHow long has this been going on for?ā she hisses, disappointed eyes challenging both you and Max. She gags at the hickeys on your neck and his tousled hair.Ā
With wobbly legs, you take her hands into yours. āA weekāā
āNo.ā
āWell, twoāā
Green paints her face. āNo.ā
āOne month,ā he murmurs from his corner in the elevator. Watercolor eyes flicker up, loopy. āItās been a month. Ever sinceāā
āAzerbaijan.ā Shamefully, you look down at your shoes and nearly scream bloody murder when you spot your thong just a few steps behind her. āEw, gross,ā Lissie gasps, shutting her eyes in despair. Taking in the opportunity, you scatter down and retrieve the thin fabric. The Dutchman releases a laugh, but bites down when the British girl glares hard. She curls a brow at your breathless state. āWhat the fuck are you doing?ā
Giggling nervously from your place on the floor, you keep your hands behind your back; out of sight, out of mind. āBegging for forgiveness?ā
āOh stop it, a piece of land is what I need in order to forgive you for being dumb as shit.ā
You frown, but quickly stand up when she exits the elevator. You can hear him follow with a bored expression. āLissie, wait!ā
Like a spinning top, she turns back, long layers slapping her pink face. āYou two know this isnāt a good idea, right?ā
āYesāā
āFor a million different reasonsāā
āI-Iām aware,ā you stutter.Ā
āThen why did you do it?ā she whispers.Ā
And the truth is, you donāt know. All you know is that nothing else matters when you're with him. Itās sickening how blindsighted you get. Anxious eyes twirl over to the blue eyed boy who shared the same expression despite being unbothered a few seconds ago.Ā
Licking your lips, you play with the fabric. āThatās it. Weāre done.ā You turn to the RedBull driver. āTell her.ā
āDone.ā
For a moment, you almost let yourself flinch from how fast and easy heās able to say that one word. Lissieās judgmental eyes look at you, then him, then sighs, reluctantly nodding. An awkward moment ticks by and then sheās focused, appalled.Ā
āAre those your panties?ā
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āYou were like a dog who couldnāt bear the idea of leaving its bone.ā Everyone snickers while you throw the same peony Daniel had aimed at Pierre to shut him up. She laughs, raising her arms up in defense. āAnd I knowāI knowāI came in like a monster, warning you off of all the drivers because like it or not, theyāre scumbagsāāĀ
āEy. Watch it,ā Carlos deadpans from the corner, brown eyes playfully glaring.Ā
She shrugs. āBut I no longer liked playing the role of an evil step-sister soā¦ā Tears brim and you choke on a wet sob. āIām just so happy that youāre happy.ā A pause. āThat you're both happy.ā
Leaping off his thick lap, you rush over, embracing her. She laughs, returning the gesture. āI love you,ā you start. I know. āAnd Iām so happy that you neverāā
A knowing smile. āIād do anything for you.āĀ
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Circuit de MonacoāMay 28, 2023 (Monaco Grand Prix)
Sneaking into his motorhome, you moan as soon as he gets his hands on your; sliding up and down your body with urgency. Heat radiates off of him and onto you. All of thisā the cramped room, his lips attacking your neckāmakes you dizzy. Clutching onto his sweaty hair, you arch, completely to him and for him.Ā
āWe s-shouldnāt.ā You gasp. Long fingers tease your aching pussy as you whine. He instantly slaps a large hand over your mouth as he continues his movements. The stretch burns, but it's fairly familiar that you donāt even cry out, just stare back with knitted brows and an open mouth that he canāt see, but can feel expand beneath his palm.Ā
āYouāre probably right.ā A steady stroke. āYou should be out there.ā His knuckles curl as he reaches your g-spot. āPreparing those foolish questions.ā A muffled moan. āBut youāre here, because you know that this excites you as much as it does me.ā
Calloused pads push down before drawing figure eights deep inside. āYouāve been a bit uptight. Could it beāā
āNo,ā you cut him off. āDonāt even try and blame it onāā
āFine, then answer me one thing; is this stress reliever a bad thing?āĀ
Feeling your orgasm rolling in is one thing, but your snarkiness is another. Gritting your teeth, you force him down to kiss you, teeth and all, and then rip away with a sultry smile. āMaybe, but who cares?ā
Youāre not completely off. At that moment in time, neither of you cared about the consequences. Itās just that as soon as a room of watchful eyes flicker to you two, you swallow a low wince.Ā
Grabbing your microphone, you fix your disheveled hair. Lissieās eyes flicker between you and him, slow and scary. Like sheās reading right through you and your lies.
Beaming at the awaiting grid, you raise your chin up. āWhoās ready?ā
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āFinally,ā Daniel yells, rolling his cuffed sleeves. āSomeone with an actual story to tell.ā A wide smile has never made you more nervous than at this very instant, so reasonably so, you swallow the entire glass ofā
āVodka, baby! That was my vodkaāyour champagne is right there.ā
Blinking, you giggle, wiping your plump lips with the back of your hand. āWhat yours is mine, no? Isnāt that what marriage is all about?ā
He chuckles. Lean arms wrap around your waist like a harness. āKeep this up and youāre not going to be able to sleep later.ā
āThe opposite, actually,ā you state as a matter-of-fact. āJust need to get blackout drunk.ā
He cocks his head to the side. āThatās not like you.ā ā...should have seen her! She was wasted as shit!ā the Australian yelps, buzzing with excitement. You nip at the air all while he raises his voice an additional octave. āI found her there, at the bar, close to getting alcohol poisoning, but you know what they sayāonly drunks and children tell the truth.ā
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Red Bull RingāJuly 2, 2023 (Austrian Grand Prix)
āOui, the beer! Fucking amazing,ā Pierre declares with a mouthful.Ā
āSay it, donāt spray it,ā someone screeches, and is quickly identified to be Alex when he wipes his shimmery forehead. You laugh, taking baby sips from your drink. Shirley Temple, because contrary to belief, you werenāt a nasty drunk.
The Frenchman pouts, tapping his fingers against the brown glass. He turns to you with a sheepish grin. āI read your article.ā
āYeah?ā
He nods. āHave to admit, it's kind of boring. Itās not your fault though. Max Verstappen's domination has made the sport sort ofā¦ā He pretends to wilt, to which you toss your head back with laughter.Ā
āYour time will come, Pierre, your time will come.ā
āShit, shit, shit! Bathroom!ā Lissieās long legs wobble like a plate of jello as you hurry over to catch her.Ā
āCrapāyou smell like shit.ā
The British girl squeals, yanking her hair, dancing from side to side. āI smoked a fat blunt, but never mind that, if I donāt find a loo in approximately five seconds, then I will smell like actual shit.ā
A nose scrunch. āThatās not very lady-like.ā She paces some more. āLetās go.ā
Meanwhile, on the other side of the crowded room, Max watches as the two journalists slip away. He keeps a close eye for a while until a certain brunette swoops in right next to him with a loopy grin and crinkly eyes.Ā
āYou should talk to her. Seems like you really like her.ā
āWhat? What makes you say that? What makes you think that?ā
Daniel shrugs, rotating his blunt back into his mouth. āDilation.ā
The Dutchman gags. āWhatā¦like when a woman gives birth?ā
A sore laugh. āAs in your eyes.ā Another hit. āYāknowā¦they just lookādifferent. When you look at her, I mean.ā
And he hopes it is not apparent that these words make him swallow. For the past year, heās tried his best to hide his feelings for the sake of not making a fool out of himself, and later for a whole other, butā¦
He licks his sudden dry lips. āHm. Doesnāt matter if my eyes fucking shine or not, sheās not my type.ā
The Australian frowns. āSucks. Lissieās really cool.ā His eyes flicker over to the RedBull driver in a nonchalant manner, but when he blinks back with rose tinted cheeks, despite not having a sip of alcohol, he chokes on his puff. āOh shit, noā¦ā
In a flash, Max yanks the blunt away, dipping it into an anonymous drink. āYouāre right, she is so coolāā
Brown eyes narrow down in accusation, brows knitted sharply. āRight, but weāre not talking about Lissieā¦ā A wince. āMate, you canātā¦you know you canāt.ā
And just like that, Daniel notices the blown out pupils revert back to its original shape. Small and empty. āYeah. Of course.ā He plops back down onto his stiff seat, rubs his eyes, then smiles. āI know that. I-I-I was never going toāyeah.āĀ
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āHeāā Daniel points over to the broad twenty-six year old who sits with a timid smile. ā...didn't have a single sip of beer that night because he was too focused looking after her.ā A whistle. āAnd if that isnāt love, then I donāt know what is.ā
āWow, congrats,ā George says to your fiancĆ©. āFor not being an alcoholic, really, that's impressive.ā You can hear the humor that coats his voice and you canāt help but giggle. Calloused fingers slip up to pinch your thigh as you laugh harder.Ā
āThatās why I drank twice as much that day,ā Pierre announces with a firm voice. āBecause he was missing out on some fantastic beer.ā
āDrunkard,ā Alex whispers to Lily who stifles a snicker.Ā
The tall Australian clicks his tongue. āSo who was the wasted one who confessed their little white lies?ā
Everyoneās eyes turn to face you as you burn up with mortification.
āWhat the fuck, I barely even drink!ā
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Red Bull RingāJuly 2, 2023 (Austrian Grand Prix)
āYou.ā
āMe?ā
You snarl, stomping over. āShe's a lightweight, dumbass. Why would you get her high? Jesus, we have a flight in eight hours.ā
Daniel cackles, clapping as if delighted at the fact. āShe kept insisting! I felt bad.ā
An eye roll. āDouche.ā
He tries to make it up to you with a drink. āPierre says theyāre good.ā You eye the bottle hesitantly. He sighs. āCome on, trust me.ā He eventually sneaks off for a minute, but returns with a new blunt.Ā
āDid you pull another one out of your ass or where did you get that from?ā
āOh no. How many did you drink?ā
Squinting, you motion him to take a seat. He does, but he canāt even smoke in peace now that you sway from side to side, despite being seated. āI donāt know. Too many.ā He groans, large hands tugging his hair. You take a long sip, then raise your glass like some wannabe. āHe told me he loves me. Tonight. Right when you left. And you know what I told him?ā Another sip. āI told him I love him too.ā
The Australian chuckles. āI didnāt expect you to fall for someone like him.ā
āMe either. But I fellātumbled.ā You frown. āIām just not sure this is the right thing to feel, yāknow?ā
His orbs flicker to the twenty-six year old who huddles with a bunch of the other drivers. He smiles, tilting his head. āWhy not?ā
āBecause everytime I look at him, I fear the way my heart beats. He laughs, I laugh, and it feels wrong. He smiles, I smile, and it feels wrong. He makes one of our inside jokes, I understand, and it feels wrong.ā A shaky laugh. āAnd something that should feel fucking right, doesnāt.ā Glossy eyes switch over to him. āDoes that make sense?ā
āNot really.āĀ
āGreat,ā you let out, wiping your tears away. āItās fine, I didnāt expect you to understand.ā
Daniel smiles, fondly, like an older brother. āIt doesnāt, and you want to know why?ā
āWhy?ā
A second passes by before he leans back against his chair. āBecause it looks like you reallyāreallyālike him, so why should any of that matter? Just let yourself be happy, fuck everything else.ā
You scoff, furrowing your brows. āYouāre a bad influence.ā
āWhy?ā
āBecause it would never work out.ā
āAnd why not? Youāre giving up too easāoh.ā Almost robotically, he drops his blunt into your beer bottle. āYou canātā¦ā
āYeah. I know.ā A pause. āBeerās ass, by the way.ā
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Daniel taps his fingers against his chin, comedically. His orbs flicker between you two who stare up at him in deep focus, awaiting for his next words. He grins. āYou two, it works. It always has.ā
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Circuit ZandvoortāAugust 27, 2023 (Dutch Grand Prix)
āOh fuck,ā he grunts, thrusting into you harder as you cling onto his arm, eyes screwed shut. āH-holy fuckingāhell.ā
You moan, mouth hung wide open. āFeel so good, Maxie, so, so good.ā
Blue eyes admire the way you arch towards him like some sort of warm invitation. The way your legs lazily drape over his sweaty waist, how your scent hugs him like no one else. Itās all so familiar, and nice, and right. Your soft palm grazing his jaw makes him alert in an instant, desperate to not miss a single thing that lives inside this moment.Ā
He furrows his dark brows. āWe-Weāre not made for one another.ā
āI know.ā He grunts, animalistically. āThey warned me about you.ā
āThey told me to stay away from you.ā His tip brushes against your g-spot and your head lolls back, a loud sound. āBut God, itās been impossible.āĀ
āMax, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuckāIām close.ā
He grins, rubs your clit, and whimpers when he feels you reach your orgasm. You shudder when he follows soon after, face digging into the nape of your neck. Your heart pounds like a ticking time bomb, but still, you run your fingers through his dirty blond waves.Ā
āLissieā¦Danielā¦theyāreāā
āRight?ā You choke up. āYeah, you donāt know how much I hate that they are.ā
He pulls away, and somehow, his watercolor eyes appear more blue than ever before. Black, almostānearly. And youāre sure yours do too.Ā
Max plays with your hair, tracing it like a map. He gulps. āSo do I.ā A tug. āI love you. Y-you werenāt some fuck buddy to meā¦youāve always been more than that. Andā¦I hate that too.ā
A wet laugh. āI love you, too.ā Wobbly smile. āAnd itās because I love you that I know what comes after this.ā
He hums. āWhat would that be?ā
āNothing.ā
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āI know many of you guys are wondering why Iām best manāā
āNot wondering, more like questioning,ā Carlos quips with a sly smirk.
