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▀▄▀▄▀▄ 🏎 #APEXLED. ノ an independent, private & highly selective writing blog for mathieu maatsen née rinaldi. an original character based in the fictionalised world of formula one. please, be aware: writer is brand new to f1 and is still learning.
highly affiliated with: ROBIN ♡, MARCOS, ISAK, THEO.
𑣲ℛ. please be aware: mathieu is single ship and heavily affiliated with racetrck's robin maatsen. robin will be mentioned in threads / interactions, headcanons, verse information, etc.
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don’t hate me! but i am archiving this and moving matty to a clean blog after work 💗
social media edit: featuring @racetrck.
matty is very bad about masking facial expressions. you will be able to tell when he’s annoyed, finds something weird, is saddened, or really interested. he is very expressive.
the chaos of the garage is familiar, a blur of voices and singing steel and oil stench and humidity. sweat already dampening the nape of his neck, hair beginning to curl at his temples — heat of the barcelona sun merciless, trapped beneath race suit and balaclava. effortless to settle into the routine of it, all muscle memory, body already loose from the earlier practice. but this part? this still seems so impossibly new. his husband's grin bright, their son balanced upon hip, adorned proudly in team colours. aware of his own expression instantly softening, affection tempering the line of his jaw, the way answering smile blooms. ❪ feels it rooted beneath sternum, a devotion intertwined into bone and muscle and sinew ❫. as much a part of him as the rush of the race. instinct to reach out when nathaniel does, gathering the infant into his arms. “ hey there. ” a kiss pressed atop tufts of dark locks, a moment taken to appreciate the smaller version of nomex and thread that mimics his current attire. “ look at you! ”
then attention is shifting, once again drinking in the sight of mathieu, silhouetted there against harsh led lighting. everything else fading, the clamour receding into a quiet warmth — something domestic, something instantly grounding against the mayhem. “ i didn't know you were visiting today. ” words so gentle, softness of intonation betraying how much surprise means to him.
heart melts watching the scene before him unfold, robin’s gaze carefully observing their son’s attire. nathaniel giggling and bouncing in his arms. those two before him? he would do anything for them. do whatever he can to make them smile. they have his heart, and he knows that he has theirs. who would have thought this was his future? five years ago, he would not have seen this coming. not nathaniel. now that they have him? life is unimaginable without him. their sweet boy. oh, he will never know what it is like to be unloved.
part of him misses this part of life. the adrenaline rush before a race, heart pounding so loud in his ears that all other noise is drowned out. he misses the battles, the feeling of securing a podium, winning your home race. things were different now. robin, with mathieu’s encouragement, is still involved in the sport. he finds enjoyment in being able to support him like this and to involve their child. “ what and ruin the surprise? ” he questioned, head tilted, a smile crossing his lips. of course, he didn’t tell him. “ we wanted to come cheer on our favorite driver. ”
… a dasher named germ stole my chicken nuggets. this is the WORST!! germ what the fuck??
APM Monaco / Charles Leclerc
¹ .ㅤ‘ via the system of touch ’ . the following is a compilation of action based prompts , originally created by me . warnings applied for : some potential nsfw / suggestive themes . ( additionally : send ‘ + ’ to reverse the roles , and have the receiver be the one to perform the action ) . do not add anything on to these memes .
hands. for your muse to take a hold of my muse’s hand.
tie. for your muse to adjust an article of clothing on my muse.
combat. for our muses to train together in combat.
pin. for your muse to pin mine to ( the ground / the wall / a surface ).
push. for your muse to push mine in a playful manner.
shove. for your muse to shove mine in an aggressive manner.
tend. for your muse to help tend to my muse’s injuries.
trace. for your muse to trace their hand along my muse’s ( skin / scars ).
gag. for your muse to place their hand over my muse’s mouth, to try to keep them quiet.
kiss. for your muse to kiss my muse.
hair. for your muse to brush my muse’s hair from their face.
pull. for your muse to pull my muse close to them.
sit. for your muse to encourage mine to sit and rest.
lap. for your muse to pull my muse onto their lap.
