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lustfulslxt · 2 months

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It’s You - Matt Sturniolo

summary : matt’s secretly in love w y/n, she bails on him and later realizes it was a terrible decision because it's him

warnings : very slight angst, fluff, smut

a/n : based on these texts (1, 2)

It didn’t take long for you to get ready and head over to Matt’s. If you were being honest, your nerves were wrecked. You felt so guilty for ditching him over a boy. Matt didn’t deserve that. He’s only ever been the best to you, and you were nothing less than selfish.

Sitting in your car outside of his house, you take a deep breath. He’s your best friend, you guys will figure it out. You shut the car off and make your way to his front door, deciding to knock rather than walk in as per usual. You’re not waiting very long when the door is unlocked and opened.

Seeing Matt feels like a breath of fresh air. However, at the same time, your guilt increases.

“Matt, I’m so sorry. I swear I wish I could take it back.” You immediately rush out your words.

“Why’d you knock?” He questions with a quizzical expression.

You falter a bit, “I-uh, I didn’t want to overstep in case you’re mad at me.”

"Come on." He says, nodding his head back for you to come inside.

He steps aside, holding the door open for you. You quickly walk inside, your hand finding his almost instantly. You can't help it, the fear of losing him urging you to bring him in closer. He looks down at your connected hands, his heart racing at the simple touch. He squeezes your hand tighter, pulling you up the stairs with him.

Your stomach flutters at the gesture, your mind racing with so many thoughts, yet nothing at the same time. You follow him back into his room, shutting the door behind you. He kicks his shoes off and lies back on his bed, beckoning you over. You copy his action before sitting beside him.

"So." Matt mutters, shooting a quick glance at you.

"About before." You start, a frown immediately pulling to your lips at the thought. "I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I was just so caught up in the fact that he was into me, I tried to do whatever he wanted to make it work. So, when he wanted to get together that weekend, I did. I never should've cancelled on you; I regret it so much. I'm really sorry, Matt."

He looks down at the floor, biting his inner cheek. "You really upset me."

Your frown deepens from his words, "I know, and you have every right to feel that way. I wish I could go back and undo it. You didn't deserve that. There's not much I can say, because I don't want to just give you excuses. It was wrong of me. I know you worked hard to get those tickets, and I truly am sorry."

"So, you're not seeing him anymore?"

You shake your head with wide eyes, "No, definitely not."

He gives you a small smile, "Good."

You squint your eyes at his response, before he's spreading his arms for you. You grin, crawling over and lying in his arms, squeezing for dear life.

"Any tighter and I'll explode." He chuckles in a low whisper.

You softly loosen your grip with a sheepish smile, "Sorry, I just don't want to lose you."

He sighs, "You're not gonna lose me, kid. Not now, not ever."

“I’m sorry, Matt.” You whisper, glancing up at him. “Honest.”

He brushes the hair from your face, staring down at you with a gentle look on his face. “I know.”

The two of you are met with a silence, but a comfortable one. Being with Matt always washes your worries away. He makes everything better without even having to put much effort, yet he always does. He gives you his all every single second of every day. You don’t know what you’d do without him.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened with your date?” He questions, running a hand through your hair as your head lies on his chest.

“I guess I just realized he’s not the man I want.” You admit after a moment of pondering.

“What does that mean?”

You turn your head, meeting his gaze. He has a curious expression and you can’t help but stare, lovingly. You’ve always found him so beautiful.

“I don’t know.” You lie, laying your head back down.

His hand moves around your face, grasping your chin to turn you back towards him. “Tell me.”

You’re so close that you can feel his breath fan against your face as he speaks. His bright blue eyes bore into yours with such intensity you find it hard to catch your breath. It’s like he’s put a spell on you. You’re suddenly in this trance and you feel the need to spill everything.

Your hand meets his cheek, softly caressing it as you contemplate admitting your truths. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for possible rejection. “It’s you.”

His heart starts beating faster from those two little words, but he needs confirmation. “Me?”

“You, Matt. You’re the man I want.” You finally say out loud, almost feeling a literal weight taken off of your shoulders for finally letting it out.

Matt feels like he's dreaming. He never would've guessed you'd ever say that, but he can't help the cheesy smile that plasters itself on his face. Your worried eyes glimmer at his reaction, hoping it's something good.

"Why do you think I tried so hard to get you those tickets?" He whispers, his lips almost grazing yours with every word.

"Say it." You whisper back.

"You know, Y/N." He breathes.

"I need you to say it."

"It's you." He repeats your previous words, making your stomach flutter with butterflies. "It's always been you."

Your lips turn upwards, flashing your pearly whites as you smile at him. Without another thought, Matt's hand tightens around your jaw, pulling you into him. His lips meet yours in a hard kiss, like any second you'll disappear. Your lips tingle from the feeling of his on yours, metaphorical sparks flying.

Your hand meets the side of his face, your fingertips brushing through his hair as your palm caresses his cheek. The kiss deepens as he slips his tongue into your mouth, exploring it like it's all he's ever known.

His hands trail down your body, squeezing every curve, making you softly moan into the kiss. He breaks away, his eyes wide and suddenly a lot darker than before. He swiftly flips the two of you over, hovering over you with one leg in between yours and holding himself up on his hands. He drops to one of his elbows, using the opposite hand to trace your bottom lip. His hand travels lower, closing around your neck in a soft grip as his lips meet yours again.

His tongue glides over yours so deliciously, humming into your mouth at the taste of you. You can feel his erection growing against your thigh, igniting a fire in your stomach. The desire that was put off for so long burns brighter, heat forming between your legs.

His lips part from yours, instantly trailing down your jaw and to your neck. He licks and sucks, nibbling the sensitive skin, eliciting soft whines from you that go straight to his dick. His hands slide under your shirt, gripping your warm skin, slowly moving upwards towards your breasts.

He pulls away with red, swollen lips, "Do you want this?"

"So bad." You beg, frantically nodding your head.

A smirk pulls to his lips as he continues working on your neck, letting his hands roam your body. They slide over your plush skin, gripping your boobs through your bra. You arch your back into his touch, heavy pants falling from your mouth. He pulls away and tugs at your shirt. You slightly lift yourself, allowing him to remove it, before he's pushing you back into the bed.

His bruised lips meet your skin in open mouthed kisses, leaving specks of saliva in his wake. Your skin burns beneath his touch, and you can't help but whine at the sensation, desperate for more. His teeth bite down on the skin of your collarbones, leaving marks behind. He continues doing this all over your torso, licking over said marks.

"Matt, please." You whine, bucking your hips up into his.

"Shh, I got you, baby." He hums into your skin as he pulls your bra straps down.

He nips at your shoulders, littering your skin with little bites and kisses. It's safe to say, you're drenched from his touch alone. You feel hot and bothered, needy for more stimulation at your core. His fingers grasp the little clip at the front of your bra, sliding it apart, freeing your breasts.

"Mmm." He groans, engulfing the soft mounds in his hands. "Always knew you had perfect tits."

His lips wrap around one nipple, tweaking the other with his finger. His tongue swirls over the sensitive bud, letting his teeth graze it, sensually. Your mind is hazy, and you're stuck in a daze as he repeats that action on your opposite nipple.

He grabs your waist, guiding you up to fully remove your bra, discarding it with your shirt. Before you lay back down, your hands are pulling at his shirt. He quickly lifts it over his head, tossing it aside, bringing you back into him, eager to feel your bare skin on his.

You bring his mouth to yours, feverishly kissing him as his hands continue feeling out your body. They travel lower and lower, grazing over the waistband of your pants. He glides over the fabric, moving to your thighs, squeezing the plush skin. You clench around nothing, craving to be filled.

He pulls away, eyes boring into your face as he gauges your reaction. His hand slowly trails up your leg, pressing into your covered heat. You close your eyes, taking your bottom lip in your teeth, holding back the sound that threatened to slip. A cocky smirk plasters on his lips as he works your bottoms down, leaving you bare as he pulls them off your feet.

He spreads your legs, admiring your glistening pussy on display just for him. The thought of you being just for him makes his cock throb with need. His fingers prod at your folds, your juices instantly drenching him with how aroused you are. Soft moans emit from your mouth as he slides his hand up and down your center.

"Need you inside me, please." You breathe, your hand latching onto his wrist.

"Are you sure?" He asks, eyeing you up and down.

"Please." You beg once more.

He nods, his hands immediately working his belt off. He unbuttons his jeans, pulling them down, along with his boxers. His hard cock bounces back up, throbbing for attention. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, your pussy clenching once again.

Matt scoots forward just a bit, getting between your legs with ease. He places his hand by your head as he hovers over you, holding his member in his opposite hand. He drags it through your folds, coating it in your arousal. He aligns himself with your sopping entrance, easily slipping in due to how wet you are.

"Oh fuck." You whine from the sensation, your eyes squeezing shut.

His breathing gets heavier as he slowly sinks deeper into you, filling you up so perfectly. Your hands grip his biceps as he bottoms out, feeling as if he sucked the air out of your lungs. Your pussy hugs around him so tightly, he's struggling to keep it together.

As soon as you adjust, he's slowly pumping in and out of you, pulling numerous moans from your lips. His strokes are deep and hard, yet slow and sensual.

"Been wanting to make this pussy mine for so long, fuck." He moans in a raspy voice as he continues thrusting into you.

He turns his head, kissing your wrist as your nails dig into his shoulder. He takes your opposite hand and intertwines it with his, squeezing hard. Euphoria overtakes your body with every thrust, eyes rolling into the back of your head from the feeling.

Your mouth falls open, lewd moans slipping from it as the pleasure builds. The knot in your stomach forms quickly with the way he's fucking into you so deliciously, leaving you clenching around him.

"Feels s-so good." You cry out, your face scrunching up in pleasure.

Your skin feels hot beneath his, it's almost hard to catch your breath. You feel a way you've never felt before.

"Tell me I make you feel better than anyone else, baby." He groans, snapping his hips into yours. "Say it."

You whine out from his words and his hard strokes, unable to form coherent sentences. "Feel better, oh my god. You, it's you. Fuck, I'm so close."

He moans at your words and continuous clenching around his cock, his hips sputtering from the feeling. He's been yearning for this exact moment for as long as he can remember, and it's better than he could've ever imagined.

"You're mine. All mine." He grunts with every thrust, driving you over the edge.

"Yes, yes, yes." You cry, as you come undone. "All yours, baby."

His mouth falls slack as he feels your juices pour out of you, producing a squelching sound with every pump. Your grip on his hand tightens as he continues fucking into you. He stares at your face, the way you furrow your eyebrows and bite your lip in overwhelming pleasure bringing him to the edge.

He lets out a guttural moan, shuddering as he empties his load into you, filling you up with his seed. He continues pumping, pulling out when it becomes too much for you both.

His hair slicks to his forehead as he leans back on his knees, watching his cum ooze out of you. The sight alone makes his dick twitch. Both of you are panting heavily, trying to compose yourselves from the exertion. You both lock eyes with goofy grins, instantly giggling with one another as if he wasn't just buried inside of you.

"I'm yours, huh?" You mumble with a dopey smile.

"And don't you fucking forget it."

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a/n : shucksss, lazy ending i'm tired. not proofread, what's new? sorry for the wait, i lack motivation sooo much. anyways, hope it didn't disappoint. if it did, ig go cry ab it idk. smut one the poll bc we're all sluts, so that's what you got!

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xxblairexxss · 9 months

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Pastries

Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader

Theme : Angst / Fluff

I got carried away and it might be too long for your liking sorry about that! Not proofread!

Charles had asked you to tag along for his interview. It was a casual one. Even the whole set up looked less kind of a formal one and more like a hang-out amongst friends kinda vibe. He had promised to take you out to try the new bakery that had just opened this month and took over the social media the next second they started receiving customers but the invitation for the interview came in last minute and his team had already accepted the offer before asking him since they thought it shouldn’t be a problem considering the fact that he’s on a break.

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“What about the bakery? You promised me last week we could go there…” You hated to be the kind of person but Charles had promised you that he would leave out all work related stuffs and became your full time boyfriend for the weekend but all your hopes were crushed when he told you about his last minute schedule. You had been looking forward to try the pastries you had seen on your tiktok, the pastries videos that you kept on sending to Charles so you knew which one to choose when you visited the bakery.

“I know, baby. The team told me last minute so I couldn’t say no.”

“Then can we go after the interview?” You had been laying on his chest, your legs all tangled up with his while you had the new episode of Black Mirror playing on the screen. Now that you knew you won’t be able to spend time with him this weekend, the new episode was no longer worth watching.

“I can’t. I got another thing coming right after the interview, baby.” Charles knew you would be sad when he told you about his schedule because he had already promised you and though he couldn’t see your face, you didn’t look up to see his face after he mentioned about the interview, he knew you were upset.

“Then what am I supposed to do? I have already cancelled my plan with my friend..” Charles’s gaze followed your figure as you sat up straight and turned to look at him. You looked so dejected and he felt so bad for being the reason behind it.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” Charles sat up along and placed his hand on your neck to plant kisses on your sulky face to which you tilted your face away and scooted away with your arms crossed. “Ouch, that hurts.” He tried to lean in for another attempt on kisses but failed when you leaned away again. “Baby, come on..I’m sorry, okay? I know I made a promise but I can’t not go to the interview or I’ll get in trouble. What if I bring you along? You can take over Andrea’s role.” He placed his hand on your cheek to move your face so you were looking at him.

“Will that be okay?”

“Of course. I don’t think there’s anything wrong having my beautiful girlfriend with me. Does that mean I’m forgiven now?” Charles tilted your chin so you would look him in the eye.

“Fine..”

“Can I get my kiss?” He slanted closer to catch your lips and you covered his lips with your palm. “Baby, this is an abuse.”

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When you and Charles arrived at the set, Charles had introduced you to every of the staffs. You had been together for more than 2 years but you rarely tagged along for any other schedules unless during race week. You didn’t really think it was necessary for you to go unless if you were to show your support for him.

You were sitting along the staffs, watching your boyfriend answering questions here and there while scrolling on your phone but one question pricked up your ears.

“Being Charles Leclerc, does that mean you can get all the girls you want?”

You looked up and saw he was trying to laugh away the question. “I don’t need any other girls. I’ve got the girl of my dream right there.” He pointed at you and the interviewer just laughed along before moving on to the next one.

“Have you ever had any girls who threw themselves on you?”

“I bet your body count is high. How much do you think you could reach if you were single and not tie with one girl?”

“If you were broken up with your girlfriend by today, when do you think you can get her replacement. I don’t think it’ll be hard for you.”

“If someone ask to exchange their girlfriend with yours for a one night stand, would you say yes? Surely the girl wouldn’t say no for a one night stand with the Charles Leclerc.”

You were getting more and more uncomfortable. Sure, the first time he was asked the kind of question, you could take it as a joke but seeing the way the interviewer disrespecting you over and over again, there was no sane woman who would just stand there and let themself being spoken as if they were an item. Charles did very well dodging every questions but it was getting on your nerves how he could laugh and played along as if you weren’t being treated like a joke in front of these men so you stood up and gave an excuse you needed to take an emergency call before walking out of the set. Charles’s eyes were trailing on you as he saw you leaving.

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“Baby, what’s wrong?” He took a seat by your side after they were given a short break.

“What’s wrong? Are you being serious right now?”

“What? I don’t get it.” Charles replied and you could sense a hint of dubiety in his tone as if you were a mad person for suddenly reacting this way.

“How could you not get it, Charles? They freaking disrespected me over and over with those questions and it never once occurred to you that they were treating me like an item?” You stared at him in incredulity.

“They were just joking. You can’t even take a joke now?”

“Oh, I can’t take a joke? You called that a joke? Try to have people talking about my body count and they told you how every guys could bang me if they wanted. Is that funny to you?” You sworn he was asking to be slapped in the face with the way he looked irritated right now.

“You are overreacting, Y/N. You can’t take everything seriously.”

“Are you hearing yourself right now? I was being disrespected how can you—“

“This is why I didn’t want to bring you along with me.” That did it. You went from wanting to explain from your side to just shut your mouth as you stood up and took your stuffs.

“I didn’t even asked you to bring me with you.” You could feel your eyes getting teary and not from misery of what your boyfriend just said, you were infuriated because he didn’t even bother to listen from your side and instead just turned it around and made it seemed as if you were the one at fault.

“Yeah, you didn’t ask me to bring you along but you were also the one who was so morose because I didn’t bring you to get that stupid pastries.” Charles stood up and scowled at you.

“Fuck you.” You immediately stormed away before he could see your tears slipping off and trailing your cheeks. You could hear him calling out your name but chose to ignore it. You hated how the argument went from you complaining to your boyfriend how you were being insulted to your boyfriend made fun of the things you told him.