Pierre flips him off and you laugh at the immature interaction between the drivers. āBecause it really could have easily been anyone else. Ha! Even you Carlos.ā The Spaniard mocks him with a shady, playful, look.Ā
āThen again, who would have thrown a better rehearsal dinner for Charles and his bride-to-be?ā
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Circuit ZandvoortāSeptember 4, 2022 (Dutch Grand Prix)
"You got on Max Verstappenās bad side, thatās what."
āItās probably nothing or heās just a sensitive little pussy,ā you shoot back defensively.Ā
Lissie snickers, hushing you, orbs scanning the pen. āYou canāt say shit like that! Any of it, actually,ā she adds. āJustā¦think before saying anything.ā
You huff, arms crossed, stubbornly. āFine.ā
As the open area starts filling up more and more, by some miracle, your nerves start dying down.
Or so you thought.
āBefore I let you go, I do have one more question.ā Charles smiles down at you, shy dimples poking through. You return the gesture. āWould you consider yourself Ferrariās savior or their scapegoat?ā
āJesus,ā the British girl groans, covering her eyes with second-hand embarrassment.Ā
The Monegasque lets out a nervous laugh, turning to face his publicist who simply tippy toes and whispers something into his ear. He nods. āI-I-I actually have another interview set up, but thank you for yourā¦questions.ā Pink tints his ears as he looks at you one more time before strolling away.
āAlrighty then,ā Lissie hollers. She sneaks the microphone away. āJitters, totally normal, but yeah, youāre done for today.ā
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āI donāt care if sheās royalty, Iām never willingly doing an interview with her ever again.ā
āWould you look at that?ā Pierre gloats with a wicked grin. āMax Verstappen got butthurt.ā
The Dutchman scoffs. āNo, I did not. I just donāt like stupid questions, and she made one.ā
Yuki snickers at his wary response. Pierre rolls his eyes. āI could talk to her, if you want me to. I love shit like this.ā
āI donāt.ā
āWell too bad, Iām going to.ā
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āYeah. You already said that.ā
Dumbfounded, you blink as he walks away, wet towel draped over his head. If you had known he was this much of a shithead, then you wouldnāt have bothered to try and apologize. Clicking your tongue, you burn with fury as you glare, but as soon as the Ferrari driver brushes past you, you fall back from your trance.Ā
āHey!ā
He turns, green eyes furrowed with confusion. āHey.ā
A wince. āIām sorry about my ignorant question from earlier. I didnāt mean to make you uncomfortable.āĀ
Charles blushes. āAm I that easy to read?ā
āNo, but Pierre let me know.ā You awkwardly kick your shoe against the pavement and his eyes follow. You stop. āI sort of pissed off two of the most important drivers on the grid today. You, uh, just happen to be one of them.ā
He softens like ice cream on a hot summer day. āIām not pissed.ā You almost let out a giggle from how foreign his accent makes the curse sound. He stammers. āYou just caught me off guard, thatās all. Plus, I canāt answer questions like those. It would make all of us look bad.ā
āOh. Duh. Of course.ā Now you burn up. āI should have known. And itās no excuse, but Iām new and Iām justā¦figuring it out.ā
His eyes crinkle as he nods. āWho was the other driver?ā
You groan. āMax.ā
He winces, shaking his hands, theatrically. āYikes. Yeah, now heās probably pissed.ā
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Autodromo Nazionale MonzaāSeptember 11, 2022 (Italian Grand Prix)
Ā āWill you ever let it go?ā
āMight take me a whileā¦ā
As soon as your phone dings, vibrating against your palm, he curls a brow. āL-Lissie,ā you fill in with a subtle smile. āSee you around. And put on some sunscreen. Itās good for you.ā
Rushing back to the pool with a new bottle of SPF, you grin as he aims a deadpan expression. āA little Vitamin D is always necessary.ā
āDonāt care, I donāt want to look like a peanut in two years.ā You plop some onto his hand as he childishly swipes it over his face. You squirm with the way droplets slither down his toned chest.
Charles extends his hands. āCan I have some more?ā
You laugh, wet hair tossing back like a curtain. āHypocrite.āĀ
Green eyes glare down, playfully.
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Marina Bay Street CircuitāOctober 2, 2022 (Singapore Grand Prix)
āI canāt believe someoneās rocking your boat,ā Lissie yelps, clutching onto your hand desperately. āThis is monumental.ā A teasing giggle. āWe should definitely document this.ā
As soon as she pulls out her phone, you flip her off. āAnd this, my dear, dear friend, is why Iāve been keeping this a secret.ā She zooms in as you laugh, brushing her away. āQuit!ā
The British girl groans, slipping it into her back pocket, then wiggles her thick brows. āCan I guess who it is?ā
āNo.ā
āItāll be fun!ā
You spin around. āNo, Lissieāno.ā
āNepo-Baby?ā
Flustered, you twirl your necklace and hum. āThey all are.ā
āFucking hell. So how will I know which one?ā
A mocking laugh. āOh, youāll know.ā
The brunette stays wondering despite being in the middle of telling her story from last week at the pub. She traces back to every possible driver, but theyāre all natural flirts, so fuck that, how would she ever even be able to guess thatā
āOh myāitās him!ā She gasps with hawk eyes as she watches you two keep a careful distance from one another, as if temptation burns within the gap. Lissie lets out a delirious laugh as she turns to Will, who is still rather focused on his task. āI, um, will be right back!ā
Wearing a goofy smile, you make your way back to the pen, but squeal when a firm grip wraps around your waist, tugging you into a cramped bathroom. You cringe at the suffocated smell. On the other hand, Lissie jumps from corner to corner. āHow did I not notice? I mean, shit, youāre eyesātheyāre huge!ā
You frown. āWhatās that supposed to mean?ā
With a toothy grin, she pokes your ribs. āIt means I know who it is.ā
Your heart stops, then bite the inside of your cheek, feigning indifference. āWeāre just getting to know each other, but heās really kind, and Iā¦I really like him.ā
āOh, I bet you do,ā she whispers in a seductive manner, jeweled hands slapping your ass. You chuckle, opening the door, and turning back. āYou get lost in his eyes, donāt you? Heard that could happen.ā A swoon. āSo what? Are they like the ocean? Like a blueberry Laffy Taffy?ā
āHm. No. More like green apple.ā
She halts, mid-shimmy. āWhat do you mean green? His eyes are blue. And I would knowāthey scare me half of the time.ā
āWhat are you talking about? Charlesā eyes are green.ā The brunette gapes, mouth hung wide open as she pushes herself to speak, but canāt find the strength. You knit your brows, neat and high. āI told you not to scroll through your phone at three a.m. anymore. See? Jet lag is catching up to you.ā
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AutĆ³dromo JosĆ© Carlos PaceāNovember 13, 2022 (Brazilian Grand Prix)
āIām just looking out for you.ā
āYeah, I know.ā Tired eyes squint over at the blue waves, then at the kids who build sandcastles.Ā
She sighs, propping herself to face you with a sorrowful smile. āItās okay to be confused about your feelings.ā
āYou donāt have to sugarcoat it, I know its as bad as it sounds.ā You raise your straw onto your plump lips, sucking. āBut theyāre just so different from one another. I mean, Charles makes me feel giddy. Like really giddy. Itās nauseating. Heās sweet, and caring, and he's snappy but itās endearing.ā A soft smile and dreamy eyes. āHe even helps with my notes.ā
āBut Maxā¦heās hot tempered. It drives me nuts. He never asks for help and always hides behind some brick wall. It isnāt like him to show me that heās interested in getting to know me, butā¦ā Cries ring through the hot air as a wave washes the sandcastle. āI want to get to know him. The real him.ā
Lissieās lips turn downwards at your broken tone. You act uninterested, but she knows it just for show, and that might be the worst torture of all.Ā
She bumps your head with her shoulder, softly, and you instantly pout. āYouāll know what to do, babe. But if weāre being realistic here, Charles wonāt wait forever.ā Pause. āAnd Max isnāt the kind to grovel for anything other than podiums.ā
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Bahrain International CircuitāMarch 5, 2023 (Bahrain Grand Prix)
āHeads! Go on, Coffee Boy. Oh, and make it extra sweet.ā
Charles lets out a heavy sigh, shoulders drooping as he strolls away. You pick and choose emails to respond to before leaning against one leg, typing away fiercely. You even have time to get back to your sister who begs for a souvenir. Any, she adds with a thousand smiley faces.Ā
āWorking hard already? The seasonās barely begun.ā Your breath catches so sharply that it hurts your throat for a second. His voice is somehow deeper, but it could be because you havenāt seen or heard from him in about forever. Max steps closer. āH-how was your summer break?ā
Your berry lips open, then close, then repeat. Itās embarrassing. āNever bad to get ahead, and Iāhad a good one. Much needed.ā He nods attentively. āYou lookāā You stop before admitting. āHealthy. You look really healthyā
A booming chuckle. āThanks. You look really healthy, too.ā
Blue eyes linger for a second too long and that fills you up with unwanted adrenaline. āWhy are you here?ā Pink expands through your cheekbones as you grimace. āI meanāhere.ā You point at the tiny tent as if it werenāt obvious what you were referring to. āHere, here.ā
The Dutchmanās lips dance, fondly. āWell I was walking by, saw you, and wanted to say hi.ā He looks around with a subtle frown. āIs now a bad time?ā
āWellāā
āMate,ā a sweet accent rings through the air as you screw your eyes shut. Max turns to face Charles with a slow grin. The Monegasque tilts his head in greeting, hands occupied with your beverage and his. āHow have you been?ā
āSo, so. Yourself?ā
āGood. Refreshed.āĀ
āFor me?ā he jokes. The brunette chuckles, raising the coffee cups with bright orbs. āLazy Carlos, always sending you, right?ā
The Ferrari driver shakes his head, curls following, then hands it to you. You hesitantly take it from him as you avoid eye contact. āThank you, Charles.ā
His smile widens, pecking your lips. āStill donāt think you should drink it on a daily basis, but hey, youāre welcome.ā
Max blinks. āW-when did this happen?ā
The green eyed boy hums, lips twisting against his straw. āOver break.ā
āOh.ā Gaze slips over to where you bite your cheek. āYou spent it in Monaco?ā
A harsh tick. āYes.ā With an open mouth, he nods, like a muppet. You purse your lips, facing your boyfriend with pleading eyes. āDo you want to start making your way over? I donāt want Carlos to say anything about being late. You know how he is.ā
Charles snickers, then intertwines his fingers through yours. āSee you on track?ā
The RedBull driver released a low breath, cracking a smile that looked more like a snarl. And while Charles doesnāt notice it, you do. Of course you do.
āSee you on track.ā
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Miami International AutodromeāMay 7, 2023
āThen why did you do it?ā she whispers. The judgment and confusion that radiates off of Lissie is enough for you to grow gray. She rolls her tongue. āYou canāt be doing stuff like this anymore, you have a boyfriend.ā Her eyes screw shut, then snap open. āHe adores the ground you walk on, are you insane?ā
Tears well up at her truthful words. They sting all at once, and you carelessly crumble as your numb lips start to wobble. āLissieāā
āNo. Justāstop. Stop talking.ā Max raises his eyebrows at the journalist and her sternness, but feels bad as you inch back, heels clicking. She huffs, pacing the hall. When she comes to a stop, she glares at the Dutchman. āHow could you do this, too?ā
āI never meant any harmāā
āBullshit! Both of you are so stupid, itās worrisome.ā Shame fills your veins as you look down, pinching your undergarment as some coping mechanism. The British girl sighs. āYou have to tell him.ā
āNo.ā
āWhat do you mean no? He deserves to know.ā
Decreasing the gap between you two, you sniffle, shaky hands clutching harder. āItās going to kill him, Lissie. I canāt do that.ā
And you can tell sheās running through her options because sheās your best friend. And above all, you were hers. With hesitance, she nods. āThis has to end.ā
You nod, desperately. āThatās it. Weāre done.ā
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Circuit de MonacoāMay 28, 2023 (Monaco Grand Prix)
āYouāve been a bit uptight. Could it be Charles thatās making you feel that way?ā
āNo. Donāt even try and blame it on him.ā
He pinches your nipple, then licks your humid skin. You whine at the sensation. āYouāre not getting anything in return for lying. Itās pathetic.ā
You hiss when your climax tempts to fall. āWhat's the lie?ā
āThat you love him.ā
āI do love himāā
He groans into your neck. āYou sound so pretty.ā A sloppy thrust. āWhen you choke around my cock, my spit, my cum.ā Your eyes roll back when he pushes against your g-spot at a different angle. āAdmit it, youāve always enjoyed it.ā
āYouāre sick."
