Can you do yapper Max where he comes back from night out and is drunk. Reader tries to help him get ready for bed and he just tells her the most random things
Drunk yapping
Max verstappen x reader
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You were seated on the couch, blanket firm in your hands as the tenth plot twist happened in your horror movie. A soft yell left your mouth by the look of a couple cut of limbs as the scene became black. The music added a high suspense to the whole movement as you wanted to look away. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to watch it alone and without Max home, you thought.
The camera moved to an abandoned staircase as the music became louder and louder. Just when a door moved open and a face came out, a knock on the moved your attention away. You paused it and got up from the couch to walk towards the door. Looking trough the eye whole you saw Daniel holding Max in his hands.
You smile as you open up the door. Max was losely hanging into Daniels side as he kept on rambling his mouth. Daniel looked a bit irritated, but his smile was as big as ever. "Hi, y/n. I am sorry if I woke you, but Max is being a pain in my ass." you laughed as you made room for Daniel to walk inside. The Australian throws Max on the couch and a loud giggle is heard from your boyfriend.
"Don't worry. I know how Max is when he has a bit too much to drink. I hope he wasn't too annoying." you walked towards the kitchen to grab two glasses of water, Daniel may be less drunk but it was clear he had something to drink too. He thanked you as you gave him a glass of water before moving to sit next to Max.
You held out the glass of water for Max to grab. Max grabs the glass of water and shoots it down his throat like a shot. He sets the glass on the table with trouble and he groans before laying his head in your lap.
Daniel laughs at his friend's antics before walking to the door, "I leave you alone. Carlos is waiting for me in the car. And no, he did not drink." you wave him goodbye and you are left alone with your drunken boyfriend.
"Did you have fun?" you move your fingers through his hair and he nods. Max looks so pretty like this. His hair is ruined and standing in every way, his cheeks are flushing red and the top buttons of his shirt are unbuttoned. He always get it hot when he drowns his third G&T of the night.
"Very, but I did miss you. No one wanted to talk to me." Max pouts and you let out a little laugh at the adoring side. "Every time I said something, they moved away."
You stood up from the couch, "You can tell them to me while we get you ready for bed." Max face lits up and he stands up next to you. He stumbles a bit over his feet and you are quick to grab him by his arms. Together you walk to the bedroom as Max begins to speak.
"There was a cat tonight. I don't know how he made it inside, but he walked up to me, so of course I had to cuddle with him. Did you know cats have 30 teeth. I accidentally moved too close to a place he didn't like and I felt his teeth and you saw like a lot. I didn't hurt, he couldn't help it. " Max rambled and you listened closely to what he said. Of course the first thing was about cats, when didn't he talk about cats?
You helped him sit down on a chair in the corner of the bedroom and walked to the dresser to grab some pajamas. " I did not know they had 30 teeth. It is a surprise you didn't take him home."
"I wanted to, but a security person grabbed it from my hands to bring it outside. I couldn't find him after." Max answered with a sad tone. You saw how he had tried to untie his shoes, but the ties were now pulled fast instead of lose. You shook your head and knelt down you untied them. Max had to keep himself from falling backwards as his eyes close from the busy night.
"People always think cats like milk, but they are actually lactose intolerant. They aren't able to digest the lactose and if they have too much they will be vomiting. Of course a little bit wouldn't hurt too much, but too much is bad for them." Max slurred over his words as you finally pulled off his shoes. "Thank you,"
"Also i read somewhere that animals can have a different time feeling then humans. Smaller animals need more time to progress the movements and time will be slower for them. Like a lizard has slower time then a cat, but a tiger would be further in time than a cat. So technical animals and humans live in different time zones."
"That's strange. That they all live in different moment of time. " you answer while pulling his shirt over his head. "Hands up," you say and Max arms shoot in the air, almost hitting your face by accident, but he is too tired to see. You laugh as you try to pull on his pajama shirt, wich you know if going to be thrown of in the middle of the night when he has it to warm.
After some time Max had finished his teeth and was now sitting on the edge of the bed while you put on your pajama. "Thank you for helping me."
