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And new TNA X Division champion Mustafa Ali!!!
In Ali we trust.
#tna impact#tna no surrender#mustafa ali#x division champion#in ali we trust#total nonstop action wrestling
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Get Well Chris Bey 🙏🏾
#trading card design#graphic design#tradingcarddesign#wrestling trading cards#panini america#pro wrestling#graphic designer#impactwrestling#x division champion#Chris bey#the ultimate finesser#bullet club#ace bey club
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#marvel#marvel comics#marvel 616#kamala khan#simon williams#ms marvel#wonder man#champions#avengers#x-men#avengers unity division#agents of atlas#mighty avengers#cosmic avengers#west coast avengers#force works#polls
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Mustafa Ali announced for the cover of PWI magazine
#and twitter was also saying how he and samoa joe are the only two reigning x-division champions to be on the cover#i loved ali since getting back into wrestling and hated the way wwe kept fumbling him#ali has been on fire since his release and i cant wait to see him in chicago at windy city riot!!!#might not have been a bosj 31 announcement but man this is cool too.#mustafa ali
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This is a poll blog that asks the question…could your favorite fictional character be a pro wrestler? Would you like to submit a character? Click this link if you do!
#rate this wrestler#jay lethal#jamar shipman#all elite wrestling#aew#aew dynamite#aew collision#tumblr polls#polls#wrestling#ring of honor#ROH#tna#tna wrestling#tna impact#impact wrestling#the franchise#roh world championship#world champion#grand slam#tna x division championship#Lethal Consequences#professional wrestling#pro wrestling#wrestler#total nonstop action#roh wrestling#aew Jay lethal#wrestling fandom#Jersey All Pro Wrestling
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#ace austin#tna impact#ringside#no action#champions: impact#impact x division championship#wrestling#ppv show#impact: under siege#male#singles#*mine
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Impact X Division Champion Chris Sabin
#IW#Impact X Division Champion#Chris Sabin#Impact X Division Championship#Impact Wrestling#X Division Title#Impact! 1000#X Division#Motor City Machine Guns#Pro Wrestling#20s
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i remember watching TNA for the first time it was Slammiversary in 2011 and saw that one guy with blonde hair enter the opening match, that guy who made me fell in love with TNA till this day which marks 13 Years and in those 13 Years i followed this guys matches everywhere Alex Shelley is not only an King in the Indis but an King in all of TNAs Generations.
Without him and also Chris Sabin TNA wouldn't be the same, would i continue to watch TNA properly yeah, but will it be entertaining for me fuck No
#alex shelley tna#tna alex shelley#alex shelley 313#alex shelley#king of generations#chris sabin#chris sabin tna#tna chris sabin#10x x division champion#motor city machine guns#detroit 313#mooootorrrr city
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In case you missed it.
Zack Wentz is the new TNA X division champion.
#total nonstop action wrestling#tna#zack wentz#tna emergence#and new#x division champion#the rascals
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AND NEW!
TNA X-Division Champion - Zachary Wentz
#zachary wentz#the rascalz#trey miguel#Desmond xavier#wes lee#tna wrestling#tna x division#x division champion#pro wrestling trading cards#pro wrestling#panini america#panini select
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#marvel#marvel comics#marvel 616#amadeus cho#nathan summers#brawn#cable#hulk#champions#x-men red#agents of atlas#S.W.O.R.D.#protectors#avengers unity division#god squad#x-force#mighty avengers#x-men#secret avengers#new mutants#six pack#clan chosen#polls
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Saving this screenshot for the inevitable messy breakup
lemme just
"best partner ive ever had" - thats a bey line
ace never admits to this, he just says "the click". i cant pull sources rn, but you know what i would bet good money that he has said this about his previous partners as well. like, all of them - fulton, bailey and alex all alike. and look what happened to all of those
bey also doesnt give him more specific (or lovey dovey) compliments and yet ace replies with a too sweet even........
theres so much to process here my god
#inbalance of power happening here if you will#ace is a multi time x-division champion after all if nothing else.....#he knows hes got the leverage on both that and having the prior experience of betraying his partners LOL#wrestling musing#definitelydivergent#thank you for asking! <3
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You Get Me So High ♥️
Max Verstappen x Strategist!Reader
you get me so high, taking deep deep breaths (speeding up the heartbeat bangin out my chest)
As McLaren’s latest addition to the strategy team, you’ve worked hard to get to where you are, never being one to party too hard in college. But when you’re finally dragged to your first messy house party, you’re curious to get a taste of the drinks and party drugs you’d never tried before. Who better to corrupt your innocence than the F1 driver who hates you, Max Verstappen?