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You were planning to grab a taxi and head home but decided to search for any bakeries that you hadn’t tried yet and the closest was 20 minutes away. You would have gone to the bakery that Charles had promised to bring you only if it was still opened. You hadn’t had any chances to explore Maranello that much even after being here for the countless times. The scenery, the buildings, the markets and foods were very distracting that you ended up playing tourist around the area.

In the meantime, Charles had to continue the interview and acted as if he didn’t just made his girlfriend upset 30 minutes ago. He tried to ring your phone but of course, all of them were declined.

“Charles, you ready?”

“Yeah? Yeah, I am.” He put his phone away and took his spot back in the centre as the interviewer went back to his spot.

“Where’s Y/N?”

“Ah, she got some things to do.” Charles answered while trying to control his composure.

“Great, now we can talk like two single men.” The interviewer said as he took out his phone and cue cards to place it on the table.

“I don’t think so.” He awkwardly laugh and shook his head to the “joke”.

“Why not? We can talk about girls and sex. I was trying to control the topic in case she got uncomfortable but now that she’s gone, there will be so much more fun topics we could talk about. Something like what’s something you miss doing that your girlfriend didn’t allow you to do after you got into a relationship or if you were given a chance to ditch your girlfriend for a one night stand with any girl, who would it be. Nice topic to talk about, is it not?” The interviewer cackled, looking casual and laid-back even after what he had just said which caused Charles to placed his mic away and stood up.

“I don’t think I can continue this interview.” He was going to walk away when the interviewer stopped him.

“Why?”

“If you chose to continue this interview with those brainless questions then I won’t be able to do this.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my questions. If she found it offensive then that’s on her? Girls are always extra sensitive for something small.”

Charles scorned at what he just heard. He couldn’t believe he fought with you over something that was so obvious right from the start. “I refuse to associate with someone who doesn’t know how to respect my girlfriend. We are done here.”

Joris tried catch Charles to talk it out but he was gone in a blink without saying any words and he was left there so apologize on behalf of his friend.

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Charles spent 20 minutes looking around the area in case you were nearby as they had a restaurant and cafe not far away but you were not in sight so he went home thinking he would be greeted by your beautiful face but it was empty. He tried calling you again but none of the calls went through.

You had an enjoyable time of your life. It was as if you didn’t just cursed at your boyfriend and ignoring his phone calls like nothing happened. You went to a random small bakery that you saw on google, went to get an ice cream, and even ended up joining a balsamic vinegar tasting that you saw from a random website. It was nearly dark when you took a cab home looking all joyous and triumph.

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“Where were you?”

“I was…” You looked away, unable to look at your enraged boyfriend.

“Don’t you know how worried I am? You couldn’t at least text me back so I know where you were?”

“I got carried away.” You started twiddling on your phone charm, still unable to look at him in the eyes. You weren’t actually planning to ignore him all day long but you were too busy taking pictures and videos of everything and you kinda forgotten that you have a worried boyfriend waiting for you at home.

“You got carried away doing what?

“Doing some stupid stuffs.” You rolled your eyes and tried to step aside to make your way to the room but Charles grabbed on your arms which jerked you back.

“What stupid stuffs are you talking about?”

“Just some stupid things, Charles. It’s not important.” You snatched your hand away and walked to the room.

“Are you seriously still on this right now? Can we talk without arguing, please?”

You saw Charles following you into the room and stood behind you as you placed all your items on the dressing table. You could hear him gave a long weary sigh when he realized this conversation was going nowhere, again. “I am a girl who loves to overreact and can’t take a joke, ain’t I? Gotta live up to the nickname.”

“Y/N, can we please stop arguing. I was agitated the whole day not knowing where my girlfriend went and she came home acting all fine as if she didn’t just ignore my phone calls and you ended up pulling a fight again.” He turned you around by your waist so he could look at your pretty eyes and you saw how jaded he looked like.

“I’m not trying to pull a fight for fun. I’m just upset, Charles….”

“Okay, then can we stop wrangling so I can properly apologised? Tell me what did I do that made you upset with me so I can apologise for every single one. I already know the reasons but I didn’t give you a chance to explain earlier so you talk, I’ll listen this time. No fighting, okay?”

You chewed on your lower lip and felt your throat tightening. “I was upset because you didn’t want to listen to my reasonings. You acted as if I was crazy for reacting that way. I’m upset before you turned the argument on me. Upset because it was as if I was a burden for joining you on the interview. Upset because you called things that we talked and planned about as stupid.” A sob escaped from your lips as you covered your face with shaking hands.

Charles pulled you into his embrace but you didn’t hug him back. Your hands were still covering your face. “I’m sorry…”

“All these times I always thought you would always got my back but I was so uncomfortable and I thought you would understand me but I was blamed for trying to make a scene.” Your words came out as mumble from having your face covered and you could feel his arms tighten around your figure, latching you in his embrace.

“I know, baby. I know. I’m sorry I said you were overreacting. I don’t know why I was too blinded to see him disrespecting my girl when it was happening right in front of me.” He broke the hug and stooped down to pull your hands away. “Let me see your pretty face.”

“And I’m upset because you called my pastries stupid. I know you gonna laugh because it sounds funny but I always thought I could talk about random things with you without having the fear of being judge.” Your lips trembled as you cried and wiped your tears every seconds, feeling like a fool now for crying over some foolish thing.

“Look at me, baby.” He stopped your hands from wiping another strand of tears and softly held your face. “I’m sorry if it sounded like I’m mocking everything you have ever told me. It wasn’t my intention. I was…frustrated and I ended up saying those things.” Charles pulled you back into his embrace and he could feel your body shook as you sobbed. “I’m really sorry, princess. What else should I apologise for?”

“Are you playing around right now?”

“I’m not! I genuinely wanted to apologize for every single thing.” He was quick to defend himself as you could feel him shaking his head.

“Did you….regret bringing me to the interview?”

“No, not at all. You know I didn’t mean that, don’t you? I like having you with me wherever I go.”

You stayed silent in his embrace and he stroked on your back until you were done crying and pulled away to find his green, captivating eyes. “Your eyes are all swollen now, baby.” He pecked on your eyes that were still wet from the tears. “Now that I’m done listening, don’t you think you got something to apologise to me too?”

“I’m sorry for ignoring your texts and calls...”

“Please don’t do that again, okay? I was so close to lodge a police report for a missing person.” He sighed in relief. “Can you tell me where did you go today without us getting into another fight again?”

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You told Charles about everything you did whilst he was dying from stress that you were ignoring his calls as you sat on the vanity cabinet and Charles took off your makeup for you.

“And then I saw these kids eating ice-creams so I decided to get one for myself too.” You showed him the picture that you took. “They have lots of flavours!”

“Really? And what did you choose, baby? Must be pistachio again.” Charles had been staring the way you were too engrossed in your little storytelling and thought he might have fallen in love all over again. “Baby, you and your swollen eyes look so adorable.”

“I know.” You circled your arms around his neck and smiled cheekily. “Oh! And I saw puppies! Like a bunch of them!”

“Yeah? Were they cute?” He brushed his lips on your nose.

“They were so cute! And so small too! They were running around and chasing each other.”

Charles pecked on your nose again. “You should have brought me along to do those fun things together.” His arms was placed on both sides of your figure, trapping you in his arms.

“I know, but you were to busy entertaining that prick.”

“I ditched the interview.” He nodded even before you could double check what he just said.

“Why? What happened?”

“I don’t like the way he was talking behind my girl’s back.” He slanted and begin running kisses all over your face again. “Wanna go to the bakery you wanted to go tomorrow?”

“Can we?”

“Sure, why not. I’ll buy you the whole pastries to make up for my mistakes today.”

“That’s a bribery.”

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heliads · 9 months

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Can I pretty please request Carlos Sainz x reader where she’s rly shy and gets worried that maybe he wants someone more outgoing but he tells her he loves her any way she is? Your writing is amazing 🫶🏻

anon i love you wholeheartedly please let me speak on carlos

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You are not who you are supposed to be. There are qualifications for being the girlfriend of a Formula One driver, you’re sure of it, probably even a style guide somewhere if you only bothered to look it up. Perfect hair. Clean makeup. Pretty, but doesn’t try too hard. Willing to give up their whole life to follow one man on mad jaunts across the planet. Wherever your guidebook is, though, you must have lost it long ago, because you have absolutely no idea what you’re doing, and worst of all, it’s starting to show.

You never should have gotten into this position in the first place. That isn’t to say that you hate it, far from it; dating Carlos Sainz is the best thing that ever happened to you, making you the happiest wrong person at the right time to ever exist. In every other universe, he’s probably seeing models or actresses, but here, he has you, and you’re willing to fight off every multiversal version of you just to keep everything as it is right now.

Your butterfly effect was quite stunning, actually. You ended up getting tickets to a Grand Prix through last minute cancellations. They were great, came with paddock passes and all that, and while you were lingering through Ferrari hospitality, Carlos happened to drop by to visit a friend and he noticed you while you were in line to get some water. He’s got the confidence of, well, a world class athlete, an adrenaline junkie, a professional race car driver, and so he introduced himself.

Sometimes, it’s just as easy as that. A father’s cousin’s roommate buys two tickets to a Grand Prix, then a stranger’s roommate’s brother gets sick, and suddenly you’re touching down off a plane overseas and walking through the door of paddock hospitality. You wear red, and you are seen. Just like that.

It took one more weekend before either of you knew that you wanted what you had to last for good. He texted you, followed you on Instagram and blew his cover of seeming cool by accidentally liking a post of yours from six years ago. And, when he saw you again, he knew that he wanted the spark between you to be something more, something like a bonfire.

Coincidence may have supported you thus far, but you don’t trust it not to abandon you. At the end of the day, you are you, you are Y/N L/N, and you are so far removed from Carlos’ world that it stuns you to think that you were even in his orbit so long as to meet him. If there are powers that be somewhere in the universe, they’re either playing a cruel joke or messing around to give you a helping hand.

Hopefully, it’ll be the latter, but truly who knows at this point. As if it wasn’t surreal enough to introduce Carlos to your friends and family as Carlos Sainz, Formula One driver. As if it doesn’t blow your minds that people have started making Instagram accounts just dedicated to posting photos of you and your boyfriend whenever you’re seen out together.

The problem lies in the insanity of it all. You are not from this sort of life, you weren’t born into a silver spoon dynasty and you barely know how to interact with any of them now. You get along with the other WAGs as best you can; Heidi’s lovely, sure, and you were friendly with Charlotte until she disappeared, but sometimes it feels like it’s just you and your boyfriend against the world. Of any ally to pick, Carlos would be your top choice each and every time, but still. The fact remains that he will go out and race and leave you to your own devices, and you lack the extroverted impulses to social climb with everyone else.

This, then, is the main concern. You can pick out whatever designer clothes you want, goodness knows Carlos has offered to buy you anything already, and you can get your nails and hair done before each and every race, but that doesn’t change the fact that you, at your core, are never going to enjoy the paparazzi circus whenever you have to brave it.

It’s just not your scene, that’s all. You’re on the quieter side, happy to spend time with a few key friends but increasingly nervous in large crowds. Formula One is all large crowds, as you’ve discovered; thousands of fans, hundreds of engineers and team members, plus drivers and girlfriends and best friends. So many eyes, all on you. So many voices all shouting over each other.

You love Carlos, though, and you love him wholeheartedly, so you gather up your courage and go to race weekends when you can. Every time Carlos sees you in the crowd, he smiles so widely his friends tease him for weeks, and he runs to you first after every podium and strong finish. You want to be there for your boyfriend, truly you do, you just wonder if all of this should come easier to you than it does.

Also, you wonder if Carlos wishes the same thing. He has been nothing but perfect to you, so the spirals of guilt currently tangling their way through your insides are purely of your own creation, but what if he truly does think like that? Carlos must see the other WAGs, how they shine and sparkle with attention instead of feeling the urge to run. Wouldn’t he want that? Wouldn’t he get frustrated that you can’t be like the rest?

Thousands of girls in the world, and he picks you. You don’t know if it’s sweet or genuinely frightening. He wanted you out of everyone, yes, but he could replace you in a snap, swapping you out like some useless part on his car. There is nothing about you that cannot be replicated in any other girl. Even Charles did it, in a way, got himself a new girlfriend that’s a dead ringer for Charlotte. Carlos has no reason to keep you except for something he knows and you don’t.

The guessing will drive you mad, maybe, but you’ll lose your sanity long before that just trying to keep up with everything in his fast-paced life. You’ve been to prior F1 races, obviously, it’s how you met Carlos in the first place and it’s also how you kept him, but this upcoming weekend is different, this is Barcelona. Carlos is the center of attention at his home race, and every step he takes, a new storm of people is flooding in to ask him for autographs, selfies, anything to remind them that he’s real and right before their eyes.

Carlos doesn’t ask for a whole lot, and he certainly didn’t force you to come to this race, but you saw the hope in his dark eyes when he brought it up oh-so-casually at a dinner last week. You had assured him that you would go there to cheer him on along with the rest of his home crowd, and Carlos had been delighted for the rest of the evening.

You are happy to go, truly, but it’s taking everything in you to keep your smile up in front of the reporters and crowds and fans, and it’s just the first day. All you’re handling right now is qualifying, not even the actual race. In the back of your mind, a voice whispers that it’s only going to get worse from here on out, but when Carlos looks back at you as you wind through the paddock, you just smile and tell him you’re glad to be there with him. You’re here for him, after all, and Carlos is busy enough with race stuff that he won’t want to hear your complaints.

That’s what you keep repeating to yourself throughout the entirety of that day. Carlos qualifies well and is properly pleased about it, as he should be. The possibility of a podium or perhaps even a win for his home race has been one of his top goals for the season, and he’s as close as he can get to it right now. He earnestly talks about it the whole drive back to your hotel, but once you’re back in the safety and peace of the room, the conversation abruptly switches back to you.

Carlos sheds his jacket at the door, watches you flop down onto the bed with a smile on his face, then asks you pointedly, “And how are you doing, amor?”

You smile back at him, the expression trained to perfection after being tested so many times today. “Great! Glad that everything’s going so well for you. I’ll be cheering for P1 tomorrow.”

In truth, you’re tired more than anything. People kept coming up to you all day, assuming that taking a selfie with Carlos’ girlfriend was at least half as good as getting to see him. They gave you all manner of gifts and things to give to him, extracting promises that you’d tell him dozens of different people wished him well. You knew you’d get a lot more attention when you started dating Carlos, but the lack of personal space and privacy at the races is truly unlike anything you’d experienced before.

Carlos has been dating you long enough to pick up on this, apparently, because he furrows his brow and sits down on the edge of the bed next to you. “I’ll be glad to see you tomorrow, but do you want to tell me what is really on your mind? Don’t try to tell me otherwise. I know you, no?”

You sigh, covering your face with one of your arms. Carlos deflects from this attempt to hide by gently pulling your arm away, pressing a kiss to your forehead to make up for it. “Talk to me, cariño.”

You look sorrowfully at him, but when it becomes clear that Carlos won’t let you go until you confess, you give in. “It’s just a lot, I guess. The people and the cameras and everything.”

Carlos frowns. “I can get them to go away, you know that. Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

You look away. “I just thought you wouldn’t want to hear it. All of the other girlfriends have no problem with it, just me. I thought you’d want me to be more outgoing, so I tried, I really did, it’s just hard for me, I don’t know why.”

When you dare to risk a glance up at Carlos, you’re surprised to notice that he looks genuinely hurt. “Sweetheart, you didn’t think that I would actually be unhappy about that? I just want you to be happy. Don’t think about me.”

You let out a low breath. “I know, it’s just– I want to be like the rest, really. I don’t want this to be a reason–”

You cut yourself off, distracted by Carlos’ hands still wrapped around yours. Carlos picks up on the obviously dropped subject, though, and looks at you with fresh concern. “You don’t want it to be a reason for what?”

“That you would break up with me,” you whisper.

That’s it, then. That’s the truth. If you can’t live with Carlos’ lifestyle, why wouldn’t he leave you for someone who could? It makes perfect sense to you, but judging by Carlos’ expression, that logic couldn’t be further from his mind.

“No, Y/N,” he says, “That’s not right at all. I don’t want to break up with you, like, ever. Not because of this. I don’t want someone else, I want you. I love you, querida. I love the girl who showed up out of nowhere and made me forget about every other woman in the world. I love the girl who shows up to my home race even though it stresses her out because she wants to be there for me. I love you, Y/N. No one else. Just you.”

