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azsazz · 2 months

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Azriel x Reader [Formula One AU]

Summary: Ferrari has signed on rookie driver Dorian Havilliard. Azriel must learn to navigate the 2024 season with a new teammate and his secret relationship, with you, who just so happens to be the team’s media trainer.

Warnings: N/A

Word Count: 2,109

Notes: This one goes out to @moosemahboi for the ask this morning 😏 enjoy 😉 (idk why I can’t tag u but hopefully you see this)

Also, sorry if the formatting looks like shit I’m posting this from my phone. I busted this out so fast tho whoops

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“Azriel, how are you feeling knowing that Ferrari has signed young Dorian Havilliard for the 2024 season?” The reporter asks, sitting eagerly on the edge of his seat. He has his phone out, recording Azriel’s responses. The man has been hanging onto every word Azriel has said; him and the other thirty journalists eager to pester him, all cramped within the small room.

Beside him, Cassian snickers under his breath, all too obviously happy that he’s not the one who must suffer this torturous questioning. Azriel refrains from rolling his eyes at the absurdity of it all. Well, it’s not absurd but it feels like it because it’s been the only question anyone seems to care about right now, they no longer care to ask how the new chassis feels, what his thoughts are about the new Las Vegas race added to the schedule, how he’s projected to be one of the top drivers this season. Was supposed to be one of the top performing drivers of the season. Ever since Ferrari leaked that Dorian Havilliard is making his debut with the team for the first race, it’s been a feeding frenzy for the media, trying to be the first to glean insider information about the fresh meat.

“I think he’ll make a great addition to the team,” is all Azriel offers in response.

He’s hot and sweaty from practice and being blinded by flashes of cameras that don’t seem to be stopping anytime soon isn’t helping his mood in the slightest. It’s the part of his job that he despises the most. All Azriel wants to do is drive, because nothing feels as good as the adrenaline when he’s behind the wheel, but right now all he wants is to go home, not respond to million questions he’s already answered too many times before. And to be honest, he’s kind of pissed about Ferrari signing Dorian Havilliard and nixing Rowan Whitethorn, who has signed on to be McLaren’s first seat after Aedion Ashryver’s accident at the final race of the 2023 season that sent him into early retirement.

There’s a beat of silence, and when it’s clear he has nothing else to say about the matter, someone else pops up from their seat and another question is hurled his way. “And what about your former teammate, Rowan Whitethorn? How is he taking the news of losing his seat to Havilliard?”

The urge to roll his eyes into his fucking skull is so great he almost doesn’t stop it, but the last thing he needs is the team’s media trainer on his case about the appropriate ways to conduct himself during media panels, no matter how pretty she is.

They should be asking this question to Rowan or even Dorian, whenever he begins press for the upcoming season.

“Rowan understands,” he tries to hide the sour tone in his voice. Azriel and Rowan have been driving together for the past three seasons and it’s been one of the best experiences he’s had with a teammate in Formula 1. He knows the constructors are too worried about placing him on the same team as Rhysand or Cassian, who he grew up with at karting school. They’re like brothers and they act like it too, but if they were on the same team the rivalries would feel even more drastic than they already are. “He’s a good driver and talent like his isn’t going away anytime soon.”

Rowan’s new teammate, Hunt Athalar, nods from Azriel’s other side. He and Cassian seem to be enjoying not being pestered with surface-level questions, and Azriel wishes that he was feeling the same.

With a few more unnecessary queries about Dorian, press finally ends. He, Hunt, and Cassian are escorted from the room, the trail of flashes and conversation starting up clinging to his back as he walks.

“Fucking hell,” Azriel mutters to Cassian, who jabs him in the side with a snigger once they’re cleared the room, the door shutting with a loud click behind them. “I hate these interviews.”

“Don’t need to tell me that, mate,” he laughs wholeheartedly, and Azriel glares. “I’m pretty sure everyone can tell. Might want to learn to act like you like it, though. Ferrari won’t keep you if your attitude sucks. But I’m sure that media trainer of yours is about to hunt you down and tell you the same thing.”

Azriel frowns. He thought he’d done a pretty good job at deflecting the questions about his new teammate.

“People like me for me,” Azriel shrugs, defending himself. He’s never been a bullshitter, no matter how badly his team has wanted him to be. This is what the people get, 100% Azriel, take it or leave it. And Ferrari has decided to take it, for the last three seasons. The second half of his sentence is drowned out as Cassian’s snickering becomes full-bodied laughter. “And my trophies speak for themselves.” He doesn’t mean to come off as cocky, but he’d rather be authentically himself than a puppet to the media.

Cassian shakes his head, wiping the nonexistent tears from the corners of his eyes. “No, people like me for me,” he winks at Azriel’s glare. “They like you because you’re a decent driver.”

Azriel’s nose crinkles. “Decent? My car is projected to perform even better than Rhys’ this year!”

They three drivers turn down a hall, nodding to the two Haas drivers they pass: Bron and Hart.

“We’ll see, won’t we, Athalar?” Cassian cranes his neck around Azriel, directing the question to the silent driver on his other side. Hunt and Azriel have never been close, but the angel of McLaren offers a genuine smile in response.

“Should be a good season, boys.” Azriel and Cassian share a look. A perfect media-trained answer, Hunt gave. The other driver turns off down another hall, “See you later.”

“What a weirdo,” Cassian mutters once Hunt has disappeared from sight. “Good luck to Ro, having to deal with that.”

Azriel finally rolls his eyes like he’s been wanting to do since he left the press room. “Yeah, and I’m the asshole.”

Cassian huffs and the pair of drivers stop at the end of the hall where it splits to go to their respective driver rooms.

“I’ll see you later, man.”

“Hopefully in a better mood, Azzy,” Cassian chuckles and dips down the hall before Azriel can toss another glare or remark at him.

Shaking his head, Azriel returns to his driver room. He’s going to grab his things and get the fuck out of here, because relaxing at his hotel sounds much better than waiting around here any longer.

A knock on the door interrupts his actions, and Azriel wonders why the Mother fails to grace him with one sliver of luck today.

“Come in,” he grunts, snagging his water from where he left it on top of the desk.

You enter the room with your phone and clipboard in your hands. You’re typing on your phone, fingers flying across the screen as you reply to another email. The water does nothing to quench Azriel’s suddenly dry throat.

He can’t help the way his eyes drag down your body with your attention on your phone, drinking in the sight of you in your pressed pants and professional button up shirt. There’s a lanyard around your neck with your Ferrari employee access printed on it and he wants to wrap his fist around the strap and—

Wherever his mind was drifting off to is completely shattered by your piercing eyes. He hasn’t had enough time to prepare for your apparent annoyance at his attitude during the press conference. You don’t look happy, and neither is his name as it rolls from your lips in a disappointed manner. “Azriel.” You step further into the room. “What the hell was that out there? You know you can’t—”

Your rant is cut off as Azriel consumes the space between you in two long strides, leaning in to slant his lips over yours, eating up your words. You can’t help but to melt into it a little, a lot when his tongue traces the seam of your lips and you part for him, brushing up against your tongue in a sensual move.

When he straightens, you’re panting and a bit flushed. Arousal burns through your body like petrol on the track, but you steel yourself against that fire in his eyes, all ready to light you up.

“Not even going to say hello before you start in on me?” Azriel asks, licking his lips. Your eyes follow the motion, and he smirks. The way his body is pressed up against yours and the firm grip of his hands on your hips threatens to distract you further, especially when his red racing suit is slung around his waist, leaving him in that tight, black long sleeve that contours around his lithe body perfectly.

“No,” you agree, and he frowns. “I’m upset with you.”

“Was it something I said?” He cringes at his own lame attempt at a joke, ducking from your serious gaze. “‘M sorry, I’m just sick of all the Dorian questions. They’re not asking anything about the season or the car, only how I feel about a rookie taking Rowan’s seat.”

You ache for him, you really do, but things like this happen in the sport and he’s been in it long enough now that Azriel should know better than to act like this. You can admit, Rowan had been an asset to Ferrari and to Azriel, wriggling his way under the stoic driver’s skin like a worm, burrowing deep into his heart.

“Az, you need to stop playing it like Dorian took his seat on purpose,” you console gently, “We both know that it was Rowan’s time, and he couldn’t resist what McLaren might’ve proposed.”