Content includes: 18+ MDNI, smut, dark!max, innocent! Reader, dubcon, explicit drug and illicit substances use, enemies to lovers, somno, 4.1k WC
Looking around the crowded house party, you took in the various Monaco elites and celebrities that laughed in the dim lighting. You hadn’t exactly known what to expect when one of your friends at the sports car company you’d started working for, McLaren, insisted that you finally needed to learn to party hard just as much as you worked. You supposed you had earned your Friday off, having joined the race strategy division 6 months ago and being responsible for numerous winning strategies this year - catching the attention of many annoyed competitions.
But your work in the F1 paddock was the furthest thing on your mind as you finally attended your first Monaco party. You took in the bottles of alcohol, the people passing joints and smoking a hookah by the pool. It wasn’t that you were naturally very naive or innocent. Or that you had some moral high ground that had stopped you from going out to college parties or having one night stands. It was more just that you’d been brought up to have a one track mind, to only focus on your academics and schoolwork only. And it had paid off and rewarded handsomely, with your rising fame as McLaren’s newest strategist at such a young age.
So you’d never quite learnt how to fit in the party scene and shyly stood at your friend’s side as she chatted away to someone else. Even though you’re feeling out of place, you certainly don’t look the part in a tight minidress, long flowy mesh sleeves and white lace giving an almost angelic contrast to the revealing sweetheart neckline. You’d noticed a few eyes wandering over you appreciatively, again making you feel nervous excitement at the chance of having a first hook up tonight. You had years of missed out college experiences to catch up on, and there was no better place than a messy house party filled with endless supply of drinks, illicit substances and attractive guys.
You’re lost in the planning of where exactly you should start when your eyes meet an intense pair of blue eyes that narrow at you. You gasp as you see Max Verstappen across the crowded room, cold expression on his handsome face even in the heat of the summer’s night. It was no secret that the current world champion was not a fan of McLaren this season as they proved to be the biggest contestant to his 4th win. And he especially was not a fan of you, whose strategy had consistently landed Oscar and Lando on the podium…and cost Max the P1.
Of course, you’d found his entitlement and arrogance extremely rude when he brushed you off anytime you’d been introduced. You were simply just doing a good job and leading your team to a constructor’s cup win - couldn’t he respect that as someone who was ambitious himself? But it didn’t matter how many times the two of you had run into each other on the paddock or when you’d accompanied the McLaren drivers to Monaco events. Max Verstappen only reserved his warm laugh and gentle eyes for Lando and Oscar, acting as if you were an invisible object he couldn’t care less for. It’d hurt your feelings to always be sidelined while he cutely smiled at others but glowered at you, because you’d developed a crush the first time you saw Max. The Dutch Lion’s tall, strong build that towered above you, his intense features and even intenser passion for his sport were all things you’d become enamoured with. But admiration turned to disdain for the driver that had now pointedly turned away from you, clearly offended that someone like you was at the same party as him.
Scoffing, you rolled your eyes at his cockiness. Just because he was a F1 athlete didn’t mean he was any better than anyone else here! Plucking a bottle of wine from a chilled bin, you took annoyed swigs and vowed to not let Max get in the way of enjoying the night.
But a few hours later, when people have dispersed off into little groups scattered throughout the large house, you run into Max. You were wandering around looking for your friend, slightly swaying on your heels, a bit tipsy but still coherent, enjoying the loud catchy music. Hearing a noise from a closed bedroom door along the hallway, you open it without a second thought.
Oh- you say, startled at the scene of a few people dotted along a couple couches in a small room, engaging in low conversation as hazy smoke fills the air. You apologize, thinking you’re interrupting, but a couple of guys have stood up in interest and invite you to come in. You blush, still in the doorway, enjoying the rush at seeing them check you out - but are snapped out of it when a deep voice grumbles for you to get inside or go away, you’re letting all the weed out.
