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alonetimelover · 4 months

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pairing: (ex)Harry Styles x Ginger Spice's daughter!reader x Max Verstappen

fc: Sabrina Carpenter

summary: They broke up and she decided to disappear and write a heartbreaking song. Through this process her old friends from F1 were with her. With one two-time World Champion getting closer and closer.

warnings: swearing, cheating, Harry is an asshole in this (sorry!)

a/n: Long? Oh yes. It's a long one. But also my first F1 related fic, hope you enjoy!

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f1 and redbullracing

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f1 Is there a better way to start 2023 season than with YN YSN (sweetly called the tiny boss of Red Bull Racing) in the paddock? We say there is NOT! Welcome YN, we hope you have the best time with us!

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yourinstagram thank uuuuu!

danielricciardo THE boss is here!

landonorris *heart eyes*

charles_leclerc Welcome back, YN!

ynupdates oh how i missed her face

ynsmybestie 5 months without even a photo of her finger online... it was a draught

ynsmymama yn's a vroom vroom girlie?????

ynsmybabie F1? is she a fan? tiny boss? what is going on?

⤷ ynupdates I feel like I'm the only one that knew. YN is Christian Horner's (red bull racing boss) step-daughter.

⤷ ynsmybestie isn't his wife ginger spice?

⤷ ynupdates yes! she's YN's mum. how do you guys not know that?

⤷ ynshands maybe because she's using her grandma's surname and not her mother's?

formulafan49 so we're getting las vegas content in bahrain? this sport is getting out of control with all those celebrities attending

⤷ landonorizz why are you being bothered by somebody that knows almost everything about formula 1? go be mad somewhere else

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yourinstagram

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yourinstagram hiii💛 took a break and wrote a song. you're losing me is out now! i love all of you my pathological people pleasers.

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danielricciardo be a happy song with me?

⤷ yourinstagram running to you right now

⤷ landonorris bringing mum's biscuits

⤷ maxverstappen1 I'll bring myself 😊

⤷ danielricciardo you lot weren't invited, but come in... I guess

landonorris you're the only person I'm not mad at for making me cry, ynn

⤷ yourinstagram you've heard the song before, lan

⤷ landonorris shhhh

⤷ danielricciardo it won't make her fall in love with you, norris

⤷ landonorris fuck you man

maxverstappen1 💛💛

ynupdates WHAT IN THE HELL HAPPENED HERE

ynsmybestie I won't recover. I fucking won't recover

ynsmymama I'm gonna die... its so sad. its heartbreaking. I'm losing myself

hArrysbtch woah, my heart cannot take this

harrysmoustache firstly, break my heart and take it, yn

harrysmoustache secondly, why is the whole f1 here? wtf

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harryupdates

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harryupdates In his latest interview Harry was asked about his private life - especially his relationship with YN. After the question of "do you feel like you throw a great love away?" Harry answered with "I don't know. I don't regret a lot of things in my life but that's [the relationship] probably one of them." You can read the interview via the link in our story!

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hArrysbtch suddenly a six year lasting relationship was a mistake???

hArrysbtch ehh, harry. i kinda feel that the breakup (from Harry's side) happened a long time ago. there is no sparkle anymore

hArrysbtch now let me start on not mentioning her name like EVER "my last partner" her name is YN, why he can't just say it? it's been going on for years. since they started dating really...

harrysmoustache that wasn't the best interview

ynsmymama about 'you're losing me': "every artist has their imagination that they write down and then release. sometimes it's good and sometimes it should be kept private. i'm not the one to size it up." THAT WAS FUCKING LOW

⤷ harrysmoustache as much as I love him that was petty af

⤷ hArrysbtch especially when almost all critics named this song one of the best LYRICALLY and MUSICALLY in the last few decades

ynshands "I don't know if you can be ready to move on from a longterm relationship. it's definitely harder than from something that lasts months or two years." THIS MOTHERF****R IS TALKING ABOUT NOT BEING THE ONE TO MOVE ON BUT HE DID WHILE STILL BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP??????

⤷ ynsmymama this is called audacity

⤷ harrysfan49 cheating was never confirmed, was it?

⤷ ynsmybestie yes, it was. right after harry's "announcement" yn posted a story with lyrics from 'illicit affairs'. i think that's enough of a confirmation.

ynsmybestie yeah, here he comes again not being able to fucking say her name. those 6 years meant nothing?

⤷ harrysfan92 maybe he doesn't want to share his private relationship online

⤷ ynsmybestie i don't understand that. you're loving a person for six years, claiming them the love of your life, but saying the name is hard? he never mentioned her in interviews (my closest friend, my partner, someone I love). he couldn even show up at her birthday party because he had a photoshoot. just to point out, the drivers showed up in London, even though they had a race in Imola the next day.

⤷ harrysfan87 you guys are toxic. just gonna blame him for the breakup? unbelievable.

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ynupdates

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ynupdates YN AND LANDO AT THE NIGHTCLUB IN MONACO!!!!!

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ynsmybestie NO FUCKING WAY

ynsmybestie SHE LOOKS SO HOT

ynsmymama the way he looks at her ??? 🫠

ynsfan92 find somebody who looks at you just like lando looks at yn. YOU CAN'T

⤷ ynsmymuse have you seen how max looks at her?

landofan92 do I need to change my bio from norizz to yesrizz?

user39 yeah, moving on quickly when her exboyfriend is talking about how he adores her

⤷ ynsmybestie where??? because i only saw how awful he was to YN from the moment they broke up

user02 yeah, move on quickly and go trough all the drivers

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lando.jpg

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lando.jpg yn showed her favourites

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danielricciardo LIAAAAAR. SHE LOVES ME MORE.

⤷ yourinstagram of course

⤷ lando.jpg i love your sarcasm

maxverstappen1 💛

yourinstagram not my fault you were the only ones available for photos

⤷ maxverstappen1 I don't mind

⤷ lando.jpg neither do I

⤷ danielricciardo I DO

⤷ charles_leclerc I DO TOO

ynsmybestie hot

ynsmybestie but also i see you YN with favouring Max and Lando, i see you girl

ynsmymama why I've never realised how hot those two are???

ynshands is there a thing she does badly?

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ynupdates

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ynupdates YN and MAX VERSTAPPEN at the bar tonight in Zandvoort, celebrating Max's win!

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ynsmybestie SEE? you defend the girl, you get the girl!

ynsmymama i mean i was rooting for them but i am still speechless

ynshands YAS PARENTS

maxfan85 after the race that he had, tying to yet another record and getting a girl? is there a thing he can't do or can't have??

ynsfan93 sooo, do we say they're together orrr?

⤷ ynsmybestie i mean, look at them. i have many friends but i'm not that cozy with any of them

⤷ ynsmymama i vote early stages of dating. yn's a touchy person in nature so you know, it can be that

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a/n: do you want to see more of them?

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part 2

#f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x you #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen social media au #max verstappen one shot #max verstappen x singer!reader #max verstappen fic #harry styles x reader #harry styles x ex!reader

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ssprayberrythings · 4 months

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two worlds collide | LN4

lando norris x actress!reader / smau fic

fc: madelyn cline

warnings: none, i just enjoy overindulging with fluff

i got so carried away with this but honestly i’m proud of it so i hope you enjoy. also obx is one of my favourite shows which is why i decided on mads as my f/c so i could incorporate two of my passions !!

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bored of these hotel rooms

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ynismylife: OMG MOM

iloveynyl: SHES STUNNING

ynsluvrr: IM DROOLING SHES SO PRETTY

iloveyn: I WANT TO MARRY HER

fanofyn: HOW IS SHE SINGLE

╰ ynismylife: BEATS ME, I WOULD DATE HER IN A HEARTBEAT

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caption: made it back home in enough time for the race 🏎️

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📍charleston, north carolina

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the girls are back

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obx4life: AH THEYRE BOTH SO PRETTY

ynfan: Y/N ONE CHANCE PLEASE

user5: drooling..

user7: cant tell if i want to be them or be with them

yourusername: i was missing you big time 🫂

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y/n seen out with madison bailey the other night. happy to see the two outer banks co stars hangout even during their time off

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╰ yourbestfriend: AH YOUR FANS ARE GONNA GO CRAZY WHEN THEY SEE US THIS WEEKEND

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📍las vegas, nevada

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thanks y/n for being famous and taking me with you to cool events 🎰

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ynfan: AHHHH THEYRE IN LAS VEGAS

user2: wish my best friend was famous, must be nice

ynislife: wait does anyone know if the grand prix for f1 is happening this weekend too? cause y/n is an f1 fan and thAT WOULD BE SO COOL IF SHE WENT

╰ f1fan: yes the vegas grand prix is this weekend !!

╰ ynislife: omg OMG omg OMG

yourusername: you’re welcome, no one else i’d rather have by my side 😘

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user7: y/n travels a lot and still manages to look like that? what is her skincare routine 😩

╰ user1: I WAS WONDERING THE SAME THING

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caption: this weekend is one for the books i can already tell 🤩

╰ f1: cant wait to see you in the paddock !!

╰ yourbestfriend: super excited !!

╰ redbullracing: thanks for joining us as a guest of red bull :)

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what a great weekend in las vegas full of so much excitement with both of our drivers making podium, getting to see lots of stars come out & once again securing another win under our belt towards that final championship. keep up the good work everyone 🏆

#RedBullRacing #LasVegasGP

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ynfan: omg omg omg omg she met max ????

f1fan: Y/N WITH MAX WAS A CROSSOVER I NEVER REALIZED I NEEDED

f1updates: people in paddock this weekend said Y/N was so happy to be there and was so grateful for the opportunity

yourusername: thank you again for having me. its a weekend i’ll never forget !

╰ redbullracing: thanks for accepting our invitation, hope to see you around the paddock more often !

ynismylove: is no one talking about lando being in red bull’s likes ?? is that normal ??

╰ verstappenmaxfan: im not too sure now that i think about it

Max was quietly scrolling on his phone after the Las Vegas grand prix, enjoying some down time before the final race of the season . He was just absently looking on tiktok when he received a phone call from none other than Lando.

“Lando, mate how are you doing after the Las Vegas grand prix?” Max asked, knowing Lando had been taken to medic after his nasty crash at the recent grand prix

“I’m good, still a bit sore but I’ve gotten the clear to race in the upcoming race so I’m looking forward to that” Lando explained “Thats not why I’m calling though” he continued

“Oh. What’s up then?” Max asked slightly confused

“Y/N Y/L/N was at the Las Vegas grand prix and you met her? How was she? She got invited by Red Bull, how did that work? Is she as pretty in person as she is on social media?” Lando rambled on

“Lando take a breath” Max chuckled “But yes she was there, invited by Red Bull. I think they just reached out to her and asked if she wanted to come. How is she? Dude I don’t know, she’s nice, kept thanking everyone for the invitation, she told us she’s a massive F1 fan which was cool” Max answered the boys questions

“And as for her looks, I have a girlfriend however yes she looks the same in person as she does in the media” He rolled his eyes even if Lando couldn’t see him. “Why are you so curious?” He asked his friend trying to understand where all this was coming from

“She’s been one of my biggest celebrity crushes and I was so looking forward to hopefully getting to meet her when I found out she’d be there but then I crashed” He chuckled slightly at how much he sounded like a little kid “Then I saw you met her and just wanted to see what she was like” He explained to Max

Max let out a laugh before answering the younger driver “Well Mate, you should have McLaren invite her to the final race of the season, this way you’ll get to meet her” Max suggested “Im sure she’ll accept, I believe she said filming for her show hasn’t started yet so she’s available” He explained to Lando

“Ohhh maybe I’ll mention it to the admin team” Lando said more as a thought than a concrete response “Anyways I have to go, Oscar and I are filming a PR video. Thanks Max, see you in a couple days” Lando said before hanging up before Max could say anything else

Max just laughed “Bye to you to” he said out loud before going back to scrolling on his phone.

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╰ yourusername: they said i could bring a +1, you can still come 🥺

╰ yourbestfriend: i have back to back shoots or else i would 🥺

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caption: another day, another f1 race 🧡

╰ yourbestfriend: omg you made it! cant wait to hear all about it!

╰ mclaren: so happy to have you join us for the last race of the season!

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thanks mclaren for inviting me this weekend especially for the last race of the season. i had such a pleasure getting to meet everyone. cant wait for the 2024 season🧡

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ynfan: OMGGGG SHE WENT TO ANOTHER RACE AND THIS TIME SHE WAS INVITED BY MCLAREN

f1fan: I’M NOT DOING WELL

mclarenlove: SHE LOOKS SO GOOD IN ORANGE WOOOO

mclaren: the pleasure was all ours, hopefully we get to see you in our garage more often, orange seems to be your colour 😉

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landonorris: it was so nice getting to meet you, we should hangout again

╰ user4: wait is this lando flirting?

╰ user14: LANDO NORRIZ MAY ACTUALLY HAVE RIZ

╰ yourusername: it was nice getting to meet you too & i’d love to hangout sometime

╰ ynfanforlife: omMGGGGG WAIT I NEED TO KNOW WHAT LANDO DID IN ORDER TO WIN OUR GIRL OVER

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my life recently on film 🎞️

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ynfan: OMG OBX X F1 CROSSOVER

ynxf1lovers: OMG MY FAVES

yourbestfriend: crazy time in sin city 🎰🍹🪩

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chasestokes: living ur best life miss y/n

╰ yourusername: you know it 😎

f1wagupdates: i know she’s not an official wag but can we make an exception cause i need to see y/n at more races

╰ user4: AGREED ^

╰ ynloverr: A MOOD !!!

oscarpiastri: youre such a vibe

╰ yourusername: thank you thank you, i try

╰ landonorris: send me the film pics, i need them for the .jpg account

╰ yourusername: you got it !

landonorris: i feel so honoured to be featured on here

╰ yourusername: you should, only the people i really like get posted

╰ landonorris: is that you admitting you like me? ive been swooned

╰ yourusername: 🙄

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y/n making her debut on the .jpg account

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user4: WOOO EVERYONE WAKE UP LANDO POSTED ON THE .JPG ACCOUNT

landoobsessed: OMGGGG THESE PHOTOS ARE STUNNING

ynfanforlife: OMG Y/N IS STUNNING AS ALWAYS

oscarpiastri: its giving soft launch

╰ landonorris: no its not

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yourbestfriend: UHM Y/N CARE TO EXPLAIN @yourusername

╰ yourusername: nope..im good

user4: SO ARE WE ALL FREAKING OUT OR IS IT JUST ME

╰ user5: I AM TOO

╰ y/nfan: ME THREE

╰ user15: ME X4

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╰ yourbestfriend: HELLO???? THIS IS SO RELATIONSHIPY, I NEED DETAILS

╰ yourusername: ITS NOT A RELATIONSHIP….I MEAN NOT YET

╰ yourbestfriend: OMGGGGG

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caption: this is the best you’re gonna get with a soft launch

╰ oscarpiastri: is it a soft launch if you’ve already posted her on the .jpg account 🤔

╰ landonorris: get out

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certified lover girl

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yourbestfriend: my best friend is a stunner

╰ yourusername: says you

obx: consider us certified y/n lovers

╰ yourusername: i love you guys

ynfan: SHES GLOWING FOR REAL

landoandynaremyparents: PLEASE JUST TELL ME YOU AND LANDO ARE DATING SO I CAN REST IN PEACE

landonorris: no comment, im speechless

╰ yourusername: youre not slick

oscarpiastri: Y/N LANDOS REACTION TO THIS WAS PRICELESS, YOU CAUGHT HIM SO OFF GUARD

╰ yourusername: hehe thanks for the live update 🤭

╰ landonorris: OSCAR GET OUT…again

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kissed by the sun☀️💋

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yourbestfriend: i’ve never seen you so happy, the “sun” looks good on you 😉

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ynisthebest: C’MON ARE THEY SERIOUSLY NOT GONNA CONFIRM THIS, ITS SO OBVIOUS THEYRE DATING

f1fan: I JUST WANT WHAT THEY HAVE

╰ ynfan: YOU AND ME BOTH

landonorris: wait when did you take that photo ?

╰ yourusername: when you had a zoom call with the team & you thought i was napping 🤭

╰ landonorris: youre sneaky, i love it

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obxloverr: goals, actual goals

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╰ oscarpiastri: when are you gonna start calling her your girlfriend publicly

╰ landonorris: when we’re both ready, its fun doing this and seeing how people react, yourself included

╰ oscarpiastri: 🙄🙄

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ask and you shall receive; yes we’re dating 🧡

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landonorris: now i can publicly comment on how much i adore you

╰ yourusername: youre such a simp, i love it, never stop

╰ landonorris: don’t plan on it

╰ oscarpiastri: not looking forward to third wheeling once the season starts up again

╰ landonorris: HAHAHA that sounds like a you problem

╰ yourusername: OSC IGNORE HIM, WE LOVE YOU

╰ landonorris: BABEEEEE

yourbestfriend: can he fight ? cause if he hurts you, i go full bestie protective mode

╰ yourusername: HAHAHAH i appreiciate you, more than you know

╰ landonorris: i don’t plan on hurting her, you have my word 🫡

╰ yourbestfriend: good answer

ynfan: THEY REALLY ARE THE CUTEST

f1wagupdates: NEW WAG, I REPEAT NEW WAG ADDED TO THE LIST!!!

user4: CANT WAIT FOR THE Y/N PADDOCK CONTENT ONCE RACES START

user15: I’M SO HAPPY FOR THEM

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found my other half 🫂

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yourusername: never met anyone more into film and photography, other than myself..😍

╰ landonorris: thats why we work 😏

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f1fan: living for this

ynfan: STOPPPP

maxverstappen1: siri play mastermind by taylor swift

╰ landonorris: STOP GET OUT

╰ yourusername: wait WHAT DOES HE MEAN? TELL ME

╰ landonorris: no

╰ yourusername: pleaseeeeeeee

╰ landonorris: respectfully, no

╰ yourusername: 😠

You looked up from your phone, eyeing Lando across the room also on his phone “what is Max talking about?” You asked him this time in person

“Nothing” he said not looking up from his phone

You got up, going to sit next to him “Babe, c’mon I’m sure it is nothing, I just want to know” you explained, you were just curious

Lando looked up from his phone meeting your eyes “Okay fine” he said as he locked his phone and turned his body to be facing you “Its really not a big deal but before you and I met, even before you got invited by Mclaren, I reached out to Max cause I had seen at the Las Vegas grand prix you met eachother” he started

“And I was kind of upset, maybe even a little jealous that I crashed out and didn’t get the chance to meet you, so I called Max and asked what you were like” He chuckled to himself, it sounded funnier saying this out loud

“Okay but why were you upset you didn’t get to meet me?” You asked, not fully understanding what he was getting at

“You were one of my biggest celebrity crushes” He told you a small blush appearing on his face “Which is why when I didn’t get to meet you after Vegas, I may have mentioned to someone on the admin team to reach out and invite you to the last race of the season” He finished

“Wait so you already had a crush on me before we even met? Lando thats so cute” You smiled at him “I get why Max commented that now, you really were the mastermind, I’m impressed” You smirked

“Really? You don’t think its weird or anything?” He asked for reassurance

“Not at all” You told him, moving closer to him on the couch “If you hadn’t have done what you did, who knows if we’d be here right now” You explained smiling at him, Lando returning the same smile

“I cant imagine not having you in my life” He exclaimed, playing with the rings you had on your fingers “The feelings mutual” You told him leaning in and giving him a quick kiss on the lips before pulling back and cuddling into his side enjoying this moment.

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never stop being mine 🥹

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landonorris: i don’t plan on it, youre stuck with me 🥹

╰ yourusername: sounds good to me

maxverstappen1: happy everything worked out for you two

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ynfan: mom and dad

f1fan: endgame

ynislife: our girl found her happily ever after

obx: y/n we couldn’t be happier for you and feel free to bring him around once filming starts, maybe we can sneak him in as a cameo 😉

╰ yourusername: OMG DONT TELL HIM THAT

╰ landonorris: WAIT FOR REAL

╰ yourusername: no they’re joking..

╰ obx: maybe we are, maybe we aren’t, who knows 🤷🏻‍♀️

╰ obxfan4life: the obx admin knows what the fans want

f1fanxobx: THE F1 X OBX: CROSSOVER OF THE CENTURY

that was so fun to write, i hope you enjoyed it !!

feel free to comment thoughts and/or make requests !! 🫶

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maxarchive · 9 days

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MAX-IMUM ATTACK 2017 Season Photos and words by Darren Heath

Monday lunchtime, Heathrow Terminal 5. Standing next to the slowly revolving baggage carousel, a fresh-faced, slightly awkward-looking - just out of his teens - young man is awaiting the arrival of his chattels.

Dressed in bland black trainers, similarly hued skinny jeans and an oversized hoody, this Young Turk ain’t winning any style awards. iPhone in hand, he’s busy swiping the screen in that head-bowed social media style billions of us now ‘enjoy’.

Max Verstappen doesn’t really do flash. He couldn’t look more ‘normal’. Yet put him in a racing car and he’s just about the most special talent to arrive on motor racing’s top step for decades.

Schumacher-esque – Michael of course! – is a term increasingly heard up and down the F1 paddock, such is the impact the Netherlands’ premier sportsman is now making.

I can see it too.

The fresh-faced 16-year-old boy who was, upon his arrival, so ignorantly dismissed by many within the sport is rapidly becoming a man. It’s amazing how quickly young sportsmen living life in the public gaze assume adulthood. Just take a look at Sebastian Vettel. The gawky kid of 2009 became the handsome dude of 2010!

