โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.

โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.

UNDER CONSTRUCTION AS OF: FEBRUARY 13, 2024

WORKS WITHOUT A LINK ON THE TITLE ARE YET TO BE UPLOADED !

REQUESTS ARE OPEN !

SMUT! [s] FLUFF! [f] ANGST! [a]

โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.

๐Ÿ CHARLES LECLERC 16

โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.
โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.
โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.

โœง PASSENGER PRINCESS [s]

in which charles tries to teach his girlfriend how to drive on her twenty second birthday.

๐Ÿ CARLOS SAINZ 55

โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.
โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.
โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.

โœง LUNA, SOL Y MAR [f]

in which carlos reminisces about your long relationship before he decides to propose to you. (inspired by the song, san lucas by kevin kaarl)

โœง BEGGING [s,smau]

in which carlos suffers the consequences of liking an influencer who is younger than him. (part two here)

๐Ÿ LANDO NORRIS 4

โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.
โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.
โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.

โœง FRIENDS WITH YOUR EX [s,a]

in which lando is nervous to see how carlos will react when he sees him with you. (inspired by landon barker's song, friends with your ex)

โœง 4EVER [s,a,f]

in which lando finally comes to his senses after seeing pictures of ferrari's golden boy and you.

โœง JUST MARRIEDll [f]

in which lando accidentally gets married to his best friend in vegas! (this is the alternate ending to just married with oscar piastri; can be used as a stand alone)

๐Ÿ OSCAR PIASTRI 81

โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.
โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.
โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.

โœง JUST MARRIED [a,f]

in which oscar accidentally get married to his ex girlfriend in vegas! (alternate ending with lando norris, just married ll)

๐Ÿ LEWIS HAMILTON 44

โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.
โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.
โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.

โœง WANT YOU AROUND [s,a]

in which lewis finds himself falling in love with his fuck buddy. (inspired by snoh aelegra's song, i want you around.)

๐Ÿ LOGAN SARGEANT 2

โœง BEAUTFUL [f,a, smau]

in which logan makes sure to never treat you the way you got treated before. (ft. oscar piastri)

more coming soon...

โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.

โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.

๐Ÿ OLIVER BEARMAN 8

โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.
โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.
โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.

โœง ENAMORADO [f]

in which ollie finds himself deeply in love with his girlfriend and always doing little things for her.

more coming soon...

โœง ๐…๐Ÿ ๐Œ๐€๐’๐“๐„๐‘๐‹๐ˆ๐’๐“ เฟ หš.

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8 months ago

F1 MASTERLIST

F1 MASTERLIST
F1 MASTERLIST
F1 MASTERLIST

motorsports masterlist.

MAX VERSTAPPEN

the great war (ft. lando norris) (smau)

blowing smoke (smau)

friends (smau)

yes, and? (smau)

risk (smau)

fresh out the slammer

imgonnagetyouback part 2

the prophecy

CHARLES LECLERC

bye (ft. alexandra saint mleux) (smau)

eternal sunshine (smau)

CARLOS SAINZ

supernatural (smau)

so it goes... (smau)

LANDO NORRIS

the great war (ft. max verstappen) (smau)

when you walk away (smau)

so high school (smau)

barcelona (smau)

crush (smau)

OSCAR PIASTRI

we used to have more part 2 part 3 (smau series)

donโ€™t wanna break up again (smau)

imperfect for you (smau)

obsessed (smau)

the secret of us (smau)

mclaren admin (smau)

guilty as sin?

ALEX ALBON

so american (smau)

DANIEL RICCIARDO

peace (smau)

FRANCO COLAPINTO

donโ€™t smile (smau)

1 year ago
โ”€โ”€ LET ME BE THE LIGHTER #MAXVERSTAPPEN
โ”€โ”€ LET ME BE THE LIGHTER #MAXVERSTAPPEN

โ”€โ”€ LET ME BE THE LIGHTER #MAXVERSTAPPEN

โ”€โ”€ LET ME BE THE LIGHTER #MAXVERSTAPPEN

If you gonna set fire to the night Baby, let me be the lighter.

โ€” THE DRIVER. MANESKIN

summary: max raced knowing heโ€™d win. You raced as if you had nothing else to lose. That was something the fans of F1 had grown accustomed to since you joined. Being the only driver who could truly make the Max Verstappen break a sweat during this season, all the odds seemed to be in your favor during one eventful race where you could finally overtake him on the last few laps, breaking his winning streak and also โ€”by consequence โ€” yours and his peace in the near future.

OR : the one where you and max are mortal enemies yet the public loves you two so much you are forced to become a thing for the sake of viewership.

