火星

𝐣𝐣𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐭𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐳𝐛𝟏 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

oscar jumps when the door clicks from across the room. he fumbles, setting his phone down on the off-white duvet. he swings his legs over the end of the bed just in time to hear the hotel’s heavy door close behind you. you wince when it slams, sparing a glance at the nearby clock as you wander deeper into the room. 

you’re holding onto a brown paper bag with your fingers because your hands are full with two drinks. soda, oscar presumes. you flash him a grateful smile when he reaches out to take the food from your hands, allowing you to set everything else down on the desk. 

“so, i got you two burgers because i know how you get after races. and before you tell me your trainer will scold you, you’ve had a long day. i think you deserve a little extra cheese for your effort.” 

oscar can’t help but chuckle. it feels light as it leaves his chest. the knot is his stomach loosens, even if only a little. you playfully knock your shoulder into his own as you drag a chair up to sit beside him. staying in a single room together had its perks, but the limited space was not one of them. 

“thank you,” oscar says. you shake your head, opening the bag and pushing two paper-wrapped burgers towards him. they’re still warm to the touch. he waits for you to gather your own food before slowly beginning to peel the coating away. 

“my friend showed me this place.” 

right. 

you say it offhandedly, almost like it’s nothing. and to you, it is. oscar stumbles for just a second, eyebrows furrowing before he can stop it. his smile falters in the blink of an eye. still, he pulls himself together enough to flash you a crooked grin. “must be good, then.” 

you blink at him, almost surprised. oscar can feel the way your gaze lingers on him. your eyes scan his features as if to analyze his expression. you had always been good at that; you saw through the polite exterior and broke down his walls with ease. it was why he fell for you, oscar thinks. why he stayed, even when everything was hard and you were forced to hide away from the public’s prying eyes. 

“hey,” you say, voice softer now. you reach across the table to rest your hand against oscar’s. your touch is warm against his own. gingerly, you trace your fingertips against his palm. your hand dances across a lifetime of callouses and experience, massaging the tendons near his thumb where his hands get sore from repeated practice starts. 

oscar turns to look at you, then. your eyes sparkle in the sunlight. he takes a shaky breath when you intertwine your hands together, letting the air fill his lungs for what feels like the first time that day. “you know you can talk to me, right?” you murmur. “you can tell me anything.” 

“i know.” 

oscar lets his gaze drift, now falling to where your hands are intertwined. “i just… wish we could go out together sometimes, you know?” he swallows, leaving the rest of the sentence unsaid. i wish i could hold you like this in public. 

you stay silent. the quiet stretches, long but not uncomfortable. oscar shakes his head. his hair falls into his eyes. you gingerly reach over, bushing the stray strands away from his face before he gets the chance. 

“i love you.” oscar turns to look at you once again. he offers your hand a gentle squeeze as he pushes his chair to be ever closer to yours. you return the gesture, limiting the distance between you as much as you can. “so much that it scares me sometimes. and sometimes i wonder if one day, you’ll wake up and decide you don’t want to hide anymore.” 

oscar takes a shaky breath. his words are careful, if not a little unsteady. 

“and i get scared that i’ll never be able to stop hiding.” 

“oscar.” you raise your free hand to cup his face, coaxing him to meet your gaze once again. your touch is gentle as you run your thumb against his skin. your fingertips trace against his freckles, taking extra care to linger on the largest ones. “i love you. i wake up every morning and i choose you, because you peel potatoes for me and you make soup when i’m sick and you make me happy.” 

oscar’s breath hitches. you lean in slowly, closing the distance with each passing moment. oscar’s eyes flutter shut just before your lips meet his, sealing your words with a sweet kiss. 

your mouths move in tandem, dancing to a rhythm you had learned through several years of knowing him and loving him through it all. he raises his own free hand to tangle into the fabric of your shirt, unwilling to let you pull away even if for only a second. 

he leans his forehead against your own when you pull away. you stay like that for a few more moments, breathing in the same rhythm, letting the sound of your hearts beating drown out the noise from the outside world. 

your food is cold by the time you finally get around to eating it. you steal a handful of the fries you had gotten for oscar despite having an order of your own. the outside world and it’s noise is still there. the pressure never ceases. there will always be another race, another post, another photo. 

but for now, in the golden light of the setting sun, oscar decides: this is enough. 

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! f1 reqs are open and greatly appreciated <3 thank you for the request! i hope you enjoy :) accidentally added a bunch of allusions to homophobia bc i'm projecting kinda whoops, oscar looks so fine in that one plane pic does he know i'm insane

kimi doesn’t say much. instead, he lets his hand fall to instead rest gingerly against your neck. he shuffles once again, this time letting his lips brush against your jaw. then your cheek. the bridge of your nose. your forehead. 

his touch is feather-light against your skin. kimi paints kisses across your features like you’re his personal canvas. you can’t help the chuckle that escapes you when he dips his head down to press a fleeting kiss against your collarbone. his curls tickle against your exposed skin, forcing you to flinch away from him even in your sleepy state. 

slowly, you blink your eyes open, finally shrugging off the last remains of sleep. kimi is half-laying on top of you, hovering so his face is just above yours. his lips are twisted into a fond smile. stray curls frame his features. he blinks at you slowly, much like a cat would. “morning,” he whispers. 

you let out a hum in return, twisting to stretch out your sore limbs. kimi chuckles as he resettles beside you, letting his hand fall against your cheek. he strokes his thumb against your skin, dancing across faded acne scars and the short hairs that have just begun to poke through. 

“your stubble is growing out,” he murmurs quietly. 

“is it?” he hums. kimi drags his fingers across your skin, almost outlining the areas where the hair has begun to grow. you drag your own hand against your cheek to get a rough estimate of how long it’s gotten in the week-long break between races. “i should shave.” 

kimi shifts, then, moving to sit up beside you. you watch through tired eyes as he finally pushes the blankets aside and slips out of bed. your gaze follows the natural flex of his back when he wanders around until he reaches your side.

“come on,” he says, taking your hand into his own. you follow his lead as he coaxes you up, all but dragging you away from the blankets in the process. “it’s time to get up. i’ll help you.” 

you’re half stifling a yawn when kimi turns on the bathroom light, flooding the small room almost immediately. you grimace, leaning your head against his shoulder as if to seek out more darkness. kimi simply laughs as he busies himself with gathering your razor and some shaving cream. 

you only move when kimi turns, using a hand to tilt your face upwards. you flinch when he gently begins to massage the cream against your skin. it sends shivers racing down your spine, not helped by your bare skin already being exposed. “‘s cold.” 

“i know. but you won’t get razor burn this way,” kimi responds. “now, don’t move.” 

each touch is gentle — almost cautious. kimi glides the razor against your skin with the same precision he drives with. he moves slowly, working in small chunks and being extra cautious around your lips and the curve of your jaw. 

you almost get lost in the feeling. you focus on the man before you, watching him through tired eyes. his eyebrows are furrowed and his lips have pulled into a small frown. it’s a familiar sight, though one you’re only used to seeing when you interrupt sessions on the simulator to bring him dinner or just after he gets out of the car when half of his thoughts are still on the track. it almost sends butterflies throughout your stomach. warmth fills your chest. 