“I know, I know,” Azriel replies unhappily, retreating to perch on the arm of the small couch. He can accept it, but he doesn’t like it, preferring to blame the new driver instead. “I don’t want to deal with that little punk,” he groans, because the thought of putting up with a cocksure rookie tires him. “Coming in here thinking he owns the damn place.”

“Azriel,” you tut, rolling your eyes. You put a hand on your hip. “That was literally you four years ago.”

“It’s different,” he mutters, but you both know that it’s not.

You abandon your phone and clipboard on the desk in the room before standing between his parted thighs and wrapping your arms around his neck. His damp hair is slicked back but a strand falls across his forehead and he looks really good like this, head tilted upwards, gold eyes painted with false innocence.

“Why don’t you, instead of being Dorian’s enemy, you become his ally?” You ask softly, fingering the hairs at the nape of his neck.

“Because that’s not how the team works, baby,” Azriel sighs, enjoying the way you’re scratching his skin. He wants to lean forward and rest his head in the crook of your neck, maybe take a cat nap or nip at the skin there. “We might drive for the same team, but I’m not looking to be the supporting driver.”

Fuck that. There’s no way he’s letting a rookie take his seat when he’s worked his ass off since he received it. He’s been driving for Ferrari since he first got an in the sport, four years ago. He fought tooth and nail to work up from second seat to first, and Azriel will be damned if Dorian rips it from under him in one season.

“Your jealousy is showing,” you tease your boyfriend a little, poking him on the nose. You know you shouldn’t be doing this, hanging all over each other when anyone could walk into the room, but you can’t resist your draw to Azriel. “It’s not as endearing as it is when you’re jealous that I’m talking to one of the engineers.”

“Don’t remind me,” Azriel grunts, eyes hardening a little. “You’re mine and I don’t like to share.”

You snort, “That much is clear, babe,” you step out of his arms and miss the heat of his body already. You collect your things from the desk and return to him for a quick kiss. You shoot him a final knowing look, dodging his attempts at capturing you against his chest again. “Work on it, Azriel. I mean it.”

He salutes you as you open the door to slip out. “Yes ma’am.”

It shuts quietly behind you and Azriel slumps back onto the couch, sighing.

It’s going to be a long season.

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@iambored24601 @secretlyhers @kylaisra @daily-dose-of-sass wasn’t sure but figured u might want to see this one 😅

#acotar #azsazz #acomaf #acowar #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel/reader #f1driver!azriel #formula 1 au #acotar x f1

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mbappebby · 2 months

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Stargirl || Two

Ivy Carter (OC) x f1 grid

Summary: Ivy never thought she could achieve a podium in her first ever race in formula 1, but she did and made everyone proud of her

Requested: Yes, by anonymous: Hey! Loved the 1st chapter of your new series! Can I request one where Ivy gets on the podium for her first ever race and everyone is proud of her. Thank u x

Words: 1K +

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Taglist: @myluvtaeil (let me know if you want to be added)

Race day

Ivy scanned her pass before entering the paddock, she greeted fans as she was making her way to get to the Mercedes garage. Ryan could see how nervous she was but didn’t say anything, the pair soon enough entered the Mercedes garage.

Ivy greeted her team before making her way into her drivers room, she put her headphones on to listen to music to try to calm down her nerves.

“Hey, where’s Vee?” Susie asked. “In her drivers room, she’s really nervous but won’t admit it if you ask her what’s wrong” Ryan said. “You really know her very well,” George added.

“Been her trainer since the beginning, I can read her like a book” Ryan told them. “Why don’t you talk to her for a bit? Might help to her calm down,” Toto said to his wife.

“I was going talk to her anyways, I’ll be back in a bit” Susie replied as she made her way to Ivy’s drivers room and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Ivy said as Susie opened to door. “Hey Susie! What’s up? Am I needed in the garage?” Ivy asked. “No you aren’t, you also don’t have to hide from everyone that you are nervous. It’s understandable, sweetie” Susie said softly.

Susie was sat down next to Ivy, the rookie looked the ground. “I hate how Ry can read me like a book..” Ivy mumbled. “He’s looking out for you” Susie told her.

“Still annoying..” Ivy added. “I know you might feel like that Vee, anyways let’s have a chat to hopefully calm you down before the race” Susie said.

And that’s what they did..

After the conversation with Susie, Ivy felt way better than earlier. She and George were currently making their way to the drivers parade. Ivy made her way over to Oscar.

“Hey Vee,” Oscar said as the shared a fist bump. “Hey Osc,” Ivy added with a smile. “Look who it is!” LOGAN SARGEANT said as he walked over to the duo.

“Lo! Hey! Sorry, I haven had a chance to see you at all this weekend!” Ivy replied as they hugged. “It’s alright Vee, happy that you made it up here” Logan said.

“Me too!” Ivy added. “Carter!” Lando called making her turn around. “What’s up Norris?” Ivy called back as Lando started to walk over to her. Ivy quickly walked to stand behind George.

“Aww, you need to be protected?” Lando joked as Ivy smacked his arm, making drivers laugh at the duo. “Feisty as ever,” Lando mumbled as he rubbed his arm as Ivy just smiled at him.

“Nice one Vee!” Alex called. “Thanks Albono!” Ivy replied with a laugh. “I actually hate you,” Lando said. “Love you too Lan!” Ivy said and once again moving away quickly from Lando and placed herself near Lewis.

“It’s going to be a fun season with them,” Max said. “Tell me about it, imagine what it would be like if they were teammates?” George said. “Chaos,” Charles replied.

“They’re two kids, what do you expect?” Carlos added making them laugh.

The moment it happened.

“HISTORY IS MADE TONIGHT! IVY CARTER BECOMES THE FIRST EVER FEMALE TO FINISH ON THE PODIUM IN FORMULA 1! WHAT A FIRST RACE FOR THE 18 YEAR OLD ROOKIE!” Crofty exclaimed as they watched the Mercedes cross the line.

R: “That’s P3 Vee!! What a way to start your formula 1 career with a podium! Brilliant performance today, congratulations Vee!”

Ivy: “AHH!! I did it!! Thank you guys so much, I can’t believe it!!”

R: “You deserve that Vee, amazing performance kid!”

Ivy: “Thanks Toto!!”

Ivy parked her car in the P3 spot, she stayed in her car for a while before eventually stepping out and running into the arms of her crew. She took her balaclava and helmet before seeing two familiar people.

She soon saw Toto and Susie and ran to them. “Knew you could do it Vee!” Toto said. “We are proud of you sweetheart, so many girls will be looking up to you” Susie added as she kissed her forehead.

“Thank you guys!” Ivy mumbled before she had to go get weighed, she then put her helmet down and had a drink of water. “Vee! P3?! Proud of you!” George said as he hugged his teammate.

“Congrats Vee, so proud of you!” Lewis added as they hugged. “Thanks guys, a double podium for us too!” I y replied looking at George. “You know it!” George said.

“I’ll get you both next week, anyways congrats again Vee” Lewis added. Ivy felt someone squeezed her shoulders from behind, when she turned around she saw the Dutch driver.

“Go again next week?” Ivy said as she put her fist out, Max accepted the fist bump. “You know it, almost got me at the end Vee, congrats by the way” Max replied.

“Thank you!” Ivy added as she made her way over to do her post race interview.

“Ivy, a huge congratulations! P3 on your first ever formula 1 race, how you feeling?” JENSON BUTTON asked as the crowd cheered.

“I’m still trying to find words to describe the feeling, I just want to say that can’t thank Toto and Mercedes enough for giving me this opportunity. It’s a dream come true and can’t wait forwards to the races ahead” Ivy replied with a big smile on her face.

“Thank you Ivy, congratulations once again!” Jenson said as Ivy waved up to the crowd before giving Jenson a hug before making her way into the cool down room.

Moments later, Ivy walked out onto the podium..

Toto and Susie had were clapping proudly with big smiles on their faces as watched Ivy up on the podium. Ivy pointed down to them with a big smile on her face too.

“Toto and Susie Wolff looking very proud of Ivy, what a special moment this is for Ivy, she’s just proved to everyone that she deserves to be in that Mercedes seat!” Martin said.