āMaybe, but youāre well worth it.āĀ
You clench around his length and he hisses like a snake. In pain. In lust. Doesnāt matter. āYouāre a shitty friendāā
Jaw clenches. āYouāre a shitty girlfriend.ā When you cry out in pleasure, he smirks. āFine, then answer me one thing; is this stress reliever a bad thing?āĀ
āMaybe, but who cares?āĀ
And there's nothing left for him to do, simply smiling down at you like the Cheshire Cat, somehow scarier than The Joker. If not more.Ā
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Red Bull RingāJuly 2, 2023 (Austrian Grand Prix)
āRight, but weāre not talking about Lissie. Mate, you canātā¦you know you canāt.ā Daniel grimaces. āSheās taken.ā
āI know,ā Max stutters. āWho do you take me for?ā
The Australian is easy to tell when he laughs genuinely, but even the RedBull driver can spot the difference to the one exiting his mouth right now. āYou think sheās prettyāthatās all.ā
āThatās all,ā he confirms.Ā
āAnd thatās not a weird thing to admit because she is a pretty girl,ā the brunette tries to help as Max nods happily.Ā
āExactly.ā A pause. āYou get it.ā
Daniel brings the blunt up to his mouth, taking a hit, then blows out. āY-yeahā¦because itād be bad if you liked her, liked her.āĀ
āI know that. I-I-I was never going toāyeah.ā His heart pounds fast against his ribs when you giggle, pecking Charlesās neck, all while conversing with Lissie, Kika, and Pierre. He directs his attention back to the Australian and lets out a raw laugh.Ā
āI wouldnāt be that stupid.ā
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āYouāre a bad influence.ā
āWhy?ā
āBecause it would never work out.ā
āAnd why not? Youāre giving up too easāoh.ā In an instant, his brown eyes follow yours, and it makes his heart drop. Because itās not Charles that youāve suddenly realized that you love, but Max. āYou canātā¦ā Somewhere close by, Pierre yells, cheering with a group of older ladies as Kika glares, shaking her head. He inches closer. āYou canāt do that to Charles. He loves you.ā
āAnd I love him,ā you announce, brushing your hair back. Timidly, you peek over at him. āIām not a saint, I know that, but I would appreciate it if we kept this between us.ā A sore chuckle. āW-what matters is that I choose Charles. Heās the love of my life.ā
And Daniel knows he probably shouldnāt agree to any of this, and yet, he finds himself nodding, curls bouncing. āJust between us.ā
You smile gently, going in for another sip before laughing at the blunt that sticks inside.Ā
Ā āBeerās ass, by the way.ā
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Circuit ZandvoortāAugust 27, 2023 (Dutch Grand Prix)
Ā āI love you. Y-you werenāt some fuck buddy to meā¦youāve always been more than that. Andā¦I hate that too.ā
āI love you, too. And itās because I love you that I know what comes after this.ā
āWhat would that be?ā
āNothing.ā
He flinches. āI-it doesnāt have to be that way. You could leaāā
You sigh, pulling your dress up as he zip his race suit. āI canāt leave him, Max. Itās not that easy.ā
He pants, blue eyes tracing your face anxiously. āA-and why not? Why canāt it be that easy?ā
A cruel laugh wiggles up your throat as you dig your nails into your palm. āBecause Iām engaged!ā
He ricochets with a scoff. āOh, what? Now you suddenly care about not being called a cheater?ā You look away and he chuckles. āBecause thatās what you areāa fucking cheater.ā
Your face patches into a shade of pink as you breathe heavily, refusing to let the tears fall. āAnd what does that make you?ā
āI am not a cheater.ā
You snarl. āNo, but youāre a God awful friend.ā
He steps back, large hand running against his lips, drying them out, getting rid of your saliva. āYouāre justāyou know what? Fuck you.ā
You gasp. āNo. Fuck you.ā
Max rolls his blue eyes, finally reaching his breaking point as he pushes you against the wall to his motorhome. āYouāre scared, arenāt you? Of realizing what we actually are.ā
Heavy pants. Orbs flicker down to his rosy lips. He almost smiles. āWhat are we? A cheater and a bad friend?ā
āNo. A villain and their accomplice.ā That seems to do it. A strong tide takes over as you sob against his grip. And it doesnāt hurt, itās not tight. Itās only secure. He continues with a dark look swirling his orbs. āYou know, you were always the first one to point out someone as a bad person, when in reality, it's you.ā
āOkay, stopāā
āAnd Iām not innocent eitherāIām well awareābut Iām not the one with a ring around their finger.ā
āStop!ā you yell, pushing him away harshly. It should feel foreign, the fury and the shame, but thatās all you seem to know these days. Or ever since you met him. āYouāre right. Weāre two rotten apples, or whatever the fuck you want to call it, but can you blame me? Youāre fucking with my head, Max!ā
He softens, and for a moment, its pure silence, other than your tiny cries. Licking his lips, he pats his thigh. āYou already know Iām wrongfully in love with you. I just actually thought I stood a chance. That it would be me.ā
āMaxā¦ā
He winces in pain with how sweet your voice sounds pronouncing his name. Itās always been that way. When you first interviewed him a year ago, to when you first kissed him back and gasped his name. But it only got dirtier and dirtier throughout the course of time.Ā
āBe honest with me, please.ā Bloodshot eyes look up at him. āIs he your safest option? Is that what this is?ā
And with one final, tormented look, you open your lips to breathe out.Ā
āHeās someone I could envision a future with, Max.ā A beat. āAnd youāre just a footnote.ā
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āVoilĆ”!ā Charles cheers as he claps loudly against your ear. You yelp at the sudden sound all while trying to reach for his hands to stop his movements. He grins, deep dimples imprinting like feet on sand. āThat was beautiful, really, it really was.ā
Rubbing your ass against his bulge is the only way you think you can get him to shut up, and he does, immediately letting out a strained chuckle. Smiling sweetly at your friends, you shrug. āI had my doubts, Pierre, but this was pretty cute. Thank you.ā
The Frenchman gloats, clicking his fingers. I told you, I told you theyād like it! Your fiancĆ© kisses your cheek. āThatās why I chose him.ā A playful frown. āYou see, mon amour? You never hold any faith in my decisions.ā
Rolling your eyes, you stick your pink tongue out at him. āI still think you should have chosen one of your brothers.ā A stern look. āLike Lorenzoāwasnāt he the one that helped you buy the ring?ā
āYes, but that would have been unfair to Arthur. He wouldāve felt left out.ā
āArthurās too distracted trying to figure out the difference between left and right!ā The Monegasque tosses his head back and you admire with a soft glow. āI loāā
āWait,ā Carlos hollers, deep accent ringing. You and Charles turn, bubble bursting. āWe all went around sharing but Max.ā
āYeah,ā Lily ponders, fingers tracing her lips. āYeah, youāre right.ā
Pierre hums. āMate?ā
Max blinks, shaking his head. āAh, itās alright. Weāve heard enough, donāt you think?ā His joke is meant to be easy going, but it comes out dry, and even to this day, you can notice it. Licking your already glossed lips, you flip your gaze to Lissie and Daniel who share the same worried expression.
Because Lissie was your best friend. She would carry your secret to the grave.
Because Daniel was Maxās best friend. He would carry his secret to the grave.
But the Dutchman himself didn't care. He honestly felt like he had nothing else to lose.
āOkay then,ā he whispers, wiping his sweaty palms against his jeans. He slightly tilts his head to the open sky, as if wondering when it would swallow him whole. He was secretly hoping it would. Beady, excited, and petrified eyes stare back at him as he smiles awkwardly. āIā¦ā
āHe doesnāt want to,ā you declare, twisting to signal the Frenchman. āIf he doesnāt want to, then he doesnāt have to say anything, itās fine.ā
āNo.ā Blue eyes darken as he places his drink down onto the wooden table. āI want yāā He bites his tongue, immediately tasting metallic. āI want to.ā
āLet him,ā Charles says, chuckling softly. āDonāt kill his stride.ā
So, with neat brows drawn together, clammy fingers playing with your silver band, you sit back down. Like a force of nature, the Monegasque hugs you from behind. You gulp, leaning the back of your head against his shoulder.Ā
āI think itās crazy how one minor decision can change absolutely fucking everything.āĀ
āOh shit,ā Lissie and Daniel mutter next to each other, exchanging the blunt back and forth.Ā
Your face twists up like a wrinkled shirt. āIf youāre not going to say anything nice, then donāt say anything at all.ā
āYou donāt even know what Iām going to say,ā he instantly shoots back, but feverishly deflates when Charles furrows his dark brows like some Doberman. Astonished at his cold tone, you blink, lashes fluttering like a notebook. He almost swoons at the sight, but amazingly holds back.Ā
āIf you hadnāt taken Pierreās advice and apologized to Charles, then we wouldn't be here. If you hadnāt spent summer break with him, then we wouldnāt be here. If you hadn't fallen in love, then we wouldnāt be here.ā He swallows. āItās the little things.ā
āAnd, um...what makes a relationship work out is the commitment. If one person commits and the other doesnāt then it wonāt ever work out, but you twoā¦ā You nibble on your bottom lip harshly, holding your breath as he looks into your bright eyes. He releases a forced chuckle, as if it would help get rid of his splintered heart. āYou two chose each other, soā¦cheers to that.ā
āWow,ā Charles hums, blankly. āThat was surprisingly heartfeltā¦ā A sheepish grin. āThank you, mate.ā
Itās as if heās suddenly admitting defeat to someone who didnāt know they had him as an opponent to begin with; the way he throws the peony at the Monegasque, who catches it with ease. āDonāt mention it.āĀ
So, as Max sits alone, with no date, he begins to wonder that maybeājust maybeāyou were right all along.Ā
He gave his speech last.
He was the footnote.
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I LOVED YOU FIRST | FC43
an: guys iām so sorry for the atrocities iām about to cause by posting this, iām especially tagging @obxstiles to make sure they donāt miss it and that they cry muahaha there MAY be a part two to this
summary: for as long as sheās remembered sheās loved franco, wether those feelings were ever reciprocated she doesnāt know.
wc: 4.4k
She remembered the sound of wheels against gravel. Even as a kid, Franco was fastākicking up dust and stones as he went, all edges and adrenaline. They grew up on the same street, a road that was more dust than pavement, cutting through a small town nobody had ever heard of, deep in the countryside of Argentina. Back then, he raced down that road on a beat-up go-kart that rattled and threatened to fall apart with every turn. But he didnāt care. Even at eight years old, Franco could talk of nothing but cars and speed and the shimmering, impossible promise of a life far from here.
She was the one who stood at the end of the road, cheering him on as he came barreling toward her, heart in her throat every time he cut it too close. She told herself thatās just what friends didāwaited around to see the other one make it back in one piece. But there was more to it, even then. Sheād never told him, of course. Franco had always been too focused on the next race, the next finish line, to notice much about her that wasnāt familiar. It was easier that way. They were friends. That was enough.
Years passed, and with them, his childhood kart became a racing simulator, then an actual car, then a series of wins that only proved what sheād always knownāthat Franco was going somewhere.
Last year, his parents sold their house so he could go further, could reach another level she couldnāt quite see. He moved in with her and her family when he wasnāt racing, and for a few months, it was as if they were kids again, laughing late at night, plotting his future as he spilled out every dream heād ever had. That was the year she started imagining he might finally see her the way she saw him.
But he didnāt.
Instead, Franco saw everything she wasnāt: the girl from another world, polished and magnetic, with a face and laugh that gleamed like the trophies heād already started to collect. She caught him, snared him in a way that didnāt even seem real.
It was this girlāher name slipped off his tongue so easily when he let itāwho went to the big events with him, who stood beside him when photographers crowded around after his races, a reminder that heād already begun to belong somewhere else. She wanted to hate her, this stranger who was everything she wasnāt, but what good would it do?
It was easy to tell herself she was Francoās friend. His best friend. The one whoād been there since the beginning, the one who stayed up with him on those late nights when all his dreams felt heavy enough to drown him. Sheād learned to wear it like armourāthe friend, the constant, the steady hand on his shoulder when his voice cracked and his confidence faltered.
No one else knew the small things about him, the things that made him human. Like how he had a superstition about not putting on his helmet until the very last second before a race. Or that his favorite thing in the world was the sound of tires on wet pavement, a soft hiss of rain and speed. Or that he used to dream of buying back the house his parents sold and giving them something better.
The nights she couldnāt sleep, sheād replay those memories to herself, like scenes from a film sheād seen too many times. They were pieces of a person sheād built up in her mind so completely, so painstakingly, that she sometimes forgot he wasnāt hers. Not really.