And, well, in the face of such passionate declarations, who could stand firm in their own self-pity? Certainly not you. You smile and let him kiss you again and again until you can’t see straight, and after that it is better, it is all better. Hearing it straight from Carlos is better than trying to guess at it. It lets your worries finally sink off into nothingness. It’s just you and him, just what he wants. Just what you want.

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disneyprincemuke · 24 days

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a feeling so peculiar * fem!driver

the new season is finally starting and it doesn't start out as great as she'd expected

pairings: sebastian vettel x fem!driver, logan sargeant x fem!driver, mick schumacher x fem!driver, oscar piastri x fem!driver, liam lawson x fem!driver

notes: whatever is on the masterlist for the 2025 season is all i'm going to write for the 2025 season (i think) and it's all angst so sry in advance

(series masterlist) | (📂 2025: fall from grace)

for starters, she’s never been shy of being on the receiving end of bad news. or devastating news, or ones that feel earth-shattering.

she knows that because growing up in a male-dominated scene has prepared her for that. people used to tell her to give it up because she wouldn’t get anywhere with it, or not to get her hopes up expecting something from a place where she’s clearly not wanted.

but she’s made it this far to formula 1. with her best friends.

her first year in the sport, she climbed to a mere 6th place and ended 4th in her sophomore year. just months ago when the 2024 season had wrapped up, she was on top of the world. a woman in the top 5 of the driver’s championship — it’s definitely something.

to her, she expected that the only way was up.

she could not have been more wrong about that.

the lights have just gone out, the cars on the grid have just skidded off for the evening and she’s… in the garage? in liam’s garage, to be exact.

noise-cancelling headphones on her ears as she stares dreamily into the screen of data of liam’s car. realistically, she should be helping out because she’s always been big on numbers, but not today. something didn’t feel right.

she’d been so excited all winter break to get back into the car, hopping from all the adrenaline and glory she put in her pocket from the year before. only for her car to have an irreversible problem that would force her out of the race before it even began.

she didn’t even have a chance to participate in the first race of the season. no way to shut down all of the unwanted background noise of the critics of her involvement still in the sport.

“hey.” she feels a bump against her hip, flinching at the sudden intrusion of her thoughts. “brought you ice cream.”

her eyes flutter close and a sigh of relief passes her lips. she smiles and takes a small cup into her hands. “i was wondering where you’d run off to.”

matt grins. “you looked pretty upset so i went ahead and got you some ice cream. does it at least make you feel a little better?”

“yeah, a little,” she says softly, pursing her lips. “thank you.”

but there’s still a yearning in her chest to be the one in the car to race tonight. that’s not fair — how come liam gets to race this weekend and she doesn’t?

she thought about politely asking for his car, but she couldn’t get herself to do that to him. he’s now become one of her best friends after all.

“rocky.”

she tilts her head at the call of her name, turning around to meet a familiar pair of eyes. one that she’s honestly been avoiding all day from the turnout of the weekend.

sebastian had been the one to break the news to her: that she wouldn’t be able to participate in the race due to a fault in the car. she had simply nodded while tears formed in her eyes and turned to walk away from him.

if you were to ask sebastian, the lack of a response from her scared him.

“ice cream?” the girl offers with a small smile, extending her hand towards him.

sebastian glances down at the ice cream before lifting his hand to reveal a cup of himself. “matt got me a cup too,” he admits with a small grin. “i just wanted to check if you’re okay. with the car and the pulling out of the race…”

she smiles politely, lips pressed into a thin line. what exactly is she supposed to say to someone who doesn’t really have anything to do with the development of the car? well, he does have involvement in it — being a retired world champion warrants that kind of valuable input — but she hardly believes it’s his fault.

“it’s okay,” she says softly, feeding herself another spoonful of ice cream. she blinks as her answer registers in her head. she shakes her head with a small laugh. “i mean– i’m okay. it’s just one race.” she glances at matt, standing next to her. “right?”

matt blinks at her. caught off-guard by her sudden want of his opinion; he’s an actor, not a race car driver. he only knows more about one of the two and it’s the answer that his girlfriend wants to hear. so he nods, “right.”

she turns back to sebastian. “a little frustrating,” she shrugs, “but things like this happen. that’s what you always say.”

sebastian smiles. “you learn quick, kid,” he pats her head endearingly. “that’s a good grasp of the concept. you’ll be back on the track next week good as new, i promise.”

she nods, forcing herself to swallow down the words that sebastian spoke to her. but there’s a churning in her stomach that she cannot seem to ignore as she feels her appetite come to a halt suddenly.

she huffs softly as she turns back to the screen. things like this happen, she repeats in her head. surely it can’t get any worse than this.

so it apparently can get worse.

she sits in the car slightly longer than she needs, eyes staring intensely at the steering wheel in her hands.

something’s not right, something’s off. something doesn’t feel okay.

she wants to blame something — rather someone — that isn’t the car. perhaps, she’s suddenly become the problem without her knowledge? it feels like something has shifted in the air recently because nothing seems to go her way anymore.

“is everything okay?”

she flinches at the sudden voice that fills her ears, reminded that she’s still sitting in her car in parc ferme. “yes,” she answers softly at first, “yeah. i’m okay. sorry. it was just a long race. i’m quite exhausted.”

“copy. let me know if you need help, okay? or if you need to talk. it was a tough race.”

a finish out of the points feels so foreign to her. to be two races into the new season and not be in the top 10 of the driver’s championship. this time last year, she was at least in the top 8 in the standings by the second race of the season.

not this time.

but a slow start isn’t so unheard of for her. it feels like the only thing she can do now is hope that everything gets better eventually. it can’t stay like this all year, right?

when she does arrive at her garage, though, it seems that sebastian is not the only one concerned about her first finish out of the points in almost a year. a crowd has formed in her garage, her friends all staring at her cautiously as they await to see the big reaction that they’ve been expecting from her.

“what?” she asks softly, putting her helmet down on one of the vacant tables. “why are you all staring at me like that?”

the silence doesn’t stop. eyes dart all over the garage, some avoiding her gaze and some staring right at her every couple of seconds.

logan is the first to step forward; the boost from mick prompting an annoyed click of his tongue as he throws his arms into the air. “you uh,” logan blinks at her, “didn’t finish in the points today. how are you feeling?”

she blinks back at him. “i’m,” she trails off and catches oscar’s stare, to which he immediately looks away, “okay?” she tilts her head and furrows her eyebrows. “are you guys okay? you’re acting kind of… weird.”

her friends’ consideration for her feelings during this trying time is valid. once upon a time, she couldn’t handle the outcome of her not finishing in the points. she just had — has — so much to prove.

but it’s just one time out of her many races.

liam smiles. “we’re just concerned.”

“well your concern is concerning,” she laughs sheepishly, now tearing the velcro from her neck and unzipping her race suit. “i’m 22 — i can handle my emotions when i finish outside of the points. also, not my first time.”

a lie. she actually wants to start throwing things around. perhaps the steering wheel since it’s the only part of the car that she could actually detach and yank around, unlike others.

but it’s just one race.

“yeah, but we’re just saying,” mick speaks with a smile, “if you need to scream and cry and vent because you were out of the points — you can talk to us.”

“i won’t even take it personally if it was because of the team orders,” liam adds with a grin. “you know what? i’ll even scream with you.”

there’s only one person she wants to scream with right now, and it’s the only person that isn’t directly involved in whatever the hell this is.

“as will i,” logan presses his lips together, “i feel like i need to scream into the void until my lungs give out actually.”

she runs a hand through her hair. “i’m okay,” she holds her hands in the air to stop any more chatter from her friends who decided they know her better than herself. “let’s freshen up and regroup at the mclaren camp. ice cream, right? maybe dinner? oscar made podium — we need to celebrate!”

oscar shakes his head, taking a step forward. “we really don’t have to. it’s okay, it’s not even a big deal.”

“no,” she says firmly, head snapping over to the australian. oscar flinches back at the way she’d turn to him with his hand pressed against his chest. it’s silly that after all these years, he still tries to minimise achievements when she’s not had the share of the glory. “i’ll see you guys in a bit. 40 minutes?” she looks around. “where’s matt?”

“in my garage getting ice cream,” mick smiles. “40 minutes, right?”

“yes,” she mutters, quickly dismissing them as she heads for the exit to the paddocks. “i’ll see you then.”

the air feels thick when she steps into the paddocks. the whispers are louder than they used to be and the stares are boring holes into her again.

a heavy sigh passes her lips as she picks up her feet into a run, heading straight for her racing home. she just needs to be alone; be by herself.

because surely, it can’t get worse than this.

right?

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it might be January now, but we shouldn’t let that stop us from pausing and giving thanks for all of the joint posts, flirty post-race interviews, and homoerotic drivers parade moments that 2023 provided.

the year started strong with Alex being deranged about George on the Fast and the Curious podcast and posting about George’s birthday (#BadBoys4Life). George also moved to Monaco at some point and would later talk about how now that he was around Alex all the time, he was the happiest he had ever been in his life (this is a verbatim quote offered up completely freely fyi).

but all that was a merely precursor for things to come.

indeed, we had driver’s parades galore, and umbrella moments literally whenever it was wet (this feels true, don’t fact-check me on it). we had heart eyes so big before Vegas that it literally made the official F1 highlights video. we had George breaking into the Wiliams garage AGAIN. Alex said he would eat George if they were the last two people on earth, and all of the tumblr girlies obsessed with the erotic thematics of cannibalism lost their minds (it’s me, i’m tumblr girlies). we had George being president of the Alex fan club before Mexico, and Alex making dick jokes about a photo of George. George was bragging about being at Alex’s parent’s house, and when they filmed the 2019 rookie video, Liberty Media literally had no choice but to separate them with Lando, lest they start making out right then and there.

a year in review would not be complete, however, without due consideration paid to the JOINT POSTING, which is rightly reserved for only the most important of Galex dates. the cancellation of Imola brought us The Monaco Run joint post (aka a hard launch, let’s be real), and the machinations of Netflix brought us The Padel Date (authors note: if other drivers were involved in the Padel Date, i have deleted that information from my brain, and i don’t want to hear about it. and anyways, it doesn't matter because according to George's story, only Alex was there!! no other drivers need apply).

it’s difficult to place any joint post above another for they're all special in their own way, but i need to start a whole new paragraph for The Monza Road Trip. what a weekend to be alive and on tumblr and obsessed with George and Alex. fresh off the love fest that was Zandvoort (considered in depth further on), the two of them were on top form all weekend (it was another albon defense masterclass and we got SIX alboints!!). we had an umbrella moment. Sky gave us a long-form post-quali interview with just the two of them so that they could engage in flirty ribbing and play footsie. and to cap it all off, George told anyone who asked (and many people who didn’t) all about how they were driving home together, just the two of them, alone. there were breakdowns in group chats the internet wide, and i spent approximately one million hours wondering who would drive. as we later learned, even though it was Alex's car, George drove (like a madman). erotic to me! you simply love to see it, you simply love to imagine situations about it.

while Silverstone 2023 will go down in history as the day that we lost Alblondo, Galex carpooled to the track, and George was featured in Alex’s photo dump loitering by his motorhome with his feet out, it must be chiefly remembered for the frankly iconic press pen flirting that occurred. George literally crashed Alex’s interview to make sure that the world knew he was a “warrior”, as he had sustained a minor back injury in the car and was bleeding through his fireproofs. i could literally write ten thousand words and not even scratch the surface of this interaction. i simply urge you to rewatch.

but for the top moment of the year, in this writer’s humble opinion, we must turn to Zandvoort and the second-row Galex lockout. the head-to-head of their quali laps was deeply sexual, and George was out and out praising Alex on the radio. the driver’s parade gave us frankly uncooth flirting, and Alex was even flirting on instagram! i was dreaming of a Galex podium. George was dreaming of a Galex podium! i have never known such hope in my life! sadly the weather gods were not on our side, and despite Alex staying out for one million laps on slicks, Galex erotically spraying each other with champagne will have to remain in our dreams until 2024.

seven hundred words down, only one thing remains: to beg for the release the Qatar hot lap tape. when we found out that George had taken Alex on a hot lap before the Qatar GP, i remember thinking that i might be able to live with never seeing the video of it if it meant that they did it just for fun instead of as part of a PR stunt. that, my friends, was a lie. we now know that it wasn’t planned at all, and Alex had simply been jogging by and hadn’t been able to resist going for a ride with George. and still!! i need the tape!!!! mercedes admin, name your price.

while this is by no means comprehensive, this lil walk down memory lane was very fun for me, and i hope you had fun too! but more than anything, i hope 2024 blesses the galaxies of the world with [redacted for anti-jinxing reasons]. i’ll be praying nightly.

thank you to sarah @bighoneyenergy for working on this with me, and to everyone who made gifs and uploaded photos and wrote fic and sent asks and conducted scholarship and in general helped to make this such a fun year!

#if i look at this any longer i'm going to hit the link limit lmao #but god i love them!!#i hope people enjoy this lil walk down memory lane #aa23 #gr63 #galex #this isn't really a primer but so i can find it later #primer #f1

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thatsdemko · 8 months

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to live, to learn, and to love - d.ricciardo

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pairings: Daniel ricciardo x athlete!reader

warnings: time jump + talks of Covid + some depression talks + some inaccuracies of Daniels career

a/n: hope this cheers everyone up xx

2018 - to live

“so what do you guys have planned this summer?” you ask. the tiny microphone clipped to your shirt is finally off for good. for the first time in a year, cameras would no longer follow your ever move, microphones would no longer hover of your head, you could go back to a normal life of training and relaxing. freedom at last.

“we are actually filming a new docuseries, ever heard of formula one?”

you shake your head, puzzle look on your face creates a little laughter from everyone’s lips as they agreed to never hearing about it until Daniel. whoever Daniel was, he seemed to be quite popular to the crew.

“I guess I haven’t, but hey I’m all about growing sports.”

“well you wouldn��t believe where we get to go next weekend— you should come! it’ll be so much fun.”

the film crew talks of Monaco and the infamous track that they’ve learned can be brutal but kind. their invitation lingers around the room for a couple more minutes as crew begins to clean up the scene.

“so? you coming or what?”

“when’s the plane leave?”

—

Monaco roars with noise you’ve never heard. so much so, the noise canceling headphones can’t even drown out the cheers for the drivers. you spend all mid-afternoon shaking hands and learning names of the drivers you’re sure you’ll forget by the night. but Daniel sticks out.

you knew right away who he was. by the laughter and his smile, he had a way with the crew that nobody on your team had. the smile on all the crew members for not only Netflix, but his own team were contagious. he had you smiling within minutes.

“congratulations on your season and Netflix series! I’ve got it downloaded for the plane ride.” he engulfs you into a tight hug for a brief second before showing you his car. the mighty Red Bull car, sleek in its red and blue stripes under the Monaco sun, his pride is contagious, you can’t help but grow confidence in his racing skills.

“how’s Monaco treating you?” you look up at him, his tan skin kissed by the sun and genetics, his beautiful brown curls make your fingers itch to run through them. it’s not only his smile that makes your stomach twirl, it’s all of him.

“just about alright, I’ve got a good spot on the grid and I’m ready to kick ass.” he claps his hands mischievously making a laugh escape your body.

“you’ll do great! I believe in you!”

you like to think your words of encouragement solidified his win in Monaco, but that would be a selfish reason. you’d like to hate Monaco for all the reasons why you left completely enamored by Daniel ricciardo.

2020 - to learn

boredom struck. your legs, mind, and rest of your body itch to train while you’re copped up in your parents house; a tragedy as nobody else lives here. you sit alone in the basement that once had become your personal gym, but now only has a treadmill that you’ve become bored of.

you huff out a sigh, looking around the room there’s not one object heavy enough for you to lift. you curse your parents for taking all the things you needed to their stupid summer home, and you curse them for not wanting to spend time with you.

loneliness was at an all time high. you’d become so exhausted of it, that talking to yourself became the only answer. it was the only thing you had left.

you moved from the big city where all your teammates stayed put. you didn’t bother to look back once restrictions were set in place, you needed to be somewhere sane, but rather that was the opposite. you were going insane.

an alert on your phone pulls you away from the five pound weights in your hand. you look down on the floor to see an Instagram notification which was awfully unusual.

danielricciardo: if I show up on a horse in Austin, would that get me laid?

yourusername: depends. who are you trying to get with?

you can’t help but laugh. you hadn’t heard from him in four years. you’d occasional check his instagram, see what he was doing, and even become friends on LinkedIn, but the boredom must’ve been at an all time high for him to message you.

danielricciardo: you.

—

“I’d kiss the chef.” he says almost immediately once your face comes up on the screen. the apron you’re wearing was to prevent spilling or messes to your clothes, it was definitely not an attractive sight. but to Daniel it was.

