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Straight from the Books

friends to lovers

enemies to lovers

there's only one bed

second chance romance

revenge

best friends brother

roommate

love triangle

age gap

soulmates

forced proximity

fake dating

grumpy x sunshine

accidental pregnancy

everyone knows but them one sided love

to be continued...

#the writing of spencer rose #original character #nhl fanfiction #formula 1 fanfiction #formula 1 #straight from the books #romance tropes

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thewritingofspencerrose · 10 hours

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Okay folks, I need input...

update: it's happening

so, i was considering a new series (yes, all current series will continue, they are my children and i love them).

that new series? Straight From The Books

as in, a series using classic romance tropes and formula drivers or nhl players who fit them to create a list of relationship moments straight from the books

Thoughts? Suggestions? What drivers would be good for what tropes? Send all thoughts!

Love,

Spencer

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thewritingofspencerrose · 21 hours

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13 Ways Masterlist | Masterlist

"How's your day been baby?" His low voice is barely loud enough to be heard over what chaos must be behind him, but it's still loud enough to be heard, and scoffed at.

"My day? I'm a full time uni student Neeks, how is your day going mister hockey player?"

"Student or not I want to hear about your day- shut up Jack - and I won't be telling you about my day until you've told me all about yours."

"It's really not all that interesting-"

"Schatz."

"Fine, fine," Now Daya and Penny are laughing, hearing how I've just given in. "I worked this morning in the microbiology laboratory on my research, went to a few classes, and now Daya, Pen, and I are studying at the cafe a little bit down the road from your apartment."

"See, now was that so hard?" I can hear his grin in his tone, how the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles. "Johnny was just saying that you'll have to explain your research to him the next time he sees you. Mr.Harvard would like to attempt to understand what your brain thinks like."

I can't help the laugh that escapes me. Every time I mention my degree or my research, John is thrown in to translate the science to hockey terms for the rest of the team. Neeks has done well with learning a lot of the basic information, but the rest of the team knows aseptic technique in comparison to the goalie, "keeping out the pucks that are contamination".

"I'd love that," Is what my response finally lands on, Pen tapping my shoulder.

"I'm going to get a muffin, do you want one?"

"Cinnamon sugar, please and thank you!"

She nods and is off, Neek's voice meeting my ear. "I'm glad they're taking care of you."

"And who's taking care of you? How's practice?"

"Good, boys are looking in good shape tonight, but it's against the Rangers so you never know."

"Will you be staying in New York overnight or will you boys be driving back?"

"Driving back after the post-game interviews," He answers, confirming my assumption. He prefers his own bed to anywhere else. "Will you be going back to my place or to yours after your study session?"

"That's up to you, if you want space to yourself or -"

"So I'll see you at mine?" He interrupts the rest of the thought. "Your snacks are in the cabinet, and you can watch the game on the TV," He continues, like it really would take any convincing. "You know, if you want to."

"I'll be sitting there, watching it while I write my paper, promise."

"I'll let you get back to your study session with the girls, say hi for me," He returns, and once again I can sense his smile. "And text me when you get home, yeah?"

"Of course, Neeks. Be safe, play strong." I love you.

"Always for you, Schatz."

#the writing of spencer rose #original character #nhl fanfiction #nico hischier x oc #nico hischier #13 ways he says i love you

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mamma masterlist

It was a typical interview, Demko being the player to be chosen for answering the questions this time.

"So, it is well known that the team has nicknames for one another, but we've heard that your captain, Quinn Hughes, is referred to as Huggy Bear. Why is that?" The interviewer asks, Demko just shrugging in response.

"Because he's cute? Just like, you want to cuddle him, you know? Hold him tight," He answer before chuckling, "Also like, he's a dad to one going on two kids, it's made him a bit soft." Glancing into the camera, he can't help but laugh, "And because of that statement, I'm going to have Mrs.Cap on me. Apologies Ruthie."

And it's almost that Quinn can sense that I'm just finishing up watching the rerun of post game interviews, having been too busy getting Ellie to bed.

"Hey baby, I'm home," His voice is quiet, just loud enough for me to hear but not loud enough to stir El.

"Do I have to be jealous that Demko thinks you're cute and cuddly?" Is my first response, not bothering to say hello as I bring myself up and off the couch.

"Hello to you too," He greets, meeting me in the doorway with a kiss to the top of my head. "And no, when did he say that?"