"No worries." you kiss his head and he pulls you in for a hug. "Lets get some rest tonight."
Request: Dom Lando Norris (not toxic, just demanding and respectful, a real gentleman) with sub Italian reader, a very long, hot spanking punishment for the reader because of her rebel/bad attitude in their previous fight/discussion (jealous Lando), a lot of dirty talk and teasing, "Yes, Sir", "Please, Sir" "Who do you belong to, princess?" "I am yours, Sir" "Good girl, a very good girl", begging, fingering, eating out (female receiving), overstimulating, pleasing, bend over the kitchen table rough sex, wrists tied using the belt. After sex soft/gentle Lando.
Warnings: ***Smut 18+***
A/N: Not proofread
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It all started with a ridiculous stupid fight. Lando was stressed from all the pressure of the season, trying to get good results, better results than he was now getting annoyed at the fact that his teammate was almost doing better than him after only a few months in the car.
He'd taken it out on you, short-fused as he already was he had come home to an empty house, you had been out with some friends for breakfast and lost track of time, and trying to drive home during traffic you got home later than you intended.
You got home and Lando was in a pissy mood not even saying hello to you or looking at you when you approached him at the kitchen counter where he was having some food he'd ordered despite the fact you'd left him some food in the fridge.
"Lando?" You called your boyfriend who was acting like a child.
He dropped his fork annoyed. "What?" He finally looked up at you his expression bare.
"Can you please stop being rude and talk to me I said I was sorry I didn't mean to get home this late." You tried to be patient with him since you were aware his anxiety and stress got the best of him at times and he found it hard to control his moods when this happened.
"I don't want to talk." He replied in a monotone voice as he picked up his fork and food and went to lock himself in his sim room.
You huffed deciding to give him space as you cleaned up the kitchen and tried to distract yourself from the anger that wanted to creep in from the fact that your boyfriend hadn't even touched you after 2 weeks away.
You were putting away the dishes when your phone buzzed. You picked it up and saw a text from Max.
Max V: I tried texting Lando but he's not answering
Max V: Kelly, Martin, me and a few others are going out to the club tonight wanna come?
You: He's in a mood
You: But I'll be there
You didn't hesitate to reply as you knew either Lando would snap out of his mood and join you at the club or you could piss him off as he stayed to mope while you were at the club and he'd snap out of it after, it was a win-win in your eyes.
You walked to your bedroom to get ready, getting into your more skimpy attire hoping this would be enough to at least get your boyfriend's attention.
"Where are you going?" You tried to hide your smirk at hearing your boyfriend's surprised tone at the bedroom door.
"Out with Max, Martin, Kelly, and some others." You replied not bothering to turn to face him as you continued putting on your heels on the living room couch.
"You can't go, not wearing that if I'm not going. Why didn't you tell me?" He started approaching you but you got up and walked to the kitchen where your purse waited for you on the counter.
"Hmm, I thought you didn't want to talk." You shrugged still not turning to face him.
"You're not going baby." His tone was more demanding this time sending shivers down your spine.
You finally got up grabbed your purse and turned to face him. "I am, and I'm sure Martin will take care of me." You teased knowing this would hit a nerve as before you started dating Lando Martin had tried asking you out.
Your breath hitched as Lando wrapped a hand around the curve of your back pressing you against him while with his other hand, he began sliding his palm up your body until he wrapped it around your throat putting slight pressure.
"You want my attention, hm?" He whispered in your ear as he licked a stripe from your neck up to your ear before biting your lobe softly.
Your breath shuddered. And this was enough to get you weak in his arms, always willing to submit under his control. "Yes." Your voice was shaky.
"Yes, what baby?" He aggressively kissed your neck knowing he was leaving marks and his other hand squeezed your ass hard and his fingers explored the slit between your cheeks.
"Yes Sir." You dropped your purse as your hands came to hold onto him. Any plans you had of going out and getting back at him were clearly out the window now as you felt the warmth pool between your legs.
"Good girl." He whispered now his mouth finding yours as he kissed you slopily, dominantly shoving his tongue in your mouth. He cupped your cheeks getting you to open your mouth before spitting and getting you to swallow.