โ”€โ”€ LET ME BE THE LIGHTER #MAXVERSTAPPEN

# GENERAL DATA :

โ‡ข max verstappen x fem! driver reader. fake dating au! enemies to lovers. slow burn with lots of angst, drama and some fluff (as well as a poor attempt at humor).

โ†ป : sns and written fanfic. this work includes lots of cussing, horrid humor, toxic parents, hate comments from the public, overall pressure from the teams and drama. in this fic, lewis has already signed with ferrari and the reader is the new driver for mercedes. SPECIFIC WARNINGS ADDED TO EACH CHAPTER.

โ†ป : taglist open just send me an ask to be added !

EXTRA INFO : this fanfic will be divided in acts, containing five chapters each. Once an act is finalized, a bonus chapter will be included or a new dynamic will be added to keep readers engaged so pay attention to the updates on the blog to see what will happen near the end of each act to participate!

โ”€โ”€ LET ME BE THE LIGHTER #MAXVERSTAPPEN
โ”€โ”€ LET ME BE THE LIGHTER #MAXVERSTAPPEN

TABLE OF CONTENT :

# ACT ONE โ€”

[#001] : no peace for the winners.

[#002]: schatje.

[#003]: not a happy couple.

[#004]: this isnโ€™t an apology.

[#005]: dyspnea.

#specialbonuschapter. โ†ป dynamic one results.

# ACT TWO โ€”

[#006]: the person behind the door.

[#007] : Blue blanket.

โ”€โ”€ LET ME BE THE LIGHTER #MAXVERSTAPPEN

#taglist: @alilcloudy @chiliwhore @halleest @welovediaaxx @its-avalon-08 @hiireadstuff @prudyhoo @almostjollypizza @butterfly-lover @sunsshinesunny @tsukishitm-a @be-your-coffee-pot @bruhhhhhhhhehhhhhhh @ironmaiden1313 @indesicivelyconfuzzled @sargeantdumbass @asmoothoperator @brettlorenzi3 @lewisvinga @dr4g0ngirl @fruity-dirtbag @ladyladybuggg @woozarts @casperlikej @marshmummy @leclercdream @namgification @mellowarcadefun @c-losur3 @boiohboii @xoscar03 @theseerbetweenus @reidsworld @laura-naruto-fan1998 @sltwins @reyanfia @mvk1ma @softieekayy @gladysmcdonalds @โ€‹67-angelofthelordme-67 @dear-fifi @forza-dolce @chonkybonky @33-81 @lozzamez3 @ivyvlair @ssrcsm @spencers-bitch @idkkkkk9 @kuskumu @evie-119 @sltwins @ryanandshanearemydads @formula1mount @arian-directioner @jxnellat @landorris @folklorsweet @openthenyoor01 @booksandflowrs @vizzzashley @a-beaverhausen

โ”€โ”€ LET ME BE THE LIGHTER #MAXVERSTAPPEN

A / N : this is a little idea Iโ€™ve been preparing for a while so I hope whoever reads it enjoys it ๐Ÿซถ๐Ÿป โ€ข I will post whenever Iโ€™m done proofreading the stuff I already wrote so that means this fic has no fixed schedule.

2 months ago

if youโ€™re like me and you only watch f1 for free, here are some free sites you can watch it live at:

sportshub.stream - this is my personal favorite

totalsportek.pro

sportsurge.club

thehomesport.net

weakstream.org

there are also free apps you can watch it in:

Live player

strym tv - you need a code to watch in this app so you just press the + sign on the upper left corner, choose โ€œImport playlist from URLโ€ and paste this url http: //movitv. pro just remove the spaces

all of these have ads and if you have access to VPN, you might want to use it but iโ€™ve tried all these links and app last season and hadnโ€™t gotten a virus.

2 months ago

๐™ˆ๐˜ผ๐™“ ๐™‘๐™€๐™๐™Ž๐™๐˜ผ๐™‹๐™‹๐™€๐™‰ ๐™๐™„๐˜พ ๐™๐™€๐˜พ๐™Ž.

๐™ˆ๐˜ผ๐™“ ๐™‘๐™€๐™๐™Ž๐™๐˜ผ๐™‹๐™‹๐™€๐™‰ ๐™๐™„๐˜พ ๐™๐™€๐˜พ๐™Ž.

โ€” hello everyone !! welcome to the last part of the poll series, lmk if you guys want another one, seeing as my f1 fic recs were so popular !! thank you all again for so much good comments and positivity, it makes me so happy that people enjoy my silly little fic comps ;D. enjoy !!

my poll fic recs !!

