Dreams And Adventures By The Sea | Charles Leclerc

We need no. 8 and 143 for Sebastian Vettel x reader 😍

8 - "Looks like we'll be trapped for a while,"

143 - "Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?"

SEB REQ SEB REQ SEB REQ!! Very excited about this one because I ADORE Seb and I was secretly worried no one would want to hear about him. Entirely based on Seb's flirting with anything that moves era

Also, this is my 100th post on this blog woo

Warnings: Yeah this is getting smutty. NSFW!

Prompt night info and list for requesting your own ficlet/HCs here!

Also entered an entire crisis over picking a gif because Seb is a YES for me in all of his eras

"Looks like we'll be trapped for a while," you sighed, slumping back against the elevator and sinking to the floor.

Only you could get yourself stuck in an elevator in the middle of the track stadium with Sebastian fucking Vettel. Sebastian was very calm about the whole thing. Thank god, you thought, that the race had finished and it was only post-race interviews left. If you'd held up the race you would have had to change your identity and move to Peru out of embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry," you apologised again, because it was the only thing you could think of doing. Sebastian gave you a fairly blank look from where he was examining the control panel, trying to kick start the buttons to life.

"Not your fault," it wasn't the first time he'd said that either.

"I shouldn't have jammed the buttons," you were running late. You were still new to the whole journalism thing, and if you were being honest you'd been late because you'd gotten stuck in your tech belt with a wire crossed where it definitely shouldn't and you couldn't get it undone alone. You'd rushed into the elevator and repeatedly stabbed the button for the floor you were supposed to be on in your rush. He shrugged simply, giving the blank buttons another slap.

"I don't think it's the buttons, we called for help before they died," he was right; the elevator had started moving before it had ground to a halt, and you'd been able to get through to the help desk, which was entirely unhelpful and had promised help wouldn't be able to get to you until after the interviews when security would be able to safely clear the mechanics for entry.

"In an arena full of mechanics?" Sebastian had questioned, sounding almost amused at the situation. But apparently being able to build a supercar and fix an elevator required two entirely different skillsets.

Sebastian, as it turned out, was an incredibly nice person. You'd crossed paths with him twice before, both for interviews lasting only a couple of minutes long. He'd remembered you, and the second the elevator had shuddered he was more concerned about making sure that you didn't start to panic than anything else. He gave up trying to spark some life into the button panel and sank down opposite you.

"I knew I should have brought my flask," you mumbled because not being sober in this situation sounded a whole lot better. Sebastian raised an eyebrow at you, a little smirk tugging at his lips.

"Do you normally drink before interviewing us? Are we that scary?" He was teasing you, but you could see there was a genuine interest in the way his blue eyes held yours.

"No, but a shot or two for dutch courage sometimes helps," he broke out into a toothy grin, nodding along in understanding.

"Yes well, some of these young drivers are very attractive. It must be distracting," was he teasing you?

"Not really my type," you said without thinking, your response bluntly honest. Sebastian didn't miss a trick, a gleam in his eye letting you know he was keeping hold of that piece of information.

"So you like the older guys?" There was nothing but simple curiosity in his tone, even so, you couldn't quite look him in the eye when you gave your next answer.

"Well, not total grandpas," you said. Your age you meant. More experienced, sensible, mature, but still young enough to have a sense of humour, to know how to show you a good time. You liked gentlemen. "Aren't I supposed to be interviewing you anyway?"

"Ha, please," he opened his hand in invitation and you mimed a microphone in the air, asking him a few stupid questions about the race and his performance, to which he answered with equally silly responses.

Seb, as you learnt he liked to be called by friends, was fascinating. Even his silly answers gave a little bit of himself to you. Every look he gave you was charged, every raise of his eyebrow or quirk of his lips perfectly calculated. And it was working, because you knew it wasn't just the confined space that was making the German increasingly more attractive.

An hour had passed. There was no phone service, you still couldn't get through to the help desk, and even your pocket radio wouldn't tune in. It was like you were stuck in a void. You groaned in frustration as the batteries on your radio stuttered out.