Now, Franco was leaving again, but this time it was different. The call had come last night, and sheād been there when he answered it, watching the way his face shifted, lit up with something she hadnāt seen since they were kids. Heād been invited to join a Formula 1 teamāa chance to race against the best, a dream finally realised.
And sheād been the first person he told. āIām in,ā Franco had whispered to her after he hung up, his voice hoarse with disbelief. āIām actually in.ā
Heād pulled her into a hug, and for a fleeting moment, she let herself believe this moment was for her tooāthat she was a part of the dream. But when he finally let go, she could already feel him slipping away, his mind racing miles ahead, far beyond anything she could reach.
And now here they were, standing on the same dusty road theyād grown up on, only this time the road was empty. She could almost see his silhouette against the horizon, an outline that belonged to no one, not even her.
āSoā¦ this is it, huh?ā she murmured, trying to keep her voice steady, her hands stuffed deep into her jacket pockets. She knew this was her job now: to be strong, supportive, even as she felt her chest tightening with everything sheād left unsaid.
Franco glanced over at her and smiled, that careless, easy grin sheād fallen in love with a thousand times. āYeah. This is it.ā
There was a part of her that wanted to say something, to tell him what it felt like to lose him, to have spent all these years beside him only to watch him walk away. But she didnāt, couldnāt. Because he needed her to be his friend, his rock. And thatās exactly what she would be, until the moment he disappeared from sight.
āYouāll be amazing out there,ā she said softly, swallowing hard against the ache in her throat.
āThanks,ā Franco replied, his gaze drifting to the horizon, to whatever was waiting for him. He didnāt see her watching him, didnāt notice the way she tried to memorise every detail of his face, the way she gripped the fabric of her jacket so tightly her knuckles turned white.
Because thatās what she was: the person who stayed behind, the person who would cheer for him no matter how far he went, even if it took him far beyond her reach.
His first race was in Monza.
And Franco had made sure sheād be there.
The roar of engines echoed across Monza, the air thick with the metallic scent of fuel and adrenaline. She stood just outside the paddock, watching the mechanics scurry between cars, drivers in their fireproof suits weaving through a sea of engineers and cameras. It was Francoās first Formula 1 race, the one heād been chasing since the days theyād spent on that dusty street back home. Heād called her a week ago, saying heād arranged for her ticket, that she had to be there, that it wouldnāt feel right without her.
She glanced down at her pass, fumbling with it between her fingers, her eyes darting over the crowds, wondering if sheād see him. But instead, she saw herāFrancoās girlfriend, standing just a few paces away, a beacon in the busy paddock with her polished, perfect smile.
She thought about turning around, slipping into the crowd where she could cheer Franco on from a distance, as sheād always done. But then Francoās girlfriend caught her eye, waved her over with an easy, welcoming smile, and suddenly it was too late.
āHi! Youāre Francoās best friend, no?ā she said brightly, as if sheād been waiting for this meeting. āFrancoās told me all about you.ā
She managed a smile, trying not to let her surprise show. āNice to meet you,ā she replied, her voice steady but her heart churning. This girl looked so effortlessly perfectātoo perfect, really. She wanted to find something in her to resent, a crack, a flaw, some hint that would make her presence easier to bear. But the girlās smile was warm, even gentle, and there wasnāt a hint of cruelty behind her eyes.
āYou know,ā she continued, turning to look at the track where the cars were being readied. āFranco always talks about how youāve been there from the start. He says he wouldnāt be here without you.ā
It was a sentiment sheād waited years to hear, but hearing it now, coming from someone else, made it feel empty, hollow. She nodded politely. āHeās worked so hard for this. I justā¦ wanted to support him however I could.ā
The girl looked at her, a spark of admiration in her eyes. āThatās really special. I think it means a lot to him, having someone whoās known him for so long.ā She hesitated, her fingers twisting a ring on her hand. āI think heās planning to introduce me to his family soon.ā
A prickle of something sharp and painful settled in her chest. She managed to keep her face composed, even as the words sank in. āThatās great,ā she said, injecting her voice with encouragement. āThat sounds really important to him.ā
The girl smiled, her gaze drifting as if she could see the future taking shape right in front of her. āYeahā¦ he said he wanted to wait until weād been together for a year. Heās so thoughtful like that, you know? He really wants things to be right before introducing me to his family.ā She looked at her, a touch of gratitude in her expression. āI think he got that from youāfrom seeing how much his family means to you.ā
It was a kind thing to say, too kind. She wanted to hate her for it, but she couldnāt. There was nothing false about the way this girl looked at her, no jealousy or possessiveness. She was justā¦ nice. The kind of nice that made her ache with the unfairness of it all, because it made it impossible to hate her, even though she desperately wanted to.
āWell, his family will love you,ā she said, meaning it even as the words felt like they were tearing something fragile inside her. āHe deserves to be happy.ā
The girl gave her a soft, almost sympathetic smile, a smile that made her wonder if maybe she already knewāif she could see right through her, if she understood the look in her eyes, the one she tried so hard to hide.
As the engines started up in the distance, the girl reached out and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. āThank you,ā she said, her voice warm. āFor being there for him, for being his friend. I can tell heās lucky to have you in his life.ā
She returned the smile, feeling a heaviness settle deep within her. Franco was lucky, that was trueābut not in the way sheād once dreamed he might be. He had everything now: the career, the future, the love of a woman who deserved him in ways she never could.
And as the cars roared to life on the track, she stood there beside his girlfriend, feeling like a silent ghost on the edges of his new world. She would cheer for him, just as she always had, but now she knew exactly where she stoodāat a distance, a quiet fixture in his past, cheering him on from the shadows as he sped toward a future that had no place for her.
The race had ended hours ago, and the hotel was hushed, the lights dimmed in the halls. She was alone in her room, her suitcase half-packed, clothes folded neatly on the bed. Sheād changed her flight back to Argentina; she would be gone by morning.
The evening had been a whirlwindāFranco finishing in P12 on his debut race, his crew and his girlfriend embracing him, his face beaming in a way sheād only ever dreamed of seeing up close. Sheād stood in the background, clapping politely, just another face in the crowd, happy for him but feeling her heart splinter with each cheer.
A quiet knock broke her thoughts. She looked up, heart catching in her throat. Franco was standing in the doorway, his face lit with a warm smile.
āHey,ā he said, stepping inside, his hands in his pockets. āI was hoping youād still be up.ā
āYeah, justā¦ packing,ā she murmured, glancing at the clothes on her bed. āIāve got an early flight back.ā
He frowned, like he hadnāt expected her to be leaving so soon. āI thought youād stay a bit longer,ā he said, a hint of disappointment in his voice. āIt meant a lot to me that you were here, you know. Iām not sure I could have done it without you.ā
She swallowed, trying to muster up a smile. āIām proud of you, Fran. Really. You deserve all of this.ā
He gave a modest shrug, his usual humility shining through. āItās crazy, right? Like, it still doesnāt feel real.ā
She nodded, unsure of what to say next, her hands clenching as she watched him, the words fighting to break free. But before she could speak, he went on, his face lighting up with excitement.
āOhāand I wanted to tell you. Over the summer break, Iām planning to bring my girlfriendāā he gestured to the wall, where his girlfriend was probably just sitting in their shared roomāāback to Argentina. Sheās going to meet my family. I think theyāll love her.ā
The words hit her like a punch to the gut. She felt herself unraveling, her heart breaking open. She couldnāt hold it in any longer.
āWhy her?ā she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Franco blinked, looking at her, startled. āWhat do you mean?ā
āWhy her, Franco?ā She repeated, her voice trembling, louder this time. āWhy not me? What is it about me that you donāt find appealing? Am I too loud? Tooā¦ different? Do I not fit into your world somehow?ā Her voice cracked, the weight of her words finally spilling out. āWhat is it about me that you donāt love, that you love about her?ā
For a moment, he just stared, taken aback, as if he was seeing her for the first time, really seeing her. But his eyes were filled with confusion, like he was trying to make sense of what she was saying.
āWaitāā he started, his voice halting, uncertain. āIā¦ I didnāt know you feltāā
She cut him off, her voice fierce, raw. āI loved you first, Franco.ā
He went silent, the words settling between them like stones in water, sinking deeper and deeper.
āWhat?ā he whispered, his voice almost as quiet as hers had been.
āI loved you first,ā she repeated, her voice shaking. She could feel the tears gathering, but she didnāt want to cry, not now, not here. āSince we were kids, since you were that crazy kid racing down dirt roads, I loved you. Iāve been there every step, every race, every victory, every failure. I was the one who held your dreams when they felt too heavy to carry. I loved you first.ā
She watched him, waiting, hoping for some sign of understanding, some glimmer of the love sheād imagined so many times. But his eyes were wide with shock, his face torn between pity and discomfort.
He shook his head slowly, the words seeming to catch in his throat before he finally managed to say them. āButā¦ I love her.ā
The words were a knife, sharp and relentless, cutting through the last fragments of hope sheād held on to.
She let out a hollow, broken laugh, her vision blurring as she looked away, unable to meet his eyes. āI know,ā she whispered. āI know you do.ā She took a shaky breath, her voice trembling with a rawness she couldnāt contain. āBut it doesnāt make it hurt any less.ā
For a moment, they stood there in silence, the weight of years pressing down between them. She could see the guilt etched into his expression, his mouth opening as if he wanted to say something to make it better. But there was nothing he could sayānothing that could change the reality that he had chosen someone else, someone who wasnāt her.
āI never meant toā¦ I didnāt want to hurt you,ā he said softly, reaching out as if to comfort her, but she stepped back, her arms wrapping around herself protectively.
ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½Itās fine,ā she said, forcing the words out, feeling them scrape against her throat. āIā¦ I just needed you to know. I needed you to know that I was here, that Iāve always been here. But nowā¦ā She trailed off, her voice breaking, the words sheād held for so long finally running dry.
She looked at him one last time, memorising the shape of his face, the boy she had loved and lost long before he ever realised. Then sat back down on the floor and continued packing, folding each piece of clothing and putting it away in silence, each one a silent goodbye.
When she noticed he still hadnāt left, that he was just watching him, she looked up at him. āI hope she makes you happy, Franco,ā she whispered, her voice barely a breath. āReally. I hope she gives you everything youāve ever dreamed of.ā
She looked back down not wanting to catch Francoās look of pity and closed her suitcase as he walked out of her room.
Walking out of her life for what felt like forever.
It was the peak of summer, the air heavy with heat and the scents of wildflowers and sun-baked earth drifting through the open kitchen window. She was sitting at the table, picking absently at a bowl of sliced fruit, half-listening as her mother hummed while tidying up, when her mother paused and gave her a look she couldnāt quite decipher.
āI almost forgot to mention,ā her mother said, wiping her hands on a towel, āFrancoās coming back to town soon. Said heāll be here next week with his girlfriend, so they can meet his family.ā
She looked down, letting the words sink in, feeling a familiar tightness bloom in her chest. She hadnāt spoken to Franco in weeks. Not since that night in Monza. Not since sheād finally let herself say all the things sheād bottled up for years, only to walk away feeling like sheād left a part of herself behind.
āOh,ā she murmured, keeping her tone as light as she could. āThatāsā¦ thatās good. His parents will be thrilled to meet her.ā
Her mother looked at her carefully, her gaze soft but probing, as if she could sense the ache that lingered beneath her daughterās casual words. āI thought maybe youād be excited too,ā her mother ventured, her voice gentle. āItās been a long time since youāve seen him.ā
She forced a small smile, looking down at her hands as she fiddled with her napkin. āActually, I was thinking about going to Buenos Aires for a bit. Just a week or two with TĆa Blanca. Iāve been meaning to go see her.ā
Her mother tilted her head, her expression somewhere between sympathy and exasperation. āYou canāt keep running from this, mi amor,ā she said, her voice tender but firm.
Her shoulders tensed, and for a moment, she didnāt know what to say. She knew her mother was right; every time she thought about seeing Franco, the old wound seemed to ache again, still raw, still fresh, no matter how many miles or weeks lay between them. But she wasnāt ready to face him yet. Not when the sight of him with someone else would only reopen everything sheād been trying so hard to let go of.
āI know I canāt keep running,ā she said finally, her voice barely a whisper, her fingers twisting the napkin in her lap. āBut I can now. And I can cope with that.ā
Her mother sighed softly, reaching out to place a warm hand over hers. āMi amor, one day, youāre going to have to stop protecting yourself from the things that hurt you. Itās the only way to truly move forward.ā
She nodded, her throat tight, unable to meet her motherās eyes. She knew her mother was right. But all she could think of was that moment in Monza, the echo of Francoās wordsāBut I love her. Words that still stung like salt on an open wound, even now.
āMaybe one day,ā she whispered, more to herself than to her mother. But for now, Buenos Aires felt like the safest place to beāfar from the memories, far from the impossible hope she still carried in her heart.
Her mother squeezed her hand gently before letting go, her silence filled with understanding. āThen go,ā she said, with a small, knowing smile. āBut youāll know when itās time to come home.ā
And as she sat there, her heart heavy with everything she couldnāt say, she only hoped her mother was right.