โ€” oscar piastri fic recs โ€” lando norris fic recs

[or check out my f1 drivers fic recs]

โ€ข my most favorite reads = ๐Ÿฉท

๐™ˆ๐˜ผ๐™“ ๐™‘๐™€๐™๐™Ž๐™๐˜ผ๐™‹๐™‹๐™€๐™‰ ๐™๐™„๐˜พ ๐™๐™€๐˜พ๐™Ž.

โ€” blurbs and short writings

โ€ข tacky tree by @landososcar ๐Ÿฉท

โ€ข all i want by @verstappen-cult

โ€ข too many kisses by @verstappenverse

โ€ข circles back 2 you by @giuseppe-yuki

โ€” oneshots/imagines

โ€ข serve by @theonottsbxtch

โ€ข my birthday, my love by โ†‘

โ€ข my peace by โ†‘

โ€ข don't wanna be saved by โ†‘ ๐Ÿฉท

โ€ข forever and always by โ†‘

โ€ข mi novio, max verstappen by โ†‘ ๐Ÿฉท

โ€ข teen idle by โ†‘ ๐Ÿฉท

ann's (@theonottsbxtch) writing is some of the best things that has grazed the earth's surface, which is why i added her BEAUTIFULLY written max fics for everyone to enjoy, you're welcome. ALSO i love love love her f1 driver eye descriptions i read them and i just stared at a wall for like 5 minutes js thinking about them ๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜ญ please read them they're so good: here

โ€ข she's always a woman by @starkwlkr

โ€ข birthday celebration? by @giuseppe-yuki

โ€ข secret admirer by โ†‘

โ€ข green light, red flag by @landoughnut

โ€ข made with love by โ†‘ ๐Ÿฉท

โ€” series

โ€ข snap out of it by @diqldrunks

โžœ part two

โ€” smau

โ€ข girl, so confusing by @astonmartinii

โ€ข put it all on red (bull) by โ†‘ ๐Ÿฉท

โ€ข rb admin by @leclercwriting

โ€ข blowing smoke by @afterglowsainz

โ€ข friends by โ†‘

โ€ข positions by โ†‘

โ€ข crying in the club by @pomegranatesarchive

โ€ข enemies or lovers by โ†‘ ๐Ÿฉท

โ€ข please date my sister in law by โ†‘

โ€ข miami baby by @norrisainz33

๐™ˆ๐˜ผ๐™“ ๐™‘๐™€๐™๐™Ž๐™๐˜ผ๐™‹๐™‹๐™€๐™‰ ๐™๐™„๐˜พ ๐™๐™€๐˜พ๐™Ž.

final "chunk" of the poll fic rec series, tell me your feedback i really want to improve my quality of work ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธ๐Ÿ™‚โ€โ†•๏ธas always, thank you all SO MUCH !! as always, have an amazing day/night ๐ŸŒž๐Ÿงก

1 year ago

always you โ€” mick schumacher

Always You โ€” Mick Schumacher

pairing. mick schumacher x verstappen!merc racing engineer!fem!reader

summary. mick had always been inexplicably tied to you, no matter what distance grew between you. even if it took over two decades for you to figure it out, it had always been mick. it would always be mick. 5.4k, 18+

playlist. "invisble string" by taylor swift, "the perfect pair" by beabadoobee, "moves" by suki waterhouse, "i wanna be yours" by arctic monkeys, "let the light in feat. father john misty" by lana del ray

warnings. pining, mick is kind of very much pitiful in this alright, smut, l-bombs, sort of sub!mick, google translated german, almost choking, oral (fem and male receiving), penetrative sex

. . .

"I'm telling you what the data says, and it says you're wrong, so follow the damn line, George."

Mick fought a smile as you told George off over the radio. Toto cast you a look that you didn't even seem to see, let alone acknowledge. The team principal didn't look all that surprised when you didn't take your eyes off the screens of data you were getting input from.

In the next lap, George's lap time dropped nearly four seconds thanks to your suggestion. George didn't offer an apology for doubting you and you didn't expect one; you only expected him to be consistent in how he attacked turns seven and eight, to continue following your instructions.

Mick had observed your and George's relationship over the last few seasons you had been working with him. As George's racing engineer, you had quite a close working relationship with the Brit.

Off track, you were good if unlikely friends. Where George was all pretense and propriety and politeness, you were nothing but brutally honest, succinct, and to the point. But you were close in age and often seen together chatting and laughing.

On track, you were pretty much the same, if not even more blunt, if that was possible. George fed off your no-nonsense attitude, communicating clearly and without any of the fluff normally gracing his conversational skills.

Mick admired how well you worked with George. He admired just about everything you did. You could sit there doing absolutely nothing and F1TV would catch Mick staring at you like a lovesick fool again.

He still doesn't know how he hadn't seen the cameraman filming him as he watched you from across the garage two weekends ago. People kept referring to him as "Heart Eyes" Schumacher and he really could not blame them after seeing the clip of himself watching you.

