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pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

warnings: hurting, brief mention of depression, toxicity, no happy ending

summary: blue is the color of waves, water and the ocean, and Max and you are both drowning.

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you are an ocean

a wild and wide ocean

and here i am

falling in

drowning in the depths

of who you really are

2023, late summer

You have not seen him in person for almost a year. You sit on a bench by the beach, where you have met in the best and worst times of your lives. The sand under is feet is softly crunching as he walks over to you. You know it is him by the way he walks. It is strange how the brain remembers, you think before he comes to a halt next to you. “Hey”, he says softly and sits down next to you. A couple of years ago he would have pulled you in a hug, a couple of months ago he would have pulled you in for a kiss. Today, he does neither. Above you, the sky is greyish blue, before you the ocean is dark blue. The sky is grey today - It is a stormy but beautiful day. Waves are crashing onto the shore; seagulls are squawking in the distance and neither of you says anything.

“It might rain later today”, you say, simply because you don’t know what else to say. He just nods. “How are you?”, you try again a few minutes later. “I am okay.” You shoot him a look and he lets out a dry chuckle. “No, really. I think I am truly okay this time. I am working on myself, who knows, in a few months I might even be more than okay.” You smile, and it is genuine. “I would love that for you”, you tell him, and you mean it. It hasn’t felt like this with him since quite some time, maybe, if you think about it, it never felt like that with him.

“How are you?” You sigh. “I think this is the first time I have felt like this in a long time.” “Like what?”, he asks you. “I cannot get over you, and to be honest, I don’t think I ever will. I don’t know if I want to at all. But, in the last months, for the first time since I have met you, I stopped missing your presence in my life.”

He swallows hard. “That is a good thing, I guess.” “For you at least”, he thinks to himself. “I love that for you”, he says, and he hopes he doesn’t sound as bitter as he feels. You just smile, so he thinks maybe you haven’t noticed. You sit there in silence; it is neither comfortable nor uncomfortable. It just exists, its everchanging, and all the same to him. His mind drifts to different times.

2015, summer

You are barely out of high school. It is the first summer after your graduation, you feel wild and free and happy. He is only barely older than you, not more than a year. You had met him at your graduation party, where he celebrated his younger sister. However, he didn’t pay much attention to her that day, rather talked to you the entire night. For him, it was love at the first sight, for you as well. He had asked for your number, and then for a date, and here you are.

Today, a slight wind is blowing, ruffling through your hair. It is summer, but the air is chilly and the sky not as blue as it is supposed be during these months. He cannot stop watching as you walk through the sand, your shoes in your hands and your hair all over the place. You turn around and look at him. He should feel caught, but he doesn’t. You watch him and under your gaze he shivers a bit. Then, you smile and his heart fills.

The sound of crashing waves fills the air, and for a moment you close your eyes. When you open them and look at him, you cannot help but notice the glimmer. His blue eyes are littered with little darker droplets, and they look like the waves in front of you. The two of you share a connection that feels magical, as if you've known each other for much longer than just a few weeks.

You walk over to a bench and sit down to watch the ocean. He feels like he is invincible, his life is better than good. He is an amazing race driver, the people call him a prodigy, and here he is, with a beautiful girl in his arms. His blue eyes stare at you while you look at the ocean, the waves slowly crashing onto the shore. He thinks he loves you. He doesn’t think he has ever felt this sure about something before.

2016, spring

Life is complicated, he is jet setting around the world, and you are studying at a university overseas. Your love is simple, though. Both of you are committed to make it work, and it does, somehow. Both of you are very young as well and your relationship is still new as well. But you want to see where it goes with the two of you. You talk almost every day, he sends you postcards from all around the world – you keep all of them in a box, they are your most prized possessions. You watch his races whenever you can, even though it means waking up in the middle of the night. He flies out to you whenever he can, you rarely visit him enough. He wants to protect you from the media, at least for now.

2016, early fall

“I cannot do this anymore!” you tell him. It is half a year later, and the honeymoon phase seems to be over. You never see him anymore, and when you see him, it doesn’t feel the same anymore. He is different now, more famous and people are drawn to him like a magnet. And he doesn’t tell them to stay away, even when he is with you. They draw him in just like he used to draw you in. He goes on so many parties, he changes, he is not the person you used to know.

The two of you fight more, and because you are still so very young, you don’t know how to communicate in your anger. You fight and you hurt each other, then you make up. It is draining, and you find yourself at the same point every other week. So, you decide to break up with him when you visit him the next time. And you do, and he doesn’t really say anything, he just listens and then lets you go. Your eyes beg him to keep you from going, to stop you from leaving, but he does neither and so you are leaving.

In between Christmas 2016 and the first days of 2017

The two of you are caught in a dangerous circle. Christmas is the time to reconcile and to forgive, so you text him “Merry Christmas” and it seems like he has waited for that opportunity. He asks how you are, and if you would be home for the vacation. You tell him that you are feeling okay, and that you are home. You tell him that you don’t think that meeting is a good idea. He does agree, in the end.

However, the city both of your families live in isn’t that big after all, so running into each other is almost inevitable. It is only half bad when both of you are Christmas shopping with your mothers. You exchange a few courtesies, some longing glances, and unsure smiles, and then you are off into different directions.

It is dangerous however, when the two of you meet on one of the dance floors of the clubs. There, alcohol is involved and your silent longing for each other crashes over you like waves whenever the two of you are drinking. Before you count to three, the two of you are making out in the bathroom of some club, consumed by love, hope, and desire. It happens more than once, and you feel terrible after every time. Yet you feel hopeful that you might be able to make it work, somehow.

By the end of the holidays, you need to go back abroad, and he needs to go back to racing, and you haven’t talked about what happened over the holidays. It might be better this way, but it kills a part of you. You know that he isn’t good for you, you know that this will end in a heartbreak, but you cannot stop thinking about him. He still texts every once in a while and you call him when you are drunk. He tells you that he loves you and you slur the same on the phone, but neither of you make the decision to get back together.

2017, spring

“I hope someday I will make it out of here”, you say and look at the ocean, “I hope one day I can forget everything I think I know about love, even if that means forgetting us, forgetting you.” The two of you are just about to begin the second decade of your life, you feel like you are on top of the world, like you can achieve everything. At the same time, a simple heartbreak feels like the end of the world. Or maybe it wasn’t a simple heartbreak, maybe this thing with Max was more.

It’s a warm spring day, you wear a light blue dress that gently moves with the wind. You look like an ethereal being, Max thinks, when you stand a few meters away from him, your lower calves are being caressed by the water. He wishes that was him touching you like that.

You make a promise that day you would stay away each other for good. No more late-night calls when you were drunk, no more texting, even if it just to ask how the other person is doing. You want to treat each other like one would treat an addiction – by going into cold withdrawal. Both of you know that it wasn’t going to be easy, but none of you would have thought that it was going to be this hard.

2018, early in the year

A year later you agreed that you belonged together. It was quiet confession whispered into the darkness of a hotel room somewhere on this planet, and it felt like the two of you were the only people in the whole wide world. You had gone back to one another, relapsing despite both knowing that it would possibly end in disaster. But right now, it doesn’t feel like a disaster, it feels like the beginning of something beautiful. Together you can conquer the world, together you will manage to cross every ocean.

Your skin shines almost blue under the fluorescent light of the big city, the sheets white and clean and innocent. You are asleep and he holds you close to his chest, and it feels like this will last forever. At least he hopes so, he really does. The cityscape outside the window twinkles with bright lights, casting a vibrant glow into the room as you sleep peacefully in his arms. He holds you gently, feeling the rise and fall of your breath against his chest. In this moment, time stands still, and he allows himself to bask in the sheer bliss of your presence.

As the morning sun begins to filter through the curtains, painting the room in a warm, golden hue, he watches you stir awake. Your eyes flutter open, and a soft smile graces your lips as you meet his gaze. His eyes seem bluer than ever before under the soft light of this cold morning. Amidst the chaos of tangled sheets and limbs, he whispers to you, reaffirming his commitment to you. He kisses you with all he has in the hopes that this is enough to keep you with him, for now at least.

2018, winter

You smile at him, tears shimmering in your eyes. They don’t fall yet; they just get caught in your eyelashes. You are once again trapped in the same cycle of fighting and making up once that has brought you to your knees before. On top of that, you are struggling with yourself and him being away all the time. Your cold fingers are wrapped around the to go cup of some coffee place. You take a deep, shaking breath.

“Some days I just hate myself so much, that it almost paralyses me”, you say, a pained expression written across your face. He pulls you against his chest, where you take another shaking breath before you start to cry quietly. “Don’t hate yourself”, he tells you, “You are better than everyone else.”

Your quiet cries turn into sobs at his words. When you free yourself out of his grasp, you look at him and he is scared by how empty your eyes are. “I feel so, so terribly that I have even fooled you to think more of me than I am truly.” He shakes his head. “Stop!”, he tries to tell you, but it is like he is talking to a wall. “I cannot lose you”, he begs and now you shake your head. “I am sorry, but I am no good for you like this. I am in pain, and I need to heal. I need to heal for myself and not by relying on you.”

He gets a bit angry now, you can feel it. “But that is what a relationship is for, to rely on each other and help each other as much as possible!” You scoff. “It should be, but how is that supposed to work, Max? You are never here!” “You know that is not a fair argument, I have no other choice! But you on the other hand, you could come with me all the time, if you weren’t so –“, he stops himself. You take a step back to get a bit of distance between you and him. “If I wasn’t so what, Max? Stubborn? Selfish?” He rolls his eyes. “Now you are just putting words into my mouth! I don’t know what I was going to say!”

You scoff again. “Do you think I am stupid?” “No, but I think that you are selfish because you don’t want to come with me even though you have the time! I think that you are picking a fight over nothing right now because you don’t like the way your life is right now! And I think that you are overreacting, and that you are not really feeling that terrible!” He is really angry now, his eyes cold and his cheeks red. Your expression is almost blank. “Are you done?” He nods. “Good, because we are done!” You turn around and leave.

2019, spring

You haven’t heard from him for a few months. From his Instagram you can tell that he is out partying a lot. It can mean that he is over you, or that he is drinking his sorrows away. You find that it doesn’t bother you as much as it used to. You have made new friends, and you found a job that makes you happy. You would claim to be over him, but you that would be a lie. You keep busy and occupy and don’t think about him as much anymore, what makes it all a bit easier.

Today, you arrive at home later than usual after an evening at the bar with your new colleagues. There is one of them you particularly like, he is really kind and even walked you home. You almost asked him to come up with him, but it is too early for that, you tell yourself. Closing the door to your apartment behind you, you take off your shoes when someone rings the doorbell.

You open, almost entirely sure it will be your colleague. When you look up, your gaze meets his blue eyes, and you almost close the door in his face. Only almost. He looks terrible, tired, and exhausted. “What do you want?” “Please,” he murmurs. “Please, let me love you.” His eyes search yours for any kind of answer, lips quivering. You don’t know what to say. He stands in front of your door and in all those years you have never seen him looking so lost.

“My life only makes sense when I am with you. When you are not there, I don’t know what to do with myself.” You let him and that night both while his wounds heal with every touch, every kiss you share, your wounds rip open with every caress and yet it feels exactly right.

2019, early summer

After that night you don’t talk to each other for a few months. One day, you run into each other at the market when you are out with your colleague, who is your boyfriend now. Max feels nauseous when he sees how happy you are with another man by your side. He wants to leave, but then you see him and like you want to rub your happiness into his face, you walk over to him. He plasters a fake smile onto his face and greets you.

“Max, meet John, my boyfriend!” John shakes his hand, seemingly excited. “Babe, you never told me that you knew the infamous Max Verstappen!” Max smiles again, it is crooked and doesn’t reach his eyes. “We used to date, actually!” You giggle, it is a bit shrill and so not like you, Max thinks. “That was a long time ago! Anyway, it was nice to see you again, Max!”

2019, fall

Neither of you know why, but the two of you get into contact again after that run-in. You tell each other about your lives and your struggles and confine in each other once again. You meet up for dinner occasionally, and you never tell John that you are meeting Max. You tell yourself it is because you don’t want to start an argument, but the truth is that you know that this is more than a simple dinner between friends.

Today is one of these days. John thinks you are out with your girlfriends, but you are sitting in the booth of some fancy restaurant. Until now, everything had gone smoothly. But now, you give Max a disappointed look. “What do you have against him?”, you sigh. Max had just made fun of John. He is silent for a minute, seemingly finding the right words. “He has everything I will never have”. You don’t have an answer for that, so you wipe your mouth with the blue napkin. Strangely enough, it has the same color as the dress you are wearing. Afterwards you fold it on your plate, neatly. “I think I have to go.”

“Yeah, of course”, he scoffs, “You always do that.” “Do what?” “You keep me close; you make me crawl back to you when you are alone. And then, when you have me at that spot, you find someone else to give your love to. And here I am once again, spilling my feelings to you, and you leave.” Now it’s your time to scoff. “This is the problem; you give me tiny pieces like this and call it spilling your feelings.” He stays silent. “You are just angry that I moved on before you did.” You get up and carelessly throw a few bills on the table. Then, you leave without another word.

He thinks that he has every right to be angry, because just a few months ago you had told that you had to find yourself before you anything else. But maybe you were just too kind to tell him that you had to find yourself without him. It doesn’t matter, he tells himself, when he knows that this is all that matters. What he doesn’t know is that you never truly moved on. You were with John because he distracted you from Max, and he made you feel like you were worthy of love. But all you wanted was for Max and you to be together again.

2019, summer

It is a warm summer night where he lives. The days are so long now that the sky doesn’t turn dark at night, rather it is colored in a deep shade of blue. The phone rings and disturbs the comfortable silence of his balcony. He puts his glass of wine down, and when he sees your name on the screen, his finger lingers above the “decline” button for a while. Then, he decides to pick up.

“Yes?” “I am sorry”, you slur, “I didn’t know who else to call.” He sighs. “You have a boyfriend, no?” He can hear that you take a shaky breath, and he knows that he has said the wrong thing. “He left me here by myself. I am alone and scared and I am sorry I called you, but I really didn’t know who else to call”, you say, and he can hear that you must be crying. “Where are you?”, he asks and gathers his things, “I will come and get you.” “Thank you”, you tell him, “Please drive safely.” He wants to hang up, but you say another sentence that makes him stop in his tracks for a second. “And Max? I might have a boyfriend, but he isn’t you. And he will never be you.”

When he finds you, you sit on a bench, bottle of water in your hand. The fresh air and the liquid have sobered you up. You look miserable, but he still thinks that you are beautiful in a strange sense. Your hair is pulled up into a messy bun and your sparkly blue dress clings to you. You carry your shoes in your hand when you get into the car. “Thank you”, you say, voice quiet. “Do you want me to take you to your place, or”, he takes a deep breath, “do you want to come to mine?” You don’t hesitate when you answer him, and it makes him regret the offer less. “Yours, if you really don’t mind.”

He does not mind, obviously. He could never mind you, really. You might broke his heart before, you might were going to do again, but he doesn’t care. He would do it all again for you, the heartbreak, the pain, if it meant another chance, another chapter written together with you. “About what I said before I hung up – “, you start, and he interrupts you. “No need to explain”, he says, “No hard feelings-“ “I mean it”, you say and his heart jumps in his chest. “You mean the world to me, Max. You always have and I think you always will.”

When you arrive at his place, you barely make it out of the car before his lips are on yours and you are once again drowning. He makes love to you that night for a long time, and afterwards you fall asleep in his arms. He tells you that he loves you, and you tell him that you love him. For one night, everything is okay and good. You both indulge in the notion of what is, what could have been, what might be. The next morning, you leave before he wakes up.

2019, fall

A few weeks later, he shows up at your door in the middle of the night. “I didn’t know what to do with myself, so I came here”, he says, and you let him into your apartment and into your arms without thinking twice. “I feel like I am drowning”, he tells you and you cannot help it, but your heart breaks a bit. “Everyone tells me I should be so happy, I am achieving what so few have achieved before me, but I couldn’t care less. All I want is to be worthy of your love, all I want is for you to love me. I want to be with you, I want to be what you deserve.” “Oh Max”, you say and rake your fingers through his hair. His head is resting in your lap, he holds onto you like you are his lifeline. “You are more than I will ever deserve.”

“And Max?”, you take a shaking breath, “You do not need to long for my love, you already have it all.” He sits up now, looking at you with his blue eyes. Currently, there is a storm of emotions present in them, and you want to look away, but his gaze holds you hostage. He gently leans forward and places a kiss to your slightly parted lips. Your body reacts on instinct, kissing him back, wrapping your arms around his neck.

2020, summer

You are happy, truly. Max and you are better together than you have ever been before. All is well and all is good. Being with him doesn’t hurt like it used to, it heals you. Both of you have become better people, better partners, you are both trying hard, and it works. Sometimes, people deserve a few more chances than just two, you think as you watch Max walking towards the water.

You are spending a calm weekend in a house by the beach. The ocean is blue, the sky is even bluer, not a single cloud is visible. You think of all the good memories you have made with him, and it seems like you never had bad phases. You know that is far from the truth, but right now it feels like all the pain and hurt was worth it, because it all worked out in the end.

Max disrupts your trail of thought when he sits down next to you. “Hello, my love”, he says, and you smile up to him. You sit up to take a better look at him, bathing in his present. “I found something down there by the water, wanna see?” You nod, and he pulls out a little box. You are confused for a moment, until he opens it, and a beautiful ring is inside. “Oh my god, Max!”, you breathe out. “When I saw you for the first time, it was like I was walking into the ocean. The water was only gently caressing up my calves, but I wanted to dive in further and further. That night you were wearing a blue dress and you drew me in like the tidal waves. Every day I spent with you, I am falling in love more and more. You are beautiful and strong and powerful like the ocean, and I want to spend my forever with you. Do you want to marry me?”

2021, summer

It has been almost a year since he had asked you to marry you. For the remainder of 2020 everything had been better than well, but around the New Year, the two of you seemed to have taken the wrong path once again. You fell back into old habits, you fought more. Now, it is summer once again and this time, he decides that he cannot do it anymore. He tells you that you have become too much for him, that you are drowning him and that he cannot take it anymore. You don’t argue, you are happy that it is over. You leave him and move away, somewhere closer to the ocean.

2021, winter

It is a cold day. He sits by the usual spot on the beach by the water, two cups of hot coffee in his hands. You walk up behind him, sitting down next to him. “I am sorry I am late”, you say and acknowledges your apology with a nod. He holds a cup in your direction, you reach for it with blue gloves covering your hands.

“You look tired, exhausted”, he notices, and you chuckle. “Because I am!”, you answer, and he cocks an eyebrow. “Because the last months were rough. Because getting over you was the hardest thing I ever had to do.” “It doesn’t have to be like that”, he says – it slips before he can stop himself. He knows saying that isn’t really fair, after all he had been the one to end it this time. You shake your head, and he can tell that you are annoyed.

“Coming here was a mistake”, you say, “We need to stay apart, we cannot keep coming back to each other!” He wants to protest, but he knows that you are right. “I am sorry I asked you to meet.” You nod, grab your back and get ready to leave. Before you make your way home, you pull out a little box out of your pocket. “I still need to give this back to you”, you say and hand him the ring and then you leave.

When you are gone, he feels empty and angry. He regrets breaking up with you every day, but he is too proud to admit that to you or anyone else. He loves you so much that some days it feels like it is killing him. But he cannot do anything about it. He is too proud and too stubborn to crawl back to you, and his rational mind knows that it would ultimately end in another heartbreak.

2023, late summer

Now, a couple of years later he almost says out loud that you should’ve really stayed away then. It would have spared both of you a lot of heartbreak. But it would have also robbed you of many great moments together, moments were he felt like life was perfect and that he would never find a love like this again. But then, he thinks that he will never find a love like this again regardless. You are all he ever wanted, and all he ever needed. He cannot explain while he simply wasn’t able to keep you with him, while the two of you kept on slipping away, only to find your way back to each other after some time.

He thinks that maybe the two of you are like the ocean and the beach and the tidal waves. You are pulled towards each other by a strong force, but you also seem to never be able to stay with each other. He catches himself thinking that he wants to turn back time, but to what moment exactly?

The danger that he would find myself in one of the bad moments is way too likely. He thinks that instead it is for the best that he just accepts that this is and should be a final goodbye. That doesn’t mean that he won´t think about you every single day for the rest of his life, he doesn’t mean that he will ever get over you, but it means that he is okay with losing you now. It is for the best for him, and for you. And all he ever wanted and all he ever will want, is the best for you, even though that might not always have been obvious.

2022, early summer

You decide to give each other one last chance and he is determined to make sure that neither of you will regret it this time. You are hopeful, you are certain that the two of you could make it work, especially after your last chance even included engagement. He gives you back the ring in the very first week after you decide to get back together, so you are once again engaged. He carries you on his hands, and you try everything to give your all for each other. He wants to make it work; he wants all the best for you. He treats you like a queen; he buys you present and supports you the best he can. He does everything in his power to make you happy and be the partner you deserve.

The end of 2022

It does work for a good while. But somehow, neither of you can abstain of some old habits. You know each other too well, and that makes hurting each other a lot easier. Too easy if you think about it. You know it shouldn’t be this easy to hurt each other, but maybe you finally need to see the truth for what it is: the two of you might be made for each other, but maybe that is why it didn’t work. Amidst the perfection, there is boredom and the longing for more, which neither of you can explain. But it makes you challenge the relationship and each other.

2023, late summer

“Promise me, that we will wait for each other”, you murmur in the crook of his neck when you are saying goodbye to each other. “I promise”, he says and gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead. You free yourself from the hug, but he feels like you have just freed yourself from him, from them. He knows this is goodbye, no matter how much he doesn’t want this to happen. It is better for him, he tells himself, but it doesn’t work. It is better for you; he tells himself and somehow that works. He knows he must let you go for good, so that you have the chance to find a life, a purpose, besides this.

You walk away through the sand and before you are gone forever, he has to say a few more words. “Wait for me, will you?” You turn around to look at him one last time. You smile, but he can see that you hold back a few tears. “As promised”, you say and nod. Then you turn away and leave. He is left behind, looking at the ocean. Violent waves are crashing onto the shore and that doesn’t reflect his feelings. He is sad, but he is at peace as well. He stays five minutes longer and then he leaves as well.

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Yellow

pairing: Mick Schumacher x reader

warnings: none really

summary: yellow is the color of sunflowers, sunshine, lemons, joy and happiness and of all the things Mick associates with you.

notes: the schumacher accident never happened in this one. feel free to leave comments and/or feedback. likes and reblogs are always appreciated! also, feel free to send in requests! this one shot is part of the "love in different colors" series. also, the poem in the beginning was written by me.

disclaimer: english is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes 😊

word count: 4.8k

Wildflowers

Need

Sun

Wildflowers

Need

Water

You

Are

Sun

Shining

The

Wildflowers

Your

Love

Their

Water

They

Are

Blooming

Rapidly

Growing

Fast

And

Beautiful

2007

He runs as fast as his little legs can carry him. It is summertime, and he is barefoot. He doesn’t need shoes where he is going, you live down the street from his home. He believes he hears his mother’s voice scolding him, but he does not care. He knows that she isn’t serious. He laughs and he hears his mother laughing before he runs through the little garden door and onto the sidewalk.

Only a couple more houses. He greets the neighbors, who only see his fair colored hair running by. They know exactly where he is off too. He comes to a halt in front of your house, which is a lot smaller than his. He looks at the beautiful yellow sunflowers growing in front of the property. He has to put his head back to admire the flower heads because the stems excel his little body. He catches his breath and skips onto the walk that leads to your front door. Jumping up the stairs, he is about to ring the bell when the door is ripped open, and you hurl your body at Mick.

Few minutes later you sit on the swings of the playground close by. “And we went to the beach almost every day, Mick! The sand was almost white, not yellow at all, like I always imagined. Mama bought me a yellow dress and it is so pretty, I must show you next time, I will wear it on the first day of school!” You always talk that much, and even more when you are excited like you are right now. Mick doesn’t mind. He can spend all day listen to you, every day.

Two weeks later, when school starts again, Mick picks you up to walk together. You walk out of the door; the sunflowers are still blooming, and you wear the yellow dress. And somehow this day changes everything for him, he just doesn’t know it yet. It is in this moment that Mick thinks for the first time that he might loves you. It is innocent, it is playful and still so very, very real. After school, when you are still wearing the yellow dress and he waits for you outside the school so that the two of you can walk together, he decides to be brave. When you skip down the stairs of the school building, he smiles at you, you smile back. One of your milk teeth is missing, but it makes your smile just more adorable.

Micks heart beats fast in his chest when your little hand grabs his. On the way home you stop by one of the many fields surrounding your hometown and he picks a yellow dandelion for you. “You know, one day I am going to marry you!”, he says, and you take the flower from his hand and put it behind your ear. “You better!”, you answer him and stand on your tippy toes to blow just the hint of a kiss on his cheek. Then you laugh loud and free and start to run towards home. Mick laughs and he follows you.

2013

Six years later, Mick is still your best friends. You don’t see each other than much anymore because he goes karting a lot now. He is on track almost every day. Sometimes you tag alone, sitting on the bleachers, doing your homework, and watching him racing by. Today is one of these days. It is late spring, the sunshine starts to warm up with every day passing, and you look forward to the summer, because Mick usually has more time then. It is too warm to go carting, and you would have his undivided attention once again. You wear a yellow sweatshirt, and you wave at Mick when he steps out of his cart.

He smiles, waves back and comes over to you. “Hey”, you greet him with a wide smile. “Hey back”, he says and sits down next to you. He pulls you in a short side hug. “You really missed something today at school”, you tell him, “Lukas asked Susanne to be his girlfriend!” “No way!”, Mick exclaims, more excited by your excitement. He doesn’t really care about what happens at school. Life is very different for the two of you nowadays, while you go to school, meet your friends after and on the weekends, he is always busy. Some days he doesn’t show up at school at all. You don’t like these days. School is better with your best friend.

You are just teenagers now, but it doesn’t feel like that. You still play with barbies, and Mick is too busy to go around in circles in a little car and adolescence hasn’t quite reached the two of you yet. Some of your friends start to date, if you can really call it that, but that is still a bit weird to you and Mick. For other people it is not, and they start to ask if you are a couple, and both of you always say no. Sometimes Mick wishes that you would say yes but that would mean that he would have to kiss you and he thinks that is gross.

“Mick? You are not listening!”, you accuse him. He utters a quite apology. “What were you thinking about?”, you ask, and he becomes bright red. He doesn’t know what to answer you, and he is grateful when his father waves the two of you over. You get up first, the conversation quickly forgotten when Michael tells the two of you that you would go and get ice cream.

You cheer, your arms wrapping around the neck of his father. Mick wishes that was him in that moment. You climb into the car and Mick gets in as well, and you are already talking again, this time telling Michael about your day at school. At the ice cream place, you get lemon ice cream in a cone, like always. It is your favorite; you always tell Mick that. Like he would ever forget. You happily hold your cone in your hand, your tongue licking up the yellow delicacy. Mick watches you closely and for a moment a thought comes to his mind. Maybe kissing wouldn’t be as gross if it was you and if you just ate lemon ice cream, because you would taste like lemons and his ears turn red just a tiny bit.

2016

You are as kind as summer, that much Mick knows. The sunshine that hits his face right now reminds him of the glow of your soul. He is really happy with his life right now, but he is even happier when he gets to spend time with you. He is excited for next year because he would finally start in Formula Three and it is a new chapter. The both of you are older now, proper teenagers now, awkward and shy and there is a little shift in your friendship. It is in lingering touches and testing the waters yet none of you makes the first step, because this friendship you have is worth more than anything else. Also, Mick is older now and he doesn’t think kissing is gross anymore. But he finds out that most of the time when he kisses a girl – which is rare, you know, since he is usually surrounded by boys – he thinks about lemon ice cream and how you would taste.

You still talk a lot, like you always used to do, and it is reassuring to Mick, because even though is life is fast and exciting, it shows him at some things stay the same. It is the comforting notion of consistency that he associates with you. Generally, you haven’t changed that much, Mick thinks as he observes you while you are talking. You are more grown now, obviously, but while his face breaks out with pimples every once in a while, yours seems to be graced by the absence of puberty acne. Or maybe he just never looked closely enough, so he decides to do that now. You shave your legs now; he realizes and for a moment he asks himself whether that is because of a boy. But, he tells himself, you would tell him if you have a crush on someone.