“there,” kimi murmurs as he sets the razor down. he uses a towel to wipe away the last remnants of shaving cream, letting his touch linger on the now-smooth skin in its wake. “all finished.” 

you smile softly, leaning in to press your lips against kimi’s. he startles slightly before returning it. your mouths move in tandem. his hand rests against your chest as yours curl into his hair, cradling the back of his head as you take half a step forward to push his back against the door. 

you’re both flushed by the time you pull away, hearts racing and lips swollen. “thank you,” you murmur. you flash him a teasing grin as your free hand falls to rest against kimi’s hip, fingertips trailing against the hem of his sweatpants. you relish in the way his breath catches in his throat, heat spreading to the tips of his ears and pooling in his stomach. “how can i every repay you?” 

kimi cocks his head to the side as he pulls you even closer, limiting the distance between your bodies once again. “i can think of a few ways,” he mumbles. and before you know it, his lips are back on yours.  

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! f1 reqs are open and always appreciated <3 thank you so much for the req!! i hope you enjoy :) kinda running out of icons to use lmao, i love this idea i think it's so cute, lowkey trans reader but maybe i'm projecting, KIMI ON POLE IN SILVERSTONE!!!!

you chuckle beneath your breath, shaking your head. “no, that’s because of lotion.” kimi leans his back against the wall behind you, watching as you turn the water back on to wash it off. it’s a less than graceful process but his gaze never strays from your figure for too long. 

he passes you a towel like it’s second nature when you turn the sink off. “the cleanser helps with my acne,” you explain as you pat it against your skin. “it’s supposed to help with redness, too. i’m not sure it does much, though. my skin is still pretty bad.” 

kimi furrows his brows. he takes a half-step closer and uses his fingertips to lift your chin ever so slightly. you blink at him, almost surprised. “what do you mean? your skin is fine.” 

“it’s not,” you give a half-hearted chuckle, shaking your head slightly. kimi’s frown grows. the corners of his lips quirk downwards, almost into a pout. he runs his fingertips against your jawline, catching a few remaining droplets of water against his skin. “but i’m working on it. there’s supposed to be a good dermatologist near here. i was gonna make an appointment-” 

kimi cuts you off with the soft call of your name. gingerly, he raises his hands to cup your face in his hold. his gaze is soft but steady when it meets your own. beneath the glow of your flickering bathroom light his eyes are the shade of caramel. 

“you’re perfect,” kimi says. he cradles you gently, almost the way you would a precious artifact or a fragile art piece. his touch is soft, like you’re someone deserving of protection. like he doesn’t want to push too far. “i don’t care if you have perfect skin or not. i love you. and no amount of acne or breakouts will ever change that.” 

your heart catches in your throat. your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you blink, trying to will away the unshed tears that fill your eyes. kimi notices immediately — of course he does. gingerly, he runs a thumb against your bottom lash line, wiping away the few stray tears that do threaten to roll down your cheeks. 

“sorry,” you murmur. “i shouldn’t be crying. it’s stupid.” 

“it’s not.” kimi’s voice is soft. slowly, he coaxes you closer, pulling you into his chest until you’re leaning against him. your arms wrap around his waist. your eyes flutter shut as you let the feeling of his body heat surround you. it’s comforting, in a way. even more so when he slips his hand beneath the hem of your shirt to gently trace against your back. “it’s just how you feel.” 

“you know it’ll never go away, right?” you mumble, the words half-muffled by his shirt. “i’ll have the scars forever.” 

“i know.” 

silence falls over your apartment. you allow yourself to drift in the quiet. kimi holds you steady even when a deep sigh escapes you. it rattles your lungs and exposes how unsteady you feel on your feet. his fingertips never cease in their actions. instead, he traces words you can’t quite make out against your side. the sound of kimi’s heartbeat drums against your ears, only rivaled by the steady hum of rain tapping against your windows. it’s not perfect, but it’s enough. 

“you’re perfect,” kimi whispers. “please don’t ever forget that.” 

and for once, you believe him. 

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! f1 reqs are open and always appreciated <3 everyone get into cantopop now!!! pinky promise i'm working on reqs too ty all for sending me your ideas, this is very self indulgent, and FUCK everybody who comments on kimi's acne booooo tomato tomato tomato

you blink at him, surprised. the word falls from kimi’s lips like nothing. it’s almost careless, as if he’s admitting the most natural thing in the world. 

then, before you can stop it, a laugh bubbles out of your chest. kimi’s own grin only grows. he pushes his beach chair closer to you. the plastic scratches against the concrete in protest but neither of you mind. he settles when the curved plastic arms of the chairs touch, perfectly aligned and limiting the space between you to an almost negligible amount. 

“i’m serious!” kimi says. your laughter dies down into a soft chuckle before it stops completely. still, your lips curl into a small grin of your own. kimi reaches over, brushing his hand against your cheek. his skin is soft and sunkissed. he smells vaguely of sunscreen and cheap hotel lotion you had stolen from your room. still, you lean into his touch all the same.

your lips part almost on instinct when kimi lowers his thumb to brush against your bottom lip. his gaze leaves your own for a second, now focused on your mouth. your breath hitches when he gingerly coaxes you to open your mouth, gliding his fingers against your skin. 

“what are you doing?” you murmur. it feels awkward; to talk with kimi’s fingers dancing against your lips. instead of pulling away like you’re expecting, he leans in ever so closer. 

“you have fangs.”

that earns a quiet scoff of laughter. your eyebrows furrow slightly in confusion as kimi’s hand wanders down to now cup your jaw. his hand settles against the side of your neck, touch firm enough to be felt but gentle enough not to hurt. “what?”

“your teeth. they’re sharp, like mine.” kimi uses his free hand to pull back his own lip, momentarily exposing the pointed tips of his own canine molars. “you can see it when you smile.” 

you hum. “my dentist said i should shave them down. my teeth are uneven, i guess.”

this time it’s kimi who furrows his brows. for the first time that day he frowns ever so softly. he reaches out to take your hand into his own, tracing his fingertips against your knuckles. you intertwine your fingers together in response, content to feel the warmth of kimi’s skin resting against your own. 

“don’t. i like your smile the way it is.” 

it’s a small admission. something simple; it’s little more than an offhand remark. but it makes you flush all the same. butterflies swarm throughout your stomach. you shuffle closer to the edge of your chair until your body presses against the edge of the chair’s arm. kimi follows your lead, moving closer himself to allow you to lean your head against his shoulder, tucking your face into the crook of his neck. 

“i like your smile, too,” you mumble. 

kimi doesn’t say much, but he doesn’t need to. he leans in, brushing his lips against the crown of your head. his touch is feather-light, so swift you almost don’t realize it’s there. you smile against his bare skin, pressing a fleeting kiss against his shoulder in return. a content sigh escapes his lips as the sun dips fully beneath the horizon, set to the tune of your racing heartbeats. 

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! f1 reqs are open and always appreciated <3 thank you for the req!! i think i struggled a little but i hope you enjoy :) as a fellow fangs-haver this was so fun to write, also takes some inspo from emily skaja's poem it's impossible to keep white moths

slowly, he slips out of bed. the tile flooring is cold beneath his bare feet. you barely stir. joão tugs the blankets up ever so slightly until they cover your shoulders. 

he wanders down the hall, pacing almost aimlessly through the kitchen to grab some water before he finally settles onto your couch. joão folds over, resting his elbows against his knees. his fingertips press against his temples, willing his budding headache to disappear. willing his mind to stop racing for just a second. 

joão sits there for so long chills run down his spine. goosebumps arise against his bare biceps. his back aches and his feet go numb. he simply closes his eyes, squeezing them shut as tight as he can. 