“you can kiss me right here.” you point to your ass, hearing his laugh erupt on the other side of the screen. it was morning time in Perth, and by morning, you meant way to fucking early in the morning for anyone but him to be awake.

“what are you making?”

“none of your business.”

“well it’s my business when you call me.” he says watching you prop up the cook book that lay beside your phone. you point to the page that had flour, sugar, and all other ingredients across the page.

“ah a birthday cake, and who’s this for?”

“my neighbor. he turns ninety tomorrow so it’s a big deal! it has to be good!”

“and you need my help why?” he reminds you of why you called. you stick out your tongue and your middle finger earning a laugh. you want more of that laughter, you’d do anything to hear it in person again.

“because what do men like? I need to get him a gift.”

“y/n, I’m thirty. I’m not even close to ninety are you insinuating I’m old?”

a blush creeps into your cheeks that’s noticeable on the screen, “I’m kidding! I get why you called, you don’t have to close off.”

in the minimal amount of time knowing Daniel, he calls you out on all of your shit. like how he knows you missed garbage day based off the way your bathroom looks, or how he judges you for not taking the chance to run faster. he’s far worse than personal trainer, but you’d keep him around for his honesty and his kindness.

“I have to go to the store early tomorrow, so what do you think he’d like?”

“you didn’t buy toilet paper again?”

“people don’t listen to the two per person rule! I swear!”

he tsks you so much you can’t even put in a single word. your nervous laughter fills his ears and warms his chest. why did you have to live thousands of miles away? he’s praying they find a cure for Covid fast, he doesn’t think he can live another second without you.

2021 - to learn

a new year, a new set of restrictions, oh and you.

you, in the silly 2021 plastic glasses, sit on the couch in the mixed of his friends and family in his Monaco home. he couldn’t believe the sight, it was a winter miracle you’d made it out alive of the winter storm to his side.

after months of talking, you’d considered yourselves dating. it was different—with not being physically intimate or even having real dates—but the attraction and energy that flowed through you two was undeniable. you couldn’t stay friends, not after every phone call, text message, and filthy instagram dm, Daniel ricciardo wove his way right into your heart.

“what’s your wish for new years?”

“wish? isn’t it a resolution?” you give him a pointed look watching his hands fly up in defense, “we do things differently here. we don’t set goals, we set wishes. so what do you wish for?”

you think long and hard for a moment staring at the man in front of you. his brown eyes full of life and beauty stare into yours. his family and friends wait patiently as you think to yourself.

“I wish for love.”

he scoffs in response almost instantly. he couldn’t help it, to wish for love felt stupid, but Daniels hand clasping against yours makes your heart flutter and skin warm to his touch, “well your wish came true, because I’m here to show you just how much I love you.”

2022 - to love

pregnant.

it’s no wonder doing mundane activities were killing you, and getting up any time before 6am was a threat to your immune system. little did you know it didn’t matter when you woke up, you’d still be pregnant and with a heavy case of morning sickness.

and while 2022 is looking awful to different from the past two years of your relationship, Daniel was changing. you’d noticed how physically unfit he was for training, and it wasn’t because he lost his touch, he looked more sick than you did.

the smile that once reached his eyes and infected a dozen or more individuals, was fading. the light in his eyes barely shined anymore, and while he should be happy his girlfriend is pregnant, the glow on his face doesn’t reflect his words.

you’d talked with zak, asked him how Daniel had been doing and to monitor his health, but little did you know the same man you trusted was the reason for his depression.

“Danny,” you whisper slightly hoping to god he doesn’t answer, but he hardly sleeps anymore.

your touch sinks his body further into the mattress. you mold your body and growing belly against him, fingers drawing all sorts of relaxing shapes, “I love you,” you whisper trying to your best to hold in the sob desperately trying to escape, “but I hate how sad you are. I miss you, I miss us.”

your sudden words ache his heart. he hears your pain, it makes him lift his hand and clasp his hand on top of yours allowing your silent sob to increase in volume, “what’s happening to you, it’s not right.“

“I know,” he whispers back. his words hang in the room for a little longer before he turns to face you, his fingers quickly wipe your tears, “I’m going to get better. for you, for us, and for her. okay?”

“okay.”

—

“can you keep a secret?”

“depends,” lando responds turning on his heel, his adorable smile turning his lips upward, “what’s my reward?”

“a kiss on the cheek?”

he nods in approval, “kiss first, secret later.” he taps his cheek, watching you roll your eyes before you quickly press your lips to his skin and pull away.

“I’m pregnant.”

“old news, what else?” he shrugs it off.

“Daniels leaving.”

“what?” you watch lando’s shoulders fall as he collapses into the chair below him, “please tell me it’s because of the baby and not anything else?”

your hesitation earns a permanent frown on his lips, “I thought I could save him.” he lets out a deep sigh allowing you wrap him into your arms, “I think it’s what’s best.”

“I agree, but you’ll still have cool uncle rights.”

“yes! oh, that’s the best news ever! I have to tell max!”

Daniels foot steps echo throughout the hallway of the private room you were in with lando. not another soul is in the McLaren hospitality, as everyone had seemed to vanish once practice rounds were over, but you’d stayed waiting despite longing for a warm shower and Daniels hands against your belly. god, how much more love sick could you be? it was evident Daniel didn’t feel much of the same right now, and you tried your best to put on a big smile and positive attitude.

“there he is.” you move over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him downward so you can press a kiss to his lips.

“I have to stay a little later.” he mumbles before pressing another kiss to your lips, “why don’t you head back with lando?”

“but I want to stay.” you frown pulling away from his body. it gives you a chance to look him in the eyes, the dark circles are much more evident, the glimmer of hope and love have seemed to vanish his eyes replaced with sadness. why did this have to happen to him? it’s just not right, you think to yourself.

“will you at least eat dinner with me?”

he shakes his head, “I really have to get back to the car.” he pushes a strand of your hair behind your shoulder, “why don’t you order room service? it’s on me, get whatever you’re craving.”

“I’m craving you, but you’re making yourself unavailable—again, might I add.”

his eyes close for a brief moment. his fingers play with the hem of his bright orange shirt, you can feel the anxiety radiating off of him. it terrifies you what’s next. “y/n, they are terminating my contract. can you just go home with lando?”

the grit of his words are like nails on a chalkboard. you swear you could feel yourself becoming lightheaded you don’t even realize lando was the one to catch you from falling backward. terminate? they were done with him? you feel a sob take over your body, it takes ten minutes for lando to calm you down, as Daniel was nowhere to be seen.

the car ride to the hotel was silent. with lando taping away on his phone, and you staring out the window in a daze there was nothing that could pull you away. well, maybe there was.

danielricciardo: if I do ridiculous side burns would you still sleep with me?

a snort escapes your lips. he knows how to turn a bad day into a good one.

yourusername: depends. how ridiculous are they?

danielricciardo: so ridiculous you might wish I didn’t get you pregnant.

yourusername: now I would never wish on that. we love you Danny.

love. it’s a strange feeling that’s settling into his chest right now as he stares at zak brown, the man he’d been warned about years ago, but he never listened. now hearing it from you, he knew love conquered all of his fears and anxiety about leaving. because in the end, your love made him feel whole again.

to live, to learn, and to love.

[BONUS SCENE]

2023 - living, learning, and loving

“oh my, you’re so big now! what are they feeding you?” lando’s gasp earns a ripple of head turns. he’s rushing his way over to you and your new born daughter, mila.

“whatever it is, it’s clearly working on you too. what’s this you’ve got going on? is it a beard?” you carefully run your fingers over the hair on his chin making him pull away, a blush creeping onto his cheeks, “fine I’ll shave it.”

“take it from me, the minute I got home from Austin I wasn’t allowed in the bed until I shaved it all off.” Daniel rubs his fingers over the stubby hairs against his cheeks, “some women don’t like that down there—“

“Daniel!” you hiss, hands placed against his chest you give him a hard shove.

the roar of his laughter echoes throughout the paddock. it brings a flock of his friends and former colleagues together surrounding you both and your daughter, mila.

she was a happy blessing out of a horrible year. her arrival was earlier than expected, but seeing Daniels smile finally reach his eyes, it was like she knew he needed that.

“I can’t decide what’s cuter, her curls or her rolls. how do you sleep at night with such a difficult question?” Charles looks between you two and watches the devilish smirk lift upon Daniels lips, “actually don’t answer that, I see where your mind is taking you.”

“it’s good to have you back.” the Ferrari driver smiles. before he walks away he says one more thing to brighten your days, “and I mean that. it’s good to have the you we all love back.”

you lived, you learned, and you’re still loving.

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☆ the wrong way to hard launch (3) | OP81

summary : oscar's girlfriend is a walking pr problem for literally everyone (including herself) social media au

pairing : oscar piastri x zhou!fem!singer!oc

a/n some band dynamics and a mini reunion in toyko

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emptybottlesbar Hey! Our awesome lead guitarist turned 23 today AND it's on the first night in Jakarta 🫨 Be sure to give our boy some love! P.S. we couldn't find old birthday photos without Lina (1: Kas' 23rd birthday, 2: Kas' 17th birthday, 3: Kas' 14th birthday) tagged: emptybottles_official, lukaszhang and selinabui

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emptybottles_official Snaps from Jakarta, you guys were an amazing crowd, we hope you had as much fun as we did 📸 📸 next stop: Tokyo, Japan

cameliazzz kas and aid both need haircuts why did i not notice this ↳ selinabui @ cameliazzz maybe bc ur behind them all the time

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lila💚 @kasdanrights · 2h in honour of the next stop of the 'twelve more days' tour being tokyo, here's the best thing to come out of the 'overtime' tour (before it got cancelled):

↳ lila💚 @kasdanrights · 2h look at kas serving in that polka-dotted scarf

↳ lila💚 @kasdanrights · 2h the greatest discovery was that kas and aid shared rooms the whole tour

↳ 🕯️manifesting EB3 🕯️@ linabelles · 2h did we ever find out about the sushi train thing? ↳ lina bui x2 grammy winner @urdaisea · 2h lina and cami went to an all-you-can-eat sushi train and almost missed night 2 because they were throwing up backstage ↳ li(n)a @meliabelrose · 1h why is this giving "pam and i feed off each others energy..." "she said that?" energy 😭😭 ↳ abby <3 @devilvows · 1h can't believe this was 4 years ago???

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oscarpiastri Still not over this weekend

selinabui see you soon stranger 💖 ↳ pastry81 HUH LINA WDYM SEE YOU SOON???

zhouguanyu24 the last picture 👀

landonorris great to be home, eh?

emptybottlos papaya stuff, papaya stuff, papaya- lina??? ↳ piastri_lina @emptybottlos gagged us all WHERE'S THAT COMMENT THAT SAID OSC DIDN'T CARE FOR HER

logansargeant "I did great at my home race" "the fans were amazing" "also I got to watch my girlfriend's sold-out tour's opening show" ↳ oliviafufu @ logansargeant OPENING SHOW??? HE WENT ON THURSDAY AS WELL?

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selinabui in the daytime (and early evening)

oscarpiastri Well, that's a completely flattering angle of me, thanks :D ↳ selinabui @ oscarpiastri omg i think so too 🥰

jemma.wren lina as linabell oh she's so cute <3333

2cami4lina serious question here, does he wear anything other than orange? ↳ cameliazzz @2cami4lina from when i've seen him? no

aidan_ebass Who won billiards? ↳ selinabui @aidan_ebass ur kidding right? don't you know how amazing i am? (kas did) ↳ 28kaslina24 @ selinabui kas was there? oooh osc*lina never beating the pr relationship allegations 🤭

oscarpiastri just posted to their story

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pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 17h OSCAR PIASTRI WHAT THE HELL??? ↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 17h i need to know what he said pls what did he say for her to react like that ↳ june @linafesting · 17h "mr piastri why are you wilding rn" HAD HER USING PROPER 'YOU'S??? ↳ pookie piastri @op81ln4 · 17h "Wdym 😇" he's sick for that now we all want to know what he meant

kayla @luna_apocolypse · 2d if my math is right... we could get lina supporting oscar in suzuka ↳ kayla @luna_apocolypse · 2d last tokyo show: friday, april 5th suzuka gp: friday, april 5th to sunday, april 7th first sk show: friday, april 12th BONUS: osc's birthday is april 6th 🥸

conNUH @chickenbirch · 39m idk what world im living in anymore ↳ conNUH @chickenbirch · 38m lina pls... he's just another pasty white guy i--

↳ lina !!! @EB_selina · 18m oh shit im realising my 'im totes interested' face is lacking ↳ president linami @ linaminami · 16m AHHH??? ↳ lila💚 @kasdanrights · 1h HELP i didn't realise she was totally blanking out as kas was yapping ↳ june @linafesting · 1h she truly looks like she'd rather be anywhere else ↳ camilina gfs fr @ drummergf · 2h kaslina stans realising the new kaslina content is this 🤡 ↳ lila💚 @kasdanrights · 1h first pic is the exact same way i look at my brother (sheer 'stfu' energy)

BONUS : the unedited insta dm

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sunny44 · 5 months

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All these years (Part 10)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Ex girlfriend Reader

Warnings: just fluff stuff

Summary: Separated by a disagreement, Charles and Y/n meet again after years apart and all the feelings they had repressed come flooding back.

Previous Chapter

The sun in Maranello shone brightly on that Sunday morning as Charles and I got ready to head out. Charles, Matilda, and I were dressed in Ferrari gear, ready for the race.

Matilda wore her tiny Ferrari jumpsuit, looking around the room with curious eyes as we gathered our things to leave.

Charles laughed, adjusting Matilda's tiny Ferrari cap on her head.

"Ready for your first race, little champion?"

I smiled at the scene and took the opportunity to capture a photo of the two of them, seizing a moment when they were both smiling, their dimples showing.

"She's going to steal the show today, Charles," I said. He smiled.

"Well, she's got the Leclerc charm."

With Matilda securely strapped into her car seat, we headed to the famous Monza racetrack. We could have stayed closer, but Charles needed to attend to some matters at the factory, which was why we were in Maranello.

Arriving at Monza, the vibrant atmosphere of the racetrack was contagious. Matilda was nestled in Charles's arms, and her curious eyes took in everything around her. We took a detour behind the paddock since she was still very young, and we didn't want her to be startled by all the fans' cheering. Surprisingly, she seemed to be embracing it all, laughing as we walked through the paddock with people shouting around.

Fred saw us and smiled, coming over.

"You're the spitting image of your dad, you know," he said to her, and she smiled, reaching out her arms to him. "And you've got your mom's charisma."

"How are you, Fred?"

"Better now with our top fan here," he said, looking at her. "Glad you could make it."

"Yeah, I missed all of this."

"And how's life as a mom been?"

"It's been great, actually. She's hardly any trouble, and it's been much better than I imagined."

"Good to know," he smiled, handing her back to Charles. "See you in the garage in a bit. Take care." We said our goodbyes and continued walking.

"She's definitely your number one fan."

"I'm sure of that too."

In the Ferrari box, Charles, now in his racing suit, held Matilda as he discussed strategy with his team. I captured spontaneous photos of the two amidst the focused energy of the team preparing for the race.

The moment arrived for the race to begin, and Matilda was so tired that she was dozing off in her stroller while I watched the cars line up on the grid on the TVs in the garage. The anticipation in the air was palpable as the engines roared to life, signaling the start of the race.

It was an epic race, with Charles finishing first, followed by Lewis and Max. Mati was already awake, so we went to the fences to watch the podium. The team's staff surrounded us, protecting us from the crowd, and I deeply appreciated them for doing so.

When they called his name, everyone started shouting, and even with the noise-canceling headphones, she saw everything and started screaming and waving her arms joyfully as soon as she saw her dad up there.

Charles was already very happy, but as soon as he saw her, his smile widened even more.

After the trophy presentation and the champagne shower, Matilda and I returned to the garage. Since it was time for her to eat again, I sat on Charles's bed and began breastfeeding her.

"Hi, my love." He came in all wet and smiled upon seeing his almost asleep baby nursing at the same time. "Looks like someone's tired."

"Yeah, she held up really well. She even slept for about half an hour during the race, but it was a restless sleep, so I don't think she rested much."

"You have no idea how happy I am that you two are here, having you both with me, and seeing her cheer excitedly from up there was the highlight of my weekend."

"We're happy to be here too. I missed all of this," I smiled at him and felt that Matilda had fallen asleep, so I laid her down and left him halfway up in case she threw up.

"Well, I'm going to take a shower, do the interviews, and then we can go out for dinner if you want." He gave me a peck and went into the bathroom.

I lay on his bed and adjusted Matilda on my chest, took a picture of her there, and started checking social media to distract myself.