A few days later, everything was sorted and she was ready to go to her auntās place.
She swung her bag over her shoulder, taking a deep breath as she stepped out of the house, the warm morning sun casting long shadows across the familiar dirt road. She was just two steps away from the car when she spotted itāFrancoās car, parked at the edge of the drive.
Her heart lurched, her mind scrambling, and she muttered under her breath, āNo, no, noā¦ please, not now.ā She moved quickly toward her own car, fumbling for her keys as if speed alone could make her invisible. But before she could open the door, she heard his voice behind her.
āOye, there you are!ā he called, a wide, relieved smile on his face as he jogged over, his voice bright with the kind of joy she hadnāt heard from him in years. āI was hoping Iād run into you before you left. Itās been too long.ā
She barely managed to keep her face neutral, clutching her bag as if it could shield her. āYeah, well, Iāve got to get on the road. Donāt want to get stuck in traffic,ā she said, opening the boot to toss her bag inside. She avoided looking at him, focusing on the small tasksāclosing the boot, brushing off her hands, reaching for the door.
He took a step closer, his hand resting on the car door as if to keep her from leaving. āIāve missed you,ā he said, his tone softening. āYouā¦ you didnāt answer my calls after Monza. I didnāt know ifā¦ I just wanted to see you.ā
She swallowed hard, glancing away as she forced herself to stay calm, the last words she wanted to hear sitting heavy between them. āThatās great, Franco,ā she said, barely meeting his gaze, her words quick and mechanical. āBut I really should get going.ā
āWaitāā He looked at her, his expression slipping from surprise to concern. āCan we talk? Please?ā
But she was already climbing into the car, her hands gripping the steering wheel as she turned the ignition. She couldnāt bear to stay, couldnāt bear to let him see her break again. āTake care, Franco,ā she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she closed the door.
Before he could say another word, she pulled out, the tires kicking up dust as she drove away. In the rearview mirror, she saw him standing in the drive, watching her go, his face a mix of confusion and something close to sadness. She looked away, swallowing the lump in her throat as she focused on the road ahead.
But the further she drove, the harder it became to ignore the weight of all the memories tied to each familiar street and turn. Every signpost, every curve of the road reminded her of himātheir childhood spent racing bikes and kicking up dust, lazy afternoons wandering these streets, dreaming of the future he was now living.
Tears blurred her vision as she drove, the memories rushing in like floodwaters, filling her mind with images sheād tried so hard to push aside: Franco at fourteen, laughing as he beat her in yet another race down the hill; Franco, younger still, sharing a quiet moment in the field just beyond town, his eyes bright with the dreams theyād both carried.
She wiped at her eyes, her heart aching as each memory pulled her further into the past, a past where theyād been inseparable, a past where she hadnāt yet realised what loving him truly meant. She could almost hear his laughter, feel his presence beside her, as if he were still the boy sheād known, before life had pulled them down different paths.
By the time she reached her auntās building in Buenos Aires, the weight of the drive had started to lift, the cityās pulse a welcome distraction from the quiet countryside. She parked and took a moment to gather herself, feeling the ache from earlier settle into something softer, something that no longer felt as urgent or raw.
Just as she opened the car door, a familiar voice called out.
āĀ”Mira! Is that really you?ā
She looked up, startled, and felt her heart lift slightly. Standing by the curb was Angelo, an old friend from summers in the city. He had the same easy smile, his hair a little longer, his build a little broader, but his presence felt exactly as she rememberedāwarm and solid.
āAngelo!ā She smiled, the weight on her shoulders easing just a little more.
He walked over, giving her a friendly hug before reaching into the car to help with her bag. āLet me help. Youāre here for a visit?ā
āJust two weeks,ā she replied, trying to keep her voice steady as she glanced up at the familiar apartment building, a place that held a lifetime of summers, laughter, and memories untouched by the pain sheād left behind.
āWell, then,ā he said, grinning as he hefted her bag easily, āweāve got time to catch up.ā His tone was light, but there was something else in his eyes, a quiet warmth that made her feel unexpectedly hopeful.
She followed him up the steps, comforted by his familiarity and the steady, unhurried way he moved, like he knew every corner of this building as well as she did. As they reached her auntās door, she felt her pulse slow, steadied by his presence.
The door opened before they could knock, her auntās familiar face breaking into a radiant smile. āThere you are, mi niƱa!ā She hugged her tightly, then turned to Angelo with a knowing smile. āAnd look who brought you all the way to the door! Angelo, youāre a sweetheart.ā
He grinned, shrugging. āAnything for your family, seƱora.ā
They all laughed, and for the first time in months, she felt a genuine ease settle over her, as if sheād left more than just a town behindāsheād left the weight of everything sheād been carrying.
As she glanced between her aunt and Angelo, the ache that had gripped her chest all day faded. The streets of Buenos Aires were bright outside the door, warm and humming with life. She breathed it in, feeling herself begin to let go of everything that had haunted her on that long drive.
Because maybe now that she was here, she could forget Franco.
to be continuedā¦?
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moody pouty babies (cs55)
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ā¦ pairing - carlos sainz x female!reader
ā¦ genre - very little angst, funny arguments, tears, comfort
carlos getting moody after y/n comes back from a business trip
Carlos sat on the couch, arms crossed, staring at the door as Y/N came back from her business trip. He had been sulking ever since she left, and even though he had missed her terribly, he wasn't going to let it show right away.
āHey, babe,ā Y/N called out cheerfully as she stepped inside, carrying her bag. She looked at him with a smile, but Carlos just gave her a moody glance, barely grunting in response.
She raised an eyebrow, sensing his weird mood. āEverything okay?ā
Carlos huffed, standing up and pacing around the living room. āDo you know how much longer it took you to get home than it should have?ā
Y/N blinked, confused. āUh, I donāt know? Maybe ten minutes? There was some traffic from the airport.ā
āTen minutes!ā Carlos threw his hands up in frustration. āWhy did you take the longer route? You always take the one through the main road, but today you decide to take the one that adds time? After being away for so long, youād think youād want to come home faster.ā
Y/N stared at him, trying to gauge whether he was serious or not. "Carlos, it was just a little traffic. Itās no big deal.ā
He scoffed, his jaw tight. "Yeah, well, it is a big deal. And thatās not the only thing. Youā" he spun around to face her, his expression frustrated, "āyou didnāt pick up my calls fast enough either."
Y/N blinked again. "What?"
"You picked up on the fifth ring," Carlos accused, his eyes narrowing. "You usually answer by the second. What, you were too busy for me?"
Y/N bit her lip, trying not to laugh. He was so serious about this, and it was becoming obvious that this wasnāt about the traffic or the phone calls. He was upset because he missed her, just like she had missed him. Only, unlike her, Carlos didnāt know how to handle his feelings. He just got pouty. And angry. Over nothing.
"Carlos, I wasnāt ignoring you," she said, trying to sound reasonable. "I was just busy. I missed you too, you know."
"Did you?" he snapped, his voice rising slightly. "Because it didnāt feel like it when you left me waiting on your calls. And you didnāt even text me when you landed! I had to figure out you were back from looking at the flight tracker!"
Y/N pressed her lips together, stifling her amusement. He was sulking so much it was almost adorable.
āCarlos,ā she began softly, walking closer to him. āAre you really mad about the route I took home? Or the phone calls?ā
āYes!ā Carlos insisted, though his tone wasnāt as convincing. āAndā¦ and you didnāt even bring me my favorite snacks from the airport.ā
Y/N couldnāt help it. A laugh escaped her, and Carlosās face twisted into an even deeper pout.
āYouāre laughing?ā he grumbled, crossing his arms tighter. āThis isnāt funny, Y/N. I missed you and all I get is a long wait and a bad route home.ā
Seeing him in full pout mode, Y/N decided enough was enough. Before Carlos could protest further, she leaped onto his back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
āY/N! What are youāā
She didnāt let him finish as she started peppering his face with kisses. One on his cheek, then his jaw, then the tip of his nose. "I missed you," she cooed between kisses. "I missed you so much."
Carlosās protests faltered, his face softening even though he tried to hold onto his anger. "Iā"
Another kiss landed right on his pouty lips, and despite himself, he smiled. "Stop," he mumbled, though he didnāt sound convincing.
āNope!ā Y/N kissed his cheek again, giggling. āYouāre being so grumpy, Carlos. Why didnāt you just say you missed me?ā
Carlos sighed, finally giving in, though he was still pouting a little. "I did miss you," he muttered. "But you took so long to get back, and I justā¦ I donāt know. I hate it when youāre gone."
Y/N loosened her grip slightly, sliding off his back and facing him, cupping his cheeks with both hands. āYouāre such a baby sometimes,ā she teased, planting a kiss on his forehead. āI missed you too, you know. It wasnāt on purpose that I took the long route, and I wasnāt trying to ignore you. I just got caught up.ā
Carlos sighed again, his pout fading as he leaned into her touch. "I know. Iām justā¦ itās hard when youāre not here." He finally let his guard down, pulling her into a hug. āI missed you more than I care to admit.ā
Y/N smiled, hugging him tightly in return. "Well, Iām here now. And next time, Iāll make sure to take the shortest route home, okay? No more delays."
He chuckled softly, kissing the top of her head. "And pick up by the second ring."
Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. "Youāre impossible."
Carlos smirked, his mood lightening completely as he kissed her cheek one last time. "Iām your impossible."
y/n getting moody after carlos is gone for a triple header
The door to the apartment clicked open, and Carlos stepped inside, weary but smiling, his bag slung over his shoulder. He had just returned from a grueling triple-header and all he wanted was to relax. He was about to call out for Y/N when she stormed out of the living room, arms crossed, her lips pressed into a thin line.
"Hey, mi amor," Carlos greeted, still clueless about the storm that was brewing. "I missed you so much."
"Really? Did you?" Y/N shot back, her tone icy, though her eyes hinted at something deeper. She was upsetāno, more than upset. She was furious. About what? He didnāt know yet, but he had a feeling he was about to find out.
Carlos blinked, thrown off by her hostility. "Uh, yeah. Of course I did," he said, his voice unsure.
She scoffed. "Did you miss me enough to even notice that the painting in the hallway is crooked? It's been like that for weeks, Carlos!"
Carlos furrowed his brows in confusion. "The painting? What? Iā"
"You walk right past it like itās not a big deal! How do you not notice something like that? Itās right there!"
Carlos turned to look at the painting, squinting. "Itās barely tilted, Y/N. I can fix it right now if it bothers youā"
"Thatās not the point!" Y/N snapped, her frustration building. "Itās about paying attention! To the little things! You walk in here like everything is fine and you donāt even care about how things are falling apart while you're gone."
"Falling apart?" Carlos repeated, completely lost. "Youāre upset about the painting?"
Y/N threw her hands up in the air. "No, Carlos! Iām upset about everything! Youāve been gone for weeks, and Iām here, waiting, missing you, and you justāugh!" She let out an exasperated sound and turned away from him.
Carlos watched her, realization starting to dawn. This wasnāt about the painting. She was missing himāreally missing himāand all of this was her way of expressing it. But before he could respond, she whirled back around.
"And another thing!" she continued, her tone rising again. "Why do you leave your laundry in the same pile? Iām not your maid, Carlos. Iām not here to pick up after you every time you walk through the door. You could at leastā"
"Y/N," Carlos interrupted, trying not to smile. "Mi vida, youāre yelling about laundry now?"
"Yes! And the way you walk! You just stomp around like you donāt even care that people live here too!" She was pacing now, angry tears threatening to spill. "Itās like you come back and nothing changes, and you donāt care about the things that matter to me, andā"
Carlos stepped forward, his hands reaching out to gently hold her arms. "Y/N, stop," he said softly, finally understanding.
She paused, glaring up at him, her chest heaving as she tried to rein in her emotions. "What?" she muttered, still angry but now starting to feel embarrassed.
"Youāre not mad about the painting or the laundry," Carlos said, his voice calm, his eyes soft. "Youāre mad because you missed me."
Y/Nās lip trembled, and she looked away, her anger flickering. "No. I meanā¦ maybe. Butā"
"You missed me, and instead of saying that, youāre picking fights about silly things," Carlos continued, his tone playful now. "The painting? Really, cariƱo?"
Y/Nās cheeks flushed, and she crossed her arms again. "Well, it is crooked," she grumbled, her voice softer now.
Carlos chuckled, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around her waist. "You couldāve just said you missed me. I wouldāve held you and kissed you right away instead of talking about laundry and crooked paintings."
She huffed, her walls finally coming down as she leaned into him. "I didnāt want to sound clingy," she mumbled into his chest, her arms sliding around his back.
Carlos pressed a kiss to the top of her head, holding her tighter. "You could never be clingy. I missed you too, Y/N. So much."
She looked up at him, still trying to hold on to some of her frustration. "Well, I was alone for three whole races. You couldāve texted me more."