“joão?” he startles at the sound of your quiet voice cutting through the silence. it breaks him from his trance, forcing him back to reality. 

light from your phone filters through the hallway. your feet drag along the floor slightly, stumbling the way you only do when you drag yourself out of bed too early for work in the mornings. he squints at your figure in the darkness. you’re wearing one of his t-shirts — he can tell by how it drapes across your frame. your phone is angled at the floor, using its low light to illuminate the pathway ahead. it’s a photo of the two of you: joão’s arm draped across your waist as you leaned against his chest, both of you basking in the miami sunshine during a rare day off. 

joão reaches out to grab your wrist, gingerly guiding you around the coffee table until you drop on the cushions beside him with a low huff. he chuckles softly to himself. you let your eyes close once again, eagerly leaning your head against his shoulder. he welcomes you eagerly, pulling you in until your head is pressed against his chest, just over his heartbeat.

“what are you doing out of bed?” he whispers. 

“woke up ‘n you were gone,” you mumble back. the words slur together at the ends, syllables mashing into each other. joão’s smile falters ever so slightly. he brushes a hand against your back in apology, curling around your side. you nuzzle yourself even closer to him in return. “i was worried. you have training early tomorrow.” 

joão smiles softly, if not a little sad. you had his schedule memorized almost better than your own. games were saved onto a shared calendar, practice regimes were followed almost religiously, you even had alarms set so you could watch the matches no matter the time. it was just like you to be so selfless. 

“sorry,” joão finally says. he had interrupted your sleep, after all. “i couldn’t sleep.”

you shift at that. you push your head up slightly, blinking at him in the darkness. joão isn’t sure if you can make him out or not but he holds your gaze all the same. “do you wanna talk about it?” 

joão lets a deep sigh escape him. his eyes flutter shut for a few seconds as he leans his head against the back of the couch. his shoulders are stiff, carrying the weight of his team — his country. his head was starting to hurt from how fast his thoughts were racing. 

finally, he shakes his head softly. “no,” he says. “not really.” 

“okay,” you nod. your eyes must have adjusted, joão thinks. you raise a hand to gingerly cup his face, brushing your thumb against his cheek. your fingertips trace against the edge of his cheekbone, trailing along the features you loved so dearly. joão lets his eyes flutter shut. he leans against your hand, letting the warmth settle over him. “we don’t have to talk. but will you come back to bed, at least?” 

it shouldn’t feel as daunting as it does, but the prospect of reliving his failures in his dreams makes joão tense slightly. you notice immediately. you reach over to take his hand into your own. he takes a deep breath when your fingers trace over his knuckles. your movements settle after a moment, giving him space to feel the warmth of your skin against his own. 

joão nods. he interlaces your fingers together, offering your hand a gentle squeeze. this time, he’s the one who uses your phone to guide you away from the couch and down the hallway to your bedroom. 

you settle into bed almost immediately with joão following quickly. he plugs your phone into its charger and sets it on your bedside table before crawling in beside you. you make quick work of intertwining your bodies together. your legs tangle beneath the sheets. joão’s hand slips beneath the hem of your stolen t-shirt to trace miscellaneous shapes against your bare skin. 

the weight is still there. pressure still claws at him from all sides. their expectations don’t disappear. 

but you shuffle closer to him across the mattress, closing the distance between your bodies. you wrap him into your hold like it’s second nature. like he belongs. you rake your fingers through his hair when joão hides his face into the crook of your neck. you lean in, pressing a feather-light kiss against his forehead as he settles, finally relaxed enough to drift off into a peaceful sleep. 

and for once, the noise in joão’s head quiets. 

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! disclaimer that i know next to nothing about football but i've been keeping up with the world cup (and joão) so here we are, inspired by an interview i saw where he talked about not being able to sleep well, lmk if you guys want to see more of him or if i should stick to f1

the roar of the crowd rings in your ears. your hands are shaking slightly, still overcome by the adrenaline of the race. tears sting at the corners of your eyes. they roll down your cheeks before you get the chance to blink them away. 

lewis’s hands are gentle when they brush against your skin. he cradles your face gingerly between his fingers. you can’t help but chuckle when his thumb swipes against your cheek, wiping away the tears just below your eyes. you reach up, wrapping your own hand around his wrist. his skin is warm against your own. the feeling is grounding amidst the chaos surrounding you. 

“don’t cry,” lewis says through a chuckle. his smile mirrors your own but you don’t miss the tears stinging the corners of his own eyes. 

you shake your head, letting out a quiet laugh of your own. you take a half step closer through the crowd, slowly closing the distance between your bodies. lewis meets you halfway. he pulls you close enough that you can wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, burying your head into the crook of his neck. his own hand comes to rest against the back of your head, careful not to tangle with your hair. 

“i’m so proud of you,” you murmur. your breath ghosts against his bare skin, making him shiver. he chuckles softly, pulling you even closer until your chests are pressed together. you catch a glimpse of the broadcast cameraman nearby, circling like a shark. 

lewis seems to notice as well. he coaxes you to pull away just enough to meet his gaze. his eyes shine the color of caramel in the sunlight. they glint at the corners with fresh tears. his race suit is sticky from champagne. still, you cling to him even tighter, unwilling to let go. 

lewis whispers your name like a prayer. like something sacred. his hand finds your face once again, now resting against the curve of your jaw. “i love you,” he begins. his voice wavers slightly but his gaze is steady when he looks into your eyes. “more than anything else in the world. i couldn’t have done this without you.” 

“lewis…” your voice shakes. you thread your fingers into the fabric of his race suit, gripping onto it as if it will steady your shaky knees. you just barely catch the way lewis’s gaze falls to your lips for a few seconds. he brushes his thumb against your bottom lip to silently ask for permission. you anxiously tighten your grip. “everyone’s watching.” 

“let them,” he says. lewis leans in even closer. your breath hitches when his nose brushes against your own. your eyes flutter shut almost on instinct. the noise of the crowd disappears, replaced by the sound of your own racing heart hammering violently against your chest. “let them see how much i love you.” 

your hands are shaking even more, now. you focus your attention on lewis’s hands holding you steady, still resting against your face. on the warmth of his skin against your flushed cheeks. on the way you both breathe in tandem. for now, the crowd is forgotten. 

electricity courses through you when lewis’s lips finally meet your own. he tastes like the mint gum you had shared before the race began. your mouths dance in a familiar rhythm — one previously hidden safely in hotel rooms and stolen in the back of ferrari hospitality. the rest of the world disappears, forgotten in the overwhelming emotion of the moment. 

you’re breathless when you finally pull away. lewis is smiling brightly when you meet his gaze. someone pats your shoulder from somewhere behind you. the mechanics swarm around you once again, excitedly shaking your shoulders and patting your back. lewis leans in to steal one more chaste kiss before he finally pulls away, wandering off to do his post-race interviews. 