The irritation in the Dutch voice is unmistakable as Max Verstappen tilts his head to the side, meeting your eyes, and you realize with a jolt the broad back you’d seen on one of the sofas belonged to the F1 driver who disliked you the most. You hastily close the door behind you, walking in, the drinks you’d taken having given you the courage to confront the arrogant man instead of letting him be rude to you for once.
He meets your gaze easily, pretty blue eyes shining through even in the dark room that’s only illuminated by a few lamps. In the background you hear music playing over the speaker and one of the guys who’d invited you in offering you a hit. But your attention somehow remains on Max, as he replies for you and says Nah mate, she doesn’t do that stuff. Too much of a good girl to get high.
An indignant expression crossed your pretty face, and you purse your glossed lips at him before you sit down next to him and grab the offered joint. Wanna bet, Verstappen? His friends oohhh at your bratty tone, enjoying the reaction you’re winding up in Max. He narrows his eyes at you, clearly thinking you were bluffing. Go on then, sweetheart he says with a mocking smirk. Here, I’ll even light you up.
Taking a deep breath, you place the unfamiliar joint in between your thick lips, and then Max is suddenly in your space. He leans in close, searching eyes never leaving your wide brown ones as he brings the lighter upto your joint. The small flame illuminates the dim space and for a second it’s like you’re the only two people in the room.
And then you inhale a puff of weed-tinted air and cough at the horrible taste, finding it burns your throat. Max smirks knowingly at your inexperienced technique as his two friends laugh in amusement, telling Max he was so right, you had no idea what you were doing.
You flush in embarrassment, hating how they thought of you as some stupid naive girl. You wanted to prove you were such as capable of enjoying guilty pleasures as them. Determined, you ask Max to show you how then, if he was such a pro at getting stoned himself?
Another glimmer of interest sparks in Max’s eyes at your challenge. You breathe an internal sigh of relief, half convinced that he was just going to kick you out. Instead he murmurs sure, Princess, making you bristle at the condescending nickname. But you obediently let him guide you through another hit, making him chuckle as you cutely try to suppress your cough on the second attempt. To your surprise he patiently talks you through it again, bringing you closer to tuck you against his warm chest so he can demonstrate for you. He looks so good, you think looking up at him a little dazedly, as he easily inhales from the joint, not wasting a single wisp of smoke. The dim light highlights his angular face and attractive lips as he exhales slowly, forming a ring of O smoke with his talented tongue. You gasp in delight, voicing that was so cool, how did he do that?
He chuckles as your enthusiasm, handed it back to you to practise some more. You’re taking more hits, better each time, and his friends wander off now as they grow bored of seeing their mate reel in another pretty girl they’d wanted to ruin themselves. You’re not sure how much time has passed but at some point you realize there’s only a couple others left in the room, off in the corner themselves and giving you and Max your own private bubble. The Dutch champion is watching you intently, looking focused despite the hits he’d smoked and beer he was slowly drinking. Are you feeling anything yet, sweetheart? He murmurs huskily into your ears, sending shivers straight to your pussy. You cutely shake your head no, oblivious to how many hits you’d actually taken.
How are you so good at this, you whine, tongue loosened after the weed, saying it’s so unfair, why are you so good at everything? Rich and a F1 driver and super hot? Max laughs then, and you think you feel your heart race at the sound you’d grown to be secretly obsessed with when you heard it on the paddock. He knew a way to make sure you were getting the weed fully in your system, to make sure you were actually inhaling it, he offers, a devious smirk on his face.
You excitedly jump forward, practically in his lap as you ask how? Show me, please Max! You don’t even notice when he wraps a thick arm around your small waist, bringing your plush ass fully onto thick thighs. Instead you’re fixated on the hit he takes, holding it in - and then he gently tilts your head up, rubbing a large thumb across your pink lips. You gasp at his touch and then he’s exhaling the puff through your lips, sealing it inside your mouth with a chaste kiss.
The fact that you saw nothing scandalous about his actions should have been your first sign that you were well and truly high out of your mind. Instead, you look up at him adoringly when he breaks the soft kiss, telling him that felt so good, Maxie. You definitely got so much more of the weed that time, co-could you please do it again?
The blonde driver smirks, licking his lips like one of his Bengal cats when he has his prey right where he wants it. He doesn’t have to be asked twice, his gaze taking in your heaving, plush tits and the swell of your juicy, caramel ass where your minidress has ridden up. Soon he’s exhaling puff after puff into your willing mouth, sliding his greedy tongue in after each one, every hit resulting in a deeper and sloppier kiss. You’re getting so into it, too, mind addled from the ridiculous amount of weed you’d done. It was making your panties all wet and sticky, you whined, completely disinhibited, as you started desperately grinding on Max’s muscular thighs.
