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what about me | verstappen

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there he was.

a wet max verstappen stood in the doorframe of your apartment smelling like the mini-bar of a cheap hotel and it was not a good look on him. your eyes went from the bird's nest of a hair on his head to the dark wine-red half-smudged lipstick stain on his white collared shirt to the belt around his waist that was left on one notch too big.

"i didn't know where else to go"

"why would you come here"

"i needed you please don't make me go home"

you hated him. hated that he always knew exactly what to say to suck you in, to forgive him for the stupid shit he does but your heart was too big to kick the wet beaten-down puppy anymore so with a big sigh you stepped backward allowing him into the hallway.

"max"

you two knew each other well enough by this point that he automatically tried reaching to take off his wet black dress shoes but I'm sure the rain mixed with the cheap vodka was too much for him and he went tumbling to the wooden floor in a mess. if anything your patience with him was wearing thin and with one glance into your living you would see the big clock above your sofa laying out the time of 3:25 in the morning. so slowly getting down to his height you reached for one foot while he reached for the other, of course, you managed it way before him and even chuckled at the frustrated look on his face as he struggled with the knot he himself made which did all but distract his gaze to your face. the way he stared at you was unnerving, as if he wanted to say something so bad but didn't have the guts to do it and that probably scared you the most because if he of all people was scared to say something it was not something you wanted to hear.

"come"

before you could even say no or turn down the offer the man himself nudged your knee out from underneath you with just his foot laying you flat on ur butt/the wet footprints he made himself minutes before.

"what the fu-"

"i don't know who i am anymore" he interrupted and before you could say anything he stopped you with a hand on your knee as he stared mindlessly with glazed-over eyes into your beige wallpaper abyss of a hallway, "I'm not happy not at home, not on the track, I don't know how to make it okay again" you wanted to reach out and touch him but every time your fingers moved closer to his body he shifted around them so he was just so out of reach which at this point should have been a normal occurrence for you but it still didn't stop the pain in your chest. "i went out and i did what the guys wanted, i drank and drank, and i danced with some girl who only liked me fo-" the hiccup stopped he sentence but the lipstick mark on his collar told the story for him. "i wanted to be okay just for one night" this time you didn't allow him to push his body away from you and instead sat shoulder to shoulder with him grabbing his damp head and pulling it down into your lap. as you ran your fingers through his hair you hummed a familiar song that you both loved as children even going as far to label it as ‘your song’.

max was a tough guy. growing up in the way in which he did he wasn't allowed the luxury of being a crazy teen or a child that could talk back to his parents. he was a prodigy meant to be something greater than all the other kids on the block and you saw it in him the moment you met on track. at that time you wanted to be something too, you wanted to be bigger than all the stars, but reality set in for you too young making you realize that you weren't cut out for the same dreams as your peers however that didn't stop you from being a selfish child then adult and keeping him.

your crush on max was visible from day one, he was all chubby bright pink cheeks and fury. you want to say the first time you realized your crush was the same day he yelled at pierre gasly (one of your now both good friends) for pushing you off track after he broke late in one of the corners making you cry your eyes out because you were finally able to compete for a podium. it was dumb and it was stupid but he was your savior even as children making sure to do everything he could to make you laugh even making himself look stupid to onlookers in restaurants by putting straws up his nose one day when you were sad your mom said you couldn’t have ice cream.

when he too grew up and left it was probably the hardest thing you had to go through because to you he was your peace, your home, but as a teen, it was hard for you to realize at the time that you weren't his. racing took your best friend away, and it was bittersweet because he was so good. he was better than you thought he was, and now your drunk sad best friend was a two-time world champion who could be recognized around the world. for fucks sake he raced in countries you could only dream of on a normal person's salary and even when it felt like you grew so far apart you knew he still needed you as he did now. you were the one person in the world he knew he could come to and cry and cry and do it again until he couldn't feel any more but yet maybe he didn't understand why that hurt you. why right now as he was laying in your arms you were so focused on the way his heart skipped a beat when he snored that your own heartbeat fell in tune with him.

you loved max verstappen and even though you could never be enough for him you selfishly hoped now as you did as children that he would always need you even if that meant waiting forever but, for now, you slept dreaming of what it could be like if maybe just maybe he did too.

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this is so short and probably bad but i was SAD and i might delete it idk i haven't written in so long but i have a few in the chamber anyway pls send prompts I love u!

#max verstappen imagine #f1 one shot #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #max verstappen x reader #angst #childhood best friends to lovers #max verstappen fluff

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iconocon · 1 year

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off limits | gasly

summary: how much control does one person possibly possess

warnings: pick me mc (im sorry not sorry), slutty pierre, bad friend x1000

type: oneshot | wordcount: 1.6k | angst ⚔︎

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your eyes followed the same sweat bead as it fell from his messy brunette head onto his bottom lip to then splitting off onto his chest into smaller beads like one of those over dramatized workout commercials. whatever air was left in your chest or even in the outdoor garage was most certainly straining to escape as your eyes met the blue ones that held all types of your attention.

pierre gasly

now usually you wouldn't have a moral dilemma at the thought of treating a man as an object but as your mind came up with all kinds of obscene scenarios of just climbing ontop of the beautiful in the middle of the room with no shame in front of everyone who works there you knew the seriousness of the "off-limit clause" that has been put with asterisks on this very one. your best friend iris had been seeing pierre for a little under a month yet far before they even got together you knew of the frenchman due to the fact that you had been an avid watcher of motorsports ever since you were young. in fact, you were the one who showed him to that very friend one night as you were doing a tiktok trend where she had to guess what the different drivers' names were by just their headshots. when the video went semi-viral and was liked by not only the alpha tauri team admin but by the two drivers you simply didn’t know what to do with yourself.

if you thought that the like was enough to kill you the dm of a big red heart was enough to resurrect you back from the grave. in the end, you decided it was more stressful than it was worth to try and think of a message that night to send back to the simple message. which you’ve done nothing but regret since, as the next day your very friend read off a series of dms between her and the driver to you over breakfast. now don’t get it twisted you were more than happy for your friend but you were also disappointed as you always told her about your teeny tiny crush on the same man she was gushing over who she called “nothing special” a couple hours ago on film.

you were hoping that the fascination would end as fast as it started so you both could go back to your respective interests but you found iris engrossed in not only her phone but your sunday night race viewings which is something that she was never into before when she resorted to calling it “boring” and to just tell her when they took their helmets off so “she could at least stare at something”. now, the last thing you were ever expecting however was being forced out of your apartment in a short dress to go to a random LA club to see your celebrity crush in a very unbuttoned button-up shirt and messy hair smiling at you asking how you were in a thick whiskey-smelling accent.

after not even two words were exchanged between the both of you the night changed fast, your friend automatically pulled the man to the dance floor and the last time you saw them and when you did in the large crowd of bodies she was dancing in a way you haven’t seen since a few freshman yr college frat parties when you both needed to let off some steam after exams. the vodka redbulls you were drinking were starting to taste like sparkling water which was a big enough cue for you to leave on your own as the bar stool you were perched on was not as comfy as you once thought getting bumped and hit on by enough sloppy men to count. calling over the bartender with one hand you rustled in your purse to find the 20 dollar bill you knew was shoved somewhere in there but before it could be located a hand found its way to your shoulder making you cringe at the thought of having to turn down another man when all you wanted to do was take a hot shower then lay in your nice warm bed.

“don’t worry about it cherie”

“huh?”

clearly, you heard perfectly well who and what was being said to you but you just wanted to either hear it again or make sure you weren’t hallucinating, which between the loud music it was hard to differentiate between the two. when the pressure of the weight on your shoulder increased and a certain warm sense of goosebumps raise all over your skin you realized he was trying to help you out by talking directly into your ear but once again you were distracted so you only heard the ending.

