The Grid: Confesses!

F1 DRIVERS AND YOU (their crush)

KISSING THEIR CHEEKS

( include piastri, norris, leclerc, sainz, hamilton, russel, verstappen & ricciardo )

warning : none just fluff

note : little nod to max's 4th championship win, congrats to him, sooo proud !!

─ OSCAR PIASTRI

I know for sure boy was blushing so so hard. But it's absolutely adorable and cute. Oscar is very patient with you, and even though he dreams of being able to touch you in a more than friendly way, of being able to at least have the right to a little kiss, he restrains himself and tries not to act under his impulses. . However, when you decided to quickly kiss him on the cheek, out of nowhere, he actually felt himself melting from the inside. His cheeks have never blushed so much, and his heart has never beaten so quickly.

─ LANDO NORRIS

Ugh, you guys can barely hold eye contact, but he's already so in love. So mad in love even. Despite the fact that you are still shy, especially him, that you struggle to make eye contact without blushing afterwards, Lando can't help but ask for more. Just a little extra. So, when he walked you to your doorstep, he immediately asked you if he could have even a mini kiss. Your lips naturally landed on his cheek, brushing against it, almost like a ghost kiss. And when you pulled back oh... He was already touching the place where your lips rested, cheeks as pink as yours.

─ CHARLES LECLERC

This was absolutely surprising to Charles. But he would love to be able to feel that feeling again. When your lips pressed naturally against his cheek, your hands framing his face perfectly. He didn't move for at least a good two minutes, trying to figure out what just happened. If it was real. He was so shocked that he didn't see you lean in again to place another sweet kiss. He blinked a few times, and you could only giggle silently. Oh, it was the best day of his without a doubt. And if he could live it again, he wouldn't hesitate for a single second before saying yes.

─ CARLOS SAINZ

He only had eyes for you. And he loved seeing you smile, and making you happy. So from time to time he spoils you, and although you don't like it when he buys so many things for you, you always end up thanking him warmly because after all, it's adorable. You always hugged him, hugging him a little tighter each time, but this time it was different. You wanted a change from hugs, so with a surge of courage and love you gently kissed his cheek to thank him. He was dizzy, almost on the verge of passing out. He couldn't hold back a shy smile, and above all he couldn't settle for a hug from now on.

─ LEWIS HAMILTON

He waited there patiently, sitting in a corner of the garage before getting in his car. You were a few feet away from him, watching the mechanics adjust the final modifications to the car. He couldn't help but admire you. And stare at your lips. God, he would give anything to be able to feel them against his skin. And as he was about to get in the car, he stopped when he felt your arm rest on his forearm. And without knowing how, your lips crashed onto his cheek in a quick kiss. His best smile appeared on his face, as he tried to hide his blush by putting on his helmet. Finally, his wish came true, right?

─ GEORGE RUSSEL

He can't stop replaying the scene in his head. He already found you so perfect, so beautiful and incredibly intelligent. It wasn't just a crush anymore, it was George, a simp for you. But already his heart was speeding up just by looking at you, he really thought it was going to stop beating when you gently kissed him on his cheeks. It was pure, sweet and... terribly affectionate. He tried to appear as normal as possible, but inside he was a mess. His whole body was telling him to kiss you and tell you everything he has in his heart right now. And he's sure that day will come soon, because there's no way another day will pass without a kiss from you.

─ MAX VERSTAPPEN

As the race draws to a close, Max is finally a 4th time F1 world champion. And getting out of his car, as he proudly waves his arm to greet the crowd, only one thing is on his mind. You, you and only you. So it was natural that he found you among the crowd, looking at you as if only you existed in the world. His hair was still damp, his face still covered in drops of sweat, but that absolutely didn't stop you from pressing your soft lips against his cheek, for a long time. Passionately. And oh, that sweet gesture was better than any championship. His eyes spoke for themselves.

─ DANIEL RICCIARDIO

He will never, ever stop teasing you about the kiss you gave him. Quite simply because he loves seeing you smile and laugh, but above all because he secretly wants you to repeat this gesture over and over again, for eternity. Honestly, you wouldn't even have to ask him for permission as he will already be ready to receive another kiss from you on the cheek. It was by far the most beautiful experience of his life, and oh, his heart always asks for more when he sees you. So, he hopes to feel your lips on his skin again, even if it costs him to tease you all day long.

𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 - 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐳 𝐣𝐫

pairing - carlos sainz jr x fem!reader

warnings - none :)

author’s note - i started this like three months ago and completely forgot about it oops. but since it’s his birthday, i finally got some motivation to finish it :)

and ty to my girls anj and cece for some help on a few of the letters <3

a = affection (how affectionate are they? how do they show affection?)

i don’t think he’d be super affectionate in public. but when you’re at home and have some privacy, carlos is very affectionate.

b = best friend (what would they be like as a best friend? how would the friendship start?)

you’d be best friends before you started dating. and carlos would be the best bff ever!!

very chill and would just wanna hang out with you all the time. lots of movie nights where inside jokes are created, and so much alcohol and gossiping for sure.

c = cuddles (do they like to cuddle? how would they cuddle?)

loveeees them. he especially loves laying his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair.

d = domestic (do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

for sure wants to settle down with you. at the right time though, he’s not going to rush it.

he loves to cook for you. he definitely prefers eating in rather than going out. he’ll surprise you with new recipes all the time. and he seems like he’s very organized and clean so he always keeps your place tidy.

e = ending (if they had to break up with their partner, why would they do it?)

his family is really important to him so if they don’t like you, this could be something that causes him to break up with you.

and also with his job, distance would also be a big reason why he’d end things.

f = fiance(e) (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

big yes to commitment. like i said before, he’s not rushing anything and would wait til the right time. he’d want to focus on his career first.

g = gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he’s very gentle with you both emotionally and physically. emotionally, he’s just so soft with you all the time. and physically, there’s gonna be lots of gentle touches, soft kisses, and holding your hand for sure.

h = hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

loves them. especially hugs from behind!! he’ll just come up to you, wrap his arms around you then rest his head on your shoulder. his hugs are literally the biggest bear hugs. and he hugs you all the time too!!

i = i love you (how fast do they say the L-word?)

he would be the one who says it first. he’d wait until the right time and when he knows that’s how he really feels about you.

j = jealousy (how jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

whenever he gets jealous from seeing a guy at the club flirting with you, he wouldn’t speak up.

no, he’d rather show him that you’re not available. he’d just come up to you, wrap his arm around your waist before pulling you in for a heated kiss.

and every time, when you break away from the kiss, he just has a huge smirk on his face when he sees that the guy had left.

k = kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

his lips were made for kissing. and his kisses are the best. he loves kissing you everywhere. and he really likes using his kisses to tease you too.

his favorite place to receive kisses from you is always his lips. he loves the way you lightly bite down on them and tug his lip back a little when you pull away.

l = little ones (how are they around children?)

he’s great with kids and kids love him.

i could see him wanting a big family too, maybe 3 or 4 kids.

m = morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

lazy mornings during a no race weekend are his favorites. he gets to sleep in and wake up to his favorite person in the entire world.

he would always wake up before you though. most days he’ll just cuddle with you until you wake up. but some days he’ll get out of bed and go make some breakfast to surprise you with in bed.

n = night (how are nights spent with them?)

just as cuddly as your mornings are. seriously, this man loves cuddling with you. lots of cuddles and soft kisses on the couch while a movie plays as background noise.

o = open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he wouldn’t start opening up about any deep things until later on in the relationship. and he would start telling you these things slowly, not wanting to scare you off by dumping everything on you at once.

p = patience (how easily angered are they?)

he’s sooo patient and it’d take a lot to really get him angry. it’d have to be something super serious to get him that angry.

q = quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

maybe not every little detail but he remembers the important things like your anniversary, birthday, and some of your favorite things.

r = remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

if you asked him to choose just one favorite memory from your relationship, he wouldn’t be able to. he cherishes each and every second that you’ve shared together.

but if he really had to choose, it’d be the day you first met. you had met at the dog park when his dog ran over and nearly tackled you onto the ground.

carlos apologized for piñon’s behavior and helped you back up before he tried to get going again. but piñon was sat right by your feet and he wouldn’t leave.

so while his dog was being stubborn for whatever reason, carlos began talking to you. the two of you got so into your conversation that neither of you even realized that piñon had run off to go play again.

he ended up asking you out on a date after that conversation. and the two of you always talked about how piñon was what brought you together.

s = security (how protective are they? How would they protect you?)

he’s protective of you but not in a crazy way or anything. he knows that you’re capable of taking care of yourself.

if you’re at a party or a club, he’ll keep you by his side with his arm around your waist or your hand in his the entire night.

t = try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he puts sooo much effort into planning all your dates. carlos would like having more lowkey dates with you but he always makes sure that they’re the best date you’ve ever gone on.

and he loves spoiling you too. he always gets you little gifts that remind him of you. most of the time they’re not even crazy expensive gifts either. just random things he saw in a shop that instantly made him think of you.

u = ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

a big bad habit of his would be that he hides his feelings from you sometimes. he could be angry with you but he wouldn’t talk to you about how he’s feeling.

v = vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

he’s not very concerned with how he looks. he doesn’t mind the sloppy look and honestly, he pulls it off really well.

w = whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

of course!! he’s not clingy and needs to have you by his side at all times or anything like that but he definitely feels a bit incomplete when you’re not together.

x = xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

cooking for you is something that carlos loves to do. he would learn all your favorite recipes and even find new ones for the two of you to try.

and he especially loves cooking together. most of the time he ends up taking over everything though.

and almost every time, it’d end with a little food fight. if you’re cooking something with flour, he’d always swipe a little bit onto your cheek which leads to you throwing some on his hair. and before long, the two of you are chasing each other around the kitchen, covered in flour.

y = yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

he wouldn’t like someone who’s not a family person. his family is really important to him so he’d want to be with someone who felt the same way.

z = zzz (what is a sleep habits of theirs?)

he always needs to be holding you in his arms when he’s asleep. and when he needs to turn onto his other side? he’ll just pick you up and turn around with you.

he also seems like he would fall asleep in the weirdest positions. ones that don’t look comfortable at all and have you wondering how the hell he’s able to sleep like that.