Carlos grinned, his eyes shining with affection. "You know Iām always busy on race weekends. But Iāll make it up to you. How about I fix the painting, do the laundry, and then we spend the rest of the day together?"
Y/N narrowed her eyes. "And no more stomping around the house?"
Carlos laughed. "No more stomping. I promise."
Finally, Y/N let herself smile, her anger melting away as she rested her head on his chest. "Okay. But the painting better be straight."
Carlos chuckled again and kissed her softly. "Whatever you say, mi amor. Whatever you say."
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Gear Shift Failure | MV1, LN4
Ships : Lando Norris x presenter! Reader , Max Verstappen x presenter! Reader
Genre : Fluff , Angst
Sub tags : Mutual Pinning , She fell too early , He fell too late.
Summary : A new f1 presenter and journalist has entered the paddock and she brings chaos along the way. And as competition looms , will the current Champion be as fast outside the track?
Face claim : Sofia Wylie
A/N: Upon receiving many requests, hereās the continuation you lovely goblins š¤. Also I am still continuing the Clash of Champions ~ i promise (finals end this week!!)
Part 1.
You fought the smile that was forming on your face, as you re-read your conversation with Lando from yesterday.
It has already been a week since your interview with Lando, yet you somehow found yourself in constant communication with the young British Driver. You werenāt going to deny that you enjoyed spending time and talking to him. And maybe going out on dates with Lando would do you good.
ā Ok, so I have a friend and she has a dilemmaā
You suddenly broke the silence in the room. You were in your designated office inside Sky yet again, but this time you had the older drivers lazying around your space. Some with a book in hand ā while the rest just played on their phones.
āWhatās your dilemma muƱequita? ā Fernando asked as he set down his phone, giving you his entire attention.
āNot me Nando! My friendā you exclaimed at the Spanish world champion who was lounging on your couch still munching on the chips he found in your stash.
āMhmā¦ yes your friend. Continue, sweetie~ ā Lewis urged you to speak, as he settled further into your couch right beside Fernando
ā Yes, let the girl speak! What is it Liefjeā Nico added as he clutched your oversized plush into his arms, a half-opened book dangling in his hands.
āMy friend likes this guy right? The two of them are very close and they share this connection that to others seems more than a friendship- and at one point my friend thought that he felt the same with her aāā
You once again didnāt finish your sentence when Nando interrupted you once more.
āReally? What happe-āThe Aston Martin driver was invested
āLET THE GIRL SPEAK!ā
āFERNANDO! ā
āMATE, I SWEAR!ā
They all collectively scolded the Spanish driver ā prompting him to laugh and raise his hands in surrender
āOk. So my friend thought that the guy that she liked was starting to like her back. But not a week later, the guy that she liked was rumored to have a girlfriend. And he started to avoid my friendā¦. This was 3 months ago by the way.ā You finally finished your story, and now you look at their reactions
Fernando, Lewis, Nico, and Valterri had all fallen into thinking.
āSo how long is the guy and the new girl going out? And how does your friend feelā the quiet Finnish driver gently asked you.
āOh, officially for a few weeks, I guess? My friend felt hurt of course. But it gets less painful overtimeā¦ uh she said that to meā
āOh. Thatās good for your friend, liefjie! By the sound of it she slowly moving onā Nico uttered, a sense of comfort rushed through you
āHow is your friend now, Is she feeling ok?ā Lewis asked empathically
ā Sheās great, and youāre right Nico. She slowly moving on.ā
āSo whatās the problem muƱequita?ā
āWell, another person had asked her out and she feels guilty because she doesnāt want to use him to get over the guy she likesā you explained to the 4 older drivers.
āWHO ASKED YOU OUT !? Young lady tell us this instance!ā You didnāt expect Lewisā outbursts ā you expect Nando to react that way, but not Lewis!
āItās not me!!ā You tried to bluff once more
āY/N, we know itās youā Nico explained with a smile, while you pouted as they all chuckled.
āOK FINE! Itās meā You utter as you gave up the act.
āSo I assume the guy you were talking about was Max, right?ā Valtteri asked, finally speaking.
āIām very obvious arenāt I?ā You said defeated, as you stood up from your seat and wedged yourself beside Nico.
āEveryone with a pair of eyes knew something was between you and Max, ā Nando said as Valterri nodded in agreement.
āYoung lady, you havenāt answered my question. Who asked you? Is it another driver?ā Suddenly you felt like you were on the hot seat ā as all their eyes focused on you with eyebrows raised. It felt like you were being questioned by your dad.
āUhmm yes, itās another driverā¦ itās Landoā You said as you picked on your nails. A shy smile graces your face.
ā He finally had the balls to ask huh?ā Nando snickered
āWhat?? You also knew?!ā You asked flabbergasted. You surveyed the room and saw all of them snickering amongst themselves.
āHe did ask for my permission, sort ofā¦ it was just jumbled words that didnāt make sense thenā Lewis explained as he visibly got less tense.
āLando asked permission from you?? What are you, my dad?ā You asked amused, come to think of it Lewis was sort of a father figure to you. Being that he always supported and guided you ever since the start of your journey in Formula 1
āWell, you sticking around me like a toddler in your first year here doesnāt help, sweetie.ā Lewis could only laugh at the memories of him taking care of you. Memories like Lewis driving you around, giving you food, telling you to talk to others.
āAnd what are you guys? My uncles?ā You asked the 3 drivers, who only shrugged and nodded.
āWell, should I say yes to Lando then?ā You asked dropping all pretense and just laying it all out
āIt wouldnāt hurt to try, Liefjieā Nico advised
āYeah try something new, Dear. Max had his chance and he didnāt take it. So go have fun with Lando!ā Fernando added, patting your hand.
You set your eyes on Valtteri ā who only nodded his head with a smile.
ā You have our approval, and weāll support your decision, sweetie! Do what will make you happyā Lewis said comfortingly
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the.Y/N Apparently, @lewishamilton is my father?? I was only made notice now, ok I guess.
lewishamilton thank you for the flattering pictures , sweetie š„²
the.Y/N oh no worries, pops! More to come I swearš¤
user1 Y/N please donāt dogshow the old man š
user2 HAHAHAHAAH I swear Y/N is a different breed
user3 Awwww! I always loved it when Lewis calls Y/N sweetie.
user4 The grid father and daughter pairing š¤
landonorris Oh, You werenāt aware?
the.Y/N No, I was not :)) . I was made aware when someone asked for permission.
landonorris well glad to be of service
lewishamilton @landonorris get your act straight! I already approve
landonorris @lewishamilton will do my very best, sir. Thank you š«”
the.Y/N I hate and love you both š®āšØ
User1 Approve of what Sir Lewis?? Lando is approved for what??
mercedesamgf1 family photo with Roscoe when?
the.Y/N already have tons of it in the gallery š
You continued to scroll past your feed and Kellyās post appeared ā¦
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You knew that you shouldnāt feel jealousy or anger, but you couldnāt help but frown as you saw Max and Kelly acting all sweet. It still stung that you didnāt mean anything more to Max, all the memories youāve made youāve looked at rose-tinted, shattered.
So you strengthened your resolve and focused all your thoughts on your work. You then remembered that you had a date with Lando. You went back to your conversation a while ago
Then slowly, without noticing, a smile bloomed on your face at the thought of Lando Norris.
One date with Lando turned into two, two turned into three, then four and five.
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the.Y/N So much fun , laughs , and food š§” 10/10 would do again!
charles_leclerc you arenāt sneaky with that orange heart y/n
the.y/n š¤·āāļøš¤·āāļøš¤·āāļø
lewishamilton stay safe and go home early ~ iām watching you two.
the.Y/N hehehe will do, promise
User1 Ms. Y/N are you seeing someone š§
the.Y/N I dunno~ maybeeee
User2 ok! Im invested. Who is it @the.Y/N?? Please spill
User2 this is so Lando Norris coded I swear.
User 6 I know!! Golf and karting? Could they be more obvious. Ughh I ship itš§”
User3 you look sooooooo pretty Y/N!! who everās dating , I hope they could fight . š¤
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User3 LANDO NORRIS LIKED MY COMMENT??? HELLO?!
User4 Lando????!!
You were progressively forgetting your feelings for the Dutch Red Bull Driver . How can you not? When Lando Norris had been showering you with so much love and affection.
Then finally, Lando asked you to be his girlfriend. You said yes. You were ready to let someone else in your heartā and this time you were sure that there was someone to catch you when you fell.
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charles_leclerc I made this couple šŖ It was all MEEEE.
landonorris š§”š¤ someones getting bolder ey?
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the.Y/N And I was bold? Ok soft launch ~ Kudos mr. Norris! I wonāt go down without a fight tho š«”
charles_leclerc someones being braveee
carlossainz55 Landino! Are you and y/n ready to share to the world then?
The two of you kept everything on the low, yet you didnāt keep it a secret ā only very select few knew. Lando and you wanted to enjoy what you two had to yourselves first. Everyone outside your circle thought that the two of you were just friends.
But that didnāt stop either of you from posting online.
Max saw your posts and the feeling of something clawing in his stomach resurfaced. He didnāt like it one bit. It has been 2 months ever since he found out that Lando held feelings for you. And it has been a month since the two of you properly spoke. And if he were honest to himself, Max missed your presence dearly.
Kelly didnāt have anything in common with him. And most of the time, he grew bored and he just wanted to crawl back to his sim and drive constantly.
Max missed talking about everything and nothing with you. He missed how you shared his interests and how the two of you explored every one of them. Max just missedā¦ You.
The longer he stared at his phone screen, the deeper his anxiety rose. He didnāt like what he saw, not one bit. He needed to do something about it.
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You are lounging in your Boyfriendās condo, dressed in a hoodie that you stole from his dresser. Soft music played on the centralized sound system.
Lando was inside his streaming room live on Twitch, while you made your way into his kitchen and started to cook dinner for the two of you. Lando did love your cooking.
Then suddenly your phone rang and to your surprise it was Max calling. Without any further thought, you picked up the call.
āHello, Y/N?ā You heard Maxās voice on the line, the usual butterflies present in your stomach were now absent. You didnāt feel the bubbling sensation you used to feel when Max unexpectedly called.
Then suddenly, you heard Lando shout nonsense, probably at his best mate. A smile grazed your lips as you heard your boyfriendās shout in the distance.
āOh, hi Max! Whatās up?ā You asked curiously, balancing your phone on your shoulders as you took out the ingredients from the fridge.
āWhere are you, right now? No oneās answering the front doorā Maxās reply startled you. Why is he at your house all of a sudden?
āWhat? Youāre in my houseā¦ uh why?ā You asked, a tone of confusion present in your voice
āItās Wednesday, Movie night rememberā You were filled with even more perplexity for the Red Bull driver. The two of you havenāt talked one one-on-one for nearly a month, not even through chat. Movie nights with Max were long forgotten.
āMaxā¦. We havenāt had movie night in 3 months.ā You replied carefully.
āUhm, we can start again?ā You sensed the hopelessness in his voice.
āIām sorry Max, Iām at Landoās right nowā¦ and I donāt think your girlfriend would appreciate it if we suddenly continued movie nightsā
āYouāre at Landoās? Y/N its already la-ā
āMax I think itās best if we kept our distanceā¦ yeah?ā You suddenly interjected, clearly stating your boundaries.
āWhat?! Why?ā Max asked incredulously
āMax ā¦ you have a girlfriend! I donāt want to create any misunderstandings. And I donāt want Lando to have doubts ā¦ considering that I used to have feelings for you before. But we can still hang out ā¦ but in a group settingā
You didnāt mean to spill everything and tell Max of your past feelings for him, but you found yourself relieved of letting it out of your chest. Now you could truly say that you have moved on.
There was silence before Max had finally answered. āOhā¦ ok. I understandā
āBye Maxā At that you ended the call, leaving that part of your past behind.
The sound of the call ending echoed in Maxās head. The words youāve said slowly dawned on him.
You liked him? Since when? Suddenly understanding and relief filled Max. He realized that he liked you more than just a sister. He didnāt look at you as just a friend. He suddenly understood the emotions that he was so afraid to explore before. What he felt for you was something so strong that it scared him. It wasnāt like what he felt when he was with Kelly, no. But with you, He felt vulnerable, He felt like everything was on the table because you understood him so well.
Then suddenly Max froze, as if cold water was dumped all over him. You said liked ā¦ past tensed. You didnāt like him anymore. Max was suddenly filled with dread, chest hurting as if tons of weight pressed on it.
He had his chances in making you his, and his alone. Max Verstappen maybe the fastest driver on the grid , but outside the track ā he had failed to switch gears from making you from a friend to much much more. He had lost you and it was all his fault.