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ivycarter: P3 on debut?! Words can’t describe how I am feeling right now. If you were to say to me a few years ago that I would have achieve a podium in my first race in formula 1, I would have never believed you. A double podium for us, very strong start to the season. Thank you all for all the support, means so much to me. Let’s go again next week!!💗

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user61 Let’s gooo, congrats Ivy!!!

user2 Proving everyone wrong😌

user94 🤩👑

susie_wolff Proud of you sweetheart❤️

ivycarter 🥰💗

user62 Susie & Ivy🥹

user26 Susie and Toto looked so proud of her😭

user17 Stargirlll🤩

lewishamilton Well done Vee❤️

ivycarter Thanks Lew❤️

user19 Awh her and Lewis!!

user7 Congrats Vee!

user81 Stargirl for reallll

user43 🔥🔥🔥

georgerussell63 Proud of u Vee!

ivycarter Thank u G❤️

user66 Ivy and George are the best teammates this year

user9 Toto and Susie looked so proud of her!!

maxverstappen1 Well done Vee!

ivycarter Thanks brooo, I’ll get you next time!!

maxverstappen1 Bring it on lil sis!

user20 I love how all the drivers treat her like a little sister!🥹

user72 I’m loving her friendship with Max!!

user80 Let’s go Ivy!!!⭐️

user58 Queennn👑

olliebearman Ay! Congrats Vee!

ivycarter Thanks Ol!

paularon_ Come to the F2 paddock!!

ivycarter On my way!!

user62 My fav trio ^^

user19 I love how Ollie, Paul and a few others weee watching her🥰

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paddockbunny · 2 years

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DYYYYYYYYYYYYYING at that Toto fic! can you write for Daniel please? Maybe either during an activiy cause that sounds interesting........or maybe his own car sex one?

Into the Woods

Summary : Daniel and the boys decide to go hiking. But what happens when the hike gets a little too tough for you? Rating : 18+ Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader Word Count : 2.6k Warnings : NSFW, adult material, 18+, language, PinV sex, slight fingering, unprotected sex

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"God…” you huff through gritted teeth as you tried to catch your breath. The guys were storming ahead and you cursed Daniel for bringing you along when you knew you’d be struggling along at the back. You liked hiking and could usually keep up. But these boys were practically running up the trail as if they had been promised a harem at the top. Your boot clad feet pounded into the rocky dirt track as your thighs burned like they had been set on fire. “Fuck…” You moaned as you saw the big muddy reddish boulders that the boys were tackling and you seriously contemplated crying. It was too much for you and you finally came to that realisation as your doofus boyfriend finally shouted back to check on you. “Hey baby, you ok?” The look you shot Dan was a mixture of I am going to fucking kill you and if you don’t come give me a piggy back all the way home I’m going to cry. You blinked several times when you saw that signature wide smile appear on his face followed by a loud, roaring laughter. “Stay there, I’ve got you.”

You stood exactly where you were and observed as the boys all came to a stop while Daniel tentatively made his way back to you. As he got closer, you looked up while his feet were practically level with your head and saw the slightly dirty black and grey trainers on his feet and you rolled your eyes. The damn fool was hiking in a pair of trainers while you were wearing big professional looking hiking boots - the ones he specifically told you you had to bring for the terrain, the ones he told you to bring that weighed your suitcase down, the ones that had given you blisters and made your feet ache - and it was at that point you genuinely contemplated killing him.

Daniel was still smiling when he reached you and let out a few small clucks of laughter upon seeing your silently fuming face. You pressed your tongue into the roof of your mouth to stop you from calling him a whole bunch of names you had been manufacturing for the past hour when the trail got exceedingly tougher. He bit his bottom lip as he pulled a twig from your hair and smoothed your tresses back down. “How’s my girl doing?” He asked and now that he was standing a foot away from you, his eyes staring directly into your soul, you felt your anger dissipate and you began to soften. “I can’t do anymore. I’m sorry, I tried.” You didn’t like admitting defeat. You didn’t want him thinking badly of you. You had wanted to make him proud that his girlfriend was able to keep up with the boys but your body was begging, no pleading, with you to stop. “Thank God!” He whispered under his breath and he exhaled heavily and put his hands on his knees. “I’m so tired.” You couldn’t tell if he was being truthful but in all honesty you didn’t care.

“What do we tell them?” I motioned with a head tilt to the 5 men waiting further up. I suddenly wanted to laugh at how the guys were so competitive they wouldn’t give up even if they wanted too. They probably all wanted to stop too but none of them wanted to hurt their pride. “Uh, guys…” Daniel shouted “we’re just going to head back, it’s getting a bit too rough for this little one to keep up with.” When he patted you on the head like a little puppy you blinked a few times in disbelief. But then again, he had stopped to come back with you so you couldn’t be mad.

“It’s funny how it’s quicker coming back the way that it is going up, isn’t it?” Daniel said cheerily and you nodded. Truthfully, you were trying not to lose your footing so his small talk was beginning to annoy you. “It’s beautiful up here.” It again was met with no reply “Do you think it would be ok for kids? What age do you think kids would be able to go hiking? Do you think kids actually like going hiking?” “DANIEL!” You shouted at him and his face went blank for a minute before he giggled like a kid. “Honestly, it’s actually like being here with a kid. You’ve not stopped talking.” You playfully moaned and had a small laugh yourself and he stopped, flung his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him. “Sorry, exercise makes me chatty.” “No shit!” You scoff and can practically feel the smile radiating through him.

You continue down the trail a little bit. Even in sweats you can see how athletic he is and how he’s barely broken a sweat. Actually, you try to remember when you actually have seen him break a sweat. And other than after a race, it dawns on you it’s only when the pair of you are having a particularly energetic sex session. Then while he holds your hand to help you down a big pile of sharp rocks, your mind wanders directly to the last time the pair of you had had sex. It had been days, six to be exact. Almost a whole week. Six days of being here in the wilderness, at a lodge with 5 of his best friends. It wasn’t exactly conducive to hot, sweaty, passionate sex, was it? But…

You were alone with him right now. And, no one else was around.

“Dan…” you lulled and tugged on his sweatshirt lightly to slow his pace down so you could move directly in front of him. Your eyes trailed from his dark chocolate eyes, down that nose you loved so much, to his full pouty bottom lip that drove you absolutely insane. “This might sound crazy but…” you pressed your body against his and the burning from your sore thighs travelled further up and now your pussy was throbbing due to where your mind had travelled too. A wave of pure thrilling excitement washed over you as you pressed your lips to his and whispered; “…let’s have sex, right here.”

Straight away shock was written all over his face. He blinked a few times as if he hadn’t heard you properly but his ears were certainly not playing tricks on him. You really had said that. A small twinge of a smile appeared on the mouth you had just kissed before he asked if you were serious. “Mmmm hmmmm…” you nodded and tan you hands down his chest before back up to gently caress his neck “it’s been days,” you pressed even closer against him in order to convince him but you really didn’t think he would need much at all. And when you whispered; “I need you to take care of me…Please baby....Pretty please.” With an almost comical glance around he finally grabbed your arm and pulled you off the trail in amongst some tall trees.

“Fuck…” he moaned “this is so fucking hot.” His voice did that darkening thing it always did when he was hard and horny. It was your own personal music because it was only you that got to hear it. That and the moans he made when he was fucking you. The groans and grunts he makes when he cums were for your ears only and right now the thought made your panties dampen. Speaking of which, while he pressed your front against the rough bark of a tree, his hands were pawing at your ass. Roughly grabbing it before he sighed when he pulled your leggings down over it. You moaned at the sudden cool air hitting your hot pussy and you felt like you would die if he didn’t touch you soon. “Dan…” you sighed “please!” You wanted to feel him. You were so desperate to have him that you didn’t care if it was his fingers, mouth or cock that were driving you toward an orgasm, you just needed him to make you cum.

Finally, his fingers ran up and down your soaking wet folds and he practically growled. The contact made you lunge forward. It wasn't enough. You needed more. “Fuck baby….you should have told me sooner you were this wet.” His fingertips gently slipped inside you - only a little - and he pulled back out leaving you utterly wanton for him. If you hadn’t had such heightened senses in that moment you would have missed the sound his mouth made when he sucked on his fingers. Tasting you on them. The image of looking down and seeing Daniel’s dark curls between your thighs as he went to town eating your pussy, flashed in front of your eyes and instinctively you pushed your hips back. It just came natural to you but you hadn’t expected to feel his bare cock when you did so. He worked so fast.