F1 Drivers have a Sexcident

🎃 kinktober - day four: caçador/presa com enzo vogrincic.

— aviso: dark romance, stalker!enzo, menção à sexo e masturbação, homicídio e violência, menção à autoextermínio. NÃO LEIA SE FOR SENSÍVEL. (+18).

— word count: 5,6k.

— notas: eu não sou estudante de psicologia, então provavelmente pode ter alguns conceitos errados ao longo do texto. é tudo ficção, manas e manos. às psicólogas do site: minhas desculpas caso haja um erro muito grotesco!! não é um smut. uma coisa meio Mavi de Mania de Você.

a cabeça latejava como se as têmporas estivessem sido apertadas pelas mãos de um gigante impiedoso. os olhos lutavam para continuarem abertos, embora a luz branca do consultório parecesse tirar sarro do seu esforço. o som da caneta deslizando pelo papel também não ajudava em nada. você estava considerando parar de anotar o que o paciente lhe dizia, mas seria falta de educação.

"Enzo, eu preciso que você me dê mais detalhes da sua infância. você fica repetindo que as coisas eram muito difíceis, mas você ainda não disse como as coisas eram difíceis." seu tom de voz sereno mascarava a dor profunda em que você se encontrava. "tudo bem por você?"

o homem bonito assentiu timidamente. era a terceira vez que você o via naquele mês e sentia que não obtivera muito sucesso nas consultas anteriores. ele respondia às perguntas e falava muito sobre coisas do dia à dia, mas costumava a ser um pouco vago sobre coisas pessoais. sempre que podia, contornava a pergunta com uma oratória impressionante.

Enzo era muito bonito. tinha cabelos longos, andava sempre com as peças de roupa impecáveis e estava sempre cheiroso. costumava usar colares e anéis e os sapatos estavam sempre limpos. tinha uma voz profunda e envolvente. um sorriso de causar suspiros e um olhar que parecia despir quem quer que fosse.

"eu fui abandonado pelos meus pais quando criança. como não tinha nenhum parente próximo, fui deixado em um orfanato." você anotou tal fato no prontuário do paciente, um pouco perplexa por ele ter escondido aquilo desde a primeira sessão. voltou a mirá-lo depois de feito, mas ele apenas se manteve em silêncio.

"e como era esse orfanato?"

"péssimo." a postura mudou. estava relaxado momentos antes e, de súbito, travara em uma posição de desconforto. os dedos batucavam no braço estofado da poltrona. "as freiras que cuidavam do orfanato não eram muito bondosas. irônico, não?"

"você acha que o abandono dos seus pais é responsável por algum mecanismo de defesa que, hoje, possa te atrapalhar na sua socialização?"

"como assim?" o uruguaio a olhou desconfiado. você conteve a vontade de sorrir. alguns pacientes demonstravam muito mais do que pensavam demonstrar.

"quando algumas pessoas são abandonadas, elas criam mecanismos de defesa para lidar com o abandono." você explicou, massageando a têmpora cuidadosamente. "por exemplo, algumas pessoas podem evitar a socialização e, consequentemente, evitar um possível abandono. outras, irão socializar, mas vão fazer absolutamente tudo que elas pensam que irá garantir a presença da outra pessoa em suas vidas. isso pode ser problemático, pois elas colocam as necessidades de outras pessoas à frente das suas."

"não acho que eu faça parte de nenhum dos casos. eu me socializo muito bem e sei respeitar meus limites."

"mas tem dificuldade para se abrir para outras pessoas." você pontuou enquanto rabiscava um desenho bobo no fim do bloco de notas. Enzo a olhou como se algo extremamente embaraçoso sobre ele houvesse sido revelado para milhões de pessoas. "está tudo bem, Enzo. isso não te faz uma pessoa melhor ou pior. estamos só pontuando algumas características sobre a sua personalidade."

um sorriso nervoso dançou nos lábios bonitos do paciente. ele voltou a relaxar, como se realizasse que não tinha como mentir para você. de uma maneira ou de outra, você descobriria todos os segredos dele.

"acho que você tem razão. eu já tive problemas relacionados à isso." ele confessou, um pouco receoso. "relacionamentos que não funcionaram porque eu me abria muito pouco. amizades, romances..."

"então você vê a necessidade de mudar essa sua característica?"

"seria bom poder confiar mais nas pessoas. acho que melhoraria muitos aspectos da minha capacidade de socializar." você sorriu. Enzo era um homem muito inteligente, afinal. você gostava dos pacientes que se mostravam aptos à mudança.

"isso é muito bom. é exatamente o tipo de pensamento que alguém deve ter ao procurar a terapia." você o encorajou, voltando a olhar para a ficha dele. "você me disse que as freiras do orfanato não eram muito solícitas. você lembra de algum episódio em específico que te faz pensar assim?"

[...]

seu corpo colapsou na cadeira do restaurante quando você finalmente achou a mesa ocupada pelo seu noivo. Esteban retirou os olhos do celular, te dando um sorriso caridoso como forma de apoio.

"você está linda hoje."

"você é um ótimo mentiroso." você sorriu, um pouco exausta até mesmo para contrair os músculos faciais. depois de duas aspirinas, a dor de cabeça tinha até melhorado. agora restavam as dores musculares que tomavam o corpo de assalto. "você já pediu?"

"sim. pedi aquele risoto que você gosta, além desse merlot." ele apontou para a garrafa em cima da mesa. inclinou-se gentilmente para servir tanto o seu copo quanto o dele antes de brindar com você. "eu sei que é dia de semana, mas você merece."

"de acordo." você não se opôs, dando um grande gole na bebida. o corpo contraiu em um espasmo de felicidade. "tudo certo para o seu voo amanhã?"

"uhum. vai ficar bem até lá?" a canhota encontrou a sua sobre a mesa, os olhinhos brilhando de preocupação. você sorriu.

"são só cinco dias, meu amor. acho que eu aguento." Esteban sorriu, deixando um selar no anel de noivado caro.

voaria para o Chile para performar algumas cirurgias cardiotorácicas em diversos hospitais do território. o intercâmbio de saúde tinha sido proposto pelo hospital em que Esteban trabalhava e ele, como o homem empático que era, não conseguiu negar. embarcava na sexta e voltaria somente na quarta.

você sentia um pouco de chateação, mas nada além do comum. estavam noivos há pouco tempo e desde o noivado, as coisas estavam mais românticas do que nunca. era comum transarem mais do que o normal, sair para jantar mais vezes no meio das semanas turbulentas e passarem horas planejando o futuro juntos. você sabia que iria sentir falta dele enquanto ele estivesse em Santiago, mas seria por uma boa causa.

o jantar havia sido agradável, como sempre. depois de algumas taças de vinho você estava relaxada o suficiente para aproveitar o resto da noite, esta que começou no elevador do prédio em que vocês moravam. você se lembrava dos lábios de Esteban correndo pelo seu pescoço e em poucos segundos você estava na cama sendo fodida impiedosamente.

você tinha as sextas livres, então aproveitou para fazer tudo que podia depois de levar o noivo no aeroporto. participou de uma aula de pilates, levou os cachorros para passear e decidiu ir até o supermercado mais próximo para repor a dispensa de casa.

estava carregando um saco pesado de ração quando os seus olhos encontraram os dele. era Enzo, o seu paciente do dia anterior. te olhava como se fosse proibido. alguns pacientes não se sentiam muito confortáveis em ver os seus terapeutas fora do consultório.

você sorriu timidamente antes de voltar a procurar pelo seu carrinho. Enzo, lutando contra o desconforto, se aproximou para ajudá-la.

"isso parece pesado." ele ofereceu os braços fortes e você colocou o saco de ração nas mãos dele, agradecendo pela gentileza.

"e muito." você voltou a procurar pelo carrinho, achando-o um pouco distante de onde você o deixara. alguém provavelmente o tinha empurrado. "você mora por aqui?"

"não... eu vim visitar um amigo que mora no bairro e pensei em comprar alguma bebida para não chegar de mãos vazias." ele colocou as mãos nos bolsos, voltando ao estado de desconforto anteriormente. "você está noiva?"

você olhou para as suas mãos, sentindo-se pega. geralmente, tirava a aliança quando atendia os pacientes. gostava de deixar claro o limite entre razão-emoção quando atendia. não queria que os pacientes ficassem envolvidos demais em detalhes sobre a sua vida pessoal.

"sim, fazem alguns meses." você brincou com a aliança. não tinha muito mais sobre o que falar. "obrigada pela ajuda, Enzo."

"não há de quê." ele sorriu, gentil. você se afastou dele lentamente depois de se despedir.

Vogrincic assistiu enquanto você se afastava. estava tão linda naquele conjunto de academia, com os cabelos presos em um rabo de cavalo desleixado. podia ver a sua nuca muito bem, o que lhe causava arrepios. cada pedaço seu era tão perfeito quanto o outro.

não pôde descrever o sentimento que o tomou quando viu a sua aliança. exibia uma pedra oval solitária, o ouro branco reluzindo contra as luzes fosforescentes do supermercado. ele sabia que você era noiva, claro que sabia. mas ainda doía vê-la exibir o anel com tanta felicidade.

era uma tarde de agosto quando Enzo te viu pela primeira vez sentada em um café com algumas de suas amigas. estava bebendo café e comendo um bolo cheio de cobertura de chocolate. ele se lembrava como seus lábios envolviam a colher tão satisfatoriamente. como seu anel de noivado brilhava na sua mão esquerda. como estava linda na blusa de gola alta.

não conseguiu evitar os instintos que há muito lutava contra. tinha que saber mais sobre você.

a seguiu pelo resto do dia. passeou pelo shopping enquanto via você e as amigas entrarem em lojas e mais lojas. assistiu uma das amigas tirar uma foto do prato quando decidiram almoçar em um restaurante caro demais e não tardou em abrir o Instagram, procurando pela localização do ambiente. nos stories que contavam com a localização, estava o prato da sua amiga. clicou no perfil, avançando entre posts e destaques até que achasse uma foto sua e, claro, seu perfil. você tinha o perfil privado e aquilo o fez gostar mais de você. não era burra como as outras.

quando se certificou de que você estava de volta a sua casa em segurança, pegou um táxi para o próprio apartamento. lá, a obsessão começou. passou horas procurando pelo seu nome. encontrou a clínica que você trabalhava, além dos diversos trabalhos de iniciação científica que você já tinha publicado. encontrou uma notícia em um site de fofoca de socialites que falava sobre o seu noivado. aparentemente, seu noivo vinha de uma linhagem de médicos famosos em Buenos Aires. marcou uma consulta com a sua secretária. não era nada barato, mas valeria cada centavo. poderia te conhecer melhor ou, até mesmo, fazer com que você se interessasse por ele. Enzo sabia que era bonito. não era difícil conquistar nenhuma mulher se ele quisesse bastante.