Then, on the other hand, he isn’t really there anymore. He makes an effort to see you though, he likes to tell himself. But mostly the two of you hang out these days when your parents meet up and you tag along. Just like today, when your father had cooked saffron risotto and you had lemon ice cream for dessert. The two of you sit on the old swings of a long-abandoned playground and sway back and forth just a bit. You look more beautiful now, Mick realizes as he continues to watch you, more grown-up. “You never really listen anymore!”, you complain, and he is ripped from his thought. “Even when you are here, you are never really here!”, you accuse before you get up and stomp through the grass and the dandelions towards the house. Micks wants to tell you that he wasn’t thinking about racing but that he was thinking about you, but he doesn’t know how to, so he rather doesn’t say anything. Instead, he walks back to the house as well and pays the tall sunflowers next to garden gate no attention.

2017

He hasn’t seen you for a while. He is just so busy with racing, that he rarely comes over anymore. It makes him sad. You still text, but it became rather occasionally. You have your friends in your hometown, you are settled in school. He doesn’t want to take that away from you by pushing his non-existing presence on you. Truth is, he misses you. He misses your friendship. You are still friends, obviously, and he knows that he can call you and you will pick up and listen to him no matter what. But you don’t call him for this kind of stuff anymore. You are not best friends anymore, friends more for the fact that you had grown up together rather than anything else.

But today he wants to change that. He wants to reconnect with you, breath life back into the relationship that is slowly fading away. He is back home for two or three weeks, so he decides to just go over to your house like he used to. Suddenly he feels like he is 6 or 8 or 12 again. He opens the familiar garden door and slips though. The sunflowers stand as tall as ever, but he doesn’t need to look up anymore. Your parents’ car is not there, so he assumes that you are home alone. He rings the doorbell, but nothing happens. No one comes, and he is about to leave, when he hears you calling from upstairs. “I will be right there!” He hears you run down the steps. And then you rip open the door. You wear a yellow summer dress, and your cheeks are flustered. “Mick!”, you exclaim, “What are you doing here?”

You seem happy to see him, but it is not like it used to be. You don’t move in for a hug, you don’t grin widely. A small smile graces your face. “Hey”, Mick scratches the back of his head, “I was back in town, so I wanted to check in and see how you are doing.” You are about to answer when you get interrupted by another person emerging from behind. “Oh hey, babe. Mick was just coming by to say hi”, you smile up to the guy standing behind you. An arm snakes around your waste. “Hey Mick, I am Felix. Y/n has told me a lot about you!”, he extends his hand and Mick takes it to shake it. “Do you want to come in? We have some freshly made lemonade”, you ask him, but he shakes his head.

He forces a wry grin on his face. “No, thank you. I just remember that I need to help my mum with something. But you two have a good day!” Felix waves him goodbye and disappears into the house. Mick turns around and when he is almost through the garden door, he hears you calling after him. “It was nice seeing you again, Mick.” He smiles at you, and this time it is sincere. “You, too.” He leaves your property and returns home.

He doesn’t know exactly why it pained him to see you with another guy. It was not like what you had was exclusive. If he was honest with himself, there was nothing between you at all. All he can think about is that you must taste like lemon when Felix kisses you because you made lemonade, and he finds that this isn’t really fair.

2019

It is a warm summer day, the sun shining. You cover your eyes with your hands, looking up into the sky. You smile. It is a beautiful day. You laugh when a finger pokes in your side. “Mick, stop!”, you laugh and stick your tongue out at the boy next to you. Both of you have found your way home for the summer break, and despite not having seen each other for a while, it feels just like 2008, 2012, 2015, all over again.

You didn’t really talk to each other for a few years when Mick was always away and busy and your lives were really different. You were teenagers, and it felt impossible to bring your different lives in harmony, so you separated paths for a while, both you doing your own thing. You outgrew your teenager years at some point, however. Mick still remembers the day you reached out to him again, a delicate try to revive a friendship that had been lost between the passing years. He was so happy when you called him that evening when he laid under the yellow light of just another hotel somewhere. The pillows were bright yellow, so bright they almost hurt his eyes. You call and he almost tells you. “I thought of you when I entered the room because the pillows are yellow and so are you to me”, but he doesn’t. He is just happy to hear your voice and he listens to you talking, and he spends hours on the phone with you.

Now, you are laying on the grass by the local lake. Dandelions sprouts, poking out in between the green patches of the meadow, and you want to stay here forever. You lay on your towel; you feel like you are surrounded by a yellow ocean of flowers. The skin of your arms tingles – you forgot to use sunscreen. Possibly you would have a little sunburn later, but you couldn’t care less. Micks’ blonde hair is almost golden in the sun, you are blinded when you look at it. You feel hot. You don’t know whether it is the sun or something else. You decide not to think about it for now.

The blonde boy next to you wears a yellow cap. “Yellow is not your color!”, you tease, and he mocks offense. Then he laughs and puts the cap on your head. You smile and stick your tongue out. “Yellow is very much your color, though!”, he says so casually the compliment almost escapes your grasp. Then you realize and a little blush forms on your cheeks. You turn away from him, embarrassed by the effect he has on you.

“Let’s go for a swim”, you say to change the topic and get up. You are wearing a white bathing suit that has sunflowers all over it. You take of the cap and throw it on your towel, where it almost disappears because your towel is yellow as well. For a moment you think about that, the fact that yellow seemed to have seeped into the relationship Mick and you have had for all these years.

Mick agrees, and you both make your way to the water. The coolness of the lake water is a welcome relief from the heat of the sun. You splash around, laughing and joking with each other, like nothing has changed since you were little kids. The years of barely talking are long forgotten. As you swim, you can't help but steal glances at Mick. He has always been handsome, but something about him has changed since the last time you saw him. Maybe it's the way he carries himself, or maybe it's just that you're seeing him in a new light now that you're older. After a while, you both swim back to shore and lay back down on your towels. You feel the warmth of the sun drying your skin and the coolness of the grass beneath you. You close your eyes and take a deep breath, enjoying the peaceful moment.

You must have fallen asleep, and you are awakened by something tickling you on your back. Slowly, you open your eyes. You spot Micks body next to you, and the close proximity makes your breath hitch in your throat for a moment. “Don’t move”, Mick whispers and you do as he says. When he is done with whatever he was doing, he grabs your yellow polaroid camera from besides you and stands up. You can hear the shutter click two times and then Mick sits down next to you. He wipes something off your back. His gentle touches give you goosebumps on your arms and leave you feeling warm inside your chest.

“All done”, he says a few seconds later and you sit up. Around you, you can spot the yellow dandelions laying on your towel. “What did you do?”, you ask with suspicion in your voice. “I created art!”, he says and holds on of the polaroid pictures in your peripheral vision. You can only steal a quick glance before he tugs it away under the cap, shielding from the sun and giving it time to develop. “Whatever you say!”, you say, and he looks at you intensely for a moment. It freaks you out a bit, so you stick out your tongue at him and he laughs. He turns away and looks over at the other side of the lake where a handful of people surround the little hut that sold ice cream and fries and everything you needed for a day by the lake. “Ice cream?”, he asks you and you nod. “Lemon?”, you nod again and want to get up, but he gently pushes you down on the towel. “My treat”, he says and before you can argue he gets up and disappears.

When Mick returns, he is already fighting for his dear life. The ice cream is melting and dripping everywhere, and you cannot help but chuckle a little bit. Mick throws you a playful glance and you lose it when his eyes cream falls, just beside his towel. “Shit!”, mutters Mick and sits down. He hands you the ice cream, looking a bit like a puppy. “We can share”, you offer and hold the cone out to him. He takes a big lick and both of you have to laugh.

2020

You arrive in Sakhir on a Wednesday and Mick personally picks you up at the airport. He is nervous, he doesn’t really know why, but he maybe because this race could be the one that decides about his championship. Or maybe he is nervous because he is picking you up and he again hasn’t seen you for a few months and he missed you so much.

You step out of the airport in sweatpants and a pale yellow shirt and Mick thinks you might be the most gorgeous person he has ever seen. You look confused, a bit lost, until you see him. Your face lights up and Micks heart drops when he realizes that you are so excited that you are running towards him. Before you reach him, you drop your suitcase and jump into his arms. He catches you; he holds you close, and he takes in your scent – you smell like lemons and sunflowers and happiness. You smell like yellow, and Mick cannot remember that he has ever smelled something more delicious before.

He lets go of you eventually and takes your suitcase and your backpack from you, whatever he can to help you out. He brings you to his rental car, which weirdly enough is an ugly yellow and he holds the door open for you. He drives you to the hotel while you excitedly tell him about your flight and what movies you watched and what your favorite song is at the moment. You also tell him stories he already heard because you call almost every day, but he doesn’t mind.

Sometimes, when he makes a comment or throws in a joke, you laugh and place a hand on his bicep he swears he melts like the lemon ice he shared with you last summer by the lake. You arrive by the hotel, and he again carries your stuff up to your shared room. It is big, bigger than any hotel room you had ever stayed in and the first thing you do is to step out onto the balcony into the warm sun and close your eyes. Mick joins you soon after, and as the sun is starting to go under, a golden husk is painting your face in a shining yellow. You look like the sun, Mick thinks, and you feel like he it too, he thinks when you look at him and smile.

A bit later, you meet with the Schumacher’s for dinner in a place close by. It is the perfect mix of a restaurant and a bar, looking almost like some American diner. You order burger and fries, and lemonade and Mick steals a sip. You complain, playfully and take a sip of his beer as retaliation. Life is good right now, it is happy and joyful and yellow, Mick thinks. His family knows you, and while you talk Mick cannot help himself but watch. The two of you sit so close, squeezed into the booth. Your hand lays next to your thighs, and Mick can almost touch it. He forgets about that fact for a moment when you talk to him, and he is pulled into a conversation about your childhood memories. He takes a sip from his beer and lets his hand fall on the bench. It touches yours for a second, and he doesn’t know what to do. Does he pull away? But then you link your pinky with his like some kind of promise and Mick leaves his hand there, tied to you by your pinkies and the longing in his heart.

You walk away with Gina next to you, over to the little stage to find the perfect karaoke song and Mick cannot help but watch after you. He is enchanted by you, and he wonders how you haven’t realized yet. When he finally tears his eyes away from you and that yellow summer dress, his parents grin at him. “So, what is going on between you and her?”, his father asks her, and Mick shakes his head. “She is still my best friend, dad. That’s never changed.” “Yes”, his mother says, “The only thing that changed are your feelings for her, am I right?” Mick doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t know what to say. He knows that his mother is right, but he doesn’t know what to say to his dad. He doesn’t know what, if there is anything between the two of you, but he hopes there is. He looks up and your eyes are on him, and you smile and for a moment he is almost sure that there is something and he breaks out in a silly smile. His parents exchange a look and intertwine their fingers with one another.

Mick wins Formula Two on a bright, sunny Sunday in Sakhir. But you outshine the sun on this day, he thinks. Your smile is so bright Mick is sure your cheeks will hurt by the hand of the day. His right ear hurts a bit because you yelled into it, but he doesn’t mind. Winning Formula Two feels even better than winning Formula Three, especially because you are there this time. The occasion calls for celebration, everyone knows that. The team somehow manages to find a location where all of you fit. They buy drinks and snacks, and it is not something professional, but Mick think it is perfect the way it is. It is perfect because you are here, and you are laughing, and dancing and Mick could just spend the entire night watching you.

He is the star of the show, of today, but he feels like that should be you. He has won because you have inspired him to do better every single day since 2019, if he is honest maybe since the day, he met you for the first time. He talks to his dad and his mum and some other people when he sees that you are leaving for the balcony of the venue, so he excuses himself. His mother and his father are exchanging a knowing glance but spare him with a comment. He makes his way through the crowd, needing longer than he anticipates because people stop him to congratulate him. Eventually, he is able to join you on the otherwise empty balcony.

He just watches your back for a moment, and how the yellow dress you are wearing once again is gently swaying in the wind. He wants to go and talk to you, but the view is too pretty to pass up on. “Are you just going to stand there and watch me like a creep, or are you going to come here and give me a hug?” He laughs, slight embarrassment peeking through in the sound. When he walks over to you, he doesn’t need to see your face to know the wide grin you are currently wearing on your lips. He steps closer you and wraps his arms around your hips from behind. It is different than the other hugs you have shared all your life, it is more intimate, more real somehow. His heart is beating fast in his chest, and he is almost sure that you can feel it.

You place your hand on his arms, relaxing against his chest, snuggling impossible closer. “Are you enjoying your party, my champion?”, you say, and your words give him goosebumps – the good kind. My champion. He never wants you to call him anything else again if he is being honest. “Hm”, he hums in agreement, chin resting on your shoulder, “Even more because you are here.” The words he speaks are not above a whisper, because he is a bit afraid to say them out loud. “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world, Mick. Since I first met you, I knew that you were destined for great things.”

Mick cannot help but laugh, and you turn around in his embrace. His arms are still around your waist, your arms are now behind his neck. He is close to you, has he ever been this close to you before? His laughter dies down, but he still grins from ear to ear. “I think the first time we met, we were like two years old, and you hit me on the head with a shovel.” You scoff, but Mick knows it is all playful. “I don’t remember that, but I am sure you deserved that”, you grin up at him, “Anyway, that feels like a lifetime ago.”

“Because it is”, Mick says and rubs gentle circles on the fabric above your hipbones, “But most of my best memories are with you. Like that summer last year? I don’t think I have ever felt better than during that time with you.” You smile up at him, and Mick feels like you are impossibly closer now. “Do you remember? When we were eight?”, you ask him, your voice barely above a whisper, “You gave me a dandelion and you said that you will marry me one day, and to be honest… I always hoped that you wouldn’t break that promise.” Mick smiles, and it is soft. He looks down into your eyes and you take his breath away. “One day, I will keep true to that promise”, he says.

He kisses you now, and as he does, he realizes something. Firstly, you really do taste like lemons. And like sunshine and happiness and much, much more. Secondly, he realizes that in a world of billions of people, a life full of thousands who he almost definitely hadn’t met yet, you were his one person, and he was going to make sure that counted for something.

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pairing: Charles Leclers x female!storeowner!reader

warnings: none really

request by @rebelwrites: Hey hun any chance I can request a fic for Charles Leclerc, so basically the reader is his girlfriend and just a normal girl who runs her own small business but is struggling to make ends meet and doesn’t tell anyone because she doesn’t want the world to know she’s struggling and doesn’t want to people to think she is using Charles. So, she ends up picking up a second job eg parcel delivering or something she can do as a self-employed person and she has little time to breathe let alone fly out to races ect and that’s when Charles realises something isn’t right with his girl so he does something to surprise her once the season is over because he hates seeing her so down and stressed

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disclaimer: english is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes 😊

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Monaco is a beautiful, beautiful country. You were born and raised in the colorful and busy streets of one of the richest places in the world. Your family definitely wasn’t poor, but you also didn’t play in the league that many other people living in Monaco reigned in. You are not a movie star, a singer, an actress or a star athlete. No, you are just you – and you mean that in a way to put yourself down. You are just unapologetically you, and you are really proud of that.

While most of your friends at the elite school you visited decided to study business or law or finance at some prestige university in Monaco or even overseas, you decided to turn your passion into your profession. While taking some evening online classes on how to open a business, you opened your own little store in one of Monaco’s busy vendor streets. The store combined your many crafting abilities. You offered the materials, but also the finished products. You crotched and sewed unique pieces of clothes and bags, as well as pillowcases, stuffed animals, and other items. Self-made jewelry and hand painted mugs are gracing the shelves of your little store. In one corner, different kinds of flowers are presented from which costumers could decide which flowers they wanted for the little bouquets you loved to make. In short, the store offered everything if one was on the lookout for a special and unique present.

This was also what brought the famous Charles Leclerc into your store. Looking for a present for his mother for Mother’s Day, he had walked into your store. You greeted him with a little paint stain on your cheek and a messy bun, yet he somehow fell head over heels for you. He adored how down to earth and hardworking you were. That day, he left with a present that made him his mother’s favorite child for a while, and your number in his phone.

He insisted to organize the first date and took you out for a fancy dinner. It was nice, to be part of Monaco’s high society for a night, even if it was just for a few hours. But it didn’t matter, because Charles made you feel like royalty, like you were special at any given moment. You didn’t need to be part of high society if you were with him because he treated you like you were a queen.

Of course, you knew who he was, as he was part of Monaco´s finest. For a while, you were afraid that the two of you wouldn’t work out, as your lives were so different, and you were afraid that you simple weren’t enough. But that changed when on your third date the two of you sat on the floor of your atelier for hours, painting on canvases and mugs and Charles not once was afraid of getting his hands dirty. He never did, actually. When he wasn’t away, he even came and helped you out at the store sometimes, standing behind the cashier and advising costumers. One time you came out of your atelier to find Charles gushing to some costumes about your crafts, and it left you with a very warm feeling in your chest.

However, it wasn’t always easy. While most of the other drivers had girlfriends that could made space in their schedules to fly out and visit, you barely could do that. The weekends were essential to your income and being gone from your business for more than two days wasn’t working for you. You still tried as much as possible, sometimes flying out for a day only to see him race on Sundays and fly back home immediately. It made you and Charles equally unhappy, but he understood and supported you, nonetheless. He couldn’t be prouder of you and your achievements that you worked hard for, more often than not working long and tiring hours. He knows that you are not like other wags - that you don’t have as much time to come and visit him at races. Sometimes he selfishly wishes that you had more time, but he knows that he would rip you away from the thing you love the most – your little store and your arts and crafts.

At the moment, it is especially hard. Charles is gone almost every weekend, sometimes not even coming home in between because he doesn’t have the time. You understand that, you really do. And you are also insanely busy right now. Still, it isn’t nice to only see your boyfriend for few days every three weeks. You make it work though, your love and commitment for one another as strong as ever. You call whenever you can, even though there is a time difference in most places where he currently races. Most nights, he is afraid to wake you up, but usually you are still up working, even when he calls in the middle of the night. It worries him, sometimes. But he knows that arguing doesn’t help with your stubbornness, so he usually just asks you to make sure that you stay healthy and get enough sleep. You nod, knowing that you certainly do not get enough sleep at the moment.

Times are hard for your business right now. You feel like just your store isn’t enough anymore, you need an online presence. It is inevitable in current times. You don’t have the money to hire someone, so you decide that it couldn’t be that hard to set up a website by yourself. Turns out, you are naïve, and sleep is overrated. After a week of hard and dedicated work you have managed to set up a website that lives up to your perfectionist standards. You are, after all, an artist. An Instagram account follows soon after. You refrain from following Charles, because you don’t want to appear like you use him for the cloud.

You sadly had to let go of your assistant just recently, as the owner of your building had increased rent. You would’ve looked for another place, but the location of the store was just too good to be given up. Furthermore, the fact that your apartment was located just above the store made many things easier for you. So, you had no real other choice than to suck it up and pay the much higher rent. Letting go of your assistant however meant that your workload increased drastically. You had to take orders over the phone, take care of the deliveries yourself. You still produced most of the stuff in your store yourself, but you had to order materials as well as some products that you offered but didn’t craft yourself. In short, it was a lot of work, and you felt increasingly stressed about it.

The good thing about all of it is that Charles is just as busy as you, which means he doesn’t realize how stressed out you actually are. He usually isn’t there much more than two or three days in between the races, and you can afford to close the store one of these days. The others, you work a little less, only 6-8 hours, not the 16 hours you normally have on your clock on a long day.

Today is an especially shitty day at work. You take a moment to catch your breath. Why on Earth did the elevator have to be out of order in this particular building with 15 stories? And why did your client wanted something delivered to the highest floor? You utter a short but very heartfelt “fuck” when you catch a glimpse of your own reflection. Quickly, you brush the strands of hair that stick to your slightly sweaty forehead out of the way, trying to look somewhat representable after all. You walk to the door of the apartment on the address and wonder for a moment, why everything looks so familiar in this building. You ring the doorbell and when the door is opened, you know why you recognize the building. A soft “oh” escapes your mouth before you catch yourself again and smile at the man before you. “Hey Daniel!” “What are you doing here, y/n?”, Daniel asks you, confusion etched into his features. You hold up the packages in your hand. “Bringing your delivery?”

“That is your store? I never knew, my girlfriend loves your stuff, and some of the best presents I have ever gifted are from there!” You smile shyly. “Yeah, I ask Charles to not tell anyone, I don’t want it to come off as I am using him to push my business!” Daniel shakes his head. “Y/n, you have been with Charles for what now, four years?” You nod your head. “Well, not once have I heard you trying to use Charles for anything, so don’t you worry about that! Especially because you don’t need Charles for that, your store is a fucking lifesaver and just generally amazing!” “Thank you, Daniel!”, you smile at the man before you and then look at your watch, “I would love to chat more, but I need to get back to the store. How about we meet for dinner with Heidi and Charles soon?” “Sounds great, have a good day!” You bit the Australian goodbye and make your way down the stairs.

Later that day, when it is already dark outside, your phone rings. Charles is calling from overseas, tired after a tough day at qualifying. For half an hour you chat until your respective day, exchanging some loving words, just enjoying each other’s presence. “Daniel told me you delivered his order personally today. Is your assistant sick?”, Charles suddenly asks, and your heart drops down your knees. You had prayed that Daniel would not mention it, that he would just forget about it. For a moment you are angry at the Australian, but then you remember it is not his fault. He possibly didn’t have any foul intentions when he told Charles. You take a deep breath. “She´s okay, but I –“, another deep breath, “I had to let her go.” Charles perks up, you can see him straighten out in his chair. “My landlord raised the rent, and I simply couldn´t have afforded the store and my apartment anymore if I had kept her.” Charles brows furry in concern now and your heart drops a bit further down. “Why didn’t you tell me, mon amour?” You sigh, and your face falls.

He doesn’t sound mad; he sounds concerned and worried and a bit hurt. You sigh. “I am sorry, Charles. I just didn’t want to bother you with that, you have so much on your plate already!” “Please, my plate could be filled to the brim and there would always be space for your problems as well!” “Thank you, love”, you tell him. For a moment, Charles just looks at you. “You know that it is okay to ask for help, right?”, he tells you and you sigh. “I know Charles, but I want to manage this by myself.” He nods. “I admired that you want to do this by yourself, I am just saying that I am here for whatever you need me for.” The two of you continue to talk for another hour, before Charles is tired and needs to sleep. You look at the clock and groan when you see, what time it is. You will have to get up in just a few hours, even earlier than normally, to pick up fresh flowers from the market.

The next weeks fly by in a blur. You haven’t really seen Charles for a while now, which is hard. Now, you are excitedly looking forward to the next week though because you had decided to fly out to Charles last race of the season and go on some well-deserved time off right after. It would only be a week and a half, but it was the first time you had some sort of vacation for a long time. And you get to spend that time off with Charles, which makes it even better.

The weekend goes surprisingly good, Charles landing on the podium. You claim it is because he is a great driver, he claims it is because you are his lucky charm. He kisses you in front of all the media and you don’t mind. You keep your relationship private, but not secret. After the race, you join him and the other drivers for the celebrations. You know most of them, you are even friends with a few. You also talk to the other wags, even though you usually feel a bit out of place. It is not like they give you that feeling, it is more because their lives are so different. They are all amazing and talented and so, so good looking. You admire them and have only positive feelings towards them – just sometimes it is hard to find a topic to talk about.

The celebrations run long, and the next morning Charles and you sleep in until midday. He treats the two of you with breakfast in bed ordered to your room, and afterwards you get ready to head back to Monaco. The plane trip is long, and you spend most of it sleeping. The two of you have decided to spend your time off in Monaco, using the time to also catch up with friends and taking out the yacht a few times. Towards the end of your time off, you get a bit anxious, nervous about all the work surrounding your store. Charles picks that up and tries his best to ease you out of it. He gives you a lot of reassurance and takes you for some spa treatments.

You are significantly more relaxed by the end of your vacation, and dread going back to work a bit. However, when you step into the store on Monday morning, you are happy. You missed your store and once again realize that this is your passion. The next week is full like usually, but you have found the fun behind all of this again. Charles keeps you company, sometimes he just sits next to you when you crotched a new stuffed animal. Also, he runs errands for you when you need it and just tries to help where he can.

Which is also why you give in when he asks you to take another day off. He had asked your best friend if she could take over the store for you and obviously, she says yes. Charles and you spent an amazing day – well, an amazing first half of the day until your friend calls you in the late afternoon to tell you that one of the pipes is leaking all over your store.

You almost lose your mind – if the damage would be bad, it would mean your entire store, your entire living was gone. Charles immediately drives you over, parking the car as close as possible. You rush out, and in your panic, you don’t even realize the tables and chairs that surround your store. Maybe a new coffee shop opened next to you? You rush in. The store is dark, and when you turn the light on, it blinds you for a moment. You scan for damage, but instead you are met with an orderly store, so clean it is almost shining. New lights have been put in, perfectly illuminated the different shelves of your store. There are balloons and decorations you haven’t seen before. In one corner, a buffet is built up and you are beyond confused.

Before you can ask Charles a question, someone knocks on the door and enters. You are even more confused when you see Daniel standing there, smiling widely, Heidi right next to him. “Hey!”, the Aussie greets you, “I am sorry if I am a bit early, but Heidi was so excited to attend the event in honor of your Social Media launch!” You are honestly flabbergasted. “Uhm…”, you say, “Welcome guys!” Then you turn to Charles. “Could I have a minute?”

You pull him by the sleeve of his shirt into the atelier of the store and look at him puzzled. “What is going on here, Charles?”, you inquire. He nervously scratches the back of his hand with one hand. “You were so stressed out these past months about your store. When I realized that you made an Instagram account and didn’t tell me, I was worried and confused. Then you told me about the increase in rent and how you were afraid that you wouldn’t be able to pay it anymore. I know you would never accept my money and I admire that, so I came up with a plan: I organized a launch event for you – which by the way starts in 45 minutes – and invited all our friends.” For a moment you debate whether you should be angry at him, but the puppy eyes look he gives you makes you realize that he only tried to help you.

“I… Don’t know what to say…”, you tell him, and he gives you a tiny smile. “I am sorry for not telling you, but you would never have allowed me to do this if I had asked. I just wanted to tell you that it is okay to ask for help, especially the people we love. And I finally want to show everyone how proud I am off you and of what you have managed to achieve. You truly are an artist, and I want the world to see that I have the most talented girlfriend!” His words have brought tears to your tears, which you try to swallow down. Instead of saying anything, you take a step forward and throw yourself into Charles arms. “Thank you!”, you mumble into his chest. Charles pulls away and looks at you. “Anything, and I mean that, anything for you, my love!” He presses a gently kiss to your lips and then pulls you into another hug.

“By the way”, he says when you pull away, “You look absolutely gorgeous, but there is a dress hanging in your bathroom upstairs. Lando is coming to take pictures for your Instagram account, so in case you want to change.” You shake your head and laugh. “Charles Leclerc, you really are incredible!” You race upstairs to change in the gorgeous dress Charles bought you. It is in your favorite color and matches the colors present at your store. It fit you perfectly, and when you came back in the store, Charles eyes were immediately on you. He comes over to pull you in a hug and a sweet kiss and you almost get lost in the morning, until you hear the shutter of a camera click. “Lando!”, Charles scolds the man, and he lifts his hands in mock defense, “We were having a moment here!” You laugh and Charles smiles, so all of you know it is not serious. You move in to hug the man who is your friend as well and are just about to say something, when someone puts an arm around your shoulder.

“I am sorry to interrupt, but Heidi desperately needs your help and guidance with some of your pieces!”, Daniel says and already pulls you with him. You are more than happy to help and immediately engage in a conversation with his girlfriend. Soon after, the store is flooded with people who chatter happily, and are in awe with the store you call your own. You yourself are beaming with happiness, almost flying around on cloud seven. When you check your phone, your Instagram account has reached many more followers, and most of the drivers have tagged your store in their story. People keep on pouring in for hours, until way into the night. By the end, your store looks almost plundered.

Only your close friends are still there, helping you clean up the mess. You look at the empty shelves when Charles finds you, wrapping his arms around your hips from behind. “Thank you, mon amour”, you whisper, gratitude embedded in every fiber of your being. “There is only one problem now: I will have to work on a lot of new stuff the next week!”, you laugh and so does Charles and for now it seems like your life is pretty damn close to being perfect.

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How to be a child

pairing: reader x the grid (platonically), Pierre Gasly x reader

warnings: swearing, description of injuries/bruises, throwing up, passing out, unconsciousness, mentioning of hospital, mentioning of crash, angst

summary: You were the mum of the grid, you always had been. Until it one day it all just gets too much, and you are in desperate need of support. Suddenly 19 boys collectively become your mum, and you need to once again learn how to be a child.

notes: i am so, sorry for the wait. life has been terrible for the me the past months, but here it finally is: part two! as a small compensation, it is very long, and i hope you will like it! feel free to leave comments and/or feedback. likes and reblogs are always appreciated! also, feel free to send in requests! you can find the first part here. a third part will follow at some point, so let me know if you want to be tagged 😊 also, a question for everyone on the taglist: Would you like to be tagged in all of my F1 work, or just in this one?