“-worry i got it”

you could smell the strong scent of your friend's perfume still stuck on his skin yet you couldn’t help the way your thighs tightened at the way his lips grazed the very tip of your ear. it took every fiber of dignity you were even surprised you had left in you to tighten your grip on your own purse and give standing a try which was only made worse when a strong hand wrapped itself around your waist pulling you into his side so you didn’t fall on the sticky club floor. the drunken fog that took over your brain was going into overdrive as one of the acrylic nails on your right hand skimmed the toned board of abs that brought about an evil set of thoughts rushing back leading you to only be able to stare at his very pretty…neck?

“PIERRE!!!”

the sound of your friend's voice finally brought you back to earth as you jumped off her dancing companion's body like his skin was actually fire burning you inch by inch and without even a second glance you pointed to the door signaling your friend you were leaving.

after that night you made sure to stay as far away as possible from the couple- actually you weren’t sure what they even were but you knew that the girl code has one very big rule about this one scenario, finders keepers and that left all thoughts classified unless asked which especially counted the late at night ones when you check his instagram dumps of the races or the stories of him working out smirking on the beach that showed enough skin to make a nun blush.

back to the beginning, you obviously were not that successful in staying away as you sat in his team garage at COTA as he did push-ups in the middle of the two conjoining sides with his fireproofs off and his overalls hanging on his waist. everything this man did was a tease and it all felt like it was in spite of you, almost like he knew something you did not. as if he knew of your the ongoing battle that raged in your head telling you how bad of a friend you were but truly how much strength did one woman possess.

later on in the session, a couple of the other guys came over and introduced themselves to you both and while you did not feel in your element at all your friend was pulling both charles and carlos by their respective arms and forcing them into a conversation about if they thought switching teams so the color would go better with their skin complexion. in the end, you found a safe space in the corner with one of the engineers and eventually esteban came and joined in on a conversation about the difference in this years cars shocking you as you were more than content just being a watcher among the crowd. eventually, you found yourself blending in with the crew and laughing as the alpine driver told you about some misfortunes he found on track that evening.

finally, when the day was over you found yourself sighing at the relief that you could go home, far from the evil thoughts that plagued your hormonal mind. all that was between you and a nap was to pick up your bag from one of the driver's rooms yet you didn’t even get a chance to have that peace of mind as the minute you made it through the threshold you were taken back by the sound of being followed actually to be more exact- to be pushed towards the middle of the room.

“since when did you become friendly”

“wha-“

“i said-“ and with each step he made forward you met him with one backward eventually until the back of your thighs made contact with the desk that sat in the corner of the room. the final step he made landed his body between your own thighs along with two solid arms coming to cage your legs in so there was no escape.

“what are you doing?”

“if french is your thing we can talk french”

the jealousy comment went straight over your head to the point where you weren't even sure if this was reality or not anymore, were you dreaming? it felt like you were trying so very hard to stare at his eyes it was almost as if you could feel his heated stare on your lips specifically the bottom one that was now retreated under your teeth to hopefully change his attention.

“pierre-“

“i’ve been asking about you and i finally get you here and you talk to everyone but me?”

the famous goosebumps that always seem to be present when he was around returned as his right hand lightly ghosted up the skin on your arm to your shoulder and found the space to span his five fingers from collarbone to the clench of your jaw. it was so hard to even think straight let alone play along with this back and forth word game he quite obviously was enjoying. what was he trying to get out and why was it impossible to think of anything other than the way his body felt against yours?

“i know the way you look at me mon ange”

“we can’t”

“we can and we will”

“but what about ir-“

before you could even finish your sentence the grip on your necked tightened and you were tugged into him face first, lips, teeth, and all met each other as even when your body tightened like all muscles on high alert you sunk into the playboy falling for his charm even when you knew you would be the only one to be hurt in this scenario.

#f1 fanfic #pierre gasly x you #pierre gasly x reader #f1 x reader #f1 x oc #f1 imagine #f1 fanfiction #driver x oc #driver x reader #oc x reader #pierre gasly fanfic #f1 one shot #f1 drabble #pierre gasly #📗#f1 smut

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iconocon · 1 year

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my brand is THRIVING rn

#ocon is THE icon #📓#esteban ocon

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iconocon · 1 year

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we joke about procrastination but nothing is worse than the nauseating feeling of having every intention of doing something but physically not being capable of doing it and then feeling like you want to throw up because the deadline is just getting closer and closer.

#me making imaginary deadlines to all the drafts i have and STILL not doing them #📓

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iconocon · 1 year

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THA K YOU FOR WRITING SHERRIF LANCE SMUT OH MY GOD IVE BEEN WANTING REQD SOME EVER SINCE I SAW HIM

LITERALLY i scrolled through all the f1 tags seeing if any was written and i was so surprised that i wrote that in like 30 minutes it's so bad but im happy you liked it 🤍

#📓#sheriff lance owns a special place in my heart and bed

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iconocon · 1 year

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sheriff | stroll

summary: sheriff lance reporting for duty

type: oneshot | wordcount 1k | smut ✦

when lance came home from an aston martin meeting with a garment bag and a brown cowboy hat in hand its safe to say you were a little confused. well, kinda sorta confused, because after all you were in austin texas racing at the circuit of americas and knew it was a right of passage for everyone to get in the spirit but where you would expect other drivers like daniel or even carlos to get all dressed up lance usually didn't participate in weekend marketing. one of your favorite traits about him actually was just how laid back and low key he was not exactly wanting to be in the spotlight and have a fuss raised about him so of course when he refused to show you what was in the bag arguing that "you would have to wait like everyone else" you pouted and begged just like the annoying girlfriend you are known to be until he finally broke giving in saying that he “had to show you the full thing for it to make sense”.

"lance hurry the fuck up"

"patience baby" he was taking forever you swear you have been sitting on the edge of the bed staring at the same spot on the bathroom door for a whole ten minutes before you heard the rustling of the door knob from the other side.

"wait" see now he was just playing games and that just made the excitement in the pit of your stomach grow, even more, when he ordered you to cover your eyes and to keep them shut 'or else'. which of course was tempting but you also didn't wanna have him take your surprise away so you obliged.

the sounds of the door opening followed by shuffling footsteps in your direction cause you to start to giggle nervously until what felt like soft leather kick your calf separating your legs leaving it open just wide enough for your boyfriend to step through.

"oh?" this of course was followed by your free hand that was not on your eyes to be picked up and placed on a cool metal surface one that you felt around blindly until you felt the now familiar outline of a longhorn you have seen everywhere for the past couple days. rubbing the pad of your pointer finger around the outer edge of the oval shape you follow it upwards slowly to the jean clad material of the waistband realizing now that it was a belt buckle. the weight of two hands now digging into your shoulder remind you just how in control he really was. "baby"

"it"s sheriff to you ma'am"

“sheriff?”

finally taking the chance to pull away your hand you are met with the most fantasy-inducing sight you swear you have ever seen. standing between both of your stretched-out legs was your very hot boyfriend with a cowboy hat, boots, and even the same belt buckle that you were now very acquainted with. you couldn't stop yourself from looking him over inch by inch soaking in the smirk on his lips to even the erection now prominent even in his looser pair of jeans. without even another word you knew your mission and your hands didn't need to be told twice in grabbing the buckle again unclipping it from its hold along with the button and zipper needing to see what was underneath for yourself. seeing lance naked every time was like the first time all over again you loved his cock and would do everything to prove it to him.

spreading those same fingers from earlier you barely are able to cover his shaft through the material making sure to look up at him while you do so you can watch him curse your name under his breath almost begging for you not to stop. this is where you had the power and you made that known by pulling him in by the waistband of his underwear until you were face to face to where it met the happy trail that covered the midsection of his stomach leaving a wet opened mouth kiss to the skin.