“Fuck, look at me…” he asked and you used your hands to brace yourself against the tree as you turned and looked over your shoulder at him. His eyes were practically stormy and completely ready to devour you. “You’re so fucking beautiful….” His cock ran up and down your soaking, throbbing folds. Internally you were screaming at him to do it, to fuck you, rail you out here in the open. There was absolutely nothing else in the world you wanted more in that moment than him pounding into you mercilessly. You were lost in those thoughts when he finally did thrust into you. Your legs felt like they might give way from how deep he felt. Your mouth fell open and you realised how cock starved you had been. “Daniel!” You yelped as he wasted no time warming up and he began to pound into you. His body curling against yours as he reached round and gave you a little extra help by way on his fingers touching you clit.

Moans poured from your lips and grunts and groans fell from his. He kept thrusting his cock again and again and again. Each time hitting that spot inside of you that he always knew how to find. Your legs were sore and tired and yet somehow, just out of sheer pleasure at him railing you, they managed to keep you up as you felt your orgasm starting to ascend upon you. The sound of his skin hitting yours and mixed with the beautiful noises he kept making. “I’m so close…” Daniel’s voice poured from him through gritted teeth. His breathing fast and unsteady gave him away. His pulsating, throbbing, hard cock inside your drenched pussy giving it away even more. “Fuck, baby….” He sighed again.

“Daniel….” You whimpered breathily “right there!” You exclaimed as a slight change in angle had his tip directly massaging your g-spot with every, single, thrust. “Right…..there, right there!” the words poured from your gasping mouth as your hands gripped the mossy fought bark of the tree before you. His hand fell from your clit and gripped both of your hips so hard you were sure his fingertips would have left marks but you didn’t care.

Your mind went blank when he finally slammed in one final time and it was enough for you to topple over the very tip of the edge he had you dangling from. An orgasm ran through your body and wrecked it. Your legs shook and threatened to give way as your lungs struggled for air. Lunging forward you practically had your face on the dirty tree trunk as pure buzzing ecstasy reached every inch of your being. You could easily be forgiven if you got emotional from the hard hitting orgasm your incredible boyfriend had just pulled from you. But as much as you were in the highs of the ultimate passion, you heard Daniel groan again behind you and quickly refocused on the fact he too was ready to fall over the edge and his thrusts had gotten lazier since he felt you orgasm around him. Your pussy tightening, clenching, pulsating around him. “Fuck….” He growled. And then, just like that, he quickly followed. His cock twitching inside of you as he came. Filling you up with his milky seed. The feeling was intoxicating and now - with his body completely flush against your back - you felt him convulse and shake as his orgasm swept through his body. His mouth was right against your ear and you focused on his rugged, jaggy breathing.

“We definitely need to do that again.” His words came out staccato and totally spent you turned around to face him still against the tree truck. Bracing your weak legs. Weak from the trail or the railing you had just had, you weren’t sure. He had a smirk painted on his face and for a second you watched as he put his cock away and pulled his teal green sweatpants back up his thighs. Moaning at the loss of the momentary view of the dick you at this point would die for. Finally as his eyes glanced over at you, pink leggings still around your knees he let out a quiet laugh. Daniel was only a few feet away from you but he closed the gap quickly with outstretched hands.

“Does my girl need some help? Too cock drunk to move eh?” He practically purred out of sheer delight and smugness at seeing you like this. He got down on one knee before his hands collected the soft, tight, Lycra material and worked them back up your thighs. Pausing when he saw his own milky white cum begin to dribble out of your glistening pussy. His eyes in direct eye-line it was like he was momentarily transfixed on the sight. Well, it wasn’t like either of you had brought anything to clean up with. You were supposed to be on a hike, remember. The smugness radiated from his body as he glanced up at you while continuing his task. The damp, wet material of your panties now mixed with Daniel’s spent pleasure oozed out of you slowly. Something inside him screamed of pride thinking of the journey down you would have to make with his cum making a wet patch between your thighs. Seeping through your dusky pink leggings. You had nothing to cover up with and it sent a pulse-wave of excitement ripping through his body at people knowing what you two had just done. How his girl was so desperate for him she pulled him into the woods to fuck her against a tree. Once he finished, your leggings now finally back in place, he arose and kissed you gently. “I fucking love you.” You knew he did. You were perfectly matched for him and that was because no one else on earth was as perfectly matched for you. He pulled you away from the tree that had moments ago been a lifeline to save you from falling on the ground while your legs shook from the orgasm he drove out of you. And after making your way back through the trees you got back on to the torturous trail that made you pitstop in the first place. “Do you think they’re still climbing?” You asked as his arm went around your neck. “Sheer pride won’t let any of them quit.” He replied. “Good.” You stated confidently “that means we will get back to the house before any of them do….” He glanced down to see how you were going to finish that sentence “you can help me shower to clean up.” “Shower sex now? You really are horny today aren’t you?” He laughed and you could feel the pride practically shining out of him.

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Dangerous Woman ▏Charles Leclerc

Social Media AU

☆Summary: Fans speculate your new song its about the f1 driver charles leclerc

☆Pairing: f1driver!charlesleclerc x singerfem!reader

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yn.ln HEYY! My new song ''Dangerous Woman'' its finally out tonight!! Hope you like it🖤

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username NEW SONG OMG😍😍

username CAN'T WAIT!!!

username CHARLES WHAT ARE U DOING HERE????

username I WAS GOING TO ASK THE SAME

oliviarodrigo Mother is mothering

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charles_leclerc P1 BABY!!! Really happy with the results of the race and to be back on the podium! Had a great inspiration to win this afternoon. See you in the next race 💪

username CONGRATS CHARLES YOU DESERVE IT

username YES BABY 😍👏

username what is y/n doing here 😭😭

username Y/N??????

username INSPIRATION???

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yn.ln cat out of the bag, love you mi amor❤️

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username NO WAY OMGGGGG

charles_leclerc love you more ma chérie❤️

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pierregasly finally!!!

username WAIT WHAT HOW WHEN?!?!?!

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charles_leclerc yes she wrote that song about me 😊🙌

username he really said ''I want everyone to now''

username HE'S SO PROUD

yn.ln I love youuuuuuu💕🥺

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carlossainz He has told everyone in the paddock to listen to it 🤣

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lecsainz · 7 months

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BEEN MINE

request: that one where you and charles have been friends since childhood and end up together

pairings: charles leclerc x friend!f1driver!reader

authors note: It was a request from a while ago, and it was in my drafts, so I decided to finish it, but I couldn't find the request box 😭

✩. . . masterlist !

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yourinstagram week of tests and a bit of my veryyyy boring holidays for you guys.

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ynismylife can't wait to see you racing this season

danielricciardo gonna kick some butts, girl!

⤷ yourinstagram I'll kick yours, danny!

⤷ danielricciardo oh, don't even

tswift the best of the grid

yourmom so proud of you my little baby

⤷ yourinstagram love you ❤️

⤷ landonorris “little baby” 😂

⤷ yourinstagram shut up, head square

landonorris still can't believe you ditched me to team up with max.

⤷ yourinstagram what can I say, lando, I love energy drinks! 😝

⤷ landonorris just smuggle some to my garage, we're good

⤷ yourinstagram deal!

⤷ landonorris 🤝

mcslaren her in the RBR uniform is gonna be the death of me.

⤷ monzaaaaa she must look smoking hot

charles_leclerc see you on the track, Y/N/N

⤷ yourinstagram ready to eat dust, leclerc?

⤷ charles_leclerc I never, but you...

⤷ yourinstagram we'll see, charles, we'll see.

redbullracing check out our new driver! we're thrilled to have you on the team, Y/N!

f1girly SHE IS SO MY WIFE

⤷ ynmine no she is MINE

maxverstappen1 can't wait to go for a run together, mate!

⤷ yourinstagram same here max.

⤷ 44hamiton not max calling her a mate 😭

yourinstagram - 4hrs ago

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yourinstagram definitely wasn't my best race, but hey, I made it to the podium! yeah, I'm gonna copy my grid mates, a.k.a. lando and daniel, and post more random pics. nah, I'm never making an insta for this; I always forget the password I set.

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charles_leclerc y/n, you gotta be kidding me with this pic!

⤷ yourinstagram but it's your bestie's best shot!

⤷ charles_leclerc I hate you, stinker

⤷ yourinstagram you're the stinker, percival

vsttapen RBR on 🔝!

landonorris since when do you remember anything?