Vogrincic recordou-se da última vez em que tinha mergulhado em uma obsessão daquele jeito. tinha sido em Montevidéu. a garota era tão linda. uma colega de classe com quem ele tinha o prazer de dividir trabalhos e atividades. era sempre gentil, compartilhando suas anotações com ele e o incluindo nos grupos de seminários. estava sempre cheirosa, sempre bem arrumada. ele tinha se apaixonado tão perdidamente.

começara a segui-la para as festas, jogos universitários, bares e qualquer outro lugar que contasse com a presença dela. passara semanas e semanas enviando flores e poemas para o seu dormitório. às vezes, quando tinha medo de que alguém fosse machucá-la, ficava rondando o prédio de dormitórios femininos para que ficasse ligado em qualquer atividade suspeita. sentia-se como um herói misterioso.

até ela descobrir.

lembrava-se bem do olhar de descrença, do medo, de como ela não queria que ele se aproximasse. implorou para que ele parasse de persegui-la, mas ela não conseguia entender que era, basicamente, impossível. ele estava envolvido demais e não conseguiria parar. não agora.

então, seguiu com a loucura. não conseguia se conter. quando tentava ficar trancado em seu próprio dormitório, era como se uma crise de abstinência o atacasse. o coração batia forte dentro do peito, as mãos suavam e a cabeça doía sem parar. a garganta ficava seca e embora tomasse litros e litros de água, estava sempre com sede. não conseguia dormir sem pensar nela. não conseguia focar nas atividades da faculdade. não conseguia nem mesmo respirar.

a odisseia durou até que a garota fora encontrada no seu dormitório sem vida. tinha tomado diversas cartelas de opioides e escrito uma longa carta culpando Enzo pelo seu suicídio. ela não entendia que aquela era uma forma de carinho. um jeito de dizer que se importava, que queria cuidar dela quando mais ninguém queria.

foi obrigado a se mudar para Buenos Aires logo em seguida. se transferiu para uma nova faculdade para que pudesse terminar o curso e nunca mais teve coragem de pisar em Montevidéu. ainda se lembrava de como as pessoas reagiram quando o encontraram pelos corredores da faculdade.

“monstro”.

monstro? monstruosidade era abandonar as pessoas. deixá-las para trás com nada além de inseguranças e medos. o que ele fazia era amor. cuidado. estava ali para mostrar à ela que sempre estaria ao seu lado, que sempre cuidaria de tudo. que nunca a abandonaria.

durante o seu tempo em Buenos Aires não encontrou ninguém que despertasse aquele interesse. é claro, vez ou outra se apaixonava rapidamente por uma qualquer e era obrigado à descobrir tudo sobre a vida dela. mas, nenhuma o deixava preso o suficiente para que pudesse amar novamente. as mulheres eram tão fúteis e superficiais na capital.

até que ele encontrou você. você era tão bonita, mas, ao mesmo tempo, tão centrada. você era tão inteligente e empática. tão humilde e tão trabalhadora. leal, viajada, sorridente. você tinha uma vida da qual ele queria fazer parte. você voltou a representar o ideal de felicidade na cabeça dele.

e agora ele não podia mais viver sem você.

as primeiras sessões não tinham dado em lugar algum. você era uma profissional muito boa e ele tinha que lutar para não fugir do personagem. conseguia compreender que se dissesse certas coisas, acabaria lhe assustando como tinha assustado as outras pessoas. mesmo que uma vez ou outra ele pensasse que você o aceitaria por ser uma psicóloga, sempre se acovardava no final.

no entanto, estava se tornando impossível ficar longe de você. se deu conta disso quando a viu cruzar as ilhas do supermercado de um lado para o outro exibindo o colo naquele lindo dia de primavera. era fisicamente impossível não te querer.

sabia que o seu noivo estava fora da cidade. lia cada notícia sobre ele, além de acompanhar a rede sociais dos amigos do casal. ele estava no Chile assim como outros médicos do hospital em que ele trabalhava. e você estava ali, abandonada.

isso o encheu de uma raiva crescente. se você fosse noiva dele, jamais te abandonaria. cuidaria de você dia após dia. você sempre voltaria para um lar cheio de amor e cuidado.

Enzo se deliciava com a imaginação de ser o seu noivo. o seu hobby favorito depois do trabalho era pensar em você. apagava as luzes do quarto, acendia velas, escolhia o vinil favorito dos maiores hits de Ray Charles para tocar e mergulhava nos pensamentos que envolviam você. como cozinharia para você todas as manhãs e noites, como te daria massagens diárias quando você chegasse em casa cansada demais, como te foderia com paixão...

os sonhos sujos eram os mais vívidos. conseguia esculpir o seu corpo na argila que era a própria mente quase que perfeitamente. sabia de cor como eram as suas curvas, o formato e tamanho dos seus seios, como suas mãos eram lindas e ficariam mais lindas o envolvendo. sentia-se mal por pensar em você daquele jeito. mas, era inevitável. enquanto não pudesse te ter completamente, só restaria a imaginação. e aqueles momentos a sós com a própria criatividade passaram a ser seus movimentos favoritos.

acordava ereto mais vezes do que o normal. sempre se aliviava debaixo da água gelada do chuveiro, como uma forma de punição por tal ato tão promíscuo. raramente, quando bebia mais do que devia, o fazia na cama, pensando em você.

decidiu que aquele fim de semana seria o melhor momento para tentar uma aproximação. seu noivo estaria fora da cidade e ele sabia que você não resistiria ao charme. podia ser um bom ator quando queria. havia aperfeiçoado a arte ao longo dos anos em que passara em Buenos Aires se relacionando com uma garota ou outra.

precisava escolher cuidadosamente. assumiu que você provavelmente veria as amigas em algum bar ou qualquer lugar onde ele pudesse se aproximar respeitosamente. se apresentaria para suas companhias, que ficariam embasbacadas por sua beleza, seria simpático até que elas o convidassem para sentar. seria encantador. ela veria como você melhor que Estebán.

era esse o plano. estava comprometido a segui-lo e tinha até mesmo se liberado das tarefas do fim de semana para que pudesse te seguir para qualquer lugar que fosse. se você não tivesse estragado tudo.

era sábado, um pouco mais de uma da tarde, quando você deixou a sua casa. estava linda como sempre. de camisa social larga, shorts jeans e um tênis confortável. exibia a aliança ostensivamente com um par de brincos que combinavam. as mãos de Enzo agarraram o volante do carro com certo desconforto. a primeira coisa que faria quando estivesse com você, seria destruir aquele pedaço de aliança insignificante.

a seguiu pela rua, parando o carro em frente à um café metros da sua casa. um homem de cabelos curtos e sobrancelhas grossas esperava na porta por você. sorriu ao vê-la, a beijou no rosto carinhosamente e abriu a porta para que você entrasse. foi quando o sangue do uruguaio começou a ferver.

você estava tão confortável com aquele outro homem. quem era ele? você estava traindo o seu noivo e Enzo não havia descoberto? como você era tão estúpida de encontrá-lo em um café tão próximo da sua casa? e se alguém os visse ali? Vogrincic te amaldiçoou por minutos seguidos de minutos, se arrependendo por um dia ter te achado inteligente. você era desleixada, imperfeita, falha. e ele odiava ainda mais a si mesmo por ainda continuar te amando tão incondicionalmente.

deu partida no SUV para que evitasse mirar aquela cena constrangedora. não seria testemunha dos seus casos ilícitos.

a tarde com Fernando tinha sido agradável, como sempre. quando você e Estebán anunciaram a data do casamento na última semana para amigos mais próximos, Contigiani não tardou em entrar em contato. gostaria de organizar uma despedida de solteiro - com a permissão da noiva, é claro - e comprar um presente especial para Estebán. eram amigos desde crianças e você estava extasiada em fazer parte da surpresa. Fernando e alguns outros amigos tinham escolhido presentear Kuku com uma viagem para sua adega favorita da Itália e vocês tinham passado toda a tarde ajeitando os últimos detalhes da viagem.

depois que alguns outros amigos se juntaram a vocês, a reunião virou um encontro despretensioso que tinha resultado em diversos drinques no bar mais próximo. eram sete horas da noite quando você finalmente se despediu dos amigos com a desculpa de que tinha que alimentar os cachorros.

quase como um mecanismo programado, pegou o celular na bolsa enquanto andava para casa. os passos eram lentos e a necessidade de ouvir o seu noivo a consumia durante todo o dia. discou o número rapidamente, como se o pudesse fazer de olhos fechados.

"doutor Kukuriczka?" você fez a melhor voz manhosa que podia quando atendeu. "estou morrendo de saudades. o que você recomenda?"

"doses homeopáticas do seu noivo." ele brincou do outro lado da linha. você sorriu, sentindo a saudade correr pelas veias. "eu estarei aí em alguns dias, não se preocupe. como foi seu dia?"

encheu os ouvidos do noivo de fofocas e mais fofocas sobre seus amigos enquanto andava pela vizinhança, cumprimentando alguns vizinhos. assim que entrou no prédio, deu falta do porteiro, mas seguiu até o elevador sem maiores preocupações. apertou o botão do seu andar.