"This stupid thing," you grumbled as you pulled at the random straps and attachments in attempt to free yourself from the equipment. How Ted Kravitz was happy to walk around all day in his was beyond you. Seb was watching you struggle and slowly got to his feet, stepping closer to you.

"Hey, let me," he was very softly spoken as he stilled you.

His deft hands made short work of your belt. He carefully unplugged wires and removed clips and placed them slowly, one by one onto the floor beside you. Your mic and radio pack were the last things removed, so you thought Seb would step away but his hands were back on your waist. His hands were constantly brushing at the skin of your waist, only covered by the thin fabric of the summery dress you'd decided to wear that day. He undid the final buckle, his hands feather-light as he leant around behind you and you could feel his fingers drag across every centimetre of your skin as he finally pulled the belt off you.

Sebastian dropped the belt, but his blue eyes were fixed on yours as he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. You weren't sure if you were breathing or not.

"Are you trying to turn me on, or are you really that oblivious?" The words rushed from you in a breathless whisper. You froze for a moment, the fear that you'd made a mistake and were about to make the next god-knows-how-long incredibly awkward. Sebastian was painfully neutral in his expression as he regarded you, but he still hadn't stepped back and the smell of his cologne was fogging your mind,

"Oh, I'm trying," how he sounded so casual, just a hint of playfulness about him. You had no idea how to respond, was he teasing you? This man was a world champion, he could do whatever he wanted. There was an edge to that, the idea of the power he held, he was almost untouchable in the paddock. And it wasn't like he was a golden boy who kept himself out of trouble, Vettel had been handed his fair share of fines over the years.

"Right," you could see his back in the mirror opposite you, he was taller than you, shoulders stretching the fabric of his own polo. You looked helpless, backed up against the wall by him. He was looking at you now, eyes a little darker, trained more on your chest than your face.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No,"

The second the word left your lips Seb stepped forward, his body pressing against yours as he pinned you against the second mirrored wall. One hand was gripping your hip, with enough pressure to hold you in place. His other hand was already tangled in your hair, pulling you towards him as he captured you in a searing kiss.

Whatever kind, sweet, gentle nature you thought Seb had when he was interviewed had completely vanished. The man in front of you was kissing you like the world was ending. There was nothing gentle about him as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. The was nothing gentle about the way his hands were roaming and grabbing at your body as if he was trying to mould you to his shape. There was certainly nothing gentle about the way he was rolling his hips against your thigh.

"Jesus," he managed to hiss as your mouth fell off his and you started attacking his neck, careful to toe the line just before you'd leave a mark on his skin. You decided to throw caution to the wind, because how many times do you find yourself stuck in a lift with a sporting legend, let alone such a handsome one? And besides, part of you wanted to be in that special club of people who'd known him like this.

You dropped to your knees in front of him, your dress providing a perfect view of your cleavage as you made quick work of unbuttoning the shorts he was wearing.

Sebastian groaned loudly as you took him in your mouth, the feeling alone enough to go straight through you. His hand tangled through your hair again, but he let you control the rhythm as he simply watched you bob your head through the mirror. The noises he made were addictive, and hearing him cursing in German was enough to make you want to finish him off like this.

But he was calling your name and asking you to wait so you pulled back oh so slowly, earning yourself another heavy hiss as you released him.

"I have to fuck you in that dress,"

It wasn't a request. But you didn't mind, you liked being told what to do. He pushed you back against the mirror again, lifting your legs and encouraging you to wrap them around his waist. Seb wasn't particularly tall but you always forgot just how strong the drivers were. He held you like you didn't weigh a thing.

His pace was bruising, and you were actually glad you were trapped in the elevator because there was nothing you could do to stop the near-constant stream of noise slipping from you, and he was equally loud. It was almost, almost, embarrassing at how quickly you were approaching your orgasm, but when Seb, oh so confident, let go of you with one hand and slipped it between you to start toying with your clit you were done.

"Seb-" you whined, his name so natural in your mouth. He was moving at a relentless pace, the pleasure almost overwhelming.