What sets the potentially great apart from the mediocre? What makes Max Verstappen so, so much more special than, say, Carlos Sainz?

I guess it’s the whole package: the look; the mien; the steely character honed to be a racer almost from before he could walk; the utterly uncompromising way he dismisses any questioning of his racecraft; the toys-out-of-the-pram reaction to harsh penalties; the fast straight-out-of-the-box attacking style; and the rapier-like overtaking ability, the like of which we haven’t seen for many a year. Such was Max’s impact on the art of passing and defending, the rules had to be rewritten!

The way the car looks through the turns, the application of throttle, steering and immensely late braking. Metronomic in his blisteringly fast lap time delivery, this boy has the lot. He IS the future of Formula 1.

In so, so many ways – but let’s hope not all – Max is the new MSC.

Racing in an aggressive and forceful style often results in on-track contretemps with some of his more seasoned rivals. No matter, Max takes no prisoners, batting away questions about the legality of some of his racing moves with a dismissive arrogance that’s strangely appealing in its delivery.

Up to speed now and surely making Dan Ricciardo question his team-leading abilities, Verstappen is unquestionably Red Bull’s main man.

Off-track too, Max is sorted. Guided by his F1-experienced father, the young Verstappen has an able and well-qualified navigator at the helm. Learning from his own ill-advised 1990s F1 driving career decisions, Jos pays absolute attention so as to ensure his son maximises the opportunities on offer.

With top-drawer drivers in short supply, Red Bull had better make damned sure their 2019-and-beyond engine supply is top-notch. The bidding war for Max’s signature is already in full swing. Ferrari and Mercedes are enviously eyeing the Dutchman’s abilities with covetous desire.

It’s easy to forget that Max is only 20 years old. Way ahead in racing driver maturity - a relative term! – than so many millions of a similar age, Max has appeared mentally developed beyond his years since first he appeared in the F1 paddock at Spa 2014. It struck me then how entirely capable this 16-year-old boy was dealing with multiple language questions and untold camera lenses. Listening to his interrogator politely before answering calmly and intelligently, Max appeared born to the role…

Fast forward to now and Verstappen is a multiple grand prix winner and 2018 title-chasing challenger. Part of the new breed of F1 racers, Max leads the pack. Publicly respectful of his rivals, although privately dismissive of many, he well knows his place among the potentially great.

Michael Schumacher once opined – in an interview I photographed – that his father had advised him to heed well the arrival on the scene of the next great talent. The one who’d challenge and quickly replace the dominant male. Well, Lewis, Sebastian and Fernando, that man has arrived.

You’d best heed Herr Schumacher’s words well…

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Goodnight Sweetheart Goodnight

Summary: Y/N is one of the driver's of the 2026 season for Audi. A very respectable driver and cherished. But life has other plans.

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Warnings: major character death, funeral, sad, grief, anger, accidents, mourning, race crash, angst this is very detailed

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With a promising car and a supportive team, Y/N entered the season with high hopes and determination.

The first few races of the season saw Y/N performing exceptionally well. She consistently scored points and even secured a podium finish, earning the respect and admiration of fans and competitors alike.

The sun hung low over the F1 circuit as the drivers prepared for the race of their lives. Among them was Y/N, a talented young driver, who had been making waves in the sport with her exceptional skill behind the wheel, with dreams of championship glory. The atmosphere in the Formula 1 paddock was charged with excitement as teams prepared for the highly anticipated race.

The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as engines roared to life, signaling the start of the race.

As the lights went out, the cars surged forward, hurtling into the first corner. Y/N and Max jostled for position, their cars inches apart as they navigated the tight bends.

During a critical phase of the race, Y/N was engaged in a heated battle for p3 with Oscar on a challenging circuit known for its tight corners and rapid elevation changes. "Aaron, this is Y/N. I'm... I'm losing control. Something's wrong with the car. I can't... I can't steer properly. It's... it's getting worse.” Y/N radioed to her team. As she approached a particularly challenging turn, Y/N's car experienced a sudden and catastrophic mechanical failure, causing her to lose control at high speed.

“I'm trying to regain control, but it's... it's not working. The car's... it's spinning out. I can't stop it. I need... I need assistance. Aaron, I'm scared. I don't know what's happening. Please, talk to me. Keep me focused. I can see the barrier approaching. I'm... I'm bracing for impact. Oh, God. It's... it's too late. Brace for impact.”

Despite Y/N's skill and reflexes, she was unable to regain control of the car as it veered off course and collided with the barrier with significant force. The impact caused the car to spin violently before coming to a rest on the edge of the track, surrounded by debris.

"Y/N, can you hear me? Y/N, please respond. We're with you, we're here to help. Stay calm, help is on the way. You're going to be okay, Y/N. Just hold on, help is coming.” Aaron, her engineer radioed as the paddock stood still with the red flag waving.

“Aaron, it hurts. I can't... I can't feel my legs. I need help. Please, hurry.” The girl began to panic as she tried to lift herself out of the mangled car but her body had no energy left.

“Y/N, it's Aaron. I need you to stay focused, and stay with us. You're doing great, Y/N. We're going to get you out of there. Just hang in there, help is on the way.” He replied, his heart in his throat hearing the pain and desperation in his driver’s voice. Silence followed.

“Aaron, I'm sorry. I tried. I tried my best. Please... please tell my family... I love them. I'm... I'm trapped. I can't move. It's... it's dark. I'm scared. I don't want to die. Please, help me.” She struggled to breathe, her chest feeling like it was caving in.

“Y/N, you're a fighter. You've faced challenges on the track before, and you've always come out stronger. You can do this. Stay strong, Y/N. We're right here beside you. Y/N, listen to my voice. Focus on your breathing. Stay conscious, Y/N. We're going to get you out of there, I promise.”

“I know it's hard, Y/N. I know it's painful. But you're not alone. We're here with you every step of the way. You're not just a driver, Y/N. You're a member of our racing family. And we take care of our own.”

“Y/N, I need you to keep fighting. You're going to make it through this. I believe in you, Y/N. You've got the heart of a champion” Aaron continued talking to the girl to keep her awake.

“Aaron, can you hear me? Please respond. I need to know... I need to know I'm not alone. I'm losing consciousness. I can't... I can't hold on much longer. Aaron, please... don't leave me." Y/N tried to stay awake but her body finally started to shut down, the shock nearly wearing off.

“Y/N, you're not alone. We're right here with you. Stay strong, Y/N. Stay strong. We're here for you, Y/N. We're not giving up on you. Hold on, help is almost here. You're going to make it, Y/N. I believe in you." Finally, Aaron received an update that the medical team had reached Y/N.

Emergency response teams quickly arrived on the scene, extracting Y/N from the wreckage and providing immediate medical attention.

As the scene unfolded David Croft spoke, “Ladies and gentlemen, as we witness the unfolding events on the track, our hearts are heavy with concern for Y/N, who has been involved in a serious accident. Emergency response teams are on the scene, working swiftly and diligently to extract Y/N from the wreckage and provide the urgent medical attention she requires.”

“In moments like these, the racing community comes together as one, united in our concern for the well-being of our fellow competitor and friend. We extend our deepest gratitude to the dedicated medical professionals and safety personnel who are working tirelessly to ensure Y/N receives the care she needs.” Martin Brundle added.

David Croft nodded, “As we await updates on Y/N's condition, let us take a moment to reflect on the inherent risks and challenges of competitive motorsport. Each time our drivers take to the track, they do so with courage, skill, and an unwavering commitment to pushing the limits of what is possible. But with that pursuit of excellence comes the understanding that accidents can happen, and it is in these moments that we must come together to support one another and ensure the safety and well-being of all involved.”

“Our thoughts and prayers are with Y/N and her loved ones during this difficult time. We stand united in our hope for a full and speedy recovery, knowing that the strength of the racing community and the indomitable spirit of our drivers will carry us through even the darkest of moments.” Laura Winter spoke.

“As we await further updates, let us draw strength from the bonds of camaraderie and solidarity that unite us, knowing that together, we can overcome any challenge that lies ahead. Our hearts are with you, Y/N. Stay strong, and know that you are not alone." Laura added as the camera cut back to mangled remains of Y/N’s car.

Y/N was rushed to the nearest hospital in critical condition. The entire racing community held its breath as updates on her condition trickled in. Fans around the world prayed for Y/N's recovery, hoping against hope for a miracle. Y/N was not only a talented driver but also a beloved figure among fans and colleagues alike.

Outside the hospital, a vigil was held as fans, friends, and fellow drivers gathered to show their support for Y/N and her family. Candles were lit, prayers were said, and messages of hope were written on banners and signs.

Days turned into weeks as Y/N remained unconscious in the hospital. Doctors worked tirelessly to stabilize her condition, but the prognosis remained uncertain. The racing world held its collective breath, waiting for any sign of improvement.

As Y/N fought for her life in the hospital, the racing world held its breath. The grid often visits and sits with her, in silence or talks to her about anything and everything. Fans continued to show their solidarity and love for the young driver. The atmosphere was heavy with worry and sadness.

Y/N’s family called her colleagues and fellow drivers to the hospital. It was a week after Singapore, one of Y/N’s favorite circuits. They were hopeful that she had finally woken up. But once they had walked into the ICU and seen Y/N’s father consoling his wife they knew. They each got to say their goodbyes before the beeping sounds in her hospital room turned into silence. Like a bright star eaten by a dark hole in space, Y/N was no longer alive. The light that she had was no longer.

Tributes flooded in from all corners of the globe. Fellow drivers, team members, and fans shared memories of Y/N's remarkable career and the impact she had on the sport. The outpouring of grief was overwhelming.

As the racing community grappled with the loss, plans for Y/N's funeral began to take shape. It was to be a grand affair, fitting for a driver of Y/N's stature. The Audi team worked tirelessly to ensure every detail was perfect. The family had requested everyone wear white in memory of the light Y/N was.

In the days leading up to the funeral, a memorial was held at COTA where Y/N had achieved so much success. Drivers and fans gathered to pay their respects, sharing stories and memories of Y/N's incredible talent and spirit.

On the day of the funeral, the streets were lined with mourners as the funeral procession made its way through the city. Flags flew at half-mast, and the atmosphere was somber as Y/N's casket was carried to the church by her pallbearers; Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Lewis Hamilton, Lando Norris, Fernando Alonso, and her teammate at Audi; Carlos Sainz.

Fans created a makeshift memorial outside the venue, adorned with flags, banners, and memorabilia celebrating Y/N's career. Inside, a dedicated area was set up for fans to leave handwritten notes, flowers, and tokens of appreciation. A large screen displayed messages and photos shared by fans on social media, providing a digital space for the global racing community to come together and pay their respects to Y/N's enduring legacy.

Audi arranged for Y/N's race car to be positioned at the front of the venue, surrounded by floral arrangements in Audi's signature colors. The car's engine cover bore a custom decal with Y/N's racing number, 21, and a heartfelt message from the team expressing gratitude for her contributions and dedication. Teammates and crew members had placed personalized tokens of remembrance, such as race gloves or miniature trophies, around the car as a tribute to Y/N's impact on the team.

Major sports networks and broadcasters dedicated a portion of their programming to live coverage of Y/N's funeral. Special segments and live reports provide viewers with updates on the funeral proceedings, including interviews with attendees, insights from racing experts, and retrospectives on Y/N's career highlights.

Online streaming platforms and social media channels also offered live coverage of the funeral, allowing fans and supporters from around the world to participate in the commemoration of Y/N's life and legacy.

Inside the church, friends, family, and members of the racing community gathered to say their final goodbyes to Y/N. Her favorite song, ‘Forever Mine’ by The O’Jays played as everyone took their seats.

“Please rise for the family.” The preacher spoke as the doors opened revealing Y/N’s parents, her siblings, and some aunts and uncles.

The preacher stood at the front of the church. Below him lay Y/N’s customized casket. The casket is crafted from high-quality, polished wood, with a sleek and elegant design that exudes sophistication and reverence. The exterior of the casket is adorned with a custom vinyl wrap, featuring a striking racing-themed design that pays homage to Y/N's career as an F1 driver.

At the head of the casket, a large image of Y/N's race car in action is prominently displayed, surrounded by images of checkered flags, racing stripes, and other iconic symbols of motorsport. Y/N's racing number is emblazoned across the front of the casket in bold, stylized lettering, serving as a visual reminder of her identity and accomplishments on the track.

Along the sides of the casket, intricate decals and graphics depict scenes from Y/N's racing career, capturing moments of triumph, camaraderie, and determination. Images of Y/N celebrating victories on the podium, engaging with fans, and competing in thrilling races are showcased in vibrant detail, creating a dynamic and visually captivating tribute to her legacy.

The interior lining of the casket is adorned with luxurious fabric in Y/N's favorite colors, providing a comfortable and dignified resting place. Soft cushions and pillows are arranged to cradle Y/N's body with care and reverence, ensuring a peaceful and serene final rest.

At the foot of the casket, a small display area is set aside for the placement of Y/N's racing memorabilia, including her helmet, gloves, and racing suit. These cherished items serve as a tangible reminder of Y/N's passion for motorsport and her enduring legacy as a beloved figure in the racing community.

Engraved plaques and plates adorn the casket, featuring meaningful quotes, messages of remembrance, and significant dates from Y/N's life and career.

He began to read Y/N’s eulogy, “As we gather here today to honor the life and legacy of Y/N, it is with heavy hearts that we bid farewell to a beloved figure whose presence illuminated the world of motorsport and touched the lives of all who had the privilege of knowing her. Though her time with us was tragically cut short, Y/N leaves behind a legacy of excellence, passion, and sportsmanship that will forever be remembered and cherished by all who had the honor of witnessing her remarkable journey.”

Silent cries and sniffles could be heard. “Y/N was born on May 3rd, 2001 in Shreveport, where she quickly developed a passion for racing that would shape the course of her life and career. From an early age, Y/N exhibited a natural talent and determination behind the wheel, honing her skills in karting competitions before making her mark on the world stage as a rising star in the world of Formula 1.”

Fans outside and around the world hugged one another as they watched. “Throughout her illustrious career, Y/N achieved numerous milestones and accolades, earning the admiration and respect of fans, teammates, and competitors alike. Her skill, agility, and unwavering commitment to excellence set her apart as one of the most formidable drivers of her generation, with each race serving as a testament to her indomitable spirit and unwavering passion for the sport she loved.”

“Off the track, Y/N was known for her humility, kindness, and generosity, touching the lives of countless individuals through her charitable work, mentorship of aspiring young racers, and dedication to giving back to the racing community. Whether signing autographs for adoring fans, visiting children's hospitals, or supporting worthy causes, Y/N's impact extended far beyond the confines of the racetrack, leaving an indelible mark on the hearts and minds of all who had the privilege of knowing her.” The air felt heavy inside the walls of the church.

“Tragically, Y/N's journey was cut short, leaving behind a legacy that will forever be remembered and cherished by all who had the honor of knowing her. Though she may no longer be with us in body, her spirit lives on in the memories we hold dear, in the lessons we have learned, and in the enduring legacy of sportsmanship, camaraderie, and dedication to excellence that she leaves behind.”

“In the words of the poet Alfred Lord Tennyson, 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.' Y/N's life was a testament to the power of love, passion, and perseverance, and though we mourn her loss, let us also celebrate the joy and inspiration she brought into our lives. May Y/N rest in peace, knowing that she will be forever cherished, forever remembered, and forever loved. Amen."

Amen’s were murmured amongst the crowd. “I was speaking to the family to gain some insight on what kind of person Y/N was. One story that stood out to me was when she placed a snake in the cracked open window in their bathroom while her brother was in the shower. He ran out of the house with no towel and suds still in his hair.” The preacher spoke as he stepped down and around Y/N’s casket. Tear-filled laughter rose in the air.

“Does anyone have any stories or anything they would like to share about Y/N? You can remain where you are or you can come up to the mic as well.” He concluded. Many people from family members to childhood friends and colleagues spoke up about the young woman they loved.

“The track feels emptier without Y/N's presence. Her laughter, her passion, her drive – all silenced too soon, leaving us to navigate a world dimmed by her absence." Daniel spoke up.

Her parents walked up to the mic together, “As parents, we watched Y/N grow into a fearless competitor, always striving for excellence on and off the track. Her determination and courage were truly remarkable. Y/N's presence illuminated every corner of our lives. Her smile, her spirit, and her love for racing will remain etched in our hearts forever.” Her father’s voice shook.

Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, not really grasping that his daughter was gone. “Though Y/N's time with us was cut short, her impact on the racing world was immense. She lived her life with purpose and left behind a legacy that will endure for generations. We are grateful for the outpouring of love and support from the racing community. Your unwavering kindness during this difficult time has been a source of comfort for our family.”

“Y/N's journey may have ended, but her spirit will continue to race on in the hearts of those who knew and loved her. We will cherish the memories we shared and honor her legacy with each lap we take.Today, we say goodbye to Y/N, a true champion in every sense of the word. May her passion for racing and her indomitable spirit inspire us to live each day to the fullest, just as she did." Her mother finished as she wiped away her tears while placing a hand a on her baby girl’s casket.

“Y/N's love for racing was infectious. She shared her victories and setbacks with humility and grace, teaching me the true meaning of sportsmanship and resilience. Her memory will forever inspire me to strive for greatness." Lando spoke before sending a watery smile to her family and then passing the mic to Yuki, “Y/N was not just a competitor on the track; she was a true friend and a remarkable talent. Her spirit and dedication will forever inspire us all."

A montage featuring a collection of photographs spanning Y/N's life and career, capturing moments of joy, determination, and triumph both on and off the track. It included images of Y/N as a child, competing in karting competitions, celebrating victories on the podium, and forging friendships with fellow drivers and teammates. Candid shots of Y/N interacting with fans, signing autographs, and participating in charity events are also included, showcasing her warmth, generosity, and humanity.

Interspersed with the photographs are video clips of Y/N in action on the racetrack, showcasing her skill, agility, and competitive spirit. Footage from memorable races, thrilling overtakes, and championship-winning moments, is set against the backdrop of roaring engines and cheering crowds. Slow-motion shots of Y/N navigating hairpin turns, battling adverse weather conditions, and crossing the finish line in victory capture the essence of her prowess as a racing driver.

In addition to her achievements on the track, intimate glimpses into Y/N's personal life, highlighting moments of joy, love, and connection with family and friends. Images of Y/N celebrating holidays, milestones, and special occasions with loved ones, as well as candid snapshots of quiet moments of reflection and contemplation.

The montage concluded with a reflection on Y/N's legacy and impact on the world of motorsport, accompanied by a final video clip that encapsulates her enduring spirit and the indelible mark she left on the racing community.

Soon music began to play, some sang along and some cried hearing the lyrics. “Goodnight Sweetheart Goodnight", "The Thrill Is Gone", "Wind Beneath My Wings", and “You Raise Me Up".

Somewhere Over the Rainbow" by Israel Kamakawiwo'ole began to play and everyone stood as Y/N’s casket was wheeled to the back of the church. Soon people were escorted to the back to say their goodbyes before lining up outside of the church. There Y/N lay in an eternal slumber. She looked beautiful, her hair done to perfection as well as her makeup. She wore a dark navy blue dress, the same one she wore to the F1 award ceremony the year prior. Many people kissed her hand or forehead while whispering tear-filled goodbyes.

Her casket shined in the sun as the boys carried their fellow driver and friend out of the church and placed her in the back of the hearse. The car is a sleek Audi sedan, the Audi A8, chosen for its elegance and association with the Audi racing team. It was meticulously cleaned and polished for the occasion, with the Audi logo prominently displayed on the hood and doors. Black and silver ceremonial flags bearing the Audi emblem are affixed to the front fenders, fluttering gently in the breeze as the car leads the procession.

Y/N’s parents and siblings, Audi team members, fellow F1 drivers, and racing personnel travel in a convoy of vehicles provided by Audi, each meticulously maintained and adorned with custom decals and black ribbons. Additional vehicles, including Audi sedans and SUVs, follow closely behind, carrying team members, drivers, and their families, all wearing formal attire and displaying visible signs of mourning, black armbands, or lapel pins. Local law enforcement agencies coordinated with event organizers to ensure the safety and security of participants and spectators, maintaining order and facilitating the smooth passage of the procession through city streets and intersections.

Fans and supporters of Y/N gathered along the designated funeral route, lining the streets with flags, banners, and homemade signs bearing messages of love and remembrance. Some fans brought their vehicles to join the procession, decorating them with decals, flags, and tributes to Y/N, creating a moving tableau of solidarity and support.

Law enforcement officers from the local police department provide a formal escort for the funeral procession, comprising motorcycle officers, patrol cars, and even mounted police units. The lead motorcycle officers clear the way ahead of the procession, stopping traffic at intersections and directing pedestrians to maintain a respectful distance, while patrol cars follow alongside and behind the procession, ensuring that the route remains secure and orderly throughout its duration. The presence of law enforcement lends an air of solemnity and reverence to the proceedings, underscoring the significance of Y/N's passing and the importance of honoring her memory with dignity and respect.

A designated area within the cemetery, near Y/N's final resting place, is prepared for the graveside service. A simple altar is set up, adorned with floral arrangements and a photograph of Y/N during her first win as an F1 driver in Spa. Attendees gathered around in a semi-circle, with seating provided for elderly or disabled mourners.