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Can you write one about were Logan x female reader x oscar or Lando x female reader x Oscar or Logan x Female reader x oscar x lando
Where They are at a afterparty for a race and since y/n was being a needy and bratty all race week and weekend long before they went to the after party some one of the 2-3 drivers had put a vibrator up her ass and at the party since she was still acting needy and bratty they started to turn up the power of the vibrator as they keep teasing her until she is on the edge about to cum and they stop telling her itās her punishment for taking bratty all week and race weekend long as she started to beg and plead to let herself finish, they all take a car home to there shared apartment and but the vibrator at max power again and continue this in their room were they end up have unprotected sex, use rope and a mouth gag, blindfold, call her dirty names and say dirtier things to her or in her ear and after for aftercare they take super good care of her
Oscar is a Dom and in charge Lando and Logan can we doms or switchs, y/n is a sub
I'm actually gnawing at the bars of my enclosure right now, I love you anonymous šš«£.
You Shouldn't Have Done That
Oscar Piastri x Fem!Reader x Logan Sargeant x Lando Norris
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Warnings: SMUT, Bondage, Vibrators, Overstimulation, Bratty Y/N, Sucker Logan, Mean Lando, MEANER Oscar, Crying, Slapping, Anal, Triple Penetration, probably more but I forgot
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part 2
A knock at the door is what drew my attention away from my phone that I'd been staring at for the last 15 minutes reading a few of these 'fan fictions' about my boyfriends that people were DMing me. Apparently somebody with no life named 'logansargeantsbabymom' has been making shit smut and posting it on Tumblr.
"Baby, race is about to start" I could recognize that beautiful English accent from a mile away.
Normally hearing Lando's incredibly sexy voice would make my bones start jumping in my skin but apparently I'm not the only fucking one because people fantasize about having the filthiest sex with him, write about it, post it on Tumblr and his fans eat it up!!
"I'm coming" I said nonchalantly as I got off the sofa that Lando had in his drivers room.
Lando held the door open for me as I brushed past him making my way to the back of the garage and then out of it. I didn't want to see him.
"What's wrong with her?" Oscar says as he came up from behind Lando
"I've got no clue but if she keeps it up I'm fucking it out of her" Lando shrugged before putting his helmet on
One thing about me is that I will make sure I am the one that puts on all three of my boyfriends helmets on them. I love to go up on my tippy toes to bite the tip of their nose before placing a kiss on it then the helmet on them. I've always done it even if we had gotten into the biggest argument on planet earth but right now, that's the last thing I wanted to do for Lando. I couldn't do it for Oscar either because then I'd fell bad for doing our normal race day tradition on Oscar and then just dipping and leaving Lando alone.
I also didn't want to deal with the consequences of "favoriting" Logan if I only did it for him so I skipped out on the tradition as a whole. The race was about to start in 10 minutes which means the drivers are all about to or already in their car and getting ready to get out on the track. I couldn't go back into the McLaren garage or I'd have to face two of the three boyfriends I'd just pissed off and I couldn't go to the Williams garage because they probably already texted Logan. So I went to the next best place: The Mercedes Garage.
I was forbidden to go in the Mercedes garage alone because apparently Lewis has a 'thing' for me, which wouldn't surprise me because I'm hot.
"Hey Y/N, what're you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be biting your boyfriends' noses?" I knew that cheeky English accent and it belong to the man that I was never to be in a room with alone.
"Lewis! Supposed to? Yes. Am? No, they pissed me off so I'm ignoring them." I shrugged. I really couldn't care less how they were going to react to me breaking tradition.
"Isn't that just going to get you in trouble?" Lewis said cautiously
"Not as much trouble I'll be in if they find out I was here with you alone." I chuckled as I shrugged.
I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket like crazy which caused me to whip it out and see what the fuck was going on.
Fantastic 4
Fav Butt Plug: I swear to the heavens above Y/N if this girl whose on the screen right now is you in the Mercedes garage with Lewis ALONE, I'm having your ass tonight. Oscunt: I want to know what the fuck has you all pissed at Lando but I don't like your little stunt of ignoring ME. Me: Stalkers Logie: Baby, why didn't you come to put my helmet on? Fav Butt Plug: You have one more time to piss me off Y/N.
"Lewis do you want to help me with something real quick?" The idea I had in mind was sure to make the tabloids right away and send the internet into a frenzy
"I don't like the general direction of where your idea's go." I waved a hand at him
"Let me put your helmet on you, I promise there will be no kissing" I looked at the clock, Lewis had 5 minutes before he was to be getting on the track and with a quick nod of his head I took the helmet out of his hands before securing it on his head before giving him a big smile and a bear hug before he was ushered into his car.
As I was exiting the Mercedes garage, I didn't know where I was going to go. Everyone is still in their respective garages and I'm NOT facing my boyfriends right now. Shortly after my encounter with
Fantastic 4 Fav Butt Plug: expect 10 orgasms MINIMUM tonight. Oscunt: None of which from me so don't ask. Logie: Did I do something baby? Why did you put Lewis' helmet on and not mine? Oscunt: Logan, she's being a brat. She didn't put mine or Lando's helmets on. Logie: I'm sorry for whatever I did to you, my sweet girl Oscunt: She acts this way because you give into her every ask, this is your fault Logan. I hope you crash. Logie: first of all, don't say that because I still don't have a seat for next season. Secondly, I do give into her every word because she's my pillow princess. Me: At least someone appreciates me, I love you Logan Logie: I love you more. Oscunt: She was never spoiled or a brat until you came along Logan, maybe you deserved to get punished alongside your dear 'pillow princess'. Me: Don't you dipshits (not you Logan) have a race? Stop texting me and drive.
āāāāāāāā
And drive is exactly what they did because Lando came in 1st, Oscar 3rd and Logan 4th.
The race was definitely a hard one with the on and off rain, the wall of champions and the hairpin but somehow they all managed it and they did it well.
Usually when one of my boyfriends has a good race weekend the victory sex is amazing but all 3 of them placed in the top 4? I donāt think Iām getting ANY rest tonight.
I stood by the scale so I could congratulate 2 of my boyfriends for their victory podiums but after they were congratulated by their team and they recorded their weights, they walked right past me.
I felt a sharp pain in my heart at their act but then I realized why they did what they did, I was being a brat before the race but if they wanna act like that, I will one up them.
I turned my head to the man who was currently getting his weight recorded and the man who came in second. It also happens to be the same man who Iām not allowed to be alone with.
āLEWIS!! CONGRATULATIONS!ā I screamed as I hugged him, making sure to make the hug last a little longer than a typical āfriendā hug would last while also swaying us side to side.
"Y/N! Thank you, thank you. Are you coming to the after party, we already rented out the whole bar?" There was a little sparkle in his eyes that gave me an idea.
A sly smirk plastered itself on my face "Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world, especially if you're going to be there!" I placed a quick kiss on his cheek before placing my hand where I had just placed the kiss.
"Y/N!!" It was a loud and angry yell that should've scared me but it did the exact opposite, it turned me on.
I turned to face the person the voice belonged to, to see Lando with the meanest glare I've ever seen on his face. I gave a little nod goodbye to Lewis before making my way to Lando.
"Hey my handsome winner" I said when I got close enough as I ran my hand through his thick and messy curls, it didn't last long though because he grabbed my wrist and dragged me with him to his drivers room.
When we got there he opened the door and shoved me inside where I was met with my other two boyfriends who looked less than pleased with me. Lando slammed the door shut which caused me to jump and face him.
Lando's face didn't shift a bit from his angry demeanor. "Oh, is bunny scared? Surprised she can act any other way that isn't bratty" I heard a voice from behind me say as a chest was up pressed against my back and felt the back of a hand trace the side of my face before gripping the flesh of my throat.
"Oscar" it came out as a choked groan
I saw Logan from the corner of my eyes fishing something out of a box that Lando had stowed away behind the sofa before he made his way over to us. Oscar still had his hand on my throat but he ushered me towards the massage bed Lando has before aggressively bending me over on it which caused me to let out a groan. I could hear Logan's footsteps coming closer to where Lando was before handing him a pink object and I felt Oscar's hand at the hem of my leggings before yanking them down along with my panties.
At first Oscar was just playing with the flesh of my ass and occasionally leaving harsh slaps on it saying things like "You asked for this", "take this part of your punishment like a good girl and maybe I'll tell Lando to go easy on you." I heard Lando whisper something to Oscar and then I felt one more final and harsh slap on my ass before I felt Oscar's hands spread open my ass cheeks and forced his thumb in my tight asshole thrusting it in and out before shoving the Lush lovense vibrator where his thumb once was.
A loud string of moans and curse words left my lips before I felt a pair of lips on mine swallowing my moans. When he pulled away, I opened my eyes to see my favorite American right there looking at me with sympathetic eyes. Logan never liked when I got punished and had to deal with all the roughness Lando and Oscar put me through, he only liked soft, vanilla sex most of the time.
"It's okay baby, just be good" Logan said before he placed a soft and tender kiss on my lips.
Oscar's rough hands yanked me back into a standing position and Lando bent over to lift my leggings back up and over my waist before lightly slapping my cheek
"This is how you're going to the afterparty, don't you even think about cumming until we get home OR unless me or Oscar give you permission." I knew he was going to leave Logan out of giving me permission because he gives me basically everything I want with just a bat of my lashes.
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We've only been in this bar/club for less than 30 minutes and I'm already sweating. I'm not sweating because there's a lot of people in here all grinding against each other, no I'm sweating because Lando keeps turning the vibrator on the fastest setting and letting it go just until I'm about to cum before he turns it off denying me any sort of relief and he's done this about 6 times already. I can't do this anymore.
Lando turned the vibrator on full blast and watched as I squirmed in my seat as I was having a conversation with Alex
"Are you okay? You're sweating more than normal right now and you keep fidgeting" Poor Alex, she seemed so concerned
"Yeah I just have to go to the bathroom, I've had to pee for a while now but I didn't want to interrupt your story" It wasn't a total lie, I didn't want to interrupt her story but I didn't have to pee.
"Oh Y/N, go to bathroom, I'll be here!" with that I quickly made my way to the ladies room quickly checking every stall before settling into one and taking the vibrator out of my ass, sighing in relief before wrapping it in toilet paper and tossing it into the bin.
Exiting the stall with a smile on my face, I quickly washed my hands before making my way back to Alex.
"Hey, sorry about that again. I really had to go" I tried to sound sincere, mainly because I was.
Alex finished telling me about her story about how Charles surprised her with a trip to Sydney and all the fun things they did over in the down under when I felt quick and rapid taps on my shoulder, prompting me to look at the man who was tapping me aggressively.
"Baby, we have to go now, Logan just got really sick" My heart dropped and I looked over Lando's shoulder to see Oscar helping Logan out of the bar.
"I'm sorry Alex, I have to go" I didn't wait for her response before I bolted past Lando and out the door.
Much to my surprise when I made it past the bar doors, I saw Logan and Oscar laughing up a storm and having a good time. My mouth hung in shock as I couldn't believe the sight in front of me. I was about to turn around to give Lando a piece of my mind for lying to me and making me cut my conversation short.... AGAIN.
"Lando! How dare you lie-" I couldn't finish my sentence due to Lando holding up his hand signaling me to shut up before pulling his phone out and flipping it.
The sight made my face drop, he was currently showing me the app he has to control my vibrator setting and it was all the way up.
"Bunny, do you know how many times I turned this up tonight?" Lando tilted his head and when I didn't answer he tsked before walking closer to me "I'm not asking you again. Answer me like a good girl and I won't punish you."
"You won't?" he shook his head "I took it out at 6, I don't know how many more times you did it after"
"I turned it up 4 more times after you took it out." I felt a body against my back
"Just wait until we get home for your punishment " Oscar whispered in my ear before slapping my ass so hard I let out a little yelp
"I thought I wasn't getting punished?" I said confused
"No, I said I wasn't punishing you. I said nothing about Oscar" A cocky smirk plastered itself on Lando's insanely hot face and I watched as him and Oscar both got into Lando's McLaren.
I felt a hand on the small of my back and I turned to see Logan, he seemed to have a sympathetic look on his face "I tried to get them to come up with a different type of punishment then what you're getting but they didn't want to hear it. Don't say I didn't try to help you"
Oh god.
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When we got back to Oscar's apartment, I almost didn't want to go in. I didn't have to have to endure the punishments they had in store for me but Oscar didn't take lightly to that and in 2 seconds flat he threw me over his shoulders and walked me to his room.
Lando had made his way to his room to get what he claimed was 'part of your punishment' while Logan closed the door to the apartment. Oscar had chucked me on the bed before yanking me to the edge of it, holding a hand on my chin forcing me to look at him in the eyes.
"Strip" was all Oscar said. I did as I was told because I already knew I was in for a long night and I didn't want to push Oscar any further.
I started slowly unbuttoning my dress shirt but Oscar didn't like that, he ripped the shirt open sending the buttons flying everywhere. I wanted to yell at him for ruining my favorite shirt but I knew there was going to be no point. When Lando and Logan walked in the room I could tell they also knew that I wouldn't be in the pubic eye for about a week after all three of them were done with me.
Logan made his way around and on the bed to be right behind me "These tits, oh my gosh. You're going to be the death of me" Logan mumbled into the crook of my neck as his hands made their way around my body to grope my chest.