"Post-game interview, I just got the chance to watch since I didn't put Ellie to bed till after the game. Wanted to see daddy win," I recount, his smile wide.

"Well, thank you. For letting her stay up. And thank you for staying up, both of you," His hands meeting my stomach as he ducks down, lips meeting my bump. "And no, you never have to worry about Demko or anyone else." He assures, knowing this is simply my hormones but taking the time to assure me.

My brows raise in question, questioning his response. "You're sure I don't have to? Cause I'll send Ellie after him. And she'll weigh him down so I can make a run with you and she'll meet us in Michigan."

His hands meet my waist, pulling me in. "Don't worry, a few more weeks and the four of us will be running off to Michigan and you won't have to worry about Demko."

He's leaning in for a kiss, but I lean back, pointing at his chest.

"So he is a threat!"

#the writing of spencer rose #original character #nhl fanfiction #vancouver canucks #quinn hughes x oc #quinn hughes #thatcher demko #mamma series

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thewritingofspencerrose · 9 days

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i could just see ellen adoring how much clem loves jack and luke. and it probably makes ellen feel so much better knowing her boys have someone who’s loves them so much

clem was worried that ellen wouldn't like her when jack first suggested she meet his parents at the hockey game they were flying in for.

she agreed to, after some convincing from jack and luke, but she was nervous. she's not the sunshiney person with the happy job. she's complicated, her jobs complicated, and most moms don't want that for their kids.

but God does ellen love clem from the moment they meet.

it's the big hug on arrival that's the first clue, followed by the uttering of "Luke and Jack have told me so much about you. Thank you so much for looking out for them, i know they're kind of hopeless."

and it's the enthusiasm ellen shows to listening to clem's studies and job, but what clem doesn't know if that ellen is genuinely interested in something she is so clearly passionate about, even if she's already heard every detail from jack.

but its when the game starts that ellen truly sees, in person, how much this girl beside her and jim truly cares about her sons, based on every jump of joy, every lip bite of anxious, and every grumble when the opposing team gets too close.

it's after the game, when the boys exit media and the lockerroom to join them that ellen knows the girl she's grown so fond of will be around a while, seeing the look in her sons eyes.

she knows she has no reason to worry anymore.

her youngest two are loved, and that makes her a happy mamma.

#jack hughes x oc #jack hughes x criminology oc #jack hughes fanfiction #jack hughes imagine #luke hughes x oc #luke hughes #jack hughes #nj devils #spencer responds!#anon ask

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https://www.tumblr.com/thewritingofspencerrose/742414915935092736/ok-but-why-am-i-hooked-on-that-criminology-x-jack

Could you do a part 2 with Luke like when she gets back to the apartment

i love writing for Crim & Jack, and love this request! thank you and sorry for the delay, i hope you enjoy!

a reminder that all requests are open for any of the hockey or f1 boys i write for!

New York air. All I have dreamed of since being trapped in that God forsaken library.

That and being able to see Jack again. Feeling his arms around me, feeling his lips on mine. Just simply being around him and his smile.

But here I am, eyes staring at my feet, heels touching the pavement back home.

And I can't move a muscle. Until two hands are on my shoulders, giving me a tug.

"Dahlia, Kid, listen to my voice," It's Mica. "Just listen to the sound of my voice, of the hum of the plane, Isabelle's constant chatter," He chuckles after the last statement, but only once my eyes meet his, tearful but no longer lost in the depths of my mind.

He smiles, a one that only someone with the warmth of father could truly muster. 20 years my senior and 2 teenagers at home, his energy makes sense. His standing as our team leader is exactly where he's supposed to be.

"There you are. What had you so lost in thought?"

He knows the answer. It's our job to read people. But I do appreciate that he's asking, not reading.

"I don't want to bring this home to him."

Mica does me the good deed of at least pretending to look confused, even if he's not.

"To who Dahl?"

"Jack. It's different than usual. We see what the victims go through, we analyze what happened. I've never-"

"Had to be the victim," He supplies, face tight. "I know. You're a student, we shouldn't have sent you in there."

I am just a student. How did I get from a lecture hall to this?

"I've met Jack, you know?"

Now he's just trying to distract me, and it does work, his question making me chuckle quietly as Isabelle and Franny leave the plane, offering us small smiles as they go.

"I do know, I was the one to introduce you."

He's smiling now, whatever he's getting at is obviously working how he wanted it to.