⤷ yourinstagram lando, I just forgot your birthday, no biggie

⤷ landonorris NO BIGGIE????

foryn I'm just loving Y/N's era in red bull

yourbestie miss you 😢

⤷ yourinstagram me too sweetheart 😭

charles_leclerc since when do you root for the lakers, muffin?

⤷ yourinstagram always have.

⤷ charles_leclerc not gonna comment

⤷ yourinstagram boring 😑

danielricciardo when? where? and why did you take this pic of me?

⤷ yourinstagram I've got way more where that came from, danny.

⤷ danielricciardo y/n, you're scaring me

ferrariclub Y/N dropping a bunch of memes for us was just what I needed

lewishamilton we gotta set up a playdate for roscoe and [your dog name]

⤷ yourinstagram OMG! we need that, lew.

sebastianvettel you had an awesome race, kiddo!

⤷ yourinstagram thanks, seb ❤️

lecciardo we need posts like this every week!

maxverstappen1 should've posted a pic of us on the podium, mate.

⤷ yourinstagram couldn't find any good ones 😭

⤷ maxverstappen1 what do you mean?

⤷ yourinstagram charles_leclerc was photobombing like crazy.

⤷ charles_leclerc why am I still your friend?

⤷ yourinstagram cause you love me.

⤷ landonorris friend?

⤷ yourinstagram yeah, just a friend, lando!

ynandcharles I'm dying from this comment thread.

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charles_leclerc you are the best thing that's ever been mine

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yourinstagram and every time I look at you, it's like the first time

ynfirst the caption 😭😭😭

landonorris finally, you guys spilled the beans, I couldn't hold onto this anymore.

⤷ yourinstagram the first time you kept a secret!

⤷ danielricciardo HOW DID LANDO KNOW AND I DIDN'T

⤷ landonorris DON'T WANNA KNOW, DANIEL (I accidentally caught them both in the act, traumatized to this day 🤮)

f1gossip I TOLD YOU!!!!

carlossainz55 can I be the wedding godfather, lovebirds?

⤷ yourinstagram of course!

⤷ charles_leclerc yes!

⤷ landonorris can I be too?

⤷ yourinstagram NO

sainzmyluv my folks

arthur_leclerc congrats! and officially welcome to the leclerc family, yourinstagram

⤷ yourinstagram thanks arth ❤️

⤷ charles_leclerc you seemed more hyped when we told you

⤷ arthur_leclerc oh cmon I am the fan number 1 of yncharles!

hrryswif them being a swiftie couple >>>>>

maxverstappen1 I couldn't stand Y/N talking about charles all day, and now it's going to be even worse.

⤷ yourinstagram MAX! I don't talk about him all the time

⤷ maxverstappen1 YES, YOU DO.

lorenzotl Y/N dating the rival, christian won't like that very much...

⤷ yourinstagram I'm going to steal ferrari's strategies 😎

⤷ charles_leclerc I knew there was something behind it

⤷ yourinstagram LOVE, WAIT, I CAN EXPLAIN!

yourmom pascal and I always knew you two would end up together

⤷ pascal_leclerc we'll have to rethink our plans for their wedding.

⤷ yourinstagram oh no

⤷ charles_leclerc MOM, WE HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED DATING PROPERLY YET.

⤷ pascal_leclerc it's never too early to have everything planned, dear

yourbestie yourinstagram, you sneaky! why didn't you tell me, but you make a HOT couple

⤷ yourinstagram calling you now, bitch

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WELCOME TO LIBRARY

WARNING: MOST OF THESE WORKS CONTAINS SMUT 🔞

🩷 Heeseung:

Jealous Bf - fem reader x jealousbf!heeseung

My favourite Basketball captain is my boyfriend!! - basketballcaptain!Heeseung x fan-gf!Y/N

You text your boyfriend when you are horny - bf!hee × horny!yn

First day of the Year with him - bf!hee × gf!yn

F1driver!Heeseung - drabble

AN (UN)HELPFUL GUIDE TO BEING AN SECRET ADMIRER - L.HS SMAU

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You ask him for permission for going to a party (text messages) - bf!Jay x fem reader

Cousin!Jay

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Six months aniversary - fem reader x boyfriend!Sunghoon

Sunghoon text messages - bf!hoon x fem reader

"Authors in Love" Society -> part 1, part 2, part 3.

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Jake catching you masturbating - fem reader x roommate!jake

Jake text messages - bf!Jake x fem reader

Small dick? Naur way (requested)

Ceo!Jake on Valentine's Day

Bsf!Jake to bf!jake

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angelrari · 5 months

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gossip girl · pt. xi

based on the tv series gossip girl

max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader

fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)

a/n: hi! sorry this took long! my personal life has been a roller-coaster these past days, but here's a new part for you, i hope you enjoy it! 🤍

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gossip girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of monaco's elite.

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f1drivers max verstappen and charles leclerc arrive to the paddock for fp1-2 #lasvegasgp

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username ah yes the y/n lover duo

username i call them the edward and jacob of f1

username and y/n?

f1drivers apparently she came with max, but she used a private entrance

username i really need to know what's happening between them and y/n @/gossipgirl

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the city lights of las vegas' nightlife shined brightly and illuminated the whole town. the temperature had quickly dropped after the moon had risen, so you stood inside the red bull garage, with your hands in the pockets of the leather jacket you wore, waiting for max now the stewards had announced the fp1 session would not be resumed.

it had been a disaster. not even 10 minutes in, a loose drain cover had hit carlos' ferrari. max was right, this is a shitshow. luckily nobody had gotten hurt, but your blood ran cold at the thought of what could have happened.

"is carlos okay?". you heard max ask as soon as he got out of the vehicle.

"yes, he's fine".

max looked at you as he skillfully removed his helmet. it fascinated you: how the way the man who was always kind and tender turned into a hungry lion whenever he was in a racing suit and how his ocean blue eyes somehow turned a shade darker.

"seems like the start of fp2 will be delayed. they have informed us that they are checking all the drain covers now".

"great, fucking great". max said sarcastically.

"go rest, it seems like this will take long".

"yeah, yeah, i will".

max had waited until you were in his drivers' room, out of the public eye, to give you a chaste kiss. he had removed the top part of his elivs' inspired racing suit, that now was tied on his hips, and sat down on the sofa next to you.

"i have texted charles to ask him how carlos was". you told his as you intertwined your fingers with his. "and he told me everything is okay, but apparently he couldn't feel his legs for a few seconds".

"it doesn't make sense". he stated. "all that show for this? he could've got seriously injured".

"i know". you said. "it's scary to know they spent millions on this, but didn't even bother to check the drain covers twice".

"yeah". he tightened his embrace on your body. "aren't you tired? you didn't sleep well yesterday".

"kind of". you replied. "but it's okay, i'll drink another coffee later".

"and what are we going to do if you can't sleep later?".

"i'll wake you up because i will blame it on you".

"i'm sure i'll find a way to keep you entertained".

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max's fingers played with the buttons of your pink pajama shirt while yours caressed his damp hair. the smell of vanilla gel from the shower you had shared lingered on your bodies. now you laid on the hotel bed you shared, with your legs intertwined with his and feeling the beat of his heart against yours.

"you haven't had enough?".

"of you?". he said as he leaned in for a quick kiss. "never".

your hands moved to touch his face, feeling his stubble on your fingertips, you traced with your fingers the side of his jaw.

"i have to tell you something". you stated and his blue eyes starred into yours to look for a clue. "but promise me you won't get angry".

"that doesn't sound good".

"i know". you replied. "but nothing has happened, so don't worry".

"okay, i'm listening".

"yesterday charles confessed he still had feelings for me". you said. "when we were on our way back to the hotel, we were talking about léa and he told me he had realized that he didn't feel about her the same way he felt with me".

"he did?". he said and you nodded. "and how do you feel about it?".

"i love charles the way you love an old friend, i have many memories with him that are so dear to me". you explained. "but i know that what i once felt is not what i feel now and i'm sure that it's you the one who i want in my life".

"good". he said. "because i'm not letting you go anytime soon".

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crash n burn | ln4

✦ word count - 1,358

✦ summary - y/n crashed out of the 2024 shanghai gp, and lando can’t help but worry.

✦ warnings - injuries, angst(?), worried lando, racing/f1 inaccuracies!!