Racing honors included the display of Y/N's racing helmet, gloves, or other memorabilia, as well as the revving of engines by fellow drivers in attendance, symbolizing a final salute to their colleague and friend.

Lewis, Charles, Lando, Max, Fernando, and Carlos carefully lower Y/N's casket onto the apparatus before the casket is lowered into the ground while mourners gather around to offer their final farewells. Roses were being tossed in the air towards her lowering casket as the hymn, Take Me To The King flowed through the air. The gravesite is adorned with flowers, wreaths, and racing-themed decorations, reflecting Y/N's passion for motorsports and the love and respect she had inspired in others.

Following the funeral, leading motorsport publications and broadcasters dedicated special segments and articles to Y/N's career, featuring highlights from her most memorable races and interviews with colleagues, competitors, and mentors who knew her well. A commemorative video montage showcasing Y/N's greatest achievements and defining moments played, accompanied by stirring music and narration honoring her legacy and lasting impact on the sport.

In the weeks following the funeral, the racing world slowly began to adjust to life without Y/N. Tributes continued to pour in, and the impact of Y/N's passing was felt deeply by all who knew her.

For Y/N's friends and family, finding closure was a difficult journey. They leaned on each other for support, cherishing the memories they shared with Y/N and finding solace in the knowledge that her legacy would live on.

As the F1 season continued, the absence of Y/N was keenly felt on the track. Competitors raced with heavy hearts, their minds filled with thoughts of their fallen comrade. But they knew that Y/N would want them to continue doing what they loved.

Throughout the season, tributes to Y/N were a common sight at racetracks around the world. From moments of silence to specially designed liveries, the racing community came together to honor the memory of the legendary driver.

As the season drew to a close, the battle for the championship intensified. Drivers pushed themselves to the limit, determined to claim victory in honor of Y/N's memory. It was a fitting tribute to a driver who had given so much to the sport.

As the dust settled on the season, the racing world took a moment to reflect on Y/N's legacy. Her impact on the sport was undeniable, and her memory would live on in the hearts of fans and drivers alike for years to come.

As the racing community mourned the loss of Y/N, they also looked to the future with hope and optimism. They knew that Y/N would want them to continue pushing the boundaries of the sport, always striving for greatness.

In the end, Y/N's legacy was not just about winning races or championships. It was about the passion, dedication, and sportsmanship she brought to the sport every day. Her spirit would forever be a guiding light for future generations of drivers.

“Though Y/N may no longer be with us, her spirit lives on in the hearts of all who knew her. She may have crossed the finish line for the final time, but her legacy will endure, inspiring generations of racers to come.” Charles spoke as he held his championship placing a hand over his heart having felt Y/N’s presence there one last time, the entire paddock felt her spirit. Warm and comforting as a final montage of her F1 career played on the screen in front of the world for the final time.

‘Goodnight, sweetheart

Well, it's time to go

Goodnight, sweetheart

Well, it's time to go

I hate to leave you, but I really must say

Oh, goodnight, sweetheart, goodnight’

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hi! i couldn't help myself so here is something with a bit of festive spirit. also i can't believe that is only a week left til christmas lmao

anyway, enjoy this one as well!

summary: y/n decided to finally reveal her feelings, a lot of miscommunication in the house of ferrari, fav red duo being completely chaotic (and all of that with christmas songs playing in the background)

warnings: none, its kinda fluffy at the end tho

pairing: charles leclerc x fem!ferraridriver

Even though there was only a week left until Christmas, the festive atmosphere was practically unnoticeable due to the amount of work still involved.

Although the season was over and most of the sporting events had passed, the work was still piling up and had no plans to end.

Y/N sat in the chill room, waiting for two interviews she was scheduled to have later that day. She had been at Ferrari's headquarters since the morning, recording materials for social media. Of course she was accompanied by Charles, who was currently lost somewhere.

At that moment it was to her advantage, as she was lying on the couch and browsing the Internet, looking for a Christmas gift for him. Which, by the way, was quite a challenge.

Y/N and Charles became teammates three years ago. Three years were enough for the couple to find a common language and, apart from working together, became friends. Even though they knew each other well, the issue of gifts always remained problematic. What's worse, the girl's love language was giving gifts and surprises, so she always tried to give the best gifts for various occasions. Charles, however, was a tough guy to please.

She sighed, closing another tab in her browser. Time was running out and she still had no specific gift or even an idea of what specific direction she could go. Especially since this year her task was much more difficult, because for several weeks Y/N had a problem with looking at Charles only as a friend. At the beginning, everyone is in denial that no, he's just a friend, there's nothing in common between us and nothing more serious will ever happen, but when you spend so much time together and the bond is so strong and emotional, it's hard not to fall head over heels in love.

Which in Y/N's case just happened.

The problem, however, was that the girl had absolutely no idea how to admit her feelings to her friend. So she decided that this year's Christmas gift would be perfect and meaningful enough for Charles to connect the dots and understand that the girl's feelings were beyond their friendship. At least this was the scenario Y/N had hoped for.

"You look like you just ran the race of the century"

Charles said, which brought his friend out of her thoughts. He held two cups of coffee in his hands, he gave one of them to the girl and plopped down next to her on the sofa.

"I think I need your help."

Y/N said and looked at him as her last resort, which he actually was.

"Something happened?"

He asked and his expression immediately became worried.

"What Christmas present would you be happy about?"

Charles frowned at her direct question.

"Are you asking what you should buy me for Christmas?"

"No, what should I buy for you, but what would a guy around your age with similar interests generally be happy with?"

It was obvious that the contacts in Leclerc's brain were working like crazy, but despite this, they were unable to understand the given command.

"I like someone and I would like to show it to him with a gift. And since I have no idea, I'm asking you for advice"

She explained, trying to sound very convincing. Of course she lied like hell but she assumed that it was darkest under the street lamp and if she played it right, Charles wouldn't guess anything and would also give her a great gift idea.

Leclerc, hearing her words, only nodded and took a sip of his coffee. It was obvious that he was thinking hard and really wanted to help her with the answer.

"Maybe a leather belt, a wallet?"

Y/N frowned.

"Would you be happy with a belt or a leather wallet?"

"I don't, but I'm trying to give you some ideas. I would be happy with a new tennis racket, mine is currently being repaired and I don't know if it's time for a new one."

"A tennis racket?"

Charles nodded, but then changed the subject completely.

"By the way, firstly, why I don't know anything about the fact that you like someone, secondly, why I didn't receive any photo for analysis and thirdly, if you want to show your feelings through a gift, then I think you should do something with your own hand. Or at least show that it means a lot to you"

Y/N analyzed his words carefully. The racket idea wasn't a bad idea, especially since she could have gone a step further and, in addition to the racket, bought them a stay on the court together. Charles tried many times to convince her to play with him, but Y/N had no idea how to play tennis and in her eyes, making a fool of herself on the first date was a bad idea to impress her love interest.

"You actually helped me, you know?"

The girl said and smiled at him. Charles probably helped her more than he expected.

"That's great because you could help me too."

He replied, glancing at her. Y/Ns stomach dropped to her throat, but she decided to act unfazed. In a second of inattention, everything could go to hell.

"Do you also need some gift inspiration?"

"Yes, and I have exactly the same problem as you."

Charles sighed and drank his coffee.

"Some time ago I met a girl. We met a few times and it seems to be nice between us. I would like to give her a gift so that she can see that I care."

"You didn't mention anything about dating anyone."

Y/N said, trying to adopt as neutral a tone as possible. However, her heart was pounding like crazy and she had no idea whether Charles was following her tactics and was actually asking her what she would like to get, whether he had actually met someone and would like to reveal his feelings soon.

"Neither do you, so we're even."

He replied and laughed.

The girl shifted on the couch, feeling her stomach hurt from nerves. She was about to continue talking to him when someone entered the room and informed her that everything for her interview was ready.

Y/N apologized to him and stood up, saying that they would come back to this conversation. However, she sincerely hoped that today was her last day at the headquarters and that she would not have to come here until the new year, which would mean that she would not have to be in Charles' company.

To be honest, she felt idiotic. What if Charles is actually dating someone? What an idiot she would look like if she admitted her feelings.

When she finished all her duties at the company, she returned to the hotel without a word. She spent the rest of the evening on social media searching for any photos or mentions of whether Charles Leclerc was currently dating anyone.

The lack of any information did not help her at all. His words kept drilling a hole in her head, causing all the pre-Christmas cheer to evaporate from her like a burst balloon.

Maybe she was in a bad mood, but at least she had the idea of a Christmas surprise off her mind. She also hoped that Charles' new friend would give him some great gift, for fuck's sake.

The girl threw the phone into the pillows and fell onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. The thoughts swirling in her head were interrupted by the sound of an incoming message. The notification "new message from: lord perceval" appeared on the screen

"You still haven't helped me with the gift."

"If you want to show your feelings through a gift, I think you should make something with your own hands. Or at least show that it means a lot to you."

She replied, quoting exactly what he had recommended to her a few hours earlier.

She locked her phone again and stuffed it under her pillow. Y/N hoped that by the time they met again, she would have gotten over her feelings and Charles would be her teammate again. And the teammate only.

The next day, the girl returned to Monaco, spending preparations for Christmas alone. This year she happened to be spending the holidays alone. Did it bother her much? Not particularly.

She decided to spend this time in peace and quiet. She kept her phone on airplane mode most of the time and she also avoided social media. Did she have any specific goal for this? The only goal was to avoid Charles, both direct contact with him and any mention of him.

On Christmas Eve morning, she went in search of a Christmas tree, which she bought, brought it herself and even installed it in the corner of the living room, wanting to prove her independence at all costs. Although it was all pricked by fresh, sharp needles, the tree still looked beautiful. While she was in the process of decorating it, she heard a knock on the door. She flinched almost so much that she almost dropped the bauble from her hands.

She hung it on a branch and went to open it. How surprised she was when standing in front of her was none other than Charles himself.

"Hey. Something happened that you are here?"

The girl asked, glancing at him.

"I guess so, since I haven't had any contact with you for several days."

"I've been busy. You know, Christmas and all that craziness."

Charles looked at her worriedly, trying to read the truth on her face that he felt like she was hiding from him.

"Everything's all right?"

Y/N just nodded.

"I'm just busy. I guess you are too, so run away to your place. You're probably planning a big family Christmas Eve."

"Can I go in?"

The girl sighed, knowing full well that she wouldn't get rid of him anytime soon. She walked deeper into the apartment, leaving the door open for him. She went to the Christmas tree and took another ornament out of the box and hung it on the tree.

Charles followed her without a word. There was silence inside and the only sign heralding Christmas Eve afternoon was the Christmas tree standing in the corner, which she was decorating in silence. There was no indication that Y/N would be expecting guests in a few hours, so he was surprised that if she was to catch a plane back to her hometown today, she should have been getting ready to leave long ago.

"How are you spending Christmas?"

He spoke after a moment, walking up to her. Without thinking, he took the bauble out of the box and carefully hung it as well on the Christmas tree.

"Here"

"When are the guests coming? I don't want to disturb you."

He laughed quietly, trying to lighten the atmosphere that seemed extremely thick to him. However, when he glanced at his friend, she was straightening the decorations on the tree with a sad expression on her face.

"Why did you come anyway?"

"What do you mean?"

Charles asked, frowning.

"From what you said, you have another girl you should be interested in."

The Monegasque was silent for a moment, having no idea what she was talking about. However, when he connected the dots, he understood what she meant.

"Are you the one who's jealous?"

Charles asked and he couldn't hide his smile. But she was absolutely not in a mood for jokes.

"I'm not jealous, I'm just stating a fact"

"As I see, your entire attention has been completely taken over by your love interest, because since the last time I saw you, you have only replied to me four times."

The girl remained silent, gritting her teeth. She felt like an idiot again.

"Talk to me Y\N, please"

Charles touched her arm, trying to get her attention. He was afraid that something bad was happening between them and he couldn't imagine losing his friend.

"I have nothing to tell you, Charles."

"Nothing, absolutely nothing?"

He asked, looking at her. When she shook her head, he let go of her arm and snorted.

"Wow, your new boyfriend material totally took you away from me."

"There's no new boyfriend material!"

Y/N exploded, no longer able to stand the stupidity that she herself allowed to come to fruition.

"There isn't any and there won't be any, at least not when you are there, damn it!"

"What do you mean?"

Leclerc frowned.

"I like you, idiot! I like you, a lot!"

Y/N felt tears in her eyes and a blush on her cheeks. She was angry with herself for not being able to stand it and gave vent to her emotions, she was sad knowing that she would face some rejection and she was ashamed that despite everything she gave in and confessed her feelings to him.

Charles smiled when he saw the person standing in front of him. Currently in a messy bun, with eyes full of tears, in red Christmas pajamas. And he wasn't smiling because he was amused by her feelings, not at all. He smiled with happiness, because he felt exactly the same.

He stepped closer to her and took her face in his hands, wiping her wet cheeks with his thumbs.

"You couldn't have told me that straight?"

"How could I tell you that I like you, we are friends!"

She said, breaking down into another wave of tears. Seeing his smile made her feel even worse.

"Do you find it so funny? I knew it, I knew perfectly well that it would be like this!"

Y/N wanted to break away from him, but he held her tightly. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, wanting her to finally calm down.

It worked magically, because the girl froze when she felt his lips on her. He pulled away from her after a moment and stroked her face with his thumbs.

"I like you too, crazy."

"Really?"

"Of course I do. Except I guess we had the exact same fears about revealing our feelings."

"But you said you were dating someone."

Y/N looked at him confused.

"I wanted to spite you. I was a little stung when you said you liked someone."

"I only asked because I wanted to know directly what you would be happy about. I wanted to give you a nice gift from which you could conclude that I like you."

Charles laughed and pulled her to him, hugging her tightly.

The girl squeezed her eyes shut and hugged him, breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry, it was totally stupid"

"For Christmas we should buy each other textbooks for successful communication"

Charles laughed, rubbing her back.

"Doesn't change the fact that you're probably busy today."

Y/N replied, pulling away from him and wiping the remaining tears from her face.

"Say hello to your family from me and wish them a Merry Christmas"

"You will be able to do it yourself. I invite you to join us"

He replied, handing her the last bauble from the box.

The girl looked at him uncertainly.

"I can't, Charles. I can't come empty-handed."

"I think your presence will be the best gift for everyone."

Y/N still wasn't convinced. However, he smiled reassuringly.

"Trust me"

She nodded and took the bauble from him, hanging it on the tree.

He hugged her and kissed her hair.

"Don't feel bad, from all this confusion I didn't manage to prepare any gift either. I didn't want to be a rival for your love interest."

He said and laughed quietly.

Y/N huffed and snuggled into him again.

Standing in each other's arms, they both couldn't believe that after such turmoil they finally managed to talk about their feelings. In an extremely twisted way, fortunately with a positive result. For both of them it was definitely the best gift in the world and the upcoming Christmas Eve evening looked really promising too.

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venusacrossthestars · 2 months

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right person wrong time? wrong person, a fine time.

Pairing- Charles Leclerc x fem!reader

WC- 2.2k

warnings- angst, Charles is an ass, swearing(?) italics represent flashbacks

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Its been a year, 3 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days since Charles broke your heart. Its been a year, 3 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days since you last saw him. Its been a year, 3 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days since he said, ‘its not you, its me.’ Its been a year, 3 months, 2 weeks, and 4 days and yet you can’t fall asleep without thinking what could have been.

All the traveling and distance was considered to be a curse during your relationship, now you were considering it a blessing. Monaco wasn’t a large country by any means, its own popularity along with its neighboring countries came from tourist, travelers, and summer home owners. Meaning it was the perfect place to blend in with the hundreds of passing faces. Here you were hoping to go unrecognized.

The first two weeks of your five week vacation were going swimmingly. You and a couple friends rented out a villa. You all swam, ate good food, shopped, sun tanned, everything you could imagine of a great vacation.

It was a Tuesday morning and you and your friends were sitting out on the patio at some brunch cafe that was quickly becoming your favorite spot in Monaco when your luck of being incognito had run out.

“Y/N?” you hear a familiar voice call out, and judging by the reactions of your friends you know exactly who it is.

Turning around in your seat to look up at the caller, you are greeted with the unfortunate sight of your ex-boyfriend.

“Charles?”

“Wow, its really you,” he seems surprised.

“Yup, in the flesh,” you chuckle out uncomfortably. You shoot a look ‘help what do I do’ at your friends.

“What are you doing here?”

“On vacation, trying to enjoy the slow season before the fall.”

“Oh that’s nice.”

“Yeah.” Neither of you say a word after that. Your friends attention split between you and your ex.

After a moment of silence it seems that Charles finally gets the memo that you would like to get back to brunch, “I’ll leave you be, hopefully I’ll see you around.”

You don’t reply, why would you lie and say you hoped to see him too? After the way things ended you were seriously hoping to never see Charles Leclerc ever again.

The past few weeks had been rocky, you knew that. Charles had been having a few couple of weeks. A DNF at his home race, a poor performing car, pressure from the fans. You understood it all to be frustrating. Your work hadn’t been easy either. Someone had split their coffee on your silk piece for your show, you had to spend a full 36 hours having to re-sew the entire thing by hand in order to make the deadline.

All you wanted right now was to curl up in your boyfriends arms, watch crappy tv and eat even crappier food. But it didn’t seem like any of that was going to be happening with the ominous ‘we need to talk’ text you got from Charles around lunch time.

When you entered the apartment it felt cold, empty, and overall unwelcoming. All the lights were off expect for the ones in the kitchen and sitting at the island was Charles with his head in his hands.

“Babe,” you began as you walked closer, “is everything ok? Your text gave me a bit of a start.”

Charles doesn't respond and you move to rest your hand on his shoulder, he flinches at the contact as if he is repulsed by your touch.

“I want to break-up,” Charles states out of the blue.

Time stops, you swear it. The clock that hangs on the wall doesn’t move nor make a sound, the dripping faucet doesn’t let a drop of water fall, the quiet humming of the air conditioner is absent. All is still, except your rapidly beating heart.

“What?” you croak out.

“Its not you, its me.” Charles simply states, back still turned to you.

“I find that hard to believe when you won’t even look me in the eyes.” You scoff, you can’t believe what you’re hearing.

Charles shoots out of his chair and faces you. His hands flying up in the air. “I want to break up!”

A “why?” escapes you pathetically.

“Its not you, its me.” he repeats. “The distance, me traveling for my job, you traveling for yours. It’s all too much. I’m not, I can’t do a relationship right now. It’s all too much.”

“Charles,we talked about this just say the words and I’ll drop it all for you. You know this.” You tell him, referring to your conversation from a few weeks back that how you would take less responsibilities at your job if he wanted you too.

“I can’t- I can’t do that to you.”

“Oh but you’ll throw a two year relationship away,” now your angry. He throws this at you out of the blue. No hints, no major changes in his behaviors, nothing.

“Y/N-” he beings but you are quick to cut him off.

“No, I deserve an explanation as to why this all of the sudden ‘this’ isn’t working.”

“Y/N” he tries again.

“It was all fine, yeah we had a few bad weeks but we have a gap week coming and maybe if we just try and relax we can-”

“Maybe its because I don’t love you!” Charles now interrupts you. “Maybe its because I never loved you.”

“Well now you are just being mean,” you weren’t going to cry. Why would you? It wasn’t like the man you have given your all too for the past two year was breaking your heart or anything? If you weren’t going to cry then what was running down your cheeks.

“It’s the truth.”

“You’re an ass. Typically Charles behavior. Run when things go though or don’t go your way. Too high and mighty.”

“You don’t know what its like to be me, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Then explain it to me! I have begged and begged you to let me in and all you do is push me away.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Then you’re right. Its not me, its you. Its always you.”

“Get out.”

“What so now your mad that I agree with you?”

“Get out,” Charles says again.

“Gladly.”

Two days have passed since you saw Charles at brunch and as much as you wanted to say it was nothing, you couldn’t. Seeing Charles brought up memories that you didn’t necessarily want to think about while on vacation.

Today everyone was off doing their own thing, so you had the great idea to wander along the beach. Well it was a great idea until you heard your name being called, once again by no one other than Charles.

Stopping in your tracks you turn to face the man who claimed he never loved you.

“Are you following me?”

Charles looks take aback by the question, “no?”

You hum and continue walking, Charles follows.

“I wasn’t kidding when I say it was nice to see you the other day. Its been a while, hasn’t it.”

“Yup.” Exactly-1 year, 3 months, 2 weeks, and now 6 days, you think to yourself.

“So how have you been, anything new?”

“Been good, headlining my own show. Collaborations, sketching up new designs, same old same old.”

“I saw. Congrats.”

“Thanks,” you curtly reply. “Anything new with you?” Ever since the break-up you avoided looking at anything Formula 1 related. You can tell by his reaction that he didn’t know that.

“Well, car is good this year. Still a little early to tell but I’ve got a good feeling about this year.”

“That’s nice.”

“Can we talk?”

“Is that not what we’re doing?”

“Well, I guess. I mean I want to apologize.”

This stops you, you really didn’t want to have this conversation right now. You really never wanted to have this conversation ever. You turn now fully facing Charles, squinting at him.

“I’m sorry for that night. I didn’t mean what I told you. You didn’t deserve any of what I said.”

“I didn’t.”

“That’s all you have to say?”

“And that’s all you have to offer as an apology, after all this time?”

“Well I’m not perfect.”