You hadn't said anything to him about it. In fact, you hadn't said anything to him all season. Or during pre-season. Or in the two years prior when he was driving for Haas. Or in the thirteen years it had been since your dads had their falling out.

Mick would have liked to talk to you. He would have liked to talk about nothing or everything like you used to. He would have listened to you ramble about statistics and analytics and anything you wanted, even if he didn't understand a word of it.

But you had looked at him maybe three times since he signed on as Mercedes reserve driver. You either didn't remember orโ€”more likely, knowing your keen mindโ€”you didn't care about your shared history.

Even if it was in your childhood and so much had changed since then, Mick still remembered. He remembered playdates and shared family vacations and spending every second together that you could before your dad dragged you away.

He remembered noticing how different your dad treated you than his dad treated him. He remembered sleeping over once and hearing your dad screaming at you until you ran to your bedroom in tears. He remembered telling his dad about it all.

He remembered how he was the one to ruin everything.

You didn't seem to remember any of itโ€”or, at least, you never seemed to reminisce on it. Never got caught up staring at him wondering how things could have been different. Never got distracted by unexplainable yet unavoidable and likely unrequited feelings for someone that was once your friend over a decade ago.

When he was with Haas, your lack of interaction could be excused; you were on different teams. Since he had signed with Mercedes, it felt like you had purposefully been ignoring him for months.

He could approach you. He could simply walk up to you at any point when you weren't fully absorbed by readout screens and analytic diagnoses and strike up a conversation.

He didn't want to push his luck. He didnโ€™t fully understand why you wouldnโ€™t talk to him but he also didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

If being near you meant never truly being close to you again, Mick could live with that. Ultimately, you owed him nothing, so he could watch from afar and adore you silently. He could be content with that.

After all, it was his fault that everything fell apart in the first place.

.

"Hey, heart eyes! Come here!"

Mick hesitated before making his way to where Lewis was in the VIP section of this Friday night's club of choice.

"Hi?"

"I can't help but notice that you're pathetically in love with your race engineer."

"She's George's engineerโ€”"

"Thatโ€™s beside the point. Anyway, I think your girl could use some saving."

"She's not my girl."

Lewis hadn't said your name. Mick didn't need him to.

Mick leaned on the balcony railing beside Lewis, looking down over the crowd on the main floor of the club. He found you embarrassingly fast. You were wearing a black shirt, pink shorts, and sandals.

He had seen you come in earlier with your brother and thought you were probably the prettiest girl there that night. If you were put in a room with the world's top models, Mick would still think the same.

On the floor below, your personal space was being invaded by a dark-haired man in glasses. You looked incredibly uncomfortable, glancing around for anyone you knew who you could latch onto and get away from the man who was talking at you incessantly.

It wasnโ€™t even a conscious decision on Mickโ€™s part. One second, he was watching you from the VIP balcony and the next, he was pushing his way through the dance floor to get to you.

The unnamed glasses man put a hand on your back, touching the sliver of exposed skin between your shirt and shorts. You visibly tensed up.

Before he could think better of it, Mick called your name and pretended to stumble into you and the man.

โ€œHey! Iโ€™ve been looking for you.โ€ He played up being drunk as he stuck himself between you and Glasses. โ€œHey, mate, howโ€™s it going? Who are you?โ€

โ€œIโ€™m Nolan. And we were having a conversation.โ€

Mick had to hand it to โ€˜Nolan,โ€™ he was persistent. โ€œMy bad, I guess. Y/N, your brotherโ€™s looking for you. Come on.โ€

He walked off and you followed after him. He hadnโ€™t really thought this far ahead. He hadnโ€™t been thinking at all. He was running by the seat of his pants and hoping he didnโ€™t end up making things worse.

Last time he had thought he was helping you, he didn't speak to you for thirteen years.

โ€œMy brother left an hour ago.โ€

โ€œI know.โ€

Mick kept walking towards the stairs up to VIP.

You kept following.

Maybe this time, things would be different.

.

When Mick was 11, he mentioned to his mom that your dad yelled at you and made you cry. That same day, his dad sat him down and asked him to tell him everything he knew about how Jos Verstappen treated his children.

He had told him everything he knew because he didnโ€™t know why he shouldnโ€™t. If his dad wanted to know, it had to be important. Maybe he would be helping you by telling his dad.

A week later, Mick was playing with you in the backyard when your dad started yelling. Except that time, he wasnโ€™t yelling at you or his most frequent target of your older brother Max, he was yelling at Mickโ€™s dad.

That day had ended with your father dragging you away from Mick. Mick remembers thinking he had grabbed you so roughly; didnโ€™t it hurt to be seized by your arm and jerked around like that?