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“Shut up, you dumbass!”, whisper-yells a voice that sounds like Charles to you. “Or do you want the nurse to realize that we are way more people in here than allowed?” Several people shush at the same time, and you are utterly confused. You slowly open your eyes and catch sight of almost the whole grid cramped into the room. They are bickering with each other, and you cannot help but smile. “Hey guys!”, you croak out and your voice sounds hoarse. Immediately, they all stop talking and look at you. Pierre is the first to move and rushes over to your bed to take a hold of your hand.

“Finally, mon ange!”, he breathes out and you could’ve sworn that you can see tears welling up in his eyes. “What happened?”, you ask, still very much confused. You try to sit up, and immediately Max and Daniel rush to your side to assist you in your undertaking. When you are propped up, you look at your friends, who are standing around the bed – a hospital bed as you have realized by now. Pierre gently strokes your hand, and Lewis raises his voice to tell you what had happened.

After your collapsed in Pierre´s arms, and your friends and colleagues form a wall to shield you, Pierre gently picks you up and carries you out of the public eye and into Lando´s room. Everyone is close to panic, no one really knowing what had prompted you to pass out. The doctors, alerted by someone, rush in, and examine you. They cannot really find any reason, apart from the injuries in your face. They suspect that it might be something severe, so the whole grid is close to losing their mind. You are than a friend to most, rather part of their family. The called ambulance takes you with them, Pierre riding in the back with you.

When you arrive at the hospital, the doctors take you away from Pierre to examine you thoroughly, determined to find out what is wrong with you. It takes an hour, one more, and another. By now, the hallway of the floor you are on is filled with the other drivers. Everyone wanted to be there for you when you wake up. With every minute, the boys get more nervous, grow more worried. After four hours, the doctor comes out.

“We stabilized her. We assume that she suffered an acute exhaustion attack, caused by a lack of sleep and too much stress paired with a concussion. We expect her to sleep for a few days, but she was lucky. It could have been way worse. She will need to rest as much as possible once she wakes up to ensure that neither her brain nor her heart will suffer from long term consequences.”

The drivers are all shocked. You are still so young, and now this. They realise, all for themselves, that maybe they had demanded too much of you for too long. Guilt threatened to eat up them, more with every day you didn’t wake up for. Until three later, on a Wednesday, you finally wake up again.

You are quiet for a few minutes. Just when you are about to say something, the door opens and a nurse steps in. When she sees all the drivers, she rushes them out - all except one. Pierre doesn’t leave your side. He sits with you when the doctor comes in and tells you that you were lucky. He makes it very clear that you must take time for yourself to make sure that you would not suffer lasting effects. You nod, trying to understand everything he says.

“Would you mind leaving me alone for a minute, please?”, you ask. The doctor nods, while Pierre stays by your side. “You too, Pierre.” He looks at you, shocked for a minute, offended even. “Don’t send me away, y/n. You seem like you need someone with you right now.” “Just give me a fucking minute alone, Pierre!”, you snap at him, and he gets up and leaves without another word. You know that wasn’t fair, but your whole world just turned upside down. You will apologize later.

You clench your hands to fists; you feel like you are going to lose your shit. The feelings threaten to drown you, you are barely able to keep yourself over the water. You need to get out of here – you want to be everywhere but here. You lift yourself out of bed, determination flooding your system. When you stand up, you grind your teeth. Your whole body is almost shaking because just the act of getting up was so exhausting. You feel so very small, weak, and fragile. You take two, three slow steps, holding onto the hospital bed with every step. When you reach the end of the bed, you back another step forward, but without holding onto something, your body gives in. You crash to the ground; your body hits the floor with a loud thud.

Immediately, the door opens and Pierre storms in. He sees on you sitting on the floor, knees pulled to your chest, head buried in your hands. He rushes over to you and takes you in his arms. “I am so afraid, Pierre!”, you sob into his shoulder as he holds you. His heart breaks right there and then. You cry for what feels like hours, and when you are done, Pierre helps you onto the bed again. The doctors had allowed for you to leave the hospital in Brazil to be taken care of by your personal doctor in Monaco. However, much comes with that – your transport must be organized, you have to talk to the team, and all of that.

You are starting to panic, you feel so exhausted still, you have no idea how you would be able to manage all of that. “You don’t need to worry, ange. We are scheduled to fly out tonight in the private jet, everything around the transport is organized. Only Max, Daniel, Lando and I will join so that you can rest as much as possible. We will have to leave for the weekend, but I will promise you that we will be back as soon as possible.” You nod, overwhelmed that they cared so much for you. After one last check up, the doctor wishes you all the best and discharges you.

They provide you with a wheelchair because you are still weakened and every bone in your body hurts – even the ones you didn’t know you had. Pierre pushes you out of the hospital and towards the parking lot, where you can spot Daniel standing between an unfamiliar car. Usually, all of you drove fast and sporty cars, but this was a car you expected to see in a suburban neighbourhood where everyone had at least three kids.

“Nice ride!”, you say, and your voice is still hoarse. You are pretty sure that you look like shit, but the boys do not let on. They don’t look at you with pity and you are beyond grateful for that. “Thanks, we had to improvise a bit!” Daniel walks over to you and pulls you out of the wheelchair with ease, lifting you into his arms bridal style. He carries you over to the car, careful to not hurt you. However, his limb coordination when it comes to carrying people apparently isn’t the best. You close your eyes when you see the car door frame coming closer, but instead of bumping into the hard metal, your head is met with a soft surface. You open your eyes and see Lando smiling at you. The boy had put his hand over the door frame, softening the impact. Your eyes almost start to water at the sweet gesture.

Once you are seated, Pierre climbs into the back with you and helps you to put your seatbelt on before he settles himself in. Lando sits in the back as well. Max is the passenger princess. Daniel is starting the car, and you watch Max still without his seatbelt on. Before, you can say something, Pierre turns to Max. “Put your fucking seatbelt on!”, he says and a small smile appears on your face. You don’t really catch more of the chatting, as just the way to the car exhausted you completely and you opt for some sleep. Pierre´s shoulder functions as your cushion, and it is quite comfortable, at least for this purpose. Already almost in slumber you only subconsciously realize that someone puts a blanket over you. You snuggle closer into Pierre and fall into a deep and dreamless slumber.

You wake when someone unbuckles your seatbelt. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you!”, Pierre apologizes, but you wave it off. “I think I have slept enough the past days”, you joke half-heartedly, and he gives you a tiny smile. Only now in this close proximity, you can see the dark bags under his eyes, the worry on his face. He looks five years older, beard unshaved, little stubbles growing in a disorganized way. “I am sorry for causing you so much worry”, you whisper barely audible, but he hears you, like he always does. He shakes his head. “Mon ange, no. None of this is your fault, if anything, it is ours.” You are just about to ask what he means when Daniel interrupts the two of you.

“We should get going!”, he says, and Pierre helps you out of the car. He carries you the last few meters to the jet, and places you down on one of the seats. Before you can engage in a conversation with him, Lando joins you on the seat next to you and slams a big bag on the table. “Y/n, I hope you are hungry!” You focus your attention on him and just now realize how hungry you are. “Starving, actually!” Lando smacks his lips and starts unpacking the bag. “Well, in that case, good for you, because I come prepared!” There is everything you could ask for – snacks, fruits, sandwiches. You decide to start with an apple, which Lando insists on cutting into small pieces for you. “Lando!”, you laugh, “I am not a child!” He grins. “Well, y/n, you need care and nursing and love now, so we all have decided to you are no longer our mum, you are now our child!” You flip him off playfully and continue to eat your apple pieces quietly while Lando talks your ear off, which you honestly do not mind. It distracts you from all the negative thoughts.

After a few hours, Daniel, Lando and Max are asleep. You are quite awake on the other hand and the soft shine of a display coming from Pierre´s seat indicates that he as well is awake. You carefully walk over to him, holding onto the seats. It takes all of your strength to make the few meters, but you manage and fall into the seat next to the Frenchman. He looks up from his phone and gifts you a smile. “Hey”, you say softly, “You okay?” Pierre shakes his head but continues to smile. “You are unbelievable, y/n! You are the one that was in the hospital the last days, not me.” “I can still worry about you guys though, no?”, you grin crookedly, but Pierre is still very serious. “Of course, but the important thing now is that you need to get better, and to do that, you need to learn to say no, and you need to learn to listen to yourself.” You want to interrupt him, but he doesn’t let you. “But most importantly, we – me and the others – need to learn to get our own shit together, and not always bother you!”

You can feel that he is a bit angry, so you gently place your hand on his biceps. “Pierre, you never bothered me. It was just a bit too much the past weeks! Everything will be fine, in fact, everything is fine.” Pierre shakes his head at you, you can feel that he is still upset. “No, nothing is fine. The last days were absolutely horrible, y/n. I was so afraid; I don’t think I have ever been this afraid. I couldn’t sleep because I was afraid that I would wake up and someone was going to tell me that you died. It was a nightmare, I don’t ever want to feel that again – so I am begging you, please take all the time you need to rest and heal. I cannot lose you.” You are a taken aback by his words. “I will, I promise!”, you say, and Pierre pulls you onto his lap and into a tight hug. He doesn’t let go for a while, and you don’t mind. It keeps you from falling apart.

You land a few hours later, you before you can protest, Lando lifts you out of your seat. “My turn!”, he laughs, and you decide to not pick a fight. “Yeah, it’s cool”, you say and playfully roll your eyes, “Just pick me up whenever.” Lando makes a sad face, and you can sense that he feels bad. “I am sorry”, he utters, “I should have at least asked if it was okay for me to pick you up!” You shake your head. “Don’t worry about it, its not like a have a choice. I can´t exactly walk away”, you joke. You know it is a bad joke, and maybe it was too early to joke about it. For a moment, it is quiet, but then Daniel lets out a little snort. He tries his best to keep in a laugh, but when Max looks at him, he cannot help himself and bursts out laughing. The Dutchman joins him, so do you, and in a matter of seconds, Pierre and Lando are laughing as well. It takes you a while to calm down, because all of you just really needed to laugh off the shock of the past days.

Lando carries you down and into the car. Charles had offered to pick you up and drive you to your apartment, joined by Pierre. “Hey Charles!”, you greet the man and move over to give him an uncomfortable hug over the middle console. He doesn’t seem to mind, however. “You don’t know how good it is to see you, y/n!” You smile at him after you pull away, and he starts the car as soon as Pierre has settled in as well. A bit later, you arrive by your apartment building. Pierre gets out the wheelchair, and helps you to climb in. It is still new for you, and you hope that you will get rid of it soon. It makes you feel utterly helpless, but just the few steps in the plane earlier were hard and exhausting. For a moment, the thought that you might never be able to race again crosses your mind, but you push it away violently. So far, you had achieved everything in your life that you had set your mind to, and you sure as hell will not let anything stop you now.

It feels good to be back in your own space. You exhale deeply and you immediately start to feel a bit better. The familiar surrounding eases your negative thoughts, and you find yourself calming down. “Alright”, says Charles, “I will get going and get the crutches from the doctor, and get groceries, then I will be back!” Before you can say something, he is out of the door. “The doctors in Brazil contacted your doctor here to consult and discuss next steps.” You nod, feeling slightly overwhelmed. Pierre tells you bit more about the topic, but you can’t really focus your attention. At some point, you let out a big yawn. Pierre chuckles. “Seems like someone is tired!” “Exhausted”, you tell him, and he gives you an understanding nod. “How about you take a nap?”, he offers. “Sounds super!”

He helps you into your room, where you quickly change into some shorts and a shirt. After you are done, Pierre enters the room with a glass of water in his hand. “I know that you like to keep a glass of water next to your bed, so I figured I would bring you one!” “How do you know?”, you question. He shrugs his shoulders. “You mentioned it one day…” “Thank you!” He smiles at you, puts the glass down and grabs the blanket. He throws it over you and gently tugs you in. “Sleep well, mon ange!”, he says but you are already sound asleep.

The next week is exhausting, more mentally than physically. You are able to leave the wheelchair rather quickly, but you still the need the crutches for support. Despite the fact that you weren’t really injured, at least not in the traditional sense, your body was still weak. You just cannot really rely on it right now, so the crutches are there to support and help you. You are just happy that you are out of the wheelchair and that you have a tiny bit of your independency back. What helps even more however, is the constant support of your friends. They cannot be with you right now, as there are still two more races for them to finish. Your doctor appointments keep you occupied, your family visits and helps you with whatever you need. Your friends call you, sometimes just to tell you minor things but it helps. You don’t feel isolated, and you cheer on them from your living room. Right now, it feels okay to not be on track – you feel like you are going to be okay.

The season ends in the end of November. Winter has Monaco in its grip, the first snow falls. Everything looks so pretty that you cannot really feel down. On top of that you love Christmas, and you keep yourself busy with present shopping, at least until you have to get ready to leave for England. It is a Tuesday, and you had just been at the doctor’s office. While your doctor is sure that you will fully recover, he also gives you a real perspective on things. The possibility is there that you can race next season, but the cost could potentially be high. He tells you to consider your options. Lando picks you up from this appointment and together you drive to the airport. The two of you were scheduled to fly to the McLaren headquarters for a week to discuss the next possible steps. The flight goes over quick, you are unusually quiet – and Lando just lets you be. He can sense that you need the time, so he gives it to you.

When you step out of the airport, Zak waits for there for you personally. The older man pulls you in a tight hug, it had been a while since he had seen you in person. “Good to see you, kid!”, he tells you with a fatherly tone in his voice. You grin at him, happy to see him. You climb into the car and Zak drives you to his home, to have dinner with his family. You quite enjoy it, but you feel yourself get tired after a while. Lando notices and decides to call a taxi for the both of you to drive to the hotel.

You share a suite, in case something was to happen during the night, but you sleep well. After a nice breakfast, you are getting picked up for the headquarters and inside you are feeling very nervous. You are good at hiding it, but you fiddle with your fingers. Lando takes one of your hands and gently squeezes it. Only now that you are not good on foot you realize how big the McLaren compound really is.

The core team meets in a room close to the entrance for your sake. They are all beyond happy to see you, everyone is relieved that you are on your feet again, at least partly. It is not many people, as you agreed with Zak to discuss the next steps in a small team before you met with everyone. After exchanging some courtesies, it is time for you to tell them of your decision. You take a deep breath and Lando once again squeezes your hand. No one knows what you are going to tell them, and you don’t really know how to tell them. You decide it is best to rip the band aid of fast.

“After consulting with my doctor yesterday, I think it is best if I resign for indeterminate time, until I am fully recovered.” The room is eerily quiet, everyone is a bit shocked. “While I could possibly sit myself into the car next season, I would not be able to give you guys the results you deserve. Trust me, this is not what I wanted, but if I race next season, the possibility of lasting health issues is very likely, and I do not believe that some half-assed results are worth that. I want to apologize –“ “Don’t!”, Zak interrupts you, “We have all developed a soft spot for you in our hearts, and we were all shocked when we heard what the doctors in Brazil said. Your health comes first. While we are deeply saddened about you resigning for indeterminate time, I believe I speak for all of us when I say that we would like to keep you around one way or the other.” You nod, tears welling up in your eyes. On the one side because they were so supportive, on the other side because you stating your resignation makes it a lot more real.

Now it is official – at least within your team – that you will not start next season. It feels a bit like your world is ending, your goals are out of your reach. You feel hopeless, and like you are – quite frankly – an absolute loser. Self-doubts threaten to eat you up, you want to curl up in a ball and just stop existing for a while. You spent the rest of the meeting lost in your thoughts, and the next days go by in a blur. You visit the headquarter many more times that week, talking to the team, discussing the best way to communicate your indeterminate resignation. You call Pierre a lot, telling him about everything. He deserves to know from you, so do all of your other friends. You cry a lot those days, Lando never quite leaving your side. He is there for you, so is everyone else. Yet you find yourself withdrawing yourself from almost everyone except Pierre. You call him daily, sometimes more than once. Many times, he has to listen to you softly sobbing into the phone, and it breaks his heart. But he never blames you, he always listens, he always comforts you.

After an exhausting week, there is only one more thing to do – film your resignation video. You cry during the video too, but you don’t mind – you love your fans, and they deserve to know the truth and witness your real feelings about your resignation. In the end, the video is 10 minutes long – you explain your reasons, you promise that you will be back. And you mean that. Somehow, you have found your fighting spirit once again. The video ends with a collage of your best moments in F1. A tribute to your achievements so far, but you are now certain there will be more eventually. You will put all the work in necessary so that you would heal properly, and that you would be able to sit in the car next year.

You fly back to Monaco alone – Lando would have come with you, but you told him to stay home with his family for a bit. He drove you to the airport and saw that you get to the plane just fine. When you land, Lewis and Valtteri are already there to welcome you back. They are kind and gentle and brotherly, and your soul heals a bit when they take you to lunch that day. They don’t make you feel like a loser anymore, they tell you that they are proud of you for making this hard decision. The three of you share things that you have never spoken about before, and it helps. The sun is shining on a white Monaco and your heart becomes full and hopeful. You are still weak and exhausted, and when they take you home you are more than ready to sleep, but it is different.

The next week is a busy week once again. You visit your doctor and your personal trainer a lot, discussing measures to help you healing, and setting up a slow training program that would help keep you in shape, while not overburdening your body. You still call Pierre every day to talk to him. He is with his family in France for Christmas, and he has invited you to join him. You tell him you will once you feel better. He understands, like he always does. He makes you laugh with his joke, and he tells you he misses you. You miss him, and when he drops one of his compliments, it is somehow different now. Your cheeks heat up sometimes, and your heart skips a beat.

Christmas is nice, and special. You are home, and for once you have nothing to do – no real training, only little exercises. No media duties, and you enjoy the time with your family. After New Year’s, you travel back to home to Monaco to rest and heal. The boys are all there for you – for whatever you need. They ask you how you are all the time, and they help you where they can. It is the little things, really, and one day you feel particularly bad about it. You cannot really give them anything back at the moment, and you feel like you are using them. You wake up with those feelings that they, and to distract yourself from them, you go on Instagram. Scrolling through your feed, you occasionally send them funny videos. It was the least you could do. After an hour or so, you lift yourself out of the bed, finally. You are very hungry, and you think about ordering something, when suddenly your doorbell rings. You need some time to reach it, walking slowly with your crutches, and when you open it, Daniel stands there in front of you. “You send me the first Reel on Instagram like one hour ago, so I figured you are hungry by now. I brought groceries and I am here to cook for you!” “I… You shouldn’t have!”, you try to argue, but Daniel already moves past you and into your kitchen. You follow him slowly.

When you see that he is already collecting dishes to prepare breakfast, you just sigh. He picks up the defeated sound and perks up, smiling at you. His face falls when he sees the way you look at him, like you are almost crying. “Hey hon, what´s up?”, he asks you. “I just… I feel so bad about all of this. I feel like I am using all of you, and like I am not giving anything back!” Daniel shakes is head violently, and he comes over to pull you in a hug. You almost disappear in it, and he draws soothing circles on your back. “Y/n, don’t ever say or think something like that again. You have almost given your life for us, and this is what friends are here for. We help each other when we can – sometimes one or the other does give a bit more. It equals out in the end. Besides, you still listen to all of us rambling, and you still give the best advice!” He pulls away and a tiny smile is on your face now. He ruffles your hair and before you can protest, he is back in the kitchen. “Now, go rest your ass on the couch, mate!”, he says, and you cannot help but laugh when you limp over to the living room.

Breakfast is nice, and Daniel makes you laugh with his stupid jokes. It is good to feel like this. You know that right now was the easy part – your friends are here, and they all have time for you. But you are afraid of what is coming after the winter break – when they are all gone, and you won’t be able to be with them doing the things you love the most. It will most likely break your heart, but you try not to think about it, at least not now.

It is a few weeks later, the next season will start soon. You have picked up training again, very slowly. It mainly consisted off walking on the treadmill, holding onto the sides. A few easy exercises that keep your body mobile and flexible and your muscles occupied. Spring is blooming in Monaco; the first sun is shining. Everything is going well. Well, almost everything. Right now, you are beyond embarrassed.

You had felt better today, so you had taken the taxi down to your favourite park to enjoy some time there. It had been late afternoon already, you had walked around a bit and sat down in a small restaurant to eat dinner. Now, it is later than expected, it was dark, getting colder by the minute, and you are beyond exhausted. Furthermore, the crippling feeling in your legs leaves you to panic, which is why you – against all rationality – do not call a taxi. Instead, you call Max, who picks up almost immediately. “Can you pick me up, Maxie?”, you choke out, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Send me your location!”, he says, and you can hear that he already picks up his keys. You nod, even though he cannot see that, and send him your location with shaky fingers. Max is there just ten minutes later to collect you. As soon as you see him, the tears really start to flow. He wraps his arms around you, his sweatshirt is collecting your tears, and he whispers encouragements while he gently strokes your hair. After a few minutes, you calm down and he helps you to his car.

He holds open the passenger door for you, and you climb in, almost falling because your legs are giving out under you. But Max is there, he catches you, and helps you. He closes the door behind you and gets in on his side. “You okay?”, he asks. You nod, using the sleeves of your sweatshirt to wipe away the leftovers of your tears. Max starts the car and drives through the dark streets of Monaco. You don’t know where he is going until he stops at the drive through of a Fast-Food restaurant. “I figured the occasion called for ice cream or a milkshake”, he tells you when you he sees your questioning expression. A tiny smile creeps onto your face. Max orders you a milkshake and gives it to you. You hold it in two hands like a child and Max cannot help but laugh. You pout a little, but ultimately smile when he takes a picture of you holding the cup in your hand.

He drives you to your place and helps you up to your apartment. Reaching the door, he stops for a moment and thinks. “Would you like some company tonight?” For a moment you think about telling him to go home, because you don’t want to trouble him any further. But being alone tonight sounds terrible, so you push down the unnecessary feeling of guilt and nod. He steps into the apartment with you and helps you take of your jacket. Together, the two of you settle in on the couch and put on a movie. You feel your eyes get heavy, but before you can tell Max that he might as well go home as you are about to fall asleep, you slip into slumber.

The next morning, you wake up in your bed. You stretch and roll over to your phone. A text from Max. “Don’t get scared when you wake up, I am sleeping on the couch.” You smile to yourself and get up. Max is still asleep, so you climb into the shower. Once you are done and dressed, you make your way into the kitchen to make breakfast. Already in the hallway, you hear voices. You are confused – you know that Max is here, but who else? Stepping into the kitchen, your eyes fall on Pierre. Immediately, a big smile appears on your face. “Pierre!”, you exclaim happily and his face lights up once his eyes fall on you. He rushed over and wraps you in a tight hug. What you don’t see is the wiggling eyebrows Max aims at Pierre. Pierre just rolls his eyes and then closes them to take in your scent for a moment. Soon after, you break the hug, but Pierre stays close, his arm loosely wrapped around your hips.

Max excuses himself shortly after, as he has an appointment. You bit him goodbye, and when the door falls close, you turn around to Pierre. “Why are you here already?”, you ask him, and he flashes you a cheeky grin. “Not happy to see me?” You shake your head but laugh. “I am more than happy to see you, Pierre! I was just thought you would arrive in two days.” “Well,”, he says and wraps you in another hug, “I really wanted to see you!” You are happy that your face is buried in his chest because a blush creeps on your cheeks.

Pierre pulls back a little and looks at you. “Are you feeling better today?”, he asks with genuine concern. You nod, “Yeah, thanks to Max. He picked me up last night and stayed over to make sure I was okay.” “Max told me what happened. Please, ange, you need to be careful. I know it is hard to be confined in this space and not being as independent as you used to be, but you need to watch out for your health.” You sigh, but nod. “I know. I am just really tired off this, and I want to experience things again. I am afraid that I won’t ever be able to get into the car again…” Pierre nods understandingly. “I get that. But the more you rest and listen to your body, the sooner you will be fully healed.” “Yeah, you are right. I –“, you want to say something more, but suddenly, your stomach growls.

Pierre laughs and you grin, a bit embarrassed. “I think you need some food!”, Pierre says. “Yeah, I am starving!” The two of you make your way into the kitchen and just now you see the huge bouquet of flowers on your kitchen counter. “Wow, these are beautiful”, you exclaim, “Thank you Pierre!” He smiles and waves it off. “It´s nothing”, he says, but for you, it is everything. Pierre pulls out one of your pans, and as you are about to help him, he shoots you a glare. You lift your hands up in mock defence and make your way into the living room. You get your laptop from the couch and sit down on the dining table, as you have some things to finish up. Just because you were not a driver anymore, that didn’t mean that you had nothing to do. Especially now that the winter break slowly came to an end – you had agreed with McLaren that you would be involved in their Social Media activity. It had been Lando´s idea, and you are really grateful for it.

While you couldn’t start on the grid next season, you also didn’t want to entirely leave the F1 world. You are not yet sure if that is a good decision, to be involved but not driving, but you would have to wait and see. Pierre joins you a bit later with some breakfast, and you are beyond happy to finally have him with you again. The two of you will spend some time in Monaco together, before the new season started.

You make the most out of that time. Some days you just sleep in, you in your bed and Pierre in the guest bedroom, and then you would have a long breakfast, you would take a little walk, talked with the fans. He helps you with your exercises, he is a gentle trainer, yet he inspires you to go a tiny, tiny step forward every day. He massages your muscles when they are tired, he applies the lotion your doctor prescribed you. He takes you out for lunch or dinner, he goes shopping with you if that is what you desire. He finds the best clothes for you, you feel pretty in them, you feel worth it in them. He makes you feel safe and protected and if you knew better you would say that he makes you feel loved, but you don’t talk about that. Right now, it is not the time for it, and you both just enjoy what you have for now. The lingering touches, the way the two of you gravitated towards each other. He takes good care of you, and he never gives you the feeling of being a burden, even if you need help with silly little things. Like when your arms and hands are so tired that you cannot take off your own socks. He never makes you feel like you have to be embarrassed about any of those things and it helps.

The break ends soon after these great moments and you hold up quite well. Saying goodbye to Pierre is hard, and you cry. He holds you and presses a kiss on your forehead and tell you that you can always call him. But it will be different, there will be the time difference and he will be busy, and you will be not. He still makes sure to call you whenever, and it works good somehow. Maybe it is because summer comes to Monaco and your friends visit you whenever you can. You train, you take it easy, you rest, and you heal. Soon enough, you are able to go for jogs again, your training becomes longer and harder and you seem to be on the right way. By the summer break, you feel stronger already, and life is rather normal again. You still feel exhausted some days and you are not where you used to be. But you were okay with that.

The sun lifts your mood up, even on the days you don’t manage to run very far. You still go out these days, just go get the kilometres down, to keep your body moving. Summer break comes, and with that the boys are back in town. They spend most of their free time with you, and you are beyond grateful for that. It means the world to you, that they come and visit. Pierre spends a lot of time in Monaco with you as well. You take it easy, enjoying the time together. Just like over winter break, he takes you out a lot. You go and see museums, concerts, whatever there is to do. Some days are exciting, others are slow and relaxing. You take naps on the day bed on your balcony, enjoying the warm summer sun. Your head often rests on Pierre´s lap, or you are cuddled up in his arms during those naps. Still, you don’t talk about it, it is all very natural, your relationship growing stronger every minute you spend together. However, labelling it is not your priority right now, it is still your healing journey.

The two of you also spend lot of time together with the other drivers. Like today for example. Currently, you are laying in the warm sun on the deck of Charles yacht. The boys are bickering about something, while you are reading. You had just left the harbour a few minutes ago, and the boys already distracted you from your book. You cannot help but smile though, you had missed this. It was almost like you were still part of the driver line-up, and you feel relieved that nothing has really changed. They are all still the same adorable dorks they used to be. Some time later, Charles stops the yacht in the middle of the sea. By now you are sweating and very warm, so you are the first person to take the leap of the deck into the ocean.

It is not really a problem; you feel good today. The guys follow soon after, and you start to joke around, splash each other with water, dunking each other under. You have so much fun that you don’t really listen to your body. You splash and dunk and swim around. Pierre watches you closely, like he always does. When you climb up the ladder, he is relieved that you choose to take a break, so he follows. You, however, have other plans. You are about to get ready to jump off the boat another time, when Pierre stops you. “You sure about that, do you not rather want to take a break?” You grin at him with the objective to calm him down. “I feel fine, Pierre!” He nods. “Just be careful, okay?” “Of course!”