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! f1 reqs are open and greatly appreciated <3 in celebration of his ferrari win and bc i haven't written a lewis fic in forever, written with male reader in mind (happy pride) bc i love the idea of coming out publicly after a big win, not super happy with the beginning but i think the end is cute

leon lets his eyes flutter shut, content to feel the warmth for a little while longer. the nerves in his hands must be shot, he thinks. or maybe it’s something in his head. this wasn’t a new behavior, but it was something he had done his best to ignore. he had wasted a few years stuffing it down with alcohol. more recently, it had been boxing. 

leon sighs. it’s almost soothing in a way. like the feeling of first dipping into a warm bath after a long day. 

he leans his weight against the countertop until his hips press into the rounded edges of the marble. there’s an old ache in his knee that only ever returns when it’s about to rain. you had teased him about it once — he was “better than the news.” leon laughed. your fingers massaged the muscle until he could support his weight without complaint. 

the mug cools as time passes. the tea no longer steams. leon raises the cup with shaky hands and takes a slow sip. it’s soothing when it hits his throat. the sweetness lingers in his mouth. he lets his eyes flutter shut for just a moment, relaxing his trembling hands once again. 

quiet never lasts long. not around leon, anyways. he doesn’t move when the floorboards creak nearby. your footsteps are gentle, but not silent. you knew how to sneak around without being heard. this was a choice; it’s a decision to make yourself known. something in his chest warms. 

you make your way to leon’s side, leaning against the countertop beside him. you don’t touch him. not yet. but you stay close enough that he can hear the rustle of your clothes and your own hands pressing against the countertop’s surface. 

“couldn’t sleep?” you ask, voice quiet. 

leon blinks. his eyes flutter open, staring down at the mug once again. he focuses on the still water inside. he focuses on maintaining the steady rhythm of his breathing. “no,” he finally murmurs. “just… thinking.”

you nod, though leon doesn’t see it. instead, you shuffle slightly closer, letting your knuckles brush against his own. he lets out a breath that comes out shakier than expected. still, his shoulders relax ever so slightly when he does. you don’t push further. you just wait. 

leon wraps his right hand around the mug once again, downing the rest of the tea before it goes cold. the ceramic clatters against the countertop when he sets it down. leon cringes, sending a mental apology to your neighbors about the noise. 

“it’s supposed to storm in the morning,” you say, almost offhandedly. “might be able to skip your run.” 

leon lets an amused huff escape him. it’s easy to read between the lines. skip the run, sleep in instead. he nods, shifting to look at you. you’re tired. he can see it even in the darkness: you blink at him sleepily, half-leaning against the countertop as if you’ll collapse without its support. the idea of you dragging yourself out of bed at an ungodly hour of night just to stand beside him in your kitchen makes leon’s cheeks warm. it almost flusters him. 

he moves, gingerly taking your hand into his own. his hands are calloused and hardened from years of weapons training. still, you hold him like he’s something fragile. like someone that deserves to be protected. he offers you a reassuring squeeze and a soft smile. “yeah, maybe i will.” 

you shuffle closer, leaning against leon’s chest, now. he accepts you with open arms. he shifts to rest his right hand against your waist, pulling you in until you’re tucked into his hold. you let out a soft sigh. there’s solace in his warmth. leon’s lips brush against your cheek when he leans in, pressing a chaste kiss against the skin. 

for a few moments, the world stops. leon holds you impossibly close. his hand slips beneath the hem of your t-shirt to trace miscellaneous shapes against your bare skin. your eyes flutter shut as you lean into his hold. you feel the steady rhythm of his chest rising and falling. he lets out another deep sigh, willing the monsters in the darkness to stay hidden for just a little while longer. 

you stay there for so long that you nearly fall back asleep against leon’s chest. rain begins to patter against your windows, interrupting the otherwise peaceful night. leon is almost grateful for the drizzle. maybe he will skip his morning run. 

“still thinking?” you mumble, finally breaking the quiet. 

leon can’t help but smile softly. his hand raises from your waist to instead cup your cheek, gingerly tracing against your skin. you lean into his touch, still half-asleep. “not anymore,” he murmurs. “come on. let’s go back to bed.” 

you nod, eager to follow his lead. leon’s hand falls away from your own to instead rest against the small of your back as you retrace the steps back to your bedroom. the sheets are almost cool when he finally settles back onto his side of the bed. you’re quick to follow, tugging the blankets up to tuck them around him. leon chuckles but doesn’t protest. instead, he waits until you finally curl into his side, resting your head against his chest. 

you drape one hand over leon’s waist until it curls naturally against his side. your ear is pressed just over his heart. leon hopes you can’t feel how quickly it beats when you’re pressed against him. 

leon waits until your breath evens out and sleep overtakes you once again. your chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. his hand snakes beneath your shirt once again, desperate to feel the warmth of your skin against his own. 

“thank you,” he murmurs into the darkness. it’s only response is the continued patter of rain as leon finally slips back into sleep. 

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! does writing for re9 leon technically make it old man yaoi, returning to my roots briefly because i've had this idea sitting in my google doc for far too long, and the re fandom is always so kind to me ily guys

━━ boyfriend!kimi who introduces you to his family — properly — a few days later. you anxiously fold and refold your hands in your lap as you sit at the table across from his mother and father. she offers you a small smile, just enough to ease your still-racing heartbeat. “you make him happy,” she says. “that’s all that matters.”

━━ boyfriend!kimi who invites you to join him at a race. the people swarming the paddock make the monza circuit feel even hotter in the summer heat. kimi slips his hand into your own, flashing you a sheepish smile as he leads the way through the mercedes garage. you settle into the corner, flanked by his sister. the headphones feel too big when you place them on your head but it doesn’t bother you much when kimi raises a hand. gingerly, his fingertips brush a stray strand of hair away from your eyes. “thank you for coming,” he says. “it means a lot.”

━━ boyfriend!kimi who runs to you when the race finishes, wrapping you into a hug to tight you almost forget how to breathe. he buries his face into the crook of your shoulder still sticky with sweat and champagne but you can’t find it within yourself to care. “that was amazing, kimi!” you smile brightly, pulling back just enough to hold his face in your hands. your fingers trace over the small indents his balaclava left on his cheeks. his flushed skin is warm beneath your fingertips. “i couldn’t have done it without you.”

━━ boyfriend!kimi who doesn’t confess to you. instead, he settles into a routine with you. everyday, regardless of timezones and his relentless schedule and the mundaneness of your own life, kimi calls you. the city is dark behind him but his smile illuminates the room. “hi amore,” he says with a little wave. “we just landed. it’s really beautiful here. i think you’d like it.” kimi pauses, just for a second. his gaze lingers on yours through your shared screens. the distance makes your heart ache and your head spin. “i miss you.”

━━ boyfriend!kimi who kisses you for the first time in an airport. “kimi!” you smile brightly, waving him over to where you’re standing. you can’t help but smile as you watch a million expressions flicker across his face. first shock, then, pure, unadulterated joy. kimi all but throws his bags to the ground as he runs towards you. a few people glare in your direction and a few more record the interaction on their phones, but nothing else matters when his lips finally meet your own.

━━ boyfriend!kimi who falls asleep on your chest that night. he wraps his arms around your waist and his legs tangle with yours beneath your bedsheets. his curls tickle against the exposed skin of your neck and your jaw. you can feel the slow, rhythmic feeling of his chest rising and falling with each breath he takes. slowly, you lean down, pressing your lips against the crown of his head. “goodnight, kimi.”