"I can't wait to burry my cock in her tight little ass" Lando said as he sat on the bed beside me and started to kiss my shoulder. I let out a string of moans as I had two pairs of lips kissing and sucking on two different parts of my body
"Wanna tell me what made you so upset earlier that caused you to be bratty all day today? Hmm?" Lando said as his hand snaked its way down my stomach and under the elastic of my leggings.
"Let's take these off, yeah?" Oscar said as he yanked them off my body.
My legs instinctively opened to allow Lando more access to where I ached for him the most.
"I saw- oh my gosh Lando, please" I was cut off my Lando having inserted two digits into my pussy, thrusting them in and out while his thumb started rubbing circles on my clit.
"I believe Lando asked you a question Bunny" Oscar said as he reached his hands around my body to unclasp my bra.
His one hand immediately found my breast and started circling my nipples as Logan moved to the opposite side of him to attach his mouth to my other breast, swirling his tongue around the bud of my nipple.
"I saw people fantasize about fucking you. All of you" it sounded pathetic and hypocritical coming from me because I did the exact same thing before I got with all three of them.
"Bunny, we only have eyes for you." Lando said as he kiss the tip of my nose "But you're still getting punished" with that Lando grabbed me and yanked my body onto his, my back against his chest as he fists his cock a few times before aligning it to my asshole and thrusting up and in my tight hole. A loud cry escaped my lips before Oscars mouth found mine drowning out the noise. I felt the cushion of the bed dip before feeling a tap on my face, I opened it to see Logan cock right next to my face.
My mouth instinctively opened and took his cock in, moaning at the taste of his precum on my tongue. Logan started to thrust his cock in my mouth at a pace that had drool running down my chin in no time. The sound of me choking on Logans cock and skin to skin contact from Lando's painfully rough thrusts was all that filled the room. Oscar soon joined the party as he shoved his cock into my cunt with no warning which caused me to pull my mouth away from Logan cock to let out an unexpected screech.
"I didn't say you could stop sucking my cock, now did I?" Logan said as he gripped my face and shoved his cock back in my mouth, this time he fucked my face with so much force I thought I was fucking a different guy.
Soon enough after everyones strokes and pace matched, I knew I was one step closer to the edge and I was about to break (pls get the linkin park reference) . I felt the coil in the stomach tighten and my orgasm was finally about to wash over me tonight.
As if they all read my mind or just knew my body, the all simultaneously pulled out and left me nothing.
"No!" I cried at the empty feeling washing over my body, it all felt like sudden coldness.
"You didn't think we were letting you off the hook that easily did you?" Lando's tone mocking as he ordered "Go up against the headboard"
I did as I was told knowing there was no point in fighting them. Once I was against the board, I watched Lando as he grabbed what he went to his room for: A blindfold, rope and one singular feather.
Lando tossed the rope to Oscar who immediately started tying my wrists to the bedposts and threw the blindfold to Logan who eagerly took it out the packaging and on my face.
The room fell silent for about a minute after I was tied up, no one moved, no one talked. I felt the bed dip and the movement caused my whole body to tense, soon after I felt the feather being dragged up my thigh to my stomach before feeling it swirl around my nipples. A mix of moans, groans, and "fuck"s all left my mouth as I felt my orgasm creeping closer.
"Baby, I'm going to fuck you now, okay?" Oscar said before he aligned himself with the entrance of my cunt before sliding in with ease, his thrusts started off slow and sensual, allowing me to adjust to his size before his thrust became rough and erratic.
Oscar wasn't the only one eager to get his dick wet because I felt a thumb tap my bottom lip, signaling me to open it before I felt a cock brush past my lips. Based on his thrust in my mouth, I could tell it was Lando's cock that I was currently sucking, his pace relentless.
Oscar's hips started stuttering against my body as his thrusts slowed and I knew he was close to his orgasm. One thing about Oscar is that when he cums, he never wants to do it alone which means I'm finally about to get my release that's been eluding me all night.
Oscar abruptly pulled his cock out of me leaving me empty and orgasmless again, my disappointment didn't last long because as fast as Oscar pulled out Logan just as fast attached his mouth to my clit, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud bringing me close to my orgasm, which I was fully prepared to not have again.
Much to my surprise Logan didn't stop which prompted me to wrap my legs around his head making sure he couldn't go anywhere as he pushed me off the edge and I came with a loud strings of cursing and chants of 'Logan' leaving my mouth as my body shuddered and my legs squeezed around Logan head. I felt him moan against my vagina which made my body jerk upward at the vibrations.
Soon after I came down from my high, I felt a strong pair of hands yanking my legs apart before feeling Logan because torn away from my pussy.
"You shouldn't have done that Logan" Lando whispered in his ear.
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y'all- if there's typos or a part doesn't make sense its because I'm sleepy. I wanted to put something out because I haven't in like 3 days or something like that and I felt bad.
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f1 š© Red flag in FP3 at Circuit Zandvoort as Logan Sargeant suffers a huge crash. Thankfully the Williams driver is out of the car and reports that he is doing okay, but the same cannot be said for his car.
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user1 he's making williams bleed money.
user2 he is definitely bringing in more than he costs. user3 logan's been in what four crashes already? user4 he's made them lose at least $3 million in repair work.
user5 glad he's okay!!
user6 they need to fire him.
user7 exactly, logan isn't good enough to race in formula one user8 dude roscoe or leo could probably drive better than him user9 honestly, how does he have a job atp user10 petition to fire sargeant before monza
user11 why is he still here?
user12 right? the crash was so avoidable. user13 he should have been replaced over summer break.
user14 how does his guy have any fans?
user15 he doesn't user16 mainly just fangirls who like him for his looks user17 how does he still have a car or a team?
user18 just sack him honestly
user19 guys stop saying bad things about him, i can't like everything!
user20 you got me at the first half š
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williamsracing We'd like to thank Logan for his work over the past two seasons. He will continue as a member of the Williams family and we wish him all the best for his future endeavours.
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user1 good riddance
user2 right? how did that guy have a car for this long!? user3 i mean i can drive better than logan š user4 that's not too difficult uk, just don't crash š
user5 well done williams!
user6 took them long enough to come to their senses user7 now that they have a good car, it really was time to sack him
user8 i feel so bad š
user9 thank god, he's just a financial liability
user10 bye bye š
user11 really was about time! user12 can't wait to see colapinto in the car user13 watch him make the points in his debut race user14 that'll be so embarrassing for sargeant user15 who cares?
user16 nooooooo š¦
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user17 let's go franco colapinto š¦š·
user18 is this really a shock to anyone?
user19 i was counting down the days after zandvoort user20 i thought they'd sack him right after that fp3 crash!
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text exchanges between y/n & logan dated 27/08.
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yourinstagram there's escape in escaping.
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lilyzneimer this is so cute š
user1 couple goals fr fr
user2 right? i need a logan in my life š„ŗ user3 why so he can crash into you? man's jobless.
logansargeant a much needed break with my favourite person ā¤ļø
yourinstagram you deserved every second of it! logansargeant thank you for making it so special, babe. logansargeant i'm still smiling š yourinstagram awww, i love you more than words can describe š logansargeant not as much as i love you, but nice try š user4 why are they so adorable?!?
oscarpiastri i hope you two enjoyed france, it's a beautiful place!
user4 i'm sure they did š yourinstagram we had a great time, got to visit annecy too. lilyzneimer they took our suggestion oscā£ļø
alexalbon been to france twice in less than two months š®
logansargeant did it without the yacht this time dude. yourinstagram its logan's new favourite country š user5 what happened to mr america?! logansargeant the betrayal babe š¢
user6 they're so cute together š«¶
user7 right? we love ms americana and her heartbreak princeš
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logansargeant Couldn't be prouder, dr. l/n š ā¤ļø
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georgerussell congratulations y/n!
yourinstagram aww, this is so cute babe - i'm going to cry š„ŗ
logansargeant you deserve this moment so much ā¤ļø logansargeant i can't wait to watch you shine as a doctor š¤©
lilymhe such a beautiful graduation š
alexalbon where are my photo credits logan?!? congrats y/n
logansargeant you took one picture. alexalbon which you used! yourinstagram why do i sound like an afterthought alex š¢ alexalbon sorry? š
yourinstagram that sounds like a question, i'm heartbroken! alexalbon you're dramatic yourinstagram well, so are you. logansargeant presenting the drama king and queen, everyone. user1 i live for the alex and y/n banter! user2 right? they are so sibling-coded.
oscarpiastri we're so proud of you, y/n!
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user3 excuse me, logan's girlfriend is a doctor?!?
user4 yeah, she graduated from oxford, she's like super smart! user5 i'm so happy for her tbh
user6 love how successful they both are rn!
user7 right? logan's doing amazing in indycar rn š¤© user8 they're honestly living the american dream user9 after all the williams and f1 drama, i'm so deserve it
user10 it's giving miss americana
user11 so demure, so mindful user12 that trend's getting so old now š
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yourinstagram It's you and me, that's my whole world š š«¶
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user1 oh. my. god.
user2 we're finally getting mr and mrs americanaš¤© user3 i can't believe she'll be mrs sargeant soon!
lilyzneimer congratulations š
user4 just can't take the florida out of the man
user5 i was just about to comment that! user6 this is definitely in fort lauderdale user7 they met there, so it's probably really special <3
georgerussell can't wait for the wedding mate!
alexalbon can we take a minute to appreciate my help?
logansargeant shhhhh š yourinstagram go on... lilymhe please, you literally did nothing alex alexalbon i did too, i let logan borrow the marquee letters! lilymhe you let him borrow two m's and a y user8 i live for lily roasting alex in the comments š
oscarpiastri congrats, just saying, i expect an invitation š„ŗ
yourinstagram the matchmaker gets a spot on the bridal party š user9 oscar introduced y/n and logan?!? user10 don't be afraid to spill the story oscar, we're all waiting...
user11 this is going to be the wedding of the year!
user12 more like the century user13 of course, it's the royal american wedding š¦
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user14 i'm so happy, this has been such a good year for them
user15 right? y/n's a doctor now and logan won rookie of the year user16 what a turnaround after his f1 career user17 counting the days till they're begging him to return user18 his replacements haven't even bagged any points š
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yourinstagram I take this magnetic force of a man to be my lover...
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logansargeant you made me the luckiest man alive, mrs sargeant ā¤ļø
logansargeant or should i say dr sargeant š yourinstagram not as lucky as i am mr sargeant š yourinstagram or should i say indycar drivers' champion š
oscarpiastri so happy for the two of you!
lilyzneimer what a beautiful wedding ā¤ļø
user1 you can't just drop a whole wedding with no warning š
user2 right? like i'm going to need 2-3 days to recover user3 i love how they were able to keep a whole wedding hidden user4 exactly, i'm glad they got some privacy.
alexalbon and best man of the year goes to...
oscarpiastri me! alexalbon the lies, the outrage, we both know it was me š® oscarpiastri please. alexalbon y/n, logan, what's the verdict? yourinstagram i plead the fifth! logansargeant what she said. alexalbon traitors.
user5 y/n's the prettiest bride i've ever seen š
user6 and logan's the most handsome groom! user7 they really are a match made in heaven. user8 i'm so, so happy for them!
user9 these pictures are so cute
user10 definitely the wedding of the year š
user11 that dip is so extra, but we love it š
user12 presenting miss americana and her heartbreak prince!
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logansargeant I was enchanted to meet youā£ļø
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yourinstagram the best christmas gift ever ā¤ļø
logansargeant absolutely, i couldn't have asked for anything more logansargeant thank you for giving me this opportunity darling š yourinstagram couldn't have done it without you love š alexalbon they may be all love dovey here, but that's all lies alexalbon y/n threatened logan so many times during labour š lilymhe cut my girl some slack, you'll have a broken hand if you put me through that kind of pain š alexalbon but babies? š„ŗ user1 we all know who's sleeping on the sofa tonight...
oscarpiastri so who do we have a godfather in mind?
alexalbon we both know it's going to be me. oscarpiastri i'm just saying, i am more responsible alexalbon for the 100th time, i didn't lose my cousin oscarpiastri no, you just misplaced him in a massive crowd š user2 i didn't know i needed alex and oscar banter in my life.
user3 awww, the baby is so adorable
user4 right? logan and y/n make such cute babies user5 i wonder what they've named the baby... user6 we all know it's going to be the most american name ever!
user7 congratulations!
georgerussell amazing news guys! can't wait to meet her š
estebanocon FĆ©licitations Ć vous deux!
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logansargeant I am incredibly excited to announce that i'll be returning to formula one in the coming season to drive for Haas. I would like to thank Andretti for giving me three phenomenal seasons with IndyCar and two drivers championships. I wouldn't be here without your help and guidance. This a dream come true for me, and I cannot appreciate my wife enough for all the sacrifices she has made and love and support she has showered me with in the last seven years. I am who I am today because of her.
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yourinstagram so proud of you logan, i love you ā¤ļø
logansargeant you mean the world to me, i love you so much š
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