He cooed at you to let him help then, baby, he knew just how to make you feel good. You nod frantically, wanting him to bring you some relief. He was sooo nice to take care of you like this! It’s hard to keep track of what’s going on through your hazy mind and smoke in the air, but you feel something hard and big rubbing against your soaked panties through Max’s jeans. His large hands have slid your dress up around your hips, palming your ass and controlling the pace as he drags your sensitive, swollen clit across his impressive erection. You toss your head back, high on the weed and pleasure Max is giving you, sweat gliding down your neck and dripping down your neckline. You cum like that, riding your orgasm out on his bulging thigh and collapse tiredly against him. You’re content to fall asleep, in his secure embrace that stabilises your body which feels it could collapse any second. But then you hear it - wet, sinful sounds and muffled moans rising up through the rhythmic music in the background.
You lift your head off Max’s broad shoulder, curiosity piqued, and he smiles at your interest. He turns your head as he guides you to look at the freaky couple in the other corner, where a guy has a girl on her knees as he practically fucks her face into the wall behind her. Your jaw drops in astonishment. Looks fun, doesn’t it baby? Max whispers teasingly in your ear. You swallow, panting and nod yes, yes it does, you’d never done that before…
He doesn’t hesitate to whisper a dirty offer by your ears. I’ll have teach you how, then. His ice blue eyes don’t miss the blush on your face as you lower your gaze, suddenly feeling embarrassed as your orgasm high starts to fade. He knows just how to make sure you come crawling back to him again. Or can the sweet McLaren strategist not handle him, hmm? One time was enough to make you tap out?
Predictably, you blush again but with anger, stumbling as you try to climb off him and furiously saying that you could easily keep up with him, you’ll happily prove it again at the next party! Chuckling at your cute indignation, he follows you out, catching your stumbling figure to help guide you into a taxi. There’s no way he’s letting anyone else take advantage of the sweet little treasure he’s discovered tonight. He slides into the backseat with you and drops you home, leaving you wanting more when he gently rubs soothing circles on your bare thighs but you’re prideful to ask for more out of the hazy, seductive room. Yet, you don’t stop thinking about the addictive feeling for days after, almost hoping he’d gotten out of the car with you and come upstairs instead of leaving.
So the next time your friends are heading out to town, mentioning that a bunch of the drivers are going to be there, you can’t wait to go. You make sure you’re dressed in another revealing outfit, makeup done to perfection, looking the very picture of sin as you walk onto the booming dancefloor in strappy heels. Max takes one look at you across the room and is instantly by your side, pulling you into him and well away from the interested stares of other men. He was going to be the only one to lay a hand on you tonight, after all.
He has you coming to the VIP lounge with him, telling you that it was time to up the stakes if you really wanted to prove you weren’t a boring homebody. You confidently accept this challenge, having gotten high with smoking a couple more joints recently, ready to prove Max wrong with your much improved technique. You had no idea that your rival has something very different in mind.
Pulling you down with a squeal onto his lap again, he plies you with a couple of drinks, just enough to make you relaxed and a bit tipsy. You give into the kisses he starts giving you, turning into a deep make out within seconds. You’re glad that you’re in a private booth around the corner, out of sight from the rest of the clubgoers. But still, if anyone came over to greet Max, it would be bad-
You suddenly feel Max’s skillful tongue slip an unfamiliar tablet into your mouth, giving you no choice but to swallow it as he forces himself deep down your throat to sloppily make out. When he finally releases you, you shove his chest angrily, telling him off for being such a sneaky asshole, but don’t move from the comfortable position you’re in, sitting across his lap.
After you demand to know what he’d given you, he shrugs casually, telling you to relax, it was just some molly. At your blank expression, he laughs and says Sorry, maybe someone as nerdy as you knows it as ecstasy? MD?
Your eyes widen as the realisation of just what he’d given you hits. You’re so nervous, never having done anything like that before, but it’s too late because it’s well on its way through your system now. Sensing your anxiety, Max soothes you, coaxing you to relax back against him, whispering that he’ll take really good care of you, the whole trip, I promise, okay baby?