Jos didnโ€™t care. He just yelled at Mickโ€™s dad to stay away if he had such an issue with how he raised his children. So, the Schumachers stayed away. The last memory Mick had of you was with tears streaming down your face, begging your dad not to make Mick leave.

A little less than ten years later, Mick was a Formula One reserve driver. That same year, you had graduated early from university and earned a spot as a Williams performance engineer. Then, you went to Mercedes in 2021 and took over as Georgeโ€™s racing engineer at only twenty two years of age while Mick was racing with Haas.

"I thought you hated me."

You looked up at him, mouth full. "What? Why would I hate you?"

"For telling my dad about everything. For tearing us apart."

You swallowed your mouthful of sandwich, sat across from him in Mercedes hospitality on your lunch break.

After that night in the club, you and Mick rekindled your old friendship. You looked at him, now. You smiled at him and talked to him and sought him out just to sit and talk during your break.

Getting a second chance to be your friend was more than Mick ever thought he would have.

"Mick, that wasn't your fault. My dad... it's complicated. But our dads' falling out wasn't your fault. I never blamed you for it. You know that, right?"

No, he had not known that. He had spent the last thirteen years blaming himself for losing you. He had assumed you would blame him, too, for ending your friendship because he had spent so long as a self proclaimed scapegoat.

"Mick."

"I know that now."

"Mick!"

"Iโ€” Okay, I know it's stupid but I have always blamed myself for the whole situation. Then, when we both were getting into F1, you never reached out."

"You never reached out, either!"

"I know that but I figured you wanted nothing to do with me, so I never tried to talk to you."

"You're so daft sometimes, Schumacher."

Mick took your empty insult without argument.

After spending every free second he had with you over the last several weeks, he realized how dumb he had been. He never thought of himself as the melodramatic type but he had really been going through it when he thought you were avoiding him.

"I've never been the smartest when it comes to you."

You just scoffed at him and ate more of your sandwich.

The next day, it was a double podium for Mercedes with Lewis in P2 and George in third. With your brother on the top step of the podium, you were elated, grin broad and voice loud over the radio as you congratulated George for a race well done.

Then, you looked around the garage. Mick didn't know why until your eyes found him along the back wall. You were looking for him. You smiled (at him) and he was smiling back before he even had to think about it.

Being with you had always been easy. As kids, you never argued. You shared toys and always managed to find some weird, convoluted way to mash what you both wanted to do together.

Now that you had gotten over whatever misunderstandings that kept you apart for the last few years, it was easy again. There was never anything you two couldn't talk about. There was never awkward silence. There was never any want to not be near each other.

Mick spent all night celebrating Mercedes' 2-3 finish with you. It was easy to spend hours by your side, to stand too close, to look at you for too long. Once he had a few drinks, it was all too easy to speak his mind around you, lips loose and heart full.

"I missed you."

"I missed you, too, Micky."

"I mean I really missed you. All the time. I would think about you sometimes and miss what we used to have."

Your eyes were soft and focused only on him. He was barely tipsy from the alcohol but he was definitely drunk on you.

"Then, we were both in F1. But it was the pandemic and I was still worried you didn't want to see me. Then, when I was with Haas, I was so scared to approach you."

"Did I do something to make you think I hated you?"

"No, I was just in my head. And those months preparing for the season with Mercedes were the worst. You were so close but I was still too scared to talk to you."

"I wanted to talk to you, too," you admitted. "I thought about doing it sometimes but... I don't know. We hadn't spoken in so long and I was always so busy. I guess I was scared, too."

"I wish we had spoken sooner. We could have had this so much sooner."

"Had what sooner?"

"I don't know." That was a lie. "This. Us."

In all honesty, Mick didn't know what you two were. To anyone who asked, he would say old friends. But you were much more than that.

When he was ten, Mick kissed you for the first time. He had been in love with you since before he even understood what it meant. There was more heartbreak in the severing of your friendship than your families knew, more than either of you had known at that point.

And now, you were together again. Friends again. Except, friends don't sit knee to knee for hours at a time, wholly absorbed in nothing but each other in a raucous club with post-race celebrations going on all around them.

Friends don't let friends ghost their fingertips over the exposed skin of their shoulders, rest their hands on each other's thighs, play with the ends of their hair or the hem of their clothes.

"I missed us." Mick wondered if you knew what he meant by that.

You smiled (at him, again). "Me, too."

You were so close to him. Any sort of respectable distance was out the window. Your thighs were pressed together. You were sat sideways, head resting in your hand as you leaned an arm on the back of the couch.

He could sit up a little straighter and that was all it would take to reach your lips. He was seriously debating doing it.