━━ boyfriend!kimi who refuses to leave your side. his hands never stray far from you. it’s almost as natural as breathing — kimi’s hand slips into your own when you go out for walks along the monaco pier at sunset, it ghosts against your lower back as he leads you through the garage, it even comes to rest against your knee when you sit beside him at dinner, sharing laughs and exchanging stories with his family.

━━ boyfriend!kimi who can’t lie to save his life. he sits beside george, each holding a microphone in hand as they run through the same press questions and answers they seem to say every race weekend. no, he’s not worried about the championship. yes, they’re focused on winning as many races as they can. that’s why it’s so surprising when an interviewer asks: “kimi, is there anyone special in your life? we’ve seen some… interesting news on social media.” george laughs too loudly beside him. kimi’s face flushes, giving his best pr-approved answer that dodges any details he doesn’t want to give. unfortunately for kimi, george doesn’t seem content on letting it go. “don’t worry,” george chuckles, reaching over to pat his shoulder. “everyone’s happy to see you so in love.” “mate!”

━━ boyfriend!kimi who finally says the words when he sees you that night. his hands gingerly cup your face. his thumb strokes against your cheekbone full of care. you lean into his hand, smiling softly at him. “i love you,” he says, quiet but sincere. you can feel your heartbeat racing in your chest. a flush spreads across kimi’s cheeks, tinting his tanned skin a soft shade of pink. “i know i don’t say it enough. but i hope you know that i do.” you reach up, gingerly taking his hand into your own. “i love you, too, kimi.” forever.

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kimi lets out another groan at that, this time muffled by the pillows he’s still laying on. your hand falls away from his back when he shifts, slightly, rolling onto his side just enough to dramatically push himself towards the side of the bed. “come here,” kimi says, patting the now-open space beside him. “i’m not that mean.” 

“sure.” 

kimi glares at you but it lacks any heat. instead, he reaches over, grabbing the tv remote sitting on the bedside table. you take the opportunity to shuffle into the space beside him, finally stretching your legs out across the firm mattress. 

everything smells vaguely of bleach and dove soap in hotel rooms. the pillows are awkwardly lumpy, as if they’ve been folded and refolded from the hundreds of guests who have used them over the years. the duvet is scratchy against your skin and the mattress feels more like a wooden block than a bed beneath your back. still, it was better than the seat you had been restricted to for the past several hours. 

beside you, kimi flicks through the various channels that come with what you’re sure is a cheap cable subscription. you mostly tune out the noise, content to just lay down and relax for a few minutes. 

the dim lighting leaves most of the room crawling with shadows. kimi settles on some cooking show that’s too bright in the darkness. the hosts take turns offering feedback and criticism on the dishes, but you let it flow in and out of your head without much thought. he’s tired — you can tell by the stiffness in his shoulders and the dark circles that linger just beneath his eyes. no matter how bright he smiles and how much he laughs, you can always tell when travelling has run him particularly ragged. still, you’re grateful he stays happy through it all. 

you tuck your hand beneath the pillow, propping yourself fully onto your side. the hosts have moved onto a new challenge. you can tell by the dramatic music stings and the flashy, dramatic cuts that briefly illuminate the room. the weight of the day settles on your shoulders in the form of a small ache in your temples and a soreness at the back of your throat. it feels like a weight has been placed on your chest, holding you down no matter how hard you try to move it. 

you nearly startle when kimi turns to face you. deep brown eyes meet your own. they almost shine in the darkness. his eyebrows furrow slightly. “are you alright?” he asks, voice low. “you look… tired.” 

“‘m fine,” you shrug. “jet lag, maybe.” 

kimi makes a noncommittal hum like he doesn’t quite believe you. still, he’s gracious enough to drop the issue. at least for now. instead, he throws his legs off the side of the bed as he goes to stand up. “come on. we should get some sleep.” 

despite your body’s protests, you follow. you move almost in a daze, grabbing your toothbrush and some toothpaste from your bag before wandering to meet kimi in the bathroom. he makes some space beside you at the sink. the space is cramped despite your best efforts, leaving you standing shoulder-to-shoulder and fighting for access to the water. 

kimi’s shoulder knocks into yours at some point. you swat at him in return. “hey!” he rubs a hand against the toothpaste on his lips before flicking some water at you. you squirm, failing to duck away from the attack. 

“this is my team kit, you know! i need this!” 

“stop pushing me, then!” kimi retorts through giggles of his own. 

it’s domestic, in a way.

time has drifted into the early hours of the morning by the time you finally settle into bed. kimi is the first to slip beneath the sheets before playing patting the space beside him. “come here,” he says, his voice quiet. almost sincere. 

you obey without complaint, tucking yourself beneath the sheets with an almost surgical precision. you’re careful to curl your knees so you don’t touch kimi’s body with your own. he drapes the blankets over your shoulder once you settle, tucking you in almost like you would swaddle a baby. 

for a moment, the room finally falls silent. the air conditioning unit hums from somewhere in the corner. kimi had turned the temperature down at some point, cranking it to an almost sub-zero degree. you’ll wake up sweating otherwise, he had claimed. trust me. a pair of footsteps wander through the hallway. you curl yourself even further into the blankets, blinking at kimi in the darkness. 

“i’m glad you’re here, you know,” he finally murmurs. the weight of his words hangs heavy in the air. you study him in the darkness, searching for a hint of amusement or playfulness you know isn’t there. 

when you remain silent, kimi continues. his hand searches for yours across the sheets, hesitantly wrapping around your own. he runs his thumb against your knuckles, feeling the natural ebbs and flows of your bones. something about it makes your heart catch in your throat. maybe it’s the tenderness of the gesture. or maybe it’s the way his gaze has refused to leave your own. “i’m not sure i could do this without you.” 

for a moment, neither of you moves. you don’t speak. it feels like nothing in the world can convey how you feel. 

hesitantly, you shuffle across the sheets. your grip tightens on kimi’s hand when you offer a gentle squeeze. he meets you halfway until your bodies are so close you’re almost sure he can hear your racing heartbeat from within your chest. “you’ll always have me, kimi. i’ll stay as long as you want.” 

his lips part for a moment. kimi leans in, closing the distance even more. his nose brushes yours just enough to let you know he’s there. like he’s giving you the space to pull away if you want. he doesn’t move. you don’t either. 

“even forever?” he whispers. the words are swallowed by the night. you place a hand on his chest just over his heartbeat. his bare skin is warm against your own. goosebumps arise along his spine. kimi’s breath hitches at the feeling for a moment. 

“even forever,” you repeat. 

you don’t pull away when his free hand raises to rest against your cheek. his thumb traces along the skin just beneath your cheekbone. you allow your eyes to flutter shut, leaning into his touch. and when his lips finally meet your own, you don’t pull away then, either. 

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! f1 reqs are open and greatly appreciated <3 thank you for the req! even tho this is from months ago IM SORRY my take on the only one bed trope kinda, wrote this on saturday kimi and oscar will be 1-2 in barcelona trust guys

you adjust slightly, shifting the guitar so its neck is comfortably out of range from oscar’s body. you feel his breath ghost against your skin when a deep sigh escapes him. his eyes flutter shut before he turns to hide his face into the crook of your neck. “is everything alright?” 