"endocartite bacteriana em uma criança? meu Deus, amor. seu dia deve ter sido difícil." você fez um biquinho. sabia como aqueles casos o afetavam, queria abraçá-lo e prometer que tudo ficaria bem.

"o prognóstico é favorável. não se preocupe comigo, ok?" ele riu baixinho do outro lado da linha. "preocupe-se com você. eu sei que, quando não estou em casa, você quase não come direito."

"eu almocei hoje, ok? e teve salada e tudo mais." você brincou, descendo no seu andar assim que o elevador abriu. procurou a chave na bolsa, destrancando a porta com facilidade. era como se já estivesse aberta.

"sei. faça o favor e peça um jantar, também. por via das dúvidas." você gargalhou, adentrando o apartamento. procurou pelos cachorros salsichas que, geralmente, vinham à todo vapor quando você abria a porta, mas não os encontrou. "eu preciso visitar um paciente agora, ainda estou de plantão. prometo te ligar quando estiver livre."

"tudo bem, Kuku." você largou a chave na bacia de mármore onde guardava outras bobagens, correndo os olhos pela sala de estar e a sala de jantar. um cheiro diferente enchia as narinas. "eu te amo."

"também te amo, mi prometida."

quando desligou o telefone, foi como se percebesse o silêncio em que o apartamento estava mergulhado. procurou os cachorros por toda parte, os achando trancados no banheiro, batendo as patinhas na porta desesperadamente. nunca havia acontecido deles se prenderem ao mesmo tempo, o que quase lhe causou um ataque do coração (com toda a ironia que aquilo envolvia). depois que os serviu, foi para o banheiro da suíte para tomar um banho.

ligou o registro, se despindo cuidadosamente enquanto a banheira ia se enchendo com o líquido tépido. pingou alguns óleos essenciais de amêndoas que tanto gostava, aproveitando dos vapores odoríferos que embaçavam o espelho e a envolviam sutilmente. quando mergulhou o corpo na banheira, poderia jurar que ficaria ali a noite inteira.

esfregou os braços, as pernas, as costas. lembrou-se das vezes em que dividira aquele espaço ínfimo com o noivo, sentada entre as pernas dele. Estebán era tão cuidadoso em lavar os seus cabelos e acarinhar a sua pele. quase o podia senti-lo ali. fechou os olhos, imaginando-o tocando o seu corpo com tanto clamor. jurando ao pé do seu ouvido que te amava.

o cheiro estranho que sentira na sala de estar voltou a correr, desta vez, no banheiro. era um cheiro herbal, de frescor. um cheiro que você jurava conhecer, mas não se recordava de onde. cheirou o próprio corpo, procurando por resquícios de perfume dos amigos, mas não era você.

quando saiu da banheira e se enrolou no roupão felpudo, escovou os dentes e seguiu para o closet. decidiu vestir uma das camisas de Estebán e uma calcinha confortável. ninguém a veria, então não tinha nada à esconder. perfumou o corpo com um hidratante corporal e pegou o celular para pedir o jantar. quando abandonava o closet para ir em direção à cama, o ouviu.

"quem era aquele cara com quem você se encontrou hoje?"

Enzo. seu paciente Enzo, sentado na poltrona que ficava ao lado da janela. a poltrona em que Estebán lia as notícias todas as manhãs, a poltrona em que você pintava as unhas por causa da boa iluminação. seu paciente Enzo estava na sua casa.

o calor com o que o seu corpo estivera envolvido desde o banho parecia ter esvanecido. seu coração pareceu parar antes de voltar a vida com arritmias. suas mãos tremeram e o celular caiu no chão acarpetado. o que ele estava fazendo ali?

"o que você 'tá fazendo aqui?" a voz saiu trêmula, frágil, desacreditada. a silhueta tremia de medo. as mãos queriam se cobrir e as pernas, queriam correr. mas, você não conseguia fazer nada. "como você entrou?"

"eu te fiz uma pergunta primeiro. é assim que nós conversamos, não é? através de perguntas." ele a encarou como se buscasse por sua afirmação. Enzo, que era, geralmente, muito tranquilo, estava uma bagunça. os olhos injetados corriam por todo o ambiente, em perplexidade por estar na sua casa. "quem era o cara?"

os olhos dele focaram um porta-retrato que estava na mesinha ao lado da poltrona. exibia uma foto sua e de Estebán quando ele tinha se formado na residência. Enzo o pegou com delicadeza, o virando para baixo.

você decidiu que a melhor alternativa era respondê-lo. até que pudesse correr até a porta de casa ou pegar o seu telefone, responderia tudo que ele perguntasse.

"u-um amigo." você abraçou o próprio corpo com temor. "pode responder a minha pergunta agora?"

"qual das duas?" Enzo voltou a mirá-la. agora, algumas lágrimas se formavam em bolsar na linha d'água dos seus olhos.

"o que você está fazendo aqui, Enzo?"

"eu... eu tinha um plano, sabe? nesse fim de semana eu iria te mostrar que eu sou um cara legal. eu ia te conhecer melhor, ia te mostrar quem eu sou de verdade. já tinha feito diversos planos para nós." algumas lágrimas escorreram pelas bochechas avermelhadas. "até que eu te vi com outro cara. eu consigo aceitar o seu noivo, infelizmente você não me conhecia antes de se comprometer com ele. mas, um amante? não dá, não dá..."

"Enzo... eu não tenho um amante. ele era só o meu amigo." seu corpo estava retesado, tenso. não conseguia se mover nem mesmo que forçasse as suas sinapses ao máximo. estava amedrontada. "mas, você entende que isso aqui passa de todos os limites, certo? eu sou a sua psicóloga."

"não... você é o amor da minha vida." Enzo se levantou da poltrona, fazendo você estremecer. "eu sei que você é. eu já tive alguém assim na minha vida, eu me lembro da sensação. lembro de como era estar apaixonado. eu só preciso que você me conheça melhor para que você veja que eu também posso ser o amor da sua vida..."

"Enzo, eu estou noiva." você o olhou nos olhos. era como um acidente: medonho, mas que você não conseguia parar de olhar. "eu já tenho alguém que eu amo. e você com certeza vai encontrar outra pessoa... se você deixar eu me trocar nós podemos ir até o consultório e conversar lá."

"não, eu não quero ir pro consultório. eu não tenho nada para falar na terapia. você nunca reparou? eu só ia lá para te ver." ele sorriu, como se explicasse o óbvio. seu sangue tinha se tornado gelo líquido, correndo pelas suas veias. "é por isso que eu falava tão pouco... eu não tenho nenhum problema, só interesse em ver você."

Enzo se aproximou ainda mais. você não conseguia recuar. estava com medo de que, se fizesse algum movimento brusco, ele faria algo terrível com você. ele envolveu o seu rosto entre as suas mãos de maneira terna.

"eu vi o seu apartamento hoje e fiquei pensando em como seríamos felizes aqui." ele sorriu, ainda choroso. "aquilo que eu te falei sobre o abandono, isso era real. e eu estou aqui para te mostrar que eu não vou te abandonar igual o seu noivo fez. eu vou estar aqui para você, sempre."

"Enzo, você está me assustando." uma lágrima solitária escorreu pela sua bochecha.

"mas... eu te amo. eu te vi com aquele outro cara e vim pra cá imediatamente porque eu queria resolver as coisas com você. não queria te perder para outro, de novo..." ele limpou a sua lágrima com o polegar. "eu estou aqui desde uma e meia. te assisti chegar, te assisti tomar banho e tudo que eu conseguia pensar era em como eu te amo."

não sabia mais o que fazer. ele estava tão próximo. conseguia sentir o cheiro herbal invadindo suas narinas. era ele aquele tempo todo. te observando, seguindo seus passos.

"por que eu não pego um copo de água para você e a gente conversa com mais calma?" você colocou as mãos sobre as deles, as segurando antes de guiá-lo de volta até a sua poltrona. Enzo assentiu, embora parecesse relutante.

foi necessária uma força tremenda para que você controlasse os seus passos e não saísse correndo de imediato. ao chegar no corredor, pisou nas pontas do pé até a porta da entrada, procurando pela chave na bacia de mármore na mesinha ao lado. é claro que Enzo havia a escondido. você pensou se seria uma sentença de morte gritar na varanda de casa para quem quer que estivesse passando. com certeza, seria.

seguiu até a cozinha, pegando dois copos e os enchendo de água. não encheu até a borda porque, na tremedeira em que se encontrava, acabaria derramando o líquido por toda a casa. enquanto voltava para o quarto, decidiu que teria que pegar o seu celular.

Enzo estava sentado, com as mãos entre as coxas. você entregou um dos copos à ele e sentou-se na beira da cama. vislumbrou o local onde havia deixado o celular cair, mas ele também havia sido confiscado. sentiu uma súbita vontade de chorar.

"Enzo, eu entendi que você tem sentimentos por mim. e eu estou fazendo o melhor que posso para compreendê-los." você começou, dando um grande gole na água. "mas não consigo entender porque você está me fazendo de refém."

"eu já disse. eu perdi a pessoa com quem eu era apaixonado antes... não quero que o mesmo aconteça com você."

"você não vai me perder." você encarou os olhos do uruguaio. buscou pelo seu celular na mesinha ao lado da poltrona, mas não o encontrou. "mas, você compreende que não é normal aparecer na minha casa sem permissão, não é? isso me assustou."

"eu sei. mas tempos desesperados requerem medidas desesperadas."

"Enzo..." você se levantou, não acreditando no que iria fazer. talvez estivesse jogando toda a dignidade no lixo, mas era melhor do que ser morta por um filho da puta maluco. andou em direção à ele, colocando o copo d'água na mesinha antes de se sentar em um dos joelhos do homem. "eu só acho que há situações melhores para que eu te conheça bem... nós devíamos marcar um café amanhã, o que você acha?"