"Please, Sir." You begged Lando to touch you, to do anything to relieve some of the painful aches that had enveloped your body.
"Look at my pretty girl begging after she tried to get back at me." He picked you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist before he placed you on the kitchen counter. Your body filled with goosebumps at feeling the cold contrast on the bare skin of your ass. "Who do you belong to Princess, huh?" He settled between your legs.
"Lando please." You begged weakly again as he began kissing your chest, pulling the fabric aside you could feel his breath on your hard nipple.
"Answer me" He pulled away teasing you.
"You. I'm yours, Sir." You could almost cry from the desperation in your body.
"mhmm." Lando moaned happily with your answer as he finally licked your nipple, sucking and flicking his tongue over it.
You sighed finding a small ounce of relief from this but it didn't last long. You felt Lando grab your hands which were tangled in his curls and pulled them behind your back.
You didn't know when or how but he had removed his belt and he was now using it to tie your wrists behind your back. "I need to teach you a lesson, my sweet girl." he smiled as he noticed your surprised face.
Once your wrists were secured, Lando picked you up again getting you off the counter before turning you around and bending you over. You could feel the warm spot where you previously sat on your nipples.
"What a beautiful dress baby...just for me." He stroked your ass over top of the small fabric that covered it.
"Just for me right baby?" He asked his tone serious once more.
You felt a warm sting on your ass as Lando's hand had struck down on it.
"Yes Sir, just for you." Your breath was shaky.
"That's right pretty girl just for me." He slapped your ass again making you jump on his lap.
He moved the fabric aside, your ass in clear view only a small piece of lingerie between him and what he really wanted now. He smiled at the wetness he could see seep through the string.
"Can Martin make you this wet? huh?" you moaned at feeling Lando's fingers press against your core roughly and hearing his jealous tone.
"No Sir, only you." You cried, you needed him so desperately.
Another slap.
"Count them out for me baby." He instructed you before landing another slap to your ass.
"1." You whimpered feeling the sting at ease.
Smack.
"2." It felt so painfully good.
And another.
"3." It was almost over which you were glad about but you also never wanted this to end.
"Our special number baby." Slap. Lando said as he smacked your cheeks.
"4." You sighed in satisfaction at the last slap.
"Good Girl, very good girl." he didn't hesitate to pull the tiny fabric aside and didn't give you a warning before he pushed his fingers inside of you.
Lando's hand stayed firm on your back while he fingered you keeping you in place as you squirmed under his touch, he curled, twisted, and turned his fingers in any direction he desired.
He didn't have to finger you for long before you'd reached your first orgasm squirting over his fingers.
"How gorgeous," he smirked pleased with the results licking his fingers clean before finally allowing you to turn around picking you up and getting you up on the counter again.
In one swift move, Lando untied the belt releasing your hands before pushing you as you now laid back onto the counter.
It happened so fast you could only scream in pleasure as Lando's mouth now attacked your pussy. He shoved his tongue in your pussy showing no mercy as he tried to get you to reach your second orgasm in record time.
Your legs were shaking and your fingers came to grip Lando's curls once more as you screamed in pleasure, your body was on fire and you were so close but it felt like so much you both pushed and pulled Lando's head away and towards you.
And it only took a few seconds before you were cumming on Lando's tongue again.
He pulled away and you saw the wetness around his mouth which he didn't bother to wipe before he was stripping his pants off.
"Please..." You cried but you weren't sure what you were begging for, you wanted more but it didn't seem physically possible as you'd turned to putty on the kitchen counter, your limbs feeling heavier than they ever had.
"Our special number baby," Lando smirked as he hooked his arms under your legs pulling your legs right at the edge of the counter before entering you quickly and roughly.
Your breath hitched in your throat and you almost choked on your own spit as Lando began to pound into you mercilessly, you cried in pleasure feeling Lando's length spread you open and hearing his hips slap your ass in quick succession.
"Augh please....please." You cried gripping his wrist tightly but again you had no idea what you were begging for.