"You can do it," he forced the words out through gritted teeth as he watched you scream, your head falling back against the glass as your hips moved forcefully with him, your walls clenching deliciously around him as wave after wave of pleasure shot through you. You felt him twitch and he bit down on your shoulder as he came with a shudder of his own.

You stayed in his arms for a second, the pair of you breathing raggedly and trying to recover when something crackled behind you making you jump. The buttons on the panel were glowing again.

"Hi, it's reception, can you guys hear me? We're sending someone up now,"

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midnights x msc47

author's note; i love taylor swift and i love mick schumacher even more summary; a bad race is easily fixed by dancing with you in your kitchen to taylor swift word count; 0.8K warnings; fluff characters; american!Reader x Mick Schumacher

You were overjoyed to be home. The air felt different in the US. And as dear as Switzerland was to your heart, you wanted to fall to the floor and kiss the ground. You had a little apartment in your home state, one you and Mick had agreed to spend the week in after the Texas race. You usually rented it out, but you had make sure to start dealing with short term rentals when Mick brought the idea up the year before. You could only get the week off of work from Sunday to the next Wednesday. Perfect for you to be able to relax for the week with your boyfriend, but you would have to miss COTA and all the fun that came along with it. Honestly you were disappointed, but the giddiness of the time with Mick outshone it.

When you got home you immediately turned on the race and began setting the place up. Sheets were put down, pillows fluffed. Just in time for you to sit down on the couch with a glass of wine and watch the almost devastating end to the race. Stroll's DNF, Vettel's pit stop, Mick's drop to the back of the grid. The only highlight was that you truly liked all the drivers on the podium. Being Mick's girlfriend had earned you mostly pleasant interactions with the other drivers, but you could say wholeheartedly that Charles, Lewis, and Max deserved the wins. You grabbed your phone to text Carlos a sympathetic message, and then opened your messages with your boyfriend. you did great, babe. i'm proud of you. i'll be waiting at home for you xx He replied after a few minutes, and you turned the sound of the post race interviews down. i love you You smiled down at your phone, sending him back an i love you too before turning your phone off. You knew it would be at least a few hours before he walked through the door, so you turned on a random show and settled in.

When Mick walked in you were cooking dinner and listening to Taylor Swift's new album. At the sight of you in the kitchen, hips swaying and head bobbing along to the rhythm, he felt himself relax. The race hadn't gone the way he wanted- So good until suddenly it wasn't anymore, on top of a penalty for exceeding track limits. His shoulders visibly fell and he exhaled loudly, alerting you to his presence. You didn't stop your slight sway, bounding over to him with a small dance and lightly grasping his hands to pull him to you. He complied, chest pressing flush against yours as he wrapped his arms completely around you and smiled down at you. You laced yours around his neck, fingers playing softly with his hair. "Hi, baby." You said. "Hi." He cooed back, pressing a quick kiss against your lips. You could feel his loving smile. "What song is this?" "Mastermind. It's Taylor Swift's new album." "I love it. I love you." You laughed at his sweet words, blushing lightly. "Stop it." You giggled, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his solid chest. Your nervous state made him laugh, dropping his chin onto your head as he held you to him. There was a comfortable silence and suddenly he felt so heavy with adoration. You pulled away first, leaving him cold. You pulled his arms off of you, hands inching down them as you did so you could lace your fingers through his. "Dance with me." You told him. "Alright." He grinned. The song had changed during your tender moment, the soft synth and calming drums of The Great War giving the perfect backdrop to the romantic dance. Mick twirled you, you twirled him. Kisses were shared, loving touches and teenage like moves pulled. When the song finally changed you wrapped one of your arms against his middle and he obliged, pressing up against you again. "I should have asked, how are you?" "Better now." He admitted. "Taylor helps." You kissed him. "Me and Taylor will always be here to help. Now I have to finish up dinner." Mick clicked his tongue. "Let it burn- we can order pizza. I just want to hang out with you." You laughed but peeled away from him. "Go sit down. It'll take ten minutes, and then you and I can sit and watch a movie. Okay?" "I can think of some much more fun ways to spend ten minutes." He purred suggestively, reaching for you again. You giggled, lightly slapping his hands away. "Sit." "Fine, fine. At least a kiss?" "Mick!" "Okay! I'm going."