“fine,” oscar hums. his voice is little more than a whisper, muffled by the fabric of your shirt. then, a little louder, “tired.” 

the admission makes your heart ache. the weeks and months spent greeting oscar through facetime calls and stolen texts were hard, but it was even harder to know that his dreams took so much from him every time he left. you let his admission hang heavy in the air, not quite sure what to say. or if you should say anything at all. your apartment falls silent without the gentle strum of music. only the quiet sound of oscar’s steady breathing fills the room. 

you’re about to set the guitar down entirely when oscar subtly shifts beside you. he blinks up at you slowly, as if he’s struggling to keep himself awake. “keep playing,” he murmurs. “please.” 

you smile softly. “okay,” you nod. oscar offers a small grin of his own before settling back into his position leaning against your side. his eyes flutter shut as your fingers begin to dance along the frets once again. 

time passes like molasses. outside, the sun dips below the horizon, stealing the light from the world in the process. cars come and go; their engines roar through monaco’s smaller streets. waves ebb and flow onto the shore somewhere near the harbor. crickets begin to sing loudly outside of your windows. their chirps cut through the quiet, unrivalled in volume. 

still, you continue to play. your hands dance across the frets, strumming almost mindlessly. you let your mind drift with the noise. you play old pieces taught to you by gentle hands years ago. fragments of your favorite songs. the chorus of an edm song oscar had played for you once. the bass was so loud it had rattled the vents in your car. you had sworn it was horrible, then, but you both wore matching smiles for the entire drive. 

shortly after the sun sets, oscar falls asleep by your side. his breaths are steady and even but deep. he twitches, once, and it takes all of your willpower not to break out into laughter. instead, you twist slowly — carefully — and set your guitar on the ground. oscar remains asleep when you gently coax his head to lean against your chest instead, maneuvering both of your bodies until you’re tangled into each other and laying across your couch. 

you lean in, pressing a chaste kiss against the crown of oscar’s forehead. his arm naturally drapes across your waist, the other curled tightly between your chests. he lets out a soft sigh in his sleep, almost content. 

the man laying in your arms isn’t mclaren golden boy oscar piastri he isn’t oscar piastri: former championship leader. he isn’t oscar piastri: formula one driver. 

and for once, he doesn’t have to be. 

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! f1 reqs are open and greatly appreciated <3 ik it's been like a week SORRYYYY, i started my internship this week guys i'm so official, he has never not once looked bad in this monster energy hat, in other news i am a football fan?? (watching the world cup)

you twist in his hold just enough to turn to face him. his hands press against your hips, almost threatening to slip beneath the hem of your shirt. it’s one of his t-shirts you had stolen years ago and he had never bothered to ask you to return. his fingertips trail against your bare skin. goosebumps arise in his wake. “morning, cha.” 

charles hums. “did you sleep well?” 

“always, with you.” you raise a hand to rest against his face, gently stroking your thumb against his cheek. his stubble feels scratchy against your hand. charles’s hand comes up to wrap gingerly around your own. he gingerly wraps it around your wrist, stroking against your pulse point. “your stubble is getting long.” 

“i know,” charles lets out a small, sheepish laugh. he shakes his head slightly as he raises a hand to brush against it himself. your hands fall to rest against his shoulders before eventually falling to wrap around his neck. your eyes flutter shut when you lean in to press a small kiss against his cheek, just above where the hair naturally ends. 

charles’s grin has grown when you pull away. there’s a mischievous glint in his gaze and a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. you squint at him suspiciously. “what?” 

his smirk only grows. in lieu of a verbal response, charles takes a step closer. his hands fall from your hips to the back of your thighs. a gasp escapes you before you can stop it when his fingertips press against your legs before he’s lifting you into the air and onto the cool tile countertops. 

“charles!” 

“mon amour,” he teases in response. your shared laughter fills the space when he takes a step closer, finding the space between your legs. his hands trail along your thighs, tracing along your skin. 

he reaches around you, opening the medicine cabinet beside you to pull out a shaving razor and some cream. you tentatively balance on the countertop, watching as he fills the sink beside you with a small amount of water. “what are you doing?” 

“asking for a favor.” charles hands you the razor, cocking his head to the side with a lopsided grin. “help me out, please?” 

you stifle a chuckle but take it nonetheless, setting it on the counter beside you. you squirt a small amount of cream into your hand before gently beginning to smooth it over the lower half of charles’s face. he flinches slightly at the cool feeling before relaxing. 

“don’t move.” your fingertips press into the underside of charles’s jaw to gently coax him to look upwards. he follows your lead, leaning to turn to the side just enough to expose the areas where coarse hair still pokes through the shaving cream. 

carefully, you run your razor along charles’s skin. his eyes flutter shut as you carefully glide the blades along the natural curve of his cheeks, then along his jaw, and finally onto his neck. “is this okay?” you murmur. 

his eyes blink open, then, peridot green and decorated with flakes of caramel brown. he pulls away just enough to wipe a spare towel against the remaining cream. “it’s perfect,” charles responds. his fingertips trail against the now-smooth patches of skin as he looks himself over in the mirror. 

charles leans in, capturing your lips with his in a sweet kiss. he tastes like the mint toothpaste he had just rinsed out of his mouth and smells like the shaving cream still sitting on the counter beside you. his hands roam to rest against your hips, pushing the hem of your shirt up even more. 

“thank you,” he whispers against your lips. “i love you.” 

“i love you, too.” you smile softly before wrapping your arms around charles’s neck and pulling him back in. 

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! f1 reqs are open and greatly appreciated <3 this idea came to me in a dream and then i woke up to clean shaven charles (yay!) resigning at ferrari (??) i am a prophet, hoping for success in monaco

he glances away from your gaze to instead linger on your motorcycle. it’s admittedly very sleek in design — a black body decorated with a few streaks of red. he had teased you about getting the next one in teal. “to match mercedes colors,” kimi said. “i have a brand to maintain.” 

“sure,” you had laughed. “maybe i’ll put a big 12 sticker on the front, too. really make sure i get the point across.” 

“everything looks good on me,” kimi finally says. he shrugs like he means it as he lifts his head to meet your gaze once again. “took you long enough to notice.” 

you roll your eyes but it lacks any heat. kimi smiles softly in response. it’s hard not to when he’s looking at you. it’s his one major fault, kimi thinks. he’s always looking at you: in crowded rooms, in the quiet lull in conversation at family dinners, even on the paddock when you wander off to gossip with the social media admins or other drivers. 

“come here, then,” you say, gesturing to your motorcycle. your voice breaks kimi out of his own head as he stumbles to follow after you. “remember: lean with me. don’t try to fight the turns. try not to move too much behind me, it gets distracting sometimes. hold on as tighter in higher speeds. it helps with balance. and if it gets too much for you, hit my thigh three times and i’ll find somewhere safe to pull over.” 