"So you know I can say, with confidence, that you could never burden that boy like you think you're going to."

"I just- I try my best to not bring anything too scary home, you know? He's just such a positive guy and I don't want to dim that? And we have a kid-"

"You what?" His eyes are like saucers, and I'm realizing that even if I did finish my sentence he'd still be confused.

"His kid brother, Luke lives with us," I fix myself, his body relaxing. Poor father figure.

"Dahlia, I need you to listen to me, you are not a burden to him for going through something horrific, and he loves you enough to be positive for you both if you can't right now, okay? I could not tell you the number of times my wife was my sunlight when cases are hard and-"

"Crim!"

It's Luke's voice that cuts off Mica, panic etched into every fiber of the sound. His brother is next to him, and the lights of the airport reflect off of streaks left behind by tears.

My boys.

Mica's hand taps my shoulder twice, his typical good job pat on the back. "And those boys are your sunshine, hold on to that."

Nodding, I thank him with a smile, Jack nearly crashing into me with how hard he pulls me into his arms. His lips touch to the top of my head, the warmth I've been looking forward to from his body embracing me as his cologne does the same.

"Thank you for bringing her back safe," His eyes are trained on Mica, arms still wrapped tight and Luke standing to our side.

Mica just smiles. "Can't have my unofficial daughter dying on me," and it's meant as a joke, but Jack flinches. "Sorry, psychoanalyst humor. Have a good night all."

He's waved off, given soft goodbyes, and I can't help but glance up, eyes meeting the ones I love so much.

"As much as I love you, I think Luke might vibrate out of his skin if he's left to the side any longer."

The boy doesn't argue, just stands there, nearly frozen.

This was as hard on them as it was for me.

"Lu, come here," I wave over, him taking a singular gigantic step towards his brother and I pull him into our hug, doing my best to run my hand through his curls as I do when he's upset. It's a few moments later that I can feel the drops of something wet fall onto my shoulder, just at the crook of my neck.

"Oh Lu, please don't cry." His response is muffled by my shoulder the first time, his brother and I pulling back to encourage him up. "What was that?"

"You're not allowed to die."

It's a sob, red eyes, tears down his face, and effectively breaks my heart.

Jack's arm is still around my waist, holding me tight, and when I look up I notice tears have slipped down his cheeks as well.

Taking Luke's hands in mine, I run my fingers over his knuckles, the universal Hughes calming method.

"I promise to always come home."

A promise I can make but never guarantee.

#the writing of spencer rose #original character #nhl fanfiction #jack hughes x criminology oc #jack hughes x oc #jack hughes fanfiction #jack hughes imagine #luke hughes x oc #luke hughes

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thewritingofspencerrose · 16 days

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13 Ways Masterlist | Masterlist

all these 13 Ways are going to be short little blurbs, simply insights into Win & Nico's relationship

"Your coach is going to kill me," I can't help but remark, glancing hesitantly at the box of leftover pasta that Nico is carrying from my dinner, his own plate cleaned. "Or worse, ban me from going to games."

The laugh that leaves him as he links our fingers is my favorite sound, even after just a couple months of dating.

"Being banned from games is worse than death? In what reality?" He's quick to ask, and while he knows I'm joking, he seems genuinely upset by my suggestion.

"Don't worry, Neeks," I assure, stepping onto my tiptoes and kissing his cheek, "Neither my banning or death will be coming any time soon."

Although clearly karma laughing at me, because as I finish commenting my dress gets tangled around my wedges, causing a stumbling motion that I can barely control.

Until warm hands are on my waist, thick fingers digging into my sides to prevent me from the crash that previously seemed so destined.

"I really would rather you walk on the inside of the sidewalk," his words draw me from my mind. "So when your clumsy nature kicks in I don't have to worry about you tumbling into the road."

I can hear the joking tone to his voice, but that doesn't stop him from using his hands new placement on my hips to move me to his other side, arm snaking around to hold me in place.

Or up right.

The answer could be both if I'm being honest with myself.

The Sidewalk Rule.

"Nico Hischier, I am not going to tumble into the road," There's a laugh to it when I say it, not the reassuring sound of a promise I was going for but it brings a smile to his face.

"For my peace of mind and your safety, can you please just stay on this side of me?"

The smirk that grows on my face is cheeky, I'm well aware, but the thought that came to mind was too good not to say aloud.