Then, your brother smacked the back of your head as he was walking past, said something to you in Dutch that had you cursing at him in the same language.

"Hey, Mick," Max tossed at him with an uncomfortably knowing grin.

"Hey, Max."

Suddenly faced with the older brother of the woman he was just been fantasizing about kissing in the middle of a public space, Mick felt his face grow hot. He couldn't quite make eye contact with the eldest Verstappen child.

"Go away, Max," you told your brother with a glare.

Kelly took pity on you, dragging her boyfriend away.

"What did he say?" Mick asked you.

"'Get a room.'"

Mick laughed nervously, shifted away from you slightly. "Sorry, Iโ€”"

"Do you want to get out of here?"

Being with you had always been easy. It was maybe the easiest thing Mick had ever done to nod his head yes and let you drag him out of that club.

You sat too close in the cab ride back to the hotel. He stood too close in the elevator up to his hotel room. You held his arm as he fumbled with the keycard to get the door open.

You pushed at his chest to get him to sit on the edge of the bed. He went down willingly, kept his eyes on you the entire time. You stood between his legs, pushed his hair back, let him lean into your touch.

"Is this okay?" you asked.

Were you seriously asking that? He had turned into putty in your hands from just a few touches. You hadn't even kissed him yet.

"Mick," you insisted at his silence.

"Yes. It's okay. It is so okay. Don't stop. Please."

He couldn't find it in himself to be embarrassed by just how easily you had reduced him to begging.

Above him, you smiled before leaning down to press your lips to his. His neck was craned back; you had a hand on the back of his head and one on his shoulder to keep him in place. He let you dictate the pace, let you kiss him however you wanted.

It was slow at first, just your lips on his. You set the tempo low, moved your mouth at a torturous pace. You sucked his bottom lips between both of yours. When your tongue finally poked out, he let his jaw slacken, let you lick into his mouth without a need to fight against it.

You slid your tongue against his. The exchange of saliva was erotic and messy and left Mick panting against you. He gripped the backs of your thighs, adjusted his hips, tangled his fingers in the hem of your dress.

Mick slipped into German as he got lost in want. "Liebe, bitte. Bitte, ich brauche dich." [Baby, please. Please, I need you.]

And youโ€”brilliant, keen, genius youโ€”knew what he was saying. When did you learn German? Did you remember enough of it from all the time you had spent with his family as a child? He had no clue.

"Sei geduldig. We will get there." [Be patient.]

"I have been patient for years. Please, Y/N."

You kissed him again to shut him up, faster, harder, sloppier this time. Your hand slid over the column of his throat, just resting there as nothing but a reminder. He keened into your mouth, the vibration getting caught by your hand.

"I love you," he gasped, out of breath.

You drew back.

Mick's heart stopped.

"You love me?"

He swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing against your hand. "Yes. I have since we were kids. I don'tโ€” I don't want this if this is all it will be. I want everything with you. I want you to love me, too."

Somehow, it was still easy for him to lay all his cards on the table, to let you see everything and wait for your verdict. He was terrified, yes, but he trusted you implicitly.

He loved you and only youโ€”he had only ever loved you this desperately and wholly, thirteen years apart be damned.

"I'm in love with you," he said.

You seemed breathless and speechless all at once.

He knows he said too much. It was definitely overwhelming to have all of that said to you with no warning but once he started, he couldn't stop. He had kept it all to himself for so long, watching from afar, never able to get close to you.

Now, here you were. He only hoped he had not read into things that were not there. He looked up at you, ice blue eyes wide and hopeful, patiently awaiting your response.

"I love you, too," you said on an exhale. "I'm in love with you, too. I thought I was crazy for it but I think I've always loved you."

Mick was not entirely convinced that this all wasn't some sick wet dream he would wake up from in the morning. He didn't care. He couldn't care, not when you slid your hand up to his jaw, held his face so gently, looked at him like he hung the stars in the sky.

"It's always been you, Mick."

He couldn't stop himself anymore. He pulled you close, guided your legs to either side of his hips, held your head and kissed you.

Dominance was shared this time as you kissed each other. You sighed into his mouth, a contented and wanting sound. You rested your arms on his shoulders as your tongues danced. His hands pushed up higher under the skirt of your dress, squeezing the soft skin of your upper thighs.

"Okay?" was the simple question he asked before taking things any further.

"Please."

Supporting your weight, Mick lifted you out of his lap and laid you out on your back. Hovering over you, he slid a hand up your dress to your hip. He caught the waistband of your underwear, glanced up at you to make sure.

You nodded.

He got both hands under your dress to pull your underwear off. He pushed your legs apart and you let them fall open, exposing yourself to him and he nearly moaned at the sight alone.