You feel your mistake when you start to run to jump off the deck. Your legs are suddenly very, very heavy. You cannot stop anymore however, and before you realize, you are in the air. The force of impact on the surface of the water knocks the breath out of your lungs, your entire body suddenly feels heavy – almost too heavy for you to swim towards the surface. It takes you long to emerge from the water, too long. The others realize when you don’t come up immediately. Charles starts to swim towards you. A splash rips you from your apathy and you swim towards the surface with heavy arms. You emerge coughing and one second later Pierre is right next to you. He helps you to hold yourself over water, and soon, Charles is by your side as well. You are embarrassed, but they don’t let on how scared they really were. Pierre helps you up the stairs and you sit down in one of the seating areas. Pierre brings you a towel and wraps you in it. When the towel is around you, he doesn’t let go. “I am sorry!”, you whisper, “I should have listened to you.” Pierre shakes his head. “Don’t worry, just don’t scare me like that again.” “I won´t!”, you promise and snuggle closer into Pierre. He holds you and you fall asleep soon after.

The rest of the summer break is spent similar. You hang out with Pierre and the guys, you go to France with Pierre, you visit your family, life is good. But then, the races start again, and fall comes to Monaco and with that the rain and the grey days. You are not able to go out of your apartment that much anymore, you are lacking energy and you feel like you are making steps back. Your training doesn’t go as smooch anymore, you feel like your comeback might be in jeopardy.

You are in a bad mood, there is no reason to sugar coat that. You are beyond miserable. The feeling that you will not return next season haunts you, and you are terrified of it. What if you will not manage to ever race again? You have never known something else; you have never learned something else. You feel like you are drowning, and your saving comes in form of a particular Frenchman. He knows that you had been able to go on runs again and that you did harder workouts again, he knows that you were on a way to get better. When your best friend calls him and tells him that you spent most of your days inside now not doing much, he doesn’t believe it at first.

He does, however, when you open the door and look like you haven’t changed out of your sweatpants in a week. You look messy, eyes puffy and tired features. He is scared to see you like this, so hopeless and so… He doesn’t know how to describe it, but you look so little, so tiny. You weren’t the tallest, but usually you carried yourself like you were the tallest in any room. Now, you are hunched over. For a moment he thinks you are going to close the door in his face, but you don’t. “Put your clothes on, we are going for a run!”, he tells you. You don’t protest verbally, but your attitude shows him enough. He doesn’t flinch though. He drags you out of the apartment – you still haven’t said a word. He takes your hand when you arrive downstairs, and he pulls you with him. A little “Pierre, I can´t!” leaves your mouth, but he pretends that he doesn’t hear it. And, after the first meters, you seem to shake off the paralysis that had a tight grip on you the past week.

Your breath is steady, and you are keeping up well with him. It starts to rain, the trail becomes wet, and you slip at some point. You fall, and this little happening seems to make you fall apart. You stay on the ground, and you don’t grab Pierre´s hand when he reaches out. At first, he doesn’t realize but then he sees that you are crying, and he doesn’t care about his outfit – he drops to his knees next to you and hugs you. You want to turn away from him, you feel so fucking weak and pathetic, and he sees you in that state. It embarrasses you; it makes you angry. You want to push him away, you struggle a bit against his grip, but Pierre doesn't let go of you.

“Why am I so weak?”, you cry softly in his shirt, but Pierre hears you. “You are not weak, mon ange”, he whispers. He pulls you a bit closer, like he is afraid that the rain will wash and carry you away. “You are the strongest person I know. I know that life is hard at the moment, and I cannot imagine how you are feeling. But you will get there, I know that!” “I feel like I am the absolute worst version of myself right now, and I just don’t see myself driving next year, but… But that´s all I have ever known, it´s all I have ever wanted!” Pierre still holds you close. The rain is coming down harder now, and you are getting soaked to the skin. You don’t care, it doesn’t matter to you. “If I know anything, I know that you will come back stronger next than ever next year!” “Why do you keep on believing in me, Pierre?”

“You might see yourself as the worst version of yourself right now, but I think you are the strongest, the fiercest version of yourself right now.” For a moment, Pierre falls silent. He takes a deep breathe before he whispers the words into your ear, as if he is afraid that they will be washed away by the rain when he speaks up or speaks them further away from you. “And I believe in you because it is the only thing that keeps me sane. I cannot even begin to think about the fact that you might not ever race again, because it would affect my life in so many ways. It might be selfish, but I would not get to see you as much anymore, and the thought of that is terrible to me. I want to be able to come out of the garage and walk over to hug you. I want to hear your laugh sound all over the paddock because someone cracked a joke. And, most importantly, I believe in you because I am completely and helplessly in love with you.”

You need a moment to take that information in, understanding what he just told you. “You don’t need to say anything, I –“, you stop him by pulling out of his hug and taking your face in both of your hands. The position is not really comfortable, but you don´t care. You press your cold lips against his and kiss him. He kisses you back, and you can feel his warmth seeping into your bones. The rain is still coming down hard, but all you can feel is Pierre's arms around you, and it feels like you have found a lifeline, like you have a new purpose to fight and return stronger than before.

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i loved your latest work! i always enjoy a lengthy fic with incredible writing 🫠 i hope you’ll make more of ‘em in the near future !

though i have to ask, would you consider making a mobile masterlist for all your works? i think it will be lovely to binge read them all 🙈

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How to be a mum

pairing: reader x the grid (platonically), hinted Pierre Gasly x reader

warnings: swearing, assault (someone is punched in the face), description of injuries/bruises, throwing up, passing out, unconsciousness, mentioning of hospital, mentioning of crash

summary: Being the only female driver on the grid basically makes you everyone’s mum - and that with just in your mid-twenties.

notes: feel free to leave comments and/or feedback. likes and reblogs are always appreciated! also, feel free to send in requests! Another part will follow, so let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

disclaimer: English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes 😊

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Your parents had raised you to be a good, kind, caring and helpful person. Where you could, you helped other people out. On top of that, you were basically illiterate to the word no, it was almost impossible for you to tell other people no. No matter the time or the troubles it cost you, you were always there for others. Essentially, that meant little time to yourself, which you didn’t mind most of the time. You loved helping people, and it made you happy.

So, when you were promoted to Formula One, you almost immediately become the mom of the grid. All the drivers, despite some considerably older than you, needed help or supervision. It was like a crazy playhouse and sometimes you felt like you were the only sane and responsible person. It was a menace, someone always needed something. But then again, you loved to help, and you collectively adopted all of them. Metaphorical, of course. But the last weeks were a lot, maybe too much, and you were exhausted. The different time zones had taken their toll on you.

However, when your friends ask you to join for a night out, you agree. It is the Thursday before the race weekend, and Charles, Pierre, Carlos, and you went out to grab some dinner. Mexico is warm and full of life and buzzing, and you had spent an hour looking on the internet for the perfect place to go.

When you arrive there, you are happy to have Carlos with you, as he speaks Spanish. You sit down, you talk, life is good, and you enjoy spending time with your friends. Until suddenly, Charles whinges – he had cut himself God knows how. “Let me see!”, you demand and he shows you the cut on his finger. It isn’t very deep, but it is bleeding a lot. You get your purse, rummage in it for a minute, and pull out a band aid. “You are full of wonders!”, Carlos chuckles while you wrap up Charles finger. “All done!”, you say and plant a gentle kiss on the band aid. Charles blushes and you laugh. “I am sorry, my mum always used to do it to me, so it is a force of habit!”

After dinner, you all enter the car. Charles makes you sit in the passenger seat, even though you would have preferred to sit in the backseat and close your eyes for a bit. But Charles insists, arguing that you give directions the best. So, of course you stay awake and make sure that all of you will arrive safely in the hotel. Before Charles pulls out of the parking lot, you turn around. “Any music wishes you gu-“, you are about to ask, when you realize something. “Put you goddamn seatbelt on, Pierre!”, you scold the guy in the back seat. “Yes mum!”, Pierre jokes, but puts his seatbelt on. Carlos and Pierre request some songs, and the way back is actually quite fun as well.

When you arrive, you say your goodnights and then you are finally on your way to up to your room. You want nothing more than sleep and are already laying in bed in an oversized shirt and short pants when someone knocks on your door. You get up and look through the peephole. In front of your door is Mick and he looks miserable. So, you open the door - of course you do. “I don’t have a seat for next season, they screwed me over!”, Mick says, his voice is breaking. You let him in and end up spending of your night consoling the younger driver. You hold him, let cry, gently play with his hair until he falls asleep. You fall asleep not long after him, holding the blond boy in your arms.

Micks alarm rings painfully early. He blushes and apologizes when he realizes that he fell asleep in your arms, but you wave it off. Once he left, you shower and get ready for your breakfast date with Pierre. Pierre and you had become closer in the last months, and sometimes spending time with Pierre was the only time where you could properly relax. “Good morning!”, you greet the Frenchman, and he engulfs you in a hug. “Are you okay, you look tired.” “Yeah, sure, I am okay!”, you assure him. You enjoy the breakfast; Pierre makes you laugh a lot. Afterwards, the two of you get ready and drive to the track together for Friday testing. You carry a huge bag out of the room and Pierre just laughs before he takes it for you.

The testing goes well, all in all. The car is good this season, you might even land on the podium this weekend. But then again, you are happy when everyone crosses the line safely. And you are always happy when your friends are on the podium, maybe even happier than if you stand there yourself. Sometimes you wonder how you made it this far – while you were competitive and scored good results, you were not as fierce in your ways as most of the other drivers. Still, you managed just fine, and many people saw great potential in you.

After the testing, you hug your teammate, Lando. “You seem to really have gotten the hang on the car, I am proud of you!” He smiles at you. “Thank you, y/n!” You glance down at your phone. „By the way, I think you should get going. You have an interview in 15 minutes!“ He nods. „Oh yeah, thank you for reminding me!” You wave it off. “No problem, and now go! I will see you later!” You rush the boy out of the garage, then you are on your merry way to look for Checo. The man had invited you to stay with his family for dinner and for the night and since you adored his children, you had happily agreed. You carry the bag, that is full of presents for his kids, and a thank you present for Checo and Carola.

“Checo!”, you call out to the older driver. He lights up when he sees you. “Hola, corazon!” Most of the drivers call you nicknames because you are that close with them. Checo for example is like an older brother to you. He pulls you into a hug. “Ready to go?”, he asks you. “Give me one minute, I need to say hi to Max, otherwise he is offended again!”, you laugh and walk deeper into the Red Bull Garage. “Verstappen!”, you yell and like a demon summoned he appears immediately. “Y/n!”, he exclaims, smiling widely. You hated that everyone always painted Max to be an asshole while he really was a ray of sunshine if you were able to gain his trust and friendship. You greet him with a kiss on the cheek and talk to him briefly before you leave together with Checo.

Carola already stands in the door when you arrive, and you practically sprint out of the car to engulf her in a tight hug. “Hola!”, she says laughing and motions for you to come inside. You excitedly bubble to her before you spot the three little kids and you heart becomes even fuller. They almost attack you with love, you speak to them in the few Spanish sentences you know, giving out presents. When they run off to play with the new toys, you turn to Checo and Carola and hand them their presents. “You are too kind, y/n”, says Carola and the three of you hug again.

After dinner, you help bringing the kids to bed, tucking them in, trying your best to read the Spanish children’s books, which results in giggles from all sides. When the kids are asleep, Checo, Carola and you sit up with a glass of wine. You get to bed not too late, and the next morning you and Checo drive to the circuit together.

It’s a beautiful day, the sun is warm on your face and life is buzzing around the paddock. The moment you exit the car, you are swarmed by fans. You sign their stuff, take some pictures, answer questions. You can hear the cameras click. Even though you had been in Formula One for two years now, you were somehow still more often than not the star of the show. Often it was praise, sometimes it was stupid comments, sometimes gossip. By now, the media had attached an alleged affair to you paired with any driver. It was quite fun actually, sometimes you and your friends teased the media. Going out for dinner with Charles on Monday, Lunch with Daniel on Tuesday, going for a walk on Wednesday with Lewis, partying on Thursday with Max, having a late breakfast in the sun on Friday with Lando. Acting like you just got caught. It was the funniest shit in the world to you.

Qualifying went good for you, for Lando as well. You had gotten everything out of the car, and that makes you content. When you drive into the paddock, you are happy and bubbly, spreading good mood. That is, until you look at the little screen in the garage and spot Esteban crashing into the wall. “Oh god, is he okay?”, you breath out before you rush to the medical quarters. The medics tell you that he has to go to the hospital to be checked out thoroughly.

„I will go with him!”, you say without hesitation. Since none of his family was there, you offer to go to the hospital with him, no questions asked. On the ride there, you hold his hand and whisper words of encouragement to him. When you arrive, he is taken by the doctors, and you have to wait. As soon as the doctors tell you that he is and will be okay, you call his family to tell them the good news. When you can go in the room with him, Esteban looks a lot better. You pull him in a gentle hug and make sure that he arrives by his hotel room safe and sound.

By now it’s the middle of the night and you sigh. In a few hours Yuki and you will meet in the gym because he has asked you to show him some meditation and yoga tricks that would help with his mindset. You promised to show him before the race so that he could use it right on track. You decide to sleep the three hours you would get and go to your room.

You wake up feeling completely exhausted. On top of that you had overslept, so you decide to skip breakfast and just head straight down to meet Yuki. It is quite fun, and you feel a bit refreshed. However, by the time you arrive at the track, you find yourself in a low. You are very well aware that you possibly shouldn’t participate in the car, your lack of sleep endangering you and the others. You go to your driver’s room, splash water in your face and then you meet up with your personal trainer. Somehow, you find whatever concentration is left in you, and channel all of it. When going over one last reflex training and everything goes well, you are feeling a bit better about participating. And you are right. You even score in the points, which makes you happy.

After the race, you are scheduled for an interview. Arriving a bit early, it is not your turn yet. Charles is still being interviewed. You watch Charles doing his interview, and for once it seems like you are graced with one minute of peace. Until you suddenly hear someone yelling. “Charles!” “What is that?”, Charles asks and looks just as confused as you. You find the source of the scream before he does. Daniel stands on the balustrade of a roof close by, shouting and waving. You pinch the bridge of your nose. “Be careful, for fucks sake!”, you scream up to him, before you are on your merry way to drag him down there with your bare hands, if you have to.

You manage to get him to step down after a few more shenanigans. You rush down again, arriving just on time for your interview. It is actually a respectful interview for once, the interviewer showing genuine interests for your driving and not for anything else. Somehow, despite your tiredness, you are the best version of you, joking with the interviewer.

After the interview, the debrief happens, and then you head straight to the hotel. Your flight was going tonight because you want nothing more than a few quite days and nights in your own apartment. Pierre had offered to drive you to airport, which you gladly accepted. When you get out of the car, Pierre exists as well and pulls you in a hug. “Get some rest, Cherie, you look tired!”, he tells you and you grin crookedly. “You don’t even know, Gasly!” The two of you hug, and then you are on your way back home.

When you step into your apartment, you almost start to cry. You are so relieved, and you look so much forward to just sleep. You will only spend three days before you have to leave for the next race again, but you full on intent to spend most of that time in bed sleeping and relaxing. You order some take-out food and head to bed right after. Everything is good, until your phone wakes you up in the middle of the nights. It is around four in the morning, and you groan. Max´s name shows up on the screen. You wonder how the fuck he managed to get back to Monaco as quickly as you. You pick up, of course you do.

“Heyyy!”, slurs Max and you know what he wants before he can say something. “Where are you?”, you ask, already half out of bed, “I will come and get you!” You arrive at the club half an hour later, a bottle of water and a bucket with you. You get out of your car, and look for Max. You find him in an alley next to the club, surrounded by two guys. Speeding up, you step in front of Max the moment before one of the guys throw a punch at him. Instead of Max, the fist hits your face, and you almost fall over. You shake your head, and stare down the guy who profoundly starts to apologize to you. You scoff. “I suggest that if you don’t want me to call the cops on you, you get the fuck out of here!”, you threaten, and they leave immediately.

You sling Max arm over your shoulder and manoeuvre the drunk man to your car. He is slumped over, his body weight seems to have doubled, and your face is throbbing. He doesn’t seem to realize what just happens, and instead throws up on your shoes. You have to take them off and drive home with just your socks. Somehow, you manage to get him all the way to his apartment, where you make sure that he drinks some water. He falls asleep as soon as he hits the pillow and starts to snore. You prepare him breakfast, place water and painkillers on his nightstand, and make your way back home – still in socks. When you arrive home, you text him about the breakfast. Your face still aches, and when you look into the mirror, a big purple bruise is already forming, and the skin around your eye is turning darker by the minute. You groan – it would be a pain to cover that up.

You get back to bed, but you cannot really sleep. Your head is killing you, so you get dressed, put a hoodie on and big sunglasses. Luckily, no one sees you in the streets, and you arrive at the doctor’s office without any incidents. The doctor knows you - ever since you lived in Monaco, you came here. He examines your face and tells you that most likely you have a mild concussion, which explains the headaches. He tells you to rest a bit, and if you do that, racing wouldn’t be problem next weekend. You thank him, pick up some of the recommended painkillers, some make-up to hide the bruise and then you go back to your apartment.

You have two more hours of sleep, before your phone rings again. Daniel asks if you want to go and have breakfast with him because him and his girlfriend are having troubles and he needs someone to talk to. You assure him that you can be at his place in latest an hour. You get up, jump under the shower and afterwards you manage to cover up the mark. On the way to his place to pick up some groceries for the breakfast. Half an hour later, Daniel lets you in his apartment and you talk for what feels like five hours. You barely eat for breakfast, the headache and a nauseous feeling overwhelming you. Daniel doesn’t realize, he is just happy you are here, and you are more than happy to help.

This evening, you don’t get to bed as early as you had wished, because you talked with your family and your best friend. You firmly tell yourself, that you would sleep most of the day tomorrow before you would head to the next race. However, your plans are crossed, when Charles calls and asks if you can help him buy a present for his girlfriend. Of course, you accept and spend most of the day out with Charles, visiting different shops and boutiques. When you get home, you pack your bags and go to bed, because you have to get up early to leave for Brazil. You were already not looking forward to the time difference, not knowing if your body could take it.

Lando, Charles, Pierre, Daniel, Max, and you had decided to take the plane together. It was usually more fun than flying alone, but this time you wouldn’t have minded. A bit of peace and quietness would have been nice. However, when you see the boys on the airport, you are happy. They are your friends after all, and you loved them dearly.

“I am hungry!”, Lando whines almost as soon as you board the plane. He sits on the opposite side of you. You knew that this was going to happen. You open your bag pack and whip out 6 neatly packed lunch packages. “I gotcha!”, you tell him and throw him one of the packages. It contains two sandwiches, some cut vegetables and some small snacks. You know all their diet plans, so every package was a bit different. You had gotten up extra early that morning to make sure all of them had something, knowing that they would possibly forget to prepare something.

Lando thanks you profoundly, and you just smile at him. You loved the boys, even though it wasn’t always easy with them. You are still wearing your sunglasses, because the bruise around your eye had become even darker, and your unprofessional attend at make-up didn’t cover it properly anymore. You are not ready to show the boys, because you don’t want them to worry, and you don’t want Max to feel guilty. He had texted you that he remembered parts of the night, and that he remembered how you stepped in front of him. You had assured him that you were fine. Lost in your thoughts, you drift to sleep, your sunglasses still on.

You are awoken barely 30 minutes later by loud music. You almost jump out of the seats, the boys laughing. “Very funny”, you murmur, but have to smile a bit. It could’ve, maybe should’ve annoyed you, but you were not one to hold grudges. “Why are you still wearing your sunglasses, mon ange?”, Pierre teases you and you shrug your shoulders. “Because it looks cool!”, you argue half-heartedly. Before you can react, Pierre pulls them off your head and gasps in the same motion. You try to cover your face with your hands, but it is too late. Pierre´s reaction has drawn all attention on you. “Jesus, what happened to you, y/n?”, Pierre asks, all teasing has left his tone. “Nothing”, you are quick to lie. “Didn’t look like nothing!”, he sounds a bit angry, and you sigh. You remove your hand from your face and show him and the others.

“Oh my God!”, breathes Max out, “So something happened after all?” You sigh again. “Nothing bad, it is just a bruise and a blackeye!” Daniel shakes his head. “You should have told us!” “I know!”, you defend yourself, letting your shoulders hang, “I just didn’t want you guys to worry!” In this moment the guys realize that maybe sometimes they need to take better care of you as well. However, the scope of your state is not yet fully obvious to them.

After you told them the story, Max apologises again, and again, but you wave it off. “Max, I would do that again any day, you are like a brother to me”, you give him a warm smile and hug him. He looks like he feels a bit better, your head on the other hand is killing you. You excuse yourself to the bathroom, where you throw up once. You brush your teeth, put some water in your face and tell yourself to get your shit together. When you return, you sit down again. Pierre sits down next to you, opens up his arms and you gladly accept. Daniel puts a blanket on you, and you sleep the rest of the flight in Pierre’s arms.

You wake up feeling a tiny, tiny bit better. The weekend goes by. You again sleep too little - one of the boys always needing something that you were happy to help with. The devil works hard, but you really worked harder. Qualifying went better than ever and you wondered if you maybe should always need to drive sleep deprived. On Sunday, you almost fall asleep in the meeting before the race, and you know you should probably just cancel the game. But you sit down in the car anyway and start to race.

“P1, I repeat, P1! Y/n, you did it! Your first win!”, screams one of your team members over the radio. You whoop and pump your fist in the air. “Can I do donuts, please?”, you beg, and everyone laughs. You do a couple, and then you drive to your garage, where everyone jumps in your arms, and you cry tears of joy. “Yes, yes, yes!!”, you yell over and over again. On your way to the podium everyone congratulates you, as there is not a single soul on the grid that dislikes you. You had even managed to woo Christian Horner with your kind nature.

When you step on the podium, Max and Charles are there, and you spray each other with champagne. At the end, they lift you on their shoulders, and the fans are going ballistic. You take another sip of the champagne and realise that this might have been a mistake. You feel terrible dizzy all of a sudden when you step down from the podium. Downstairs, Lewis and Seb wait for you. They are about the only guys on the grid that don’t need your help, and act like your parents, rather than the other way around. “Good job kid!”, says Seb and pulls you in a tight hug. Lewis ruffles your hair and grins. “You deserve that win, now go celebrate!” You nod and start your walk to the McLaren paddock. The cameras follow you; you smile and wave for them and for the fans.

At the paddock, all of your friends wait for you. While you are excited and want to get to them as soon as possible, your legs feel incredible heavy and wobbly at the same time. You reach Pierre, who lifts you up and spins you around, which is really not good for you. When he sets you on the ground again, you grab his arms and have to hold onto him. You feel like the ground below you is an ocean, and among the waves you cannot plant your feet there properly. You look up at Pierre. “Pierre”, you whisper, “I think I am about to pass out.” With that, you slump down in his arms. He tries his best to hold you up, slinging his arms around you, keeping you safe and warm. As soon as the others realize, something is wrong, a wall of people is built around you and miraculously, the media misses the fact that you are unconscious in Pierre Gasly´s arms. At least for now.

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you have my heart

pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

warnings: mention of injury and blood, canon typical violence, swearing, angst

summary: “If something happens to me, I need you to know that you have my heart, Daryl”

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Then, just like that, his voice just… cracks. And it breaks your heart. Right there and then. “Daryl, I…” “Forge´ it, Y/N, I was stupid to think tha´ a girl like ya would feel somethin´ for a guy like me.” He spins around and disappears into the forest. For a moment, you are frozen, but then you pull yourself together and you run after him. “Daryl!”

Daryl´s view is blinded by tears of hurt, sadness and anger. He feels betrayed because you had played with him, acting all nice around him, making him fall in love with you and then you rejected him – the worst thing was that you made it seem so easy. He doesn’t pay attention, he doesn’t care if a walker comes and rips out this throat, because you had already rip out his heart. There is a high-pitched ringing in his ears, and he just barely hears you calling out his name. He just keeps walking, and he is fast. You almost lose him, so you run even faster – you need to fix this.

And then, suddenly, he hears the walker, but he is too late. It is too close; he has no time to bring up his crossbow. But Daryl does not close his eyes, he is not afraid to die. He stares at the walker; he can smell the rotten flesh and he accepts it. This is how he is going to die. Until suddenly you sprint out of the bushes, and he has never seen someone ran that fast. You launch yourself at the walker to get him away from Daryl. Your arms wrap around the torso of the walking dead, and with the force of your jump, the both of you tumble, and fall. Before Daryl can grab you, you disappear over the edge of a cliff, and into the river below.

Daryl whips around, and looks down into the abyss, into the blue, rushing waters flowing fast and violently. He searches for you, but he just cannot find you. Daryl drops to his knees. He had lost you a few minutes ago, or so he thought, but when you gave your life to protect Daryl, he had to understand that maybe he had just misunderstood you. And then, just like that, he lost you a second time.

Rick finds the devasted man a few hours after your disappearance, and he is worried sick. Daryl sits slumped over against a tree, and he is crying. Rick cannot see you, and he immediately understands. He goes to hug his friend, and after a while he can convince Daryl to come with him, back to the prison.

Daryl is a mess. When he returns to the prison with Rick, he immediately grabs his bag from his usual sleeping place and moves it to one of the watchtowers that you had occupied in the very beginning. He opens the door, lets it fall shut and slides down. He had been here before, but not for a while and he can now see that you decorated it. It was so much you, and the tears started to fall again. When no more tears are falling, he gets up to take a closer look around. Your mattress is on the floor, and he questions how a person can sleep with that many pillows. There are trashy posters on the wall, and pictures the kids drew, and a tiny polaroid that Glenn took from him and you. You laughed, and Daryl smiled – a rare occasion, but he remembers the day, he was so happy. He lays down on your mattress, which smells like you, and suddenly he understands

And the others let him be. They know that he needs to be alone now, that he needs the time. Everyone knew what it meant when Rick came back with Daryl and Daryl only. Everyone knew what you had meant to Daryl. After a few hours, Daryl comes out. It is night now, but some people are still gathered around the fireplace. There are Maggie, Glenn, Carol, and Rick. He just needs to talk about it. So, he goes over there, and he sits down.

They welcome him in silence, and for a moment Daryl mimics it. Carol moves over and when she hugs him, Daryl falters. Tears fall from his eyes, once again. “It is my fault tha´ she is dead”, he says, and the others look at him, and they don’t know what to say. “I confesse´ my love for ´er, and she was silen´, so I figured she doesn’t like me like that, and I just left. I was so blinde´ by the pain, tha´ I just kept on walkin´. Didn’t even bother lookin´ for walkers, didn’t feel like it mattered no more”, Daryl says and the others look at him with sympathy. He takes a shaking breath. “And then one of them bastards was suddenly there, too close, there was nothin´ I coulda done. Until she just sprinted outta the bushed, tackle´ the walker away. But tha´…”, his voice cracks for a second, “It was right by those damn cliffs.” Maggie gasps. Until now no one had known what had happened, maybe there was a chance that you were still alive? But all of them know the cliff, they know the river and how fast it flows. This makes it real – you are dead, and they were not going to see you again.

They all stay in silence after that, until Carol softly starts speaking. “Do you guys remember that time when Y/N almost broke her arm because she desperately wanted to reach that comic book for Carl?” Rick nods and cracks a little smile. “She was always so selfless and determined. She got it, only barely, but when she wanted to pull it out, she got her arm stuck. Glenn had to oil it up, and it was bruised for weeks after that!”, they all laugh, and Rick continues. “But she brought it home, and it made Carl so, so happy.” They continue talking about her, remembering the good and the happy and the funny moments, and it made it… hurt a little less.

It was almost morning when Daryl decided to at least get a little bit of sleep, pacing to the watchtowers. Before he lays down, he grabs the picture of the wall to simply look at it. It slips from his grip, much like you did earlier this day – it felt like a lifetime already. The picture sails towards the floor, and it lands flipped over. Daryl can make out that something is scribbled on the backside of the plastic-like surface, and he has to squint his eyes to be able to read the words. It is your handwriting, without doubt, and it is a simple sentence that makes Daryl’s heart drop.

“If something happens to me, I need you to know that you have my heart, Daryl.”

And Daryl is angry again, angry at himself for not just waiting a minute longer. He is angry because he stormed off like a child when you were just surprised, possibly. Suddenly, he is not tired anymore, but he promises to himself that you would have the most beautiful funeral. When the prison wakes up, Daryl had already dug a grave, even though there would be nothing to bury. The river had carried your corpse away, and Daryl’s heart with it. He had crafted you a beautiful wooden cross, and now he was out to collect some beautiful wildflowers.