"e se eu te perder nesse meio tempo?" Vogrincic respirava fundo. não tinha te tocado, o que você agradeceu mentalmente. estava nervoso, um pouco embaraçado pela situação. não pensava em tirar proveito de você.

"não vai." você negou com a cabeça, o tranquilizando. deu o seu melhor sorriso diplomata para acalmá-lo. "eu só quero dormir depois de um dia longo. e te conhecer melhor amanhã. eu não quero que você sinta que precisa invadir a minha casa para falar comigo... entendeu?"

Enzo assentiu. os olhos amendoados se tornavam menos maníacos, mais compreensivos. o olhavam com tanta admiração que parecia ser palpável. poderia jurar que, se pedisse à ele pelo seu coração, ele arrancaria do peito naquele momento. também jurou que ele não a machucaria.

segurando o rosto dele com ternura, você depositou um beijo casto nos lábios dele. apesar de não sentir nada além de medo embebido em adrenalina, pôde sentir os lábios macios de Enzo contra os seus. eram quentes, incertos, um pouco tímidos. ele segurou o seu corpo com ternura antes de corresponder.

"isso te faz crente de que você não vai me perder?" você se sentia uma péssima profissional. estava usando justamente da mente para que pudesse sair daquela situação. sentia-se como se estivesse o traindo.

ele assentiu com ternura, grato pela reafirmação. era a primeira vez que Enzo se sentia correspondido e o seu coração se enchia de amor. sabia que, amanhã, faria você se apaixonar por ele. você o tinha visto hoje da maneira que ele sempre quisera ser visto. tinha te compreendido como ninguém.

"por que você não vai lavar o seu rosto antes de ir? você está um pouco nervoso, não é?" você limpou as gotículas de suor que brotavam da testa dele. Enzo riu timidamente, assentindo.

você se ergueu do colo dele, indicando o banheiro com as mãos. o seu plano era interfonar para o porteiro ou qualquer outro apartamento para pedir ajuda, mas o que você ganhou foi muito melhor.

o uruguaio puxou o celular do bolso traseiro da calça e entregou para você. com um sorriso carinhoso, você aceitou o aparelho enquanto ele se direcionava até o banheiro.

com os dedos trêmulos, o desbloqueou e enviou mensagens de socorro para Estebán, além do grupo do condomínio. lá, alguns moradores já noticiavam que o sumiço do porteiro fora suficiente para chamar a polícia. você suspirou em alívio. pediu por socorro no grupo e descreveu Enzo o melhor que pode com o pouco tempo que tinha. quando ouviu a água da torneira parar de correr, desligou o telefone e o colocou sobre a mesa.

Enzo voltou, parecendo melhor. tinha retomado a compostura e os cabelos estavam elegantemente penteados para trás. você sorriu para ele.

"está melhor assim." com cuidado, Enzo retirou a chave da sua casa do bolso da frente. "não faça mais isso, ok? sempre que quiser conversar, você pode me ligar."

"eu não tenho seu número pessoal."

"ah..." você pegou um papelzinho na mesinha ao lado da poltrona, além de uma caneta largada por ali. rabiscou alguns números aleatórios no papel e o entregou, com um sorriso. "agora você tem."

"desculpa por ter te assustado." ele confessou. "não era a minha intenção. mas, eu sei que você compreendeu. você sabe que eu queria somente o seu bem.

"eu sei..."

Enzo te entregou a chave. você o guiou pelo corredor e os seus cachorros latiram ao vê-lo. era uma presença desconhecida, e eles não gostavam disso.

"desculpa por ter trancado os seus cachorrinhos... eu fiquei com medo deles me morderem." o uruguaio sorriu envergonhado.

você teve dificuldades para enfiar a chave na fechadura, mas quando o fez, girou com força para que pudesse se libertar da prisão que virara a própria casa. deu de cara com policiais no corredor, que a miraram em surpresa e a puxaram para fora de imediato.

Enzo foi detido, ali mesmo, no chão da sala de estar. suas mãos foram algemadas e os seus direitos foram lidos. enquanto era culpado pelo assassinato do porteiro, ele pedia desculpas em um tom choroso. "eu não bati forte o suficiente para matar, só para desmaiá-lo..."

seu corpo tremia e os olhos se tornaram torneiras descontroladas que derramavam litros e litros de lágrimas enquanto Enzo se debatia violentamente para se soltar. os olhos dele encontraram os seus e você sentia a decepção correr pela feição dele.

estava tão perto do amor e aquilo fora tirado dele mais uma vez.

um policial se manteve na sua frente como medida de proteção quando o seu paciente foi levantado grosseiramente. os olhos estavam repletos de lágrimas, como os seus. ele ainda não parecia compreender que você tinha guiado os passos da polícia para o seu apartamento.

"está tudo bem, mi amor. eu vou voltar." ele assegurou com um sorriso triste. o policial o forçava para as escadarias do prédio, mas ele apresentava uma força descomunal enquanto resistia. seus olhos eram escuros, quebrados, cheios de uma força vil. "eu vou lutar pelo nosso amor."

“Thank you for everything” — Max Verstappen x Platonic!Fem!F1 academy!Driver

warnings—HEAVY ANGST death of a character and sad max

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Max sat on the chair next to y/n's bed looking down at the girl. His friendship with her was important as she was like a little sister to him. Even then he saw himself in the younger girl — another version of him, hardworking and dedicated to the sport.

Max always thought Y/n would make it to Formula One if it wasn’t for the accident. She would have been a possible contender for the second Red Bull seat, which Max would do anything to make happen. Just like he’d do anything to wake her up.

He thought back to when they had that interview when y/n joked saying that “Max wasn’t allowed to retire until they were teammates,” something that he was fine with.

"Hi, I'm Max Verstappen, and I'm a Miami taxi driver," Max joked. Y/n smiled at the camera and introduced herself, "Hi, I'm Y/n l/n, and I'm an F1 academy driver."

The two drivers were seated in the rear of the car, with Max holding a can of Red Bull, and Y/n clutching her water bottle. They both were wearing a Red Bull team polo shirt and a hat to match.

Max turned to Y/n and teased, "That sounded better than my intro," which led to a chuckle from both of them. "Stroopwafels or Poffertjes?" Y/n asked, sparking a friendly debate. "I would go with Stroopwafels, but that's only because I think I had too many Poffertjes when I was growing up," Max replied with a grin. The interviewer then asked about their most memorable races.

"For me, it's Barcelona because my first win was there," Y/n said, smiling and nodding her head. "Winning my first Formula 1 race, as well " Max responded with enthusiasm. "That was your first win in Barcelona, right?" the interviewer clarified. "Yep, Barcelona is good to us," Max confirmed, looking over at Y/n. "Yeah, Barcelona is good to us," Y/n chimed in.

The memory of the thrilling moment lingers vividly in her mind. She vividly recalls the exhilarating instant she surpassed Lia Block just as they crossed the finish line, securing first place. Her veins pulsed with adrenaline as she gingerly rose from the car, feeling the weight of her legs and the trembling sensation. With a triumphant smile, she emerged from the car and dashed toward the barrier where her team awaited, leaping into the air amidst the cheering crowd. Y/n's heart pounded wildly in her ears, reminiscent of the thundering sound of galloping horses in full stride.

The interview moved on to discussing their racing career and their experiences. Y/n shared how she started in karting and worked her way up through the motorsport ladder. Max chimed in, recalling his karting origins as well as the passion and dedication throughout his journey. The interviewer asked, "What's the best part about being a driver?"

Max answered, "It's the adrenaline rush of racing and the feeling of success when you win a race." "I agree," Y/n added. "The thrill of racing and the satisfaction of improving." The interview continued, and the conversation shifted to their off-track lives.

"What's your favorite pastime outside of racing?" the interviewer asked. "I like to relax and spend time with friends and family," Y/n replied. Max chuckled and added, "I'm a bit of a video game enthusiast."

"I've learned that playing video games requires as much focus and skill as racing," Y/n teased. "So, Max, any special someone in your life?" the interviewer jokes, prompting smiles from both drivers.

Max chuckled and jokingly replied, "Yeah, my two cats." Y/n joined in, chiming in with, "I have a goldfish, does that count?" Causing everyone around them to laugh at her statement. The interview took a lighthearted turn as they began discussing their favorite tracks and memories.

"Apart from Barcelona, what's your favorite track?" the interviewer asked. "Spa," Y/n responded without hesitation. "The Belgian crowds are amazing, and it's a historic track."

Max nodded, adding, "Spa's a good one. For me, it's hard to beat my home track, Zandvoort."

“Oooh I love Zandvoort” y/n responded with a gleam in her eyes. Max grinned, looking at Y/n's enthusiasm. "I knew you had good taste in tracks," he teased. "Zandvoort has a unique atmosphere, and the fans are passionate." The interview moved on to questions about their relationship, and the conversation took a more serious turn. "It's no secret that you two have a close relationship," the interviewer said. "How would you describe your bond?" Max looked at Y/n, waiting for her to respond. Y/n smiled and spoke with confidence, "We're like siblings. We know each other inside and out, and we can rely on each other no matter what." Max added to her answer, saying, "We support each other both on and off the track. It's a rare connection, and I'm grateful for it." The interviewer smiled and nodded “And lastly do the two of you see yourselves as teammates in the future?” They asked.

Max looked at Y/n, and they both smiled before Max responded with a hint of determination. "That's the plan. Y/n and I have been working together for years, pushing each other and learning from each other. Together, we could make history." Y/n nodded in agreement.

“I also told Max that he’s not allowed to retire until we become teammates” Y/n jokes. Max chuckled and jokingly retorted, "I guess I'll have to stick around for a bit longer, then." Y/n smiled, adding, "You better keep that promise. We have big dreams to fulfill." The interviewer wrapped up the interview, expressing gratitude to both Y/n and Max for the insightful conversation. As they walked out of the studio, Max turned to Y/n. "You know, you have a way with words." Y/n shrugged, "What can I say? We're a great team." "We are," Max agreed, putting his arm around Y/n's shoulder. "But I have to admit, you saying that I can't retire until we become teammates was pretty funny."