"don't tease"

you couldn't even help the way you rolled your eyes at his words ones that you knew he would make you regret later for sure by the way his fingernails dug into your should blades trying to reign you back in. pulling down the elastic material until its met pooling at his first layer with his boots you are finally able to let him free not missing the gasp from his own mouth as his tip just barely grazes your bottom lip springing free from its hold. as a tease at heart you even take a second to blow hot air from your mouth on your favorite vein that ran from the tip to the underneath of his shaft watching as it jumped before you gave in to sinking your lips around the top allowing him into your mouth. in one quick moment, all your free hair that was once around your shoulders was now held tightly in a balled-up fist as the sounds of you gagging filled the air. lance didn't lose any time in making sure he reached the back of your throat which each strong stroke groaning each time he made it just a little longer loving the sound of you struggling to breathe. not wanting to give him full satisfaction you made sure every once in a while to reach between his legs and pinch his balls rubbing the skin between your pointer/thumb to watch as his beautiful eyebrows twist in emotion moaning your name. eventually when he started to slow down or when the strokes got sloppy giving you more time in between you found your tongue falling in tune with the space right after the head of his dick running strong lines against the curves until hot liquid filled your mouth.

now because your boyfriend was a sick bastard he still got in another few solid strokes even knowing your mouth was filled with his cum looking down in his stupid cowboy hat at you lovingly as you choke. finally, when you could catch your breath and be able to wipe away the leftovers on your face did you get to be petty, "fuck you".

"watch your mouth little missy before I show you what i can do with the rest of your pretty holes in some handcuffs."

short but its legit first smut i’ve ever written u can tell me it’s bad i’m a big girl LMAO

#lance stroll imagine #lance stroll smut #smut #f1 one shots #f1 smut #f1 fic #f1 blurb #f1 drabble #f1 x you #formula one imagine #f1 oneshot #f1 one shot #f1 x oc #driver x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x reader

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iconocon · 2 years

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appreciate the tag 🖤

currently reading- lovely bones by alice sebold (a beautiful book and movie huge trigger warnings but one of my faves)

favorite color- dark purple!

last song- no air by jordin sparks (i have no shame in my guilty pleasure songs)

last movie- HALLOWEENTOWN

sweet/spicy/savory- sweet fs

currently working on- a lance stroll sister best friend imagine very tropey im halfway done so look out for it <3

tags: i think all my mutuals are tagged but i might come back later and add

Tag Nine People You Want To Know Better

Thank you for tagging me @powerofelvis 🖤

Currently reading: I’m re-reading Cassavetes on Cassavetes

Favorite color: I’ve been really into muted blue and purple tones recently, I guess that just goes with the season change

Last song: Born to Run - Bruce Springsteen

Last movie: Plein soleil

Sweet/spicy/savory: Savory

Currently working on: Writing, re-organizing my bookshelf, and making itineraries for the next few trips I’m going on

I tag @emmymaehereeeeee @ninebluehearts @asshlyyyy @holy-minseok @crash-and-cure @cheesy-cryptid @eliseinmemphis @mpmarypoppins @mesbouquins

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iconocon · 2 years

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coffee stains | leclerc

summary: a beautiful stranger spills coffee on you

warnings: mostly fluff, cursing

type: oneshot | wordcount 1.7k | ✧ fluff

anybody that has ever been to the airport and has come out of it saying it was a relaxing experience had to be the biggest liar in the world or maybe had to be just plain lucky because everything that could’ve gone wrong for you this morning had. from not being able to find your passport to not being able to find your car keys, to even the worst of all being now, standing in the security line as your bag sets off every censor possible. to be fair you probably would’ve been more put together if it was a trip you had even wanted to go on and not a trip to go meet your brother's new “love of his life”. the quotes surrounding that were very necessary as It was almost clockwork for him to marry some random gold digger then have some big wedding and even divorce a year or two later because he wanted kids while they just wanted him for his money. each year you wish to be the last but instead the visit got sadder and sadder especially when you would try to talk him out of it and ask him to just come back to america with you to settle down instead of making you fly to monaco just to see him.

“ma’am you can’t keep this.” snapping out of your daze you're brought back to the security guy holding up a random bottle of perfume you didn’t even realize was in there, to begin with yet somehow the fact it took them 20 minutes to dig through your bag to find it made the anger in you grow.

“that’s all?” you didn’t wanna be rude because after all he was just doing his job but come on man, shaking your head you grab your bag back shoving maybe a little too aggressively all of the stuff that was ripped out of it back in before haphazardly zipping it back closed to finally make your way to your gate. the big LED screen above your head that had colored arrows and jumbles of letters/numbers showed the time brightly in the center of it all.

6:55am

boarding didn’t start till at least 7:30 so in the grand scheme of things you had plenty of time to maybe get coffee or even if you were lucky enough maybe even something to eat before sitting on the absurd 11-hour flight that with each step you seemed to be dreading more and more. following the same signs as earlier the smell of coffee hit you in the face before even getting the chance to see the barista at the counter in their bright green apron.

“hi, what can i get for you?”

“can i get a vanilla cold brew cold foam please?”

“size?”

“medium.”

after paying and a couple minutes later collecting what would be the only thing to keep you sane for a few hours you found the closest set of tables you could which also happened to be the furthest ones by other people needing the couple minutes of alone time to reset. hanging your backpack on the back of the chair and searching for your airpods in your hoodie pocket you are able to start to relax with both the music and coffee kicking in giving you some release. sip after sip the time passed as you people watched even playing a game of trying to guess where people were going based on what they were wearing for example the stressed-out guy in the oddly bright hawaiian shirt matched with an ugly bucket hat could only be going to hawaii, right? or the guy in the (uncomfortable looking) 3 piece suit that has done nothing but talk through the little black earpiece connected to ear like a lifeline only could be spending his time in new york. like everything else today that relief only lasted so long because the next thing you knew you heard the loud screeching sound of shoes rubbing against the tile along with a string of colorful curse words followed by freezing cold liquid hitting you square in the chest.

“what the FUCK?”

“oh my god no no no i'm so sorry”

completely frozen in your seat you didn’t even look up at the culprit only able to concentrate on the huge foamy mess that covered you from your neck down to your thighs as it continued to drip down spreading quickly. next thing you knew the 'coffee guy' was grabbing wads full of paper towels and trying to clean up the mess but instead of actually helping it ended up feeling like he was doing a better job of feeling you up than he was doing anything else. the scene did nothing but draw loads of attention to you both which didnt help make you feel any less embarrassed for something that wasn't even your fault.

“stop please- just stop”

grabbing the stranger's wrist you end up yanking the napkins out of his hand doing it yourself for a second before realizing it was no use and just taking the hoodie off altogether leaving you in nothing but a random white t-shirt that you found in a random corner of your closet this morning with an ugly pink font that said 'hottie'. great just great. finally getting a chance to look up at the guy you almost felt bad for yelling at him as he was way prettier than you even realized, the light coating of blush got even darker as you just stare at him with what you only could assume as a resting bitch face.

“i really didn’t mean to drop it on you just your backpack was in the way an-“

“wait you’re blaming me?”

“yes- well no- i just-“

“are you serious?”

“i-“

he was pretty but he definitely wasn’t pretty enough to drop coffee on you THEN blame you when he was the clumsy idiot who did it. grabbing all your things in a rush but also at the same time making time to grab the wet used napkins which you then shove into his own chest walking as fast as possible hoping to find the nearest bathroom.

“WAIT”

drowning out the pleas to stop you just kept continuing to walk away weaving in and out of the passing bodies coming at you until you reached the bathroom sinks to finally get an overview of the damage. fuck, you looked like a hot mess. there was coffee in your hair, on your jeans, and worst of all your hoodie was definitely ruined beyond saving, at this point you were better off throwing it out than waiting for it to dry on the plane.

LAST CALL FOR FLIGHT 1622 TO MONACO ONCE AGAIN THIS IS A LAST CALL

and that's when you started running as fast as your feet could carry you back to your gate just in time to make it before the flight attendant officially closed her line which speaking of she was in the middle of doing and you could tell from the look on her face she was not at all happy about. you wanted her to say something so bad just so you could get even the tiniest bit of emotions out from the already long morning you had yet luckily for her and you, she just scanned your ticket and let you go on your way.