"If I stand closest to the road, will Captain Nico come out?"

He smirks, no real heat to my question or his response, and simply continues us on our path, not before placing a kiss to the top of my head.

"You're something else, you know that Win?"

#13 ways he says i love you #nhl fanfiction #the writing of spencer rose #original character #nico hischier x oc #nico hischier

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thewritingofspencerrose · 22 days

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general masterlist | Partners in Crime

an introduction into just how jack met crim

before all the love and chaos that was to come

Tap tap.

Someone must have just bumped into me.

Tap tap.

"Dahlia..." Bella's shaky voice begins, her eyes wide as she stares just past me.

"What is so surprising beh-" I can't even finish my line of questioning when I turn to see exactly what - more so who - is behind me.

Jack Hughes, number 86 for the Devils, smiling shyly and looking almost adorable in his little beanie.

"Sorry for interrupting, you seemed invested in the game so I figured now would be the best time to come down," He offers, shrugging.

"Um, hi," Is my awkward response.

"Hi," He chuckles, sticking out his hand for me to shake. "I'm Jack."

"I- I know," I stumble, and God I want to crawl inside a hole, "I think everyone in here knows who you are."

"Well, I'm really only hoping to know who you are?" Oh. Is he flirting with me?

"Oh, I'm Dahlia. Dahlia Quigley-Spencer."

"Well, it's nice to meet you Dahlia Quigley-Spencer," He assures, making me smile. "I saw you dancing from our box, and yelling at the refs," Jack begins with a chuckle, gesturing up to the box above us where other injured Devils in beanies are less than discretely looking over the railing at us.

"Do they usually have such a... staring problem?"

The question comes out before I can fully process, Bella snorting behind me as the ever supportive best friend that she is. Jack's laughing nearly as much as she is.

"They tend to be... involved in my life. We're lucky, my brother is on the ice or he'd probably down here too," Jack explains.

"And why is that?" I can't help but ask, hoping it comes off in the flirty way I'm meaning it to.

He smirks, and I can tell my words were taken in at least a small bit how I wanted them to be. "Because I came down to talk to a pretty lady, and he'd want to chirp me about how bad I am at flirting."

"Well I think you're not all that bad, may need a little sprucing up but your smile makes up for it." Oh that earns a blush.

"Really?" He asks cutely, like he's not used to being complemented, which I know isn't true. I can't help but nod, his smile growing. "Thanks, you have a pretty smile too," He returns, bringing a smile to my cheeks.

"Ew, barf, lover boy, are you going to join us or are you going to leave so we can pay attention to the second?" Bella asks, bringing to both Jack's and my attention that the boys are retaking the ice.

It brings an awkward moment to us, unsure of what to happen next.

"Would you like to join us? No one is really around here that might bother you?" I offer, "Also, then you could practice that flirting of yours."

He's smiling, it's a good sign. Body is relaxed, even breathing, he's visually happy.

All very good signs.

"Yeah, I think I'd like that," He agrees, waving up to his friends before taking the seat beside me. "So, are you always so cool when you come to hockey games?"

Bella laughs once more, and I really am regretting bringing her along.

"Am I usually yelling and dancing? Yes," I answer, turning my eyes away from where they had landed on the ice, and on to him. "Am I usually so smoothly flirty? No. I'm currently riddled with anxiety and purely coasting off of that to get me through this conversation."

He laughs, really loud and brightly, which does well to smooth some of my worries at my honesty.

"Well, you're doing great. Think you can handle another two periods of this?"

He's sweet. And I can't help but smile.

This boys is so much more than a hockey player.

"I think I'll be more than okay."

#the writing of spencer rose #original character #nhl fanfiction #jack hughes x oc #jack hughes fanfiction #jack hughes imagine #jack hughes x criminology oc #partner in crime #criminology

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Max Verstappen x Single!Mom OC

can you tell i'm finishing up/ cleaning out my drafts? this is based on max's padel match with other drivers a few races back that kelly & p attended

"If it isn't my favorite little muppet!" Lando's voice is the first to reach us as we enter the facility, Claire's entire face lighting up at the sight of Max's friend. Although it's not just Max and Lando, there's Daniel, and a few other drivers that we have been acquainted with, most that I recognize from the track but cannot for the life of me remember the name of.

"Mijn liefje," Max whispers into my hair, kissing the top of my head before hauling Claire into his arms, peppering kisses all over her face and pulling giggles from her little lips.