His two faced promises work their magic and you let him glide his tongue into your soft mouth again, exploring it to his liking. Distracted, you barely notice the molly slowly starting to spread like wildfire through you - until it’s peaking, and you feel like you’re burning.
And soon enough you’re humping his lap with pupils the size of the moon, begging him have his way with you in the dark lounge. Whatever you want, baby he cooes at you with a smirk, pleased that you’d reacted to his little pill just as he’d predicted. Nothing beat getting high with you, the pretty, good girl who’d been fucking his wins over for the last 6 months. Now that he has you, he wasn’t going to stop till he ruins you completely.
He unties your slutty top easily, pulling at the string tying it up around your neck, letting it fall off your shoulders so he can get a delicious view of your bare bouncing tits. Fuck yes, all for me, pretty girl? he groans, letting his wicked tongue flick against your cute tanned nipples that had rapidly hardened in the air. You squeal in pleasure, burying your hands in his soft hair as he alternates between your juicy breasts, kissing and licking and biting on the tempting flesh right in front of him.
You swear you’d only closed your eyes for a second but somehow the next time you open them he has your miniskirt off too, and you’re left only in your delicate lace panties. You’re easily lifted and placed onto your back, sinking into the plush sofa as his now shirtless form climbs on top of you, thick arms caging in on either side of your head. You grind against him wantonly, the desire to feel him against you, inside you so much more intense than when you’d been on the weed. But you can barely verbalize your desire, feeling so blissed out all you do is open your drooling mouth and whine his name.
Shhh, I know baby, I know his deep voice rumbles, reassuring you. You’re not sure how exactly things progressed after that. You’re not sure how he went from grinding against you to his thick fingers slipping inside your pussy lips, scissoring you skilfully. You moan his name even louder, begging him for more, more!! and then he’s eating your hypersensitive cunny out. The slurping and dirty kisses he’s leaving down there has your head spinning even more than the molly does and you’re passing in and out of consciousness as you cum repeatedly on his fingers and tongue. The next time you blink your eyes open, you’re being carried out of the club in Max’s arms, redressed in your cute outfit, your heels in his hands.
You don’t remember much of what happened next. Something thick and hard is moving inside your mouth, pressing against the very back, wakes you out of your dazed sleep. You blink your eyes open, your mind trying to process just where you are. It takes a few minutes for you to orient yourself - and then you realize that you’re lying on your back, your whole body sinking into a plush mattress beneath you. Except for your neck, which dangles off the edge of the bed - at the perfect height for Max’s wide cock to slide in and out of your wet mouth, using your passed out body for his pleasure. Your muffled moans as you awake are drowned out by filthy, wet sounds when he noticed your eyes are open and speeds up his pace. His hands play with your large tits and squeeze your nipples meanly, before sliding down your soft tummy and then inside your pussy to finger you some more. He doesn’t stop thrusting roughly inside your already sore throat, bruising the back of it. You cum on his fingers, pussy fluttering and twitching on his digits, and he groans before tensing, emptying his thick load deep inside your mouth. His cum and spit dribble out to your pink lips when he pulls out. He grins wickedly at the sight of the once innocent strategist now looking like the top performer on OnlyFans. Except he’d kill anyone who tried to lay a hand on you now - he’s invested for too much to let anyone take the pretty girl that belongs to him.
And you’re such as eager for it as he is. Flashes of drug addled dreams come to you nightly, and you know you should be worried about the blanks in your memory, about the bruises his strong fingers had left behind but you can’t remember when. But instead you follow him around like a lost puppy, wanting his attention on you again. Your contract didn’t say anything about fucking the enemy, after all.
So the next time he has you lying on your back on his hotel floor, aftermaths of a celebration party littering it. But he’s kicked everyone out so that he can pull out a little baggie of white powder. Your eyes go wide with curiosity as you eagerly ask to try it, but he condescendingly tells you no, baby, this would be too much for a sweet girl like you. You puff up your cheeks cutely, but obediently follow his orders and reveal your top half for him, keeping your miniskirt on. He teasingly pours a straight line of white powder, right in between your plush caramel tits. Kissing up from your sensitive belly button, he keeps his eyes on yours as he snorts the line easily, picking up a tiny dab at the end on his finger and then rubbing it along your gums. You don’t even get a chance to react because his tongue is swirling around your brown nippled, making you arch into his talented mouth as he sucks and bites your sensitive areolas.