Lando loved the way you looked so fucked out, overstimulated, your mascara running, your tits bouncing with every thrust. He'd never fucked you out like this but in addition to the stress the thought of having you walk around showing so much of your skin that was only meant for him had driven him crazy and he was taking it out on you.
Your mind was in a daze and you had no idea how long he'd fucked you for before you had squirted around his cock but he didn't stop there.
"Lan pleasee....I can't-" You whimpered trying to push his hands away but your limbs were so weak it was futile.
Just like the beginning, it was painfully good, something you'd never felt before just feeling like you couldn't carry on but knowing you needed to come undone again.
"Just one more baby, one more." Lando sighed as he kept fucking into you chasing his own high.
He was close and he wanted you to cum with him as he began flicking your clit with his hand.
You squirmed on the counter shaking and shuddering under his touch and it felt like an explosion in your body once you'd reached your high once more.
Your skin felt extremely sensitive as you could feel Lando spilling into you. He pulled out with made your pussy twitch around his dick almost as if clawing at it to stay inside.
"Well done baby," Lando whispered as he placed a soft kiss on your cheek.
He disappeared for a few seconds before he was back beside you wiping you clean with a clean and fresh kitchen towel which you knew you'd have to replace later.
He helped you sit up letting your weight fall onto him as he lifted up a glass of water to your lips. You finished it in only a few gulps.
"Thank you." You whispered hugging Lando and tucking your head into his neck.
"I'm sorry if I was too rough baby. I love you." Lando kissed your cheek.
"I love you too...and It's okay, I liked it." You giggled. "But I don't think I'll be able to walk for a few hours.
It was Lando's turn to giggle this time. "Let me take care of you, baby." Lando picked you up, and you wrapped your legs around him once more as he walked you both to the shower placing soft kisses on your cheek and hair throughout.
Hi lovely! I’ve been following you for a while and this is my first request! What about a Victoria Verstappen x driver!reader where Victoria is the CEO of a fashion line and the reader just became an F1 rookie — and gets chosen as the face of her campaign? Sparks fly during the shoot and it becomes a secret romance with paparazzi drama.
Charles was mesmerized as he watched her effortlessly glide on the ice. No matter how many times he saw the routine or parts of it when she was practising, it was impossible for him to get sick of it. She looked gorgeous; moving elegantly as she spun and jumped, landing with confidence each time. Being an athlete himself, he understood the effort, drive and ambition needed to succeed, but also the sacrifices you often need to make. That’s why he understood better than anyone how much being at the Olympics meant to her and how it was a dream come true after all the hard work. They both managed to reach the pinnacles of their respective sports, which meant that they both understood the pressures of what that entailed and the necessity of delivering results.
That’s why he wouldn’t miss it for the world. He was absolutely exhausted and made it here just in time to see her performance, but all the travelling, the rushing and the tiredness were worth it when he saw her.
Even though Charles knew that she was a professional and absolutely at the top of her game, he couldn’t help but feel worried when she performed. Figure skating was not exactly a safe sport, so he also understood how she felt when watching him race. With every jump, leap and spin, Charles’ heart skipped a beat until she safely landed on the ice again.
She was focused and so into it when she was in front of the audience; it amazed Charles how in control and confident she looked. If she didn’t tell him that one time how nervous she was each time before she performed, he would’ve never guessed she was impacted by stage fright. She danced across the ice with a huge smile on her face and it was impossible not to see how much she was enjoying it. Every move was executed perfectly, with practised ease and a calm expression on her face. Charles’ gaze was glued to her form throughout the whole choreography and at the end of it, he clapped and cheered along with the rest of the crowd. Her eyes were glistening from happiness as she bowed theatrically, before leisurely skating over to the side boards to exit the ice rink.
When she looked up and saw Charles standing next to her coach, her eyes widened. She hurriedly stepped out of the rink and threw herself into his arms.
“Charles?” she was still out of breath because of the exertion and the adrenaline, but the surprise was evident in her tone. “What are you doing here?”
“I couldn’t miss seeing my girlfriend win a gold medal in the Olympics, could I?” he grinned wide, hugging her tightly before they pulled apart from each other. “Congratulations, mon amour.”