22B

with one final sigh you could finally see your seat as you went through first class and then through the rows of economy seats towards the middle of the plane. in approaching the row you realize that the aisle seat was already occupied by a man with his black hood already up and around his ears so the only way to get by was to tap him on his shoulder.

"excuse m- no fucking way" none other than 'coffee guy' was staring you back in the face with his pretty blue eyes and a surprised look on his face as he just sat there looking like an idiot. "are you gonna- uh- move?"

"right right"

finally getting the memo he undoes his seatbelt and turns his body sideways trying to scoot out from between the packed seats to allow you to get in between him to sit. huffing you already knew it was gonna be a long awkward flight having to deal with him beside you for 11 hours.

"I'm charles by the way- and I'm sorry for the um" redoing your own seatbelt you watch as he sits down staring at the coffee stains that cover your jean-clad legs leaving brown splotches as far as you could see from this angle. "how can i make it up to you?"

you didn't want to be mean or be angry over it anymore you just wanted this to be over with and go back home as soon as possible where you could live your boring life until you had to do this trip again the following year. "really it's fine i promise i won't hold it against you for the whole 11 hours just maybe 10 of them”

trying to be at least a little sincere when you say it you actually give him a smile while cracking the joke which he does chuckle at which is a huge win in your book. from then on you and charles didn't stop talking for what felt like the whole plane ride even a few times getting whisper screamed at from nearby passengers as you talk through the night about any and everything. even at one point, you started falling asleep, and being the gentleman he was he offered you his shoulder as it "was the least he could do for ruining your day" to which you responded by telling him he also made it for you so all forgiven.

when the plane eventually touched down in monaco the stewardess came over and gave you both light taps reminding you to be ready for landing but in coming back from sleep land you both realize how you looked with his head resting on your own as you snuggled into his shoulder wrapped around his arm basically holding it hostage in your sleep.

"oh god im sorry"

"hey thats my line"

and we that it was time to deplane which ended with you both promising you wouldn't be strangers, especially in a small principality like monaco which in turn he offered to buy you another coffee this time in hopes of not spilling it all over you giving you his number and telling you to call whenever you're free this weekend.

maybe the coffee stains weren't so bad after all and maybe monaco could be somewhere you want to remember this time.

#charles x reader #charles leclerc x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc #f1 one shot #f1 x reader #f1 drabble #formula one x reader #f1 x you #📗#driver x reader

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ice bath | sainz

summary: tiktok thirst trap gone right?

warnings: slight smut? choking mentioned uh mc def got a praise kink somewhere in there

type: oneshot | wordcount 1.7k | ✦ smut? maybe?

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somehow you always found yourself in situations you could never explain like right now how you were currently being asked by one of the ferrari media managers to film the usual tik tok thirst trap for this upcoming grand prix. now, usually, your job consisted of following around charles or carlos as they did their media pen duties like a little puppy recording word for word what was said to bring back to maranello for the lawyers to have "just in case". lately, however, the team has been asking more of you, pulling you in for meetings, and making you work more with one specific driver than the other which if it wasn't the one you have been blushing over since you started working it wouldn't be as big as a problem but as usual luck was never on your side. on the quest to find that certain driver you find yourself searching all areas of the motorhome until you came across the very one you needed standing in the doorway of his driver's room wearing nothing but cherry red swimming trunks.

he looked good. well, he always looked good but right now it was hard to even think straight as your eyes soaked up the shirtless spanish driver's bronzed skin.

“sainz?”

“oi princesa i was just about to come for you”

if the nickname alone wasn’t enough to make your face break out into a deep blush then the words after it about seeking you out sure didn’t help this scenario.

“what did you want to film?” the deep chuckle that filled the whole room also didn’t help you in feeling confident in front of the older man instead it made you feel dumber than you already felt gawking at your sorta kinda boss as he clearly wanted to make fun of your stupid question.

“it's hielo time baby”

at that exact cue, almost like it was rehearsed two mechanics in red polos marked with prancing horses and black shorts came carrying huge bags of clumped-up ice cubes. without even a sound coming from your lips you felt them mold into an O shape as you watch the scene around you following behind the trio to the designated closed-off section behind the motorhome where there was nothing but a wall of tyres and one metal looking trough that you were almost sure would not fit you let alone would fit your counterpart carlos. once the ice was quite literally thrown in the already freezing cold water the mechanics left but not without one patting you on the shoulder making you realize how hard you’ve been staring at the fore mentioned driver's back muscles as he stretched out parts you didn’t even realize existed on a human body before right now. obviously, you've seen him shirtless before as it just so happened to be one of the perks of the job in your eyes (one very big one) but it was never just you two alone like this which made it all feel too much at the moment. so, in trying to compose yourself you searched for the designated iPhone in which you would film random clips and then give them to the media team so they could work their magic for the fans. upon finding it on one of the lone tire stacks, which a few seconds later was soon to be the same stack you found yourself leaning against you swipe up on the camera app taking a test photo of him as he was facing away from you so you could fix the lighting and make sure it was all framed to the best of your capabilities.

“ready?”

“born ready princesa” the countdown started and so did the recording as you watched the man before you take a deep breath dragging his leg above the metal edge and stepping in. almost immediately the groan that left his mouth was enough to make any professionalism leave your body making your eyes become glued to the little screen mounted in the phone. once settled to the temperature change the next leg was added and then soon he was waist deep in ice not only groaning but now also throwing his head back eyes closed cursing in his mother tongue words you think you could guess what they were.

was this a cruel joke?

was this a test?

because god you were failing and failing hard.

you didn’t even need the cold on your body to feel the goosebumps erupting over every inch of your skin. your mind was wandering as they followed beads of water concentrating as they dripped off his collarbones falling in line almost perfectly down his hard stomach. drinking in each movement the most beautiful version of a pained expression you have ever seen painted itself on his dark features causing you to fiddle once again with the settings trying to capture it. however, you knew even if you were the best videographer in the world you still wouldn’t be able to capture it, especially from this far away which actually gave you enough courage to push off the stack and move closer to the scene in front of you even the tiny steps still felt too close as you crouched down in front of the bath accidentally kicking the gravel in the process.

the sounds of your journey followed by the small dings created by the small stones suddenly made carlos become aware of you again, remembering that he wasn’t entirely alone and it felt like his dark chocolate brown eyes could literally see through your head to your own fantasy you had playing on repeat in there.

“it feels so good” his deepened voice still managed to catch you off guard even as you saw his lips work against each other to make the syllables of each letter not for a second missing the water droplets following down his neck and gathering around his adams apple.

“yeah?”

“wanna feel?”

“huh?”

the wet hand that once had a white knuckle grip on the rounded tub was now encircling your wrist pulling you closer to his until your knees were hitting the edge of the tub.

“sainz” he ignored you as he brought your hand in between the ice and water gathered around where his knees showed above the water not once did it feel like his eyes left your face even as his hand brought yours to rest against the skin on his thigh underneath the water.

“carlos”

sucking in what felt like all the air in the room you felt your own eyes go from your hand on the exposed skin from the pushed up bathing suit trunks to those eyes that were almost daring you to make the next move, the usual playful smirk making an appearance on his very wet pink lips which were getting harder and harder not to stare at.

"i see the way you look at me" you wanted to be embarrassed but how could you be? especially now? you were sure everyone in the paddock knew of your crush on the older spanish driver however you didn’t want him to know but right now it was all inevitable. you were trapped but it was obvious it wasn't against your will from the way your body was reacting.

“i don-“

“don’t lie to me” the tone was almost so demanding that you wanted to deny him but the minute you closed your eyes to catch yourself feeing his heavy cold palm fall flat against your cheek taking up the space from the edge of your jaw to the bottom of your eyelashes. leaning into the wet skin you let out a light groan as the tips of his fingers tensed in your skin sending water droplets to fall down your neck and into your own open-buttoned red polo.