You scoff, “see that, that right there is how I know you aren’t sorry.”

“I am. I still love you. I was an ass. I was stressed. It was all too much. I truly wasn’t in the mindset to be in a relationship. I wanted to be a good boyfriend.”

“You wanted to be a good boyfriend?” You chuckle, “if you wanted to be a good boyfriend you would’ve told me what was going on.”

“You could’ve been a better girlfriend.”

Typical Charles, is all you can think to yourself. You are now seething, emotions that have been pushed down and down, now surfacing.

“I was willing to work it out,” you point at your chest, “all of the problems I was willing to work through for you. I was willing to ignore the hurtful words because I loved you. I would’ve left everything behind. All of it. If it meant being with you. So don’t tell me I could have been a ‘better girlfriend’, unbelievable.”

“Right person, wrong time.” Charles said quietly.

You actually laugh at his statement. Was he high? At the beginning you might’ve thought that too. You loved him so deeply that you were willing to over look his flaws. But that night, that faithful night when he ripped your heart out and ran it over with his Ferrari you realized that someone who loved you would never do what he did to you.

“No Charles, you were the wrong person at a fine time. The right person would try to work out their problems. The right person would listen to their girlfriends concerns. The right person wouldn’t tell the person they love, that they simply never loved them. The right person wouldn’t ask another woman to marry him not even a year later. And yet you stand here claiming to still love me. You wanted to be a good boyfriend, how about you focus on being a good fiance.”

A look of hurt flashed over Charles face and for a moment you almost felt bad for him. But he hadn’t felt bad when he broke your heart. He hadn’t felt bad when he said that he couldn’t do a relationship and travel. He held no remorse for you when not even a month later he was seen with another woman hanging off his arms. And you know for a fact that he held no remorse when 7 months later he was asking her to be his wife.

Yes, Charles the same man who told you that he wasn’t ready for a relationship was engaged to another woman. The same woman he was seen with not even a full month after he broke your heart. At first you thought he was cheating on you, who wouldn’t jump to that conclusion. But as much as you hated Charles he did surprisingly had morals. He might’ve met her when with you but you knew, mostly due to his hectic schedule, that he wasn’t cheating on you.

“Speaking of which, how is the wedding planning going. Its been how long since the two of you got engaged?” You ask. You know how long its been. You know you’re being petty. You know asking about the engagement is a low blow. You should be the bigger person but there is something about the way he is looking at you that fills you with rage and sadness.

“That’s none of your business.” Charles crosses his arms over his chest defensively.

“Well I would say this has been nice but lets not kid each other. Charles I do wish you the best with everything, but please, don’t ever talk to me again.”

You are quick to turn away, you don’t want to hear another word from him. This vacation was meant to be peaceful. You were meant to blend in and have fun. The last thing in the world you were expecting was to run into your ex.

The once beautiful country of Monaco had now been tainted by the unpleasant memories of a time past. And you knew that no matter how much you loved the atmosphere, the people, the culture that you would never be able to wash the memory of Charles away. Charles Leclerc has officially ruined Monaco for you.

That night after you recounted the story to your friends over a crappy bottle of tequila, you went to bed and did something you haven’t done for a year, 3 months, 2 weeks, and 6 days, you googled ‘Charles Leclerc’ and the first thing that that popped up might’ve been a surprise to everyone, but not you. “Charles Leclerc and long-time fiancée mutually call off engagement”.

And for the first time in a year, 3 months, 2 weeks, and 6 days you fell asleep not thinking of Charles Leclerc and what might’ve been.

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ghouloflove · 10 months

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when worlds collide.

in other words, the only female member of the biggest korean band in the world goes to formula 1 race in monaco with a friend; only to meet a certain ferrari driver.

pairing: charles leclerc x oc/fc (reader is an idol)

authors note: hello hello, this is me simply trying my attempt at sm aus! lately been fixated on f1, even trying to learn more about:) ofc a tiktok popped up abt charles then opps down the rabbit hole 🕳️ n recently found out that Wi (squid game actor) was at monaco this year so obviously I was like…..somethings cooking. then the 10th anniversary came for bts then again….something is being made. anyways hope you all like! (trying my best on remembering on certain ascents of the kpop social media goes cuz i'm not thatttt deep into it anymore!)

ps. soyeon is the actual name of the fc, i simply changed it to kim soyeon. check her and group out, G-IDLE! annndd her signature emoji is 🐻‍❄️! ALSO Monaco Grand Prix takes place three races into the 2023 season, for the sake of appropriate posts 🥴 this little sm au has its own race schedule for special purposes because lord knows I don't do well with dates so !!! but Im pretty sure all the race dates are the same, just the races switch spots :) and of course, google translated korean, french and italian will appear.

-enjoy.

part two. part three.

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s0ye0nnn monaco 🇲🇨 f1 race weekend with wi ! met some cool people and had some great laughs. first time but definitely not my last kekee

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wi_wi_wi why not redbull though!?

rkive we must go to one together!

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s0ye0nnn 🙌

luvusoye0n wowoww wishing u hadn’t gone on charles curse home race 🥲 he’s great tho!

tomholland2013 wonderful seeing you again! glad you had fun!

scuderiaferrari it was an absolute pleasure having you visit and chat with us at the padlock! 😎 team Ferrari, yes?

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s0yeonsluvr shes got incredible taste, as always 😌

charleslec01 idk who she is, except shes in a band but i like her already lol

mysticalyeon holdupholdup….chat? with who👀

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letsgossip_kpop [ ASIDE FROM GOSSIP, LET’S UPDATE ⬆️: Kim Soyeon, the only female member of BTS (an international sensation group), has recently attended the Formula 1’s Monaco Grand Prix over the weekend. With Wi Ha-Jun, star of Squid Games, she was spotted chatting with her previous co-star from the animated film Onward, Tom Holland and others such as Actor James Marsden (who she has been rumored to be featuring in a film with as his on-screen lover). It seems her most talked about conversation even by her close friend, Wi Ha-Jun—was with the Ferrari team and drivers, Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz. There are no sources on what the conversation contained but her friend Wi Ha-Jun comment on her recent instagram post suggests her team is now Ferrari, “Why not redbull though?!” Perhaps there will be more to be said once she and fellow member, Kim Namjoon, attend a Grand Prix together as shown in her comments. Will this remain just an update or turn into gossip? Stay tuned! - from your admin 🌱]

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charlecssss sooo….shes the only female in BTS? i remember seeing her around them all time pictures or videos of them came up but like…???

f0rmulatypee1 nice to see someone like her status get familiar with the sport, but hopefully she’ll turn team Redbull 🙏 the winners 🏆

s0yeonmyluv WHEN MY WOLDSS CLOOIDE 💀

k.f1.pop i was literally just saying what if F1 drivers had photocards 👹

letsgossip_kpop UPDATE ⬆️: Charles Leclerc, and Carlos Sainz have followed Kim Soyeon’s social media (Instagram and Twitter). Other drivers such as Lewis Hamiliton, Lando Norris and Zhou Guanyu have followed her before her recent introduction to Formula 1. (Admin 👾: my worlds have collided!)

maxverssstp fuck outtaa here, cirnge 🤢

lalaaland noooo this was the only place away from the freaks in kpop🥴

s0yeonnnbby idk y ppl r hating like…shes like everyone else, trying have a good time n yet ppl r mad that drivers r starting (AND BEEN) following her????🤠

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s0ye0nnn 10 years of pain. of comfort. of love. of heartbreak. of the highest of highs, to the scum of the earth lows. of questions, “can you do this?”, “is this the end?”, “can you handle this?”.

this group went from strangers to friends to family. i was the odd one out, most definitely. i was a girl in a group with seven boys. i was originally meant to leave the company but the man who believed we could become something pushed me into the group. it was strange—then it wasn’t.

year after year, we slowly formed a family. with one thing in common: we loved music. music has always been in my blood, even in my blood family. my found family has created melodies , poetry hidden in symbolic instrumentals and videos descriptive of what is and what is not.

within that, we found others like us. others that may not be in musical industry but found their place and home in our music—that is you, ARMY.

당신의 삶을 우리와 공유해 주셔서 감사합니다. 여전히 우리와 함께 걸어주셔서 감사합니다. 모두가 돌아올 때까지 기다려 주셔서 감사합니다. 💜 ( translation: Thank you for sharing your life with us. Thank you for still walking with us. Thanks for waiting for everyone to come back. )

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rkive beautiful words, 작은 곰 🐻‍❄️🤍

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s0ye0nnn 최고에게 배웠다 ! 🐨🤍 ( translation: learned from the best! )

b0anggtans enough to amke a grown woman 😢

thv 🐻‍❄️❤️

biassssjk the last photonnnn!!!!! idk y but thats so cute 🥹

purpuryouuu 10 yearsssss 😅 been here for 5💜💜💜

charles_leclerc Just began listening to your discography! Can’t wait for your future projects, solo and group! ❤️ Happy 10 years 😆

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s0ye0nnn come visit korea! some behind the scenes? 👀

cl16lucyyy aaARIAN WHAT U DOH G HERRE!?! 💀😭

f14liferrrr no charles!!! stay Way from kpoppiess! 🚫

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s0ye0nnn Australian Grand Prix 🇦🇺 with joonie! 🐨 was very fun, nice views and such great company (on and off track?) !

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rkive mercedes....🐻‍❄️

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s0ye0nnn hushhhhh k.f1.pop RM knows whatsup

scuderiaferrari It was an absolute pleasure having you with us! You must come again, lucky charm!

danielricciardo Despite opposite teams, it was so cool to meet and chat for awhile! Good laughs 😁

s0yoyoens slayed everyone, ate, left no crumbs, walk me like a dog!!!!!!

charles_leclerc I think your words helped a bit, haha 😉 Coming to next one?

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s0ye0nnn noooo, your talent! and of course, this is my new obsession! 😍 s0yeonmyluv SHUT UO NOW omfgggg WHAT WORDS?// KET ME INNNNN formula1n1mv charlesssss....you're approaching new and scary territory !!!

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i really hope you all enjoy this! this is sorta one of the social media au where it's a somewhat slow build because lets be honest, just meeting once and dating right after aint happening, plus who doesn't love the subtle growth of a friendship ;) oh and this universe of kpop are actually treated like humans by their company and can date but of course, haters are going hate plus Kim Soyeon is THAT bitch. ofc you are be her, that is essentially the purpose but i kinda dislike "y/n" idk just kinda makes it hard for me to make everything look good but dw just close ur eyes and imagineeeee, soyeon is just a fc for the posts keke. if you want to be tagged in the next part, comment and i'll do it! PART TWO IS ALREADY IN THE MAKING, LITERALLY ALMOST DONE WITH IT.

guide: i am always open to constructive criticism. i'm always down to learn how to better and try to implement them.

--and that world is yours, until next time.

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ithaqualovers · 9 months

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The Heart is Torn And Blood is Spilt

Tw: Self-esteem, Dacryphilia, Blood, Gore, Slight-smut, Mother-issues, PTSD.

((GUYS I DELETED THE OTHER ONE I POSTED BECAUSE I DECIDED TO FINISH IT ON ONE. XC... Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it because this is literally a LOT of writing xd || I reached 7.8k word count skdksk... Anyway, enjoy-)

While walking through the cold woods you hear the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. You can see your breath in the air, and you can feel the chill of the winter air. The scenery is breathtaking, and you pause for a moment to take it all in. You can hear the distant chirping of birds, and the crunch of snow under your feet. This place is so cold that you even wonder why it is so cold here. The season of spring has just begun, and it is not even the beginning of winter yet. Welp, welcome to the Plateau of Leng. It's known for its cold climate and mysterious atmosphere. It's a place like no other.

You continued your exploration of the Plateau of Leng, and you can feel the chill in the air. People here have adapted to the cold, and you can see them wearing thick clothing and furs. Even the animals of the Plateau have evolved to survive the cold temperatures. Even heard of the great old ones said to live in the depths of the Plateau of Leng, Ithaqua. They were said to be as old as the Plateau of Leng itself, and they were feared by the locals. But, meh. Ithaqua is nothing but a myth, a bedtime story parents tell their children to scare them into behaving.

As you went deeper into the Plateau of Leng, you started to understand why they were so afraid. The strange creatures, the eerie howls, and the sheer sense of dread that seemed to hang in the air. It was enough to make you think that maybe Ithaqua might not be just a myth after all. You started humming a song about Ithaqua, trying to distract yourself from the fear. “Ithaqua is not real! Ithaqua is just a story they tell! Nothing but a figment of our imagination.” You kept repeating the words to yourself, trying to make yourself feel better. But deep down, you weren't so sure.

Then a sudden gust of wind blew, pushing you back as if something unseen was passing by. You turned, looking for the source of the wind, but there was nothing there. You started to shiver, feeling a chill run down your spine. “.... Calm yourself, Y/n...” You took a few deep breaths, trying to steady your racing heart. You closed your eyes for a moment, and when you opened them again, all was still. You were alone, and the wind had passed. The terrifying trees around you rustled, the birds had all flown away, and the sun had disappeared behind the clouds.

A whistle that sounds like a bird is coming from behind the tall trees. You heard the noise and quickly spun around to find the source of the sound. "... Who's there?" Peering through the dense trees, you saw a silhouette in the distance. Fear gripped your heart as you took a step back, your eyes wide with terror. A chuckle and giggle echoed through the woods, followed by a faint whisper. “Don't fret. I promise I will not hurt you.”

The creature giggled and stepped out from behind the trees, revealing his horrifying appearance. He stares at your eyes with pale blue orbs behind the white mask. His long fingers beckoned you closer, and the faint smell of death hung in the air. “You have nothing to fear from me,” he said softly. You stepped back, fear coursing through your veins. You don't trust him, and your instincts tell you to run.

The creature smiled behind his mask and stepped closer. He giggled, a sinister sound that sent a chill up your spine. You turned and ran, not daring to look back until you were safely away. He watched you, a bemused expression on his face. “Someone help!” You yelled, but there was no one around. You stumbled and fell, your heart pounding as you looked back and saw the creature still watching you. You scrambled to your feet and ran faster.

"... I guess I have to chase you down." He sighed. Then the figure started chasing you. He was laughing like a maniac. His long slender hands pulled your hair tightly, making you fall to the snow-covered ground. You felt the cold snow against your skin as you tried to get away. He continued to laugh, a chilling sound that echoed around you, but he pinned your leg down using the large metallic blades that were bound to his legs. You screamed in terror as you felt the blade piercing your skin. Blood started to pour out of the wound as you tried to break free from his grip. You felt the coldness of the snow and the terror of the situation overwhelm you.

“You shouldn't have come here. These are my woods. I guard this forest.” He growled, pushing the blade deeper. You winced in pain, screaming out. He went closer to your face and snarled, “You should have thought twice before trespassing. You should have known better than to come here.” You looked up at his angry face and managed to squeak out a few words. “My apologies for trespassing into your forest! I was only here to explore the beauty of nature... I am sorry...”

He stopped pushing the blade. He seemed to calm down. He scratched the back of his hood and slowly raised his head, looking into the forest. But while you were pinned down and helpless beneath his blade, you remembered that this creature was the Ithaqua who had taken the lives of so many of the people. This figure was the one who the town feared most. “You are Ithaqua...?” You asked, your voice barely audible. The figure paused for a moment before nodding. “That's what they call me. Ithaqua, Wind-Walker, Death-Walker, I had been called by many names.” He looked down at you.

You weren't sure what to do. The figure seemed powerful and intimidating, and you were filled with fear. "You know... Some of you humans even worship me." He said with a laugh. “Hehehe.... And some of them tried to hunt me down.” You were left speechless, unsure of how to respond. “Hey? You there? Why so silent? Scared to talk to me?” He tilted his head. You were frozen in fear, unable to move or reply. He smiled behind the mask, and the air around him seemed to grow colder. “Come on, I'm not that scary,” he said, in a more sinister tone.

You were still pinned down, and you felt the blood slowly dripping down your leg and the pain increasing. He laughed and leaned in closer, his breath hot on your face. You could feel his presence looming over you, and it felt like your entire body was paralyzed. “You are interesting.” He stood up and pulled the blade from your leg. You winced in pain again as you felt the blade leave your leg.

“Can't get up?” He chuckled and said, “Let me take care of you.” He grabbed your arm and dragged you. Blood spilled on the snowy ground as he pulled you along. You were taken to a pond where the ice was slowly melting. He placed his ice axe on the ground and released your arm, then he sat down on the cold ground. He removed the bandages that are around the metallic stilts. After removing his stilts, he pulled your leg to the pond's edge and submerged it in the cold water.

You felt the cold sensation and immediately your leg was numb. You cried out in pain, but he ignored it and kept your leg in the water. You felt a sharp pain in your leg and then it subsided. He then removed your foot from the water and began to wrap it in bandages that were used on his stilts before. “There... All done! Hehe... You feel better now?” he asked. You nodded, still in shock from the pain. “I will be back; I'm just going to remove the blood from my blade.” He turned and walked away, leaving you to process the pain. You lay there, feeling a dull ache in your leg and trying to make sense of what had just happened.

Meanwhile, Ithaqua removed the blood stain from the large metallic blade from the pond. He had used the pond to cleanse the blade of your blood. Suddenly, something came into his mind, and he stared at the pond. He saw the reflection of a figure in the pond. It was himself, standing with the large metallic blade in his hands. He slowly removed his mask and looked deep into the reflection. His pale face, his pale eyes, and his pale locks flowed in the wind.

You were watching him from the other side of the pond. Looking down at the pond and appearing to be in deep thought, as if he were debating something in his head, you don't understand what he was doing. "I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him." You could hear him muttering. He was shaking his head as he continued to repeat the words. His jaw was clenching, and his eyes filled with tears. The grip on the blade in his hand was so tight. He raised his arm and hurled the blade into the pond with all his might. The ripples spread across the surface of the pond.

He slumped onto the ground, breathing heavily. His face was pale, and he was trembling. He sat there motionless, watching the ripples slowly fading away. You looked at him, wondering what had just happened. He seemed to be in shock, and you could see fear in his eyes. The hood of Ithaqua came down as his hands gripped his hair tightly. His breathing began to slow, and his trembling stopped. He looked up at you, his eyes wide with terror. “What are you looking at?” he whispered. When you saw the creature's face for the first time, he wasn't even a beast after all. You could see his humanity in his eyes, and you knew he was no monster. He was just broken, a victim of circumstance.

Even though he hurt your leg, you couldn't help but feel pity for him. “... Is there something wrong...?” You asked with your voice slightly trembling from the cold. In the middle of a pond on the other side of the lake, while you two sat there staring at each other in silence. As the cold winter forest surrounded the two of you, the tall trees swayed in the wind. You could feel the chill of the air. The only sound you could hear was the rustling of the leaves.

He slowly opened his mouth and said, “It's nothing.” He looked away, and you could see a hint of sadness in his eyes. “Is there something bothering you?” You asked. He shook his head, refusing to meet your gaze. “Nothing is bothering me.” He glared at you. You sighed and looked away. You knew he was lying, but you didn't want to push him. You decided to give him some space and not press the issue.

“....” He slowly put his mask back on. He stood up and began to walk towards you. He stopped in front of you and looked you in the eyes. Then he grabbed his ice axe which was beside you. You looked at him nervously, not knowing what to expect. The wound on your leg, which was wrapped in a bandage. He carefully examined it before looking back at you again. “You are really interesting...” He put his ice axe on his shoulder and then leaned in closer. “You look pitiful...” He whispered and smiled behind the mask. “Feeling so pity for me...”

He giggled. “You do not have to feel pity for me.” He gently brushed his fingers against the bandage. “In fact,” he said, “you are the one who needs pity.” He stood up and said, “You are hurt and helpless... Cannot stand very well." He chuckled and laughed as he was mocking you. You looked away, embarrassed, but he didn't seem to notice. He continued, “Hehe... You can't do much, can you?” He smiled, amused by your discomfort. “You know what? I'll just keep you here with me, that way I won't have to fret about you running away again.” You felt a chill run down your spine as his words hit you.

“Keep me?” You asked, feeling a wave of panic wash over you. He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine. A sinister glint lit his eyes behind the mask as he replied, “Yes, keep you as mine.” He moved closer to you, his breathing heavy as he towered over you. “You will stay with me forever.” He said, his voice a low growl. You shook your head, trying to move away from him but he was too close. You felt your heart pounding in your chest and fear taking over as you realized that you were trapped. He reached out his hand and grabbed your arm while his other arm carried the two large blades, a cruel smirk behind the white mask.

“I am going to keep you as my company.” He started dragging you again. “No, no, no!” You started struggling, trying to break free from his grasp, but his grip was too strong. You screamed for help, but no one was there to hear you. And of course, you are in the middle of the forest. He started to laugh, a menacing laugh. You felt your heart racing as he dragged you away, not knowing what was in store for you. You were terrified. "I guess I just found myself a little friend, aren't we?” He glanced at you while dragging you deeper into the woods.

He stopped in front of a broken-down cabin, opened the door and pushed you in. You stumbled and fell onto the ground.

“Stay here, and I will be back.” Before he shut the door you suddenly spoke.

“W..Where are you going...?”

“That's none of your concern.”

He slammed the door shut and you heard him laughing as he walked away. You lay there, shaking, as you heard him walking further away.

As Ithaqua locked you up in a broken-down cabin, you never found a way out of this place. Instead, you crawl on top of a mattress infested with bugs. You lay there in the dark, unable to move, feeling the bugs crawling on your skin. The wind outside howls like a ghost, and you start to hear scratching and gnawing from below. You sleep fitfully, not knowing what horrors this day will bring.