Five years old and you'd never know there was a time she was a colicky baby for months on end. You'd never know when she's around Max.

"Sorry we're late, someone decided to spray her juice box all over all over the front of my dress," I muse, partly amused by her and also still bothered that the once-white dress is now stained.

Max just chuckles, shaking his head at our girl before he pulls me to his since once more, kissing the side of my head. "You look gorgeous regardless. Thank you for coming."

His eyes are shining, nearly brighter than all of the lights in this court.

"Of course, Love, you know we appreciate any extra time we get with you," and I truly mean it. "Plus, this gives Claire a perfect place to run around so we're not cooped up with a crazy lady tonight in the hotel," I joke, said little girl giggling brightly.

"She enjoys the chaos she brings," Max's comment makes her laugh more, ever clearer that she has certainly been raised in part by him. For the last two years that we've been together he's been her second parent, her father figure, and it's obvious day in and day out that she's taking after him.

"Max, mate, don't hog my favorite members of your household!"

Lando's voice reminds me of the other driver's presence. His arms reach out, stealing Claire and throwing her onto his shoulders, wandering away without even a greeting.

"Be careful with her!" Max is quick to remind, taking my hand into his and pulling me along, closer to his work friends.

"Are you going to introduce us?" One I know to be Yuki asks, approaching us all from the other side of the court, lunchbag in hand.

He doesn't wait for an answer though, turning to me with a smile. "Can I share a snack with her?"

"Oh," my hand comes to my heart, "She has a couple allergies, so it depends on what the snack is?" Max's hand slips from mine to my waist, looking down at the Japanese driver.

"She's allergic to peanuts and gluten," He offers, offering a small smile.

Yuki nods, going over to Lando's shoulders and beginning a broken conversation with Claire, handing her what looks to be an apple slice.

"Schatz, these are my fellow drivers, Daniel Ricciardo, Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Fernando Alonso, Yuki Tsunoda, and then you know Lando," Max introduces, pointing to each man as he names. He turns to me now, smiling down on me as he speaks words meant for his friends. "This is my girlfriend Jean," He begins, turning to where Claire is still perched on Lando, "and our daughter Claire."

Our daughter.

I can't help how large my smile gets, looking up at Max like he's the sun. Because to me he is.

"You have a child?" Alonso is the one to ask, chuckling to himself, elbowing Carlos. "Man beats me on the tracks and to having a child, que sigue (what's next)?"

Typically I would join the boys in there laughter, but I'm too focused on the near tears in Claire's eyes as she stares at a laughing Max.

"You called me your daughter?"

That sends a pause over everyone.

"Wait, she is not his child?" Carlos questions, meant to be a quiet comment to his teammate.

"You're my daughter in the ways that matter," Max answers, pulling away from me and to take our tearful girl from Lando, hugging her tight to the space between us.

"Max and I got together when Claire was two, she's five now," I explain, offering a small smile to Max's friends.

"He's my dad," Claire smiles, arms wrapped tight around his neck.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you both," Charles is the one to greet. "It is nice to meet those who are Max's family."

"And it is nice to meet the famous inchedent man- i mean, his track family."

Everyone laughs once more, Max kissing my head. "You're a menace. No wonder Claire is chaos."

Claire just giggles, "You love us."

Max just smiles, shaking his head.

"I do."

#the writing of spencer rose #original character #formula 1 fanfiction #formula 1 #max verstappen x oc #single mom oc #dad max

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masterlist

so this ended up a LOT longer than expected...

based on the first race of the 2024 season where Max's lead was... unbelievable at best

enjoy!

"Charlie, please."

"I cant be here when he gets back, Cherie, I-," And I can hear everything he is feeling in this one sigh. "He was more than 20 seconds ahead of me today, ahead of everyone."

"You know thats not-"

"Not what? Not what he meant to do? It's his job to drive, but it's not his job to be ahead of even his teammate by ten seconds and to then go for the fastest lap, for that one point that he won't need to end the season," Charlie just shakes his head, entire body tense and eyes glassy as he pulls the zipper of his suit case.

"Charlie-" I want to cry. This isn't how we wanted to start the season, Charles not even being able to be in the same room as Max. "I'm not going to let you go unless I know you have a plan."

The tears start to fall as I blink, slowly trailing down my cheeks with the same pace of Charles steps towards me, bag dragging along.