You were laid open and not quite bare with your dress still on but your pretty pink folds were in clear view. He had never expected to have you in any way, let alone spread open and ready to be ravished, but to say he hadn't imagine it two hundred times over would be a lie.

He moved down your body to kiss your left thigh, first closer to your knee then moving up so the soft, supple skin of your inner thigh. He let his breath fan over your pussy, felt the way you twitched at the sensation. Then, he kissed back down your right leg, trailing kisses down to your knee.

"Mick," you urged.

He bit back the repetition of your words about patience from earlier, instead deciding to be nice and lift your knees up over his shoulders, slide his arms under your legs to warp around and hold them in place, then settle in between your thighs like he had nowhere to be for quite some time.

Your folds were glistening in anticipation by the time his lips met them. He kissed over your aching core one, two, three painfully slow times before finally letting his tongue slot against your clit. His lips moved in tandem with his tongue, sucking and licking at the little bundle of nerves until you threw your head back and choked out a throaty moan.

"Mickโ€”please."

That was all the encouragement he needed.

Mick dropped his head to slide his tongue down between your folds, to press at your entrance over and over, lapping at your pussy in a way that could not care about saliva and slick dripping off his chin.

His nose nudged at your clit. Every breath in was nothing but the scent of you ingraining itself in his brain in a way he will never forget. He would never want to forget a single thing about you in that moment.

Not your scent or the taste of your cunt on his tongue. Not the feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair, not pushing or guiding just holding onto him like you just wanted to have your hands on him in any way you could. Not the way you breathed his name halfway between a moan and a cry, or how you arched your back as you were overwhelmed with bliss.

You were coming apart on his tongue and lips and nothing else. If he could save the taste of you and get high on it every night he would. If he could bottle the feeling of you trying not to squirm under the pleasure that he was bringing you, he would drink himself dumb a thousand times over.

"Mickโ€”!"

He hummed in perfect contentment as you cried his name in warning. Your muscles tensed, legs tried to close around his head as he worked you closer and closer to the edge. He just dug in more, ate you out more fervently, slipped his tongue inside of you until you were gasping from the feeling of it.

When he made you come the first time, it was with a cry of his name and panting moans as you bucked your hips up against his face. He worked you through it, kissing and licking at your clit until you were pushing at his head to pull him off.

When he lifted his face from between your thighs, his face was wet, covered in you and he loved it. You laughed breathlessly as you saw him, still shaking slightly from your orgasm.

"Jeez, Mick. When did you learn to go down on a girl like that?"

He was a little lightheaded and a lot pussy drunk, but he still knew better than to mention any girl he'd been with before. "I want you to be the only girl I ever go down on again."

"Good answer," you said, and pulled him up to kiss you as a reward.

You could probably taste yourself on his lips but didn't seem to care as you kissed him hungrily. You tugged at his shirt, so he pulled it over his head. You ran your hands over his torso unabashedly, feeling his stomach and shoulders, bringing goosebumps to his skin as you ran your fingernails down his chest.

Despite having you crumbling apart under his mouth not three minutes ago, when you climbed into his lap and started kissing his neck, Mick felt like he was short circuiting.

Your dress had fallen back over your hips to hide it but he knew you were uncovered underneath the silky fabric. If his pants were off, he could be inside of you right now.

He slid the straps of your dress off your shoulders as you gripped his jaw and tilted his head to the side to kiss at his neck some more. He went pliantly, moaned softly at the feel of your teeth tugging at the sensitive skin where his neck met his clavicle.

He reached around to your back to unzip your dress. When you slid your arms out of the straps and he pulled the top of the dress down, he was finally able to get his hands on your boobs, taking big handfuls of each.

You were still kissing and licking his neck, teasing your teeth against his skin every so often. When he ran his thumbs over your nipples until they were hard under his fingers, your breaths grew shaky. He carefully let his nails drag over the firm peaks, pinched them between his thumbs and forefingers and tugged until you were arching into him.

"So handsy," you commented breathlessly.

"I want to touch every inch of you until you can recognize me by feel alone."

Mick dropped his head between your breasts, kissed the skin there and the side of your boob before you pushed him back. He whined as you deprived him of becoming acquainted with another part of yourself he already knew he would never get enough of.

Then, you stood and stepped out of your dress to leave yourself bare. He couldn't find a reason to complain.

He was prepared to slide to the floor at your feet. Then, you beckoned him toward you.

You had him sit at the edge of the bed again. You dropped to your knees. You popped the button of his pants. You pulled his boxers down just enough, and then his cock was stood at full attention just in front of your face.

He cursed under his breath. You heard it and smirked before licking up the underside of his cock. You wrapped a warm hand around him, stroked him a few times while kitten licking at his tip.

"Y/N. Liebe, please. Y/N, please."