She wiped a tear off her cheek, laughing joyously. She hugged her coach next, who also congratulated her on the wonderful performance, before her attention turned to Charles again.
“I can’t believe you’re here.”, she smiled brightly at him and Charles’ heart soared.
They didn’t have time to talk to each other more than that, because she was pulled away with her coach to the area in the corner of the rink, where they waited for her score to be displayed on the screen. She pulled on a light sports jacket and huddled with her coach on a bench, eagerly waiting for the result. When it was finally displayed on the screen, with the audience again erupting into cheers and thunderous applause, she started crying at the excellent score she got from the judges. She hugged her coach, smiling so wide her face almost hurt. Then she rushed over to Charles, once again falling into his open arms.
“You’re incredible.”, he whispered into her ear, holding her tight. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Charles.”, she exhaled in contentment, finally feeling like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders.
The performance went amazingly well and she was in Charles’ arms – there wasn’t anything else she could wish for other than that.
“I’m so proud of you.”, Charles continued praising her. “You look so gorgeous. And that was the best skating I’ve seen in my life.”
She chuckled, pulling away to see his face. “You barely watch figure skating, Charles.”
“I don’t need to watch it to know that you were perfect.”, he huffed, grinning at her.
“I think you may be a little biased.”, she laughed giddily.
He shook his head. “You’re getting that gold medal, amour. I’m sure of it.”
And somehow, he was right. His belief in her didn’t falter and his love was unconditional. She felt it all when she was standing on the highest step of the podium, receiving her medal with tears in her eyes and a wide smile. She wore it proudly around her neck, looking straight at Charles who was standing with her team, crying even more than she was at that moment. No matter how tough he was, he was a complete sweetheart at his core. Seeing him cry, being so proud and happy for her, only made more tears roll down her cheek while she had a huge smile on her face. The intensity of emotions she felt was too much; she felt like she was floating. All the pain and hard work paid off. What’s more, she got to celebrate one of the happiest moments with the person she saw herself spending the rest of her life with.
Hi! Are you taking prompt right now? If yes, could you do 'did you have another nightmare' for lestappen? sorry if this has been written before!
Here you go Anon!
Charles/Max - Nightmare
Max woke up choking, limbs failing and trying to free himself from the sheets that were tangled around him. He could hear someone making distressed noises, whimpering and a broken sound coming from his chest as he pressed hands to his eyes. Chest heaving with restless breaths, feeling his stomach rolling with nausea.
His skin felt as if it was crawling and too small for his body. Tears pricked his eyes and his hands were shaking as he ran them through his sweaty hair, his body curling in on itself as he glanced at the clock.
I just came to the conclusion you don't actually get a notification if a writer wrote your request.
Like i request pretty much nothing because i like to write it myself, but now i request someting and because i follow the account and have notifications on i got it on my page, but otherwise i would have never seen it.
Wouldn't it make sense you got a notification, or am i the only once who thinks that.
Half/half (Part 8 or could be read as a standalone)
Pairings: Daniel Ricciardo x reader
Words: 1740
Summary: Daniel and his girlfriend coming to the paddock together for the first time. (requested)
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She should have expected it, but rather naively, she thought that nobody would notice she was even there. She should have known that turning up at the F1 paddock with Daniel and Michael would definitely put attention on her. Leaving Daniel to greet everyone who approached him, signing autographs and taking photos, she tried to fade into the background and into the crowd now surrounding him. She didn’t want to be pushy or in the centre of attention; as a matter of fact, she was not contemplating why she didn't arrive later and alone, when nobody would even glance in her direction.
Although Daniel didn’t confirm anything publicly and neither did she, they were spotted enough times together for people to figure out that they were definitely great friends if not anything more. Of course, there were rumours plastered around magazines and social media, with investigative-derived theories with detailed descriptions of their whereabouts. They didn’t rush with anything though, although Daniel convinced her to finally attend a Grand Prix and support him from the McLaren garage.
She knew that it was going to be overwhelming since she attended F1 races before, but it was unbelievably more surreal and crazy to be going there with Daniel. Also, she was always more than aware of how invasive media, photographers and fans could be with the drivers, but seeing it at the paddock was another level. So, she tried to walk beside the crowd and not lose sight of Daniel as they made their way to the McLaren hospitality.