"I will go to Jeddah early as planned, but on my own, not on his plane," He explains quietly, pads of his thumbs wiping over my cheeks. "You are welcome to come with me-"

"He would think we left him," I can't help but interrupt, feeling like my heart is tearing. "He can't handle that, he's just getting to a good place."

And he sighs again, because he knows we can't both leave him.

He'd never recover.

"You stay here then, and I will see you in a couple days," He agrees, smiling sadly before leaning in and kissing the tip of my nose. "But I have to go before he gets back."

"Char-"

"Mon ange," He says this time, voice strict and I know for sure now that there is no changing his mind.

"I love you, please text me when you get to the airport," I request, pulling him into my arms and resting my head against his chest before pulling away, staying close as he leans down and presses his lips to my own. "We'll figure this out, just go take your time."

"Je vous aime," He purrs, kissing me one more time before walking towards the door, hand on the handle.

"Charles, you can't leave before I say it back," I remind, tears still streaming but a small smile on both our faces. Pausing for a moment, he just chuckles at my theatrics.

"So?"

"I love you too."

"Schatje? Liefje?" Max's tired voice reaches my ears an hour later, smelling of champagne and having a dopey smile from the joy of the day.

I love when he's like this.

And I hate what my words are about to do to his positive mood.

"Hi my love," I greet with a small smile, having already changed into the hoodie that Lando had gotten me for the boys and my anniversary, split down the center of Redbull and Ferrari.

"Charles in the shower?" Is his question as he leans down to kiss my cheek, "I wanted to check on him, he seemed upset after the race."

Oh God.

"About that," Is how I begin, his hands smoothing down my body and onto my hips, applying just the slightest bit of pressure. "Charlie took an earlier flight. He should be landing in Jeddah soon."

There's the drop of his expression that I didn't want to see.

"What? We were all meant to fly out tomorrow morning on my plane, weren't we? Did something change?"

"He- he's not handling Redbull's performance well," Is the most gentle way I can think to deliver the news, wrapping my arms around his neck, playing with the short pieces of hair at the bottom of his neck.

But he's unwrapping my wrists from his neck, taking a large step back as his entire face freezes over. "He left because he was jealous?"

"He wasn't-"

"You just said that he wasn't handling our performance well. Redbull's. My performance. So he left," Max states, and the usual care that's in his voice when he talks about Charles is gone. While I'm aware it's only momentary, we've been through so much worse for this to be longer than that.

But his eyes are cold, and it's as though I can physically see him withdrawing into himself, into that man the media believes him to be.

Strong. Cold. Unbreakable.

And I can't help but hate it.

This isn't Max, it's the walls he builds.

Fucking Jos Verstappen.

He's moving again before I can even say anything, "Pack up your stuff. Als hij zich als een kind wil gedragen en weg wil rennen, dan zullen we hem als een ouder achtervolgen (if he wants to act as a child and run away, then we will chase him down like a parent)," He grumbles, tossing clothes back into his suitcase.

"I have no idea what you just said, but okay, we can pack up."

"Mamma?" Max can hear her voice, but not see her.

Oh... She's hiding in his plane's bathroom. On the phone. Why?

"Mamma, I don't know how to fix it this time," Her sobs seep through the walls. "I know Max doesn't mean to be so far ahead, but Charles can't handle being torn down by the man he loves for another season. I had just gotten Charlie back up to his confidence before last season."

"Max can't stop from winning, but I can't help Charlie when he needs it. We promised Max we would never leave him and Charles left."

"We're on our way to Charles now. I just can't see watch them fight again, Mamma. My heart can't take it."

All Max can think is one thing.

What are they doing to her?

"Charles, open the door."

My hearts pounding, I should have taken more of my anxiety medication.

Or gotten high.

No... I haven't done that since college.

But I can't take this.

"Charlie," I can feel the lump in my throat as I say his name, "Please."

It takes a few moments, longer than I was hoping and enough for me to worry he may never open the door, before he does, his arms encompassing me before I even get a word out.

"Mon amour," He breathes out, pulling away enough to wipe the tears I hadn't noticed falling, my hands taking hold of his hoodie. Max's hoodie. "Please don't cry."

"Schatje?" Max's voice is soft, his tone as if he's afraid he's going to spook a deer.

Charles body tenses around my own, but he does move us further into the room, allowing Max to enter and close the door, laying our bags to the side.

"Can we please talk?"