You fight for your life. Despite the Georgian heat, the water is ice cold, freezing your brain for a second, until the dead thing in your arms moves. It pulls you under in its desperate attempt to feed off of you. You manage to keep it away, long enough to grab your knife and sink it in the walker’s skull. The current is strong, you do not know where the surface is, and your run out of breath. You struggle to swim upwards; you get thrown around by the waves, and then your head hits something hard – the lights go out.

You wake up disorientated, and it is almost dark. Coughing, you slowly sit you. Your hand reaches for your forehead, which hurts. When you pull your fingers away, you see blood, and you sigh. What an unlucky bastard you were. You look around, assessing your surroundings, and maybe you were not so unlucky after you. A few feet away, a small, but robust enough looking former fishing hut presents itself as shelter for you to rest the night up. And the best part: It gives you an indication as to where you currently were.

You drag yourself over to the hut, and you enter it, slamming the door shut and barricading it. It would keep you safe for the night, allowing you to rest and tend to your wounds. You quickly scan the hut, and it looks empty and abandoned. But it was a gold mine. You quietly laugh to yourself. Of course, it would only take you falling off a cliff to find a little hut that had fishing equipment, canned food and when you rummage in one of the corners, your eyes fall on three things at the same time.

Firstly, there is a first aid kid, which would come in handy in your current beat-up state. Secondly, there is a beautiful black compound bow and a quiver full of arrows. You grin widely, not believing the luck you had right now. But you guess it was karma – after all, you saved Daryl’s life. Your grin vanishes and your shoulders fall. He had looked so heartbroken, and that only because you were too stunned to speak. He, and the others, were probably worried sick. You decide to tend to your wounds, and pack a backpack you find in a corner, so that you could be ready when you wake up. When you are done, you lay down and fall asleep after a bit of tossing and turning.

You wake up early, the sun is barely up and you smile. Perfect, you didn’t oversleep, so you grab the bag and your stuff and you are ready. You look over to the bow, and another smile graces your features. You had one just like this when you were still living on the farm, but it got lost when it was overrun. The backpack is heavy, and your body sour, but you pull it up nonetheless. The fishing rods that you somehow manage to squish and secure on the sides hinder your movements, but you manage to step out of the door. The bow is in your hand, the quiver on your belt together with your knife. You look around, needing a minute to find your orientation, and then you start walking towards the prison.

It is a hot day, but the river next to you provides you with everything you need. You are slow, and even though the water had carried you towards the prison, you had to walk around the cliff to reach it. It is a tiring walk, and you are exhausted and in pain, but determined to make it home as soon as possible. They are possibly in worry, maybe they even thought you were dead. After a short break, you continue on your way, and you reach the prison by midday.

You step out of the tree line and look over to the high walls you call your home. You can spot the people walking around the prison for afar, and they seem so small. The prospect of seeing them all again gives you another energy boost, and you step out of the forest and onto the grass. As you were about to move on, you stop someone not too far away, emerging from the trees. You cannot believe your eyes – the figure is familiar, carrying a crossbow in one hand and flowers in the other. “Daryl!”, you scream before you think about it. His head whips around to you, and you lift your arm to wave, smiling widely. You take of the backpack, and your bow clatters on the ground when he does not come running towards you for a moment.

Daryl goes white. He is sure he is seeing a ghost, but then you lift your arm to wave, and you smile. He freezes in place, and he asks himself if he has a heatstroke, or if this is some sick trick his mind plays him. He still remembers that when Lori died, Rick saw her ghost a few times. But you look… so alive. He rips himself from the episode he is in, and he sprints over to you. He stops in front of you, and takes your appearance in. You look beaten up, and bruised and before he can stop himself, he lifts his hand up to touch you, anywhere really to see if you are real. He reaches for your cheek, and you melt into the touch, and he now knows that you are real.

He drops his crossbow – for some reason he holds onto the flowers - and he slams into you with his full body. He hugs you, and it is awkward because you are weak, so the two of you fall together into the grass. Somehow, he manages to turn the two of you, so you lay on top of him, the fall presses the air out of his lungs, but he doesn’t care, because suddenly your lips are on his and Daryl feels like he just took his first real breath. It feels like rebirth and Daryl is sure that if there is a heaven, it is this.

You both draw a deep breath when you break apart, and Daryl rests his forehead against yours. “You have my heart, Daryl!” “And ya have mine, ya always did really. Since I met ya for the first time in the forest, I knew tha´!”

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the man, the myth, the legend

pairing: Max Verstappen x Horner!reader

warnings: swearing, other than that none really

summary: when you meet Max Verstappen for the first time, you cannot help but think that he is an insufferable asshole. however, the man makes it his mission to convince you of the opposite.

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„And here comes the man, the myth, the legend: Everybody get your hands together for Max Verstappen!” You rolled your eyes. You had only one word that you associated with the brunette man that now jumped on the stage, happily smiling – and that word was arrogance. You had only met him once, just like an hour ago, in the paddock, after he had just won. But that one time was enough for you to know that you did not ever want to talk to him again.

What you did not know was that the man that you despised was smitten by you. He had just met you once, and he had to admit that he did not show his best side. He had just won, and he felt like the king of the world, like he was invincible. So, in his mind, that was almost blank after several hours in the racing car and the win, he felt like you had to fall under his spell. But he had a rough awakening when he found you did not.

“Hey, my name is Max Verstappen and I just won this race!” You turned around to see the young man standing in front of you, his face red where the helmet had protected his head, smelling like burned tires and sweat. “Good for you!”, you said, not understanding why he spoke to you. After all, it was your first time here, you did not work for Red Bull, you were not an engineer, and you did not even care for racing that much.

You had just recently found out that Christian Horner, the team principle of the Red Bull Formula One team, was your father. Your mother and him had been high school sweethearts, she was his girlfriend when he first started to be race driver. When she found out that she was pregnant, she did not want to concern Christian with it, as he was an aspiring race star, and that was a dangerous job. She decided to keep you but broke up with Christian to guarantee him the career he had always wanted.

Your mother had been always very open about the fact that it was her decision to raise you alone, you therefore held no grudges against your father. However, you still wanted to meet him some day, and when your mother told you, you decided to try and contact Christian. Much to your surprise, he actually answered. He was cautious at first, which you understood, but the name of your mother rang a bell. You met, and you were not offended that he asked to do a DNA test. Once the results were there, he was quick to make up for the time you two had lost, which was why you stood here in the paddocks. He wanted to show you how and where he worked.

It was hectic. That was the first word that came to your mind when you came to the Hockenheimring in Germany. Christian – it was still weird to call him dad – paid for your flight, your hotel, basically everything. It was cute how he tried to reconnect with you, you really appreciated it, especially because you were willing to put the same effort in. Even his family, his wife, and kids, were eager to make you feel welcomed in their family. You still remembered very vividly the first dinner you had together, and how all of you ended up crying together by the end of it, because you got along so good, and because it was emotional for all of you.

The memory of this got you smiling, and that was the first time Max saw you. You stood somewhere by the wall, trying to not get lost in the hectic and organized chaos that surrounded you. You wore an oversized Red Bull Sweatshirt, and a cap. You seemed so lost in this surrounding, yet Max could not take his eyes of you. You radiated happiness, and suddenly he felt the anticipation of the coming race just washing away. His heart beat faster when he laid eyes on you, and he knew today was going to be a good race. He did not know why - he just knew that he was going to be on the podium today. He had to, even if it was just to impress you, the girl that had completely eased his mind before the race and had helped him win.

So, after he got out of his car, and after shortly celebrating with his crew, he looked around to see if he could spot you. And there you were, leaning against the metal bannisters, as the rain had finally stopped. You seemed to enjoy the bit of sunshine that the German sun was ready to provide. He quickly made his way over to you, desperate to speak with you before he got onto the podium. In hindsight, he should have waited for his nerves and his euphoria to boil down. Then he would have maybe thought about his words better.

“Good for you!” The words rang in his mind, and he was surprised how kind you were, even though you seemed to be confused why he talked to you. “Many people are very sure that I will be the world champion this year!” He could not stop the words spilling out of his mouth. The smile left your face, and instead you furrowed your brows. In this moment all he wanted was to turn back time. Another “Good for you” left your mouth, but this time it did not sounded sincere. You sounded rather annoyed because what way was that to start a conversation?

But instead of apologizing profoundly, which he should have, Max after-the-race-brain decided it was the right thing to bury the hole he was already in a lot deeper. “I was also the youngest drivers ever to compete in the Formula One, winning my first Grand Prix with just 18 years!” The third “Good for you!” left your mouth, this time your voice dripping with sarcasm. Did he not have somewhere else to be?

However, Max was not ready yet. Even though he knew he should stop right here, in order to maybe get another chance at talking to you without you thinking what a prick he was, he continued speaking. It was these words that solidified your opinion around him. “So far, my net worth is around 60 million dollars!” This time, you could only role your eyes. You were just about to make a sarcastic comment, when the man in front of you was called by someone. “Max, you need to get to the podium!”

You took his distraction as your cue and fled. When Max turned around to say something more to you, you had already disappeared into the crowd of the Red Bull team. He was disappointed and mad at himself, however, the adrenaline and happiness he got from standing on the podium would quickly wash away those feelings. Or so he thought at least. For a moment he could enjoy the feelings, the bliss of fame and the euphoria of the win.

After the champagne fight, Max had to give a public appearance for the fans, and he did not mind. While he waited to be announced, he looked in the crowd, deep down hoping that he could spot you somewhere. And there you were, in the VIP section, still wearing the oversized Red Bull Hoodie that looked insanely cute on you. You turned around, almost as if you were trying to find someone, and he could not stop the smile from spreading on his face. Whoever had given you the sweatshirt had given you one with his name on it.

You were looking for Christian. The one moment he was right next to you in the VIP area, and then he just disappeared into the crowd. You sighed. Whatever, you would just wait here for him to be back, even when that meant that you had to watch the infamous, youngest Grand Prix winner, worth 60 million dollars and whatever not Max Verstappen.

On stage, Max seemed like a totally different person, and that got you thinking. Maybe he was not so bad after all. He was charming, funny and you hated to admit it, but if you would have met him under different circumstances, he would have been exactly your type. When you found yourself laughing to one of the jokes he made, you decided that if you ever were to meet him again, and he wanted to talk to you again, you would give him another chance.

Max had watched you from the corner of his eyes the entire time, and somehow, he still managed to stay focused on the questions. He felt like he really was the best version of himself right now and he was even more surprised that he had so blatantly failed at flirting with you. While you looked skeptical in the beginning, he could now see you laughing, and it made his heart flutter.

“Well Max, that shall be all! Congratulations again and enjoy your party tonight!” The party – Max had entirely forgot about that, and he found himself wondering, if not hoping, that you would be there. “Thank you!”, he said and was walked of the stage. He tried to get another sight of you, but you disappeared into the crowd and all he could hope for was a chance of meeting you again.

Christian had profoundly apologized to you for just leaving you behind. You waved it off, you had actually enjoyed watching the event, even more the day. Now it was time for you to get ready for the after-race party, maybe take a quick nap and a shower. Christian insisted on organizing you a lift to the hotel as well as to the party, and you did not complain. Even better was that he had gifted you a beautiful dress, that his wife and he had chosen for you. It was truly beautiful, and you were surprised of how thoughtful it was that he had gifted you a dress by listening to you talking about what you liked.

When you arrived at the hotel, you thanked the driver and made your way to your room. As planned, you took a short nap that occupied you longer than expected, as you almost overslept. You hurriedly showered and got ready for the party and made it downstairs just in time. Before you stepped outside the hotel, you caught a gaze of yourself in a mirror and you were in awe. The dress was really something else, beautifully complimenting your figure and your eyes.

When you arrived, Christian escorted you in via the back entrance, not yet wanting to reveal you to the media. You were glad about it. His world was entirely different from your life until this point, and you were not sure yet if you wanted to share his fame. He left you standing with his wife to look after his two drivers, but you did not mind. Geri and you got along splendid.

While you could sneak in the party, Max had to take the front entrance that was full of cameras and interviewers and fans. He smiled for the media, signed a lot of whatever people put in front of him, but his mind was elsewhere. Would you be there? He knew that he would do anything to see you smile again. Max could not understand himself. He had never felt like his before – he felt like he was a teenager again, his body tingling and his mind clouded. Once he made it in, he was immediately greeted by Christian.

“Hey Max!”, the team principle engulfed him in a side hug, “Congrats again on that amazing win!” The Dutch smiled wide. “Thank you Christian!” “I hope you are in your best form right now, because I want you to meet someone very special!” Max laughed. “Of course, after such a win always! Who is it?” Christian nudged him into the side with his elbow. “You will see, just follow me!”

So, the race driver followed him, as Christian led him through the crowd to a high table a bit off. Max could see Geri, Christian’s wife, as well as another woman standing with her back towards him. Christian approached the table, smiling widely. “Max, may I introduce you to my eldest daughter! Darling, have you two met before?” With Christian approaching you, you turned around and saw the brunette man from earlier in close proximity. The shock and embarrassment on his face was badly hidden, and you decided to spare the man a few sorrows. “I don’t believe we have met before. My name is y/n, and you must be the famous Max Verstappen! Congratulations on your win today!”

Max could feel his checks grow red from embarrassment and he got flustered. Luckily, you did not seem to have Christian told anything about the earlier incident. You bent forwards, greeting Max the French way - kissing him on both cheeks. That did not help him at all. „Is everything alright, Max? You don’t seem so well. Darling, there is a balcony over there, Max here seems like he could use some fresh air - do you mind taking him outside for a bit?“

You shook your head, and actually did not mind. Now was the time that you would find out who Max Verstappen really was. You did not even think about it, but since Max really did not look well, you grabbed his hand to guide him outside. His heart furiously beat in his chest, and he was terribly afraid that you would be able to hear it.

Once outside, the cool air helped him calm down a bit. You said down on a bench and offered him the place next to you. He gladly accepted. Between the podium, the events and until he had to go to the party, Max had thought about all the things he could say to you to make it up, but now next you, his mind was absolutely blank. The two of you were quite for a moment, but to your surprise it did not feel unpleasant. And then, Max broke the silence.

„Listen, I am very sorry for our first meeting, I behaved like an arrogant asshole.“ You did not know why, but this statement made you laugh out loud. And Max did not know why, but it felt like that was the best reaction you could have showed – presuming that you were not laughing about him. “Let me be honest, if I wouldn’t have attended your press event, I would possibly still think that you are an arrogant asshole. That event really saved you ass!” Max now grinned as well.

“I am glad I got to save my reputation. But again, I am sorry. After the race my mind doesn’t work so well.” You nodded understandingly. “Really, no worries, Max. I am quite glad you are not that arrogant.” “How is that?”, the Dutch man looked at you. “Because I would have been disappointed in my own taste. Because quite frankly, you are very handsome and exactly my type!”, you laughed.

Max was stunned for a moment. He had rarely ever met someone as upfront and self-confident as you. “Well, thank you for your compliment, I can give it right back. The moment I first laid eyes on you, I was rather enchanted by you. You actually helped me win the race!” “No way!”, you grinned, “How?” Max blushed a bit. “The moment I laid eyes on you, I suddenly felt very calm and collected, I cannot really describe it. It helped me focus, and I somehow knew I had to win, even if it was just to impress you.” “That is really sweet, Max”, she said with a genuine smile on her face.

Suddenly, a gush of wind hit the pair of you and you shivered. Max reacted immediately and put his jacket around you. “You should have kept the sweater on, it suited you very well. Especially because it had my name on it.” You laughed and playfully hit his shoulders. “Max Verstappen, you are unbelievable!” Max grinned at you, and then he even winked. “Jokes aside, you look absolutely stunning, today and tonight. You are clearly taking after your father!” You shook your head.

“I like this Max better than the bragging one. You make me laugh, and I appreciate that a lot. So, I can definitely say you that you are not only my type look wise...”, now it was your turn to wink at the man. Max looked at you, and suddenly there were butterflies in your stomach. “Well, I can only give that back, so how about you go on a date with me?” “I would love nothing more than that, Max.”

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I’m sure you’ve seen Pierre’s BEREAL, can I request you write a fic where him and his girlfriend are having sex in his BEREAL notification goes off during and their doing doggy style so he takes his BEREAL where he’s pulling your hair and their friends react to it?

(If ur comfortable)

Let´s BeReal

pairing: Pierre Gasly x reader

warnings: smut, 18+, swearing, established relationships

summary: Pierre´s new obsession is BeReal. As his fiancée, you experience this first hand.

disclaimer: English is not my first language. Feel free to leave comments and/or feedback. Also, a like and reblog is always appreciated <3 this is my first time writing smut, so please let me know how i did!

notes: @princessbetsy123-blog thank you for the request, i altered it a bit, i hope you still like it :) <3

word count: 2.5k

You sit in the back of the conference room, watching the press conference Pierre was attending. This wasn’t your first press conference, it wasn’t going to be your last one, so you didn’t really pay attention. You check your phone to look at the calendar, checking where Pierre has to be after the conference. You were scheduled to film something for the social media of Alpha Tauri with Yuki. You smile – you like the man.

Everyone joked about the close relationship Pierre and Yuki had, but the truth was, you and Yuki are even closer. He is like a little brother to you, your partner in crime, your best friend. His sometimes-childlike behaviour never fails to make to smile. Most of the time the two of you can be seen laughing and goofing around. Also, often enough you were up for mischief, pranking Pierre or whoever crosses your path.

If people didn’t know better, they would have even said that you and Yuki were more than friends. But that isn’t the case. You are the woman on Pierre Gasly´s side, and that for already more than five years. Just two months ago he had asked you to marry him, and you had happily said yes. So, you are his fiancée, and fans and the media handle you as “the dream and power couple” of Formula One.

You had been Pierre´s manager and friend before you had started dating. It had one major advantage: You could come to every race, because you worked with him. Before you realized, you were a fixed part of the Formula One world, and most of the paddock considered you their friend. Your gentle being made you pleasant to be around, and you always had an open ear for whoever. So, many times, one of the drivers knocked at the door of your room for advice, help or just a quick chat.

Pierre had never mind with most of them. And even though you shot down every flirting attempt from the other drivers, some of them did just never really stop. Daniel, for example. But Pierre didn’t mind that – it was just the way Daniel was, and after all, Daniel was his friend as well. So, all around, everything was good.

You are ripped out of your daydream when one of your colleagues, Anne, who is also a close friend of you, nudges you in the side with her elbow. “What the hell is he doing?”, she whispers, and you look up at Pierre who fumbles his phone out of his pocket. You cock your eyebrow. Confused, you watch your fiancée taking his phone out and playing with it, until suddenly your phone vibrates in your hand.

“Oh my god!”, you laugh quietly and show your coworker the notification. “He did not!”, she chuckles and shakes her head. You motion to her that you are leaving the conference because you had somewhere to be. She nods and signals you that she is coming as well.

Once outside, you let out a laugh. “BeReal is Pierre´s new obsession. It´s funny, but sometimes it is pain in the butt!” Anne grins at you, which you retort crookedly, “I swear, soon he will even answer the notification when we have sex!” Anne shrieks and then brakes out in a fit of giggles, which you join.

Together, you walk to the Alpha Tauri garage, where your ways part. You wait for Pierre and Yuki outside and check some mails until you are ripped from your concentration.

“Hey y/n!”, says Esteban and jogs over, “How are you? You look great today by the way!” You smile politely at the man. You were on civil terms with him, but you didn’t like him that much. He made you a tiny tad uncomfortable, as you could never tell if he flirted with you out of fun, like Danny, or if he did it with the actual intent of stealing you from Pierre. Pierre had agreed to your concerns and had developed a dislike for the French man. “I am good, how are you? Excited for the race next week?”, you kindly try to make some conversation, as you don’t want to be impolite. You might be a bit uncomfortable, but never in a million years did you want to be impolite or make Esteban feel bad. Because maybe he was just actually trying to be nice. “Yeah, I am. I´ve got a good feeling I won´t finish too bad next week, maybe even before your boyfriend!”

He had just winked at you when you feel two arms sneak around your torso. “Dream on, Ocon”, Pierre retorts, “And I am her fiancée, not her boyfriend.” The French driver lifts his hands in mock defense. “I was just trying to make conversation with your fiancée, Gasly, as she was here all alone. Maybe you ought to keep a better eye on her in the future! Have a good day”, Esteban turns around and walked away. Pierre wants to yell something after him, but you shake your head.

“It´s not worth it, Pierre.” Your fiancée shakes his head once again, but his salty mood is soon blown away when he looks at your face. “You are too good for his world, mon coeur”, he taps your nose, and you stretch out your tongue, “Come on, lets meet Yuki. He already texted me complaining that he didn’t see you yet, I swear, he misses you more than –“ Pierre is interrupted by a high-pitched scream from you when you see Yuki and immediately sprint in his direction.

Your friend looks up for his phone and screams as well when he saw you. He jumps off his chair and runs in your direction. The two of you meet in the middle, grabbing each other’s hands and then you dance around in a circle. Pierre just walks past you to one of the Social Media managers that shakes his head. “Trust me, I have no idea what is wrong with them. I swear, they share one single braincell together, and that braincell hasn’t slept in 5 days!” The guy laughs and looks at you – Yuki and you are now laying on the floor holding your stomachs while you laugh hysterically.

After five minutes you are only giggling still, and you have managed to catch your breath enough to get up. Pierre and Yuki sit down on set. You take a spot in one of the corners, but every once in a while, Yuki makes eye contact with you and has to start laugh. So, after a few minutes, the Social Media team orders you in front of the camera as well. That was nothing you, they occasionally had you in the videos as well, because most fans loved the dynamic between you, Yuki, and Pierre.

You start the video again, this time you take over the moderation. “Hello and welcome everybody to a new video. Today, Pierre and Yuki are going to answer some of the fan questions. The first question is: What was your highlight off and on track so far this season?” Pierre and Yuki both answer that they were happy with the car and that they were glad to be standing in the points more often than not. Yuki´s personal highlight was a travel home to his family, while Pierre names your engagement, which makes everyone in the room go “aw”.

Pierre and Yuki answere a few more questions before one question on Twitter caught your attention. “What was Pierre doing on his phone earlier?”, you read out loud and Pierre blushes a bit. “I can actually answer this”, you say matter-of-factly, “He used BeReal. This man is addicted to the app, I am witness to that!” You grin, and so does Yuki. Pierre shoots you a glare but laughs as well. You end the video.

Afterwards, the three of you go out for an early dinner before you have to catch your respective flights to your home. Pierre and you are going back to Milan to your shared apartment. You had purchased it two summers ago, and you loved it. However, you are also currently looking more or less seriously for houses. Recently, you had found yourself talking about the future, and the possibility of having kids one day. So, the two of you decided that a house with a garden would be better for little kids.

You arrive in Milan at nine in the evening and a friend of yours had kindly offered to drive you home from the airport. When you get out of the car, you wave your friend goodbye and make your way into the apartment building. Pierre unlocks the door to your flat and drops his bags as soon as he set steps in the hallway. “Oh!”, he groans, “it is good to be home!” You laugh and agree.

The bags are quickly carried in, and the two of you cook an easy pasta dish for dinner. Taking the plates to the couch, you eat quietly while watching a movie. When you finished eating, the movie is paused, the kitchen cleaned, and you go back onto the couch to finish the movie. You cuddle into Pierre´s side, he wraps his arms around you and continues to watch the movie.

The notification going off from Pierre´s phone startles you. “Sorry, mon ange”, Pierre softly speaks and reaches for his phone. “Let me guess, its BeReal?” Pierre grins and nods. “It´s from Charles! You wanna see as well?” “Of course!”, you answer and sit up to look at his phone as well. He opens the app and then the picture and…

You shriek. “Oh my god, what is this?” Then you look at Pierre in shock and the two of you start laughing. Charles had sent Pierre a picture of him sitting on the bed, naked. Charlotte kneeled between his legs, only in underwear, face towards Charles´ private part. It was very clear what the two of them were up to. “This is scandalous!”, you exclaim in between giggles, “Does he always send you pictures like this?”

Pierre shakes his head no. “Never before… However, I might have provoked that…” “How?” Pierre blushes and looks at you with puppy eyes. “Please don’t be mad, but I might have bragged about our sex life to him, and I think he might have felt inferior and hurt in his manliness?” You look at him shocked for a moment, then you start to laugh again.

“Well, I guess we better show Charles then, instead of you continuing to brag!”, you tease seductively. Pierre gulps. “Mon Coeur, we don’t have to if you don’t want to, I mean, what I am trying to sa-“, you cut him off when you press a soft kiss to his mouth. After breaking it, you leave a trail of soft kisses from his mouth over his jawline to his neck. You can hear his breath hitch in his throat, and you smile before you begin to gently suck on the soft flesh of his neck.

Since the position has become uncomfortable, you fling your one leg over Pierre and settle down on his lap. His hands immediately find your ass and he starts to knead your flesh. His breath becomes ragged, and you start to grind down on his crotch. Feeling his growing reaction this close to your core elicited a moan from your mouth. “Fuck, ange. I am not even really touching you yet and you already make those wonderful noises for me. Makes me want to fuck you!” “Well, how about we move this to the bedroom then?”, you say and before you finish, Pierre grabs your thighs, stands up and carries you to your bedroom.

He throws you on the bed, and before he climbs on top of you, he pulls of his sweatshirt and shirt in one shift motion. You observe him closely. “More than five years and you still don’t get enough of me shirtless, huh?” You grin. “Never. And now get here, Gasly!” He laughs and climbs on top of you. Immediately, his lips are on yours, kissing you like he needs it to be able to breach. His hungry kisses made your heart flutter and your core dripping. One of Pierre´s hand digs into the flesh of your hip, the other is tangled in your hair.

“Pierre, I am hot!”, you complain. “Yeah, you are. But I agree, its time you lose some clothes!” You wiggle free from under him and stand up from the bed. Seductively and slow you pull your shirt over your head and take your pants off. Pierre’s mouth falls open when he sees that you are wearing his favourite set of lingerie. “You wore this the whole day and didn’t tell me?!?”

He takes off his pants and you can see by the bulge in his boxer shorts that he was already hard. It makes you proud, that even after all these years you still had that effect on him. You wink at him. “Well, you can spend some time looking at it now, no?” Pierre shakes his head. “No, mon ange, while it is a beautiful view, I missed feeling you even more, so you better get here!“

You crawl back into the bed, and Pierre wastes no time. He grabs you by the waist, pulling you on top of him. While he lays down, you sit on his lap, and he admires the view for a moment before you grind down on him and a groan leaves his mouth. You bent down to give him a kiss and Pierre’s hand finds the back of your head and pulls you closer to him. His other hand rests on your back, and with swift fingers he unclasps your bra.

He throws the piece of clothing away carelessly and breaks the kiss to occupy one of your nipples with his mouth instead. You moan and grind down on his lap. Pierre sucks on your nipple, while his hand plays your other tit. It drives you nearly crazy. Your head falls back and after a while, you swing your left leg down from Pierre. You loop your thumb under the waistband and pull down his pants and his underwear in a swift motion.

His fully erect cock springs free and you can’t help but feel your mouth water. But today was not the day for a blowjob. Today, you wanted him to fuck you hard. So, you get on all fours and Pierre takes the cue. In not more than a second, he is behind you and pulls your panties to the side. You gasp in anticipation when he runs his dick though your already wet folds.

“Pierre, don’t be a tease!”, you whine and in that moment his BeReal notification goes off. “Well, you are lucky!”, he chuckles and in one swift motion he buries his dick deep inside of you. You gasp and Pierre gives you a moment to adjust before he starts to softly thrust into you.

He grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back a bit which makes you moan. In his other hands he takes the phone, and you can her the click when he takes the pictures. You assume he presses send, because the next moment you hear his phone hit the pillows and he pulls you up so that your back touches his chest. “And now, mon ange, we will make the rest of this all about us!”

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the pain comes in waves

pairing: Daryl Dixon x reader

warnings: mention of injury and blood, canon typical violence, swearing, angst

summary: on the way back from a supply one, something goes terribly wrong.

notes: feel free to leave comments and/or feedback. likes and reblogs are always appreciated! also, feel free to send in requests!

disclaimer: English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes 😊

word count: 3.8k

Pain crashed over your body in a wave so powerful it knocked you down. For a moment you thought that you had overlooked a walker crawling on the ground, giving it the perfect opportunity to slam its teeth into your left leg.