When they got inside, she felt like she could finally breathe. Without even noticing, she exhaled in relief.
Daniel noticed it, turning to look at her with soft eyes. “You good?”
She smiled encouragingly at him. “Yeah. Just a little overwhelmed by everything.”
“I told you that I’m famous.”, he winked at her, joking. “People love me.”
“You’re lucky I love you too, smartass.”, she muttered quietly so only he could hear her, since they were surrounded by McLaren staff.
Daniel laughed at her, quickly saying goodbye to her with a kiss on the cheek, before hurrying to his media officer who was waving him over.
Luckily, she had Michael to hang out with, since he was the only person besides Daniel and a few drivers on the grid that she knew and was friends with. She got a few curious looks, a few polite waves and nods here and there, but she didn’t want to bother anyone. So instead, she pestered Michael while he got on with his job and what seemed like an endless list of things to do. She helped him out, which was actually pretty amazing, because she got to know even more about Daniel’s work and how much effort and preparation goes into one race, or in this case, a practice session.
Today was Friday, so she was here to watch the free practice sessions. She enjoyed them, even though they weren’t that representative of the actual pace and speed that the car will have on Sunday during the race. When she agreed to come for the race weekend as Daniel’s VIP guest, she was adamant about experiencing everything she possibly could. That meant going to the track at the same time as her boyfriend and leaving to return to their hotel together.
Seeing Daniel get into his car, with the serious, concentrated facial expression reserved only for the track, was more than attractive. He always looked handsome in her eyes, but there was something about seeing him get into the car and put on his helmet that was a major turn-on. There was a degree of fear also, whenever he got on the track, but it was generally a healthy mixture of nerves and excitement.
Michael was close by and they watched the practice session together, but he was still busy, writing in his little notebook and concentrating on everything that Daniel was doing. She was also concentrated on everything Daniel was doing, not wanting to miss anything, but also not wanting to see him mess up or worse, have a crash. She knew how much this difficult and unlucky season has taken a toll on him, how it was increasingly hard for Daniel to look at the positives and remain motivated. That was one of the reasons she was here; wanting to show him that she will always support him and cheer him on.
“He’s much more energized when you’re here.”, Michael commented beside her, glancing briefly at her with a soft smile. “It’s like he wants to prove himself even more when you’re here and watching.”
She almost blushed, but tried not to get too mushy. “It’s the show-off in him.”
They both chuckled, knowing it was simply a joke about Daniel’s occasional over-inflated ego. They often had jokes like that, both his best friend and girlfriend pairing against Daniel and teasing him relentlessly about it, with him acting like he was offended.
“Let’s just hope that I’m a good luck charm like Danny says I am. I hope he’ll get some good points this weekend.”, she said with an encouraging smile at Michael, wanting to keep being optimistic at all times.
“You are.”, Michael answered with certainty in his voice. “I have a good feeling about this Sunday.”
That was their only exchange during the whole practice session, both of them focused on the orange car with the number 3 on the front and the exchanges between Daniel and his engineer they heard on their headphones. The second practice session a few hours later was much of the same. Every time Daniel’s car came in the pits and the garage, her attention would be on him, disregarding any other car on the screens around her. When he would go out, her eyes would be back on the screens and the lap times.
As she turned her attention to the screen where the F1 live TV was being shown, she saw the camera suddenly pan to the inside of the McLaren garage. She froze when the camera stopped on her frame, her face focused as she looked at the session, leaning on her forearms against the high-top table and sporting the orange headphones. She did her best to keep calm, turning straight to the camera and giving a small smile. Luckily, the screen changed and her face was gone, now replaced with the onboard camera of Gasly’s white and blue AlphaTauri.
When both of the practice sessions were done, Daniel still had some media obligations, team meetings and some other stuff he had to attend to, so she was left alone. That does not mean that she was in any way bored or annoyed; as a matter of fact, she was pleasantly surprised by the number of people who were willing to chat with her or approached her to start up a conversation. She truly felt welcomed and at ease, with the nerves she was feeling before coming here completely dissipating.