After finishing all the commitments, our day ended with a family dinner at a small restaurant, and then we returned to the hotel to sleep and headed back to Monaco the next day.

Bonus scene!

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“Matilda’s first race.”

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sinofwriting · 5 months

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Hello Lovely!

Let me just say that I’m obsessed with your fica and they always get me through my studying breaks! Can I request print 1. “Kiss for good luck” with my favourite American boy Logan 😩🥰 he’s been hitting a lil different lately.

P.S hoping this disaster start of a weekend is over quickly my gods!!

Not gonna lie seeing your name in my inbox made me so happy. Hope your doing well! And yeah let's hope this disaster of weekend ends quickly.

Title: Nerves Alight Words: 375 Prompt: “Kiss for good luck?” w/ Logan Sargeant Note(s)/Warning(s): Reader is American and from Nevada (the state that Las Vegas is in). Also, Logan calls her Dice because I'm a sucker for cute weird nicknames.

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She couldn’t help but feel nervous as she watched Logan get ready for qualifying. Despite being together for nearly a year and a half this was the first race she had been able to attend. She had been at Miami, Montreal, Austin, and Mexico for the races but not at the tracks themselves, too busy with school, either class or studying, or doing the tutoring sessions she had already signed up to do before Logan had convinced her to join him.

He had pouted, whined, tugged at her a bit when she told him she had to stay at the hotel or in Miami’s case his place, but she had remained unrelenting. Even when he offered to just give her the money she would have been paid for tutoring. She had a five star rating for a reason and in her three years of tutoring she had never canceled a session.

So watching him now, at his third home race in her home state, after the events of the first free practice and after overhearing that Carlos Sainz apparently had lost some feeling in his legs for a few seconds, she couldn’t help but worry. Her nerves set her a light as her hands uselessly clenched and unclenched. Her legs crossing and uncrossing.

“It’ll be okay, Dice.” He tells her, crouching in front of her and taking her hands in his. “Everything will be alright.” He soothes, when she doesn’t roll her eyes at him calling her Dice. She gives him a shaky smile. “I know. I just never watched it in person.” He knows that's not it, but he’s grateful that she doesn’t actually say why.

After the race ended, he’d happily reassure her fully and let her talk about how scary it was to see him in the car after FP1 but now, he couldn’t. Needed to focus on qualifying and he was beyond grateful she understood that.

Hearing a knock on his door, he sighs at the signal that they need to leave and he stands, offering her hand to pull her up and she takes it. Pulling her a little closer, he leans in close, noses brushing against each other.

“Kiss for good luck?” She smiles and presses their lips together.

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part 2

are you alone this weekend?

pairing: early career musician!mark x gf!reader

genre: angst, fluff, smut.. just two lost kids in love, trying to find their place in the world.

word count: 3.3k

notes: I decided to change the 1 month no contact to almost 3 weeks bc who is going a whole month without talking when they're this much in love. anyways! first time writing angst, I hope you enjoy!

The sun rays beamed through your room, lighting up the space. The dust speckles glowing in the sun, floated around your room and faint sound of birds chirping in the distance filled the atmosphere.

You found yourself dancing the line between being in a dream and reality. Stretching out your arms above your head, you extended your limbs with a groan. Heavy lidded, you reached for your phone to check the time.

Tuesday. 6:30 am.

Vision still blurry, you rubbed your eyes to confirm if what you were seeing was real.

(1)Unread email [email protected] subject: are you alone this weekend?

Seeing an email from Mark made your heart race with excitement. Your fingers rushed to open the notification and your mood slowly started to fade into annoyance as your inner dialogue began. What could he possibly want that couldn’t have been said through a text message, or a phone call?

A fucking ticket? A stupid ticket to his show?! Who does he think he is? You felt your cheeks heat up as anger started to rise in your body. What the fuck was this? A peace offering? Him reaching out? You clenched your jaw, sitting up and ran your fingers through your hair.

It has been almost 3 weeks since you and Mark last spoke. The exchange left a bitter taste in your mouth.

It all began when Mark started to get busier with shows and your interactions started to slow down. Not thinking too much about it, you tried to be patient with him. So when Mark finally found the time to have a date night, you were so excited that you cancelled all your other plans for him. A cosy night in with dinner and a movie was just what you both needed.

Although, the night didn’t go as planned when Mark showed up late, drunk and smelling like someone else’s perfume.

“Babyyy I’m sorry..” Mark stumbled into your flat, trying to smother you in affection and you took a step back to scan him from head to toe.

“You’re drunk.” You deadpanned, holding your arms up to create space between the two of you.

“I’m sorry.. I was just with the guys.. and one thing let to another. I lost track of time..” He took another step towards you.

“I’m here now baby.. I’m sorry” Mark pouted.

“It’s 11 pm.” You walked into the living room to sit down, arms still crossed. Mark followed you and kneeled down resting his hands on your knees.

“Baby I-“ He tried to catch your gaze, looking up at you.

“Go home Mark. Fuck off.”

“I cancelled my plans and made this dinner for YOU. I waited to eat.. FOR YOU. You couldn’t even drop me a text?” You felt anger coursing through your veins and your eyes started to tear up from the frustration. “Recently, all you ever do is lose track of time and your time never concerns me..”

You finally met his pleading eyes.

“Just leave bro.” There was venom in your tone and you felt Mark’s body language change.

Mark pulled back his warmth from your lap and slowly got up. “You know what, y/n.. Fuck you.”

“I’m trying to build a career here and you don’t seem the give a fuck.” You could hear Mark getting worked up as he took his hat off to move his hair out of his face.

“Mm?” He put his hat back on and started walking towards the door.

A part of him hoped that you would stop him, so when you didn’t even look in his direction. His fury sprang to life.

“Whatever bro, enjoy your night.” He slammed the door behind him and left.

A chill silence fell through the apartment.

Since that night, there had been radio silence between the two of you and this email was the first attempt at interaction. You exasperatedly locked your phone and threw it on your bed. Laying back down, you put a pillow over your head.

After seething for a while, you decided to delete the email and went about your day, until during your lunch break. When your phone buzzed, lo and behold, it was a text from Mark.

Mark 12:35 pm I’m sorry, I miss you. Would love to see you there

Muscles in your face relaxed and you let out the biggest sigh on planet earth. Emotions overtook you as you saw his name pop up on your phone. It had been a while since you had felt this feeling. You missed it. You missed him.

Couple days into the fight, feelings of regret started to seep in. You couldn’t help but feel a little silly about the fight taking such an ugly turn. You both had never spoken to each other this way before, nasty words said to one another without hearing each other. You felt almost ashamed of yourself by how you handled the situation. The shame made you reluctant to reach out to Mark.

This was your first big fight but what you feared was the inevitability of his schedule only becoming busier, leaving room for more fights like this. And just like that, thoughts of your relationship coming to an end began to haunt you.

Thoughts of Mark consumed most of your week, in the morning, you thought of him. In the car, you thought of him. At work, eating dinner, looking through the kittens you both short-listed to adopt, you wanted his advice. You wanted to talk about possibly raising the kitten together, living together. You wanted to fight about unwashed dishes, you wanted to crawl into his arms at the end of a long day.

Dance around the kitchen whilst making breakfast to having you on his tongue on the counter the next minute. You wanted it all. Sadness started to creep in, as you doubted the possibility of this being possible.

All week, you dragged these big bags of complicated emotions inside you like a paper weight. Is this the end? You thought to yourself but not feeling ready to know the answer just yet.

“Of course I love him.. but is love enough?” You pondered over lunch with your best friend, on Wednesday afternoon.

“Maybe, this is how it is you know.. you meet someone, you fall in love and it’s great, until it’s not.”

“I guess everything comes to an end?” Letting out a big sigh, you looked out the window. The weather matched your bleak mood. Grey clouds stretched out over the entire sky and you watched, as rain drops fell into puddles, distorting the worlds reflection with it.

“So you not gonna go see him?” Taking a sip of her drink, your best friend tried to catch your eyes.

“I guess not..”

That night, you politely told Mark that you won’t be able to make it to his show and he chose to not respond.

It took two drinks and everything in you to send that text. You knew, rejecting his peace offering would mean this is the end. You knew, that’s how he would see it. It was easier than admitting that this relationship is doomed. So why did it feel so bad after pressing send?

Friday. The day you dreaded all week was finally here. The night of his show and the day your Mark proof plan would commence. You planned to watch your favourite movies with wine and pizza after work to forget about the mess you and Mark had created.

The plan was brilliantly crafted, so it was a surprise when you ended up laying on the floor, in your gown, a little tipsy. Singing along to What Kind of Love by Childish Gambino.

“What kind of love just stays the same

What kind of love don't die alone

What kind of love would take this long

What kind of love don't make you old

Meet me at the studio

I just wanna play you something…”

This was definitely something cathartic and better than crying, you thought. You reached for another slice as you felt your phone buzz. It was 11:15pm and Mark’s name flashed across your screen. After contemplating for a couple seconds, you decided to answer the phone.

“Babyy..” Mark whined, before you could even say hello.

“Babyyy, I miss youuuu” He sounded a little drunk but sincere.

“I just did a show..” Mark announced proudly,

“And you didn’t come..” “I looked for you.. I wish you were in the front row” His voice laced with disappointment.

“Wanted my girl there man.. Wanted you to come see me and then leave with me” “Wanted to take my girl home”

“Hello to you too” You giggled into the phone, which made Mark smile on the other end.

“Can you please come see me? Let me apologise to you.” He took this as an opening.

“I’ll be done here in 30 minutes, come to me and we’ll just take a walk and talk. I need to see you.”

You sighed in defeat. “Okay..”

The sound of his voice mixed with the alcohol in your system had made you weak to your feelings. Despite all the logical thinking you had been doing all week. One phone call and all the logic had gone out the window as you rushed to change into some sweatpants and a hoodie.

Sliding your keys in your pocket, you hopped in the uber and rubbed your hands together to generate some heat. It was a chilly night.

Your heart started to beat fast as you spotted the back of his head covered in a black snapback. Mumbling a thank you to the driver, you stepped out the cab and started walking towards him.

When his friends spotted you, their conversation transitioned into whispers.

“Yo, your girl’s here” Haechan mentioned, waving at you which caused Mark to turn around.

He greeted you with a big smile and lazy eyes. Engulfing you in his arms, he began rocking side to side. “I missed you so much” He left kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

“Alright ya’ll, peace. I’m going home with my girl.” He put his arm around your shoulder and started to walk away. You managed to turn around and give everyone a quick wave bye.

You both strolled in the general direction to Mark’s apartment. The city was beginning to quiet down around you and you both existed in silence. Different types of lights covered the city, leaving you in awe of the beauty. Mark pulled out his phone to snap a picture of first, the sky and then of your shadows together.

“Beautiful” Mark whispered to himself.

“What are you doing?”

“Tryna be cute babe” Mark cheesed in your face.

“Mark we need to t-

Before you could finish your sentence, his lips crashed down into yours and you both sighed from the relief of finally being able to feel one another. You mmmm’d into his mouth from the sweet taste of rum and coke and the realisation hit you. Not only did you stop him, but you kissed him back. You kissed Mark back. Your inner dialogue got going once again and your mind started racing about what this could mean. Was it this easy? Were you back together? Did you ever break up?

Your heart was beating hard once again, but this time, with unison with Mark’s. He was freaking out too. He knew that sooner or later, you would would have to talk about things and he also knew, that it would probably not end well. He tried to delay it for as long as he could.

Mark and you pushed these thoughts to the back of your minds and deepened the kiss.

“I missed you.” He mumbled into the kiss and you told him you missed him too.

You both continued walking, and talking as if nothing was ever wrong. You told Mark about the kitten he liked, and how he would be ready for adoption by next week.

“We’re naming him Bruno for sure” He giggled, pushing to name the cat after Bruno Mars, which always made you roll your eyes but you were prepared to let him have it. If it meant that you were going to be cat parents, he could have all the dad privileges as he liked.

Mark told you about everything he had gotten up to in the past two weeks and you did the same. He was your best friend and this felt nice. It felt like home. As the night began to settle, the breeze got colder and you snuggled closer to Mark. You slipped your hand into his and grazed your thumb over his knuckle.

“Hey, we’re gonna be okay right?” You looked up at him, with a slight glint in your eyes and he took your hand, bringing up to his mouth. He placed a soft kiss on it.

“I think so”

Mark was nervous.

Although he was doing a great job of putting up a facade. Almost identical to your timeline, couple days into the fight, Mark realised how much of a dick he had been. He knew he was to blame for your reaction that night. He wanted to apologise and make things right so much but he couldn’t find the words. Deep down, he knew you were right. He was becoming busier as time went on, and his relationship was suffering because of it. There was no balance between his schedules and personal life. It was painfully apparent that the relationship had taken the back burner, the more success came Mark’s way. He wondered if he was selfish to still want to pursue this relationship if he knew, he couldn’t treat it with the attention that it deserves.

Mark barely had the time to process this hiccup, as his schedule didn’t slow down one bit. Losing control over his own time left him with feelings of anger and frustration. He felt a wave of guilt and shame wash over him when he thought back how he acted that night. Being unable to control his temper was something Mark hated. He actively tried to remain gentle in his exchanges with the people around him. Specially you. Mark hated the fact that he let his emotions control him and his misdirected anger spewed out of him.

He knew, he needed to find a way to balance his schedules and personal life or this would mean the end for the two of you. The image of this made his chest feel tight. He was desperate to make this work. So he leaned on some liquid courage and picked up the phone to call you. He wanted to try his luck one last time.

He didn’t think you’d actually show up though. He felt a little pressured to fix everything because this night could go either way. Oh and did he miss you. He missed your face, your smell. He missed making you laugh or cum. He missed touching you, holding you. He felt as though he was going crazy in your time apart.

You both had already, pretty much, come to a non-verbal agreement by the time you reached his apartment building and opened the door for you.

Getting into the lift, you were both squished in the back corner by the amount of people that were on there. The same lift, you had been in a million times before but tonight felt different. The dim light and tight space, made your stomach flip. The thick silent air floated around you, with only Mark’s breath in your ear. You felt his arms around your shoulders as he pulled you into him. It was 5 seconds into the lift ride, when you started to feel him against your butt and his breath gradually getting heavier on your skin.

Soon as everyone got off at the first floor, for some sort of party. Mark spun you around, pushing you against the mirror and kissing you. You hungrily kissed back, tongue pushing into his mouth, which made Mark moan into your mouth. The needy-ness grew in this small lift, as temperature started to rise and Mark couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He was aggressive and feverish. He needed to have you right there, and then. Bucking his hips towards you, he rubbed up against you trying to find some sort of friction. He was grabbing at your body, anywhere he could reach. His mouth travelled down to your neck leaving kisses as his thumb stroked your nipple, making you arch your back and lean into him more.

“Baby” he let out moan, unable to hold himself back. You tapped his shoulder lightly.

“Mar- He kissed you again.

“Mark” You called out his name, pushing him off you as the lift reached his floor. Mark let out a loud groan as he pulled himself off you. Soon as the lift door opened, Mark had your hand in his and you both ran to his flat giggling.

Closing the door behind you, his mouth was on you once again. “Baby, please..” Mark begged into your mouth, throwing his jacket on the floor in urgency as you threw his hat. Your hands grabbed the back of his neck as he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Mark made his way to the bedroom.

Dropping you on the bed, he fell between your legs and onto you. The heat between you both continued to rise as the bed sheets became more creased. Mark undressed you as quick as he undressed himself and before you knew, his face was between your thighs, making you hit high notes.

“I.. missed.. your.. pretty.. pussy” He said in between kisses. His fingers knew exactly what to do, as he fucked them into you. Mark was in a daze when he realised, his hands and face becoming drenched by the minute. Mark’s groans and sounds of how wet you were echoed throughout the room.

Your legs on his shoulders, his grip on your thighs were tight as he brought you to multiple orgasms, leaving you unable to catch your breath. Mark came up with a big smile on his face, as he smashed his lips against yours once more. Tasting yourself on his mouth, made you moan and Mark took it as a sign to slip into you with one single thrust. He bottomed out immediately, leaving you both in a mess of airy breaths and moans.

He slowly found his rhythm as his thrusts got harder. “Still want me to fuck off?” He pounded into you, making your breast match his movements. His right hand snaked its way to your throat, lightly grabbing it.

“Go on, I can’t hear you” He mocked you, giving your neck a squeeze as you fell apart under him.

“No.. I want.. I want you to stay” You could barely form a sentence and this amused Mark.

“You gonna take it like a good girl?”

All you could do was nod and Mark pulled back to sit on his heels. “Sit on me” He ordered.