You had walked through the forest on your way back from a run to a town nearby. It had been empty, no walkers, no human, not even animals around. It was peaceful and quiet and for a moment you considered staying overnight. But you couldn´t. The rest of the group would be worried sick, they probably already were. You had taking longer than anticipated, stumbling into the town. And through a miracle, it was not raided yet. You took as much stuff with you as you could, remembering the exact location so that you and the others could return. You felt like a pirate who had just dug up a chest full of treasures.

You made your way back, hastily, so that the night would not stretch out its fingers after you. Darkness was dangerous, and the thought of being alone here in the darkness scared you, even though you would never admit it.

The pain was blinding, and you had to blink a few times before you understood what happened. The wave of pain, your walk suddenly stopped in its track, had planted you on the ground, falling backwards, landing on your back hard. It had knocked all the air out of your lungs.

You looked down at your leg and realized that it was engulfed in the spikes of a bear trap, four of the eight metal teeth buried deep in your flesh. You groaned. This was bad. For a moment, you laid back and looked towards the sky. It was blue and beautiful, sunshine falling on your face, and you scoffed slightly. It was warm, but not too hot since a little breeze softly caressed your skin and the branches of the surrounding trees slightly quivered.

It was spring, your favorite season, and you debated whether it was okay to just die here, surrounded by green trees, blooming flowers, the blue sky above you and the sound of water flowing steadily in the little creek next to you.

You closed your eyes for a moment and inhaled. It was not. Your duffel bag, that laid a few inches to your right, was full of stuff the people, your family and friends, needed. You propped yourself up on your elbows and thanked your father that he had been an avid hunter. He had showed you how a bear trap worked when you were just a kid.

You closed your eyes, just for another moment, thinking back to different days. You still remembered the day everything went to shit so vividly. It was a normal evening for you. You had just come home after work, and since you were hungry and tired, you decided to order a pizza.

You had kicked off your shoes straight after entering your apartment, checking the news on your phone. Apparently, a new kind of drug was around, turning people crazy. You shook your head, and searched for a contact on your phone. When you found it, you called the person. Like always, he picked up almost immediately. “Hey Glenn. You workin´ today?” “Hey, yup, I am. The same as usual?” You laughed. “Yes Glenn, thank you! See you in a bit.”

Glenn was a friend of yours, and your life saver. You had met him on your first day here, when you had ordered a pizza. You thought he was cute, and the two of you exchanged numbers that day. You even went on a couple of dates, only to mutually realize that you were better of as friends.

Sometime later, frantic knocking on your door. “Open the fucking door, Y/N!!” You stumbled towards the door, and before you even opened it at all, Glenn pushed himself him, slamming the door shut. “Y/N, I think the fucking world is ending!” You had turned on the TV, both shocked at the picture and the news of the dead now walking the earth. Videos of people biting each other, frantically shouting, people dying. Until suddenly, the power went out.

This moment felt like a lifetime agon. It could have happened last week, or five years ago. Time was not a concept anymore; it was a phenomenon. Glenn and you had stopped function upon seeing these images. Then, autopilot had started in you, and you had gathered your black compound bow, and other items you had deemed helpful. You had snuck out of the apartment building, with nothing more than a big backpack full of clothes, and a few memories of your past life.

Both of your families had lived far away from you, and you knew there was not a slight chance of ever finding them again when you saw the state the world was in. There was only one person you were close with around, and that was your dad. The two of you had jumped into your blue Honda Civic, somehow avoiding the… dead people roaming the streets.

Your dad lived in the forest, outside of Atlanta, and he was still alive when you arrived. He had lots of weapons, being an avid hunter, and for a while life was good. Until it was not anymore, and the forest had suddenly crawled with walkers. You had lost your dad that day. The only thing that you were able to keep of him, apart from a few weapons that did not mean anything, were his hunting knife and one of his flannels.

You and Glenn ran through the forest hand in hand, he pulled you with him, as silent tears streamed down your face, blinding your view. You were alone with Glenn, running, your lungs burning, until suddenly there was another face, a living face. You found yourself looking at a man wearing a leather vest, aiming his crossbow at the two of you. It did not bother you. He could have shot you right there and then, you would not have cared.

“Why ya runnin´ around like tha`?” His accent was thick, indicating that he had lived his whole life in the Southern warmth. Glenn started rambling, while you were silent. You starred holes in the air, almost apathic, yet you were very aware of your surroundings. You took a shaking breath, knowing that you needed to continue. Suddenly, you lifted your bow, grabbed an arrow, and aimed at the man’s head. He was fast, but you were faster. Before he could aim at you, you shoot the walker that had tumbled in your direction, your arrow sticking out of its skull as it fell on the ground.

Daryl didn´t want to admit it, but you had intrigued him. You had looked so weak, so fragile and he had already loathed taking another useless person back to camp. But suddenly you had shot a walker far behind him, even though you still had tears in your eyes.

In a life before this hell, you would have most likely never looked at a man like Daryl Dixon, and he would have hated you. You were one of these perfect, fragile ladies that looked at him with disgust if they even looked at him. You had the perfect life your mum and stepfather always wanted you to have. You had gone to a prestige university, with other rich kids that were just like you. Despite they were not. You hated it there, but you were too caught up trying to be the person your mum wanted you to be that you would have never thought saying this out loud.

In a sense, the apocalypse that freed you from your shitty life, and you could be the person you really were. Fierce, and strong, and a fighter. The only time you had felt like that before the end of the normal world was when you visited your dad. He took you for who you were, and even though he did not have a villa where you could live, or the same amount of money your mother had, but his old, creaky couch felt more than home than your mother’s house ever did. And he took you hunting, taught you how to defend yourself and he sparked the love for archery in you.

And he taught you how to set up and open a beartrap. You opened your eyes and started to hastily pull the lash with your shaking fingers. The tremble only increased when you heard the rattling breath of a walker close by. Before you were able to open the trap, it stumbled over to you and fell right on top of you. The movement twisted your leg, the spikes digging deeper in your flesh. Desperately did you try to pry the walker off you, holding it away as far as possible with one of your arms, while you were trying to reach your weapon.

Back at the prison, Daryl stared to feel uneasy. You were supposed to be back a while ago. And while you were not the most punctual person – it was the apocalypse after all, and who knew what time it was anyway? – you were always, always back at least two hours before the sun set. Some found that weird, but Daryl knew you. You were afraid of being out there alone in the dark, and you would rather leave two hours early than the possibility occurring that you wouldn’t be back before dark.

He nervously chewed on one of his nails, his eyes darting around. Maybe you were back, and he just didn’t notice? But you always, and by that he meant every single time, made sure to look for him straight after returning. It had become a habit after you had become the second hunter at the camp. While most of the time the two of you went together to look out for each other, every time one of you went out alone, either of you made sure to let the other know when you were back. Since moving into the prison, and taking care of the many people from Woodbury, you needed more food, which resulted in Daryl and you going alone more often. Yet, you always let each other know when you were back.

You had somehow managed to hold the walker off and grabbed a stone laying close to you, smashing its skull in. One good thing did come from the encounter – the rush of adrenaline had the pain disappear for a while. You used the momentum and pried the trap open. The moment the metal spikes were removed from the wounds, blood started to gush out. You took off your belt and tied it tightly above your knee to stop as much blood flow as possibly.

You exhaled sharply when you somehow pushed yourself up. The pain was excruciating, almost unbearable. You had never felt such a thing before. Grabbing the duffel bag, you rushed through the items you had found, pulling out one of the orange medicine boxes – and thanked the Earth that you had found painkillers. You took quite a few, possibly too many, but you had to get back. The others needed you and the items in your bag. You swallowed the pills, looked for a stick that could support you while walking, and then you started your journey back to the prison.

Daryl walked around the yard like a caged animal. The sun was almost setting, and you still were not back. It was maddening how helpless he felt. Ever since he noticed that you were not yet back a few hours before, he had found himself in a downwards spiral. What if there were still some crazy Woodbury people out there that were like the governor, and what if they had hurt you, or worse, killed you? Or what if a horde had met you somewhere on the way? What if, what if, what if? Daryl wanted to scream, he wanted to run out in the woods and look for you, but he knew that would not help. You could be God knows where and they could not spare to lose another hunter. And so, Daryl could only wait and hope that you would be back in one piece.

Someone you managed to drag yourself further one step at a time. The pain was intense, even after the many pills, your vision was blurry from the blood loss. You knew that you couldn´t take a break, because if you would have, you would have possible just stayed there until a walker came by to chew on you. It was almost dark now, and you still had quite some way before you. You needed medical attention, but that had to wait until the morning. Suddenly, you remembered the little hut Daryl and you had stopped somewhere around here a few weeks ago. Hastily, you made your way there, knowing it was your only chance to stay alive for the coming night.

When the sun started to set, Daryl did not know what to do with him anymore. He had not attended the shared dinner, so Carol grabbed a bowl for him and walked over to the place where Daryl sat. She had a bright smile on her face which dropped when she saw the pure panic in Daryl’s eyes. Carol sat the place down on a nearby table and rushed over to the man. “Daryl, what is wrong?” “She hasn´t come back, Carol! Y/n… She´s still out ther´ and she´s afrai´ of the dar´ and I oughta go wit´ ´er, but she went alon´, because she´s selfless like tha´ and what if somethin´ happened to ´er?” The woman frowned at the man in front of her, who seemed like he would fall apart any minute.

Carol didn’t know what to say, so she just stepped forward and engulfed the man in a hug. When they parted, she looked at him. “Daryl, listen to me! Y/N is one of the strongest people I know, even if she ran into trouble, she knows how to get out of critical situations! So far, she always came back. “But what if this time is different? What if she never comes back, and my stupid ass never told her tha´ I loved ´er?”

You had luckily found the cabin, slamming the door shut and with the last amount of strength in your body, you pushed some piece of furniture in front of it. You knew that you would not be able to stay awake and alert tonight, and that you needed the rest. Hence, you barricaded the door to ensure no unwanted visitors would stumble upon you tonight. Sitting down on the field bed that was on the room, you pulled out some medical supplies and looked at the wounds on your legs. Your stomach turned when your eyes fell on deep gashes, and you knew you had to do something. Suddenly, you remembered Daryls brother and how he survived cutting his own hand off by cauterizing the wound.

You swallowed, hard. You knew that if you kept these wounds opened, you would be either dead in the morning or too weak to continue walking, which would lead to you dying either way. So, you grabbed some firewood and turned on the oven in the little cabin. After the fire was big enough, you pulled your knives out and starred at them. You knew that you had to do this two times, and you weren´t exactly sure how you would manage one time without falling unconscious.

You heated up two of your knives, pulled the belt tighter one more time and bit down on a piece of closing. Sounds would attract walkers, and you were too weak to fight them. Grabbing the knife, you decided it was now or never, and then you pressed down hard. A whimper left your mouth none the less, the pain being excruciating, your eyes fell shut. Yet, you kept going another time before wrapping the wounds in bandages. You fell asleep soon after, not being sure if you were going to wake up in the next morning.

Daryl had spent the entire night on watch, despite everyone telling him to get some rest. But he couldn’t. If you were to come back, he would be the first person you were to see. He would engulf you in the biggest hug, no matter who would be there and he would just fucking tell you how much you meant to him. He was devasted, and a wreck. Carol had stayed him the most night, followed by Rick. They did not want their friend to be alone, so they kept him company, starring in the dark to see if they could spot you among the walkers that were lazily wandering the field.

When you woke up, you felt a tiny tad better. The wounds still hurt, but the dizziness was almost gone. You pushed yourself out of bed and realized it still hurt like shit, but it was bearable. You collected all your belongings, pushed the piece of furniture out of the way and continued your journey towards the prison. It must be early in the morning since it was still rather dark. Since you were still limping, you figured that you would arrive at the prison by sunrise. With the prospect of proper medical attention, a warm bed and finally being able to see Daryl again, you made your way towards the prison.

The sun slowly started to creep into the day, and you were still not back. Carol had just convinced Daryl to step of the tower to at least eat a few bites for breakfast, when Glenn shouted down. “It´s Y/N, she is back!” Daryl was sure he had never run faster in his life than in this moment. Almost flying towards the gate that was being pulled open by Maggie and Rick, he ran out onto the field and straight towards you. You looked like hell, your clothes dirty and full of blood. He opened it was just walker blood, but when his look fell onto your limping leg, he knew some of it was yours too.

You had barely stepped out of the trees and onto the grass when you heard shouting from the prison. The gate opened and you could see Daryl running towards you. Despite the pain, you limped faster in his direction. When he reached you, he engulfed you in a tight hug, before looking at you. You could see the worry in his eyes, and you softly smiled at him. The sudden feeling of safety made all the adrenaline leave your body and your legs gave out under you, as you fell unconscious.

Daryl had picked you up and rushed you inside the prison, making his way through the crowd that was forming and brought you straight to Hershel. He stayed by your side the whole time, even though Rick and Carol had to push him back a few times so that Hershel could do his work properly. Everyone gasped when Hershel exposed your leg. It didn’t look good. It was swollen and red and the burns looked terribly painful. Everyone wondered how you made it back alive.

First, Hershel didn’t think that he would be able to save your leg, but amidst the chaos of the duffel bag, he found valuable medicine and medical supplies. So, he was able to save your leg and stabilized you, but you just wouldn’t wake up. It had been two days since you had returned, and yet you still were sound asleep. Hershel argued that you possibly just needed the rest, but Daryl couldn´t bear it. You had come back to him, but the possibility that you wouldn’t wake up again was still there.

Daryl had become intolerable, he didn’t talk, and if he did, he snapped. He had spent day and night next to you, holding your hand, changing your bandages, and taking care of you. Today, Carol decided that it had been enough. He needed rest, or at least distraction, and the people needed food. Daryl left for the woods, only when Carol promised that she wouldn’t leave your side.

The warm sun was shining on your face when you slowly opened your eyes. Carol noticed the commotion in the bed and looked down, finding you with open eyes. “Thank God, Y/N. Welcome back in the world of the living!” “What happened?”, you asked confused, and Carol told you everything that had happened since you collapsed in the arms of the gruff hunter.

After Hershel checked up on you, you declared that you needed some fresh air, and some sun on your face. With Carol on your left and Maggie on your right side supporting you, you limped out of the cellblock and to the courtyard. They sat you down in a comfortable chair, and after a while everyone came to talk to you and express, how happy they were to see you well.

When Daryl passed the gate and stepped into the courtyard, he heard a laugh and a voice he would always recognize. He sped up his steps and suddenly, he saw you, sitting in a chair, enjoying the sun. As if you sensed his presence, you looked up and your eyes met his. He dropped his kills on the next table, as he walked over to you. You lifted yourself up, and the group of people surrounding you left to give the two of your privacy.

You tumbled a few steps in his directions, your leg still unsteady, barely holding your weight. But before you could fall, he wrapped his arms around your waist and engulfed you in a tight hug. Once he let go, Daryl helped you to a bench close by and the two of you sat down. There was no distance between you, his arm was brushing against his body, and suddenly, he took of your hands in his.

“Don’t eve´ do that again!”, the man besides you said, holding your hand tighter, “I wouldn't've known what to do if ya aint came back!” You sighed. “Daryl, I can´t promise you that this will never happen again. This world is dangerous and we could die every day.” He nodded. “I kno`. That´s also why I need to talk to ya. At first, I was scare´ to fall in love with ya, because I know I couldn’t live with myself if anything happene´ to ya. But a while ago I realized that it was kinda too late for that – I fell in love with ya, y/n and I wante´ to tell ya for a long time, just never really had the balls…” You squeezed his hand and smiled at him. “I like you too, Daryl.”

You rested his head on his shoulder, and he put his arm around you. It was a silent promise that from now on, the two of you would protect each other, no matter what.

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caught in the rain

pairing: Lando Norris x driver!reader

warnings: mentioning of crash, major injuries and blood (graphic description of a wound), swearing, angst, Max Verstappen is being a dick, sexism, misogyny

summary: on a particularly rainy day everything that could possibly go wrong, goes wrong and Lando is left in pieces.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language. Feel free to leave comments and/or feedback. Also, a like and reblog is always appreciated.

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The view is minimal. The rain is pouring down and you can’t see shit. No matter how often you wipe over your visor, a clear view is almost non existing. You can make out distinct shapes, shadows flying by. It concerns you. You have never driven in such horrendous conditions before.

When you drive around the corner, you almost feel that it is too late in the same moment that you see it. Your gut feeling kicks in, but it is too late to do anything. Out of nowhere, there is another car in front of you. You managed to slam the brakes, but the impact is heavy non the less. You feel your entire body thrown forward by the force of the impact, there is a sharp pain in your lower abdomen. You can feel your flesh squelch, it is a disgusting feeling, but it is soon forgotten when your car finally comes to a halt.

You inhale, you exhale, and then you try and lift yourself out of your car. Your seatbelt clamps for a moment, until it budges, and you are free. You grab onto the car, using every ounce of strength to pull yourself up. You somehow manage to do it, climbing out. Your body feels heavy, and you feel disorientated. The driver of the car you crashed into is out, luckily, you can see him standing next to his car. You don’t know who it is, the rain conceals his identity.

It is like you are frozen in place while the earth seems to go under around you. The rain gets heavier - you didn’t think that is possible - and suddenly you feel a little dizzy. The adrenaline is possibly wearing off. You look up and see a person walking towards you with fast steps, feet crunching on the gravel. It might be Daniel, or Lando, as the person approaching you is dressed in an orange suit.

He reaches you and pulls you in a hug. Your helmets clink together and your ears ring upon the sound. Your head starts to hurt, and you feel like crying. You realise that you are actually crying when the person in front of you gently takes your helmet off before freeing their own head. You look in the kind and worried eyes of Lando. You blink, he pulls of his gloves and then he gently wipes away your tears.

“You are going to be alright!” It sounds like your head is wrapped in cotton. You can barely hear him. He checks your body for visible signs of injury, but the red suit hides the truth. You look fine to him, just panicked possible. You don’t respond to his words, so he is worried. He knows he has to get you away from there.

The rain on your face grounds you and a strange sense of endlessness washes over you. You feel calm despite the pain being your steady companion by this point. The little cut on your abdomen is throbbing, and you can feel your heartbeat in the wound. It is a strange feeling, and you almost start to laugh. Lando loops his arm around your waist and his hand lays on top of your cut. You grind your teeth.

“Let’s get you out of here!”, he says, and you nod. Lando is relieved, you seem to have your senses partially collected again. Your feet are heavy on the gravel, you have to muster all your concentration. One foot in front of the other, you tell yourself. It feels like the wetness of the rain makes your body a hundred times more heavy, and you trip. Lando grabs onto your side with more force, digging his fingers into your wound. You pant, it hurts. He looks at you, worry in his eyes again, all the relief washing away.

He unloops his arm from your waist, instead grabs both of your shoulders. You can see his lips moving, he is talking to you, gently shaking you. He is trying to shake you back into reality, he is trying to ground you by speaking in a soft voice, but everything feels indifferent to you. You look at him, and somehow you have to smile before a particularly bad wave of pain hits you and your legs give out.

Lando catches you, now he is not simply worrying anymore, he is panicking. He screams for help into the rain that seems to wash away the world, slowing time, altering reality. He holds you, and just as he is about to caress your cheek once again, he notices the blood on his hand. Again, he checks your body, and he now stops the rip in the fabric. His fingers are shaky - the rain is cold and he is dreading what his eyes are about to see - but he carefully pushes the two sides of the rip apart and he gasps.

The wound is throbbing, with every shaky breath you take more blood leaves it. Lando is shocked, but he remembers the first aid protocols. He takes his baklava, and he presses it on the wound. You pant, again, a whine leaving your lips. Your eyes are closed and Lando can’t wake you up, no matter how hard he tries.

Finally, the medics arrive. They have to pry you out of Lando’s arms, he doesn’t wanna leave you. They do their job with professional coldness, and when they are gone, Lando is alone. He sits in the rain, until suddenly, another orange figure appears from the rain. Daniel helps Lando up and escorts him into his motor home. With a shaky voice Lando tells Daniel what happens. And then he starts to cry. Lando can’t remember crying this much since he was a little kid. Daniel hugs him and Lando finds comfort in his older teammate. Daniel is worried about you as well, of course he is. You are like his little sister. But he is older, he has to be strong. For Lando and for you.

Lando is a bit more collected after a while, and without a word he gets up and stumbles into the bathroom. He tries to wash away the blood - your blood - it doesn’t work at first. He rubs them again, uses soap another time. The turns the water hotter, so hot it almost burns him. Even when the blood is long gone, he still keeps his hands under the water. He feels numb. When he turns off the tab, he feels like there is still red stains on his fingers. He changes into jeans and a hoodie of his which you wore last. It smells like you. When he is done, he buries his hands in his pocket so that he doesn’t have to look at them anymore.

Daniel still sits on the sofa, still in his race suit. They stay there for a few moments, both trying to reach anyone at Ferrari. Someone that could tell them what happened. They cannot reach anyone, so they decide to get outside und find out what is happening.

When Daniel and Lando exit the motor home, somehow everyone seems to know. There is an eerie quietness coating the grid, the track, the different paddocks like a dome. It envelopes everyone, slowly creeping under the skin like the cold. It rains, it still does. And somehow Lando finds comfort in that. It gives him the illusion that everything is still the same as it was a couple of hours ago.

“What a shit day for a race!”, you exclaim as you pull your Ferrari jacket over your head to somehow stop the rain from getting your hair wet. You hate that, when your hair gets wet from the rain, Lando knows this. You say it makes your hair look like shit, hating when the wet strands cling to your skin. Lando finds you the most adorable, when your hair sticks to your face, because he has a reason to touch you then. To gently brush it out of your face. You smile at him when he does it, so it’s always his favourite thing. But he values your comfort and happiness over his, so he extends his arm and motions for you to stand next to him under his orange umbrella. You happily accept, and Landos doesn’t mind that he gets wet now when you are here next to him.

The rain is not too bad, but continually. It doesn’t get worse, it just exists. Slowly, lazily do the drops fall onto the floor, leaving little puddles. It’s not that bad, Lando tells you. “Yeah, I know. Just hope it doesn’t get worse!” Lando nods, he agrees with you. Too much rain is dangerous in your profession.

You chat a bit before you say goodbye and make your way to the Ferrari paddock. Red is your colour, Lando thinks this once again as you run across the lane to reach the safety and dryness of the Ferrari garage. You are greeted by Carlos, Lando sees that much. The knot of jealousy in his stomach grows when you hug him. He stands there in the rain under his umbrella watching you from afar, his body burning hot despite the cold surrounding him.

“You should finally tell her!” Lando gets startled. He turns around to see his teammate looking at him with a look in his eyes he can’t quite decipher. Was it pity? Or encouragement? With the rain blinding his view, Lando can’t really tell. He knows that denial isn’t going to do it, he had told Daniel a while ago that he liked you. It came as no news to the Australian, who had already noticed the longing, pining looks the younger McLaren driver gave you whenever you were around. The had noticed the way Lando lit up when he talked to you and how happy he was when you were happy.

Daniel knew you as well, you were like a little sister to him and he was sure that you liked Lando as well. You behaved different around him, more relaxed, more like yourself. “If todays race goes well, I will tell her.”

One week later

He wishes that he would have told you before. He had liked you for a long time, and now that he thinks about it, the two of you could’ve had many amazing moments as more than just friends. Things would have been different then. He thinks that as he sits by your hospital bed. It wouldn’t have changed anything about your accident, but maybe it would have changed something about the way he feels about it. Now, he feels like he didn’t live life to the fullest when he still had the possibly. He feels dreadful. Every day feels the same, everything feels the same.

He gets up, he works out, he goes to the hospital and sits on your bed until the nurses tell him to go home. They look at him with pity. Some days, Daniel, or Carlos, or someone else would come to visit you as well. Your room is big, and it is full of presents, cards, and flowers. Everyone confesses your love for you and it makes Lando physically sick. Not the gesture generally, just the fact that some of the people leaving you presents, and cards had badmouthed you a few days ago. He picks up a card from Max and he wants to rip it in tiny pieces, but he knows it is not his place. So, he puts it back, slips in his jacket and he leaves the hospital.

You sit in between Max and Lewis for the press conference. While the presence of the older driver calms you, the present of the Red Bull driver makes you uneasy. It’s not like you don’t like him, or that he generally dislikes you. But he thinks that you shouldn’t be here - he thinks that women do not belong in Formula One. He had stated that in multiple interviews, whenever he was asked. It was one thing to read that the Max Verstappen basically denies you your existence. It’s another that you will possibly hear it right to your face today.

And you know that the world is watching - everyone has been waiting for this moment. Everyone itches for the drama. The press, other team principles, haters of you, wanted to find a flaw in your performance that screamed weakness - a weakness they could later exploit. You knew that the other drivers were possibly watching from their paddocks or motor homes as well.

You put on your best poker face that usually always brings you through any interview, no matter how sexist, misogynist, or how unpleasant your interview partner was. You are used to it by now. For the most part, the journalists spare you with the dreadful question. Until one point, one of them turns to Max. “Max, you have expressed multiple times that you don’t think that woman belong in Formula One. Has your opinion on this changed now that y/n has shown remarkable results in her second year?”

Lewis wants to jump to your rescue, but you motion him not too. It was not worth it, you know that. “I am by all means impressed by the results y/n has collected so far. However, that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t think that woman belong in this sport.” You exhale. That wasn’t too bad, that could’ve been worse. But it gets worse the next moment.

“We all know that y/n most likely isn’t here because of her success in Formula Two. I know many drivers that had better results than her. She is here because she is a woman. She is here, because Ferrari thinks they will get more sponsors if they present themselves as inclusive and modern. She is here, because someone in the high ranks decided that the straight male Formula One fans need something to look at as well. She is here solely for one reason: Because she is a woman, not because she has outstanding skills on the grid.”

The room becomes eerily quiet. You know that everyone is watching you right now, and you can almost feel the tears filling your eyes. But only almost. You swallow them down, hard. You clench your firsts and anger is crashing over you like waves. There is no sound, Lewis looks at you concerned. You raise your voice.

“Maybe Max should be more concerned about his own standings in the charts - I believe he is fourth now, behind Lewis, Charles, and myself - before he starts to make assumptions about why I am here. All I can say, and I wholeheartedly believe this, is that I am here because I deserve it. Not because I am a woman, but because I am a good driver. For any other questions, please refer to my manager. Fine me if you want, but I don’t need to sit here and be insulted like that.” You get up and you walk out of the room, head high.

Before you reach your motor home, the tears start to fall. You lower your head, looking down on your feet. God forbid someone saw you like this. You arrive at your motor home the same time as Lando. He pants, anger written all over his face. “What a fucking dick! Y/n, don’t you believe on word, I…” You look up and his features soften when he sees that you are crying. He takes your hand and leads you into your room. He closes the door and gently guides you to the sofa that is placed in one corner. You break down then, in the safety of your room and with the comfort the man you appreciate so dearly. He is always there for, the bestest of friends - and maybe more. He just holds you, and he tells people to give you a bit of time when they knock on the door.

When you are done crying, he holds you for a little more. He wipes the dried tears from your face. He gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead and you look at him with the expression he will never forget. It says everything that you can’t say right now, it speaks desperation, pain to him and he swears that as long as he exists, you will never look at him or anyone else like this.

Another week later

It is the first race since your accident. Lando feels alienated. He has to realise that apparently more people than Daniel know what he feels for you. He knows Daniel would never have told anyone, but apparently his behaviour has said enough. He hopes that one day, you and he will laugh about it, how stupid the two of you were. Everyone is either awfully careful towards him, like he is an egg or a little child. Or they avoid him, as they don’t know how to deal with him.

Yet, they all go about their way, their day, line nothing has happened. Lando wants to scream, he wants to punch, he wants to wrack havoc to the McLaren paddock. But instead, he is quiet. He has been really quiet like this, ever since the doctors told him your diagnosis.

“She suffered from a wound in her lower abdomen, the piece of metal punctured her organs. We were able to close the wound during the emergency surgery. She broke her femur in her left leg, three cracked ribs. She should be able to recover from these injuries, however she also suffered a heavy head trauma. We are very concerned about that.”

“What does that mean? Is she going to be okay?”, Lando does not care how pleadingly he sounds. He is desperate, he feels like his life is falling apart. Your accident has marked a new chapter in his life, it feels like the beginning of the end. “We have done everything that was medically possibly. It is up to her and her body to heal now. We assume that she will be fine as she is a healthy and fit young woman, but I cannot promise you anything. I am very sorry, Mister Norris.”

Lando can feel that something pulls at the loose thread, and slowly but steady everything becomes disintegrated. He feels like he is pulled apart from the inside. His heart breaks as he thinks about the possibility that you might not wake up and he will never have the opportunity to tell you how he feels.