“Oh I was serious” Max chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Are you saying you'll try to block my retirement?” Y/n shrugged with a mischievous smile, "If that's what it takes to become teammates, then you bet I will."

Max shook his head in amused disbelief. "You're something else, you know that?"

Y/n just smiled, enjoying the lighthearted banter between them. “Trust me Max I know”

Wiping away the tears from his eyes Max's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the hospital room door opening. A nurse entered, checking on Y/n's vitals and making sure everything was alright.

Taking a moment to observe the girl, Max couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. Despite the steady beeping of the heart monitor, Y/n lay eerily still in her bed, her condition critical.

The nurse, sensing Max's concern, walked over to him. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder rubbing her thumb against his shoulder.

“You should go home and get some rest” the nurse suggested in a soft but firm tone. Max scoffed at her statement he wasn’t exactly in the mood for unsolicited advice from anyone at the moment.

"How is she doing?" Max inquired, his voice filled with worry, he didn’t care about anything else that wasn’t his friend.

The nurse glanced at Y/n's chart before responding, "Her condition remains critical, but no change so far."

Max nodded, staring at Y/n's still form, praying for some sign of improvement.

“I meant what I said before Mr.Verstappen you should go home and rest. I don’t think your friend would want you to sit here and beat yourself up over something you can’t control.” The nurse says with a tight-lipped smile and a soft tone.

Max turned his attention back to his friend. He reached out to hold Y/n's hand, feeling the coolness of her skin against his own.

"Come on, Y/n. You've got to pull through," Max whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

Max closed his eyes, recalling the memory of the accident vividly. He could still hear the sound of the collision and the sight of Y/n's car spinning out of control. It was a scene that he had replayed countless times in his mind.

He remembered the rush of fear and adrenaline when he first saw the accident and the way his heart stopped when he realized it was Y/n in the mangled car.

Max clenched his fists, the emotions from that day flooding back to him. The helplessness he had felt as he watched the paramedics rush to the scene, the desperate hope that she would be okay. And the sickening feeling in his stomach when he was informed of the extent of her injuries.

Y/n’s skin was covered in dark purple bruises and cuts that were covered with gauze, curious Max reached over and grabbed the folder that contained the information about Y/n’s injuries. She had eternal bruises and a fractured rib followed by two broken ones; her femur, the radius, and the ulna in her right arm were also broken. The more Max read on her injuries the more he felt sick to his stomach.

Y/n also had a small hairline fracture in her skull instinctively Max touched the side of his head from when he had his big accident back in 2021 during the Silverstone Grand Prix realizing how lucky he was. Continuing reading the charts y/n was also punctured by a piece of carbon fiber slicing through her Kidney, Liver, and aorta artery causing major blood loss the more Max read about y/n the sicker he felt.

The accident had happened during a pre-season Barcelona test. It was supposed to be just a routine session, a chance to try out some new car parts and strategize for the upcoming season.

But things went awry when Y/n lost control of her car on the rain-dampened track. Her car skidded out of control, slamming into the safety barrier with a sickening crunch.

The impact had been severe, and Max's heart stopped as he watched the chaotic scene unfolding before him. Max watched on the monitors as the medics worked on pulling her bloodied and unconscious form from the wreckage.

In that instant, Max's world had shifted. The laughter and banter they had shared just moments ago in the interview room now felt like a cruel echo of the present. As he sat by her bedside, holding her motionless hand, all Max could think about was how unfair life could be.

Somehow by the grace of god, Max was convinced that he should go home, shower, and rest. Sighing Max walked into his apartment tossing his keys onto the table by the door he was also greeted by his two cats Jimmy and Sassy who he was grateful to see.

“Hi guys,” Max says squatting down to pet the cats who were happy to see their dad. “Are you hungry?” Max asked walking into the kitchen to feed the cats. Once the cats were fed and happy Max went to his bedroom turning on the light he walked over to his dresser picking out clean clothes to put on after his shower. Emptying his pockets Max plugged in his phone to charge while he was showing.

In the bathroom, Max gazed at his reflection in the mirror. He appeared worn out, with a complexion flushed and swollen from tears. His eyes were bloodshot and stung from sleep deprivation, and the dark circles beneath them were a deep shade of purple. Once Max took in his appearance he turned in the shower to the desired temperature of water and stripped out of his clothes.

The hot water felt good on his sore muscles, something Max was grateful for in that moment. He stood there underneath the water until it turned cold. That's when Max got out of the shower and got dressed. It wasn’t long after his shower Max got into bed for the night sleep welcoming him as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Max was woken up by the sound of his phone ringing groaning out in exhaustion. He sat up in bed and looked at his phone to see who was calling him. Max felt his heart race at the sight of y/n’s calling him. Max immediately. Answered her phone call.

“Mrs. L/n is everything alright?” Max asked, standing up to pace around his bedroom.

Max was met with silence from the other end of the phone “Oh Max I’m so sorry” Mrs. L/n lets out shakily and Max’s heart breaks even more than it already was.

“No no she didn’t— she’s still here she has to be,” Max says in denial refusing to accept the harsh reality that his friend was gone.

"Max, I'm sorry. She’s gone," Mrs. L/n says, letting out a broken sob, and with a single sentence Max's whole world came crashing down around him with a choking sob and an anguishing scream.

———-

The warmth she felt was a kind of warmth that radiated from the sun and she also felt safe, which was kinda ironic since the last thing she could remember was her car spinning out of control just before crashing into the barrier before her whole world had gone pitch black and cold.

Opening her eyes Y/n noticed that she was lying in soft green grass looking around she noticed a group of people standing around a freshly dug grave. Confused, Y/n stood up brushing off the black dress pants she was wearing. Black pants that she didn’t remember putting on hell Y/n didn’t even remember how she got here in the cemetery.

The closer y/n got to the group of people she realized that these were her closest friends and family. Looking around she noticed Max who stood tall and composed, dressed in a black suit as he looked out over the funeral service. It was a beautiful ceremony, yet the grief weighed heavily in the palpable air.

As Y/n approached the group, no one seemed to notice her presence. They were all deeply immersed in the funeral service, their faces etched with grief and sadness. The air was heavy with a mix of sorrow and acceptance, a stark reminder of the reality they were facing.

Her parents were seated in the front row, silently weeping. Max stood nearby, his gaze fixed on the open grave where her coffin would soon be lowered.

Feeling out of place and utterly confused, Y/n tried to approach Max, hoping to get his attention. But as she neared him, her body passed directly through him, making her gasp in surprise.

Max didn't react, not even seeming to notice the feeling of her presence passing through him. It was a surreal and unsettling experience for Y/n, who couldn't make sense of what was happening.

a realization dawned on Y/n as she took in her surroundings, the people gathered at the funeral, and the grave that was awaiting her. She remembered the accident and the blackness that followed, the absence of any feeling or sensation.

"Am I...am I dead?" she asked aloud, her voice barely above a whisper.

The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, crashing down on her with the weight of finality. She wasn't just injured or in a coma; she had lost her life in the tragic accident.

Tears welled up in Y/n's eyes, her chest feeling tight as the reality of her situation sank in. She had been so focused on her dreams and ambitions, so determined to become a Formula 1 driver, and now it was all over.

She looked at her parents, grief-stricken and tearful, and then at Max, a man who had become like a brother to her through their shared passion and friendship.

The weight of sadness and regret settled deeply in her heart as she watched Max standing there, stoically carrying on without her. As the ceremony continued, Y/n realized that she was nothing more than a specter, an observer of the event that marked her death. She was a ghost, unseen and unheard, a silent witness.

The realization was both heartbreaking and surreal. She had dreams, aspirations, and a future that had all been snatched away in a single instant.

At that moment, Y/n just wanted to reach out and touch Max, to tell him how much he meant to her and how much she would miss him.

But she knew it was futile. She was trapped in this ghostly state, unable to interact with the living world in any meaningful way.

All Y/n could do was watch from the sidelines as her friends and family said their final farewells, her heart aching with a mixture of sorrow and longing.

Soon the funeral came to an end and y/n watched as Max placed a single flower on top of the coffin.

“Vaarwel Zus,” Max says with a whisper.

As Max stepped back from the grave, the finality of the situation weighed heavily on him. Y/n saw the grief etched on his face, mingled with a sense of loss and acceptance.

"Vaarwel," Max whispered again, his voice filled with nostalgia and sadness.

Y/n watched as her mom approached Max, her voice filled with a mixture of gratitude and sorrow. Tears streamed down her face, and she struggled to find the right words.

"Max," she said, her voice quivering, "Thank you for being there for my daughter. She always spoke so fondly of you. You were like family to her."

Max, his expression filled with a hint of sadness, placed a comforting hand on her mom's arm.

"Y/n was also family to me," he replied softly. "She was one of the strongest and most determined people I've ever known. I'm honored to have been her friend."

Y/n smiled faintly as she listened to their conversation. Despite the circumstances, it warmed her heart to know that Max cared deeply for her and that their bond extended beyond their shared passion for racing.

“Oh Max you should have been there" She got the call for pre-season testing in Barcelona. She was so excited I've never seen her so happy Y/n was excited to become your teammate” Mrs.L/n says

Max's eyes softened upon hearing those words. He remembered how Y/n had joked about them becoming teammates, and a pang of sadness hit him. That dream would never become a reality now.

"I remember," Max responded, his voice filled with nostalgia and regret. "She deserved that chance. Y/n had more talent and determination than anyone I knew."

Mrs.L/n nodded, tears still streaming down her face. "She looked up to you, you know."

Max looked down, guilt and sorrow filling his heart. "I should have been there to guide her, to support her. But it's too late now."

Mrs.L/n reached out to grasp Max's arm gently. "Don't blame yourself, Max. You were an excellent friend to her. Y/n was an amazing girl, but fate had other plans."

Max's eyes met Mrs.L/n's, and he saw a mixture of pain and acceptance. "I'll always feel like I could have done more. She was so young, with so much potential and ambition."

Mrs.L/n's voice trembled as she spoke again. "She had so many dreams. She wanted to make her mark in Formula 1."