A few hours later, a sudden thud came outside. The door creaks open, and someone enters the room. You woke up and heard the voice of a male that took you, “Fret not. It's just me, Ithaqua.” He said his voice like a distant whisper. A blood stain covered his outfit and blood dripped down the chin of the mask he was wearing. A gory intestine hung from the sharp blade of his long weapon. A scream escaped your lips as you shrieked in fear. “DON'T KILL ME!” You trembled in fear, unable to move. Ithaqua chuckled. “My word, you really fear the sight of blood, do you not?” He moved forward, dragging the severed arm and intestines through the broken-down door, leaving pieces and blood behind on the floor. The sharp, metallic smell reached your nostrils. He held the arm and intestines in front of your eyes, forcing you to stare at them. “Does this bother you?” You couldn't take your eyes away, shaking with fear as tears streamed down your face.

You could feel yourself going into shock as Ithaqua continued to laugh at your terror. “W-What is this...? Who are these people you've killed...?” You asked. Ithaqua tilted his head, still smiling. But his eyes were hidden behind his featureless mask. In fact, there was something unsettling in his entire demeanor, perhaps because of the brutality of the situation. “I don't normally kill people at all,” he replied in a flat tone of voice. “These must've been foolish travelers who entered my barbaric forest without permission.” He gestured around him, his gloved hand gesturing towards the torn-up inside of the cabin.

Blood was dripping down from the ceiling above. You looked up at the ceiling in horror. Your mind feels like it's spinning, trying to comprehend what exactly happened here. These corpses must have been his victims and were hidden in this cabin. No wonder it stinks here. You shivered at the thought and looked back at him. “So... These people... you killed-” Suddenly your words stopped when he spoke so suddenly “They must've been foolish enough to enter my forest without permission.” His expression became serious, his tone shifting to one of deadly seriousness. “I must have no witnesses to my presence. No one can be allowed to leave here alive. These people have already gotten too close.” He stepped closer, kneeling down so his eyes were level with yours.

“But you... you were unlucky, but not foolish. What is your name?” You paused, looking into his icy-blue irises pupils. Then you spoke. “My name is... Y/n” you said hesitantly. Ithaqua kept looking into your eyes, studying your expression. Then, he reached your hand, moving your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear. His finger lightly brushed your jawline. “A unique name. But your name is not necessary for now. From now on, you are my captive, and I will be your keeper.” His voice was quiet and calm, but it made your skin crawl.

You were too scared to move, so you just stayed rooted to the spot, your breath coming in shallow gasps. You felt a chill go down your spine when he touched you, and you closed your eyes, trying to suppress the fear. Ithaqua smiled. The mask he wore, painted with two, cold, unblinking, almond-shaped eyes, almost looked friendly when he did this. You felt a sudden wave of calm wash over you. “Don't fear me. I would not hurt you.” His breath brushed your hairline. You opened your eyes, meeting Ithaqua's gaze. You weren't even so sure if you should trust him. He's creepy yet something's wrong with him.

You spoke softly, “What are you going to do to me?” Ithaqua laughed. The sound was harsh and loud, like the wind howling outside. “How could you even ask such a thing? I will keep you. As my captive. No one will ever touch you, let alone see you. You will be mine and mine alone.” He got closer. The stench of blood was faint on his clothes. He wrapped a hand around your chin, cradling it. “You look... quite pretty, I must say.” He chuckled again. His grip tightened your chin, as the nails of his gloves digging into your skin. You muffled a cry of pain, not wanting to make a sound.

You felt your heart racing, fear coursing through your veins. Ithaqua chuckled again, his hand squeezing your chin as the nails pierced your skin. You felt pain, but no blood could be seen on his gloves. It was as if he were trying to hurt you yet doing no damage at all. “Such a frail little thing, you are. Just looking at you brings forth an urge to destroy you, in order to watch you crumble.” His tone was serious. You felt his fingers tighten further. “But... you are far too precious to be destroyed. At least, not yet.” He released your chin, and the pain subsided.

You put your hand to your chin, feeling the pain he had caused. Breathlessly, looked up into his eyes, feeling the intensity of his gaze. The tears in your eyes were cold on your hot cheeks. Ithaqua laughed, his harsh, cold voice echoing through the small room. You were still unable to move, and he came even closer, his gloved hand caressing the side of your face. “Such a sweet little cry you made,” he whispered. “And such beautiful eyes, Y/n.” He let his fingers trace the pattern of your tear tracks. His touch sent shivers down your spine. You wanted to pull away, but you were held in place by his gaze.

Suddenly, something changed Ithaqua's mind, and he pulled away from you. The way you cried out for help had an effect on him and he stepped away. He had a moment of hesitation, as if he remembered something in his past. His mother's face flashed in his mind, and he knew he had to let go. Ithaqua seemed deep in thought. His hand slowly retreated, leaving you alone and free to move again.

His eyes flickered with memories of his past. A sense of loss was evident in his expression. He was holding onto a memory. Of a moment when he felt love for the very first time. His mother's eyes were filled with worry and sadness. You saw him for the first time. Not the monster. But something else. Human. Your body shook with fear, but you could not look away. There was something about him that you didn't understand. Why was he silent all of a sudden? You wanted to ask him what was wrong, but you couldn't find the words. You just sat there on the mattress, looking at his pale blue pupils. Ithaqua, for the first time, felt his facade crack.

The mask he hid his real face behind was faltering. He felt something at that moment that he hadn't felt in countless centuries. A sense of compassion. A sense of love. And it scared him. Of course, he has felt love in the past. The kind of love only a mother can feel for a child. "I-" He cleared his throat. "I believe I've made a mistake. You are not one of the fools." He walked towards the doorway, turning his back on you. But what does he mean that “You are not one of the fools”? What was he talking about? “Huh?” It is the only word you managed to say. “You are precious to me. You remind me of her...” He opened the door, letting the cold wind enter and sweep through the cabin. But instead of leaving you, he walked towards you. His expression was filled with emotions, hard to decipher. Your eyes widened in surprise. Who is her? You thought about asking but you were too afraid. You were confused and scared, yet you felt a strange warmth in your chest. Ithaqua slowly crouched, putting a finger on your face.

You felt the rough leather of his glove. You felt his touch on your skin. The sense of warmth only increased. He looked at you, seemingly studying your every curve and detail. At that moment, you felt loved. “You remind me... of my mother.” He spoke softly. His tone was quiet and gentle. “Your innocence was just like hers.” You blinked, too surprised and overwhelmed to respond. Eyes narrowed as you looked away from him, not knowing what to say or do. You were still scared due to the gory scene and his bloody appearance, and the severed arm on the floor was still... there... Ithaqua saw your still-scared expression, and he noticed that. He reached towards the severed limb, picking it up without looking at your deadened face. With a quick motion, he threw the arm outside through the doorway, shutting the door immediately after. Then he turned back to you, his body almost touching yours and his expression serious. “I’m sorry, Y/n.” He leaned in closer, looking deep into your eyes. “My behavior was inexcusable..” You felt the sense of love overwhelming you.

What was happening? Was he trying to be gentle? You hadn't felt this before. You never understood why, but you couldn't help but feel drawn to him at that moment. His sudden change was confusing to you. You remembered when the two of you were at the pond where he was staring at himself on the water, and a sudden act that he had taken that you didn't understand. He was like a mystery to you. Ithaqua smiled. It wasn't the same cruel smile he had worn before. His gaze lowered to your hair, then to your face. He seemed sad. He reached out a hand towards you, caressing your skin with the back of his fingers. “Come...” Ithaqua's voice was soft and gentle. “I have something to show you.” He held out a hand towards you as if asking you to follow. You hesitated, looking at him before looking down at your leg which was wrapped in bandages, yet you can't even be able to walk.

“You see that I cannot walk...” You spoke, “Are you going to drag me again like a ragdoll?” Ithaqua raised an eyebrow. “You're quite dramatic, aren't you? No worries, I'll just lift you up, and we'll be off.” He sounded a bit annoyed with your words, but his expression was calm again. “It's not like I'll kill you or anything. At least, not now.” With that, he picked you up as if you were a sack of potatoes. He was strong. Well... Even though he has bony arms. You felt a little embarrassed and ashamed of your outburst, but it was too late. You wrapped your arms around his hood, and he started walking with you in tow. “Where are you taking me?” You asked.

Are you always this naïve? A gust of strong wind opened the door as he went outside with you carrying you in his arms. His boots crunched against the snow as he walked with you in the cold forest. But you felt a strange warmth and comfort in his arms as he carried you. He didn't respond to your question, instead, he kept walking for miles until he stopped in front of a large log. Beside the log, you saw two snowmen. The big snowman had two red feathers on its head and pieces of green fruits hanging on its face and it seemed like it was hugging the little snowman. Ithaqua walked with you in his arms, your weight on his hands. The cold wind was brushing against your bare legs, but his body provided warmth and comfort. Ithaqua eventually stopped, setting you down next to the large log.

You looked up at the snowmen, which you hadn't noticed before. "What are those snowmen?" You asked curiously, staring at both the large snowman with the two red feathers and the smaller snowman. They seemed to have embraced each other. Their eyes closed like they were happy together. It was almost poetic. A smile spread across Ithaqua's face as you admired the snowmen. He was thinking about his mother. A sense of guilt and sorrow was evident in his eyes. “These... these are snowmen I made a long time ago, when I still lived with my mother.” He seemed nostalgic. He knelt in front of the snowmen, slowly stroking the large one's face. You watched silently, trying to imagine what it must have been like for him. “I am sorry for your lost.” You whispered, trying to give him some comfort. Ithaqua looked up at you, smiling softly behind the featureless mask.

You felt the sense of warmth coming from him. The grief was still evident on his face, even though years had passed since his mother's death. “I would give up everything... just to experience the same affection again.” He whispered. He looked at both snowmen, stroking their faces and wiping the snow from their eyes. “I miss my mother... I wish... things were different...” You could hear the heartbreak and sorrow in his voice.

You really felt for him. You wanted to tell him that everything would be okay, but you didn't. You just stayed there, in silence, and let him grieve. Ithaqua stayed that way, grieving and remembering the only person he had felt love for. Your sense of compassion and empathy was surprising to you. Ithaqua, the cold and cruel killer? The creature of the night, with no emotions? It was strange to see this side of him. And you wanted to feel this kind of love from him. You didn't know why. But you wanted it. His eyes were still filled with grief as he looked at the snowmen. He seemed to remember their faces, their smiles, and most importantly, the love his mother felt for him.

After a few moments, he stood back up. His gaze was serious again as if returning to his usual demeanor. “Shall I carry you back to the cabin?” he asked politely, looking down at you. You nodded, “... Sure.” You looked up at him. You felt a deep connection to him and his pain. Now, you understood what it was like to be without love, and you wanted to be able to give it to him. Ithaqua kneeled once again, picking you up with ease. Your legs dangled beneath his arms as he stood up. The wind brushed against both of you, but you felt the heat emanating from him. “Come.” He spoke. His tone had changed again, from soft and calm to harsh and cold again. “We must not dawdle.” He turned around, carrying you, and started heading back to the cabin.

The snow crunched in every step he took. You were too scared to say anything, so you stayed quiet and did as he said. He soon arrived at the broken cabin and entered. There was no warm and inviting fire, no comforting smell of food, only a chill in the air and the sound of the wind outside and the smell of blood.

Your mind was filled with uneasiness. The cabin was filled with silence, apart from the howling of the outside wind and the crunching of the snow beneath Ithaqua's feet. You couldn't see as he entered with you in his arms. The cabin was cold. But the sense of warmth was everywhere. You could feel it coming from Ithaqua. You heard Ithaqua place you on a bed, and then he sat on the foot of it. His body emanated a feeling of warmth and you felt yourself relaxed a bit, your uneasiness slowly fading away.

You narrowed your eyes as you looked at his white bloody mask. “Why are you wearing your mask even when you're alone with me?” you asked. “Is there something that really bothers you? You've been acting so strangely like a while ago when we were at the pond... And I heard you muttering about... someone. Who was he?” Ithaqua turned his head to you, his mask facing you.

Your question seemed to surprise him, the expression on his face changing. Ithaqua's body tensed, and you could feel the heat emanating from him disappear immediately. “That was... nothing,” Ithaqua whispered. “As for why I wear my mask... it is a part of me. I feel incomplete without it.” His voice was cold again. He stared you down, his tone stern and harsh. "It would be in your best interest not to ask about things that do not concern you, Y/n." You didn't heed his warning at all. “I am curious,” you said, your voice unwavering. “Who is he?” Ithaqua’s eyes widened, and his jaw clenched.

Without another word, he grabbed his long weapon, the ice axe, and pointed the blade at you. “We DO NOT speak about HIM. He's a fool, nothing but a devil WHO WORE MY FACE.” He spat out the words, his fury radiating in the air. “And this? This mask you're talking about? I keep my ugly face to be hidden. DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ME?” An unexpected surge of rage came over him. His eyes were wild, and his expression was menacing behind the mask. He was trembling with rage, and he seemed ready to strike. His past had been a hard one and this was a reminder of it.

Ithaqua's rage was evident. His body was shaking as he tightened his grip on his axe. Ithaqua's voice was loud and aggressive, his mask hiding his expression. You felt his anger like a heavy weight on you, as he stood up, his body moving towards the foot of your bed while he pointed his axe at you. Your heart was pumping, as his rage seemed to grow with every angry word he spoke. It was like he became a different person. “WHY must you provoke me, by bringing up HE WHO SHALL NOT BE MENTIONED?!” His voice was loud, and you trembled in fear. You had no idea what was going to happen next - it felt like your life was on the line. “My apologies... I should not let my curiosity get in the way”, you replied timidly. “I am sorry.” You looked away, tears streaming down your face. Ithaqua doesn't want to talk about the man that you were curious about. His past seemed to have caught up with him, and the air was tense.

Ithaqua remembered that day when that man led a mob to his house and took away his mother. Ithaqua could feel his heart racing, as he was reminded of the pain he faced. He saw your tears and looked at you. The anger was still prevalent on his mask, as his expression remained cold. Your uneasiness returned as you looked at him. You could see his body trembling in rage. He held the axe tightly as if he would use it any time now. He seemed to calm down. His mask made it difficult to read his expressions. “This is the last time I'm going to warn you. Don't mention him. Ever.” His voice was like a whisper.

He seemed serious, and his rage was still evident under his breath. You nodded, not wanting to provoke him further. You moved away slowly, the insects on the mattress swarming around you. Fear crept up your spine as you removed your gaze from him. You didn't mind the insects crawling on you. Ithaqua calmed down even more. His rage settled as he stared at you, his hands gripping the axe. You could see a hint of sadness in his body. As if he was thinking about something. But what? You could see the emotions slowly creeping up on Ithaqua's mask, as he seemed calm but not completely relaxed. He was trying to regain himself. The insects on the bed seemed to be moving around your body. The insects swarmed around your feet.

You didn't mind their presence, as they didn't harm you. The sense of uneasiness returned. Ithaqua's grip on the axe loosened and he stepped back, his gaze softening. He sighed, and his shoulders slumped in resignation. He set the axe down and removed his cloak, letting it fall into the cold ground. He only kept the white mask on his face, turning to look at you. He sat down on the mattress next to you as he reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face. His touch was cold like ice and yet gentle. Ithaqua seemed much calmer now. His body was no longer trembling in anger. His gaze was still solemn, but not filled with cold rage. His touch was gentle and soft, and the warmth was coming back. It was as if he was regaining his usual demeanor. He looked you in the eyes, his mask hiding his expression. Ithaqua was gentle as he brushed your hair away. “My mother always used to do this to... comfort me.” He slowly sat on the bed, looking at you. His mask hid the sorrow in his eyes. He had a distant look on his face as if reminiscing about a distant past.

You glanced at him; his eyes were filled with sadness. Then you suddenly placed your hand on his head, patting him gently. “... Do you want to lay your head on my lap?” You asked as you turned to look back into his pale blue eyes. Ithaqua was surprised by your question. He seemed taken aback as he felt your hand patting his head. He slowly nodded. “Yes... if that's okay.” He turned his head as you gently placed his head on your lap. He felt your hand stroking his mask. Ithaqua remembered the past and all he and his mother had to endure. His mind flashed, a memory of his mother brushing his hair and patting his head, comforting him. He could almost feel his mother again. You smiled warmly at him, but you never felt so close being with the male who held you as a captive. He just wanted someone to love him again.

Slowly, you take off the white bloody mask from his face, revealing his pale face, his cold lips, and his icy-blue eyes as you pull it off from his face. He was quite shocked to see you taking off the mask. You then gently stroke his wavy platinum hair to comfort him. Ithaqua was surprised by your action. You were the first one to see his true face. It was the first time you saw his beauty. He was handsome, despite the cold expression on his face. Ithaqua's eyes widened as he looked at you, his pale blue eyes staring intently at you. “What... You...” The words struggled to come out of his mouth as he was breathless. “You are beautiful.” You finally admitted as you whispered softly and smiled, “even with or without the mask.” You moved your hand away from his hair and placed it on his cheek. Ithaqua's cheeks turned red.

A sense of embarrassment came over him as he felt your hands on his face. He never felt anyone's touch other than his mother's touch. “You shouldn't... see this...” He whispered as he tried to reach for the mask you took off. The joy and embarrassment in his voice were evident. There was even a hint of shyness in his tone and words. You could see his eyes light up again. You smiled at him and reassured him that it was alright. “No, it is alright. I wanted to see the real you,” you said. “You are a beautiful man. You shouldn't fear who you are.” Ithaqua's face was filled with joy, happiness, and love. He blushed a bit, as he looked at you. His eyes filled with light. “I... I shouldn't hide behind this mask. It's not who I am...” He took your hand that was on his cheek, holding it in his hand and caressing your hand. “Thanks anyway...” You could just hear his voice filled with emotions. Joy and love. You felt his heart beating, and you felt his heat emanating from his chest. You looked into his eyes, and you both knew.

You felt the connection between you two. You moved closer to his face. “You are welcome.” His heart was beating faster, as the feelings were mutual. He moved closer to you, putting away his mask, and placing it down on the mattress so his lips were close to yours. He was holding your hand, as he caressed your cheek gently. “I have never felt like this before..” He whispered. His warm breath brushed your skin, as he gave you a slight gaze. You felt a sense of affection emanating from him. He gently placed his other hand on your neck, his fingers caressing your skin. It was like he was trying to comfort you. He was blushing a bit and smiling with his eyes closed. His voice was soft and gentle, like a whisper in the night. You could feel your heart racing, as you started to blush too. You leaned in and suddenly kissed him. His lips were cold, but your warmth spread through them. Ithaqua closed his eyes, as you kissed him. His lips were soft and cold against your lips. You could feel the affection radiating from him and your warmth spread through his lips. As you broke the kiss, you could see both of you breathing heavily.

A sense of affection and happiness had spread across both of you. Ithaqua placed his hand on your cheek again, as you both stared at each other. “You made me feel so alive...” He whispered, smiling a bit. His eyes twinkled as he said those words. You smiled back, as you intertwined your hands with his. He stood up and pulled you closer and kissed you again. His lips were gentle yet firm. Your touch sent a shiver through his body, as a wave of passion rushed through his blood. Ithaqua's arms wrapped around your waist, as he pulled you close in kiss again. His lips were firm, with a tender and gentle touch. His hands caressed your cheeks softly, as he kissed you with love and passion. “You're so beautiful...” He whispered. “Please, never leave me... I'm sorry..”

The words of desperation slipped from his mouth. Your touch was heavenly. You embraced him tightly, feeling his heart beating against your chest. You whispered back, "I am here, I am not going anywhere. I will stay with you always." You smiled. He let out a sigh of relief and smiled back, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You held him close, giving him the comfort, he needed. He then started kissing and gently biting your neck. You felt his love and warmth radiating through you, and you melted into his embrace. Ithaqua's heart was racing, as you melted into his embrace. His body was shaking, and your love was so warm and passionate. He had never felt love, kindness, or affection for so long. Ithaqua's teeth lightly trailed along your neck, as he kissed and gently bit them. His slender hands caressed your hips, as he hugged you tightly. He was like a man starving for affection, and you were his first meal. He didn't want to let you go.

You looked into his eyes and saw the longing he had. He slowly pushed you onto the mattress and leaned closer to you. You ran your hands through his wavy white locks and kissed him deeply. His lips were cold but sweet, with a touch of passion in them. He was almost like a hungry animal, as his hands caressed and held your hips. He looked at you passionately, like a man thirsting for compassion and love. A touch, a caress, and a hug that he hadn't had for so long. Ithaqua's lips touched you, as you both gave in to passion and love. His eyes closed tightly as he gave you a tight hug, as his hands went up your body, caressing your thighs. Your body quivered in pleasure as his touch sent a shiver down your spine. You could feel his heart beating quickly against your chest as you embraced each other. He continued to caress you, as your warmth was spread across his body. He gave you a gentle kiss, before pulling himself towards you. The sound of his heartbeat sounded like a drum in your ears. He ran his hands through your hair, his arms wrapped around you. He wanted you to know how loved you were, and to caress every inch of you.