✦ ava’s notes - f1driver!reader for this one, folks. sorry for the inactivity, i haven’t had the writing spark in a while. but here i am, and with a new sport, no less! i'm also trying smth new, no Capitalization...not sure if ya'll are into it. i got into f1 a couple weeks ago, so there might be several inaccuracies, but i tried my best. thank you for the support 🫶🏼 (sorry for the long ass note LMFAO)

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THE FAINT SOUNDS OF VOICES reached your ringing ears. you could feel your head pounding from within the totaled car. suddenly, the simple act of opening your eyes was the hardest task for your shuddering body.

“y/n, are you alright?” the voices of your engineers could be heard through your helmet.

“i’m alright,” you mumble, not sure if the words made it out of your dry mouth. as your hands reach towards your harness and disconnect the latches, you let out a sigh of defeat, a whimper slipping past your lips.

you knew the race was over. the helmet was next to come off, throwing it out of your car before shakily ripping off the balaclava from your sweaty head. the act of taking off your helmet meant you couldn't talk to your team, you knew, but you couldn’t care less.

you felt like you couldn’t breathe with the restrictive head gear on.

tears burned behind your eyes, but you willed them back, refusing to show weakness. you felt and heard people around you. medics, probably, you couldn’t tell.

they were whirling around you and the war, or what was left of it. you felt them help you out and you let them, too tired to refuse. as your almost lifeless body left the constricted space, you took a heavy, deep breath, the exhale coming out trembling.

hands grabbed at your waist to keep you upright. waving a hand towards the concerned yet roaring crowd, the medics helped you into the van. before the double doors closed, you opened your eyes as much as you could and stifled a sob at what was left of your car.

you willed the strength to run your hands down your exhausted face. a blood pressure cuff made its way up your arm and you turned to the man responsible.

the thought of your family filled your head; are they worried? are they watching? your boyf-

lando.

you knew he’d be worried sick. turning your head towards the medic, you asked “c-can i speak to him? lando?”

the man – who you felt knew you were going to ask at some point – wordlessly handed you a headset, and you could already hear his yelling.

“-and none of you bloody fuckers have heard from her? complete bullshit. is. she. okay?!”

“lando?” his name spilled from your lips, relief ever so present in your voice, knowing he was okay — as well as he could be after seeing the love of his life crash, hard.

“babe? is that you? fuck- i hadn’t heard from you and i thought the worst.” he spoke, and you knew that if he wasn’t racing, he’d be running his hands through his hair like a madman.

“i’m okay lando, i promise,” you said, your hands gripping the microphone attached to the headset. “i’ll see you soon, okay?”

“yeah- yes, baby. i’m so glad you’re okay. i love you,’ and that was the last you heard before the doors of the medical van opened and you were being whisked away to the medical center in the paddock.

a mild concussion and a bruised rib.

you got off easy, they said. it could’ve been much worse, they said.

you just felt tired. exhausted. however many g’s your body was put through would have probably killed a normal civilian. soon enough, you saw the familiar head of dark curls jogging towards you. daniel wrapped you in a comforting side hug, running a hand up and down your back while he placed a soft kiss on top of your head.

“glad you’re alright, sugar,” he breathed out. “don’t know what i woulda done if you hadn’t ended up okay.”

a small, genuine smile appeared on your chapped lips as you leaned against his warm body. danny had dnf’d a couple laps before your crash, and you were slightly glad. it was nice to have a friend after your unfortunate end to the race.

“thanks, avocado,” you acknowledged, a hand coming to rest on his upper arm. the nickname stemmed from an interview he did with a kid that butchered his last name, saying avocado instead of ricciardo.

“you talk to lando yet?” danny asked, knowing your boyfriend is probably worried sick.

“yeah, spoke to him on the way here,” you answered. “he was worried sick, yelling at his team until i got on the radio. sorry you crashed out, danny. it wasn’t your fault.”

“ah i see,” he teased, knowing how much the boy loved you and worried over you. “and ‘s alright, couldn’t do anything to stop it. appreciate it though.”

you squeezed his arm before letting go, knowing he’d have to do interviews and such. “you got somewhere to be? interviews ‘n whatnot?”

danny turned his watch towards himself and swore, making you lightly chuckle. the sound of your laugh brought a smile to his face and he squeezed your arm back, his worried eyes scanning over your tired body. “you sure you’re alright? i can probably push the interviews back a few…”

waving him off with a flick of your hand, you affirmed that it was fine for him to go. he left you with another kiss to your temple and hurried off, turning around with another wave and his signature large, beaming smile. you blew him a kiss and he pretended to catch it, and you smiled fondly. your relationship with danny had always been friendly and flirty, lando never felt intimidated. a brother & sister bond is what it felt like with danny, being teammates strengthened your friendship greatly.

sleep was calling, but the crowd and bustling people kept you up. your eyes met the tv broadcasting the race, seeing the drivers come towards their garages. red flag, you correctly assumed.

fiddling with the zipper of your fireproof suit, you couldn't do much other than stay hydrated and watch the race. a few more people came in and visited you, mostly your team, to make sure you were okay and alive.

on the uncomfortable hospital bed, you tried to catch up on sleep. as soon as your eyes closed, you heard the voice of the commentators. “the race has come to an early end. y/l/n’s crash was brutal. we haven’t heard much about her condition as of yet…” their voices faded out as you heard commotion outside of your hospital bed.

minutes later, lando came barreling in. his fireproof suit was still suited up, and his eyes immediately locked onto your worn out body.

“oh y/n,” he whispered out. lando walked closer to you and carefully wrapped his arms around you, and you could feel his body buzzing from adrenaline.

“hi, lando,” you spoke softly, wrapping your arms around his slim torso. you could feel him hug you tighter. “they didn’t have to call off the race, y’know…i’m honestly fine.”

lando stood up straight and his eyes raked over you, similar to when daniel checked up on you. “fine my ass. you look like shit, y/n. but i’m so glad you’re okay.” his hands ran up and down yours, seemingly to calm himself and you down. “fuck the race, i had to see if you were okay.”

“just a bruised rib and-”

“and? there’s more?” lando’s concerned yet exasperated voice berated you.

you rolled your eyes before continuing, “-and a concussion. honey, i swear, i’m fine. they gave me meds for the headache and i’ve just been in here waiting for you.” you turned your head and grabbed his hand, your lips meeting the inside of his wrist. a smile formed on your face, trying to comfort him.

he sighed out in relief, glad you were okay. he brought you into his arms again. “i just- i don’t know what i would have done if it was worse. i’m so glad you’re okay.” you could feel him press a million kisses to the top of your slightly throbbing head.

a few seconds passed before you spoke up, teasing clear in your voice, “you’re gonna have to apologize to your team, y’know. your yelling was quite loud, baby.”

he groaned out dramatically and chuckled, “oh, fuck off.”

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Through the years | D.K

Doh Kyungsoo x f1driver!Reader

Warnings: Swears, a lot of crack

WC: 9.1k (ik, kill me now)

Howdy Cowpeople! This one is... hefty. This wasn’t supposed to be as long as it was but when I get in a groove... I think I made it obvious but I just wanted it to be over L O L. This one is pretty niche, but hopefully it can be enjoyed by both sides as it is a driver!reader.

(I didn't edit this, whoops)

2015

“Can you explain this picture?” The reporter asks, hovering in front of you with a phone in hand. The crappy quality is amplified as they have zoomed into the point where the picture is unrecognizable. You squint your eyes to see it and can’t make out quite what they’re trying to show.

“Sorry, w-what is that?” You ask, drawing back and squinting your eyes, resisting the urge to close them from exhaustion. Whoever decided it would be a good idea to do interviews after nearly 100 continuous laps in some barely held together race car with no break was a sadist. No other explanation.

“Oh! It’s a picture of you in a car with a guy.” The reporter said eagerly and shoved the phone your way. You briefly looked at the camera, an unimpressed look on your face, before turning back to the phone and squinting again.

You paused for a minute and drew back, your face still scrunched up, and exhaled.

“Nahhhhhh.” The drew out word left your mouth.

The reporter’s head tilted and they frowned.

“But it is! It’s you in Seoul after the Japanese Grand Prix!” He continued, looking very determined. You plastered a confused expression on your face.

“I’ve never been to Seoul before.” His face dropped and he turned back to his phone, as though trying to rationalize what he was hearing.

“Have you just taken a picture of… two random people in a car? To me it honestly doesn’t even look like anything cause it’s so zoomed in but to each their own.” You finished your words with a shrug.