"And she would have," Max said, his voice filled with conviction. "Y/n was born to race."

They stood there in silence, the weight of the loss hanging heavily. Max's mind was flooded with memories of Y/n - the laughter, the banter, the shared passion for racing. The emptiness she left behind felt immense.

The connection they had was unique, and now with Y/n gone, Max felt the absence more than ever. He could only hope that wherever she was, Y/n was surrounded by peace and happiness.

Mrs.L/n looked up at Max, gratitude filling her eyes. "You were like a brother to her, Max. Thank you for being there for her. Thank you for being a part of her life."

Max gently squeezed her arm, his voice cracking with emotion. "I was lucky to have her as a friend. Y/n was one of the best people I've ever known. She'll always be in my heart."

They stood there, two people connected by a profound loss, each silently honoring the memory of Y/n. The bond they shared, forged through their love for her, would endure with time.

Mrs.L/n hugged Max tightly, her body trembling with grief. "Please take care of yourself," she murmured. Max nodded, holding her close and providing comfort and unwavering support.

"I will," he assured her. "I'll make sure to honor Y/n's memory and continue living passionately. That's what she would have wanted."

They shared a moment of silent understanding before Mrs.L/n pulled back, her eyes still filled with tears. Max stepped back, watching as she walked towards the car with her husband and children, leaving him alone at the graveyard.

Y/n stood there with tears streaming down her face as she listened to her mom and friend talk about her. All she could do was smile sadly at the two of them as they had their conversation. She watched as her mom and Max had one last hug before parting ways.

“Goodbye, Mom I love you,” Y/n says, reaching out fingertips lightly brushing against her mom's arm causing her to falter in her steps looking over to where her daughter stood, seeing nothing she shook her head and kept walking the car.

Y/n turned to look at Max who stood firm in his position “Thank you Max for everything” she said reaching up to try to wipe away one of his tears.

Max was overwhelmed by a sense of comfort that washed over him as if it had hit him like a ton of bricks. Looking up and around, Max couldn't shake the feeling that Y/n's presence was with him. He was certain that she was right there with him.

“Thank you for everything Y/n” Max says, smiling a small smile.

“tot ziens broer” Y/n whispers before going into the light.

Dating Shawn Michaels Headcanons

When you first met him you thought he was a prick and he absolutely was one. You tried to avoid him because you heard the rumors about him being an asshole

You avoiding him definitely made him like you more. Shawn never realized it until he met you but he definitely enjoys the chase.

He finally gets you alone and for once doesnt act like a jerk off. He’s very nice even if it is just to get you to talk to him.

When you guys finally hit it off you try to keep things lowkey but that doesn’t work for Shawn. You’re pretty hot shit yourself and he wants everyone to know you’re with him.

He likes to grab you by the waist when he catches other guys looking at you backstage. He makes a show of grabbing your waist and giving it a little squeeze.

Being lowkey goes out of the window with Shawn. He makes you share a locker room with him. He won’t admit but he’s paranoid about guys trying to hit on you when he’s not around.

Taking care of him when his habits get a bit too out of hand. You always pull his hair back for him while he vomits in the toilet.

When no one is around you call him sugar. Shawn loves when you baby him after he’s feeling like shit and you call him that. “Come here sugar.” Just like that he’s slinking in the bed next to you while you play in his hair.

He asks you to move in with him fairly early into your relationship. He knows you’re the one and he wants to be under you all the time when he’s not on the road. Eventually he asks you to start traveling and staying in his hotels too.

Shawn loves that you’re different in that you’re honest with him. He might not like it and may even throw a little bitch fit but he knows you mean well.

Everyone is unsure how Shawn managed to bag you. He’s a major a- hole you’re a pretty little thing who’s pretty sweet for a top earner. None of the arrogance of your partner.

you were too sweet to greg and rodrick hated it.

don’t get him wrong, rodrick loved how sweet you were, how you’d come to his stupid “family events” when his mom invited you even though he would tell you over and over you don’t have to come, how you help him study n’ kiss him when he gets something right, how you always give him constant compliments on his eyeliner when you don’t do it for him.

he loved it all, but not when you were nice to his brother. his snotty nosed, fuck faced brother. rodrick would complain about your babying of his brother, but you would shrug it off and say you weren’t babying him.

you were though. the way you would practically do anything for the little shit if he asked made rodrick sick. “you’re babying him,” rodrick scolded, sharing a glance between you and his younger brother as you ran your fingers through gergs' hair, trying to make it not as messy after rodrick had pushed him. satisfied with gergs' hair, you’d pull away from him and grin at rodrick.

“i am not, just trying to help,” you said, moving over to rodricks' side to kiss his cheek. rodricks' eyes would still linger on greg with watchful, squinted eyes and greg would only grin.

this was the first time greg had leverage over this brother. real leverage, and he loved it. no, greg didn't just like you for the leverage but because he actually really liked you for rodrick. he didn't completely understand why you liked his older brother, but you were definitely better than heather hills. way, way better. the constant “babying” was what he loved the most about you— right next to how beautiful he thought your eyes were.

anytime greg knew for a fact rodrick was gonna try to kill him, he’d threaten him with a call from you. “rodrick, i-i swear you don’t let me out… i-i’ll call her!” it wouldn’t scare rodrick, he’d only laugh from outside of this bedroom door and say, “gonna call my own girlfriend on me? i am soo scared. with what phone?”

yeah, most of the time it didn’t work, but when you’d came over, he’d tell you had happened and what your boyfriend had done to him. rodrick would, of course, deny, deny, deny and try to get you on his side, but it never worked, you would hug greg close to your chest and tell rodrick to apologize. rodrick would allow a fake apology to roll off of his tongue and suck his teeth, mumbling about how you’re babying him again.

greg would only grin and stick out his tongue at Rodrick as you hugged him.

“I am gonna kill you,” rodrick would mouth, pointing at him.

Another f1 text au! This one was actually quite fun, it's f1 drivers reacting to you using memes of them in your chats.

BY THE WAY NO SLANDER TO PEOPLE WHO COMMENT FREAKY STUFF ON THE DRIVERS POSTS LIKE YOU DO WHAT YOU WANT NOT MY PROBLEM YOU DO YOU 😭

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➳ the set up — rafe cameron

no bc this gif was perfect for this :3

ᡣ𐭩 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: rafe cameron x virgin!reader

ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2.9k

ᡣ𐭩 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: MDNI, smut, p in v, unprotected sex (reader is on birth control), mentions of fem!masturbation, mentions of vomit, uses of c word (you’ll never read my smut that doesn’t have it lmao), loss of v-card, cussing, soft!rafe (w/reader only, duh ;)), mentions of being a prude (reader basically calls herself that), let me know if i forgot any!

ᡣ𐭩 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: based on this ask!

ᡣ𐭩 𝐀/𝐍: i swear this sucks, i hope you guys like it 😖 i’m sorry this took me so long!

your body laid on the tanning chair, the blazing heat of the sun making your skin ignite. today was the hottest day outer banks had had in years. the heatwave was forcing several people indoors, except you and sarah. the two of you found this as the perfect opportunity to fill up the pool a bit with cold hose water and swim to your hearts content.

but eventually the heat caught up to you and you were miserable now. the water wasn't even helping and you were far past the point of tanning. you were going to fry like a lobster had you sat out here any longer.

"sarah, i'm going in," you groaned, pushing off the chair and standing up. your body tingles, your vision seeing black for a moment. fuck, it is way too hot out here.

"yeah, i'm right behind you," she yawns from her tanning chair. standing up lazily and following you into the nice, cool air conditioned home.

"phew!" you say happily, the cold air hitting your skin felt like absolutely heaven. sarah closes the door behind her, her eyes hooded and lazy. the two of you walk into the kitchen, where you meet kelce and rafe standing around the island with waters in their hands.

"hello, boys," you smile happily at them, reaching across the island and grabbing a piece of candy from the bowl. popping it into your mouth, you look at rafe who's already looking at you... worriedly?

"what? what's wrong?" you question, knitting your brows as you stare at him in confusion.

"are you like... okay?" he asks, taking in your slightly sunburnt features. across your nose and the tops of your cheeks were red as well as your shoulders.

"why do you care?" sarah sneers, shutting the fridge with a gatorade in hand. you look at her before looking back at rafe.

"fuck off, sarah," rafe rolls his eyes shaking his head in annoyance. you snort at his attitude shaking your head as you turn your attention back to sarah.

"i'm going up to my room. meet me up there," she says before walking off and disappearing up the stairs. kelce looks at rafe and nods, walking away without saying another word. what the fuck?

"we have some aloe vera in the fridge, you want me to grab you some?" rafe asks softly, pointing to the fridge.

"that would be lovely," you sighed, resting your elbows on the counter, your chin in your hands. rafe walks over to the fridge and grabs out the clear bottle that displayed the green liquid. he sets it down on the counter and slides it over to you. you thank him and pick up the bottle, pouring a generous amount into your hands and spreading the cooling liquid across your cheeks and shoulders. thanking rafe, you hand him the bottle back and sulk upstairs to spend the rest of the evening with sarah.

sarah and you eventually took a nap, the sun had gotten the best of you. you both awoke from the nap closer to seven, turning on some movies on sarah's tv and trying to ignore your burning sunburns.

rafe had gotten up from his nap as well, walking to the bathroom when he heard you and sarah talking in her room, her door cracked open. normally, he'd ignore girl chatter or drama, but two words caught his attention. jj, and virginity, all in one sentence. one same fucking sentence.

"seriously, i think jj would be the perfect person for you to lose your virginity to! he's so sweet and caring, he'd take good care of you!" sarah chirps. she had lost her virginity to john b which left you, embarrassingly so. you weren't opposed to losing your virginity to jj, you just didn't want it to feel like some charity case.

rafe stood outside the door, brows furrow in anger. she was trying to set you up to lose your virginity to some dirty pogue? he couldn't believe you were even on board with the idea... what he would do would bust down this door and scold the two of you for the ludicrous idea. but he had a better idea instead. retreating back into his room, he planned exactly how he was going to do this.