You could feel his fingers running up and down along your thighs and stomach. “Y/n...” He whispered with a hint of lust. His breath was hot against your neck as he lightly kissed it. His hands moved lower until they were resting just above your clothes. You could feel the anticipation building as he looked into your eyes. His fingers lightly traced the edge of your clothes, as his mouth was still caressing your neck slightly. His breath was hot, and his touch sent a shiver across your body. You could feel anticipation in his body, as his touch was getting more aggressive. He then broke the kiss, and his icy eyes met yours with a look of lust. His hands moved lower and started taking off your clothes. He then pushed them off your body, and you felt a wave of pleasure as his hands moved over your skin. His mouth followed, trailing kisses across your body. His hands moved around your body, exploring and caressing as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear. You felt yourself getting lost in the moment, lost in the sensation of his touch. You felt like you were about to cry from his touch, yet you did. As your tears fell, he got even more excited.

Ithaqua's touch was addictive, as his hands caressed and touched you more. He was slowly discovering your body, your curves, and your sensitive spots as he kissed and caressed your body. You were like heaven to his touch... He could feel his heart racing and his passion rising up inside him. As your tears dropped, his hand caressed your face as he looked deeply into your eyes. He was trying to be gentle with you. You felt the tears slowly drop from your eyes. He then kissed your eyes and kissed away your tears. Is this what love felt like? You felt overwhelmed with emotion, and you embraced him tightly. He felt his heart swell with emotion and held you close. You knew this moment was special and would never forget it. You both knew that this was the beginning of something beautiful. His heart was beating out of his chest. A wave of emotions was flowing through his veins as you held him close.

As he felt your hands embrace him, it was all he needed at that moment. He wanted it to stay that way forever. His mouth slowly traced your neck and shoulders. His touch was light, as his tongue danced along your skin. Ithaqua's hands caressed your face again... your cheeks, your nose, your lips... as his love and passion were growing for you. Did you really have fallen in love with a man-killing beast? You looked into his eyes and could feel the love radiating from them. You knew you had fallen in love with him. You wanted to comfort him, to tell him that you would always be there for him. Now, you understand him. He was an abominable snowman, the beast who lurked on the Plateau of Leng, yet you felt a connection between the two of you. He was no longer a monster, but a loved one. Ithaqua was losing his inhibitions. He let go of his fears, his demons and his darkness, all to be with you. He had been loved finally, by someone. He wanted to comfort you, to hold you, to hug you and never let you go. You were like a Lenten Rose, a wildflower that grows in the snow. Every minute spent with you felt like an eternity.

“I'm sorry for being harsh and for hurting you earlier,” he said. He held you tightly, as tears started streaming down his face. His heart was filled with love, and he knew he never wanted to let go. “Promise me, Y/n. That you will stay with me.” He gazed into your eyes, his own filled with regret and sorrow. “I do not want to lose you like I lose her.”

#identity v ithaqua #idv night watch #ithaqua idv #ithaqua x reader #idv x you #identity v night watch #idv smut #idv angst

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golden-ariess · 7 months

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Worth It

Pairings: Stalker! I.T Steve

Warnings: Lurking/ Stalking (Please do not read if any of this content is triggering to you!)

A/n: Hello! It's been such a long time since I've shared anything. I'm at work. I sat down this morning and decided to write this instead of doing anything at my desk 👀.

Enjoy!

(Steve just wants to see you happy after all)

Waking up an hour early would be worth it.

Listening to finance bros drone on and on about their latest trade, and how much they expected in returns at 7 am loudly in the buildings coffee shop was worth it.

Nearly spilling his own drink trying to make it to your desk in time was worth it.

Seeing your smile would be his special treat for the day.

Steve slipped into your office under the covers of the early morning hours. Making brisk work of placing your favorite fall drink on your desk before anyone arrives in your department.

The week wasn't kind to you. Steve watched as you received email after email asking you to cover for your colleague, who picked up a bug that's been making its way around the office.

To say you were stressed was an understatement.

Steve was worried about you. You were the first to come in and the last to leave. You hadn't even logged into your Netflix account to watch your usual shows. Steve was missing spending that time with you. Simultaneously putting on whatever show you decided to watch. He didn't feel as close to you this week.

He was hoping this hot cup of your favorite fall drink would help brighten your gloomy week.

He quickly grabbed a sticky note and scribbled a note for you. He had to get out of your office, but not before cutting your webcam on. He couldn't wait to see you this morning.

Friday.. you felt like you could see the light at the end of the tunnel. This week was hellish, but Friday, your sweet savior had arrived.

You made your way through the office flicking on lights, opening the blinds. Today would be a good day, you could feel it.

Moving briskly to your office door. Your mind raced, a long list already forming of a million things in mind to get wrapped up today.

Sitting down with your purse and keys. You noticed a large Starbucks cup sitting at the end of your desk. You reached for the note it sat on top of.

You grinned at the note. This was so sweet. You needed to hear that after this long week.

Taking a sip from the cup, the cool foam and warm drink met you like an open hug. This was your favorite drink to get when the season changed.

Angie must have dropped this off for you. She'd been your rock this week as you IM back and forth about the work that didn't stop pulling up.

The sweet drink set the tone for the workday at hand.

Today would be a great day. You made quick work to put on your favorite playlist. Sipping your drink, glancing at the sweet note and smiling.

You were ready to power through Friday.

Steve couldn't help the wide grin spread across his face. He watched as you sipped and typed away at your desk.

You were happy.

All he needed was to see your smile, that had been few and far in-between this week.

He pressed play on the same playlist you'd just made and got to work with his own task for the day.

He knew getting up early this morning would be worth it.

Hope you enjoyed this little drabble!

My writing is a little rusty but hopefully I can post more soon 💛.

#I.T Stalker! Steve #dark!fic #dark steve rogers #Dark!Steve #soft dark fic

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sbdskate · 2 years

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Laws Of Attraction (part 1) - DR x lawyer!fem!reader

Summary: McLaren is in breach of contract, dr3 hires a lawyer to deal with the aftermath. Tropes ensue. Slow burn. Enemies(kind of)-> Friends/colleagues->Lovers

Pairing: lawyer!fem!reader x Daniel Ricciardo

Warnings: language, eventual smut

Word Count: 4,177

A/N: Very self-serving fanfic of everyone’s favorite honey badger. I thought it was going to be a oneshot, but it ended up taking on a life of its own so expect Part 2 and maybe even 3. This is my first time writing, so please provide feedback! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

“Write the fanfic you wish to read in the world” or whatever Gandhi said.

When McLaren pulled the rug out from under Daniel Ricciardo in the middle of the 2022 season, he knew he needed to lawyer up. The mental toll of the sport alone was enough even in a good year without this contractual mess. To add an uncertain 2023 season and strained professional relationships in his current workplace despite almost three months left before Abu Dhabi was truly a low blow. He needed to find a home at another team and deal with the ramifications of McLaren’s contract breach.

You were a mid-level associate at the law firm you’d been with since you graduated law school. You had enough experience that you were finally gaining confidence in your practice and work product, but relatively speaking you were still young in your career. Which is why you were shocked when the partner picked you to be backup for such a high-profile client as Daniel Ricciardo. Time for client meetings would be difficult since it was the middle of the season and Daniel was still balancing races and the associated travel and training. The firm would simply have to meet Daniel at the race locations in order to get time with him and hold negotiations with McLaren and other teams.

The time finally came for the first client meeting and as much as you tried, you couldn’t seem to suppress your nerves. You had read through Daniel’s employment contract dozens of times over the last few days to the point that you had practically memorized it. You panic-bought a new suit to try to put you at ease, finally settling on a well-fitted light pink pantsuit. Professional yet feminine, understated but powerful. You threw on a pair of nude pumps and hoops – who didn’t feel confident in heels and hoops? Yet as you looked yourself in the mirror you kept fidgeting and tugging at your sleeves. You had to shake it off. You stopped, power posed in the mirror for thirty seconds and repeated your mantra to yourself. “I am a boss ass bitch, I am kind, I am smart, I am important,” you muttered over and over again hoping it would stick. Finally you let your arms slump at your sides. “Welp. This is as good as it’s going to get,” before heading out the door.

Your phone went off as you were in the cab heading to the paddocks. You saw it was the partner and quickly picked up.

“Good morning Joe, I’m on my way now. I should get there -”

He cut you off, “That’s great y/n. I’m going to need you to handle this one, I got pulled into a new deal that’s urgent and won’t be able to make the meeting.” Your heart dropped.

“But sir –“

“You got this, I wouldn’t have brought you in if I didn’t think you could handle it. Remember, this is just a client meeting, there’s no opposing counsel.”

You gulped, your throat suddenly feeling very dry. You had to put on a brave face. “Understood. I’ll let you know how it goes.”

With that, the partner hung up. You continued to fidget the rest of the ride. You arrived at your destination fifteen minutes early, as you had planned. A McLaren employee showed you to Daniel’s space and you got yourself set up.

You checked your watch, he was late. Five minutes, you thought it was just another meeting he was in that went over. Ten minutes, you thought he was stuck in traffic. At twenty minutes though, you were fuming and considering leaving. I better be able to bill for this you thought to yourself. The swelling annoyance actually helped calm your nerves. At the end of the day, the handsome and charismatic driver was actually just another entitled celebrity.

Finally the door swung open and Daniel strode in. He gave you his signature thousand-watt smile and stuck his hand out. You wanted to melt into the floor but maintained your professionalism.

“Hi it’s nice to meet you, I’m Daniel.” As if he needed to introduce himself. Nor did he bother to apologize or offer an explanation for his tardiness. It didn’t matter that he was even more handsome in person. You adjusted your posture, standing up a little straighter.

“Nice to meet as well, I’m y/n. Shall we get started?”

He gave you a confused look. “I think we’re still waiting for Joe. I’ll take a coffee though please.”

Your heart dropped. Of course he thought you were an admin or a paralegal. Despite pushing thirty, you looked young for your age and were just barely above five feet tall. You silently smacked yourself, you’re sure the pink suit didn’t help. In a field dominated by men, it wasn’t the first time this had happened over the course of your career and you knew it wouldn’t be the last. Nonetheless, it didn’t make his comment any less infuriating or hurtful.

You unclenched your jaw and cleared your throat, doing your best to remain calm and level your voice. “Actually, I’m the associate attorney that’s been assigned to your case. Joe had something else come up and he will not be joining us today.”

His eyes widened, clearly realizing his mistake. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know… I mean I didn’t – “

You raised your hand to stop his stammering. “It’s fine, let’s just get on with the meeting. We have a lot to go over.”

After going through the McLaren contract, you paused. “Next, we need to discuss what your goals are for next year before we approach other teams. What’s your bottom line?”

He looked down. It had only been a few days since McLaren informed Daniel he would be replaced for 2023, surely this was all still very new for him and he was still processing. Or so you thought. After a few moments he seemed to regain his confident persona and started listing off salary minimums he would consider, other compensation metrics, and various conditions.

You stared at him blankly as he was rambling. You finally interrupted him, choosing your next words very carefully.

“Mr. Ricciardo, with all due respect, I don’t think you fully appreciate the position you’re in. I need to know your real bottom line. I have immense respect for your skillset, and what McLaren has done to you is terrible. But what I don’t think you realize is that through all of this, McLaren has put your reputation in question. You and I know that your subpar performance this season has not been due to your skill as a driver, but on them for refusing to invest in you. A reasonable person in this industry, hopefully including other drivers and other teams, can see through this and get to the same conclusion. However, that’s not a guarantee and the rest of the world does not know that.”

You paused, checking his reaction. Seeing none, you continued.

“Your real bottom line. You are not in a position to be negotiating salaries. To best represent you, I need to know whether you would rather be on any team that can take you if it meant you could drive, including lower tiers like Haas and Williams, or would you rather sit out next season.”

You knew this hurt his ego. Going from the highs of Red Bull, to falling to mid tier teams like Renault and McLaren, and now this. It couldn’t be easy. Despite your awkward meeting earlier, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. He was quiet and focused on his hands. You studied him. You always wondered whether the world got to see the real Daniel Ricciardo or whether it was all an act. You had a sudden urge to reach out for his hand across the table but immediately pushed the thought away. How incredibly unprofessional.

You broke the silence. “Look, I know it’s been a long day, we’ve been at this for almost four hours. Why don’t you sleep on it and let’s set up another meeting and go over strategy later in the week.”

Whatever trance he was in broke, again regaining his signature peppiness. He looked relieved, dramatically letting his head roll back as he ran a hand through his hair. “Oh, thank GOD.”

“You mean you didn’t think this was fun? I had a great time,” you said sarcastically, trying to break the previous tension.

“Of course you had fun, I’m paying you $600 an hour.” You both chuckled.

“How about we do it all again on Thursday?”

“I’ll see you in Belgium on press day then,” he confirmed.

“Sounds like a plan.” You shook hands again as you got up to leave. “Here’s my business card, my cell is there. Please don’t hesitate to reach out if you need anything or have any questions.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he said with a coy smile.

You were sure he was being sarcastic, yet you couldn’t help the blush creeping its way to your face and you turned away to hide it. “It was nice meeting you Mr. Ricciardo, I’ll see you Thursday.”

You hated press. You didn’t want to draw attention to yourself, especially since news was just starting to become public about Daniel’s situation and didn’t want to get hounded with questions as his lawyer. A sensible and boring gray skirt suit it was.

Daniel was in the middle of an interview when he spots you as you arrive at the paddock. He grins and waves. You make your way over when you realize the media personnel around him, your smile quickly fading. How stupid of you, you forgot to prep him for how to handle interviews as all of this unfolds, especially when you knew your meeting would be on press day. The only thing that brings you solace is the knowledge that he has a PR person and you pray whoever it is isn’t an idiot.

As you approach he gives you a quick up and down, his eyes not lingering long enough for it to be inappropriate but you notice. You keep walking.

“Hello Mr. Ricciardo.”

“You can call me Daniel.”

In your focus you miss his attempted familiarity, burdened by the stress of your recent oversight. “Let’s get set up somewhere private.”

“Wow, you’re not going to buy me dinner first?” he says mockingly trying to keep up with your pace as you power walk towards his garage. With furrowed brows you shoot him a stern warning glance, but say nothing.

As soon as the door closes you jump right to business. You were pleasantly surprised by how the meeting goes. You hadn’t been sure whether your words from the first meeting had stuck, but it was clear Daniel had done his homework. He was articulate about his desires and through a series of follow up questions you were able to tease out any ambiguities and refine the list. You felt more at ease about the prospect of going into negotiations with other teams at the very least.

As you pack up your stuff, you feel his eyes on you again.

“I liked the pink better,” he says out of nowhere.

“Excuse me?”

“The pink suit,” he said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You felt heat rise to your cheeks. You look down at your gray ensemble. Sure it was boring, but it got the job done and you didn’t think it was that terrible. You pouted your bottom lip, “I don’t see how my outfit has to do with anything.” You pivoted, uncomfortable with the focus on your appearance. “But if you must bring attention to it, this is sensible and low key - which is exactly how we should be acting out there.”

He scoffed. “I’m not sure if you’ve met me, but low key and sensible are not really my thing. And from what I can tell, it doesn’t seem to be your thing either -”

You ignored the latter part of his comment, cutting him off. “I’m serious Daniel, it’s in your best interest to keep a low profile right now. The media is going to have a lot of questions until you find a team for next year. You risk violating one of the plethora of NDAs you’ve signed any time you open your mouth.”

Satisfied with your deflection, you attempted to leave again. “We’ll be in touch about next week, we should get a meeting on the books with McLaren –“

“You’re not staying for the rest of the weekend?” Those darn puppy dog eyes made your heart skip a beat.

“I wasn’t planning on it, I have a lot of work to do.”

“Just work from the paddock. And I can get you tickets for qualifying and the race on Sunday.”

You thought about it, he had a point. The beauty of your work was that you could work from anywhere as long as there was wifi and a power outlet. Plus it meant more facetime with the client and you were sure the firm would support that. And yet, you actually did have a lot of work to do and couldn’t afford the distraction.

“I appreciate the offer, but I really need to catch up on the rest of my work and I need to debrief Joe.” You didn’t miss the slight disappointment on his face. “I know it’s shocking, but I do have other clients you know.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, excuses,” he played off.

You gave him small smile. “Good luck this weekend, I know you’ll do great.”

As you walked out, you didn’t notice passing the other papaya driver. Lando did a double take as you walked by and saw Daniel smiling stupidly to himself.

“Who was that?”

“My lawyer.” Lando raised an eyebrow.

“Um, usually people aren’t this happy when they need a lawyer” elbowing his teammate. Sure it was a little awkward between them at first when all this unfolded, but Lando was more sympathetic than anything else. He knew he would miss his friend next year and wanted to make the most of the time they had left.

Daniel rolled his eyes. “It’s not like that, she’s been nothing but professional.”

“Sure man, whatever you say.”

You worked out of the hotel with the race coverage on in the background throughout the weekend. Daniel handled himself well enough during the interviews, though he was clearly downtrodden after his performance on Sunday. You took a sip of coffee as you watched his post-race interview. It dawned on you – perhaps a more experienced lawyer would have picked up on it immediately, but dr3 was your first celebrity client. You had been approaching and planning your strategy as though F1 operated in a vacuum, when it clearly does not. Especially with the uptick of viewership due to DTS, public opinion held its own value and was something you could leverage. You refueled with another cup of coffee, opened a new document and began furiously taking notes with a new sense of confidence.

At 6am you received the first draft of the severance agreement from McLaren in the form of a passive aggressive email from Zak Brown’s lawyer. Happy fucking Monday. Within minutes your phone pinged, a text from an unknown number.

Hey, did you see the email?

It’s dr btw.

You groaned, it was too early for this shit. Why wasn’t he reaching out to the partner? Surely he went out partying the night before, you cursed that he wasn’t sleeping off his hangover. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and begrudgingly got yourself up.

Good morning. Joe and I will review today and get back to you to go over our suggested redlines.

You showered and got ready for the day. You checked your phone again, seeing another text from Daniel.

I was thinking we could go over it together?

Seriously, what was wrong with this boy.

Pretty sure you pay us the big bucks so you don’t have to thoroughly read a 150 pages in a day.

It was a little sassy and risky to send to a client you just met last week, but you hadn’t had your coffee yet. You tried to balance it with a follow up professional text.

We’ll be in touch by EOD.

You packed your bag and went to the local café. You put your headphones in and hunkered down, going through the contract. You couldn’t help rolling your eyes at half the language McLaren tried to sneak in. You were deep in thought, trying to find a professional way to say “fuck you” when you felt a tap on your shoulder. You paused Megan Thee Stallion to find your client sitting across from you.

“Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world.” He grinned.

“No one should be this happy before 10am on a Monday, Daniel. Especially when you know your lawyer is going through your severance agreement with your shitty employer.” He raised his eyebrows, surprised at the crack in your professional demeanor.

You sighed. “I’m sorry, this contract is really just grinding my gears… no pun intended. What are you doing here?”

“I’m not allowed to get coffee?”

“No, not when I’m trying to focus.”

“So you think I’m distracting?” He looked pleased with himself.

You looked up, annoyed. “You know what I mean. Seriously, for your sake I need to get this done.”

“And I’m serious too. I want to actually understand this stuff, not just give a final signoff on whatever you send over. Please let me help.”

“It’s going to take twice as long that way.”

“Good thing I can afford the extra billables.” You stared each other down through a pregnant pause. You folded.

“Fine, get out your laptop.”

He scratched the back of his head, looking sheepish. “Funny you should say that…”

You look under the table. Of course he didn’t bring anything with him. No bag, just his phone, keys, wallet, and the audacity.

You ran your hands over your face. “Fine, scooch over. Here’s a pen and paper, I expect you to be taking notes.”

Having won you over, he eagerly moved his chair next to yours. He leaned forward to get a better look at the document and you suddenly became very aware of you close proximity. The smell of his cologne infiltrated your nose, involuntarily causing you to take a deep breath. You wanted to keep your eyes on the screen and yet you couldn’t help trying to get a close up look at his side profile through your periphery. You cleared your throat and tried to refocus.

“Ok, so your original employment contract had a termination provision that was broken into three buckets: not for cause, for cause, and immediate. Based on the language here, it seems they’re trying to terminate you “for cause” based on your performance so far this season. The for cause provision allows them to (a) give you less notice, (b) provide you with less compensation in the event of early termination. But here’s the thing, your original contract was air-tight and never had a performance condition because Joe knows his shit and is a kickass lawyer. They’re really trying to stretch the interpretation of this language here and –“

You look over mid-sentence to see if his eyes had glazed over yet. Legal jargon was far from sexy. You were about to give him an out thinking he was immediately regretting his decision, but instead you found him staring at you intently. You stopped talking and you felt your heartbeat quicken.

“I told you to take notes,” was all you could come up with, coming out as barely a whisper.

He shook his head. “Right. Sorry.”

You two continued your review for hours. You were sure he would crack first, but ultimately you were the one that called for a break. “I don’t know about you but my eyes are crossing.”

“I wasn’t going to say anything but yeah, I could move my legs,” he chuckled. “So this is a day in the life of y/n f/l?”

“It’s not much, but it’s honest work.”

You chatted as you got up to leave and you began walking in the direction of the hotel. He stopped walking.

“Where are you going?”

“I was going to finish the rest of the redlines at the hotel then pack up for the redeye tomorrow. Where are you going?” You quirked an eyebrow.

“But we’re only halfway through the contract… Plus I was thinking we could grab lunch somewhere.”

You paused. Your initial thought was an immediate no, but you would never say no to food.