You were not as easily convinced to dive in and give Mick what he wanted as he was with you. You didn't change what you were doing, just continued to let the tip of your tongue dance along the top of his cock while your hand moved on him slowly.

You finally closed your lips over the head of his dick and Mick could have come from that and nothing more. You popped him out of your mouth with an audible noise. Mick groaned; you would be the death of him and he wouldn't even fight against it.

You shot him a Cheshire grin. The sight was lewd and unbelievably hot: you, with a hand around his cock and a big smile on your face like you enjoyed nothing more than sucking him off. Mick was going to combust if he wasn't inside of you in the next two minutes.

"Y/Nโ€”"

He tried to tell you as much but your mouth was on him again and he couldn't get the words out. You swirled your tongue around his head, then your jaw opened and and you took as much of him in your mouth as you could. It was warm and wet.

Your tongue flexed against the underside of his dick when it hit the back of your throat. He could feel himself press into your soft pallet until you had to come up for air with a slight gag.

He couldn't bring himself to make you stop when you went back in for more. His breaths were short and labored, legs tense under your free hand as he mentally and physically had to hold himself back from coming down your throat.

He could imagine how you would gag around him when he did, pulling up to take his load just behind your lips instead. You might open your mouth after he had finished, show him your handiwork as it was pooled on your tongue before swallowing it all.

"Y/N, you have to stop. I'm going to come."

You took him out of your mouth to press a sloppy kiss to his cock. You pouted up at him as you let his length rest against your face. He could feel your eyelashes against it when you blinked.

"You don't want me to make you come?"

"I don't want to be spent yet. Come lay down for me?"

You let him pull you off the floor, kissed him as you crawled up the bed and laid yourself out on your back. He managed to kick his pants and boxers off while searching his suitcase for a condom then get back over to you without tripping over his own feet.

You giggled at his eagerness. Your hands ran over his chest as he ripped the packet open and slid the condom on. Your legs were already parted for him as he positioned himself.

He glanced up at you, not nervous but checking in. Your gaze was set on where your two bodies were about to fit together, hungry and expectant. Who was Mick to deprive you of what you wanted?

Entering you was as easy as anything with you was. You were still soaked from Mick's saliva and your own fluids. Your mouth fell open and your walls fluttered around him. A moan croaked past your lips as you gripped his arms.

"Holy shit, Mick."

He had to be sure, so he asked, "Are you alright?"

"I'm in fucking ecstasy. Oh my god, baby."

Mick started moving his hips, long, slow strokes in and out as you keened beneath him, panting from almost nothing at all. He could live off the noises you made for him. He snapped his hips against yours, was rewarded with a gasp and startled little mewl and your fingernails digging into his biceps.

"Mick, please."

He continued the same slow pace. In and out, almost languid, near torture but so worth the desperate way you pulled at his shoulders and hips, physically trying to get him to speed up, to give you more.

"Mick. Go faster."

"I love you." Anything for you.

He made a smooth transition from rolling his hips against yours to making them a piston, pace and weight faster and harder. He bore down on you heavier. You cried out, dragging your nails down his back to only spur him on.

He sat back, pressed down on you with his hands on the backs of your knees to fold you in half. You couldn't easily get away from him when he had you pinned down like this, thighs spread wide and pussy bared to be split open on his cock. You tipped your head back and moaned loudly.

"You've got to try and be quiet, baby," he told you; you were still in a hotel.

"You're making it really difficult."

Mick grinned but eased off just a bit. "Sorryโ€”"

"Don't you fucking dare. Fuck me, Schumacher. Fuck me hard."

So, he did.

.

You were sticky, shaking, and more than satisfied when Mick was through with you. Three more orgasms, four different positions, and five I love you's later, you had passed out against Mick's chest after he had carefully wiped you clean.

The next morning, you and Mick came down for breakfast together. Max was already there; you usually ate breakfast with your brother if you were staying in the same hotel because there wasn't much time to see him elsewhere on race weekends.

When he clocked the way you and Mick were so casually close together, the little looks you kept sneaking, he smacked a hand on the table and pointed an accusatory finger in your face.

"I knew it!"

Mick went red.

You just rolled your eyes. "Shut up, Max."

. . .

a/n. this was partially inspired by this one max fic i read a while ago that i couldn't find again. it's schumacher!reader x max and reader is the one to tell michael about how jos treats max then reader and max reconnect years later. i think it was inspired by "seven" by taylor swift.

if anyone can find it/the author lmk and i'll give credit! hope you enjoyed <3

edit: credit is due to @mastermind123 (who i cannot tag for some reason) and their story, seven. go read it; itโ€™s so cute!!

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abbyโ€™s blog (itโ€™s all about the self)

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