“don’t cause a crash. got it.” 

you stifle another laugh. “yeah, pretty much.” 

kimi pauses, watching as you finally reach to put your own helmet on. the movement is much smoother than his own had been. it feels practiced — like something you had done a million times. and you had. riding came as easy to you as riding did him. it was something that drew the two of you so close together in the first place. 

with one final glance at kimi, you reach up to push the tinted visor over his eyes. he flinches in surprise for a second before smiling softly to himself. the world looks more orange through the filter. still, he can just barely make out the way your eyes crinkle at the corners with a small smile of your own. 

you slide your right leg over the side, officially mounting the bike. kimi follows after you. he hesitantly rests his gloved hands against your waist. he grips tightly onto the thick padding of your jacket, leaning his helmet over your shoulder for just long enough to slide his shoes over the footrests at the back of the motorcycle. 

in one smooth movement, you reach down to switch the motorcycle on. the engine roars to life beneath you. kimi’s grip unintentionally tightens around your sides. he jumps ever so slightly, still not quite used to the rumble of the vehicle against his inner thighs. you glance backwards just enough to meet his gaze, flashing him a thumbs up. ready? 

kimi nods before giving you a thumbs up in return as well. ready. 

you start slow. the motorcycle moves slowly as you maneuver through the city streets. landscapes blur in your peripheral vision. slowly, the buildings disappear, replaced by the countryside as you retrace a familiar route onto an empty highway. 

kimi gasps as he wraps his arms tighter around your waist, leaning in even closer until his chest is pressed against your back. the wind rushes past you both violently. he’s almost sure he can feel it slipping beneath the helmet and whispering against his cheeks.  

he laughs against your ear, clinging as tightly to you as your gear will allow. you steal a glance at him from over your shoulder. kimi’s hands have settled at your hips, now, holding you steady as much as he’s holding onto your motorcycle. below him, the bike hums when you switch the gear once again.

the speed is exhilarating. it’s like the air has been stolen from kimi’s lungs. he leans his helmet against your shoulder as he turns, watching the countryside pass by. the trees and grass look so much more real without the barrier of a car door in the way. they’re so close it feels like he can reach over and touch them. 

you ride for hours; you ride until the sun begins to dip below the horizon and the engine begins to whine at you from a lack of gas. kimi’s hands never slip from their position wrapped tightly around you. it feels right, he thinks: his chest pressed against your back, head resting on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist. 

the rest of the world fades away. the heat of the sun on kimi’s back keeps him grounded. the rumble of the machine against his thighs and the curve of your body against his own blocks out the pressure that had dragged him down far too much. he had to admit you were right. this was a nice way to escape for a little while. 

kimi follows your body line when you finally slip onto an exit, shifting into a lower gear as you slow the bike. golden light filters across the evening. he doesn’t let go of you. not until you pull into some run-down gas station on the side of the highway, leaning to the side to switch the motorcycle off and lean it on its kickstand. 

he leans back slightly, giving you enough space to slide off of the back before he follows. his legs feel a little sore the way they do after a rough workout or that time he did a practice session without stretching first — a good ache, but an ache nonetheless. you slip your hand beneath your helmet and tug it off, exposing your face for the first time in hours. 

“good?” 

kimi laughs. he nods, raising his hands to take his own helmet off. “really good!” he’s almost bouncing with energy. “that was incredible!” 

your smile mirrors his own. you fall into an almost mundane routine. kimi circles around your motorcycle like a shark as you remove the gas pump from the machine and insert it into the tank. 

“i told you it would be fun.” 

kimi pauses, then. there’s an almost fond glint in his eyes as he pauses as if to take in a majestic view. your hair is slightly disheveled from where your helmet had ruffled it in the process of taking it on and removing it. the sun dips further below the horizon, slowly stealing the warmth from the sky as it does so. the gas station is admittedly run down. graffiti lines the outside walls and the only patrons seem to be the employees themselves. but it looks perfect all the same. 

“hey,” you say, taking a tentative step closer. you’ve replaced the gas pump, shoving it back into its place at the machine and rescrewing the gas cap in your motorcycle. your eyebrows furrow slightly as your gaze scans over kimi. his face flushes. heat rushes to the apples of his cheeks and tints the tips of his ears so deeply he can feel them burning beneath his skin. “you alright?” 

“yeah,” kimi breathes. for once, he doesn’t force himself to look away. he doesn’t step back or hide his face or make a snarky joke that wasn’t that funny until you laugh at it with your entire chest. instead he lets the moment linger. “more than alright.” 

you offer a small smile in response. for a second your gaze falls to your feet and kimi thinks you might take a step away from him again. 

but you don’t. 

instead, you close the distance even more. “you know…” you begin, voice quiet. your eyes flicker back to meet kimi’s once again, now carrying a vulnerability that makes his breath catch in his throat. “i had fun today. like… i really enjoyed it. being with you.” 

kimi swallows. “me too.” 

for a few seconds, nothing else exists. it’s just you and kimi, standing in the middle of an empty gas station sharing shy smiles and nervous glances. you anxiously roll the fabric of your jacket between your fingers. it’s a nervous habit that had ruined the ends of plenty of your clothes and a few of kimi’s as well. he reaches out before he can stop himself, taking your hand into his own. 

“i mean it,” he says quietly. kimi takes a half step closer until the tips of your shoes nearly touch. close enough to cross the line but far enough to let you pull away. your eyes are slightly wide when they meet his own once again. “there’s no one else i would rather be with.” 

slowly, almost hesitantly, you lean in to close the distance between you even more. kimi’s lips part slightly almost on instinct. your gaze flickers to his lips for just a second. the action sends butterflies swarming throughout his stomach. “can i…” 

kimi doesn’t respond verbally. instead he leans in until his lips gingerly meet your own. your eyes flutter shut on instinct. you reach up, tangling your hand into the fabric of his jacket to pull him even closer. his hands fall to your waist in response, stumbling even closer to you. you laugh into his mouth, earning a sheepish smile from kimi in return. “sorry,” he mumbles. 

you pull away just enough to shake your head. “don’t be.” you reach up, then, carefully brushing a few stray curls out of his eyes. “you’re sweet, kimi.” 

he smiles even brighter, letting out a soft groan as he hides his head into the crook of your neck. “you can’t just say stuff like that!” he whines. 

“can’t i?” you laugh, reaching around him to rub his back. kimi stays like that for a few seconds. his breath ghosts against the crook of your neck and his hands slip to rest comfortably against your hips. eventually, you coax him to look at you once again. “i like you, kimi. will you be mine?” 

kimi’s eyes widen. his beath catches in his throat as he stares at you for a few agonizing seconds. time seems to freeze around you. all that exists are you and him. all that matters is the way he’s looking at you. 

and then, just as quickly, he’s all but jumping into your arms. you startle for a second, doing your best to catch his body and keep your balance at the same time. “yes! yes! a thousand times, yes!” 

he leans in, catching your lips in yet another chaste kiss. this time it’s your turn to be flustered at the contact. you bite back a bright smile but a few giggles still manage to escape you when he begins to pepper kisses across your cheeks and the side of your neck. 

“i like you, too,” he says quietly. “and i would love to be yours. officially.” 

“good.” you smile brightly, pulling him back into a final chaste kiss. “now, put your helmet back on. we still have the ride home.” 