Drivers x text posts / Charles Leclerc 2/?  

i've got my eye on you, too –pedri

part 2 of i've got my eye on you <3

the sight of gavi hit pedri like a punch to the face. and that was before gavi had actually punched him in the face.

"OH MY GOD", you screamed. everything happened so fast, one minute you were kissing pedri, the next gavi had found you two and now he had pushed pedri and punched him in the face. all in the blink of an eye. and you didn't quite understand anything that was happening.

pedri's cheek throbbed relentlessly, and he brought one of his hands to press it and try to calm the pain. he didn't fight back, he did in fact deserve the hit. but he still didn't regret a single thing.

gavi's face was a mixed of disgust and anger, pedri had seen that face on the field many times when his best friend got mad at some player, but he had never seen that look directed at him.

gavi came very close to pedri, "you're a piece of shit", he said in a low voice, and then stormed off, slamming the door.

you were still in shock, but you reacted when you saw pedri's face filled with pain. you gently took his face with your hands to take a better look, "are you okay?", you quickly asked him.

he closed his eyes and nodded, "yeah don't worry im fine", he said. he was hurting, but he didn't want to worry you and it wasn't like the pain was unbearable.

you traced your thumb along his cheekbone, "you just got punched in the face by your best friend, you don't have to lie"

"okay fine, please bring me some ice because that fucker might not be very tall but he can throw a punch", he grimaced.

you got him some ice and you two sat on the sofa. the house was empty, everyone had left already, and fer was probably passed out drunk on his bed.

"so...", you started, trying to make sense of what had happened, "i guess gavi didn't want you kissing me right after he had asked me to go out on a date"

pedri let out a sigh. "yeah, i guess i can tell you truth now"

and so he did. he told you how he had felt attracted to you from the very beginning and how gavi had felt too, and how he felt like he had to take a step back for his best friend.

"so what? you were willing to watch from the sidelines?" you couldn't believe what he was telling you.

"yes. at first. look, he was mesmerized by you and i had never seen him like that, so i decided to let him shoot his shot. i thought it would be easier if i stayed away from you but i got to know you more and then i was having feelings for you, and i couldn't help it", he was letting it all out, word after word like it had been burning inside of him, "and then he said he'd ask you out and i decided to avoid you all night because i figured it would help but-"

you cut him out, shutting him up with your lips. pedri forgot what he was saying, forgot he had gotten punched, he could forget his own name every time his lips were on yours.

you joined your foreheads together, "i can't believe you were willing to put your own feelings aside for someone else" this just proved how good and how pure his heart was.

"i never realized you liked me", he said quietly. "if i had known... maybe this whole thing could've been avoided and my best friend wouldn't hate me right now"

you leaned back. now you were feeling guilty. this whole mess had started when you kissed him, and now the beautiful friendship the two boys had was all messed up.

like he was reading your mind, pedri sweetly grabbed your chin and looked you in the eye, "don't you dare feel guilty about any of this okay? this my problem with him"

you slightly nodded and he gave you a forehead kiss, "we both need some rest after tonight"

...

fight or not fight, the boys had to go training. the whole team could feel the weird tension that was happening between the two players, but as long as it didn't affect their performance on the field, nobody said anything.

and that was the worst part, gavi thought, it didn't matter that he was mad at pedri, they still had a huge bond, they still knew each other so well on the field that playing with him was like a second nature, it was like nothing had happened.

but after training was over, things were not that easy.

"man we gotta talk", pedri went after gavi, in their way to the locker room. it was a mistake, pedri knew that, he needed to let gavi alone for a couple of days until he calmed down and was less mad, that was how it worked with him, but pedri couldn't wait.

gavi shook his head, still not looking at him. "you could kiss any girl", he said, "and yet you kissed her?"

pedri fidgeted with his hands, "i have feelings for her as well, i never said anything because i thought it would go away but at the party-"

gavi turned shooting him a furious glance, "so you didn't even tell me that?! you have liked her all along and you just couldn't fucking tell me so we could work it out? you just had to go kiss her the same night i TOLD you i was going to talk to her?", gavi ran his hand through his face, he was tired and hurt and everything that came out of pedri's mouth was making it all worse.