“No, my source told me that that was 100% you! They said they saw you get in the car at the airport.” He continued on, undeterred by your flat disregard.

“I hate to say it, your contact’s wrong. I’ve never even set foot in the country.” You shrugged before turning to your PR manager who was gesturing for you to leave, with rather forceful movements. That was to clue you in that you were in trouble. With her personally or with the boss man, you didn’t know.

“Lovely to see you again, though.” You smiled and held your hand over. The interviewer tentatively took it and you exchanged good-byes before you turned around and left to go onto more interviews. The glance you exchanged with your PR manager told you that you were lucky you had not been caught out on your multiple lies and you heaved a sigh of relief to yourself.

Being the only female driver in a heavily male dominated sport was incredibly stressful. Add to that the eyes of reporters trying to find you doing anything remotely weird to spin it into a scandal and you had a lot of things to worry about. Especially since you had just started a relationship with a highly coveted Kpop singer which you were determined to keep under wraps.

You both had a bet running with each other. The first person to reveal the relationship would lose. There was no consequence but your pride, something which both of you had a bit too much of.

And so, a game was born. It simultaneously made you more careful of revealing your relationship while also making it a fun game.

This also meant that you had to start constantly lying to reporters to get out of tricky situations. Surely nothing bad could ever come from this.

2016:

“How does it feel to be a key contender for the championship?” Asked a reporter, directing it to, of course, Lewis Hamilton, who was sat beside Daniel in a panel of drivers. You were sat on the other side of Daniel, the small desk in front of you reaching for miles on either side.

As Lewis gave the carbon copy response that he had given to every interviewer so far, Daniel leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“I’m surprised they haven’t called him out on that yet.” He then reached for his plastic water bottle and took a sip. You considered this for a second before leaning to his side and answered, not turning your face from the crowd of reporters.

“I’m surprised they haven’t called you out on your disgusting trim.” He jolted forward at this unprompted attack on his hair and the choking sound he emanated drew attention from all in the room, all watching him with curious eyes as he tried to regain his breath.

“You alright mate?” Lewis asked, one of his eyebrows arching.

“Y-yeah I’m fine.” Daniel replied, waving his hand, eager to have attention off of his spluttering. It took a while but eventually all the cameras were aimed back at Lewis, so Daniel took the opportunity to elbow you hard in the side, your reaction being to topple off your chair dramatically. Usually one for the dramatics, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen Daniel want the cameras off him so much.

Hidden behind a small desk, you could only hear the questioning tones calling out your name and see Daniel’s slightly panicked face urging you to get up and back on your chair. With one single hand, you reached for the desk and slowly pulled yourself up.

You released a deep breath as you hauled yourself into your seat and turned to face the crowd of reporters who were looking at you. With a grand hand gesture, you motioned for them to continue with their interviews and turned slightly to Daniel with a smile. He shot you back an exasperated glance before your name was called from the crowd of reporters. You looked towards the reporter and he began speaking.

“So, as you’re the only female on the grid I feel the need to ask, if you could date any of the drivers, who would it be?” The eager face he had contrasted with your entirely unimpressed face. You could hear Daniel begin to start speaking and you could feel the defensive energy emanating from the rest of the drivers on the panel, but before any of them could interrupt with scathing criticism about the misogyny that permeated the question, you replied to the reporter.

“Literally none of them, I’d rather die.” Your response was met with general silence before Daniel started laughing as usual.

“Really? You wouldn’t fancy any of them?” The reporter asked, almost in disbelief.

“No!” You said almost equally in disbelief.

“I’m fine with what I have at home!” You added on after a second.

“Are you saying you’re in a relationship???” The reporter was on the edge of his seat, others shoving their microphones and cameras trying to get a good shot. You dramatically pondered that for a second before replying.

“I wouldn’t say that, I just have other things at home.” You said that and then leaned back, shrugged, and didn’t say anything else into the mic even at the reporters continual uproar as they took in the implications of that statement.

You, luckily, were able to avoid the increasingly weird questions by just not answering and smiling. You weren’t as lucky to miss the smirks thrown your way by the other drivers.

2017:

“It doesn’t count!” You said in disbelief, aiming it at the microphone of your phone.

“Mmm I’d say it counts.” Kyungsoo replied back teasingly, his voice echoing into your AirPods.

“You can’t go back on your word!! You said it was fine last year!” You were sitting at a table in your company's hospitality, having a conversation with Kyungsoo on the phone, blissfully unaware of the interviews going on outside the building which had a clear view into the small area.

“Yeah but it’s been two years, one of us has to call it quits soon.” Your face contorted before Kyungsoo quickly amended his statement.

“The bet! The bet! Sorry, that came out the wrong way.”

You just shook your head, a small smile growing on your lips.

“You bastard, you had me a little worried.” He scoffed in response. He had been speaking quietly into the phone as he was hiding in a closet in the SM building, taking a break from practice to talk to you. A true charmer.

“As if.” He replied shortly, a loud scuffling heard on his side.

“One second.” He said, as a banging sound came through into your headphones.

“Come on Hyung! Get off the phone and come back before someone else finds you!” Kai’s voice could be heard through the door. A pause before the banging started again.

“Also tell her I said hello!” You giggled at the younger man’s words and Kyungsoo’s sigh in response.

“I’ll call you after the race, do your best, I love you.” Kyungsoo muttered into his phone before shouting back to Kai something about respect and to shut up. It just made you laugh more.

“I love you too, practice well and I’ll call you soon.” You finally said in response after the yelling died down.

“Bye.” He said before quickly tacking on another “love you” and then he hung up.

After he hung up you just stared at your screen for a second with a smile you would 100% not call radiant on your face. It was quickly wiped off when your PR manager popped up out of nowhere and started talking about interviews, causing you to switch to English as you stood up and followed him.

However, the interview still captured your little moment and the conversation preluding it. You knew this because, when you went back to your phone after the race, Baekhyun had sent you a picture of your smile through the tinted glass with a smirking emoji as well as a picture of Kyungsoo on the floor in the closet in the dark talking to you on the phone, not to mention the hounding you got at the next press conference.

2018:

You knew it was risky to do a live in your own apartment, especially since you were in a completely different country than where you were claiming you were.

But your PR team wanted you to do it, and you couldn’t exactly tell them no, even if you were currently lying to them about your circumstances. You were a bit worried that something unexplainable might happen like the South Korean national anthem suddenly blaring but what you weren’t worried about was the person who you were living with coming back and interrupting your live.

Kyungsoo was at practice and, while you were ok with him skipping it to talk to you on the phone, you didn’t want him to skip it now, as you had been promised a few days without any interruption if he went to every practice. So he was at practice and you were fulfilling all your expected PR duties for the next couple of days, which included the live.

Regardless of your hesitations, you set up your phone on your coffee table facing the entrance to your home and sat on the couch before turning on the live. Immediately people joined, flooding the chat and making your phone vibrate.

“Uhhh hello everyone.” You awkwardly greeted as you tried to think of things to say. Kyungsoo would be fantastic at this, you couldn’t help but think, always having to do live’s with his members.

“How’s everyone’s days been?” You settled on and watched the responses roll into the chat. You noticed a few drivers had joined your live and even a few of the boys from F2 and F3 were watching, which you thought was pretty nice of them considering it was mainly you rambling for around 30 minutes.

Your manager wanted you to do an hour minimum for the live and the time seemed to stretch for years, you continuously making small talk and occasionally replying to comments. You even snuck in a few jokes for the other drivers before, around the 55 minute mark, a sound came from your end.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you wondered where the noise was coming from, looking around the apartment. Quickly standing up, you looked around the apartment, making a lighthearted joke about ghosts as you nervously tried to find the origin of the sound.

You realised that sound was the wrong key being put in the lock as soon as you registered the sound of the correct key being put in.

As Kyungsoo opened the door, you made the biggest leap you think you have ever made. It would’ve had to have been around 4 meters surely. Somehow you had leapt onto the coffee table, knocking your phone down. Kyungsoo was staring at you weirdly as you violently gestured at him to shush. He raised an eyebrow.

“Are you ok?” He asked, his deep voice sounding as lovely as ever. You took a second, contemplating your options in this circumstance before coming to a logical conclusion.

You started to scream.

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!” Kyungsoo’s face shifted to one of confusion as yours was full of desperation.