After Daniel was done, he found her in the McLaren hospitality, chatting with one of the mechanics. The second he saw her face, Daniel knew that she had fun today and that’s all he needed to know. Despite being exhausted, he let her talk excitedly about the highlights of today and what were some of the new things she learned, her eyes wide and happy as she described everything. She praised him for doing such a wonderful job and Daniel looked at her with the most loving eyes, accepting all the compliments with a huge albeit tired smile on his face.
“Ready to go back to the hotel?” Daniel asked, already carrying all his stuff.
She grabbed her purse, still finishing talking about something that happened at the end of the second practice session. Daniel had to admit that he wasn’t listening so intently, but he adored just hearing her voice, especially when she was this enthusiastic. They got out of the hospitality and Daniel was almost immediately mobbed by fans and media again. She lagged behind Daniel and Michael a bit, not wanting to be pushed around in the crowd of people now surrounding the driver and his trainer.
But, after a few autographs signed and a few questions answered, Daniel turned and looked around, as if searching for something. Or rather, someone. The moment he spotted her he made his way to her, extending his hand for her to take. She accepted reluctantly, intertwining her fingers with his and then being encouraged by a gentle squeeze of his hand. She looked into his eyes as if to ask if he was sure, but Daniel was flashing his megawatt smile at her. It was enough to make her smile too and put her entirely at ease. She felt relaxed whenever she saw him this happy, so if that meant something simple like holding his hand while they walked through the paddock together, not caring about what anybody would think, then so be it. It wasn’t like there weren’t rumours already, this was just confirming some of them.
Daniel led her through the paddock, still being his polite self and joking around with a few people who asked him a question or greeted him. When they got a little closer to the car, the crowd dispersed and there weren’t so many people coming up to Daniel anymore. She felt a bit more relaxed, but also eager to get to the privacy of their hotel room as soon as possible.
“I wish you could come to all of the races.”
“Just so I can be your arm candy while we walk down the paddock?” she teased him, wiggling her eyebrows at him.
“Yes.”, he answered quickly, winking at her. “But also, because I love having you close. I don’t know what I would do without your support.”
She smiled brightly at his sweet words. “I’ll always cheer for you, Danny. I love you.”
“I love you too.”, he stopped for a moment, leaning down to press a quick kiss on her forehead.
It was like they both forgot they were in public, just focused on each other and in their own little bubble. They both had a look that could only be characterized as heart-eyes, completely enamoured by each other.
“You guys are so adorable it’s actually disgusting.”, Michael dead-panned while passing them, rolling his eyes at the couple while they simply laughed at his joke.
Kisses (9) - First Kisses
Hand Holding (1) -tiny hands in large hands
Hugs (7) - pulling into a hug
Touches (5) - feeling their pulse
Touches (36) lifting them up
Pierre/ Yuki - Reflections
Yuki stepped away from the noise and crowded ballroom onto the balcony. The cool Monaco night air settling over his warmed skin, making him shiver as he stared out over the view of the ocean and yachts barely visible as they bounced on the waves.
Part of him still couldn’t believe it that he had completed an entire year in F1 or the things that had happened over the year as he took a seat at the empty corner table.
He sipped on a drink Sebastian had bought him, handing it to him with a soft pat on the shoulder before disappearing into the crowd. Mind thinking back on the last twelve months. All the nerves and the disappointments, the struggles, and the celebrations. The times where he sat in his drivers’ room and just wished his parents were with him for someone to speak too without having to consider every single word.
Despite it all, the ups and downs, he had survived. And Yuki wouldn’t trade this year for anything in the world.
Especially as a familiar face popped out of the door, lighting up with a smile as he spotted Yuki and ducked out to join him. Yuki hid his own smile in his drink, sipping at it as the other dragged a chair over. Instantly pressing his ankle against Yuki’s as he sat down and leaning over to press a quick kiss to his check.
He ducked his head with a blush, ignoring the way his stomach fluttered and the fond grin Pierre was giving him as he reached out a hand for Yuki to take.