“Well… where were you thinking for lunch?”

“I know a place.”

You were pleasantly surprised by his choice. He drove you two thirty minutes away from the hustle and bustle of the circuit to a quaint town with cobblestone streets and picturesque buildings that looked like gingerbread houses. The conversation flowed, and he laughed as you ordered your third hot chocolate. You had lost track of the number of bonbons you consumed.

“So after all of this do you think I would make a good lawyer?” he joked.

“You’re a F1 driver, of course not. The thought of you at a desk job in any capacity is inconceivable.” You both laughed. “Plus, I would tell you the same thing I tell everyone else who thinks law school is a good idea – don’t do it.”

“Why’s that?” It was a loaded question with a long answer. You really didn’t have the time to get into it, but at this point you didn’t care. You would get your redlines to Joe when you did, you’re sure he wouldn’t mind you getting extra facetime with the client.

“It’s just a lot of work. It’s an environment where they break you down just to build you back up, and as hard as the education is, it’s actually the easiest part of the profession. A lot of people are like ‘oh, like arguing so I should be a lawyer’ and it’s really not enough. You read hundreds of pages a day, your professors cold call you, classmates can be assholes, and if you don’t have a good reason for why you’re doing it, you’re set up for failure.”

“Jeez, what a glowing review… so like, do you actually enjoy your job?”

You chuckled. “I love my job. It’s not the same adrenaline that you’re used to, but going toe to toe with opposing counsel can be such a rush. It’s not always that, and a lot of time it’s just paper pushing but the highs make up for it. Plus I made some of my closest friends in law school, I wouldn’t give that up for the world. I’m a firm believer that everything happens for a reason.”

“What are your friends like?” Daniel was genuinely curious. You seemed so constantly consumed with work, it was hard to imagine you with a life outside your professional capacity. Like a little kid seeing his teacher outside of school for the first time.

A slow grin crept its way to your face. “They’re the craziest bunch of high functioning alcoholics I know, and I love them. There’s a special bond you build with people when you’re all at your worst going through hell together.”

His laughter settled into a soft smile, reflecting on the second part of your statement. You hadn’t known each other long, but you met him when he was going through a career low. He was questioning his love of the sport he had dedicated his life to, and you forced vulnerability out of him as he was trying to hide it from the rest of the world.

“Yeah, I get that,” he finally said. He checked his watch and grimaced. “On that note, I think it’s time to head back…sorry this was a longer detour than I thought.”

Your eyes widened in panic as you realized the time, but you didn’t want to let on or make him feel bad. “It’s fine, let’s call it client-relationship development.” He went to grab his card, but you stopped him. “I think the firm can handle this one,” you smiled as you took out your company card.

“Fine, but I’m getting the next one.”

“Bold of you to assume there will be a next one,” you quipped.

“Bold of you to assume there won’t be.” You sat there smiling at one another for a moment before you diverted your gaze. It was a comfortable silence, both content with the banter you had exchanged over the day.

You continued with light conversation on the drive back. Despite the anxiety knowing you had to finish the review of the agreement, it was offset by the comfort of your travel companion. You decided to put the stress away until you got back to the hotel and enjoyed Daniel’s company in the meantime, relishing in the escape from you work for the first time.

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Roman Roy x Reader Headcanons from Succession Episode 4.09 Church and State

Roman Roy x Reader Headcanons Part Three: Funeral Episode

Pairing: Roman Roy (Succession) x Reader

Word count: 1.8k (warnings: spoilers for the new season/episode of Succession, mentions of Logany child abuse and a violent crowd)

Author’s Note: Oh Roman Roy, you lost me with your dedication to a right-wing president, then drew me right back in by whimpering through the better part of an hour in the last episode. Thank you for all the messages asking for some headcanons from the Funeral episode, because it was a doozy! I hope you enjoy and thank you for every request that's come in during this season of Succession, I know it's going to keep me busy for a long time and I love that! Roman Roy masterlist here 😊

Roman Roy Headcanons from Logan's Funeral:

- When you stood straightening Roman's tie that morning, hearing that same rehearsed speech for the hundredth time, you felt like you were loading up an aircraft carrier with too many passengers and not enough fuel; it was an impending disaster that could only be of the most mammoth proportions. Since the day he said that strangled goodbye down the phone to his father, Roman had been stoic, blasé even, in his grief. Or his pre-grief as he proudly called it. But you knew him and you knew grief better than that, watching over the course of days as each of the threads holding his grinning mask in place slowly seemed to unravel, leaving his upbeat façade hanging on by a thread.

- As you tugged at your own black outfit, never a comfortable occasion to dress for, you watched him pace behind you, unable to take his eyes off his own reflection, smoothing out his eyebrows with a flourish.

"I'm kind of the man today right?" The question was rhetorical and the tone was smug as he turned on his heels to race over to you, wrapping his arms around you in a way you know he would have never dreamed of a year ago. You were so proud of how comfortable he had become with you, but you wished it extended to his feelings about his father's death.

"Oh definitely, and you look the part too." You retorted with a matching, albeit false, smile leaning in to steal a kiss before tenderly picking up his hand. " How are you feeling?"

He shrugged and sighed loudly at the question, tired of everyone asking him, even if he knew you were the only person who genuinely cared.

"I feel great! I'm going to absolutely kill this thing, and Menken's going to eat it up with his little silver spoon, and then we're one step closer to stopping the GoJo deal and then bing-bang-bong me and you rule the world." He said it so matter-of-factly it was almost like you'd asked him if he'd been to pick up his dry cleaning, clearly not quite facing the reality of the day. You just hoped that would last past the funeral and until he was safely home again.

- Unfortunately we know that was never meant to be. The moment you see him gingerly walking up to the microphone, all eyes on him, you know he's not okay. His hands are shaking as he picks up the familiar flashcards you helped him write, his voice cracks on the first line and then he glances up and finds your eyes in the crowd, with a desperate pleading look that has you and the Roy siblings quickly on your feet and approaching him like he's a wounded animal, scared it will dart away and do itself more damage.

- He breaks into uncontrollable sobs the minute Shiv's hand lands on his arm, and you feel just awful for letting it get to this stage, the whole world watching a beaten dog unable to defend itself even after its cruel master has long died. As his siblings comfort him, their own grief welling up in their eyes as his tiny frame seems to shrink in on itself, unable to support the weight of its own suffering, he mumbles out, "Can you do it?" It takes you a moment to realise he's looking at you, and Ken and Shiv don't seem happy with the idea, but Roman's eyes are pleading and his whole body is trembling and you've heard the speech enough times and it might salvage something for Roman so you reluctantly nod, walking up to the microphone before your brain can kick in enough to stop you or think about just how high the stakes are here.

- You don't apologise or acknowledge Roman's tears as you start, launching straight into "Logan Roy was a great man," to the relief of everyone in the church. You're careful to deliver it with the gravitas it deserves, sticking to his professional accomplishments and forcing yourself to stare dead ahead, not daring to glance at the shivering child of a man sniffling into a tissue in the front row. As the well-rehearsed lines come to an end you can't help but try to damage control for Roman, with a line about the "overwhelming love Logan's children felt from him, today and every day of their lives" hoping desperately people will show some small mercy to the man you've grown to love. As you carefully descend the stairs to the polite applause, Ken gives you an approving nod, shuffling to microphone himself, unable to let the day pass without making a performance of his own. But you don't hear a word he says as you sit stiffly next to Roman, shoulder to shoulder like you used to do in work meetings before he knew how to ask to hold your hand. You use every ounce of restraint to keep him upright, knowing he's desperate to collapse in a heap on your lap, but knowing you can't let that happen until you two are safely back in the privacy of your home, knowing Roman will thank you for your resolve another day.

- As the Roy siblings approach the showy mausoleum you hang back by the car, letting them have their moment of privacy alone. You receive a few words of praise from the old guard for stepping up today, and have to apologise again to Willa that Connor didn't get to say his piece, but mostly you just brace yourself for the inevitable, ready to fling open the car door as Roman stomps away from the ceremony just moments after it begins. Following him into the car and pulling the door shut behind you, you finally pull him into your arms, grateful for the dark tinted windows as he starts to fall apart, splitting along every crack that Logan Roy carved into his fragile skin. His chest heaves against your legs as he begs you not to let them put him in that cold, stone crypt, that wants to stay with you, he wants to be wherever you are. You stroke his hair and make him a promise that you'll always be by each other's sides, whatever this or the next life brings, reassuring him just enough that he can lift his tear-stained face and press his lips to yours, wanting so desperately to feel that familiar rush of life as reminders of mortality close in around him.

- You're not exactly sure what Roman did to deserve any help from Gerri, but by the time you get to the evening soiree, she's already got Hugo spinning the narrative that Roman's tears were planned and rehearsed, an act of sympathy to show that Waystar is no longer under the control of a cold tyrant. There are a few doubtful looks from Lucas and his posse but the president seems half-convinced, commending you on 'your whole stand-by-your-man act' commenting that he's sure it will play well with voters in the Midwest, whatever that means. You just have to politely smile and nod, almost grateful he's the kind of man that doesn't think women should be heard considering the venom you're sure would pour from your mouth the second it opened in his direction.

- Despite the best efforts at damage control Kendall still finds a video of his brother sobbing trending on twitter, and the moment you leave his side, Ken's there to tell Roman that's he fucked everything, that can't do anything right, that's he lucky Ken still needs him or he'd be out of Waystar, and then you'd been done with him too. By the time you return from an extended trip to the bathroom, having hidden in a stall for five minutes rather than face interrupting a bizarre interaction between Shiv and her mother happening at the sinks, Roman's nowhere to be found. You can feel your stomach acid rising up and eating at the back of your throat as you try and ask his staff if they saw which way he'd gone, a deep pang of panic rushing through your system when a waiter tells you he's gone to see the protests outside.

- Formal black heels cast aside you sprint down the street, praying he hasn't done anything to get himself killed, knowing more than anything Roman will be craving a taste of violence to fill the void his father left. Over the deafening sound of your own frantic pulse, you heard him before you saw him, chastising the crowd as he leaps over the fencing, shoving a man twice his size and crumbling to the ground as he pushes him right back. By the time you get through the gap between guard rails Roman is on the floor, curled in the foetal position, exactly where he'd found himself whenever he'd let his father down. Every stomping foot and aching bruise made him feel close to Logan again, like he was finally playing his part, until a pair of hands dragged him back to his feet.

- Preparing to lash out again he snatched his hands away from his good Samaritan, only to be met with you, sobbing at him, looking as downtrodden as he had all afternoon. Roman was taken aback - he'd always been the one reduced to tears, trying to disguise his sobs with echoing laughs and rubbing his eyes a little too hard, but he didn't think he'd ever made someone cry before, certainly not over him. His stomach dropped as you tried to call out his name, choking on your shaky breath and tears, looking half-broken as you brought your hands up to his grazed face, wiping a trickle of blood from a cut over his eye. Your eyes looked almost frightened as you waited for him to push your hands away again, but instead his arms closed in around squeezing you tightly again his chest as he dragged you both back behind the barricade.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm okay, we're okay." Was all Roman could bring himself to repeat, new to reassurance but desperate to stop you feeling the way he usually did, hoping for once to be the cure to tears, rather than the one left spilling them. He just stood there, holding you in his arms as the line of armoured police went past, feeling you shake against his chest, so relieved that he was okay, and so exhausted with the fact that you both always had to be, despite everything. But as he clutched you tight, resting his cheek on the top of your head, chanting endless 'it's going to be okays', feeling every ounce of the concern and love shared between you, at some point he started to really believe it.

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Requested by anon

Request; angst to fluff with reader working for the rbr team but when Horner catches her kissing Lewis she gets fired on the spot and also publicly reprimanded and accused of being unprofessional and incapable of doing her job as a cruel attempt to ensure she could never show her face again. Lewis tries to defend her and fix things, but the damage has already been done. So reader’s been feeling depressed and has hardly left her room despite Lewis being there for her and his attempts to comfort her. the frustrating and devastating affects of the situation even begins to take its toll on their couple. Lewis talks to Toto and gets Mercedes to hire her and fix things and redeem her reputation, and there’s a happy ending for them

Warnings; h*rner being an evil asshole, reader gets humiliated(?), depression, talk of not eating, really long fic.

Note; it gets quite deep, please, if this can trigger you in any way, do not hurt yourself by reading this + I did not truly went with the ending asked, an hopeful ending seemed more fitting than a cheesy, happy one.

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It all started only a few races in over the last season, that day you were running late for a scheduled interview Max had to do. You were supposed to get him ready, briefing him on the kind of questions he would get asked, but one of your co-workers had accidentally messed up your files.

As you were running through the different hallways, hoping that the interviewer hadn’t shown up early, you didn’t look where you were going and ended up falling flat on your butt after colliding with someone, who, unlike you, didn’t end up on the floor.

Feeling your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, you started to apologize profusely as you got back on your feet, everything seemed to go against you today, “ i’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going. God, I’m so stupid!”

“ It can happen to anyone honestly, are you alright?”

That’s when you finally realized who you ran into, you had seen him around a couple times but you had never actually met Lewis- and you wished you had met in a different situation, “ yes, i’m fine, thanks for asking. Again, I’m so sorry!”

“ Don’t apologize, I’m not the one who fell,” he laughed lightly, making you smile at the sound, he had a beautiful laugh, “ can I ask what your name is?”

“ It’s y/n,” you were already embarrassed from the whole situation, you didn’t want him to think you were rude but you truly had to go, “ I have to go, I’m late and I don’t want my boss to be mad at me.”

“ I understand, it was lovely to meet you, y/n. I hope to see you again soon.”

As you left, mumbling a goodbye to Lewis, you didn’t think you’d meet him again that soon, yet the same exact day, a few hours later, you met again but this time, you weren’t running late. The day was over for most of the staff, you were just all getting ready to head back to the motorhome or hotel.

You were sitting in the paddock enjoying one of your favorite food as you hadn’t gotten the time to eat earlier due to the hectic schedule you had. To busy yourself, you were reading the schedule for the rest of the weekend, at least that was until someone sat next to you.

“ I hope your boss wasn’t too mad at you for being late earlier.”

You smiled at Lewis, touched that he didn’t forget the small conversation you had earlier, “ no, I was lucky the interviewer ended up being late as well! I even got the time to brief Max about the interview so it went great.”

“ That’s good to hear! So, you work for Red Bull as Max’s manager?”

“ Not exactly, I’m part of Red Bull’s PR team so I work with both drivers. I’ve been working here for a while now but I’m still as happy and excited as the first day, it was my dream to work in F1.”

“ So, you’ve been a longtime fan of F1?”

“ For as long as I can remember,” the smile you had on your face since you saw it was Lewis who sat next to you faded when you realized that you might bore him by talking about your life, “ I’m sorry for over sharing, it’s just- great to have some willing to listen, you know?”

“ I like learning more about you, don’t apologize for sharing things from your life, y/n!”

And just like that, you spent over an hour talking with Lewis, learning about each other’s life as if you were old friends catching up. You had heard from people about how kind Lewis was, and you weren’t disappointed- he was probably the nicest person you’ve ever met.

When you left each other that day, you wondered if you’d get in troubles for befriending Lewis- you didn’t see why anyone would get mad at you for being friend with him, after all drivers from different teams were friends, this wasn’t much different.

However, as the season went on, Lewis and Max’s rivalry became more intense and so did the rivalry between the two teams. In the meantime, you had fallen for Lewis and he had fallen for you, even with that rivalry and potential troubles it could get you in, you didn’t stop seeing him.

After all, why would you? It was your personal life and who you were seeing didn’t concern the team you worked for as long as you stayed profesional. You knew how to separate work and personal life, so you didn’t really understand why you’d be in troubles.

Yet, you knew you could get in said troubles, it wouldn’t be the first time someone would have problems with the team they work with because of something unrelated. Formula One was the elite of motorsports, so no matter your job, you couldn’t disappoint without the fear of losing your spot.

That’s why when Lewis and you got together, you both agreed to keep it secret for now and at least, until the end of the season. You wanted to avoid getting in troubles with Red Bull and he wanted to protect you from the medias that would most definitely come at you.

You didn’t mind your relationship with Lewis staying secret, it was actually great that way because you were spared from hearing the unwanted opinions some people would say. That being said, you knew one day whether it was soon or later, this relationship wouldn’t be secret anymore.

For months, you both did a perfect job at hiding what was between Lewis and you, people just assumed that you were friends- and that alone, wasn’t seen well by everyone, especially at Red Bull, but they couldn’t say or do anything against you, you were just friend with a driver from a rival team as far as they knew.

When the last race of the season happened, before the race, you were secretly rooting for your boyfriend as he was almost champion already- and for most of the race, he had beaten Michael Schumacher legendary record of seven world championships.

It took a safety car to make Lewis loses the title to Max Verstappen. It was the most unfair decision you had ever seen, yet you couldn’t do or say anything- you were supposed to be happy, your team had won.

The hardest part of that night was to see Lewis getting out of the car from afar- you were heartbroken for him, you wanted to get to him and hug him, tell him he had done everything and that the ending had been decided for him.

You saw Lewis’ father being there for him, as well as some of his friends, it made you feel better to know that he wasn’t alone but you were still hurting. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t think this race could end your relationship, you would have understood.

But it didn’t happen. Instead, you even took the risk to have your relationship discovered when you didn’t celebrate the win with the whole Red Bull’s team. You excused yourself, saying that you were feeling very sick and went to sleep early.

Truth was that you spent most of the night with Lewis in your arms, he was closed off and didn’t want to talk about the race or even anything related to racing anymore- so you did the only thing you could that night, be there for him and be patient.

The winter break had been way different than what you could’ve imagined- Lewis really disconnected from all social medias and spent most of the break with you and his family, it actually brought you closer than you already were.

When the start of the actual season came, he felt refreshed and had found the strength to come back stronger than ever. You were pretty excited to see what this new season would bring to the two of you, even if you were still in rival teams.

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The qualifying were going to start in around ten minutes when you sneaked out of the Red Bull’s garage to meet with Lewis to wish him good luck. People were way too busy getting ready to notice that you were gone, or see you outside of your garage- it was always a bit risky to do that, but over the months, it became a routine to go wish good luck to Lewis before a race.

Your hands were loosely resting behind Lewis’ neck while his own hands were resting on your waist, just as he kissed you, the two of you were caught by none other than your boss, Christian Horner- you didn’t even need to hear what he had to say to know you were in big troubles.

You didn’t get to say anything, and in all honesty, it probably would’ve made it worse, you weren’t surprised to hear your boss’ words, no matter how heartbreaking they were, “ you’re fired.”

“ You can’t fire her just because we’re together, that’s completely unfair!”

It was sweet of Lewis to try defending you, but the damage had been done- you just had lost your dream job because you had fallen in love, “ I don’t care, she should’ve known better than to fooling around,” his words were spat with so much venom, so much hatred that tears were forming in your eyes, “ go get your things before quali starts and never come back.”

You could only nod, head hanging lowly in shame but also to hide the pain clearly visible in your eyes- you did as you had been told, you went back to the Red Bull’s garage and grabbed your things before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

You didn’t know if Horner had already spread the news of you and Lewis being together, so just in case he had done so, you didn’t dare to show up in the paddock, instead you found a little spot where no one would come bothering you and watched the qualifying on your phone.

Lewis hadn’t done too bad as he got the fourth place, which was his best result in qualifying since the beginning of the season. Of course, you were proud of him but even this good result didn’t help lightening your mood after what happened early.

When you heard that Christian Horner was going to be interviewed, you gulped, thinking that he had probably made sure your reputation had been tarnished for the rest of your life, however you never, in a million years, could have imagined what he had planned to make sure you’d never get another job in Formula One.

You watched on your small screen as Horner joined the interviewer, a smile plastered on his face as the first question was asked to him, “ today was a good day for Red Bull, Max on pole and Checo P3, what are your thoughts after the incredible pace both drivers showed today?”

“ It’s satisfying for sure, we’ll still have to push for a double podium tomorrow but so far, it’s looking good. Hopefully, we can keep the Ferraris behind like we’ve did before this season.”

“ Aren’t you keeping an eye on Mercedes as well? It seems like they’re starting to get some pace back, they might be able to make things harder tomorrow.”

“ Of course, we always keep an eye on them, however I don’t believe they’ll cause us too much problems tomorrow- at least, I have some informations that make me believe Lewis might not be too focused on the race tomorrow.”

You felt your throat tightens at this comment, you knew where he was going with this and even if you knew how nasty Horner could get, you didn’t expect him to go this far, at least not publicly.

“ Can you tell us more about those informations? ”

“ Actually, it’ll be a pleasure to do so,” there’s was something wicked about his evilish smile, it made you feel sick, “ Y/N Y/L/N, who, until a few hours ago, happened to be part of our PR team has been seeing and most likely fucked by Lewis Hamilton. Obviously, she was fired as soon as I found out. I suspect this little thing has been going on for a couple of months at least and I am utterly disappointed by how unprofessional this behavior was from her. It won’t be hard to find someone better and more qualified to do her job and I’ll end up by saying that she won’t be missed.”

You directly shut down your phone, you didn’t need to hear more from that awful man- if you ever had a chance of getting hired by another team, it had now been ruined. You’d never get another chance in Formula One, the dream was over for you.

Tears were now freely streaming down your face as sobs escaped your mouth, it was unfair. You didn’t choose to fall in love, it wasn’t something you could control, and even by dating Lewis, you had never failed to properly do your job.