Lando had done good in qualifying. He is not entirely sure why, as he is distracted. Racing is his life, being in Formula One had been his childhood dream. Usually, when he stepped into the car, he feels like one of the happiest people on the planet. When he sits down in his car today, he feels nothing really. He is empty, all he wants to do is being by your side.

However, when he pulls out of the garage and grips the steering wheel a bit tighter, he is suddenly becoming strangely focused. He knows that this day is his opportunity to forget everything at least for a few hours, and he grabs that straw. Focusing on the grid, on the race, everything else leaves his mind.

When he crosses the line first, it feels surreal. It feels wrong to celebrate, so he doesn’t really. He kisses his fist and holds it up towards the sky. In the same moment it starts to rain and Lando cannot help but see this as a sign. He held his fist towards the sky, as if you were already dead, but you aren´t but it starts to rain and maybe that means something.

He shakes his head. He drives to the garage and gets out of the car. The team congratulates him, he acknowledges it with a small smile and goes for his phone. No messages. No good news, but also no bad news. He makes his way to the podium, and as he holds the trophy and lifts it up, he has to cry. Luckily, the rain covers up his tears, and Lando feels like he ancient in this moment.

When he returns to the McLaren garage, it is empty and Lando is confused. Where is everyone? He expected people to cheer, but he is glad they are not. It would not have felt right. But now he is alone, and that is almost worse. He looks around, and then he hears it. Daniel is softly speaking to someone. From what Lando can make out, they are coming from outside, walking through the rain.

He steps out and he almost drops to his knees. As the rain hits his body, he cannot care less. Daniel walks towards him, and you are by his side. You have a determined look on your face as you rest our weight on crutches. You struggle a bit and Lando would have laughed, but he doesn’t know what emotion to feel first.

So, instead, he starts to run. Even though it is just a short distance, he pants when he reaches you and Daniel just keeps in the background. Lando stands in front of you, still breathing hard and you look at him. Your hair sticks to your face. “What are you doing?”, his voice is barely audible, nothing more than a whisper, “Your hair is getting wet!”

You look at him, and your mouth explodes into a grin while your eyes fill with tears. “I almost died, and this is the first thing you say to me?” And with that, something in Lando snaps and he suddenly feels everything at once. He starts to cry, and he laughs, and he takes a step forward and rests his forehead on yours.

You both close your eyes, bathing in each others presence. “I thought I had lost you”, Lando rasps, “I have never felt a worse feeling in my whole life. And I realized I should have told you way earlier, and I am sorry I didn’t. I am utterly and completely in love with you, y/n. I don’t care if you are not, but I need you to know, I –“

“Lando”, you say, “you are such an idiot. I have been crushing on you since I feel like forever.” Lando takes a step back and looks at you. Then he gently tugs one of the wet strands of hair behind your ear. “Can I kiss you?” You nod. He kisses you, and it feels like the debris his life was in for the past two weeks slowly but steadily pull themselves back together until he is not falling apart anymore, but rather falling for you only more.

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #formula 1 imagine #mclaren #formula one x reader #formula 1 fanfic #f1 x you

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After the first kiss Part four of “Eh, what the fuck is wrong with him?” Part One can be found here Part Two can be found here Part Three can be found here

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

warnings: mention of crash and injury (minor, such as bruising and concussion), swearing, use of y/n but some established family relations (mentioning of death of a loved one), enemies to lovers

summary: After your crash, you and Max spent some deserved time-out in Portugal. And under the Portuegese sun and warmth, the two of you had slowly warmed up to each other. The next months you spend growing together even closer.

notes: The first part was written inspired by a prompt saying: one-sided rivalry where one of them wants fierce competition and the other one is just “eh? what the hell is wrong with this person?” Since we love ourselves some good enemies to lovers, I really wanted to write this. The second and third part are rather fluffy. Here comes the fourth and the last part for now. Most likely there will follow some oneshots in the "Eh, what the fuck is wrong with him?" universe, but not right now. Instead, I am currently writing on some one shots for both Pierre Gasly and Charles Leclerc. Furthermore, I got my first request, which I am super excited for! So, here is a quick reminder that you can always send in requests! <3 Btw: Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist :)

taglist: @hungryhungarian @marciabito @idkiwantchocolatee @taina-eny @holy-macncheese-balls @maxxiemoo @mytinycrazymind

disclaimer: English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. Feel free to leave comments and/or feedback <3 A reblog, like and comment is always appreciated.

word count: 3k

Day Eleven – Thursday

After your kiss you had stayed in the water for a bit, before you walked back to your house, wrapped in your towels, Max´ arm around you. Both of you had changed into cozy clothes and you sat on the porch watching the stars until you were both tired.

You were about to go to sleep in your bed, when Max showed up in the door, nervous. “Can I stay with you tonight?” You smiled and he crawled into the bed next to you. He immediately pulled you into his arms and you cuddled the whole night.

When you woke up, Max was already awake, looking at you. You smiled at the boy and a sudden wave of happiness hit you. “What´s up, Schatje?” You sighed content. “I am just very happy.” Max smiled back at you. “Me too”, he said and pulled you in for a kiss.

A few hours later you are in the plane on your way to next race. You spent most of the flight sleeping on Max´ shoulder, as you wanted to get in as much rest as possible. He didn’t mind, he actually enjoyed it a lot. You made him feel safe and just all around happy.

You arrived at your destination around midday. You said your preliminary goodbyes at the airport and decided that you would travel to the hotel separately. While you had let your fans and the world know that you were now friends, you were not quite ready to tell anyone about the next step in your interpersonal relationship.

The love between the two of you was still very much blooming, and you wanted to take it slow. Just a little over a week ago you and your teammate had engaged in an enmity - even though it had been one-sided - it had still been there. Furthermore, both of you had to catch up with your respective media teams and other personnel, so that you would be best prepared for the race. You also had to meet the team doctor for a final checkup to see if you were okay to drive again. Once he cleared you for the race, you started your preparation as well.

Whenever you could, you texted Max. Interaction between the two of you in the Red Bull Garage were friendly, but due to the busy surroundings rare anyway. Neither of you landed a podium that weekend, which made you feel a bit bummed, but since you were generally happy, it didn’t matter that much. The team went out for dinner on Sunday and Christian Horner held a little speech about how happy he was that his two champions had finally made peace with each other. You smiled and sent a text to Max. “If only he knew…” Max looked at you and grinned.

The summer break

Max and you had to put your date plans on hold until the summer break. In between races, both of you either went home or visited your families – which for you was the same, but for Max that meant travelling in between Monaco and the Netherlands. Yet, you stayed in close contact, texting back and forth and facetiming almost every day. You didn’t put a label on it yet, you just enjoyed talking to each other and getting to know each other better.

However, you had enough to do in between the races as well. Not only did you have to focus on your training, you were also organizing your move to Monaco. In recent years it had become a trend for the drivers to move to that country, so when you signed a contract over two years with Red Bull and delivered results good enough that you were sure you would have a place for the next couple of seasons, you had started to look at apartments in Monaco. You hadn’t told anyone except for Charles, who helped you with all the documentation and everything generally. You were glad to call him your friend.

When summer break rolled around, you and Max had finally managed to find a day and time for a date. You had decided to meet in Monaco, as you wanted to check out an apartment anyway. The pictures had looked amazing, more like a dream and it felt surreal that you were actually able to afford such a place.

Max had booked you a private booth in an exclusive restaurant on the waterfront, where you could be sure that no one saw you. Especially because Max had managed to convince the owner to let you enter the restaurant through the backdoor. It felt like you were part of a spy movie, and you couldn’t help but grin to yourself as you entered the restaurant.

Max was already sitting at your table, and when he saw you, his whole face lit up. He practically jumped off his chair and rushed over to engulf you in a bone crushing hug. You didn’t mind though, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You could feel him kissing the top of your head and you practically melted.

A few minutes later, you were seated as well. “I missed you”, Max said as he held your hands and gently stroked your skin with his thumbs. “Tell me about it!”, you answered and smiled at the man, “What have you been up to?” “I spent lots of time with my family and friends.” “That sounds very nice!” Max smiled at you. “It was, but I would have loved to spend more time with you!”

The two of you engaged in a conversation over dinner and dessert and a glass of wine. After a couple of hours which went by like nothing, Max suggested that the two of you could go for a walk. After all, it was dark now, and the possibility of the two of you being seen together was rather small. You walked out of the restaurant and onto the rather empty streets of Monaco. Max took you to the harbor. You had walked in silence for a bit, just enjoying each others company.

Until Max started to speak again. “I really missed you terribly, y/n. And I thought about you, us, a lot. I want to get to know you, all of you. But I feel like during the season, between the races, there is not enough time for that…” You frowned at his words. For a moment you were afraid that he was going to say that it wasn’t going to work.

“I thought about it a lot, and I wanted to tell you that I want to see where this with us is going. I want to put all the effort in I can, fuck, I will even fly to wherever you are in between the races to spend time with you. I want to commit to this, to us, because I realized I am in love with you.” You smiled at him, tears in your eyes at his confession. “I feel the same, Max. I want this to work out.”, you looked at the man, “And I think I have good news for you.”

He looked at you in anticipation. “I am currently planning my move to Monaco, actually!” Max was silent for a moment, then he engulfed you in a hug, lifted you off your feet and spun you around one time. You shrieked because he scared you, and then you laughed. He put you back on your feet, but he kept you in his arms. His hands rested on your hips, and you looked up to him. You hadn’t seen him this happy in a while. “That is great news, y/n. I didn’t think you could have made me happier, but you actually just did”, with that, he leaned forward and united his lips with yours.

After your date, you went to Max´ place, where you also stayed the night. In between the sheets, the two of you whispered more confessions to each other, growing together even closer. The next morning you met with Charles and went to look at the apartment, which was as nice as on the pictures. You signed the lease right there and then, and you were lucky that you could even move in as soon as next week. You sent Max a text and went out to lunch with Charles, were the two of you celebrated your upcoming move to Monaco. Afterwards, you sat in a café to organize the move, and in the evening, you met for dinner with Max to celebrate as well. He promised you all the help you needed, and you gladly accepted.

You moved the next weeks, your things from home being delivered and sat up in your new apartment. Yet, the new space was a lot bigger, so you had to go out and buy new furniture as well. And, after all, you were still a woman, and woman loved to go shopping for decoration. Max and Charles accompanied you, which was nice. And since you were now officially friends and Max and Charles got along as well, you weren’t so worried about anyone seeing you on something so trivial as shopping new furniture. You even posted a video of Max and Charles sweating as they were carrying a particularly heavy piece of furniture. You even persuaded them to take a picture of you sitting on a chair they carried, which you posted instantly.

You loved your fans and supporters and loved interacting with them. They made the hate comments bearable and never failed to make you smile. After you posted the pictures, the comments quickly flew in.

“Look at her, she is so pretty!”

“Hahaha I love her, she is literally so funny and her newly found friendship with Max is adorable. I am honestly just waiting for the two to announce that they are dating!”

“Wow, she looks like a queen sitting on a throne!”

Max sent you a screenshot of the last comment and wrote something to it. “It is true, you look like a queen – my queen!” You smiled at you phone, shot him a short smile as well, and then you went back to work. After you had loaded all the furniture, decorations, and pillows into the van you had rented, you drove to your apartment. At your apartment you were joined by Danny and his best friend who had kindly offered to help you out as well.

Once you were done, all of you sat in between boxes and furniture scattered in your apartment. It was exhausting enough to carry everything up, so you decided tomorrow was another day. Furthermore, you knew you had to use the summer break to rest as well. At some point, everyone went home, and you unpacked the first box before you head to bed.

You woke up to your phone ringing next morning. You groaned and rolled over to pick up. “Hello?”, you said, still sleepy. “Good morning!”, Max happy voice sounded from the phone, “Get ready, I will pick you up in an hour, I have a surprise for you. Pack a swimming suit though.” With that, he hung up and you groaned.

You got up soon after and an hour later Max was in front of your door. You had decided to just wear your bikini straight up, as well as the dress from Portugal. “You look beautiful, schatje.” “Thanks Max!” He pulled you in a kiss. “So, what are we doing today?”, you asked curiously. He grinned at you: “Just wait and see.”

Thirty minutes later you ended up standing on a yacht. You looked at the ocean in awe as the shoreline got smaller and smaller by the second. Max approached you from behind, wrapping his arms around your torso. “Never took you for the romantic type, Mister Verstappen.” “Well, I have just never had someone that deserved being treated like this until I met you.” You blushed at his words.

The two of you spent the day sunbathing, jumping into the ocean (and conjuring the weirdest figures you could come up with) and just enjoying spending time together. When the sun set, the crew brought out dinner, and Max and you sat down at the table. The dinner was spent laughing and talking.

After you finished, you and Max laid down on the deck to watch the stars. “Look, a shooting star!”, you exclaimed, “Make a wish!” Max let out a deep chuckled. “There is only one more thing I could wish for…”, he said. “Don’t say it, or it won´t come true!” “I will take the chance. Y/n, would you be my girlfriend?”

The day on the yacht had been the day you and Max had officially – at last for the two of you – become a couple. You had laid awake most of the nights talking about your relationship. Both of you agreed to keep it a secret – for now at least. You decided to only tell your family, as you knew you could trust them.

Last race of the season

The second part of the season had gone well for both of you. While it was already clear that Lewis would be become world champion, you were more than ready for the last race. You had managed to secure the second place in the constructor’s championship and Max, and you had been on the podium few times.

But you were to yet win a race. You knew there was always the next season, but it would have been sweet to finish the last of the season as the fastest. You arrived in Abu Dhabi on Wednesday, and as soon as you existed the airport, you were positively overwhelmed. Everything was huge, and you were greeted by hundred of fans. You waved, signed, and took pictures with everyone, in awe of how kind everyone was.

Of course, the reporters were there as always. “Y/n y/l/n, do you feel well prepared for the last race of the season.” You smiled at the camera. “I´d like to say so, yes. This season has been very good for Red Bull, and for both Max and I, but I would obviously love to end this season on especially good terms!” “As you already mentioned Max, ever since the two of you have ended your enmity, there have been rumors around of you two dating. Many fans said that they wished for it to happen rather sooner than later. Any comments on that?” You chuckled. “Well, I guess we will all have to see what the future holds. Have a good day!” The reporter nodded. “Thank you for your time, and good luck!”

Max came over to your room that night to stay with you. You were used to sneak around each other by now and you had discussed to finally come clear. You would inform your friends, which were mostly the other drivers, during the celebrations of the last race. You had come clean to your team about your relationship and albeit not being very happy about it in the beginning, they realized that it didn’t affect your work. The opposite if anything. The two of you pushed each other to the limits on track.

Before you really realized that you were now in Abu Dhabi, qualifying rolled around. Max secured third, you fifth, which was not what you hoped for, but decent. On Sunday, you were more excited than usually. Normally, you were calm, but today was different. It felt like your nerves were on fire. You felt like today was going to be a good race. You sneaked in a quick kiss in Max´ drivers room before you sat in your car. You drove to your position, and just like that, the race started.

Max had fallen behind you at some point, you didn’t know why or how, but he was currently in fourth position, while you were in second. You had driven like mad, pushing the cars to its limit. “Y/n, only few laps to go, and there is very little distance to Lewis in front. Push, y/n, push!” “Copy that!”, you said and drove faster than even. Somehow, you didn’t really know how, you managed to overtake Lewis in the last lap. When you saw the chequered flag, you started to cry tears of joy. You could hear your engineers cheer over the radio, Christian praising you, but it sounded far away.

When you parked the car, your team almost pulled you out of the car to celebrate your win. You took the flag of your home country and waved it around. You gave it to your dad and climbed onto the hood of your car. You cheered with both of your fists in the air before you jumped off the car into the crowd of your teammates. The pictures of this moment were later declared as one of the coolest celebrations by F1 fans around the world. This moment was just for you, but it got even better, when you found out that Max had landed third place, Lewis on second.

Your team rushed you to the podium shortly after, you could have sworn life had never been better. You looked over to Max who looked at you with so much love and proudness and your heart filled. People liked to say that he wasn’t a kind person, that his only objective was to win, no matter what. But he wasn’t like that – he was ambitious, of course, who wasn’t? But you could tell that he indulged you your win with all off his heart.

You lifted the trophy in the air, the cheers insanely loud. You had managed what only few had managed before – you were the first woman in Formula One, and now the first female winner of a Grand Prix. You opened the champagne and started to spray Lewis and Max and life was good. When you were done and wet, you hugged Lewis, then you ran to Max and jumped into his arms. He caught you, you wrapped your legs around him and he lifted you up. “Hey y/n, how about instead of telling them, we show them?” You laughed. “Just kiss me, Max.” And with that, he did.

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Falling in love in ten days - Day six to ten Part three of “Eh, what the fuck is wrong with him?” Part One can be found here Part Two can be found here

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

warnings: mention of crash and injury (minor, such as bruising and concussion), swearing, use of y/n but some established family relations (mentioning of death of a loved one), enemies to lovers

summary: After your crash, you and Max are spending some deserved time-out in Portugal. And under the Portuegese sun and warmth, the two of you are slowly warming up to each other.

taglist: @hungryhungarian @marciabito @idkiwantchocolatee @taina-eny @holy-macncheese-balls @maxxiemoo

disclaimer: English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. Feel free to leave comments and/or feedback <3

word count: 2.9k

Day Six – Saturday

You woke up to loud music blasting. “Y/N!!”, Max pounded against your door, “It is time to wake up!!” “Oy, fuck off!”, you shouted, but laughed out loud. “Can I come in? Are you dressed?” “Yes!”, you yelled back. Max busted into your room, radiating happiness, his phone in his hand. “You are filming?!?”, you exclaimed. “Yes, for all the people out there spreading rumors about us two dating!” “What the fuck?”, you laughed even louder and grabbed one of your pillows. With all the force you could gather you threw it in Max´s direction, hitting him in the head. “I hope you filmed that!”, you said, howling with laughter.

He nodded. “I actually did film that, you idiot!” You sat up in bed and looked at him. “So, what´s all this for?” “Today we are working out together, I will see you outside your room ready in 10 minutes.” You rolled your eyes. “Fine!”

The two of you had gone for a morning run, as well as a workout in the gym. It was quite nice, working out together. You were surprised how quickly you had healed with the proper rest. Still, you were taking it a bit slower. You wore nothing than your sports bra and leggings, your usual workout look. Max ditched his shirt after a while, and you could not help but steal a look from time to time. He was quite attractive indeed, and you were surprised that he had not landed any model jobs yet.

It was not like it was a usual thing for Formular One drivers to be casted as models – Danny and you were in front of cameras for shootings quite regularly, and others drivers occasionally got cast too. “Hey Max”, you approached the man while you were still running on the treadmill, “Why is that you never do modeling jobs? You clearly have the physique and the looks for it – do you simply not want to?” Max shrugged his shoulders. “I don´t know, there was never an offer that convinced me. And I also don’t think I could do as good as a job as you.” You were surprised. “You saw my pictures?” Max nodded, while he got up on the treadmill next to you. “I follow you on Instagram, and maybe I have googled you once or twice before.”

“You have?!?”, you said with an exaggerated gasp, “Stalker much?” You nudged him in the side with your hand, grinning at him. “You gotta be up to date with the competition, Y/N”, Max laughed, yet you could see a slight blush on his cheek. “Whatever you say.” You grinned at the man and shifted your focus back on the exercises.

After the workout you were sweaty and warm, so you looked pleadingly over to Max. “What do you want from me, Y/N”, he laughed and playfully rolled his eyes at you. “Go for a swim with me?”, you gave him your best puppy eyes and Max could not resist. “If it is your biggest wish, I will.” “Thank you!”, you shot the man a smile, grabbed your towel and walked through the door, the Dutch following you.

The two of you stood in front of the ocean, took in the view of the water against the skyline and you were once again stunned by the beauty of this place. You dropped your towel in the sand and looked at Max. “On three?” “Sure!” You grabbed his hand. “One, Two, Three!” The two of you sprinted towards the water, and into the waves. You splashed each other and laughed freely.

Day Seven – Sunday

On the seventh day you realized that you were slowly but steadily falling in love with your teammate. It was different, it did not feel like being a teenager, your heart was not racing, and your hormones were not going crazy. It was… more mature than that. Since you had all the excitement on the tracks, the nerves also stretched thin, you had started to look for something else in love that blushing and nervousness. You needed someone that could ground you. Someone you could relax around, someone that could made all the stress you were under disappear with just a gaze in your direction or a simple touch.

And that man was Max Verstappen with his ocean eyes. You were not overwhelmed by your emotions because the Dutch was openly mirroring your feelings. The two of you hadn’t talked about it, but you could feel it in the way you looked at you, smiled at you and the way he behaved around you. Of course, you could not be entirely sure, but you had known him for a while now, so you were able to at least read most of his emotions.

It had been another very relaxing day, and you felt very calm and at ease. Being it with Max felt easy, and natural to you. You unfolded in his presence, shaking of the stress of the Formula One World. And you could feel that it was the same for you. You had not seen him laughing this much, and he seemed so relaxed.

“Being relaxed looks good on you”, you said to him after dinner, and took a sip from your wine. Max smiled at you. “Thank you, Y/N. I don’t think I would have been this relaxed at home to be fair.” You tilted your head. “What do you mean?” Max smiled at you. “You help me calm down. One look at just doing normal things like reading, or smiling, or anything really, and I am suddenly at ease. I have not felt this relaxed in a long while, and I wanted to thank you for that.” You smiled shyly, a little brush creeping onto your cheeks.

“I have to thank you, because I feel the same. Being around you feels so… natural. I feel alive and free, and I love that. Thank you, Max.” You two smiled widely at each other and enjoyed the comfortable silence. “Y/N, I know this might come off weird considering that I did not talk more than a few words to you a couple of days ago, but actually I have been enchanted by you since the first I have met you”, the man took a deep breath, seemingly to gather his courage, “So I wanted to ask if you would maybe do me the honor of going on a date with me tomorrow?” “Max, I would love nothing more than that.”

Day Eight – Monday

You decided to go to one of the villages close by again, after a chilled start in the day with some work out and a nice breakfast. First, the two of you had both thought about going to Lisbon, but you were not really that keen on meeting any fans.

Normally, you loved taking pictures and talking with them, but this time off was just for Max and you. And especially today was just for the two of you. You had decided for the new summer dress you had bought on the market, and your favorite pair of shoes. When you had met Max at the car, he smiled widely. “You look gorgeous, Y/N.” He looked very handsome himself. Some denim shorts paired with a short dress shirt. You thanked him for the compliment and entered the car.

This time, the drive was a bit longer than the last time. You turned on some chilled music and the two of you sat in comfortable silence. After a few minutes, you thought about Max asking you out again, and you had to smile widely. For a moment you hesitated, but then you placed your hand on his, which was resting on the shifting stick. Max looked at your hands, looked at you, and then smiled widely at you. Then he grabbed your hand, so that it was now under his and on the stick. You giggled a little and just enjoyed the physical touch the two of you were sharing.

When it was time to get out of the car, you broke the physical contact for a moment and you were almost sad, until Max walked around the car and reached for your hand again. It had both of you smiling like idiots, and maybe part of this falling in love was teenager like after all. The giggles, the nervousness, and the grinning widely.

You took a walk around the little alleys, enjoying the sun and discovering the beautiful architecture of the small village. You had ice cream, which you insisted on paying for. Max let you, but only if you agreed to let him pay for dinner, which you did – after a long, playful discussion back and forth. You chose one flavour, Max argued that if you were breaking your diet, you should take more, which is why he ordered three different kinds.

It was a pain to eat the ice cream, as it was hot, and the ice cream melted in an instant. Max fought ferociously against losing any drops to the ground and it made you laugh out, because it looked absolutely hilarious. You had already finished up and just watched him struggling. “Just laugh, schatje”, you blushed a bit at the pet name, “Meanwhile you have ice cream in your face as well!” You stuck out your tongue. “I think you are lying to make yourself feel better!”

“No, really”, Max said and cleaned his hands with a napkin. He had finally finished, and his hands were now free. He carefully moved his hand towards your face and gently wiped his thumb over the corner of your mouth. “It was… right there”, you could hear his breath hitching in his throat and you blushed at the sudden intimacy. You looked up to Max and could see that he was smiling at you. You smiled back and for a moment, time stopped.

“Saia do caminho! Está a bloquear a rua inteira!” (Get out of the way! You're blocking the whole street!), a man on a small moped honked at you. You shrieked in shock and Max pulled you out of the way. The driver passed you with a ridiculous speed for that little moped and the uneven streets. You both looked past him in disbelief and then at each other, and then you started laughing.

“He should join Formula One, he was that fast!”, you laughed, taking a sip from your wine. After the moped incident, you and Max had walked to the restaurant. It was located in the upper part of the city, which provided the establishment with an amazing view over the water. Max and you had just recalled the moment the driver drove past you. “Well, he is faster than you for sure!”, Max teased. You were fake offended, gasping and putting a hand on your heart. “That hurt, Verstappen!”, Max smiled at you.

“Jokes aside”, the Dutch said, “I admire you. I imagine that your journey of becoming the first female Formula One driver wasn’t an easy one.” You shook your head. “I don’t think that journey is easy for anyone.” “I think this is what I admire most about you. Other drivers have achieved less than you – they are not as good, nor they are the first female driver, obviously – and yet they think they are important, and they brag about it. You never do that. You are always kind and humble. And you never lose your temper nor your smile. Even if you have a shitty day, or if the media tears you apart again, or if someone makes fun of you because you are a woman. You get up, you continue, and you fight. I get shit from the media a lot, but not nearly as much as you. I can’t imagine how that must be.”

You let his words sink in for a while. You took a sip of water before you formulated your answer. “I am aware of what I have achieved, and I am proud of it. I have worked hard for it. That is why most of the time the comments do not get to me, because I am living my dream. But some days it gets too much, and I think what makes it so hard is that there is no one I can turn to. I don’t have a father who is a driver, and I don’t have another person like me as a role model. Yes, everyone on the grid is very supportive, and I have a lot of close friends there, but they do not share my struggles.” Max nodded understandingly.

“I just want to let you know that despite not understanding your struggle, I am now here for you. I am sorry I haven’t been before. I should have been a better teammate.” You smiled at him. “That would have been nice, but you are really making up for it now. Thank you, Max”, you took a sip of wine, “I admire you two, by the way. I see great potential in you. I am sure one day you are going to be champion of the world.”

The food came soon after this conversation, and it was delicious. You and Max continued talking, and you were even more surprised by the Dutch man. You never took him for a man of many words, but before either of you realized, the owner came to your table to inform you, that the establishment was closing soon. You thanked him for the amazing food, and Max paid.

You walked through the little alleys back to the car. The ride home was spent in comfortable silence, Max resting his one hand on your thigh, drawing little circles and you just smiled happily. When you pulled into the driveway, Max somehow managed to exist the car in super speed, running to open the door for you. You laughed. “Almost as fast as Mister Moped!”. The two of you laughed.

Half an hour later you found yourself sitting on the porch looking at the stars. You were now dressed in comfortable attire, your legs resting on Max lap. You both scrolled on your phone, occasionally showing each other memes. At some point, you started yawning. “Max, I really enjoyed this day, and I would love for it to never end, but I am very tired. I think, I will head to bed!” Max nodded. “Do that, y/n, I will stay outside a little longer. You got up from your position, but before you walked inside, you leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on Max´s cheek.

You were just about to go inside, when Max called out for you. “I also really enjoyed today. Would you be up for another date?” You turned around and smile at the Dutch. "I would love nothing more." And with that you went inside and straight to bed.

Day Nine – Tuesday

Tuesday was an uneventful day. Max and you had agreed to have another date soon, after the next race. You used the day for yourself, talking a long way on the beach, working out, calling your father, brother, and your best friend. You didn’t tell them about your date with Max yet, just that you were starting to get along better. You wanted this for yourself, at least for now. You knew that if this was to continue, which you hoped it did, you would have to come clean soon. Soon, but not now.

Max spent the day like you – reading, relaxing, talking to his friends and family. He thought about the situation and you a lot, and he came to the realization that he was falling for you, hard and fast. You had always enchanted him, even when he pretended to hate you. Now, that he didn’t pretend anymore, he had to realize that you had stolen his heart completely and he hoped that you felt the same.

Day Ten – Wednesday

“I don’t wanna leave here”, you said to Max after dinner. It was your last day in Portugal, you were scheduled to fly to the next race tomorrow, properly preparing there. “Me neither. I wish I could just stay here like this with you, for the rest of my time. I´d die a happy man.” You couldn’t help but smile and the man’s word. There were laced with an unusual softness.