"im so sorry just let me expl-"

gavi cut him out "i don't want to see you", he started walking to the bathroom, "or talk to you", he looked at him from the shoulder, "i don't know how to trust you", and then he left.

two weeks had passed since gavi's last interaction with pedri, they kept playing together but gavi refused to let pedri explain everything.

so if gavi didn't want to hear him, at least he would read what he had to say. pedri spent the whole night writing a letter, explaining with detail all the events that had happened. he let his heart out, he wanted to be as honest as possible since he hadn't been honest with his friend from the beginning. he wrote about his feelings for you, about your feelings for him, and how he didn't knew it was reciprocal. he hoped with everything that he had that gavi would read it, and could forgive him.

so in training the next day, the last guy to come out of the locker room was pedri, and he slipped his letter into gavi's backpack. afterwards, he left, waiting and hoping that would be enough.

...

now your birthday was coming up on friday, and pedri had a special date planned out.

he was secretly a romantic, always thinking that somebody was out in the world meant to be his other half, and after you told him you had been a barcelona fan your entire life, he was more than sure you were the one. so, he spoke with a lot of people and begged a couple of times, and he had the camp nou opened just for the two of you at night.

and you had no idea about it.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU", you smiled at your pillow hearing laura's loud voice, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR Y/N, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU", she threw herself at your bed.

you laughed and hugged her, "thank you love,  how lovely it is you hear you this loud in the morning"

she laughed, "i know i am the best", she stood up and urged you to do the same, "you have a special gift waiting for you outside so move your ass"

you know it couldn't be him, he was training this early. you got out of bed and went to the living room, there you found a huge bouquet of sunflowers, your favorite flowers.

with the biggest smile on your face you picked up the note that was on the bouquet and read it.

happy birthday to the girl who spins my whole world around <3

can't wait to see you tonight.  -P

your stomach filled with butterflies you couldn't help to giggle, you were falling for him and there was no way to stop it. he had become such an important person to you, and everyday you were grateful to the universe for bringing him to you.

you took a photo with the flowers and sent it to him. you are simply the best, thank you for always making me feel so special, you texted him.

laura wanted to organize you a little party here tonight, but pedri had asked her to leave your night free for the two of you, so you would have a little party tomorrow, and your parents would come so they could meet him. you went to have a shower and prepare to go to work, wondering exactly what he had planned for the date.

you had ask him to give him a clue to know what to wear to wherever you were going, and he had only told you not to wear heels, to wear something you would feel comfortable in. so it definitely wasn't a restaurant, you thought.

you were finishing with your perfume when somebody knocked on the door. you quickly went to open it. his handsome face was waiting for you on the other side, "happy birthday my love"

you hugged him, you loved how he always smelled good. "thank you", you said, your face on the crook of his neck.

after the hug he said, "you look beautiful", his eyes ran through your body from head to toe, you blushed a bit and he kissed you, after waiting the whole day to do it. electricity ran through your body. this night felt different for some reason. your hands went to his hair as you kissed him back, forgetting about the plans, only concentrated in the way his lips tasted, and how his hands were roaming your back.

"of course you haven't left and instead are making out in public display", you heard laura say with amusement, "didn't he get punched in the face for doing exactly that?"

"laura shut up", pedri said, grabbing your hand, "we're leaving now"

she laughed, "yeah wear protection kids", she turned to head to her room, "oh and have fun!" she said, as you two left the apartment.

"you still haven't heard of gavi?", you asked getting on his car.

pedri felt a sting of pain on his chest, "no, nothing", he said and started driving.

you placed your hand on his thigh to comfort him, "im sure he'll reach you eventually", you said sweetly, you knew how much he missed his best friend, and you still felt guilty about the way shit had went down.

"yeah, yeah, don't worry about it. it's your day today", he said quickly looking at you. "i really hope you like my surprise"

"so, are you telling me where we're going?", you asked him, looking at the streets of barcelona.