"I left early to avoid talking."

"Charlie-"

"Mon -"

"If you two do can not talk this out like to people in a relationship, I'm going to stay with my mother."

That achieves both of their attention.

"Vous êtes quoi? (you're what?)"

"Je bent wat? (you're what?)"

"We shouldn't be in a relationship if we're unable to talk about our issues," I explain as I sit on the end of the bed. "Two and a half years in you would think we'd be better at this," my hands meeting my face.

"Charles," my eyes don't open, but I can hear the desperation which prompts me to peek. And when I do I want to continue my cry from the plane.

Charles has taken a seat on the side of the bed, Max holding his face as he kneels in front of him.

"You know I have no control over the team's differences in abilities. But I do play a part in how you feel. And I do know we both love her, and each other, too much to not talk this through."

"Mad Max Verstappen, are you being emotional?" Charlie questions, earning my full attention.

He's smiling, they both are, and they're both teary eyed.

And I throw myself on top of Charles back, toppling the both of us into Max and onto the floor.

"There's my boys."

#the writing of spencer rose #original character #formula 1 fanfiction #formula 1 #polyamourous #polyamory #lestappen #charles leclerc x oc #max verstappen x oc x charles leclerc #max verstappen x oc #lestappen x oc

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Adoption?

general masterlist | Freefall: A Series

inspired by Ollie's rookie debut and him attaching himself to Charles for that race weekend

"I want to adopt him."

"Mon amour, we can't just adopt an 18 year old who's father is actively in the garage," Charles tries to explain, although I will officially take none of that.

"Ollie!" The poor kid jumps upon hearing my voice, not expecting to be acknowledged during this little downtime. He smiles, though, regardless of the scare, and makes his way over to Carlo, Charles, and me.

"Hi Ms.Earnhardt," Oh he's adorable.

But it doesn't stop me from crossing my arms, standing with a pose of disappointment. "Ollie, we've talked about this last season. You don't need to call me Ms.Earnhardt, Lynnleigh or Lynn is good enough."

He's blushing now, brightly nodding along. "Right, yes, Lynnleigh. And hi Charles, Carlos, glad to see you're out of the hospital!"

Oh he's so sweet.

"Ollie, can I ask you a question?"

"Mon amour, no-"

Charles gets no time to finish his thought, because I know it'll just be him trying to stop me. "Can Charlie and I adopt you?"

And here comes the look of shock on the two men and the boy's face.

"Can you- what?" Ollie isn't the only person to pause, Carlos' thick brows raising in question while the Ferrari crew around us slow, giving me the look of an animal in a zoo.

Peculiar and entertaining.

"Can Charlie and I adopt you?" I repeat, smiling brightly as Charles pulls me under his arm, shaking his head as his hand clamps down over my mouth.

"I'm sorry about her, it's the American in her."

Ollie just laughs awkwardly at his dismissal, "Uh, I mean I do have parents."

Moments like these, I curse Charlie's strength because it genuinely does make removing his hand from my mouth more difficult, no matter how much I adore his strong arms wrapped around me.

But I manage, his arm dropping to rest around my waist and link with his other hand on my hip.

"Ollie," I start, making sure my voice is soft and mellow. "I don't mean for us to legally adopt you, kiddo. I mean like, can we be your paddock parents?"

"So- you don't want to adopt me adopt me, just like, actually no, I'm still confused. What's happening?"

"In exchange for one hug every race, I will bring you snacks and keep you entertained if you get bored. And Charlie will mentor you."

"When did I offer this?" Charles's question is whispered in my ear, not out of refusal but instead of confusion.

He gets a kiss in return, no answer, and just nods, accepting this consolation.

Glancing back to Ollie, he looks excited and my heart jumps.

"So I get to keep my parents and have an extra pair for race weekends?" Oh this is so going where I want it to.

"Exactly!" I exclaim, tapping Charles's chest and getting an oomph. "See! He gets it!"

"Yes, yes, mon ange excité (my excitable angel), I can see he is understanding your crazy." Cue another tap to his stupidly toned chest.

"Ignore Charles, he doesn't get it," I dismiss, the young boy chuckling brightly, curls bouncing as he nods.

"I think I'd enjoy this," The teen agrees, putting his hand out to shake my own while Carlos guffaws at what he's seeing. "You're got yourself a deal!"

I can't help the cheer the slips out as I shake his hand, quickly turning around to look up to Charles. "Charlie, we've acquired our first grid kid!"