“mírame princesa”

the thumb from your cheek traced itself down the outline of your cheek until it landed on your bottom lip pulling downwards at the sensitive skin until it couldn’t anymore making your eyes finally open meeting his for the first time since the proximity in the room changed along with the tension between the two of you. before you could even realize what was happening next you saw him sit up from a laying position just enough so he could grab your face now with both hands and pull your lips against his own. out of surprise the hand that was once just laying on his leg was now gripping his thigh leaving 5 very real fingernail marks on his once-tanned skin, it shocked you how slow the kiss was. it didn't feel real as his lips nudged yours making a sandwich of your bottom lip between his as he tilted his head to the right it felt almost like he was waiting for you to move first before he opened his mouth creating a seal against yours causing him to now slipping his tongue in right as you moaned his name. his left hand affectionately stroked your cheek as it migrated down to your neck grabbing a little harder than you think even he meant. in getting carried away at the moment it got even tighter as his thumb pressed into exposed veins which all but cause you to gasp for breath making your free hand flying up out of instinct wrapping around his wrist dropping the recording phone onto the ground in a loud crash.

“fuck”

once again the strangled sound of him cursing against your tongue was enough to make you cum right there he didn’t need to go further with it or touch you anywhere else but as your pointer finger reached what felt like the edge of his swim trunks you were met with the blaring sound of an iPhone alarm causing you to jump back from the now melted warm water which also, in turn, surprised him causing him to bite down on your bottom lip so when you pulled away it made bright red blood already rise to the surface of the bruised flesh.

“oh my god, oh NO, oh my god”

finally coming to the realization of what just happened as you laid sprawled out against the broken gravel floor only able to take in the blaring alarm and the look on his face you finally find it in you to gather your wits and are up and running away from the spanish driver before he could even stand up from his position without slipping.

what did you just do and what the fuck would have happened if you didn’t end it first? you were screwed so undeniably fucked.

life has been so fucking insanely crazy lately im so sorry i havent updated in so long but i saw an edit on tiktok of carlos in an ice bath and i just literally couldn't think of anything else so excuse the cobwebs/bad writing. i might even try to put the link to the edit below just so you guys can see it too (tags still aren't working but ive waited 2 days to post this so imma just do it idc

#f1 x you #f1 one shot #f1 fanfiction #f1 fanfic #f1 drabble #carlos sainz drabble #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 blurb #smut #📗#driver x reader

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iconocon · 2 years

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i NEED a part two of Permission, my heart hurts for reader, Pierre was so mean to her

i love your writing!

kisses from Brasil

i saved this sweet message just so i could post part 2 under it here you go thank you so much for all the love, especially from brasil that's so crazy to know people from around the world read what i write

understanding: part 2

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iconocon · 2 years

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understanding | gasly | 2

summary: understanding him was as hard as loving him

warnings: angst, cheating, swear words

type: oneshot | word count: 2k | ⚔︎ ANGST

part 1 : permission

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the more you sat on the hard tile floor it was as if the more confused you became, you couldn’t understand or even come to terms with just happened. the fact that he didn’t even give you a second look as he bent down to pick up his dropped keys or even the time he took to lock the door on his way out didn’t fucking make sense. he took the time to lock you in like he expected you to wait for him and sit pretty on his stupid fucking bed or even to ask him how his night was when he was the one who was abandoning you. leaving YOU. how was he so calm? didn’t he love you? didn’t he want to work this out? all this was making you more angry alone with all the questions swirling in your mind just didn’t add up as if what happened to the love in italy was a fluke or even the love from last summer where you were never more sure in your life that you give up everything to be with him.

there was no manual for how to love but you were sure what you were feeling at this moment was anything but love. you were heartbroken and sad and angry and you knew you didn’t deserve to feel this way. the ache in your chest matched the ache in your brain as you knew you couldn’t be in this suffocating apartment anymore grabbing everything you could find that was yours stuffing it into a backpack making sure to leave the things he bought you, hoodies, perfume, a necklace, all in a neat pile on his bed. through the house you found yourself doing the same fixing things you shouldn’t fix, even taking the time to put the plates from his dinner in the sink even as it made you sick to realize how complacent you have been in this relationship to still want to make sure things were nice for him when he returned. the last straw however was the string lights above the fireplace, the way they burned almost felt like they were mocking you symbolizing how far you have gone out of your way once again to just look like an idiot. the rage built up in you before you could even make it stop you didn’t even think enough to stop the fist that reached out for the white cord and yanking it loose from the walls. it all came crashing down in that second, the glass shattered, the tears fell from your face, and even the lights went out making the whole room another dark unhappy place for you.

leaving wasn’t the hardest part of that night, actually it was probably the easiest, the hardest was definitely when you opened instagram later that night and saw the story bubble on your boyfriend at a club with his best friend in the shirt you met him with now dancing with a beautiful blonde girl. he knew you saw it. you knew he saw you see it. it was all part of the game that you both started to play where you would get dressed up to go out and take videos/pictures/whatever would hurt the other person the most to make the other person realized what they missed. it felt like high school all over again yet you couldn’t make it stop. when asked at media events about you the french driver would just shrug, SHRUG. like he didn’t even have enough in him to make up the words or he couldn’t even find it in him to announce your breakup to the world making you once again look like the bad guy even when you were never the one to post the opposite sex in your comebacks. even in your breakup it seemed like a one sided affair as you constantly overthought every single little thing you saw on social media to the point you even deleted it all vanishing off every app to get rid of all validation you gave to your now ex boyfriend.

it was time to move on. it had been almost a month since your dramatic breakup and even though you did everything in your power to stay away from all things f1 or pierre you found him everywhere you went. he was on radio stations, he was in the newspapers, but you never expected to see him in person again.

imagine being forced to go on a date to some fancy restaurant in milan in some dumb tight red dress that showed off way more of you than you liked but for one night you decided to be someone else so there you were sitting across from someone you didn’t know drinking bitter wine when there he walked in. pierre never looked bad a day in his life you were sure of it and tonight there was no exception as your eyes drifting from the date in front of you to meeting those blue eyes you used to want to stare in for hours only making you sick. vowing not to meet his gaze the wine in your hand suddenly felt heavier than ever in your stomach as you found yourself throwing back whatever was left of the glass to the very last drop, laughing as your date comments on how keen you must be of it.

“so, what did you say you do again?”

“i’m an entrepreneur” boring, he was so boring what the fuck did that even mean?

“that sounds fun being your own boss and all”

“darling, being the boss is not fun”

this was one of the worst dates you have ever been on the hand on your own made your skin crawl. the fake ‘i’m better than you’ laugh followed by a stupid pet name didn’t at all make it better. however, the piercing eyes in the side of your head made you once again feel powerful playing up a flirty side of you to mean you didn’t at all care about; or a man you told yourself you no longer cared about. you were just as bad as he was in that moment as your high-heeled foot ran along the length of your dates calf almost giggling at the poor guys poor attempt to stop his eyes from drifting off your face to your breasts. showing him once and for all that the games were still on as they were never turned off

“excuse me” the french accent you heard felt as if it went straight through your ears and into your heart making the beats almost visble if you stared hard enough.

“what’s up man?” it was a pure movie moment as you watched your dates facial expressions as he stared at your ex boyfriend but your ex boyfriend did nothing but stare down at you. usually, this is a part you would skip if it was a movie that is because of how cringey it makes you feel. luckily enough for you though this was not a movie and you never got the chance to run away as you built up enough courage somewhere inside to finally meet his eyes.

“can we talk?”

“don’t have much to talk about do we”

“just 5 minutes. it’s all i’m asking.”

“pierre”

“wait you’re pierre gasly? bro what the fuck are you doing here? can i get your autograph?”