After he got comfortable, leaning against the headboard, you straddled Mark and slowly sunk onto him. His head immediately fell into the crook of your neck, mumbling curse words into your skin. Mark never shied away from being vocal, but tonight was something different when he couldn’t stay quiet for longer than a minute. He needed you in every way.

As you started to move, his head dropped further down to your breast, taking one in his mouth as your obscene sounds got louder. Mark grabbed your ass to lift you a little higher and began pounding into you and bringing the pair of you to climax.

Heavy panting, he leaned into your frame, making you lay back on the bed and he laid on top on you. Mark lazily left kisses on all over you, before resting his head on your chest and you ran your fingers through his hair.

After your breath resumed to normal, so did your inner dialogue. The anxious train of thoughts took over your mind, the fear of not knowing how this is going to work or what tomorrow holds, made your head spin again and you felt nauseous.

“Mark…” You whispered.

“Mark.. we still need to talk” You let the sentence breathe for a while before you heard soft snores coming from his mouth. You couldn’t help but smile at his cute face, and you closed your eyes too in hopes that maybe tomorrow will bring some clarity.

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queenshelby · 3 months

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An Illicit Affair

Part Eight: The Morning After

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (46) x Reader (23)

Warning: Age-Gap, Taboo Relationship, Infidelity

On Thursday morning, right following a night of steamy passion and countless orgasms shared in that luxurious hotel room, you woke up to find Cillian spooning you from behind, his naked form clinging tightly to your back.

You glanced at the luminous numbers of the digital clock on the bedside table; it was just seven o'clock and you dosed back off to sleep for an hour longer, enjoying the warmth of his arms wrapped snugly around you. You relished in the fact that you had successfully managed to sidestep the path of normalcy.

Each of you had cleared your schedules for the day, planning to indulge in each other's company without any interruptions from the outside world.

Cillian had texted his agent last night, cancelling his interview with Vanity Fair, insisting that he needed some personal time following his son's accident and would be unavailable today. His agent understood, respecting that he too deserved space to breathe and experience some time off.

You, on the other hand, had sent a quick text message to Lucy explaining that you would be spending the next couple of days away from campus and, since you only had two lectures and no work scheduled until the weekend, she seemed to grasp the idea without pressing for further details.

By eight o'clock, the sun peeked through the curtains, casting shadows of light upon the wall-to-wall carpeted floors. You opened your eyes again slowly before turning around carefully to face Cillian who appeared to be still asleep.

You admired his features; the sculpted planes of his face, the small scar beneath his chin, the freckles that dotted his cheeks, and even the small patch of slightly greying hair covering his chest.

His hands rested on your hips, holding you close. The feel of his breath on your neck and shoulders was comforting and exciting.

Your heart raced at the thought of waking him up and starting another round of pleasure, but you resisted the urge, deciding instead to lie there, basking in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Seeing his greying hair and crow's feet around his eyes, you had always felt drawn to him, the fact that he was older exciting you tremendously.

Though you knew the dangers of playing with fire, you couldn't resist the flames dancing in your belly every time you looked at him. There was something incredibly enticing about him and it was not just lust you felt.

No, it was much more potent than sexual attraction. It was the realization that this man could challenge you, inspire you, and push you beyond your limits. In essence, he was the embodiment of everything you desired in a partner with just two small problems to consider. He was married to someone else, and he was your ex-boyfriend's father.

The two of you had crossed boundaries that society deemed taboo and irreversible. Yet, none of those concerns mattered to you right now as you looked at him in awe. He simply looked breathtaking, even more so than the first time you saw him and, as you finally ran your fingers through his grey hair, he stirred, opening his eyes groggily.

"Morning, beautiful," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead and wrapping his arms tighter around you. "You look gorgeous like this," he commented, his eyes roaming over your face hungrily.

"Like this?" you smiled shyly, turning your face into his caress.

"Yes, like this. So natural. No make up, just your flawless beauty," Cillian smiled, admiring you.

"Flattery will get you everywhere," you chuckled, your eyes lighting up at hearing Cillian's compliment. "But thank you," you added sincerely, and he leaned over to kiss you on the mouth, the taste of wine still lingering on his lips from the night you shared.

"I wish I could stay in this room with you like this forever," Cillian breathed against your mouth, his hands roving across your skin as he spoke.

"Me too," you whispered as his fingers lingered on your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine.

"You're absolutely stunning Y/N…" he murmured, looking intently at you and you were lost in his eyes.

They were mesmerizing and full of desire, longing, and a promise of things to come.

"You're not so bad yourself, Cillian…” you teased, kissing him lightly on the lips before rolling on top of him.

"In fact, I think that you are incredibly handsome," you continued, tracing your finger along his jawline before kissing along his neck.

"Don't stop there," Cillian murmured, his voice low and sultry, and a thrill coursed through you.

"Where should I continue?" you asked, arching an eyebrow suggestively.

"Downwards," Cillian breathed, reaching out to cup your cheek, his fingers trembling slightly.

You smiled and lowered your head, planting kisses along his neck again before working your way downwards.

The feel of his strong hands on your back guided you expertly as you moved lower, kissing and licking every inch of his torso.

"Tell me Cillian, where exactly do you want my lips," you whispered provocatively, pausing briefly to look up at him.

His breath hitched, his gaze intense as he stared down at you.

"On my cock," he rasped, the word hanging heavily between you.

You smirked, reaching down to grasp his naked shaft, already hard and throbbing.

"Really?" you challenged, biting your lip lightly.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, his erection growing harder and harder beneath your touch before tying back your hair with the elastic wrapped around your wrist.

You then flicked your tongue out, teasing the tip of his penis before sucking it into your mouth.

"Fuck!" he cursed softly, arching his back as you sucked him deeper, taking him all the way inside your hot, wet mouth. You swirled your tongue around his length, tasting him, enjoying the sensation of his cock pulsing in your hand as you worked it rhythmically.

"Ah, fuck yes," he gasped, thrusting upwards into your mouth, reveling in the fact that no one had made him feel like this before.

"You're incredible," he muttered breathlessly, his grip tightening on your hair. You paused, gazing up at him. "Keep going," he pleaded, his voice strained and desperate. You resumed your movements, bobbing your head faster as you took him deeper, swallowing him whole.

"I'm close," he groaned after about twenty minutes of you pleasuring him, bucking wildly underneath you as you massaged his balls firmly, drawing out his orgasm. With a final, forceful thrust, he exploded, filling your mouth with his seed. You swallowed greedily, lapping up every drop.

The taste was bitter, salty, and utterly erotic. A sense of power surged through you as you looked up at Cillian, his eyes wide with shock and satisfaction. "You're amazing," he murmured, his voice hoarse and raw but before you could continue your erotic adventure, Cillian's phone rang loudly.

He fumbled for it amongst the pillows, finally locating it under a rumpled sheet.

"Dermont," he croaked, clearing his throat nervously. "Hi, is everything alright?" he continued quietly, listening intently as his friend ought to confirm his whereabouts.

"You are staying at the Westin, aren't you?" Dermont asked while juggling two cups of coffee in his hands.

"Yes, why?" Cillian asked suspiciously, his tone shifting abruptly.

"I am standing downstairs, in the lobby, with two caffeinated beverages," Dermont responded cheerfully, ignoring Cillian's sharp change in demeanor. "I hope I am not disturbing anything?" he added innocently, earning a scowl from Cillian.

"No man” Cillian stammered. "Of course not," he lied smoothly, looking over his shoulder at you. "I didn't even know that you were coming to London," he then went on to say, trying to mask his surprise.

"I got in this morning," Dermont said. "Now, are you coming down or do you want me to come up to your room?" Dermont chimed, and Cillian let out a soft groan, glancing at you nervously. "Uh, no, don't come up," he stuttered, "I'll be down in a minute," he promised before disconnecting the call.

"Is everything okay?" you asked worriedly, sitting up on the edge of the bed while Cillian grabbed his clothes from the floor.

"Everything is fine," he tried to assure you, slipping his pants on hastily. "But I need to head off for ten minutes. A friend of mine is in the lobby," Cillian apologized, fastening his belt.

"It's fine. Seriously. I might have a bath and order some breakfast for us for when you come back" you suggested before pulling Cillian in for a quick kiss. "Don't take too long though. I am still aching for you," you teased, giving Cillian a flirtatious glance before heading to the bathroom while Cillian left the room to meet his friend.

Once Cillian was gone, you ordered two plates of eggs Benedict alongside fresh fruit salad and a side of crispy bacon. Satisfied with your selection, you then indulged in a leisurely soak in the tub, letting the warm water wash away the tension from your muscles while Cillian caught up with his best friend Dermont.

"Hey man," Dermont greeted him with a wide grin, handing him a steaming cup of coffee. "I heard about Max," he said earnestly, concern etched onto his face. "How is he doing?" he asked, and Cillian inhaled deeply before responding.

"He's good, considering the circumstances," Cillian stated flatly, forcing a smile. "The doctors expect him to make a full recovery, which is all that matters," he then assured Dermont, his voice cracking slightly. "Thanks for checking in. I appreciate it," he then uttered, grateful for such genuine support.

"How are you holding up?" Dermont asked, concerned for his friend. "You seem distracted," he noted, peering at Cillian closely who was looking at his watch. "No, I am good. I have a meeting at nine and will have to get ready..." Cillian began to say just as one of the hotel staff members came to seek him out, recognizing him in the lobby amongst a handful of people.

"Mr Murphy, your wife ordered some breakfast, but I am afraid that we are out of the cold pressed juices she selected," the staff member explained, causing Cillian to blush with emberassment.

"Just orange juice is fine," he quickly answered while Dermont looked at him sideways with raised eyebrows.

"Your wife, huh?" Dermont repeated, narrowing his eyes at Cillian. "Are you sure you are okay?" he asked, watching his friend closely. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" Dermont urged, setting his coffee on the nearby table.

"Yeah, thanks," Cillian nodded, picking up his own coffee cup. "I'm fine, Derm. Just...preoccupied," he clarified, taking a sip. "With work, mostly," he added, crossing his arms over his chest.

"And Danielle?" Dermont asked. "I know that she is back in Dublin, looking after Max, which makes me wonder..." Dermont questioned cautiously, scrutinizing Cillian closely, and before Dermont could finish his question, Cillian told him that he wasn't staying in his hotel room alone.

"I am seeing someone," Cillian blurted out quietly, his face reddening in embarrassment. Dermont stared dumbfounded at Cillian, unable to believe what he had just heard.

"You are having an affair?" Dermont exclaimed shocked, his eyes widening. "Are you mad?" he asked incredulously, raising a brow before sipping his coffee thoughtfully. "Who is she?"

"I can't tell you man," Cillian replied nervously, avoiding eye contact with Dermont who was quick to reassure his friend that his secrets would be safe with him.

"Look, if you don't want to talk about it, that's cool," Dermont said sympathetically, placing a comforting hand on Cillian's shoulder. "But if you ever need anyone to confide in, just reach out to me," Dermont promised, his voice filled with warmth and understanding. "I mean, I know you've been dealing with a lot lately..." Dermont trailed off, his words hitting a nerve with Cillian who decided to confide in his best friend.

"Her name is Y/N and she used to date my son," Cillian revealed hesitantly, fearing the judgment he might receive from Dermont.

"Wait, what?" Dermont exclaimed, his eyes bugging out in disbelief. "The med student? The one we met at your house a few months back?" Dermont remembered, the shock evident on his face. "I didn't realize you guys..." Dermont trailed off, shaking his head in disbelief. "Jesus, Cil, how did this happen?" he asked, his voice tinged with disappointment.

"It was a complete accident," Cillian explained defensively, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "We ran into each other in London not so long ago. We had a few drinks and one thing led to another," Cillian confessed, averting his gaze. "I know it sounds crazy, but we just fell into it," he sighed, running a hand through his hair, looking helplessly at Dermont.

Dermont studied Cillian closely, a storm brewing inside his head. "Didn't you feel awkward? Or guilty?" he asked, his voice stern and disapproving. "I mean, your son has been dating the same girl you are currently involved with?" Dermont asked, struggling to wrap his head around this bombshell revelation.

"A little at first," Cillian admitted, squirming in his seat at the memory. "But I feel so fucking alive when I'm with her," he confessed, his voice dropping to a whisper. "She's so different from Danielle - so spontaneous, so wild yet mature beyond her years," Cillian gushed, a reverential note creeping into his voice. "There's nothing like this, Derm," he insisted, gripping the armrests of his chair tightly. "I never imagined that I would feel this intensely again," he confessed, his voice breaking slightly.

Dermont sat silently across from Cillian, absorbing his words while studying his friend's expression closely.

He noticed the way Cillian's Adam's apple bobbed nervously, the way his eyes darted around as if searching for escape. Dermont could tell that Cillian was genuinely torn apart by his feelings for you, yet scared to fully embrace them.

"How many times have you seen her?" Dermont probed gently, studying Cillian's tormented expression. "Twice," Cillian mumbled reluctantly, his voice cracking slightly. "I swear, Derm, it just happened," Cillian declared earnestly, his eyes pleading for understanding.

"You know you can't hold up an affair like this. You will get caught eventuelly," Dermont warned, studying Cillian's anguished expression. "I don't know if I can advise you on this matter, Cil," Dermont sighed, rapping his knuckles on the table. "But whatever you decide, please consider the consequences thoroughly," Dermont advised, his voice grave and sombre. "Because once this news gets out, it will cause havoc, and people will suffer," Dermont predicted gravely, staring straight into Cillian's eyes.

"You're not just hurting Danielle here, you're also affecting the entire family," Dermont reminded him, sensing Cillian's indecision.

"I know," Cillian whispered miserably, feeling like a failure. "I should end it with Y/N, right?" he sighed, contemplating his predicament. "But I can't. I really care about her, Derm and my marriage has been falling apart for quite some time now," Cillian whispered miserably, wringing his hands nervously. "What am I supposed to do?" he pleaded, seeking advice from his best friend.

"Maybe you should try talking to Danielle," Dermont suggested tentatively, watching Cillian closely. "Have you tried?" he asked, recalling how detached they had seemed during their last visit together.

"Not really," Cillian admitted guiltily, lowering his gaze. "Things between Danielle and me haven't been great and you know that," he confessed, squirming in his seat. "I have been unhappy for years," he admitted, his voice dropping to a painful whisper.

"Like I said, I don't know what the answer is man, but do you really want to throw away 20 years of marriage for a fling with a woman half your age?" Dermont asked, knowing the impact of his words and, somehow, they resonated with Cillian.

"I suppose I owe it to myself and our relationship to at least attempt to communicate with Danielle," Cillian agreed, nodding slowly. He knew deep down that Dermont was right. He couldn't live with himself if he threw away twenty years of marriage for a fleeting affair and he knew that ending it with you would be the only way to possibly save what he had built for so long.

To be continued...

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dilemmaontwolegs · 11 months

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The Aftermath || LN4 {8}

Pairing: Lando Norris x widow!reader Summary: Two years after the accident it's race week in Imola but are you ready to return to the track that took your husbands life? Warnings: 18+ only, grief, panic attack WC: 2.4k

F1 Masterlist || One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten || Eleven || Twelve || Thirteen || Epilogue

Imola 2024 Lando’s blurry image swayed with the waves on the surface and you watched him for another few moments from where you sat on the bottom of the pool. Your chest was burning as you broke the surface and you gasped in a lungful of air before wiping the water from your face and swimming over the edge he took a seat on.

The sounds of the city coming to life returned and you missed the quiet stillness that came with submerging yourself under the water.

“What time did you wake up?” Lando asked with yawn as he combed a hand through the wild mess atop his head.

You weren’t sure if you had even gone to sleep. You had laid beside Lando for hours, watching his chest rise and fall with each breath and lacing your fingers with his when they blindly searched for you in his sleep. “A little while ago.”

You were accustomed to the memories that resurfaced everywhere you went, and you were used to seeing the parts of René that were ingrained in everything he left behind. But being back in this city was the hardest memory to face.

The race had been cancelled last year, and that had been the weekend that brought Lando back into your life. This year there was no act of god to keep the Grand Prix from going ahead and you had spent most of the drive to Imola silently staring out the window. Every now and again his hand on your thigh would give a reassuring squeeze and you would give him a weak smile in return.

McLaren still booked the same boutique hotel and the same premier room with the view over the Santerno river that ran past the circuit. You knew it was a simple business arrangement and no one gave a second thought to using the suites they knew from experience were of high quality. But it was all you could think about when Lando pulled into the valet parking.

How were you expected to sleep in the same bed you had shared with René on the very last night you had together? The question had turned over in your mind as you lay there, the sheets suddenly too stifling to bear any longer. Stars had still littered the sky when you slipped into the tepid water and let it wash over your head to silence the thoughts.