"you'll find out soon enough", he winked at you, and kept driving.

and some time later, you saw where you were going, you entered the parking lot of the most beautiful stadium of the world, the camp nou.

your hands intertwined, and the smile on your face growing and growing bigger and bigger, pedri led you to the field, after saying hello to one of the men who worked there. you were amazed by the immensity and the beauty of the stadium.

"i can't believe you got the place just for us", you said to him. "it's beautiful to see it at night, i'd never visited it at this time"

"i know", he said quietly, and then you saw the ball and it all made perfect sense. "i thought we could improve our football skills with the camp all for ourselves", you looked even more beautiful under the lights of the field, and he could swear your eyes were glowing. and he was sure that you smiling on the field was the most precious sight his eyes had seen.

you laughed, "it's very sweet how you say you can improve your football skills when you are like the best player of the team"

"there is always room to learn", he said, grabbing the ball, "who knows? maybe you could teach me something new about football", he smiled.

"i have a feeling you will be the one who teach me everything about football today", you gave him a peck on the lips.

"let's start then", he held you hand, "let's see how good are your penalty shots"

it was the most special thing somebody had done for you. he taught you how to shoot, how to make a great pass, he told you with which part of your foot you had to kick the ball. you loved learning and listening to him. you two spent the night playing with each other, laughing about how bad you were, and talking about everything. besides, kissing a barça player under the lights of camp nou was something straight out of a fairytale.

"this was the perfect birthday", you murmured against his lips.

after you were tired, you got on the car and left, "i thought we could go to my place and watch a movie to rest a bit", he said, and your pulse fastened.

"i'd love to", you said, and now he was the one who put his hand on your thigh.

you slept together for the first time that night, and it officially became the best birthday you'd had. he dropped you off by your place right before he left to train.

...

laura organized a cute party the next day, the apartmente filled with your friends and family. you introduced pedri to your parents and of course they loved him, how could they not? he was like a dream, always polite and funny without trying to. the party was ending, you were about to eat the cake when somebody knocked on the door.

"hey, y/n", gavi was standing at the door with a little gift on his hands and looking like he wanted to get away from there as fast as possible. "happy birthday", he gave you the present and you took it.

you were impressed to see him here, not really sure how he had known about the party, but you took his presence as a good sign. "thank you", you said and you gave him a quick hug. "come in, we're gonna eat cake". he hesitated but he joined the little party.

truth was, gavi had read the letter, and he had done his best to understand the entire situation. he wanted things with pedri to be the way they were before, he deeply missed his best friend. but, he hadn't felt ready to see you again with him. until laura texted him, inviting him to the party, she talked to gavi, and that also helped. so now here he was, ready to speak to pedri again, and ready to make peace with the whole situation.

pedri spotted gavi and his eyes widened, he went to him and opened his mouth to talk but no words came out.

gavi rolled his eyes, "well, i can't stay mad at you forever", he gave him a little smile. pedri smiled wholeheartedly and gave him a hug. he had missed his best friend, his brother, and now he was back.

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flowers and rain –mick schumacher.

short story i wrote a while ago <3

pov: you and mick took a break, but he shows up on your birthday to talk to you.

you hear a knock on your door. "did you guys order anything?", you ask your friends while you walk to the door. you open it and your heart starts jumping on your chest as you lock eyes with the last person you thought would be standing outside of your apartment. mick gives you a shy smile, holding on for dear life on the flowers he bought for you.

"happy birthday, sunshine", he says, and you can't help but want to wrap your arms around him and never let him go. all the emotions you have been pushing away for the past 4 months come at you like a wave, drowning you. your eyes water and you give in, closing the distance between the two of you. you wrap your arms around his neck and hug him, closing your eyes, allowing yourself one moment of selfishness. you feel his arms quickly wrap around your waist and you inhale his minty scent, one that you never seem to get enough from.