Kissing my lips, he can't help the smile that takes over seeing how happy this makes not only me, but the rookie who had been vibrating with nerves over his rookie debut. "Would you look at that."

It's then that Ollie's father walks by, the teen seeing him and getting even more joyful.

He's pulling us into a group hug before I can even process what's happening before running away, following his father.

"Dad! I have new paddock parents!"

"Vous êtes adorable (you're adorable)."

"I don't know what you're saying, but I love you too."

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general masterlist | hockey masterlist

So... this is, spicier than I typically write, we're trying something new.

So yeah, consider that a warning. Begins under the cut :)

Please give feedback, I promise I can take it.

Being in a relationship with Nico Hischier meant a lot of things.

A lot of young hockey players thinking I'm suddenly their mom.

A lot of facetime dates when he's on the road.

A lot of time spent molded together on his couch, his hand running through my hair with a 90s sitcom in the background.

And some nights, dating Nico means experiencing his love in the bedroom.

"What's this one?" His lips are making my brain malfunction; their soft touch barely graces the skin his breath is hovering over. The warmth of his body as he uses his arms to hover over my entire body, hard on pressing against my inner thigh, only separated by the boxers he still has on.

Said lips are currently greeting the tattoo I have on the back of my shoulder, how he's reaching it a mystery I can't piece together.

"It's words. A quote."

Nico pulls away, brows raised and eyes skeptical. "You know the rules, baby. You tell me about your tattoos and I'll move closer to where you want me. When you stop answering, I stop kissing."

"Nicooo," The whine is unescapable, how could it be when his lips feel like this and one of his hands is sliding up my side, inching closer and closer to my breast.

"Tell me the story behind your tattoo and you'll get what you want, Schatz."

Fuck him.

Well, I guess that is the goal.

"It says you are my sunshine in my grandmother's cursive, she used to sing it to me all the time," I manage, breaths deep as I try to focus on my words and not the hand teasing around my nipple.

His hand shifts to running down my body as he moves even lower to kiss over the Roman numerals on my wrist. "And this?"

"Sister's birthday."

"Which sister?" He can't be serious, his hand just placed itself over my core and he's asking about which sister.

"Both," It's basically a gasp, "They were both born on the 26th of their month, so it's a 26."

His weight shifts, earning a groan as he's pressed harder into my thigh, moving his mouth to my neck before trailing down my clavicle and to my arm, where a line drawing of a bouquet of flowers sits, "And this?"

"Flowers in honor of my great-grandmother, they're her birth flower," I'm nearing whiney. I can't control it but God I hate it.

He's shifting once more, and I can tell in how shifting he is while he moves his lips to my where his hands just were, hand moving from the one breast to the other.

"Neeks this is mean."

"Shatz, you're being whiney. The whinier you are, the slower this is."

He hates me. That has to be the only reason he's drawing this out.

His mouth is sucking, tongue swirling as I move my hands to his hair, knitting them through how long its gotten.

If I can just-

"Are you trying to push my head down?"

"...no?" It's a question, must be a question, or he won't continue his path.

He doesn't respond, but he does lift his head, a smirk on his face that only ever comes out when he's winning a game or in here with me.

Okay, so no didn't work.

"Please?" Is my next attempt.

He's smiling even larger.

I definitely don't hate him. I love him with my entire being.

"Only because you asked nicely," He's shifting again, this time placing his mouth on the florals wrapping around my upper thigh. "And after we've finished my game."

"My middle name is Rose, they're roses."

And now he's at my other hip, and the inhale he takes is sudden and deep. "What is this?"

Now it's my turn to be cheeky because this is my newest addition, one he hasn't seen yet, and he's genuinely surprised by.

"I got it during your last roadie," I can't help how bright I'm smiling, no matter how worked up I am.

"Is it what I think it is?" His hands leave me, now just holding himself up as he radiates joy. "The number thirteen in Roman numerals?"

"For you, my favorite hockey player," my head is nodding as best I can from where I'm laying. "I got it for our four years; I was waiting for you to notice."

"I love you," Is all he can say. "I love you so so much, Schatz."

"I love you too," I giggle brightly.

His smile shifts, a smirk taking over and his lips are back on my skin, moving lower and lower to just above where I need him.

His eyes glance up through his lashes, still smirking. "I think you've earned what you want."

"Fucking finally."

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