“i’m asking myself the same what are you doing here?”

once again his eyes never left you even as your date continued to fangirl over the famous driver that coincidently is the same that broke your heart. deciding against your best judgement you even found yourself wanting to hear what he has to say to even justify what happened in his apartment so rising from your seat without even a glance behind you quickly made your way to the hallway that connects the dining room to the bathrooms.

“talk and talk fast” the sigh that came out of your mouth was almost involuntary backing yourself up against the cream colored walls of the restaurant. with a little less than 3 inches between you and him it felt as if the walls were closing in on you even more so when he reached out for your hand.

“no”

“cherie you don’t understand”

“then make me understand pierre”

“i loved you i never stopped loving you” huh?

“what does that even mean? what are you saying?”

“you’re too good for me okay? you know that i knew that for fucking sake cherie charles told me everyday”

“what?”

“i was giving you an out.” he stepped closer and raised his hands slowly to another side of your shoulder like he was scared of your own response.

“what?”

“you’re too good to me i can’t give you what you need”

“wha-“

“if you say what again i will explode” speaking of exploding you felt like a shaken-up soda can as if every single atom in your body was about to blow its top. it still didn’t make sense you would’ve given up the world to make things right with him a month ago and now here he is with all the 'answers', it hurt. it hurt so bad to hear all these things that you could’ve fixed and once again it was your problem because you would’ve done anything for him but you didn’t know if you could keep doing that especially with someone who couldn’t talk to you until it was too late.

“I love you and it hasn’t been the same without you. it’s only you for me and I’m too selfish to let you go like this please cherie come back with me”

“pierre i-“

“please”

“you hurt me don’t you get that? how do i know you won’t do it again?” if the floor was to swallow you up in that moment you were almost sure you would thank the universe as you would rather be anywhere else but here. maybe that date wasn’t so bad?

“i thought i was doing you a favor i-“

“by leaving me? by posting on insta with girls? by-“

“i let it all get to my head, okay i know that now” he now moved even closer as 3 feet turned into 2 feet and now into 1 foot the cologne that wafted off his neck you were sure was the same one you bought him for your shared anniversary. “when you deleted your page and i no longer saw you i realized how bad i need you every day you make me a better man please i need you”

“i need time” you couldn’t think now not surrounded by him and all his glory. the smell of him, the feeling of him, the stupid way his hands felt on you absolutely in no way could you think of the best way to handle this. “give me some time”

“okay”

for the first time that night you found yourself reaching out for him, almost wincing as the pad of your thumb reached his trimmed jawline knowing you didn’t have any resolve left from the night which you helped prove the next second as you guided him downwards towards you pressing the tiniest ghost of a kiss to his bottom lip. if you and he never became what you were ever again you were finally able to say you were happy with how it ended even as you peeled yourself away from him and left. at that moment when you stepped outside in the fresh air, you finally understood your place in his fast-paced life even if it didn't make it any easier the clarity let you sleep easier that night than you had since that weekend in september.

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hi <3 hehe i did not read back at all so most def mistakes but how you enjoy it!

taglist: @primadonnasdream @ivegotparticulartaste @anathemaloren @ponyslayer (let me know if you ever wanna be in my taglist for the future)

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iconocon · 2 years

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when u get this u have to put 5 songs 🎵 u actually listen to, publicly. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)✨

- gridgirldrabbles

first of this is so sweet second of all my music taste is... anyway

white ferrari - frank ocean (written abt charles)

ghost of you - 5sos (angst- have a imagine i inspired it by)

count me out - kendrick lamar

conversations pt 1 - mac miller

need it - migos

love you bye

#📓#go read gridgirldrabbles #A FIC REC FROM ME

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iconocon · 2 years

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Hey, love the Monaco fic! I was wondering, will there be another part? Not to put pressure on you or anything, I’m just intrigued. 💜💜

-L💎

hello i appreciate all the love the series has gotten and i don’t wanna say i’ll never go back to that world but at this moment in time i have no plans for a part 5 but if you guys are interested i can always do a split chapter on if she stayed with charles or if she choose pierre but i truly could not choose + i suck at endings i’m an angst bitch at heart!!!

#📓#monaco series!#part 5??

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fireworks | ricciardo

summary: fourth of july firework madness

warnings: american dan

type: one shot | word count: 700 | ✧ FLUFF

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as an honorary american no one was more excited than your boyfriend daniel to spend the holiday in texas with you. when he told you he was finding the first flight back from the united kingdom just so he could be with you it made you laugh because only someone like him would take a holiday like this so seriously, not even most die hard americans really celebrated the day other than to take the opportunity to get drunk or take a day off work. spotting him from a crowded texan airport was all too easy as he was already following the dress code of a big black cowboy hat and university of texas burnt orange hoodie that you can only assume he stole from your closet. from the minute he stepped foot in your eye line he couldn’t stop spewing everything he was looking forward to doing tonight out of his mouth.

“so you’re gonna cook that amazing steak the way you do, and then we are going to play with sparklers, and then i’m going to set off these fireworks” his eyes all but twinkled as he remembered the fireworks stopping in the middle of the parking lot to grab your shoulders as he looked down at you. “babe you have to see these fireworks i bought.”

“you will not set off fireworks you know the rules”

“bu-“

“no daniel me and michael agreed after last year that you cannot set them off anymore”

“you think i can’t drive with nine fingers?”

“get in the car daniel”

“even my own girlfriend doesn’t believe in me anymore first mclaren now you it’s low baby”

the drive home was just the same as he continued to be dramatic about the rule you imposed even when you both knew that you would let him do it anyway because whatever made him happy ultimately made you happy too. making a b-line to the backyard he disappeared the moment you stopped the car leaving you to bring his suitcase into the house which you would definitely make him pay for later.

stopping in the kitchen after doing a once over of the house you grab everything needed to make him his dream american bbq dinner that he had been frothing over for days now. steak, corn, ribs, every texans dream reminding you of your own childhood growing up here doing things like this with your own family.

when dinner was done and cleared and the sun finally went down you eventually allowed your big child of a boyfriend to go get whatever he was planning. “daniel joseph ricciardo”

“full government eh?”

“that thing is fucking huge.”

“you act like you’ve never seen it before baby”

the dirty joke did not go over your head as you rolled you eyes but still remained concerned at the brightly colored package in his hand labeled ‘THE RED WHITE AND BLUE DEVIL’. this was the year. this year you were gonna have to explain to zak brown why you were sending daniel to the red bull ring with only one hand and missing fingers. somehow he reassured you enough or more like maybe he distracted you with enough kisses that you let him go running into the wide-open backyard looking like a kid in the candy store. when you couldn’t see him anymore in the starry sky you listened and waited before an aussie countdown came out of nowhere.

“DANIEL COME ON”

“you can’t rush beauty baby”

next thing you knew a huge sizzle was heard from the field following a giggling ricciardo running towards you as a red spark zoomed in the sky. the pace of his body could not follow his feet as he all but tripped, slamming you both to the ground as squeals coming out of you both mixed with the sounds of explosions both of you relaxing/settling in amongst the grass as each explosion hit the skyline. feeling the gaze of those huge chocolate eyes attached to the man you were all but obsessed with you found yourself also turning your eyes to the even prettier sight of the man in front of you hoping to have moments like these forever.

“happy fourth beautiful”

“happy fourth cowboy”

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happy 4th babies american or not we can all enjoy some daniel!!