“Breakfast is ready when you are,” Lando broke your trance as he held open a towel for you to step into.

“I don’t think I can come with you today,” you whispered as he wrapped the soft material around you and held you in his arms for a moment.

He nodded and his arms tightened their hold before he released you to go and get changed. When you looked back you expected to see him following but he was raising his phone to his ear and turning his back.

“We couldn’t help but notice you’ve arrived alone to the track this week. Is everything alright between you and Y/N, and can we expect to see her at the race today? She hasn’t missed a single one of yours since she made her return to the paddock last year.”

Lando twisted the microphone in his hands and his lips pressed in a tight line while he debated whether to answer the question or tell them to piss off. It was Carlos who made the decision for him as the Ferrari driver lifted his own microphone to his mouth.

“This is a tough weekend for all of us. The last time we raced on this track was with René, and returning without him it’s…” Carlos trailed off quietly with a shrug as the crowd fell silent. “Just ask Pierre and Charles how it feels returning to Spa every year.”

“It’s hard, man,” Pierre murmured into his microphone, Charles nodding in agreement.

“It’s fucking hard,” Carlos reiterated as his palm slapped his thigh. “And we were only friends, but for Y/N, it has to be so much harder to return here, on this weekend especially.” He shifted as he tried to calm down and sat back on the sofa they all sat upon with a sigh and waved his hand down the line of drivers on the panel. “We can understand why she isn’t here, as should all of you, but if she decides to come then we will all be here to support her.”

The interviewer pressed her finger to her ear and a smile grew on her face at the news she was hearing. “Well, as it happens Lando, your car was just spotted coming in so it looks like Y/N has decided to come after all.”

Lando shifted on the seat so he could pull his phone from his trousers and saw the text messages and calls he had missed. “Sorry, guys, I’ve gotta go,” he apologised before Oscar took his microphone and gave him a reassuring push.

You had tried to be strong for Lando’s sake but the moment the door closed behind him you had buried yourself under a mountain of blankets on the couch. You had tried so hard to make it to the sessions each day but you hadn’t been able to take that final step over the threshold.

Now it was raceday and the second anniversary of René’s accident. There was nothing left in the well of your energy, no hidden strength you could muster to take that step out of the room.

Lando had watched you try and it had been enough for him as he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and slipped his keys into your hand, just in case. “I’m sorry, I’ve gotta go,” he murmured as he wished he had even one minute more to see if you would follow. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said as you blinked back the tears of disappointment and watched him leave. “Be safe.”

A knock sounded at the door a few minutes later and you threw the blankets back that you were overheating underneath. “Did you forget your pass agai-” your words were choked from your throat at the woman standing in front of you when you opened the door.

“Lando called,” she said as she smiled sadly. “I came as fast as I could.”

You fell forward and sobbed as she wrapped her arms around you and sniffed back her own tears. “Shhh, it’s going to be okay, ma chérie, maman’s here. Dry your eyes, my René wouldn’t want to see you like this.” She guided you back inside and closed the door behind her. “Now, I’m going to make you a chamomile tea and then we are going to have a little talk.”

You did as you were told after giving Maria Gauthier one more hug. It had been too long since you last saw her but you hadn’t known what relationship there was when the person who was the bridge was gone. You hadn’t been sure if she was still even considered your mother-in-law so you had pulled away and lost touch with her like so many other people that year. But Lando hadn’t.

“I had hoped to see you at the memorial,” Maria said as she placed two steaming hot mugs on the table and took a seat. “I was furious when I found out they hadn’t invited you.”

“I wasn’t in a good space anyway,” you said as you cupped your palms around the drink and let the ceramic warm your palms. “I’m sorry I never returned your calls.”

“It’s water under the bridge.” She placed her hand over yours and you noticed the white band stark compared to her sun kissed skin. Her eyes followed yours and she sighed sadly as she rubbed the space where her wedding ring used to sit. “We all grieve in our own ways,” she murmured before hiding her hands under the table. “Leo found his salvation in a waitress in Bordeaux.”

“I’m so sorry, maman.”

“Don’t be, it’s not anyone’s fault. There was a gaping hole in our family without René and nothing the two of us could do to fix it. But we move forward, because Gauthier women are strong, right?” She pinned you with a stare until you nodded feebly. “Good, so get dressed because you have a race to get to.”

Water sloshed over the cup, burning your hands, as you shook your head violently. “I can’t go there.” Your breathing was too rapid, the room starting to spin as you relived that moment when you heard the squeal of locked tires then the clash of metal crumpling and saw the flames engulfing the car. “I can’t…”

“You can and you will, and I will be right by your side,” Maria promised as she moved the cup away and gently dried your hands. “Did you know I came here after the funeral?”

You frowned at the information. “You did?”

“Mhmm,” she nodded. “I don’t know what I thought I was going to do, but when I got to the track all that anger and pain I was feeling just vanished. I swear, poof, gone. And then I felt his presence, and how could I not? He dedicated his entire life to racing, he loved it, chérie, and you can feel it there. I’ll show you.”

Your hands trembled as they hovered over the clothes hanging in the closet, torn between Lando’s Quadrant colours and McLarens. With a steadying breath you pushed aside your normal choice and chose the grey and orange fitted shirt knowing today wasn’t just about supporting Lando.

“I tried to call Lando but he must be busy. Oh well, I’m sure we will be able to find him,” Maria said as she walked in the room with her phone in her hand. When she looked up she paused and she clenched her hands to her chest with a smile. “Ah, this takes me back.”

Maria was patient as you collected your belongings into your handbag but when you had nothing left to delay your departure she held her hand out. You accepted the strength she offered and let her pull you over the threshold and into the carpark.

“Are you alright to drive?” she asked as you unlocked the suicide doors on Lando’s McLaren and opened the drivers side.

“I think I need to,” you said with a nod as you slipped into the leather seats and pushed the start button. Having the steering wheel in your grip gave you a semblance of control of the situation, knowing you could turn around if you couldn’t go any further. “Thank you for coming today.”

“Of course, chérie, we are still family and you will always be a daughter to me. So next time you’re struggling, you call me okay?”

Your throat tightened with emotion as your question was finally answered. “Okay, maman.”

Maria’s hand rested on your shoulder as she kept you moving forward through the paddock, the warm touch enduring the bumps and knocks of the busy crowd moving about before the Formula 2 feature race began. Suddenly the bodies parted and you looked up after feeling a pat on your shoulder before her hand slipped away.

Lando skidded to a halt a few feet in front of you and his face lit up as his lips parted in one of his rare full blown grins.

You had kept your head down the entire walk to avoid all the phones and cameras that would have undoubtedly followed your entrance but now that you were seeing more than the concrete beneath your feet you noticed a sign a fan was holding up. ‘Racing is my oxygen.’

You could hear René’s voice, the confidence and surety it held whenever he finished the quote, ‘I need it to survive.’ It was then that you understood what Maria had spoken of earlier, so long as there was racing his memory would live on and his presence would be felt.

Tearing your eyes away from the sign, you returned the smile - something that had been difficult to do all week. “Hey,” you greeted as you stepped into his arms, “sorry I’m late.”

“You’re here, love,” he murmured into your hair like he couldn’t quite believe it before kissing the top of your head and pulling Maria into a side hug. “You made it too.”

“I’m offended at the surprise in your tone, mon chéri,” she tutted as she returned the hug and looked up at him. “You’ve grown again, and gotten skinny. Is she not feeding you enough?”

“I fed him too much apparently,” you defended yourself as you poked Lando’s hard abs. “Now he’s on a diet.”

“Good girl,” she grinned proudly as she rubbed your back and his. “I miss your visits, it's so quiet all the time at home now. You three were always laughing and getting into trouble when you came to Paris.”

“We’ll come and visit you soon, Mrs Gauthier, promise.”

“Please, chéri, it’s Maria or maman to you,” she said with a tap to his McLaren cap on his head. “I cooked and cleaned for you almost as much as René, I might’ve well have adopted you as my own.”

“We are lucky to have you, maman.” He kissed her cheek like he did his own mother before stepping back and taking your hand with a nod to the hospitality and garage area. “I need to get ready, coming?”

You nodded and reached into your pocket before handing over his car key but he hesitated to take it. “You can hang onto it, just in case,” he said as he pulled his hand back.

“No,” you said as you opened his hand and placed it in his palm. “I’m fine, really, Lan, I’m not going to hide again. This is where I want to be.”

365 days. It had been 365 days since Lando came back into your life and saved you from the lonely, broken existence you had isolated yourself to. It had taken 365 days but, standing there in Imola where your heart had been shattered into so many pieces you never thought you would never be whole again, you finally felt healed.

Racing is my oxygen, I need it to survive. René Gauthier, #29, 1997 - 2022

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How Many People? (Sydney Lohmann x Reader)

I'm backkkkkk. My bad for not writing in like 2 weeks, but whatever. This was requested by an amazing anon. I hope you all enjoy it! My next fic is an Obi one so maybe I'll do that. I'm thinking of doing a part 2 to this in the near future. As always any feedback good or bad is welcomed! Have fun reading!

And shout out to @ares3460 @simp4panos @inlovewithwoso @wosofanstuff and the lovely 🧡 anon for helping me decide what kind of ending I should have

Word Count: 2.3K (Guys?!?!?!)

You watch fondly as Syndey runs around the paddock, taking pictures of everything she sees. While she had been to many races before, she just really loved Belgium for some reason. It could be that the track was nestled in the Ardennes forest or that the race was one of the most historic on the calendar. Whatever it was, Sydney was beyond excited to be there. She looked like a kid in a candy store the way her eyes darted around, taking everything in. You, on the other hand, were not that fazed by everything. Instead, you opt to stare at your girlfriend with heart eyes as you fall harder when you notice how happy she looks. Walking into the Williams garage, Sydney immediately seeks out Lily (our favourite WAG). They had become close friends as they watched you and Alex race around the track.

The weekend forecast was less than ideal. Everyone is predicting heavy rainfall on both Saturday and Sunday. Even on Friday, the dark clouds sat overhead, putting everyone on edge. Everyone knew the dangers of racing around Spa in the wet. Lando had a massive crash in 2021 and tragically, Dilano Van’t Hoff passed away at Spa, also in the wet. When you heard about Dilano your heart broke. You had raced against each other back in your karting days and become good friends. He was destined to reach Formula 1, both of you had dreamed of driving alongside each other in the pinnacle of motorsport. Now, due to the FIA’s carelessness, your friend who deserved to be where you are today was gone. Racing at Spa in the wet scared you. Not that you would admit it to anyone, although Syndey had kind of figured it out. That’s when you know something is wrong, when a driver who is usually crazy and ready to do anything, fears for their life doing something they love.

As you’re in your driver's room with your head in Syndey’s lap, her nails running softly through your hair, you can’t help but let your mind wander towards the conditions of the track. Your girlfriend notices the furrow of your eyebrows, indicating you’re in deep thought.

“So you gonna tell me?” She asks gently.

“Hm?” You hum quietly back. She rolls her eyes good-naturedly.

“You gonna tell me what you’re thinking about?” Sydney says trying to coax an answer out of you.

“Oh, nothing. Just thinking about the rain and stuff,” you speak softly as the rain patters against the window. Once the words leave your mouth Syndey knows what you’re thinking about.

“You don’t want to race do you?” She says.

“No, I mean, I don’t know. Of course I want to race, I love this track and I always want to race, but…” You trail off. Syndey stops her hand midway through your hair and raises her eyebrows in question. “But, it’s just, how many people have to die before they realize that it’s not safe in the wet?” You sigh out as tears threaten to fall out. The midfielder looks at you sympathetically before continuing her previous motion in an attempt to soothe you.

“If it’s really bad then tell them it’s not safe,” she shrugs.

“It’s not that simple, Syd. I can’t just go to the FIA and be like, ‘It’s raining too much, I’m terrified to put my foot on the accelerator, I think we should just cancel the entire weekend.’ I can’t do that.” She nods in understanding, opening her mouth to speak but is cut off when a loud knock brings the two of you out of your little world.

“Mate, let’s go! Quali is in like 20 minutes and the engineers want to go over some data,” a voice says loudly from the other side of the door. Both of you sigh as you stand up. Slipping your arms into your overalls, Sydney stands up and places her hands on either side of your waist. You freeze your movements and look at her. She places a feather-light kiss on your lips, then on your cheek, then on your forehead.

“Please, please be safe, liebe,” she mutters against your forehead. Trying your best to give her a reassuring smile you whisper against her neck,

“I will. I promise.”

Lily and Syndey cling to each other as the qualifying session progresses. Both of them praying that all twenty drivers survive the session unscathed. It doesn’t help that almost every other minute somebody new has gone for a joyride through the gravel or grass off the track. What does help is that both you and Alex Albon made it through to Q2. Your first lap in Q2 was solid, with a few moments here or there, but all together a relatively tidy lap. The lap put you P10; on the chopping block but you knew there was time to find so you weren’t necessarily worried. On the downside, the rain had only gotten heavier, opposite to what the radar suggested. Now, instead of only being on intermediates the teams and drivers had to make the switch to full wets. So, when you went back out for your second Q2 lap with four minutes left, it’s safe to say Syndey was scared shitless.

“Okay so, we have a good gap to the car in front of us so there shouldn’t be any problems with traffic. Gap to P11 is .098, again gap to the elimination zone is .098,” your engineer informs you over the radio.

“Copy. Visibility is very, very poor. So is traction. I’ll go for it, though,” you respond. Mentally you lock in. You tune out all the other distractions and prepare to give it your all for one lap. However, you can’t shake this bad feeling sitting at the bottom of your stomach. As you slam your foot down on the gas pedal, a ton of water smacks against your visor. Leaving you practically blind. At this point, you're just driving on instinct and memory. Smoothly gearing down as you approach Turn 1, you slowly apply pressure to the brake being careful to not lock up and slide through the corner. You straight-line it as quickly as possible and make the run towards your favourite corner, but also the most dangerous one, Eau Rouge. Usually, in dry conditions, you would take this flat-out, with no hesitation. The thrill of nailing it at 300kph was something you could never get enough of. As you turn left slightly to begin your climb up the hill, you feel the back end slip out. Immediately, you try to correct it, quickly switching the steering wheel to the right. This only causes the rear wheels to lose even more traction. The car starts to spin around wildly. Then, it smashes into the barrier with such force that your helmet jerks forward, threatening to rip your head off from your neck. A searing pain makes its way through your neck and your ribs rattle from the impact. It’s only when hit another solid object that you realize that you’re still moving. The second impact is a lot less painful, but you still figure that you hit the barrier at around 180kph. Everything stops shaking for a second. The rain continues to pour all around you. Yellow flashing lights can barely be made out in your peripheral. Your internal organs start to reorganize back to normal when through the sound of rain spattering on the asphalt you hear the roar of an engine getting nearer. Then, everything goes black.

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The Williams garage is absolute chaos. Everyone is scrambling, trying to see if you’re okay if the ambulances are on their way, or trying to watch the replay of what happened. To Sydney, everything was happening in slow motion. The second Pierre Gasly’s Alpine collided with you, tears rolled down her face. Lily was also crying at the sight of your car broken in two. Out of the corner of her watering eye, Sydney could see your race engineer frantically repeating your name into his headset, trying desperately to get you to acknowledge him. Her head feels like it’s underwater with everyone's muffled voices. Her mind directly goes to the worst possible outcomes. All the negative thoughts swim around her brain for a few minutes until the wailing of the ambulance sirens breaks her out of her trance. Desperately, she looks at the cameras on the pit wall only to see that they have lost connection. After five more agonizing minutes that felt like hours, Sydney was informed by one of the team members that you were being airlifted to the nearest hospital. She was also told that they arranged a car to take her there. Lily refused to leave her side and slipped into the car with her, holding her hand as an act of comfort. Alex’s girlfriend also had the Sky Sports live coverage playing on her phone so they saw the camera zoom in on Alex’s wide eyes as the TV replayed your accident. It was like some sick joke the way your car just snapped in two like a twig.

Finally, they arrived at the hospital, Sydney running through the rain towards the front desk.

“I’m-I’m here for Y/N Y/L/N,” she pants out, her eyes watering and her clothes drenched making her quite the sight. The receptionist nods her head as she scrolls through her computer,

“Uh huh, Ms. Y/L/N is currently in surgery. You are welcome to sit in the waiting area,” the young lady says pointing towards a room full of chairs and concerned looking family members. The Bayern player mutters out a thank you before finding a seat. Lily comes in a few seconds later and sits in the chair beside Sydney.