11 p.m. had rolled around and you were struggling to fall asleep. sarah was passed out as of 20 minutes ago, but you lay there staring at the ceiling, blinking. it was the damn nap you took earlier that's got your sleep schedule all fucked up now.

suddenly, sarah’s door opened slowly. your breathing caught in your throat, your entire body tensing as you watching a figure slowly and sneakily walk into sarah's room. you debated screaming for help and waiting to see who the hell was trying to sneak into sarah's room. but as the figure emerged further into the room, the moonlight from sarah's window casted over the persons face.

"rafe?" you whisper shout. he puts a finger to his lips, shushing you. you look at him confused and still coming down from adrenaline. he motions for you to come with him and now you're really confused... and scared. you quietly crawl out of sarah's bed, tiptoeing out the door and into the hall with rafe. you shut sarah's door quietly, following rafe into the privacy of his own room.

once you're in his room, he turns to you, biting his fingernail anxiously. "close the door," he mumbles, looking up at the door. you are even more confused now. confused and terrified, why did he want you to shut the door?

"if i shut the door will you tell me what this is about?" you ask. he nods and you sigh, turning around and shutting his door all the way. you turn back to him, your heart racing.

"are you really going to lose your virginity to jj?" he asks, his blue eyes stare into yours. oh he's serious?

"my God, rafe! that's what this is about?" you walk up to him and shove him back. he stumbles for a moment but easily regains balance, continuing to eye you down.  how dare he? he had the audacity to not only spy on you and sarah, but coming into her room like a serial killer and demand you come with him?

"yeah," he nods his head, his voice laced with attitude. "that's what this is about,"

"rafe, this is none of your business," you shake your head, crossing your arms. he rolls his eyes, which only makes you want to shove him again.

"yes it is, actually," he shrugs.

"oh really? how?" you test, your jaw clenching with anger.

"lose your virginity to me," the words knock the wind out of you. your mind dizzy, your body feeling fuzzy and lightheaded. what did he just say? did he just say what you think he said?

"w-what?" you stare at him, completely shocked. why would he want you to lose your virginity to him?

"you heard me. lose your virginity to me," he steps closer, your throat closing and you're not sure if you could continue this conversation. this felt so forbidden, you now worried sarah would randomly wake up and somehow find you in here... having a loss of virginity talk with her older brother.

"why would i do that?" you ask.

"why not? you've known me since you were in grade school. i'm trustworthy and you're a lot more comfortable with me than jj," rafe states, and he's not wrong... about any of it. losing your virginity to rafe would be ideal in the sense that you've known him so long and your comfortable with him... but it would also be terrible because this is your best friends older brother. her annoying, douchebag older brother, though he wasn't much of a douche to you.

"rafe, i-" but he cuts you off, eyes narrowing on your lips.

"kiss me, and then you can decide if jj is the better option," he smirks. oof he's even cockier than you thought... you don't think that was even possible. what? one kiss and you'll be hooked? is that what he's trying to say?

"rafe, i'm not-," you put your hand out, shaking your head as you back up.

"just kiss me, damnit," he walks up to you, closing all space between the two of you, his lips pressing to yours desperately. his hands tangle in your hair, earning a moan from you. fuck, he's good. he smiles into the kiss, knowing he had you right where he wanted you.

his tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring your mouth, tongue running softly along your bottom lip. your arms wrapped around his neck, standing on your tip toes to deepen the kiss. rafe’s hands take a fistful of hair and squeeze earning another guttural moan from you. fuck you were so hot, he thought. fuck, he’s so hot, you thought.

rafe pulls away after a few moments, resting his forehead on yours, both of you panting from that kiss, “you’re sure you’re okay with this?" he asks, his thumb stroking your sunburnt cheek softly. you bit your lip anxiously, nodding.

"then lie down," he instructs gently, motioning to the bed. you pulled away from his strong, tall torso, slowly walking to the bed. you were anxious about this... it was your first time obviously and you had no clue how it would go... awkward? painful? terrible in general?

as you laid down, rafe slipped off his sweatpants and boxers, leaving them in a heap on the floor. your eyes widened the moment you saw his cock spring free. no, no fucking way. that is not fitting in your vagina. he was thick, and long... something sarah mentioned was the perfect combination but now here it was in front of you and you were terrified. this was going to hurt.

rafe, not noticing your distressed state, crawled on the bed, hovering over you. it was then he noticed the scared look on your face. "what's wrong?" he asks brows furrowed.

"rafe, that's not going to fit!" you exclaimed, which only earned laughter from him. he was laughing? really?

rafe tried to hide his laughter by burying his face into your neck but you already knew, and you weren't happy, why was he laughing?

"what's so funny?" you whined, shoving him.

"i'm sorry baby, it's not funny," he shakes his head trying to cease the laughter and red face. attempting to keep a straight face. he continues, "you're just cute," he smiles. you cross your arms, pouting.

"oh, c'mon, don't be like that," he says, pulling your arms away from your chest. "let me make you feel good,"

his words turned you on and despite him laughing at your "cuteness" *eyeroll* you were lucky to have rafe here right now instead of anyone else.

"you're on birth control?" he clarifies, and you nod. he wraps his fingers around the waistband of your sweatpants and pulls them down along with your thong. tossing the clothing on the floor next to his, he stares at your pink pussy in awe.

"what? what's wrong?" now it had become your turn to ask what the heck was going on in his head.

"so pretty," he murmurs, his finger grazing along your folds. the action causes you to shudder, biting your lip harshly. you had never been touched by anyone else either. it has always been you doing it.

rafe looks back up at you, leaning down and pressing a long kiss to your lips. your heart was beating out of your chest, your mouth dry and mind fuzzy. what would this mean? once you lose your virginity to rafe, what does this mean for you two? what about you and sarah? would she never speak to you again?

"hey," rafe's voice catches you attention, your eyes snapping back to. "don't overthink, it's gonna be okay," he nods reassuringly. how did he know you so well?

you nod, and allow for him to continue. he scoots up a little further and nudges your legs apart. your breathing became heavier as he lined his cock  up at your entrance. he looks at you again, his eyes told you he wanted to fuck you senselessly, but that he wouldn’t.

"are you ready?" he whispered, his cool breath fanning across your face and making you shiver. you weren’t ready, but you also knew that if you walked out of here right now, you’d never be ready, the anxiety in the moment was overwhelming. you felt sick, thrilled, scared, you had a rush of so many emotions and they all spanned within just a few moments,

pushing all feelings aside, you nodded for rafe to continue, praying you don’t throw up all over him. your heart beat against your ribs, and you were positive rafe could hear how loud it was.

rafe looks down, admiring one last time how your virgin cunt looked. he watched between your bodies, the way his cock lined up as he pushed in gently. he looked up at you immediately for permission to continue. your face was scrunched up, your eyebrows furrowed deeply as you concentrated on the newfound feeling. you opened your eyes to look at him, his face was sweet, you knew he wouldn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable or hurt you.

“go,” you nod approval, rafe’s head dipping back down to watch as he pushes his cock in further, continuing to push in until you either stopped him, or he couldn’t fit anymore. you clutched onto his shoulders, whimpering out as your cunt stretched to accommodate him. tears welling in your eyes, you gasped.

rafe peppered kisses all over your body in attempt to calm you down and ease you more into it. he was having a hard time keeping his composure with how tightly your cunt was squeezing him. he was about to bust even without moving.

“rafe,” you breathed out, your fingers moving from his shoulders and entangling in his hair. his blue eyes opened, narrowing on your own eyes. “move, please,” you urge him, needing to feel something more than the constantly stinging of him stretching your walls. he nods, leaning in to capture your soft lips in another kiss, his nose brushing against yours.

rafe pulls out a little, slowly pushing back in. your arm wraps around his back, nails digging into his back as you whine into the kiss. rafe pulls away, groaning.

“i’m not going to last long, not with the way you’re squeezin’ me,” he murmured, looking down to where your bodies connect. something about his words ignited a fire in you, your walls clenching around in arousal.

“f-fuck,” he groaned, falling down and burying his head into your neck. as he continued to thrust into your aching hole, you felt your body becoming overwhelmed, your stomach tightening at the feeling of your orgasm approaching.

“rafe,” you warned him.

“yep, i’m right there baby,” he moaned, holding his breath as you clenched unbelievably tight around his thick cock. which you were still surprised had even fit.

you moaned into rafe’s ear and that sent him over the edge. the sound of you being pleasured by him, the fact that he took your virginity just now, everything about this intimate moment had his cum shooting deep inside your puffy cunt. his thrusts got sloppy and longer, fucking the rest of his cum into you as you came hard around his cock. your fingernails dug into his back, crescent shaped marks indenting his back as you came harder than you ever have. fuck, you thought masturbation orgasms were nice. but this orgasm had you seeing stars. what a fucking prude you were.

the sounds of both of you panting had filled the room, rafe still on top of you and inside you. you kept your arms wrapped loosely around his back, keeping him close to you as you closed your eyes, relishing in everything that just happened.

slowly, rafe peeled his body away from you, pulling his shaft out at the same time. you winced at the stinging pain again, rafe apologizing as he continued to pull out. he plopped down beside you on the bed, immediately pulling you into him.

“how was it?” he asked, still breathing heavily. you snuggled further into his chest, your hand resting on his toned abs.

“perfect,” you smiled, thinking back to it again. this was probably something that would replay in your mind in a never ending loop.

“yeah?” he smiled, kissing your head. you nodded again, watching your fingers trace shapes on his abdomen. you were still confused as to how things would go from here. would you and rafe never speak of this again? act like nothing happened? would you two end up together, maybe only become friends with benefits? the anxiety of what next was beginning to stress you out, so you pushed them aside for now, feeling your eyes growing tired.

“i’m too tired and sore to walk back to sarah’s room,” you groaned, earning a chuckle from rafe. he pulled you in tightly for a side hug, “just go to sleep. i’ll carry you back in there later,” he said quietly, kissing your head as you closed your eyes and dreamed of your first time with rafe… again.

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