tackle. for your muse to tackle my muse to the ground.
fight. for your muse to physically attack my muse ( by hitting / punching / kicking / etc).
neck. for your muse to place their hand around my muse’s neck.
throat. for your muse to hold something against my muse’s throat.
collapse. for your muse to catch mine, preventing them from falling to the ground.
carry. for your muse to insist on carrying my muse when injured.
warmth. for our muses to seek warmth from each other, after being caught in a ( snow storm / rain shower ).
morning after. for our muses to wake up together the next morning, after having a one night stand.
wake. for your muse to wake mine up by kissing their ( shoulder / neck / lips / etc ).
dance. for your muse to force my muse to dance with them.
drink. for our muses to spend time together whilst drunk.
swim. for our muses to go for a late night swim.
intimacy. for our muses to embrace each other after sex.
death. for your muse to comfort mine after they have lost a loved one.
goodbye. for your muse to hold mine as they lay dying in their arms.
willow and i with our matching graphics thanks to l ♡ i keep admiring our blogs right now.
to be seen without performing. to be heard without screaming. to be missed without disappearing. to be enough without proving it. to be held without falling apart. to be understood without explaining. to be wanted without conditions. to be. to be.
a lump forms at the back of his throat, an aching he can't seem to swallow. frustration and guilt and grief tangling into a knot, threatening to choke as he clutches phone tighter, white-knuckled, sides cutting grooves into his fingertips. ❪ and he's more frustrated at himself than anything, knows better than to let irritation take hold ❫. the rare conversations with his family only ever ending one way : never wholly forgiving him for leaving, accusations of abandonment hidden behind every word, yet still always willing to take their share of the rewards. the contrasting care he hears in mathieu's voice only twisting the truth deeper, feels it splintering like shrapnel in his chest. “ my parents called. ” the only explanation given, knows that will be enough.
because the other has witnessed it all before, knows the scars that linger beneath the surface. fragments offered with time, whispered in late night conversations, in the fallout of hostile exchanges such as the one just suffered through. ❪ unsure when it became instinct to seek mathieu out in the aftermath, to find comfort in warm gaze and gentle voice curling around robin's name ❫. yet the tension that had seized him already eases slightly, eyes falling closed for a moment, sharp breath dragged into his lungs. “ it's stupid, i know — to still let it bother me. ”
the pair know each other better than most. with robin, mathieu is laid bare. there is nothing left to hide. he has never been able to hide himself from the other. robin, without putting in much effort, had earned his trust quickly. there was never a moment of discomfort. all he has ever felt with robin was safe. in that time, he had also gotten to know the other well. learned as much about his past as he was willing to share. the good, the bad, and the in between. “ your- ” his mouth opens and closes. shit. robin’s parents were not talked about often. for good reason, of course. mathieu’s parents acted as parental figures more than his own. “ hey, ” finally speaking up, his tone is tender but firm. he needs to reach him, reassure him that it is okay. feeling is not wrong. “ it’s not stupid, ” he is quick to disagree. “ you always have moments like this after hearing from them, ” he has seen it a couple of times before. “ it will linger, it will hurt; but i am here for you. alright? i’m not going anywhere, ” he reassures him, heart aching for the other. “ … do you need company, @racetrck? ” mathieu asks after another couple of moments. “ i could come to you. ”
@neverafters said: taste this and tell me what you think!
he enjoys tender moments such as this. sat in a chair at their island, watching theo’s movements with curious eyes. the way she tossed different spices, added varied ingredients, and mixed them all together. he smiles fondly. “ you’re enjoying yourself, ” he commented, not really to her, but a generalized statement. leaning forward, green eyes fixed on her, opening his mouth with a soft chuckle. that teasing glance that screams ‘don’t poison me’ without uttering a word. the hot contents hit his tongue, and at first it is hard to register, but then the flavor hits him as the heat subsides. something creamy, savoury… it was delicious. “ the culinary industry would kill to have you, ” he says without hesitation. was he wrong? no. she is talented. “ can i ask the chef for one more spoonful? ”