“I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Lily attempts to sooth your girlfriends nerves. She continues to talk about how you’re a fighter and how you’ll be fine, but this all goes in one of Syndey’s ears and out the other. After what felt like an eternity, but really closer to about an hour, a nurse comes into the waiting area saying your name. Instantaneously, Sydney shoots out of her seat and makes her way towards the nurse.

“Is she okay? What are her injuries? Oh God, please tell me she’s okay,” the young midfielder rants out quickly. Unfazed, the nurse replies,

“Relation to the patient?”

“Girlfriend.”

Sighing, the nurse looks down at her clipboard and starts to read,“Ms. Y/L/N suffered many injuries. Major trauma to the head, a collapsed lung, a broken leg, and severe damage to her spinal cord.” The tears threaten to fall once again as your girlfriend gets told the extent of your injuries.

“Is she…Is she like stable?” Her bottom lip quivers. Again, the nurse sighs,

“She is in critical condition, currently she is hooked up to a heart monitor and an artificial ventilator to help her breathe.”

“Can I go see her?” The nurse nods before motiong to follow her.

“RIght now the doctor is just finishing up, but he will tell you more about Ms. Y/L/N’s condition.” They arrive at a brightly lit room, white covering every inch of the walls. Then, Sydney sees you. Your body laying limply on the hospital bed with what seems like a thousand different tubes and cords attached to you. You seem so small, your usually bright face now covered by an oxygen mask. The smile that can make anyone’s day better no where to be found.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Khan, I’ll be overseeing Ms. Y/L/N for the next little while. Have you been briefed on her injuries yet?” Syndey tears her eyes away from you to see a tall man in a white lab coat talking to her. She nods in response to his question. “Perfect. Well, right now she is in critical condition. The next forty-eight hours or so will be crucial. If she makes it through the first couple days her chance at surviving and making a full recovery will greatly increase. I’ll give you some privacy now, but a nurse will be in to check on her every hour. If you need anything just give me a shout.” He then turns before briskly walking out of the room, leaving Sydney and your unconscious body alone. She takes a seat in a chair alongside of your bed. Her vision goes blurry as the tears flow freely,

“Y-Y/N, please d-don’t leave m-me,” she chokes out in between sobs, “I need yo-you. I don’t k-know what I’d do without you, please liebling.”

For the next fifty minutes Sydney stays silent, her mind racing as her eyes rake over your body. The only thing brining her the slightest bit of comfort being the steady beep of your heartbeat on the monitor. Soon enough, a nurse comes in to check on you, inspecting all of the machines you’re hooked onto. Sydney for the most part ignores her, that is until a small curse leaves the womans mouth.

“What? What’s wrong?” She questions the woman. All of a sudden the nurse shouts for the doctor and presses a red button near your bedside. Within seconds Dr. Khan and more nurses come flooding into the room, one or two of them pulling Syndey out of the room. She tries to fight them, desperate to see what’s happening.

“She’s gone into cardiac arrest!” Someone shouts. Her eyes widen as the words sink in. With one last tug from behind she’s taken completely out of the room. But, she sees one last thing before they slam the door shut in her face.

The line on the heart monitor going completely flat.

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bad268 · 4 months

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4+1 (Arthur Leclerc X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Yeah on Wattpad (look at me actually checking my wattpad messages woah)

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: You/Your/They/Them

W.C. 2113

Summary: The 4 times the reader surprised Arthur and the 1 time Arthur surprised the reader (plus a bonus scene).

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~(^Pinterest but I'm pretty sure Carla posted it too)

1) Austria 2021

The weekend was not off to a good start, and that’s what caused you to drop everything to go to Austria. Qualifying did not go the best for Arthur, but where he qualified left him with a great opportunity for points, starting in fourth place.

You should have listened to your gut when it said something was going to happen this weekend. Instead, you were at work when Lorenzo called you, saying that Arthur had been gone off the track and had to retire early, and he was beating himself up over it.

You told your supervisor that you needed to head out and that you would do work remotely for the remainder of the weekend and probably the next week. They let you go without a hitch, so you were on the next flight out.

When you landed, Race 2 was just about to start. Lorenzo came and picked you up, taking you to the track and into the Prema garage. Arthur was starting down in 27th place. He was already in the car doing the formation lap, so after greeting most of the team, you asked if you could wish him luck over the radio. Thankfully enough, Rene was there and let you use his headset, but told you to make it quick.

“Bonjour mon amour (Hello my love),” You said as soon as you had the headset on. “Bonne chance, je t’aime (Good luck, I love you).”

“Wait, what are you doing here, mon beau (my beauty)? I thought you had work,” he responded immediately as he pulled around one of the last corners.

“Came to surprise you, but I need you to focus on the race now,” You replied with a small, shy smile as the team was listening in on the conversation. “I want you to do what you do best. You’ve got this.”

2) Silverstone 2022

At the beginning of the week, you were not sure if you would be able to make it to Silverstone in time for the feature race. Nothing seemed to line up, so you had told Arthur you would not be able to make it.

However, it seemed like the world was working for you when everything you had to do worked itself out by Thursday night. The weekend shifts that you could not find coverage for were canceled due to overstaffing, your assignments’ due dates were pushed back another weekend, and flights just went on sale. It just seemed like everything was working for you.

Immediately, you got on the first flight out Friday morning to London. Just before taking off, you texted Lorenzo, knowing that Arthur was most likely in his practice or qualifying session. You sent Lorenzo your flight info quickly before shutting off your phone for takeoff.

Landing in London, it did not take you long to meet up with Lorenzo since you only packed a carry-on. You were able to get right off the plane and meet up with Lorenzo in arrivals. He took you back to the rental car and you stopped off to get food before arriving in the F1 paddock where Arthur was hanging out with Charles in between races

You saw him standing against the doorway of Charles’s room with his race suit tied around his waist. You walked up behind him, immediately wrapping your arms around his waist as you hid your face in his shoulders. Arthur stopped talking abruptly, confused at who was hugging him until he turned around and saw your familiar hair color against his chest.

“You said you had work, liar,” Arthur gasped as he lifted you and held you against his body.

“What happened to ‘hello’ or ‘how are you’ or ‘I missed you’?” You laughed once he finally set you down. You leaned in to place a small kiss on his lips before whispering, “I couldn’t miss this. I always try my best to support you.”

3) Australia 2023

You recently got a new job that would allow you to travel with Arthur, but he didn’t know about it yet. It was only finalized it on the Tuesday before the race. You were hired by Ferrari to be their social media coordinator for their academy drivers specifically, and it was a ticket to follow him around for the season.

You had flown with him to Australia for the race, but you told him in advance that you would need to be doing work during the weekend. You told Arthur that morning that you had an early morning meeting which was not a lie, but he did not know it was at the track. By the time Arthur arrived at the track for prerace, you had already gotten acquainted with everyone and were in a grove.

You two didn’t actually run into each other for a while because you were following Fred around, listening to everything he wanted from you before actually getting on with your job. About halfway through the day, Arthur wanted to call you, but he was pulled into a meeting before he could actually dial your number.

Upon arriving in the Ferrari garage, Arthur sat next to Ollie off to the side. They were told it was a basic meeting to go over a new social media plan. The last thing Arthur expected was to see you walk in beside Fred.

His eyes grew wide as his jaw dropped, causing Ollie to chuckle beside him. “Don’t you have a significant other?” Ollie whispered to Arthur. The man in question just ignored his friend.

You looked around the room, almost immediately making eye contact with Arthur. A wide smile spread across your lips as you waved shyly at him.

“Everybody this is Y/n,” Fred introduced you, “They will be working with the academy drivers for their social media.”

Needless to say, when Arthur got his maiden F2 podium, the fans could definitely tell who was your favorite driver.

4) Monaco 2023

It was his home race in his own backyard. How could you not attend? Not only did you love the atmosphere of the Monaco Grand Prix, but it was his first time racing in his home country. Let alone, down the street from his house!

The F2 race had started a few minutes ago, and you were on your way back to the F2 paddock. You had run a little long with Dino’s post-race pictures, so you weren’t there for the start of Arthur’s race. You felt horrible.

You felt your heart sink when you heard the clashing of metal and the gasping of spectators. You glanced up at the big screen, and the one car you did not want to see was shown losing control and crashing into the barriers. It was the Dams number 12, Arthur.

You and Arthur would jokingly poke fun at the Monaco Curse, as Charles referred to it, but you never thought it would affect Arthur. It’s times like this when you really wish you never made those jokes in the first place. You unintentionally manifested this.

By the time Arthur got back to the garage, you had an icepack at the ready. Despite him already having stopped by the medic tent, you knew that an icepack wouldn’t hurt. Especially with how hard the impact was, his head was bound to hurt.

You stood in the back of the garage, updating the FDA social media as you waited for him. When he did, he immediately put his helmet to the side, giving you a sad smile as he approached you. You looked back at him, offering an encouraging smile in return as you opened your arms for him. Arthur did not need to be told twice as he collapsed in your arms as soon as the space was available. You ran one hand up and down his back as you kissed his temple held that was already forming a bruise before holding the icepack to it gently.

“You don’t have to say anything right now,” you whispered as you twirled some of the hairs at the nape of his neck, knowing it calmed him down, “Just know, I am so incredibly proud of you. You did amazing while you were out there, and trust me, next year, you’ll come back stronger.”

+1) Las Vegas 2023

Being from Las Vegas meant that you wanted to attend the grand prix that was taking place in your backyard. Despite not actually racing in it, Arthur was planning on going anyway to support Charles, so you convinced them to bring you along as a tour guide of sorts.

That being said, they all knew you were coming. There was nothing to surprise anyone with. At least, that’s what you thought. Arthur decided it was his turn to surprise you. He did not have all of the specifics settled, but he knew for certain that he wanted to propose to you.

It was Friday afternoon, and despite being on the track until 5 that morning, you still dragged Arthur out of the hotel by 2 to explore. You knew for certain you wanted to take him for slushies and to your favorite place to people-watch: Fashion Show Mall.

“It is way too early to get drunk,” Arthur laughed as he took a drink of the large slushie you two were sharing as you walked hand-in-hand through the streets of Sin City. “And this is comically big.”

“1, that's what she said. 2, it's not that high in alcohol percent. 3, we’re sharing it. And 4, it’s never too early to get drunk when you’re not the one driving,” you chuckled as you pulled him up the rainbow stairs to the top level. There was a grass patch that you loved to sit on while growing up, and it was the perfect spot to overlook the entire city. “This is basically where I grew up. I didn’t have many friends, but I would watch everyone from up here after school. It’s a nice view as long as you don’t look straight down.”

He followed you to the grass and jokingly fell beside you with his head in your lap when you sat down. He smiled up at you, causing you to chuckle, as he held your hand in his.

“Your hand is cold,” He whispered.

“I’ve been holding the slushie since Elvis Presley Boulevard,” you joked, “I wonder why?”

“I can warm it up,” He joked back as he took your hand in both of his as he placed small kisses along your knuckles. You closed your eyes and threw your head back as you laughed at his antics until you felt a foreign object being slid onto your finger. You looked down at Arthur to see him smiling smugly up at you as you noticed the object was a ring, and Arthur had placed it on your left ring finger. “I’ve been trying to find the words, but I couldn’t wait any longer. Mon amour, you are my best friend and you have been by my side for as long as I can remember. You always surprise me, so I thought it was my turn. Will you marry me?”

“You’re crazy, Arthur,” you cried as you hid your face behind your right hand, your left hand still being held tightly by Arthur. His face dropped, thinking you were turning him down, but before he could try to remove the ring, you continued, “You’re crazy for thinking I would say anything but yes!”

Bonus scene: Average screen time

“Your screen time is more than five hours,” Olli Calwell read off as part of the challenge they were doing for the Prema Racing YouTube channel. It was a little game to see who uses social media more.

“I know, I check mine every day. I have a problem,” Paul laughed as he pulled out his phone immediately. Arthur looked off to the side where you were sitting as he chuckled, knowing his screen time was through the roof because of the Facetime calls you do every weekend.

“Mine is 13 hours,” Arthur spoke up. Both Olli and Paul’s eyes grew wide in shock as they snapped over to him, questioning if that was really his average. “Yes, look!” Arthur spins his body around to show the other two his screen time as you also lean forward a bit to see, and he’s right. It was 13 hours on average, causing you to laugh to yourself.

“Are you okay?” Olli asked and that’s what broke your cover. The fans heard you laughing in the background of the video and immediately spammed the comments asking about you. That’s when you decided to go public with Arthur.

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Omg hi Ms. Yellow Caballero big fan of your work <3 For real though, I'm really excited that your sharing the Weekenders, it was a joy to read and I'm bongocat-ing now that others also get the privilege to read it as well.

Referencing your tags, would you please elaborate of ableism in fandom and, like you said, how fandom treats characters with unpalatable disabilities?

Hi Ms. Bud Lite I'm a big fan of you <3

TL;DR A fear of writing characters of highly marginalized identities shields you from criticism and discomfort, but it's actively stigmatizing to people of these identities and as a writer you really need to get over yourself and write The Icky People.

I guess I'll come out swinging on this one and say that fandom doesn't like severe mental illness. (As a note, when I say severe mental illness (SMI) I mean illnesses such as psychotic disorders, bipolar disorder, substance use disorders, personality disorders, etc)

Obviously, nobody likes people w/SMI. It's just insanely egregious in fandom to me, since fanfic writers absolutely love writing characters or HC characters with depression, anxiety, or a specific variety of PTSD That Isn't Scary. People actively reject any character HCs for a SMI. When people write a character with SMI, they nicely downplay it, ignore it, substitute it for a disorder they like better, or rewrite it. It's completely untolerated, in both headcanons and in fanfiction, and every time I bring it up I always get the most interesting reasons why somebody couldn't possibly acknowledge a character's SMI in their writing. I've heard all of these:

"I don't know enough about the disorder to write it accurately." Do research.

"I'm not X, so I can't really depict it." You probably aren't a cis white man, but you depict those guys just fine.

"It feels insulting to the character." There is no shame in having a SMI.

"I can't understand what it's like, so it's better to be cautious and avoid giving characters stigmatized identities." There are LOTS of experiences that you'll never understand because you've never had them - you just don't want to write anything you're uncomfortable with. People with SMI make you uncomfortable, and you don't want to write anything that makes you feel uncomfortable, or think of a comfort character in an uncomfortable way. SMIs are marginalized differently than solely depression/anxiety/The Nice PTSD, and by refusing to write them you're actively contributing to the stigma.

I think (?) I've spoken in the past about how I believe that the rigorous external and internal policing of writing people of marginalized identities is actively harmful towards efforts to increase diversity of experience and background in fiction. A lot of fanfiction writers are just terrified to write people who they can't directly relate with, because they're worried 'they'll get it wrong' and be Big Cancelled. I think this is negative enough when it prevents people from going outside of their comfort zone, but on a macro level I think this results in people refusing to write characters of marginalized identities as all. It's an insidious thought process, and it's reflected in people's unwillingness to diversity their writing or acknowledge canon diversity.

'Well, I don't understand what it's like to be Black, so I don't want to write Black people'. 'I want to project on this character, so I only want to write them with mental illnesses and identities I have'. 'If I write a marginalized character incorrectly people will yell at me, so I won't write a marginalized character who's marginalized differently than me at all'. Can you imagine writing a lesbian character with a boyfriend because 'you feel uncomfortable writing lesbian experiences'? It's blatantly homophobic. But people do that with disability and race/ethnicity ALL THE TIME.

People with SMI notice that you feel uncomfortable with them. It's obvious. They notice when a character has a SMI + anxiety, and you only write their anxiety. They notice when a character displays symptoms of a SMI in canon, but you write it out. And POC notice when the characters of color are written out. I know we all like to project on the blorbos and relate to them, and in the joys of your own head do whatever, but as a writer if you only stick to identities you're comfortable with you are actively being a worse writer. Which to me is the REAL sin lmfao.

#my asks #thanks for enabling me lizzy if i didn't get this out i would have just vagued for the rest of time #even just beyond all of this on a more subtle lvl. HC people with SMI cowards. just do it. its good for you.#the two times me/a close friend have proposed on a fandom server "hey I read X as having a SUD/being on the schizophrenic spectrum'#there was actual fascinating pushback and rejection #people got MAD.#'blorbo wouldn't be an alcoholic he's not a bad person :(' fuck off #i dont use the word often but its ableism and you can be mentally ill and still ableist #if you dont feel educated enough on something to write it then do research #and while research wont give you everything it's a start #if you feel like you can only write people just like you then frankly? skill issue #i mentioned that the last fic was a bit of a spite fic - well #it was scientifically fascinating how the majority of a fandom wrote/acknowledged a character as depressed and anxious #but actively got incredibly defensive when someone suggested that the psychotic character may have had a psychotic disorder #it was so blatant. very annoying. anyway.

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