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eventually, oscar shifts. his hands run down his face until they settle at the back of his neck, keeping his head low and his posture curved. it’s not particularly comfortable, but exhaustion has settled so deep into his bones moving feels like a herculean task. his breaths are shallow, like there’s not enough air reaching his lungs. oscar’s eyes flutter shut. 

he sits like that until his feet go numb on the floor and his computer screen goes dark from inactivity. for once, the darkness is almost comforting. it’s only his still-racing mind that keeps him conscious enough to not fall asleep. 

quietly, you pad into the living room. you point your phone flashlight at the ground as you carefully maneuver through the hallways and around your furniture. oscar doesn’t move. he remains still, focused on taking slow, deep breaths. a small frown tugs at the corner of your lips at the sight. you furrow your eyebrows as you move to crouch down in front of him. gingerly, you place a hand on his knee. “oscar?” 

oscar jumps. his gasp fills your living room, overpowering the low hum of your air conditioning. he blinks himself awake, eyes wide and untrusting until they finally meet your own. you wince, pulling your hand away quickly. “sorry. i didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“no, no,” he shakes his head. you set your phone on the table face-down so the flashlight illuminates the room. oscar drags his hands against his face. even in the darkness, you can make out the deep eyebags beneath his eyes. his lips are curled into a frown and his eyebrows are furrowed. “i’m sorry. i didn’t hear you.” 

for a moment, you let the silence linger. your gaze drifts across the room. oscar’s computer sits on the table, still open despite having turned itself off. a notebook sits beside it, filled with scribbles of data and strategy notes that you can’t quite decipher. oscar rolls his shoulders awkwardly in a poor attempt to release some of the tension that has refused to leave his shoulders. 

“you should take a break.” gently, you reach over, taking oscar’s hand into your own. they’re soft and warm against your skin. you trace your fingertips along his knuckles, tracing the grooves of his hand. “come to bed with me.” 

oscar furrows his eyebrows. he glances back at his computer for a moment before finally nodding. there’s a race soon. he has more data to go over. more sim laps to complete. he has to consider the weather and the tires and lando and his own performance and why the season hasn’t been going the way he wants. 

but then you squeeze his hand. just one. gently. and you wait for him to decide. 

you’re already looking at him when oscar turns to finally meet your gaze. you’re tired — he can see it in the way you slowly blink at him and the loose fit of his t-shirt over your shoulders and the eyebags under your own eyes. a pang of guilt settles into his gut. you had dragged yourself out of bed in the middle of the night just to check on him because you had woken up and he wasn’t there. because you cared about him. 

so he nods. “okay.” oscar reaches over, shutting his computer and grabbing your phone off the table. he intertwines your fingers together as he slowly stands, ignoring the ache in his knees in the process. you follow his lead, letting him guide you back towards your bedroom. “let’s go to bed.” 

you switch on the little lamp on your bedside table as oscar sets your phone down. golden light fills the room, just bright enough to guide your way. oscar runs a hand through his hair. you rest your hands against his waist just above his hips. his breath hitches softly, both at the surprise and at your touch. 

“you’re incredible, osc,” you murmur. he takes a shaky breath when you take a step closer, leaning in to close the distance between you. your lips meet for a moment before you pull away, just enough to tease. “so handsome, and so sweet, and the best driver i know.” 

oscar whispers your name. his eyes flutter shut when your hands roam, slowly growing more confident in the movements. your fingertips trace against the small of his back and then slide against his toned stomach. heat floods oscar’s face at the feeling. his cheeks flush brilliantly and the tips of his ears burn a shade of red you’ll be sure to tease him about later. 

but for now, you smirk softly. oscar steps backwards until his legs hit the edge of your bed. your lips meet his once again as you coax him to sit down. his fingers curl into the sheets as yours grab onto the hem of his shirt. he gasps, softly this time, when you break away from him just long enough to tug it off of his head to fully expose his torso. 

you push him even further down onto the sheets as your lips find oscar’s neck. he scrambles to follow your lead. your knees press into the mattress on either side of his hips as you come to straddle his lap. you gingerly scrape your teeth against his skin and oscar whines quietly. “is this okay?” 

“yes,” oscar nods frantically. his hands come up to grab onto your own hips, chasing after the feeling of your body pressed against his own. his fingertips grasp onto your skin harsh enough to pull a whine from your own throat. oscar pulls you in even closer until your chests are pressed against each other. “please, don’t stop.” 

you pull away from his neck with a final kiss pressed against the fresh mark. oscar blinks up at you through half-lidded eyes. his lips are swollen and his pupils are blown but he chases after your touch nonetheless. you smile softly at the sight. 

you let your hands roam against oscar’s chest and down his sides once again. oscar inhales sharply when you gently press your fingers against his skin. “don’t think,” you whisper. your breath ghosts against the shell of his ear, sending shivers down his spine. you smirk softly. “just let me take care of you.” 

notes: please leave feedback if you enjoyed!! f1 reqs are open and greatly appreciated <3 thank you for the req! i hope you enjoy :) i agree anon but i also argue secret third option: oscar's back, this got way angstier at the beginning than anticipated whoops, i'm so bad at logistics when it gets suggestive you just have to be inside of my head seeing what i'm seeing

(other drivers here!)

MCLAREN

━━ OSCAR PIASTRI⁸¹

after a big win, oscar goes running straight to you (gn reader)

your quick study break becomes a tickle fight (gn reader)

after a bad race, oscar finds comfort in the arms of his lover (gn reader)

making out with oscar in his driver's room (gn!driver reader)

while getting ready for an event, oscar seeks comfort from his lover (gn reader)

in the middle of the night, oscar calls because he misses you (gn reader)

after a race, oscar kisses you on the paddock (gn reader

while being forced to hide your relationship, you reach a breaking point (male reader)

during a night out, oscar realizes he isn't fond of how touchy lando is (or, jealous oscar) (gn reader)

you slip away from the garage to share a sweet moment with oscar (gn!mclaren mechanic reader)

sweet moments shared as you try to teach oscar how to dance (gn!dancer reader)

waking up next to oscar on the morning after (gn reader)

oscar comes home after a long day seeking the comfort of his lover (gn reader)

oscar takes care of you when you have a cold (gn reader)

kissing oscar's moles on a slow morning (gn reader)

watching the sunset on the beach with oscar (gn reader)

you drag oscar back to bed when he spends all night reviewing data (gn reader)

playing the guitar for oscar (gn reader)

you comfort oscar when he gets jealous (gn reader)

MERCEDES

━━ GEORGE RUSSELL⁶³

on a rainy night drive, george reveals a surprise (gn reader)

telling him you have a boyfriend when you get drunk (gn reader)

george takes care of you when you're hurt (gn reader)

━━ KIMI ANTONELLI¹²

a quiet morning with kimi (gn reader)

kimi pays you a special visit during the f2 imola race (gn!f2 driver! reader)

kissing kimi in his drivers room (gn reader)

doing skincare with kimi (gn reader)

a study session with kimi (gn!uni student reader)

kimi comforts you after a bad crash (gn!driver reader)

kimi's partner reminds lewis of nico, dragging up old feelings and a heartbreak that's still fresh (gn!driver reader) | part two

kimi tries to teach you italian (gn reader)

when the pressure of school becomes too much, kimi is there to comfort you (gn reader)

after a stressful practice session, you and kimi relax in his driver's room (gn!f1 driver!reader)

kimi gets jealous when he sees someone flirting with you at a party (gn reader)

kimi comes home after a long day and relaxes in the arms of his lover (gn reader)

taking kimi for a ride on your motorcycle (gn reader)

oops! your shared hotel room only has one bed (gn!mercedes driver reader)

kimi loves your smile (and your fangs) (gn reader)

kimi comforts you about your acne (gn reader)