If the weed and molly had made you horny, the smidge of coke in your system has you transformed into a desperate slut, dripping and ready to be fucked. Max has you spreading yourself wide open for him, your pink wet pussy exposed for his pleasure without a hint of shyness in your cocaine addled brain. You’re dumbly begging him to fuck you down there, your virginity was all for him to take.
He doesn’t need to be asked twice. The world would go crazy if they knew this was how their beloved Redbull driver liked his girls - completely ruined, high out of their minds, and begging for him. But he knows that you wanted this just as much as he did. He sinks his rock hard shaft into your sweet folds, moaning as you eagerly take him all the way to the base. The coke has done wonders to relax your normally upright self, and he sets a mean pace right from the start, sickly enjoying the tears streaming down your face from the pleasure and bouncing of your tits which each powerful thrust.
You two fuck like bunnies, lost in the sinful pleasure of the highs from the white powder and orgasms mixing together. The cocaine in your system makes your stamina endless, ready for round after round. And considering Max’s already impressive energy levels given his status as a F1 driver, well….let’s just say that by the time he’s fully satisfied you’d passed out long ago, drooling into the sheets. Getting high always made his cum so much more, too, and your abused cunny takes several loads of his hot sticky seed inside its gummy walls, twitching around his length.
When Max finally pulls out, making your shared juices leak out of your overstuffed hole, he can’t resist taking a photo to tease you with later. He’s going to use it to bully you into taking the aphrodisiac he plans on slipping you at the next race weekend, after all. He leans down to deviously whisper in your ear, your sleeping figure oblivious to his mean words. Let’s see how well you strategise when all you’re thinking about is getting fucked by me, princess.
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A/N: ok realistically this obvi cannot happen for countless reasons INCLUDING the fact that max was like “yeah the FIA randomly banged on my motorhome at 7am and made me do a drug pee test 🙄” but a girl can dream right??
#max verstappen imagine#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen fanfic#max verstappen#max verstappen smut#f1 imagine#f1 smut#max verstappen x you#f1 fanfic#f1 x reader#dark max verstappen#dark smut#enemies to lovers#18+ mdni
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TNA X Division Champion Rockstar Spud
#TNA#TNA X Division Champion#Rockstar Spud#TNA X Division Championship#Total Nonstop Action#X Division Title#TNA Wrestling#X Division#Drake Maverick#Pro Wrestling#10s#2010s
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Don't leave me
Max Verstappen x reader, platonic Oscar piastri/Lando norris/ Charles Leclerc x reader
Genre: angst
Request: Yes, and I'm litterally in love with this piece
Summary: they are basically her brothers. They would do anything for each other. Max, even more so after realizing he loves her. He'd take a bullet for her if it meant keeping her safe. Too bad she beats him to it.
Warnings: graphic description of injuries and gunshot wounds. Blood, panic, live shooter.
Notes: written in third person
Masterlist
It's funny in this sport how friendships work. Your closest bonds are with your rivals. You grow up together racing if your trying to get noticed.
That's how the five of you were able to get close. Charles and Max met early on. They're pratically the same age, only a month separating them. She met them at several races, and things with them just stuck. Lando and her are the closest in age, meaning they were often in the same division for Karting. He, however, was able to get his spot in formula 1 faster than her. Leaving her in formula two for a year longer until she could join the three boys at the top. Oscar was a mystery. It helped that she and him were teammates for a season in formula 2. They got close during that time.
Now they are all together in Formula 1. Racing side by side. Making bets about who will win each race. Though nobody bets now because it's always Max. His domination insane so far this season.
They had created their own little dysfunctional family. She kept the boys in line, and they were definitely willing to fight anyone who touches her.
Max was a wildcard. She crushed on him growing up and never expected he would like her back. He had tired just confessing to her with words. His attempt went sideways quickly. Then he'd kissed her. After their last race of her rookie season.
He wasn't expecting her to kiss back and was pleasantly surprised when she did.
Both Charles and Lando were not surprised. However, they still sat him down like overprotective fathers and lectured him about how they wanted him to treat her properly.
And he has. It's been wonderful.
Oscar joining your small family this year added to the fun. Him and Lando get on well and the other three are just glad his calm aura can get the Brit to tone down if need be.