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 drabble #f1 fanfic #formula one x reader #f1 one shot #f1 x oc #driver x reader #f1 x you #📗#daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x reader #ricciardo

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iconocon · 2 years

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About the Monaco fic, I’m really torn between Charles and Pierre but please give the fic a happy ending, my heart couldnt handle anything else 😭🧡

annnnd here you go ive changed the ending about 6 times im still sure i hate it but i had to give something lol

part 4 to the monaco series

#monaco series!#part 4 #📓

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future of monaco | leclerc | 4

summary: choices are never easy are they?

warnings: uh cheating? but really a whole lot of angst

word count: 2k | ⚔︎ ANGST

part 1 part 2 part 3

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and with that, he was off out the door rushing while carrying a million things but somehow once again forgetting his phone on the nightstand. hoping to catch him before he was too far gone you too rush out the room but in opening the door you're reminded of what you tried so hard to forget arm raised about to knock on the very door you now clung to trying to hide behind its frame.

"charles, hi"

"we need to talk"

fuck. you were fucked.

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“I-“ he could tell you were hesitating if not by the sound of your voice then almost definitely by your body language. of course, you were never that lucky because as you leaned into the door as if you were about to close it he obviously was not going to let that happen. one perfectly presented black and white chuck taylors was now placed on the threshold of the hotel room paired with a ringed hand holding onto the door frame. you had two options; harm probably insured multi-billion dollar body parts OR let him in so against your own judgment but probably in the judgment of your lawyers you allow him in. “can we um make this quick”

the surprise on his face did not help the way your heart raced as your oldest friend now walked passed you towards the bed before he started his pleading. “rose you have to, believe me, I never wanted to hurt you”

“but you did”

“I know I did and i’m sorry I did it was a bad race and a bad day and I took it out on you”

those stupid blue eyes were beaming right into every inch of resolve that you built up in the space of your getaway with pierre. you couldn’t look at him. if anything you looked anywhere but his body and it made you feel so small when in reality you had all the power in the room. even if you couldn’t look at him that still didn’t stop you from soaking in every word that came out of his mouth even with his ramblings and frantic hands.

“i had to find out from instagram where my best friend was do you know how weird that was?” and it continued as if he couldn’t find the off button. “in milan she was in fucking milan in a bikini, in a pool, with my other best friend I mean really rose pierre?”

there it was again, the judgment. never once have you judged him for all the skimpy beautiful women he would meet at bars and take home. never once did you tell him he couldn’t do something because it would hurt your feelings, yet here he was throwing it all in your face like it wasn’t his fault in the first place. “what’s wrong with pierre?”

“nothings wrong with pierre but there’s something wrong with you AND pierre” there was the jealousy again something he had absolutely no right in, especially with how he has treated you pushing you to the side until he’s drunk calling you at odd hours in the morning telling you he loves you. charles didn’t know how to love you, he didn’t understand where the boundaries started and ended when it came to you. most of that was your fault because you gave him free rein over you for 20 odd years but now you needed to take that back as none of this was fair not to you or him or even his girlfriend.

“p has been nothing but nice to me”

“p?” the scoff that followed behind also wasn’t lost to your ears. “of course he’s been nice to you we both know how he is”

“what do you mean?”

“he’s always been following you around i mean come on don’t be blind.”

was that true? had pierre always had a thing for you and once again you were too blinded by the wrong one. thinking back to children or even teenagers it made your heartburn that you couldn’t even think of moments past the important ones with this stranger in front of you. he was where all your first were and now you were beginning to realize what everyone meant when they said how unhealthy that was for you.

the fingers brushing the hair out of your eyes sobered up all the thoughts of him as you finally made eye contact. “I meant what I said on the phone” the slurring of I love you rose rang as the distant memory came back. he felt so real, the hand on your face felt so real, but the way he was acting felt like a daydream as if he wasn’t actually here confessing his feelings for you in real-time. “rose, let me make it up to you.” like he was scared you would run out the door and never come back again he made slow movements until his feet now stood ok either side of yours while his hand moved further back into your hair. you knew what he was doing, you knew what was gonna happen next you would be stupid if you didn’t and maybe parts of you wanted it to happen because even as his eyes drifted towards your lips you didn’t move away.

the leaning in felt like slow motion. the feeling of his warm minty breath fanning to mix with yours felt like slow motion. even the feeling of his fingers gripping the back of your head to pull you into him felt slow motion. the kiss, however, was anything but slow motion, the minute you two met all thoughts were gone and you were back to reality gripping onto the front of his hoeodie. even as your back hit the wall you didn’t dare part to even breathe because you knew the minute you actually thought about what you were doing you would start beating yourself up again. you were lost in him, the hand that dug into your sides begging you to jump into his awaiting arms didn't even seem to phase you as you obliged now pinned against the wall.

"rose-" this time it was you who didn't let him finish as you took the opportunity to burn this memory in every inch of his skin you could hold. rolling your hips against his fabric-clad center should've told you that you went too far but the moan that came out of the pair of you made you never want this to end.

the scornful laugh that filled the hotel room at that moment confused your lustful brain as you started taking in the reality of the situation in front of you. here you were pinned against the wall by charles as pierre all sweaty, and now obviously angry but laughing (?) walked into his hotel room.

"wow don't let me interrupt you two" how you kept finding yourself in these situations you would never fucking know. pushing charles as far away from you as possible you now stood in the middle of the hallway awkwardly watching pierre like a hawk as he walked by you two and now to the bed where he drops his things than himself before looking at you. “no continue come on”

not trusting your own voice you listen as charles responds, “come on man”

“i wanna hear from her, not you”

“don’t do that”

“i can't ask her how it feels to have both of us on her lips?” the smile on his face was wide almost like he was enjoying this, you knew pierre was petty and usually you also loved that side of him but here it was biting you in the ass. “c’mon cherie who’s the better kisser tell us”

you couldn’t handle this. you could barely handle the both of them alone and now here they were cock fighting over you taking up all the air in the room.

“talk to me colombe”

“pierre shut up rose come with me”

“she’s not fucking leaving”

the sound of you struggling to catch your breath you could only assume stopped both of them in their bickering tracks as they watched the color drain from your face.

“i can’t do this” before ethier one could grab you from the hallway you were gone. running and running and running. down the hallway, through the stairwell, it felt like forever until you saw the exit door to the outside. you wish you could say you stopped there but you kept going for blocks not even paying attention to the empty roads you were crossing until you saw what you were looking for. the sand humbled you as your running feet got stuck in the earth finally catching your breath as you inhaled nothing but the salty air. how did you get in this situation a month ago you were sitting in your apartment on the phone with your friends still denying your feelings for anyone and now you kissed the two men that literally built you into the person you were today.

even as the air got colder and the wind got harsher you sat on the sand with your head between your knees running your fingers in the sand, sometimes drawing dumb pictures other times messing up what you already drew. you wish you even had a choice to make because maybe that would make this easier. it wasn’t picking between them it was picking which one you couldn’t be without and you would rather have neither than go down that road.

the shouting of your name wasn’t what reached your ears first instead the sight of bright red and navy blue mixed together barreled into your eyesight. the both of them struggling against the sand running wildly towards you had to be some type of comedy act as the one in red was clumsily catching up to the wide strides of his counterpart.

“colombe” “rose”

it was mind-numbing, after every scenario you played through you did not imagine BOTH of them working together to find you. you knew eventually one would as the beach has always been your place. a place where you would sit for hours to even make the simplest decisions. even though you didn’t answer them they still understood what you needed each taking a seat beside you in the sand to stare out to where the moon met the sea.

“I can’t lose you”

even without naming who you were talking to your respective counterparts knew you meant them both and all you could do is hope they wouldn’t give you the ultimatum you’ve been dreading.

“rose im sorry”

“yeah charles is sorry”

“pierre”

when you finally looked over unamused at him and his dumb joke the huge cheshire grin that took up his whole face broke you into a fit of exhaustive laughter to the point that yours was still louder than the ones that joined you. finally giving into the sand you stretch out sighing as you become one with it now looking up at the stars not missing a beat as the three of you bunched together to the point that you couldn’t tell who’s hair was who’s, foreheads touching as you stargazed like you did when you were all kids camping. watching on you didn't miss the gasp or point from charles as a shooting star crossed from east of the sky to the west as you closed your eyes now wishing for monaco to forgive you for the mess you made.