"thank you, micky", you whisper against his ear. god you've missed him. the hug ends as you both separate from each other, although the minute that is over you are already missing the feeling of his body close to yours. you need to pull yourself together as he gives you the flowers. of course they have to be lilies, mick never forgets how much you love them. you accept them and you extend your arm and signal him to come inside. he does and you close the door, but he quickly stops and turns to look at you.

"i'm sorry i'm here this late", he says. "i just- really needed to see you, and wish you a happy birthday".

"it's fine, we stayed up chatting and all", you say. "mom and the girls came and we had a little party here".

speaking of them, angi calls out to you from your room. "y/n who is it? hurry up or we are gonna eat all the ice cream".

"i'm coming!", you yell at her.

"if you don't mind, i'd really like to talk to you", mick glances at the door and then at you again, feeling nervous. "but if you're busy i'll just-"

"no, don't go", you blurt, hating how needy you sound. but you cant stand the idea of him going away again. you are familiar with the pain that causes. "let me go tell them you're here and we can go to the rooftop and talk privately". you search for a vase to put the flowers on before going to your room. you open the door and put your hand on your mouth, still processing the fact that the boy you love is right outside waiting to talk to you.

your friends all give you confused looks.

"what's wrong? who was it?", mom asks you.

"mick is outside. he brought me flowers. and told me he needed to see me. and talk to me. and oh wish me a happy birthday like he doesn’t know that the best present i could receive is him standing outside of my door", you tell them as you simultaneously see them all open their mouths to form a perfect "o". "so i'm gonna leave you here, and i'm gonna go outside to talk to him, so behave", you say and you don't give them a chance to say anything as you slip away from the room and come back to mick. you both leave the apartment and take the stairs to the rooftop in silence.

what does he want to talk to you about? has he missed you like you've missed him? does he also want to get together because he finds that the world without you does not seem as colorful as it was before? is he gonna tell you he met somebody else and your break is more than over? thousand of questions swirl in your mind. you get to the rooftop and you take the both of you to the pair of chairs that are always in here but he shakes his head, as you hear thunder from afar.

"i would rather not sit. since i've been sitting during most of my trip", he says, his hand rubbing the back of his neck. he always does that when he's nervous.

you let out a sigh and decide to get this over with and finally know what's going on. "why are you here?"

"you know i've never been able to lie to you, even if i were, it would never be possible for me to hide how much i miss you. because i do, y/n, so fucking much", his blue eyes look sincere, and you feel the sudden need to cry. because it is obvious the break has affected you both the same way. "i understand why we decided to take a break, and it honestly seemed like the right call at the time, but it clearly wasn't. not when i can't seem to stop longing for you at every moment of the day. so i am here now, willing to put my heart out for you but most importantly willing to listen how you feel. and finally end this doubt that eats me alive every day.", his hands grip mine as he gives me a sweet look. "do you miss me too?"

"of course i do, micky. and this break has caused more pain than good. i know we were not in the best position when we decided to part ways for some time, but it was nothing compared to the hollow feeling that is not having you with me." you feel the first drops of rain on your skin, you let go of his hands and take your hands to cup his cheeks. "i love you, mick schumacher, and not even a hundred breaks could make that go away".

rain starts falling from the sky as he closes the gap between the two of you. he kisses you with a burning passion, trying to show you just how much he has thought about this moment. your hands go to his hair and his hands grip your hips. the rain keeps coming down on you. not all the words in the world could describe the kiss, and all the magic it came with it. you break the kiss breathless, and you can't help but to smile at the beautiful boy in front of you, with his red lips and his hair soaking wet.

"this kiss? and under the rain?", you murmur against his lips. "best birthday present i could ever receive". he laughs as you hug him, your head resting on his chest, and his head resting above yours.

"i love you. promise me you will never forget that." he says, closing his eyes.

"i promise", you vow, thinking you couldn't be more in love with him.

max and the three musketeers | max verstappen smau [ part 1 ]

pairing: max verstappen x fem! mercedes admin! reader [ no faceclaim ; reader is entirely faceless ] summary: mercedes is a just a tiny bit worried about your dates with their archenemesis a/n: can you believe it took me this long to post a max smau my name is literally verstarppen this is so embarrassing [ part 2 ]

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