Max is now a two-time world champion and well on his way to a third. She couldn't be prouder of him, and the rest of her boys for that matter.
This race specifically, she's charing the podium with them. Max first, Lando with a shocking second, and her ending in third.
Charles owes her dinner now. He didn't think the McLaren upgrades would be so drastic.
The trophies are now being handed out. hers first. She lifts it up and smiles at the crowd.
She notices something odd, though. Some of the crowd is ducking and running away from the podium. Specifically from someone clad in black with a firearm aimed at Max.
Her body reacts quicker than she can think her actions through. Her legs are scaling the podium, throwing her body in front of Max to get him out of the way.
The shot rings out as they tumble to the ground together. A mess of limbs on the top step. She spots Lando dropping to the floor at the noise, and for a minute, she thinks it was him who was hit.
Her ears are ringing, and her breath is heavy. The faint sounds of yelling can be heard in the background. Max is saying something to her that she can't make out. Her only concern being that he's okay.
Questions about his safety and eyes scanning over his body to assess the damage. A brief moment of relief settles over her as she sees nothing wrong with him.
Max looks concerned, though. He's saying things to her she can't hear. Lando is next to him in seconds.
Then, the burning registers. Max's hands pull away from the side of her chest, and they are covered in glossy crimson. Coughs wrack through her. Uncontrollable and painful. The taste of copper filling in over her tongue.
Max is trying to keep her awake. He's begging her to keep her eyes open. Lando is shoving his hands over the wound. She can see tears running down his cheeks.
"I'm glad you're okay." Are the last words she manages before the pain gets too much. Black spots dance across her vision. She tries her best to focus on Max. Her lovers eyes refusing to leave hers.
She slips away into the blissful, pain-free feeling of unconsciousness.
~
Max is screaming in Dutch now. The crowd running away or being escorted out beneath him. Lando is next to putting pressure over the gaping hole in her chest.
The shot was meant for him.
He tries not to think about it as he attempts to keep himself grounded and his lover coherent.
Charles and Oscar are working to fight their way up to them. Their team and security held them back and haul them away to somewhere safe. Max can perfectly make out their shouts of protest.
Lando is next to try and get him off the bleeding female. Paramedics are now here to do their job, but he can't let go. Lando is forcing him his hands away, his hands keeping Max firmly placed on the ground as they haul her away.
He's screaming now. Both boys are covered in blood that isn't their own.
Oscar and Charles are finally freed and they are sprinting to the podium. The two arrivals attempting to console their friends.
~
The wait in the hospital is long and anxiety ridden. Max can feel the guilt eating him alive.
Him and Lando have long since cleaned their hands. The nurses let them wash themselves when they got to the hospital.
Charles has been attempting to console max. Reminding him that it isn't his fault and that she'll pull through. Their girl is a fighter.
Oscar has been attempting the same for his teammate. The Brit having gotten sick from the image replaying in his head.
It's hours until they are allowed to see her.
Even then it’s not much help. She’s breathing, but she’s not awake.
Max stays with her for days before Charles finally convinces him to go shower and eat a proper meal. Promising to watch her for him and let him know if anything changes.
He's grateful for Charles and is greatfull for the McLaren boys who have been dealing with the press.
He feels refreshed when he comes back, but the guilt is still there. It should be him lying in her place. It should have been him moving her out of the way.
It's the way Charles is trying to get his attention as he sits there crying. The Monegasque tapping his shoulder repeatedly. Yet Max can't bring himself to look at him.
It's been weeks now. The FIA had just announced they'd be racing again next weekend. The security is apparently being much better now. He resents them for not having sorted it out earlier and allowing someone with a gun into the race.
Charles is tapping more furiously now. His hand is now gripping Max's shoulder. Frustration boils up inside of him. He snaps his head towards the Ferrari driver but is met with your open eyes when he does so.
"I'm going to get a doctor." Whispers Charles.
The girl in the bed is disoriented but still trying to say his name. He can see the pain in her eyes. She is trying to hide it and put on a brave face, but it's obvious to him.
Max doesn't hold his tears back any longer. He sobs as he places gentle kisses to her knuckles. "I thought I lost you." He chokes.
The face that she can smile right now is a testament to her strength. She's being strong for him, and he knows it.
She moves closer to him despite the pain and wipes his tears away. "No need to cry, you're not losing me so easily."
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