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mistakes? yes ill come back and fix but IM SORRY I hoped you liked this ending I wanted to at least give a somewhat happy ending as i didn't think charles or pierre would get justice from anything else but i appreciate all the love and support on the series as it was just originally one part thank you!

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reminders of monaco | leclerc | 3

summary: what's more important your past or your future.

warnings: swearing, fluffy pierre, sexual themes

word count: 2k | ⚔︎ ANGST

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no matter how hard you tried to slow down time the next morning came faster than you ever hoped. even when you choose to ignore the sun kissing your exposed skin, the heavy weight of the arm wrapped around your waist reminded you of the events of last night. you were sure that even with every word in the dictionary you couldn't explain each thought that was racing through your mind or even the emotions that came with them. I mean how do you explain going from fighting with the childhood love of your life to sleeping with your shared lifelong best friend all in less than 24 hours? what did this even mean for you? you had so many questions and as always not enough answers or explanations.

you did learn one thing though throughout this experience and that was being with pierre was completely different than you ever would’ve expected, It was so easy to be with him. pierre was attentive, he was so fucking attentive, it’s like he knew exactly what you needed making each kiss or touch about you. he was rough, when everyone around you walked on eggshells like you were gonna break at the moment notice almost as like they felt bad for you. but he never did and maybe you didn’t see that until last night but he has always been real with you (even if it ended up hurting your feelings) telling you how pathetic you looked, or how you deserved someone that looked at you like you looked at them. above it all one thought kept coming back to you ruining all your resolve about the new situation, he wasn’t charles. no matter how hard you tried pierre would never be your charles, not the one you fought with in that dumb ferrari motorhome but the stupid bowlcut charles that talked funny but knew how to make you laugh.

the soft movements of the hand migrating from around your hip to fingers being splayed out around your stomach brought you back down to earth remembering where you are and who you’re with.

“colobmbe”

the raspy morning voice was enough to have you turning your body to meet the closed eye sleepy face of the man you shared the bed with. god he looked so good. to be fair he always did but something about him right now especially after coming to your rescue made it all feel a lot more domestic. finding his face with your free arm you find your fingers drifting over his jawline and then to his cheekbones before settling themselves upon his lips tracing the bigger bottom one as it widens by your touch.

“pierre i think we sh-“

“you think too much” his response was once again enough to shut you up because he was right. you were happy right now, happier than you’ve been in months- maybe even years and still you couldn’t let yourself enjoy it without thinking of other people.

“but i’m scared” that was enough to wake him from whatever trance he was in as he finally opened his eyes to stare you down like he was reading your every emotion trying to understand them before you even knew what they were.

“scared of me?”

“no- well yes?” as soon as the words came out of your mouth it was like your flesh burned him causing him to be pulled away from you inch by inch, his face, his hands, and any combined body parts making you panic.

“not like that please" taking a deep breath you continue your plead to make him listen "I'm scared of losing you, I'm scared of losing him, you are all I have.” you didn’t wanna cry again. you were so tired of crying. the warm hands came back but this time they caressed your cheeks forcing you to look into his.

“if there’s one thing ma colobmbe you never have to worry about it’s losing me”

those were the last words spoken as you both laid under the italian sun sometimes kissing other times holding onto whatever limb was closest to you at that given time. you had nowhere to go and he didn’t want to go anywhere else.

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that first night turned into days of a routine you would wake up together, cook together, he would do some work on the sim and then it would be repeated again the next day. you knew that it wouldn’t last long that even if you wanted to hide in pierre’s arms forever that it wasn’t realistic. you were a grown woman and with that no longer came the option of hiding from your problems, he had to go back to racing and you eventually back to monaco but as the days got closer you got more worried that you couldn’t fix your relationship with charles. or that you would even up ruining the one you built here with pierre. the love you felt with charles you knew you didn’t have with pierre but the love you had with pierre you knew charles couldn’t ever touch. it was maddening because there was no comparison you wanted both forever but again that wasn’t fair to anyone.

tomorrow was the 6th of june and also the day you had to make the choice of what was next for you. do you continue off to baku or do you keep running? now you knew by now that he knew where you were especially with your new roommates awful habit of instagramming every second of his life. also, you had promised you would give your answer by dinner so flights could be arranged but now sitting here with your head banging itself against the marble countertops you prayed for more time. the string of french curse words from the spare room reminded you of your own task as you stirred the dinner weighing out the pros and cons.

pros:

seeing charles

being with pierre

cons:

seeing charles

the media

you didn’t know what you and pierre were to even defend yourself

“ouch, what did the pasta do to you cherie” looking down you realize how you were basically chopping the almost finished pasta as it boiled in the pot making you blush a bright red before shutting off the stove. as you plate the dinner in respective bowls along with silverware you’re reminded once again why you enjoy being with pierre so much. admiring as he pours you both drinks before holding out your chair for you waiting for you to join him at the table. a kiss even finds itself against your temple as your pushed in closer to the tabletop once everything is passed leaving a familiar comfortable silence that blankets the room.

“pyry wants to know if you're coming or not” the sigh that comes from your lips is not mistaken from either party as you halt the forkful of food from touching your lips.

“do you want me to?”

“is that a joke?” there was another difference while he always pushed you away and didn’t want you around it was different here. you were wanted here, you were valued here.

“i’ll be there” wanting him to know you mean it you find yourself reaching out for his hand running your fingers over his knuckles as you repeat yourself. “i’ll be there for you okay”

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from the apartment to the plane to the hotel you were a nervous wreck. you LOOKED like a nervous wreck that even the flight attendant asked if you were a first-time flyer and needed a puke bag. now you did take the puke bag but you definitely were not the first-time flyer but you were nervous because you knew that whatever would happen in baku would be life-altering. as usual, pierre was a dream he held your hand and gave you his own headphones because in your stupid rushed packing you left yours somewhere between monaco and milan. by the time you finally made it into the shared hotel room, you finally felt like you could breathe knowing you didn't have to face anyone else for the rest of the day.

"are you gonna be able to live without me for a few hours?" of course the only normal response to that was rolling your eyes. "yes, p I'm sure I can find something to do with myself while you are gone."

while you continue to unpack your bag you settle onto the bed eyeing as he paces around the room to collect his gym essentials to meet with pyry. his phone on the nightstand plugged in seemed to be the last item on the list as he made his way to be around you. kicking your feet apart he moves to stand between them before placing his hand under your chin to make you look up at him.

"pierre?"

"bébé" the strokes of his thumb against your now clenched jaw was enough to make your heart flutter against your ribcage. "Tu es la plus belle femme qu'il m'ait été donné de voir"

god, how could you not have seen him after all these years you could've been so deeply in love with a person who actually loved you back. you felt stupid so fucking stupid for not seeing it before all the things he did for you, all the things he said to you. wrapping your own hand around his wrist you find yourself pressing your lips to the pad of his thumb looking up at him through your eyelashes almost begging him to miss his training session so you could show him just thankful you were of each second with him.

you were not lucky though, as soon as your mouth opened to relay your thoughts the phone on the nightstand blares snapping you both out of your moment. without moving from his stance he answers it putting it on speaker immediately after hearing the frustrating sounds of pyry yelling at him through the other side asking what is taking him too long. getting off the phone quickly he reassures the man on the other side before hanging up and leaning in to give you what you would consider the softest kiss in the world.

"be good while I'm gone?"

"you know I can't promise that"

"charles, hi"

"we need to talk"

fuck. you were fucked.

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i wanted at least one part that was filled with fluff but its def a filler chapter hopefully you guys still enjoy it however next should be the last and final part so be ready for that! dont mind the mistakes im begging.

translations

"Tu es la plus belle femme qu'il m'ait été donné de voir" - you're the most beautiful women to be seen (that i had to see) now my french friend gave me this translation so its on them pls

bébé - obviously baby

ma colombe - my dove/pigeon

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