“We should go for one last swim”, you suggested and looked at Max. The stars and the moon were shining, and the beach was faintly illuminated. “Sure, lets go.” The two of you changed, and then you walked down the stairs to the beach. Max grabbed your hand as soon as you left the house, leading the way, you were walking behind him.

You made it to the bottom, and suddenly Max started running. You started laughing, and shortly before the water you dropped your towel. You followed Max into the cool waves, diving under. When you arose from under the surface, you pushed your hair out of your face and found the Dutch man looking at you. The moonlight illuminated your faces and silhouettes. Max and you both took a step towards each other, suddenly you were in very close proximity of each other.

“Fuck, you are beautiful”, Max whispered as he tugged a strand of wet hair behind your ear. You looked up at him smiling, as he cupped your face with his hands. “I think I am falling in love with you, y/n. And I hope you feel the same.” Instead of an answer, you put your arms behind his neck and pull him in for a kiss.

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Max Verstappen

“Eh, what the fuck is wrong with him?”

Part 1: Eh, what the fuck is wrong with him? 🥀🌻

Part 2: Falling in love in ten days - Day one to five 🌻

Part 3: Falling in love in ten days - Day six to ten🌻

Part 4: After the first kiss 🌻

Part 5: Planned 🌻

Pierre Gasly

Part 1: How to be a mum 🌻🥀

Part 2: How to be a child 🥀🌻

Part 3 (Planned): How to be a teenager

Part 4 (Planned): How to be an aunt

love in different colors

Yellow - Mick Schumacher x reader 🌻

Orange - Daniel Riccardo x reader

Pink - Fernando Alonso x reader

Red - no pairing yet

Green - no pairing yet

Blue - Max Verstappen x reader 💔

Violet - no pairing yet

Black - no pairing yet

White - no pairing yet

The Walking Dead

one shots

Daryl Dixon

you have my heart 🥀🌻

the pain comes in waves 🥀🌻

Glenn Rhee

Planned: Smut one shot, requested 🌶️🥀

#formula 1 fanfic #formula one x reader #formula 1 imagine #f1 x you #formula 1 #lando norris x reader #lando norris #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen x you #max verstappen imagine #daniel ricciardo #daniel riccardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x reader #the walking dead #the walking dead imagine #daryl x y/n #daryl x you

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Falling in love in ten days - Day one to five Part two of “Eh, what the fuck is wrong with him?”, which you can find here

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

warnings: mention of crash and injury (minor, such as bruising and concussion), swearing, use of y/n but some established family relations (mentioning of death of a loved one), enemies to lovers

summary: After your crash, you and Max are spending some deserved time-out in Portugal. And under the Portuegese sun and warmth, the two of you are slowly warming up to each other.

disclaimer: English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. Feel free to leave comments and/or feedback <3

word count: 3.4k

Day One - Monday

A couple of hours later, the flight and a car ride behind you, Max pulled in the driveway of a house by the sea, and you were in awe. You loved the ocean, and this was perfect. In an instant, all the stress of the Formula One world fell of your back as you climbed out of the car and went straight down the stairs that led to the beach.

Once you arrived downstairs, you kicked off your shoes, pulled off your socks and jumped the last step into the sand. You could hear Max´s deep laugh from the driveway, and when you peeked up, you saw him looking at you. “You coming or what?” You saw the man nod, and as he started to walk down the steps, you continued walking towards the water. Wadding in a bit, you did not care that your leggings got wet.

You heard footsteps behind. “It is beautiful here. Thank you for taking me, Max”, you said and it was sincere. Since you were still looking at the water and the sun that was just about to set, you could not see the Dutch blush a little bit behind you. “Thank you that you allowed me to take you here, Y/N.” The gentleness in his voice made you weak in your knees and your heart full.

After a while the two of you made your way up the stairs and into the house, which was beautiful. It was very down to earth, cottage vibes to it, but it still had luxurious amenities. The bathtub, which was really more than a whirlpool, immediately caught your attention, which Max seemed to notice. “If you want, you can take a bath now, and afterwards we could have dinner together, maybe?” “That would be very nice, thank you.” You smiled at the Dutch, and he left you.

The bath had relaxed your sour muscles a bit. You slipped into a pair of leggings and your Red Bull sweater and made you way to the kitchen. Max was just about to set the table, when someone knocked on the door. You were confused to say the least. “The owners of the house are bringing us food, it was included in the deal, so that we could have a chill first evening.” You smiled at him and nodded as he passed you to get the door.

The food had been delicious, you and Max had even engaged in a bit of small talk and that was okay. It was rather enjoyable, and you two even drank some wine. You could feel yourself relaxing, and when it was time for bed, you were glad about your crazy idea. You cuddled up into the bed which was incredibly soft.

However, you could not sleep again. No matter what position you laid in, your body ached. So, you got up and to your bathroom, where you tried to apply the pain soothing cream. It was hard, because your limbs were tired and hurting. You decided to let it be and wanted to walk back to your room, when you noticed that there was still light in the living room. Maybe Max was still awake and could help you.

And really, he was still awake, sitting on the couch, a book in his hands. He seemed peaceful, something you rarely saw in the man. Normally, he also appeared to be under a lot of pressure. Not that he would say that, but you could see it in his furrowed brows and angry looks and the overly cheery smile he sometimes carried.

“Didn´t know you could read”, you said and smiled at the man in front of you. He looked up from his book and grinned at you. “Next time, do not steal the line from Draco Malfoy, I know the movies almost by heart!” “No way! Me too!”, you laughed, which was a mistake. The next second you flinched by the pain this act inflicted on your sore body and your aching chest.

“Are you okay?”, Max asks, brows furrowed in concern. “Yeah, actually…”, you scratched the back of your head, “like the bruising really hurts, and I wanted to apply some of the healing lotion, but I cannot reach everything. Could you maybe help me?” The brunette man nodded. “Of course, after all it has been my doing!” You sighed. “Max, please. For this to work, and by that, I mean for us to become friends, we both need to let go off it, okay? It happened, and we will get over that, okay?” He nodded and followed you into your bathroom.

You pulled your t-shirt over your head, holding your breath. It was very painful. Max had seen you in a sports bra several times, so it was not that much of an issue. But this time it was kind of different, at least the atmosphere seemed to thicken a bit. “Oh my God, fuck, Y/N, it looks terrible.” You waved it off. “It will be gone in no time – right now it is just being a bitch!” You handed him the cream and once he started spreading it on your skin, you were surprised. Max Verstappen was surprisingly gentle. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the coolness of the cream against your skin.

When Max was done, you debated whether you should go to sleep. “Are you tired yet?”, you asked your team mate and he shook this head. “It always takes some time for me to calm down after races, so I usually do not sleep much. Would you like to sit in the living room with me for a while?” You nodded, and with that the two of you sat down on the couches ajar from each other, and engaged in a conversation of nothing important.

Day Two – Tuesday

You must have fallen asleep on the couch in the middle of the night, and when you woke up, a blanket was spread out over your body. Max must have placed it there. You got up and looked, but the Dutch was nowhere to be found. Instead of him you found a note on the counter, telling you that he went grocery shopping.

You stretched and decided that it was the perfect weather for a morning swim. It was still quite early, and a bit chilly, which you loved. It reminded you off home. You wrote Max a note and left it on the counter like he did. Then you put on a bathing suit, and walked down to the ocean. The water was cold, and it was exactly what you needed. You felt completely refreshed and vitalized. When you swam back towards the shore, you found Max standing there, smiling at you. You smiled back as you exited the water. He picked up your towel from the ground and held it wide upon for you.

Just three days ago this kind of action by Max towards you would have confused you, but now it almost seemed natural. The two of you spent the day chilling, each of you enjoying some alone time in your respective rooms. You spent the time reading, and taking care of some organizational stuff that you were behind on.

In the afternoon, you took a little nap and awoke to a lovely smell. Still in your pajamas, you slowly walked over to the kitchen. “Hey!”, you greeted the man in front of you, who smiled at you widely. “Hey Sleepy Head, slept well?” “Hm!”, you hummed. “That is good. I am making dinner; I hope you like pasta alfredo?” “Sure, that sounds and smells very good. Have I got time for a short shower?” Max nodded.

After the shower you again dressed casually in another one of your team sweaters and joined Max at the dinner table on the porch. You tasted the first bite of your pasta. “Max, this is delicious – I did not know you could cook!”, you teased, pointing a pasta filled fork in the direction of your dinner companion. Max laughed. “Well, my cooking knowledge is limited, but my mother insisted that I should at least know a few dishes. What about you?” You chuckled. “Well, I would say my knowledge is decent. I can cook tomorrow, and then you can be the judge of that.” “Sounds good!” The both of you smiled at each other.

Day Three - Wednesday

“Max”, you flopped next to him onto the couch, your laptop with you, “I am sure your media coach has already assaulted you the same amount mine did, but they are right. We need to let our fans know what’s going on. The media has been ripping you apart, and that’s not really fair I think.” The man next to you shook his head. “Honestly, I don’t get it. The crash was entirely my fault, and yet you are so kind towards me…”

You gently took his hands into yours. “Listen, you made a mistake - people do that all the time. But you also apologized for it, sincerely, and not a lot of people do that, like ever. I really appreciate it. And if we do not say something about this soon, this could potentially endanger your reputation, if not your future in Formular One.” “You are right… I will talk to Christian and my media assistant about what-“ You interrupted him. “I talked to Christian, and I told him about your effort. Either, you can say that you made a mistake, or Christian even allowed that you could use a malfunction of the car as your argument. Whatever you feel comfortable with!” Max shook his head. „No, I will be honest and admit that I made a mistake.” You nodded. “Alright, lets get our sweaters on and do it!”

The two of you made your way down to the beach with your phones and a chair on which you could place it. “Listen, I am just gonna put my phone here, and then we talk a bit, and send the video to the team, they will figure out what to with it. Sounds good?” Before Max could say anything, you started the video.

The first minutes were spent with awkward stuttering, mostly from Max. As he started for the twentieth time, you shook your head. “Max, listen”, you looked at him and grabbed his hands once again, “You need to relax, okay?” With that, you went over to your phones, and took his. “Mind if I use your phone for some music?” “Sure, its cool.” He unlocked it and you put one of your favorite songs on, another one in the queue.

You went back to grab his hands, and made him shake out his arms. “Come on Max Verstappen, move your body! What do you do all this workout for it not for this?”, you teased him. He grimaced and reluctantly moved a bit. “Wow, you have less rhythm than a stone!” You laughed at him and he grinned at you. It was – mischievous. You furrowed your brows for a moment, until Max made a big step in your direction, and threw his arms around your torso. Then he easily lifted you up and carried you towards the ocean. “Max, no!”, you laughed, and it was genuine.

He waded into the water with you, and once he was knee deep in, he wanted to drop you, but you had other plans. He might have been stronger than you, but the workout for the racing paid off. You just did not let him go, and with that he followed you right into the water. Both of you emerged from under the water, breathless and smiling widely and you would swear that you had not felt this alive and free in a while.

After playing in the water for a bit, both you of still wet in front of the camera, you two somehow aced perfect sentences about what happened, apologizing to the public and your fans and reveling to them your newly found friendship. You had even jumped on his back in the end, and you two had symbolically exchanged your sweatshirts, so that you would now carry each other’s name on the back. What you did not fully understood yet was that in this moment you started to carry Max´s name deep within your heart and so did he.

After finishing the videos and taking some pictures of each other in the others sweatshirt, you send all of the material to the Red Bull Press Team, alongside with a written statement that Max and you had co-authored. A few calls and hours later, the team send you the video that they were going to issue to the public, as well as advising you to both a picture together later on, for everyone to see that you were eager to make it up to the fans.

Until dinner, which you prepared, Max and you just enjoyed some alone time. It was much needed, and you felt like you both needed to have some reflections about what happened between the two of you to do. Before you set the table and asked Max to come and eat, you had posted the photo and decided to put your phone away for the night. The comments were something you wanted to deal with in the morning. After a very nice dinner, you excused yourself early and fell asleep immediately after your head hit the pillow.

Day Four - Thursday

This time, you two started your day together with a breakfast. You tried your best to convince the man to go for a swim with you, but he did not want to. He rather did some workout, and that was fine with you – you met at the dining table afterwards, your hair wet from the ocean and his from the shower. He looked good like that, different and relaxed.

When you were done eating, you leaned back in your chair and enjoyed the sun on your face. Max disrupted your thoughts. “I read online that there was a market in a little village close by, would you like to go?” You nodded. “That sounds very good. I just need to shower and get dressed, should we leave in half an hour?” “Gladly.”

You decided for your favorite summer dress and some comfortable shoes. When you stepped out of the door, Max was already waiting by the car. When he heard the door close shut, he turned around and looked at you. “You look… very nice, Y/N”, he said, slightly clearing this throat. “Thank you, you don’t look so bad yourself!”, you winked at him. He held the keys in your direction. “Do you wanna drive?” You shook your head. “Believe it or not, I actually do not like to drive, well, at least not normal cars.” Max looked at you in disbelief and shook his head. You just shrugged your shoulders, playfully gave him the middle finger and sat down on the passenger seat.

The two of you sat in silence until you arrived in the village around 15 minutes later. It was beautiful, very idyllic and you were in awe. The raw and old architecture of the Portuguese village had you mesmerized. While you looked at the buildings, Max looked at you and he was at equally in awe as you were. He had never seen you like this, so relaxed and so… real. He felt like you showed him your real colors over the past days, even though it had only been half a week. He was excited what would happen the next days, how many more of your splendid colors he would get to see.

Max was ripped out of his thoughts when you grabbed one of his hands and pulled him with you. “The market, its over there, and it is amazing!” Max was surprised how big the market was for such a little village. That was, until one of the market booth owners explained to them that people from all over the other villages came here to sell their handmade articles.

You loved it, all of this. The scenery was breathtaking, the villagers were very kind, and you loved browsing through all of the stands, looking at beautiful craftmanship. Max was smitten by your almost childlike excitement and followed you gladly. You wanted to, and possibly could have, bought most of the things on the market. But despite being able to afford almost everything you wanted due to the money you made racing in Formular One and as a model on the side, you never were an avid spender when it came to buying stuff for yourself. And if you were honest with yourself, you would not need most of the stuff anyway.

Yet, you had bought yourself a cute dress in your favorite color, perfect for going out for dinner in the summer. It was elegant, yet not too much. Additionally, you had gotten some little presents for your family and your friends. You had just stopped at a new booth that had attracted your attention. It was beautiful handcrafted jewelry. You held some earrings and showed them Max. “For Danny?” He busted out laughing. “You are incredible, Y/N, you really are.” You smiled at him. “Jokes aside, these would fit your mother perfectly, I think.” Max looked at you in surprise.

You laughed. “What, your mother has been at the races a couple of times, and I am a woman after all! I think they would look very gorgeous on her. And these –“, you picked out another pair, “would be perfect for your sister.” “How do you know so much about my family and I know basically nothing about yours?” The woman shrugged her shoulder. “I mean, you never asked…”, you wanted to say something more, but another piece of jewelry caught your eye.

It was a golden ring, with a beautiful stone on it. “Its my birthstone!” You tried it on, and it fit your ring finger perfectly. However, you remembered that you barely wore any rings, so you took it off and looked at Max. “I will buy the earrings for my mother and sister on your advice, don’t wait on me. I will find you at the next booth, possibly.” You struck out your tongue at him and walked off, leaving Max to pay for the gifts.

After a couple of hours walking around, you got tired. You decided that you did not want to cook today, so you found a cute restaurant with a little garden in its backyard. The food was amazing, and so was being with Max. He was actually very funny when he was not so tense and stressed to perform.

Day Five - Friday

“So, what about your family?” You two had just eaten breakfast and now spent some time chilling on the porch in the sun. “Well, my family is quite small. I have an older brother, and my mum sadly died when I was a teenager. My dad raised the two of us and did a pretty good job at it, I´d say. He is a mechanic, that is also what brought me into motorsport. I think he would have preferred my brother to be in my shoes, but my brother had other plans. He became a lawyer”, you laughed, “I am not smart enough for that, so instead I stepped up to my dads plan and became the race driver of the two of us. My dad is very supportive of the two of us.” “He works at Red Bull, right?” You nodded. “He is one of the mechanics, I got him the job so that at least one part of my family could be around most of the time.” “Yeah, I have seen the two of together, you seem very close. Same with your brother, even though he only visited so few times.” You smiled. “Yes, we are. We had to, after mum died. It really brought us together as a family…”

You took a short break. Even though it had been a few years since your mum had passed and you made your peace with it, it was still hard sometimes. Max got up, walked over to your chair and offered you his hand. You took it, he pulled you up and into a tight hug. The rest of the day was spent by the two of you taking a long walk by the beach, making some food together and watching a movie.

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fluff #max verstappen x you #max verstappen imagine #formula one x reader #formula 1 fanfic #max verstappen #red bull racing #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 #red bull team

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“Eh, what the fuck is wrong with him?”

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader (in the first part only platonically)

warnings: mention of crash and injury (minor, such as bruising and concussion), swearing, mentioned of physical assault (someone is pushed), Max is behaving like an asshole (but only in the beginning), use of y/n but some established family relations, enemies to lovers

summary: You are the first female Formula One driver, being contracted by the Red Bull Team after having ended a successful season with Torro Rosso. The infamous max Verstappen is your teammate, and he seems to see his biggest enemy in you.

notes: This story was written inspired by a prompt saying: one-sided rivalry where one of them wants fierce competition and the other one is just “eh? what the hell is wrong with this person?” Since we love ourselves some good enemies to lovers, I really wanted to write this.

disclaimer: English is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes. Feel free to leave comments and/or feedback <3

word count: 2.6k

you can find part two here

Driving alongside Max Verstappen was a pain in the ass. While you two were supposed to be acting as a team, presenting the Red Bull Formular One Team together, all he seemed to know was that you were his greatest competitor.

It might be because you were a woman, or because you were a lot calmer in nature than Max, but you could not care less for this fierce competition, even the enmity, Max wanted to create between the two of you.

It was another race, and once again, you and Max were engaged in fighting for a spot. You were clearly faster than him, but he would not let you through. It started to annoy you, especially because in the past, when he was faster, you let him pass. After all, he was your team mate, and you could acknowledge the fact that he was better than you on his good days.

You tried another time to overtake him, just for him to almost go wheel to wheel with you. “Eh, what the fuck is wrong with him?”, you complained into your radio, “I know Max is the golden boy, but could please fucking tell him to let me through? I am clearly faster!” “Copy that, we are trying!” You huffed in annoyance, and tried to overtake him once again. And then, finally he moved just enough for you to squeeze through. “For fucks sake, finally!”, you exclaimed. “Push, y/n, push. Currently P4, you might be able to make it to the podium!” “Got it!”, you said and with that, you pushed.

“And that is a podium for Red Bull today here! Y/N finishes seconds, and Max Verstappen is only two places behind her, coming in fourth! What a day for Red Bull!” You waved out of your car, euphoria still rushing through your blood. You were really, really proud of yourself and the team, so you were quick to discard the stunt Max had pulled earlier.

You were used to men trying to aggravate you – after all, Formula One was a men’s world, so you were the odd one out. I did not bother you, as you had proven everyone when being promoted to the Red Bull Team – Or so you thought. The voices of doubt, envy and sexism were still around. But you did not care most of the time. Some nights it had you crying silent tears of loneliness and despair, but you got up every morning ready to smile into the faces of the haters.

Today was no different. You had just been promoted to Red Bull this season, after Daniel had surprisingly decided to leave the team for Renault. When Christian Horner called you personally, you almost freaked out on the phone. You were afraid to not meet the expectations, but that was quickly forgot when you finished fifth in Australia and Spain, right after the golden boy Max Verstappen.

The team was more than happy with your performance, while Max seemed to take it as a cue to become your greatest enemy. You could not even think of the times you two spoke normally to each other. You only exchanged few words here and there, and in the beginning, it was rather awkward. He clearly seemed to be a bit weirded out by you being a female, which you did not mind. You found it quite adorable actually, but after the first few meetings where he had you laughing more often than not, he suddenly turned cold towards you. No one could understand why, and no matter how hard the team tried to get him to warm up with you, it simply would not work.

You pulled into the pits and were quickly engulfed by your team. “Great fucking job!”, Christian Horner came over to you to pull you in a side hug. You could only smile so widely that your cheeks started to hurt. Quickly you were led to the podium, where you got to celebrate with Lewis and Sebastian. It was a bliss, really and pure euphoria.

This euphoria was however quickly lost in the next race the following week. Max had driven like a madman again, and he seemed even more aggressive than usual. You both were on podium positions right now, you behind him and you went into the last of the laps. You wanted to try to overtake Max one last time, since your team had given you green light if there would be the possibility. Technically, the possibility was there – until it was not.

And this was not was brought upon you by Max Verstappen himself, as he totally unnecessarily drove into your side so violently, that had not only had you spinning, but led to your vehicle flipping over and landing on the roof.

“Y/N?”, one of the engineers said, and you could barely hear him, since there were so many noises around him. Additionally, your ears rang from the impact and the shock. “Are you alright?” You quickly checked if everything on your body seemed alright, and so far, it felt fine. But you knew that once the adrenaline would wear off, you would very likely notice some bruises and maybe even a concussion. You wanted to scream, pure hatred surging through your veins. “Yes, yes, I am okay I think!” You tried to climb out of the car, but your position – hanging upside down – made that very hard. Suddenly, among the normal smells of the race track, your nose picked up something pungent. You tried to calm yourself down. “Just get me out of here, I think there is fire!” “Copy that, we are on the way!”

The medics had insisted to look at you, but you brushed it off. Every body part was still where it was supposed to be, and you were not heavily bleeding, so you would be fine until after the race. Now, you were angry and full of adrenaline, and you wanted to talk to Max immediately. You made your way back to the paddock alongside the track.

Once you arrived, Christian immediately rushed over to you. “I heard that you did not want to be looked at by the paramedics, are you sure that is the right decision? The crash looked nasty!” You scoffed. “Because it fucking was! I will seek medical treatment later, but before that I need to have a word with Max!” The team principle nodded. “I understand that. Just try to leave him in one piece, okay? What he did was not okay, and will have consequences, but if you attack him now, you will be in trouble.”

In that moment, Max pulled into the paddock. Usually, when one of you landed a podium position, even more when one of you won, the team was screaming and cheering. Today, it was eerily quiet. It took everything you had to not either strangle Max with his headphones, or punch him in the face. You walked over to him, the whole team watching in suspension. A blank facial expression rested on your usually happy features, as you marched in his direction.

He expected you to scream at him, yell in his face, even physically attacking him, but you were stronger than that. You came to a halt right in front of him, and looked him straight into the eye. “I hope that win was worth almost killing me, Verstappen!“, you spitted, turned on your heel and left the garage.

You only later learned that after you had left, Danny and Nico had taken the more violent approach. They did not hit your team mate, but Nico shoved him into the wall, hard apparently, while the two yelled at him. It made you laugh, when the Renault drivers had visit you in the hospital and told you. Yet, being the kind person you were, you told them to take it easy on the Dutchman the next time. “But Y/N”, Nico sounded seriously concerned, “You could have died!” You sighed. It was very kind of the two Renault driver, who you thought of as your older brothers, to be so concerned. “Listen, I really appreciate that you stand up for me, but there is already enough shit talk about me in the media, and I don’t need more drama.” The two nodded understandingly, both pressed a kiss on each of your cheeks and let the doctors do their work.

You were released from the hospital in the early evening, and since you did not feel like meeting any of your team colleagues, you asked Pierre and Charles if they wanted to grab some pizza and just enjoy a bit of time off. They obviously, being your friends and insanely relieved that you were alright, said yes, so you made your way over to their hotel, were you spent not more than two hours, because tiredness suddenly hit you like a sledgehammer.

Once you arrived in your hotel, you went straight up to your room. You had let Christian, as well as your manager, known that you were not available for any kind of comment as off now, and that you would need some days to think about the incident. They were very understanding and assured you that they would only call when there was important news.

However, sleep did not want overcome you once you laid on your bed, which is why you decided to catch some fresh air. You made your way down to one of the public balconies of your hotel and sat down on one of the comfortable couches standing around. The cool nightly air felt good on your skin, and you knew that you were going to be sore the next day. After the incident in the garage, you had agreed to go to the hospital, to make sure that the injuries were only minor. But apart from bruising, contusions and a minor concussion, you were okay.

Physically at least. When you closed your eyes, pictures of the accident flooded your mind. You shook your head and pulled your legs up, close to your chest and rested your head on your knees. It was not like you had never crashed before, but this one was by far the worst one yet.

Suddenly, you heard the sliding doors open, and you looked up. You saw a figure standing there, but you could not see much. After all, it was almost in the middle of the night. The person walked over to the bannisters of the balcony, and you were surprised, that he – you could only make out that it was a man – did not see you. Once he stepped into the light, you held your breath.

What an unlucky bastard you were. There he stood – Max Verstappen. Leaned against the banister, slumped over and he was… crying? Stifled sobs came from his directions, and you could hear the shaky breaths he took. The whole situation was so bizarre, and before you could stop yourself, you said something. “Max?”

He basically whipped around in your direction, just now realizing he was not alone. “Are you okay? If you want to, you can take a seat next to me and we can talk.” You did not know what was going on with you, maybe it was more than a minor concussion. He did not say a word, but he did move over to you nonetheless.

He hesitated for a moment when he stood in front of you, unsure whether you really meant it. So, you padded next to yourself reassuringly. Max followed your second invitation and sunk onto the couch next to you. “You are here… And not in the hospital?”, questioned Max and you wanted to laugh at the bizarreness of the situation. He was not crying anymore, but you could see that his eyes were bloodshot, and his cheeks were tearstained.

“They send me back here, it is nothing big. A few bruises, a minor concussion, the usually stuff that happens after a crash.” You did not know why you were so kind; you knew that he did not deserve this after what he had done. But you were never one to hold grudges, and seeing him like this made your heart ache.

“Only that this was not a usual crash!”, Max said, his voice hoarse, “I almost killed you!” “But then again, you did not. I am still here, and no worries, you will not get rid of me so easily, even if that is what you really seem to want.” Max sighed. “I am so, so sorry. I never wanted any of this to happen. I really wanted to us to get along in the beginning, but then I felt like that you would constantly, and always laugh about me, and I…” “Wait what?”, you interrupted him, completely dumbfounded. “Please, let me speak. I talked to the team today, and it was a hard talk, they really were not afraid to call me out on my bullshit. Anyway, I realized that this was not the case, and I just acted out because I thought you were mocking me, and my huge-ass ego could not take that. Oh my God, I am such an idiot!”, he rambled.

You would have probably laughed, if this situation was not so serious. “Max, listen. I am very sorry that you thought that I was mocking you – but it was quite different. Actually, you made me laugh all the time. You are actually really funny, and I really like your humor.” The driver next to you shook his head. “There is no reason for you to apologize or compliment me. Why are you being such a good person, Y/N? I truly do not deserve it!”

You shifted your body in the direction of the man next to you and looked at you. “Well clearly a lot of things went wrong between us, but I can tell that you apology is sincere. I would like us to start over. For the team and for ourselves.” Max nodded slightly. You took a deep breath and let out a little chuckle. You must have hit your head harder indeed, because what you were about to say would let you look like you lost your mind. “There is two weeks to the next race, and I would like us to be friends by that point, if you are up for that. What I am about to say is going to sound crazy – but how about the two of us spend these two weeks somewhere together, so that we can talk everything out and get to know each other?” The man next to you was quiet for a moment, and that made you uncomfortable.

“Forget it, it was a stupid id-“ “Where do you wanna go? It is going to be my treat; I will take care of everything.” You looked at the man completely stunned. “I think that is a great idea. A little time off track will be good for both of us, and I would love to be able to make it up to you. So, where do you wanna go?”

And that was that. You woke up the next morning, your head hurting a little bit and your body sore. You were not exactly sure if you had dreamt the encounter, or if it really happened. But when you looked at your phone, you realized that what had happened was reality. “Portugal sounds alright?” You were still entirely confused about yesterday, but somehow you were really excited to spend the next two weeks with the Dutchman. All you wanted was for you two to be able to talk normally each other, and support each other as friends and teammates. That was at least what you told yourself.

“Sure. When are we leaving?” You sent Max a quick test before taking a cold shower that luckily soothed the pain you were in. When you were done, Max had sent you the details, as well as your ticket. Two hours before you flight, he picked you up from your room, and together you managed to leave the hotel without the media noticing.

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