You didn’t know how long you stayed there, head buried in your knees that you were hugging. It was a suffocating position, but you had no will or strength to move, until you felt someone kneeling next to you as a hand rested on your shoulder.

“ I’ve been told what he said. I won’t let him drag your name in the mud like that, I’ll fix things, sweetheart.”

“ You can’t,” you managed to say between two sobs, not even daring to look at your boyfriend in the eyes, “ I’m never going to work in F1 again, he ruined my career.”

The distress in your voice shattered Lewis’ heart, seeing you cry was hurting him and knowing that he unwillingly played a part in it made it ten times worse, “ it’s bullshit, you and i both know the job you did for Red Bull has been irreproachable.”

“ It doesn’t matter anymore now.”

Lewis sighed, knowing that deep down, you were right- no matter what would happen next for you, what Horner had said would follow you, you’d have to prove yourself as if you had no experience when it wasn’t the truth.

“ We’ll find a way to fix things, trust me.”

Your boyfriend hugged your still hunched form and laid a gentle kiss on the top of your head as he was called for an interview. He didn’t want to leave you in this state, but it was the opportunity he needed to defend you.

A part of you wondered what he would say about you to try fixing things, but in the end, you didn’t even watch, you couldn’t bare hearing about you and the work you had just lost today.

It took everything you had to wipe of the tears on your cheeks and get up from your spot, it felt stupid how you didn’t know what you were suppose to do now. Should you wait for Lewis? Or straight up get to your hotel to grab your belongings before your pass wouldn’t be allowed anymore.

You felt bad for leaving without telling your boyfriend or sending him a text but you needed to be left alone for now. When you got to your room, you didn’t know if you could stay there or had to leave- you didn’t have the heart to spend the night there, instead you took your suitcase and headed to the airport, buying the first flight back to your city.

Since nothing seemed to go in your favor today, the quickest flight for London would only take off in three hours- having nothing to keep yourself busy, you ended up finally looking at your phone which you hadn’t done since you shut it off after listening to Horner’s interview.

Your screen showed that you had missed a lot of notifications on your social medias as well as a couple of texts and missed calls from your family. However, what stuck out the most was how many calls and texts you had missed from your boyfriend.

The last one sounded truly desperate as he begged you to call him or text him that you were somewhere safe and alright. No matter how exhausted you were, you couldn’t leave him waiting any longer, it wasn’t fair to him.

Your phone barely had the time to ring that Lewis answered your call just as if he had jumped on his phone when he saw his screen lighting up, “ oh my god, y/n, are you okay? Please, tell me you’re alright.”

“ I’m okay Lewis, sorry for not answering any sooner- I shut down my phone earlier.”

“ Where are you? I went to check on you at the hotel and I was told you left an hour ago.”

“ At the airport, I’m heading back to London. There’s nothing else I can do.”

Lewis remained silent for a couple of seconds, you were right and he knew it but that didn’t make him less worried, “ do you want me to take the flight with you?”

“ No, I’ll be fine on my own. I think I need to be alone for now.”

“ I understand, just send me a text when you get back to your home, okay?”

“ I will, thank you for caring this much.”

“ Of course baby, you know I love you.”

You closed your eyes, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall again- you had to cut the conversation short so Lewis wouldn’t hear you cry, you didn’t want to worry him any more. He deserved to enjoy his evening to celebrate another podium, not spend it worrying about you.

———

A whole week had passed since you had been fired by your boss and all you had done was push away anyone that cared about you in the slightest. You didn’t want to see anyone or talk to anyone, you just wanted to be left alone to dwell on what had happened.

You hadn’t left your apartment since you got back to London, you didn’t have the strength to do so- of course, Lewis had tried to make you leave the comfort of your apartment to go on a simple walk or go eat something but there was no way to get you out of your home.

You loved your job so much that when you lost it, you lost a part of yourself as well- it could sound stupid or exaggerated but since you were a child, you had been dreaming on working into Formula One.

It felt like all those years working hard had been for nothing now that you knew you would never be hired by a F1 team again. Even Lewis’ words in the interview he did after Horner’s didn’t help your case, it only made it worse- you had been called by so many names that you had lost count of them.

In the end, you just deactivated all your accounts to have peace at least, you simply wanted everyone to forget about you but that didn’t seem to work well so far. It got to the point that you wouldn’t check much on your phone anymore, making you miss Lewis’ calls all the time.

The only word that came to your mind to describe how you were feeling was numb, and sadness maybe. You didn’t have the will to do anything at all, you’d barely leave your bed, only when it was truly necessary.

The hardest part of your days was when Lewis would come check on you and spend all of his free time with you- you knew he deserved way better than this, hell you even told him but that didn’t stop him from coming every single day.

It would break him every day to see the love of his life in such a depressive state, but he couldn’t give up on you, no matter how hard you tried to push him away- he wasn’t going to leave you, he loved you way too much for that.

It was late in the afternoon when Lewis came to your apartment, just like every day since you got fired, after his work and training of the day. He was probably tired, yet he would still come as soon as he had some free time.

You didn’t move from an inch when you heard the door of your bedroom slowly opening, you were hugging your pillow tightly while laying on your side, blankly staring in front of you.

Lewis sat at the edge of your bed, close to you and kissed your temple, “ how are you doing today, love?”

It was a stupid question really, he could see you weren’t doing any better than yesterday, that’s why you didn’t even bother answering him. He had probably gotten used to you not answering him by now.

“ Did you eat anything today?”

“ No.”

Even eating, which was quite literally fundamental to live, had started to feel like a chore. Actually, rare were the times you’d even feel hungry- it wasn’t the first time you’d spend most of the day without eating since the beginning of the week, and if it wasn’t for Lewis, you wouldn’t really bother eating at all.

You heard Lewis sighs, he wasn’t mad at you but it was becoming hard for him to watch you become the ghost of who you once used to be, “ do you want to order any food? I’ll go buy some groceries tomorrow.”

“ I’m not hungry.”

“ Yes, you are- you’re just not listening to what your body is telling you. You can’t just starve yourself like that, y/n.”

“ Stop treating me like a child!”

“ I’m not treating you like a child,” Lewis rubbed his face, everyday was the same argument over and over again, “ I’m trying my best to take care of you because I love you.”

“ You deserve better than me.”

“ I don’t want better than you, y/n- you’re the only one I want.”

You scoffed at his answer, once more he had the last word, but that didn’t change your mind. A soft smile crept on Lewis’ face as he realized you were done arguing, “ you know, I was thinking I could bring Roscoe here when I’ll leave for the next Grand Prix- I don’t want you to be all alone.”

“ I’m barely able to look after myself and you’d trust me to look after him?”

“ Of course, I trust you. Maybe he’ll even cheer you up.”

“ Don’t give yourself false hopes.”

———

It had been a month since the last time you were actually happy, a whole month since you lost your job and your days were all the same and you hated it a bit more every day. You hadn’t left your apartment since the day you got back there, and you’d still spend most if not all your time in your bedroom.

Lewis was still coming every single day and when he was away, he’d call you and facetime you every day. You couldn’t understand why he hadn’t gotten tired of this situation already, you knew it was hard for him as well, yet he wasn’t giving up on you.

As time went by, you were pushing him away more and more- you loved Lewis with all of your heart, he meant everything to you, but it would be selfish of you to let him waste his time with you. You had lost all hope and couldn’t see your life getting better, the best you could do is make him move on.

And you actually thought it had started to work when Lewis didn’t show up as his usual hour at your apartment, it was breaking your heart but you knew it was for the best. In the end, it turned out that Lewis was just late and still showed up, bringing one of your favorite take out for dinner.

When Lewis came to your bedroom, you were still tightly snuggled in your blanket, your head barely peaking out of it. Your boyfriend sat cross-legged on the other side of the bed, his face lightning up as soon as his eyes crossed yours, “ how was your day, sweetheart? ”

You didn’t understand why, after a month, he’d still ask you this question, it was almost stupid as he knew you hadn’t left your room, “ I slept.”

“ I’m sorry I came later today, I had a meeting with Toto and I stopped on the road to buy your favorite take out.”

“ You shouldn’t have.”

“ Come on, I know you haven’t ate any in weeks!”

It was hard to say no, especially knowing that the said food was already waiting for you in the living room, “ fine, but I hope you know I’m annoyed that I have to leave my bed.”

Lewis let out a soft chuckle, delighted to get you to leave your room to eat, something you wouldn’t always agree on, “ I know but I’m happy you’re making this effort.”

You shrugged, letting out a loud sigh as you got out of your bed, your blanket still wrapped around you, you made it to the living room and sat at the table- the smell of the still warm food made you hungrier than what you’d ever admit.

You started to eat in silence, after all you didn’t have anything to tell to Lewis even if, deep down, you wished you had things to say, all you could do was thank him for bringing you something you loved, “ thanks for the take out.”

Hearing your words was enough to lighten Lewis’ face once again, he was happy to know you were enjoying it, “ I knew you would enjoy it!”

“ Yeah, it’s great.”

Lewis nodded, taking another bite of his food, wondering if it was the right moment to tell you about his meeting with Toto, “ so, you know how I told you I was late because I had a meeting with Toto?”

“ Yeah?”

“ Well, a few days ago a member of the team gave their resignation because she’s pregnant and want to take care of the baby and since she’s part of the PR team, I thought it would be a good idea to talk to Toto about you.”

“ With the reputation I have?”

“ Turns out Toto was already thinking of you for the job, he just wants to meet you before hiring you.”

It had been so long since you had been fired that even just thinking about being hired by another team sounded completely surreal, and you weren’t sure you could even do what you’d be asked to do, “ I can’t do that, Lewis. I mean, look at me. I’m a mess and I’ll fuck up.”

“ No, you won’t. You won’t have a big schedule to start out, he knows what happened and how hard it’s been for you since then, you’ll have a light schedule until you feel ready to work with the team full-time.”

“ You think I can do it?”

“ Of course, baby. I know it’s incredibly hard for you right now, and getting this job won’t magically fix anything but you love F1 and you loved your job, it’ll be the same one with a different, and better team. We won’t have to hide anymore.”

You couldn’t lie, it was tempting but you still weren’t convinced you were fit for the job and you didn’t want to Mercedes’ to get a bad reputation because of you, “ but what about the team’s reputation? Everyone think I’m a whore and that I’m bad at my job.”

“ We both know it’s not true and we will all have your back.”

“ I’m scared it’ll go bad.”

Lewis gently took your hand and held it to reassure you, “ it’ll be alright, and I’ll be there for you if it gets too overwhelming alright? You don’t have to say yes now, you can meet with Toto to talk about the job without having to take the job right away.”

“ Are you sure about that?”

“ Yes, we’ll go at your pace.”

“ Then, I guess I can start by meeting Toto.”

#lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #x reader #f1 fic #mercedes amg f1 #request

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marshallpupfan · 29 days

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All Good Things...

We've known about PAW Patrol's upcoming new animation style for a while, and although we only had a taste of it before, more and more leaks have given us an even bigger look at it. From what I've seen, most fans seem to like it so far, and to tell you the truth, I do, too! With one exception, I think all the pups look great, and I'll even go as far to say I like these more than the theatrical designs... and especially what Rubble & Crew gave us. Like most fans, I'm eager to see more!

Still, I can't help but feel a little sad. I know I say this often, but, Marshall's my #1 favorite character, and he's been at the top of my list for over five years now. I'm crazy about him, which is why I started these accounts, why I began the whole "Daily Marshall Pics" thing, why I purchased a crazy amount of his merchandise, among other things. It's all driven by just how much I love this pup. And while there are many reasons why I say this, one in-particular is why I'm making this post; his character design.

Marshall's appearance in the above pic is one I came to love over the years. It's also involved in practically everything I do here. My avatar and banner is this Marshall. 99% of my daily pics are this Marshall. Nearly my entire merchandise collection is this Marshall. My Ready Race Rescue poster is this Marshall. That $400+ costume I purchased is this Marshall. Basically, I'm saying that, to me, this IS Marshall. Despite his altered look in Rubble & Crew and the theatrical films, this is what always comes to mind whenever I think of the pup.

...and it's about to go away, huh?

Whether it's later this year or the next, one of the things I love about this Dalmatian will no longer be the same. That simplistic yet wonderful design will soon be replaced, and we'll no longer see it in anything official, such as new episodes, commercials, toy packaging, etc. Outside of repeats, it'll just be... no more.

Okay, maybe I'm being a bit dramatic. Sure, the pups are getting a visual makeover, but they'll still be the same characters, right? And, unless the new season 11 director changes things, no doubt Marshall will still be the same clumsy yet lovable pup that became my favorite way back when. I mean, he looked different in Rubble & Crew, but the other aspects and qualities I love about him were still there! And in the theatrical films... er, never mind that. My point is, I suppose we're technically not losing anything here; just a visual style many of us became so accustom to when we first started watching PAW Patrol, whether it was all the way back in 2013 or later. No doubt some fans might even consider it a bit special to them.

But hey, change doesn't have to be a bad thing! As I mentioned earlier, I do like what we've seen of the new style so far, and personally, I'm feeling quite optimistic about it! Sure, it might take some time getting used to it, but given how often we have to adjust to the pups getting new voice actors, I'm starting to get used to change with this franchise. Besides, as much as I still enjoy the old style and wouldn't mind it sticking around, I'm not going to shun the new or stand in its way. And you know, when I look at the two designs of Marshall side-by-side, I still see a lot of the old in the new, so maybe we should look at this as an upgrade instead of a replacement? Perhaps it's not as much of a goodbye as I thought?

I'm going to hope this new style works out for everyone in the end. However, I'll still miss the old. It stuck with the franchise and its fans for over ten years, so with great respect, I take my hat off for it.

...Of course, the old style will live on through its older fans, and I'm certainly not going to let it go. You'll still see it through my dailies and various edits, of course!

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Hihi its me again could you do gavi x f1 driver where the reader is one the youngest f1 drivers

A/n: thank you for this request I enjoyed writing it as I like formula 1 too

wc: 2.0k+

Racing as been a passion of mine since I was little it first started when I went to watch my brother train on a motorbike as thats what he enjoyed. While there I saw people on go karts and instantly wanted to try so my parents got me one and from that day on I have been racing. I worked my way through the ranks in go karts before getting into single seater cars and then to the formula one paddock when I got a seat in f3. Everything happened so quickly but after winning in my rookie season in both f3 and f2 I have finally made it to the top flight of racing formula 1 which is a dream come true.

Of course there has been criticism of me and the team for giving me a seat but overall so far it’s been a great experience. The first few races were really difficult as the car is very different to anything I've ever driven before but slowly overtime I have been improving and getting more confident in the car. A lot of the places we have been racing in I haven't been too familiar with but once we started racing in Europe I got a bit better and now we are going to a track that I have spent my life at the circuit de Barcelona Catalunya I am hoping for a really good result. Not only do I want a good result just to show that I'm improving but I also want to do well because my boyfriend is coming to watch me race for the first time. He is a footballer with Barcelona so is always busy during race weekends which means he has never been to one of my races in a proper championship but finally he has a weekend free which just happened to fall on the week we are in Barcelona.

For weeks I've been looking forward to Pablo coming to watch me race so now that the weekend is finally here I'm just so ready to get in the car. Sadly Pablo couldn't come for Friday practice so we have already done two practice sessions although they went really well and I have been fast in both sessions. Today he is coming with me though which has had me so excited that I barely got any sleep but I did managed to fall asleep eventually after telling myself that time would go by faster if I slept. Eventually my alarm went off and I got ready in record time which meant I had to wait for Pablo to arrive at the hotel all drivers were made to stay at so that we could go to the paddock together.

Eventually there was a knock on my hotel room door so I ran to open it and before he could come into the room I had my arms wrapped around Pablo because we haven't seen each other in a while as I've been so busy with racing. Luckily he arrived a few minutes before we needed to leave so we got some time to greet each other and talk a bit as we probably won't get much time together once at the track. I told him everything he would need to know before we left like what time every session was and where everything was even though I'll give him a quick tour when we arrive. He seemed really excited but I could tell that there was something he wasn't telling me so I tried to get it out of him.

"What's going through your mind?" I asked

"Nothing I'm just looking forward to watching you out there" he said

"I know there is something you aren't telling me Pablo just tell me whats wrong and I can help" I said

"I'm just a bit nervous I've seen what it can be like going into the paddock and I know I deal with it before games but for some reason this just makes me more nervous" he admitted

"Thats ok you can be nervous I still get nervous going to your games but I will be there the whole time and we can always walk to the garage quickly" I said

"Thank you love" he said

After that we had to leave so we got in the car that would be taking us to the track even though its only a short distance away we are made to go by car. As the car entered the track there was a lot of fans waiting and filming as we went past which I've got used to but I know Pablo hasn't experienced it before so I made sure to grab his hand to let him know I was there. Once the car was parked Pablo let go of my hand and ran around to the other side of the car to open my door for me which made me laugh because he always has to open my door no matter what. Before we walked in I made sure we took a minute in the car park just to make sure he was ready and secretly I had to calm myself down as I was nervous about what would happen when I walked in with Pablo.

As we got to the entrance to the paddock there was people waiting like always so I went and took pictures and signed things but I always made sure to keep Pablo by my side if I couldn't be holding his hand. I love to talk to fans but today I wanted to make sure I didn't spend too long out there so I only signed a few things before heading into the actual paddock. Even once inside there was people taking pictures and trying to ask me questions but I just kept walking until we made it inside the team hospitality and my driver room. I expected Pablo look a bit overwhelmed but he had the biggest smile on his face before he launched into telling me how much he loved seeing people excited to see me and how they completely ignored him like he was no one and only cared about me. It was so heartwarming seeing him get so excited about watching me interact with fans because he always feels so bad whenever we go anywhere together and people want to talk to him but ignore me so for the opposite to happen isn't normal.

The next few hours were incredibly busy with practice and then preparing for qualifying but it was all completely worth it as I managed to get p2 which is the best I've done in qualifying all season. Afterwards I was dragged off to do interviews but as soon as I was done I ran back to the garage to find Pablo who was waiting for me just outside. Without really thinking I jumped straight into his arms and we celebrated together. I think he was more excited than I was but that just made it all so much better because I wanted to show him what I could do and I feel like so far I've done that.

~~~~~~~~~~

After yesterdays qualifying I have been on a high for most of the day but as the clock has been ticking down to the start of the race the nerves have been creeping in. I always get somewhat nervous before a race but today I'm even more nervous because I'm starting from p2 and so there is a higher expectation of a good result. Having Pablo here is also making me more nervous because I want to do well for him which is silly as I know he will be happy no matter how I do but I still keep putting the extra pressure on myself. We have already had our team meeting this morning and they are confident that we can fight for the win as long as we get the strategy right but sometimes they do get it wrong so that has me worrying too.

With the race being in under an hour I already have my race suit on and am just sitting in my driver room trying to keep calm. Pablo left to go and do something so I've been sat on my own for a while which hasn't been helping. Just as I was getting myself really worked up the door opened and Pablo came back in holding something behind his back. Instantly it perked my interest as he had a smirk on his face as well which can be scary when it comes to Pablo depending on his mood. Luckily he didn't make me wait too long as pretty quickly he whipped out a hat with my number on it and put it on with a big smile on his face waiting to see my reaction. I loved it but I couldn't make myself smile too much as I was still worried about the race.

"What's wrong do you not like the hat?" He asked

"No I love it I'm just really nervous for the race" I said

"There's no need to be nervous you have been doing so well all weekend you will do amazing" he reassured me

"But there is so much that could go wrong the team say we need the right strategy to win and you've seen what the strategy can be like sometimes I might be fine but what about everything else" I pointed out

"Don't worry about it all you can do is drive to the best of your ability if you don’t get a good result it just wasn't meant to be and you will do it next time and before you say it I don't care how you do I just want to see you out there" he said before giving me a kiss

"Thank you Pablo you always know what to say" I said

Before I knew it I had to get in the car and then I was lined up on the grid with the lights about to go off. For some reason seeing the lights settled my mind and I got in the zone like I do for every other race. Once the lights were out I just went for it and had the best start of my life ending up in first before even getting to turn 1. The rest of the race was much the same I was racing really well and putting down really good times each lap which kept a healthy distance to the car behind. By some miracle the strategy worked out and we had two really good pit stops which gave me the best chance of winning. When the last lap came around I was in first with enough of a gap behind that I didn't have to worry about losing position so I just got to take it all in and really enjoy my first win.

After crossing the line I was instantly screaming down the radio and thanking the team before pulling down pit lane and stopping the car. Everyone was waiting for me to get out the car so I got out as quick as I could and jumped into the crowd to celebrate with them all. When the team put me down I took my helmet off and went straight to Pablo who was stood off to the side. He brought me into his arms and hugged me so tightly my feet came off the ground. When we pulled away he gave me a few kisses before telling me how proud he was and how well I drove which was nice to hear as sometimes I doubt myself. Once I let go of him I headed to the podium and the whole time I was just looking down at Pablo smiling as he filmed the whole thing like a proud mum.

I had a lot of media to do but eventually I was done and met back up with Pablo to head back to his place to spend the night together as I don't have to be in the hotel anymore. When we arrived I went and flopped straight on the sofa where Pablo joined me and wouldn’t stop telling me how much he enjoyed the race until we both went to sleep a few hours later.

#gavi imagine #gavi oneshots #gavi imagines #pablo gavi imagines #pablo gavi imagine

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