“YOU CRAZY PSYCHO! GET OUT!!” You continued to yell in perfect English, a contrast from his peaceful question, and gestured for Kyungsoo to close the door, which he did, albeit very confused.

As soon as he closed the door, you maneuvered yourself so that you weren’t facing him and quickly picked up your phone from underneath you.

“Oh my god, what just happened.” You said, showing the camera your roof. You picked up the phone and started fidgeting with it.

“‘Are you ok?’ Yeah I’m fine, I just gotta figure out how to change the locks. I’ll uh.. I’ll get back to you guys. See you later.” You said absentmindedly, as you ended the live.

You paused for a second, sat back on your heels, and sighed, staring up at the roof. The sound of footfalls reached your ears and you didn’t react when Kyungsoo placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m not losing this bet.” You mumbled, staring at the ground. An incredulous laugh left him at that as he reached his hand further and brought your face to look at him. A smile that there was no other way to describe but goofy was spread across his face.

“You’re still thinking of that?” He asked and you nodded.

“I take our bet very seriously.” You said before he slightly shook his head, gave you a kiss on the forehead, and moved towards the kitchen.

You picked yourself up and moved to the dining table as he started work in the kitchen. And, as he made a delicious dinner that you both enjoyed, you started to field off your PR team asking who was in your house and ignoring the comments wondering why the guy was speaking Korean in the middle of England.

2019:

It was approximately ten minutes before you had to be in the car and ready to go, and you were half-way there. You had your fireproofs and race suit on and you were being herded towards your car by a crowd of engineers. Strategies and specifics were being directed at you and you could only nod and act as though you were absorbing what they were saying.

Even after four years on the job some people felt they just couldn’t rely on you. Honestly, they should just let you do your thing, you knew what you were doing.

No! God, ever since Kyungsoo had joined the military you’d been irritable and quick to anger on the track. Your poor engineers were trying their best to get through to you, likely because they wanted to keep their jobs, but you’d been incredibly closed off since after you got back from the honeymoon.

Oh yeah, you got married. During a break and right before Kyungsoo was scheduled to start his enlistment, you got married down in a small courthouse with only a few people from either side. You had your family, a few close friends, and a few drivers while Kyungsoo had his family, a few close friends, and the whole of EXO.

It was very emotional and intimate, but that was how you’d describe your relationship so you were very happy with it. You were also extremely happy with the week get-away in the middle of nowhere in New Zealand that followed after, a week of people not recognising both you, farmers markets, and sheep. Lot’s of sheep.

But ever since he’d flown off to do his duty to his country (and shaved his head, no one should look that good with a shaved head) and you’d flown to your next race, you’d been incredibly… angry.

You didn’t know if it had to do with not seeing Kyungsoo for the better part of two years or having that split immediately after the wedding, but what you did know was that it was affecting your racing so you had to snap out of it.

Being dragged back to the present you quickly hopped in the car and performed all of your checks on the steering wheel and adjusted things while people flitted around outside the car, adjusting things and making sure the car was in proper state.

After a quick radio check, the call to start up for the formation lap (you were in P11 after a pretty dodgy qualifying) was relayed and all around you could hear car’s engines coming to life. You glanced at your engineers and snapped down your visor at their nod, starting the car.

Before you pressed the throttle something quickly came to mind. You rapidly gestured for one of your engineers to come close to you, incredibly conscious of all the cars revving around you. The poor engineer almost sprinted to you as you started to fiddle with the zip of your racesuit, the gloves you were wearing prohibiting you from unzipping it.

The engineer's face was comically concerned and he slowly reached forwards before you looked up and grabbed his outreached hand. His face immediately went to one of shock as you made his hand grab the zip and unzip the front part of the suit.

Choosing to ignore the cameras capturing this interaction you continued unzipping it till it lay around your collarbones, hoping the cameras don’t catch any of your naked shoulders. The engineer's face then relaxed as he saw the necklace around your neck and he quickly reached in, almost leaning over the car, to move your necklace around your neck till the latch was in front of him.

He cautiously unlatched the necklace before zipping up your race suit. You immediately relaxed as the pressure around your neck was relieved. Before he could retreat back to the crowd of engineers, you grabbed the hand that wasn’t holding your necklace and slapped it appreciatively with your other hand.

He retreated as you powered up the car and started to move it forwards, letting all the cars that needed to go before go before you started to move.

Your team radio started up as you were leaving the pit lane.

“You all had us very confused there.” Your race engineer said as you started your cruise around the track.

“Yeah, sorry I completely forgot about it. But I thought it was better to take it off.” You said, pressing down on the throttle.

“He better not lose that though. I want that back at the end of the race.” You subtly threatened, suddenly thinking of the rings that were attached to the necklace. You hoped that maybe the cameras hadn’t seen your wedding and engagement rings but you knew there was no chance they hadn’t not captured it. Oh well.

“I don’t know if you’ll get it back by the end of the race.” Your engineer said, her tone almost sarcastic.

“What’s that mean?” You asked, letting the car cruise.

“You’ll probably be killed by your PR team first.” She said bluntly. So bluntly it made you laugh.

“I’ve got a race to focus on.” You reminded her, leaving out the part that you had a race to think of an excuse as to why you have two rings attached to a necklace around your neck.

And you did think of an excuse, wearing the necklace proudly during post-race interviews and saying it was a family heirloom that had been passed on to you by your grandma whenever you were questioned about it.

The moment still went viral though, people questioning the relationship between you and the engineer. It went viral enough to that you had to suffer through teasing by Daniel and his accomplice Max Verstappen (you didn’t know how the kid knew you were married but you suspected it had something to do with an annoying Australian) not to mention the shit being talked in the EXO group chat you were in.

I mean seriously, all of those guys are millionaires, does Chen have nothing else to do with his time than bully the wife of his bandmate?

2020: (sorry Alex)

Somehow you got signed to RedBull on a year contract. Not to say you weren’t grateful for the opportunity but you were definitely a bit confused. But anyway, you let bygones be bygones and now you had a 22 year-old dutch nuisance under your wing.

He was a great kid but god, was he traumatized. You were convinced he’d never seen a healthy family dynamic, so you were more than happy to let him see how you and Kyungsoo functioned. Or at least how you functioned when he was not in the military.

You kind of felt like a life coach for the kid, telling him when he was being taken advantage of or when he should continue with something. You’d been woken up plenty of times in the middle of the night by him drunkenly whining into the phone about wanting to go “home”, something neither of you commented on when he woke up on your couch the next day.

So, safe to say, you’d practically adopted a child without the permission of your husband.

This extended to on the track as well, you’d gotten into a few mild disagreements with Jos Verstappen after his cruel comments which often involved you looking at him angrily and him shit-talking you in interviews about you being a woman. You’d often have to refrain from saying that you’d always be more of a man than him, but alas, you didn’t want to get kicked from your seat.

You knew that Max was extremely appreciative of your dynamic, even commenting on it a few times during interviews, saying that he was very happy to have you as a teammate. After that interview you almost felt like you and his lover, Daniel, were able to give him some sort of an idea of what a normal family relationship should look like.

This sentiment was definitely reinforced when a loud knocking on your Monaco apartment door happened in the early afternoon. It was a weekend with no race, so you were soaking in relaxation. You were having a nice bubble bath after having read for the whole morning, so you were hesitant to hop out of the bath.

The knocking persisted however, and with a sigh, you got out of the bath and wrapped a bathrobe around you before loudly yelling you’d be a minute. You tugged on some sweats which weren’t yours and put your hair in a towel before eventually making your way to the door.

You might’ve taken more than a minute, but it didn’t matter when you opened the door and were greeted with the image of Max Verstappen on his knees, face pressed into the expensive hallway carpet. What a sight to see, the prodigy and most highly anticipated driver of his time, lying face-first on the floor.

“What the fuck?” You asked, immediately crouching down to his level after a quick glance to see that none of your neighbors had left their apartments to check on the banging (pretentious, self-concerned people).

You rolled him over, your confusion doubling as you took in the remorseful look etched across the young man's face, almost tripling as you took in the barely concealed tears in his eyes. Your heart ached though and you pulled him up so that he was sitting on his knees.

“I’m so sorry.” He muttered as your face contorted in confusion. What had happened? “Come inside Max.” You said quietly, helping him up from his spot on the floor and leading him inside, locking the door after you both. Leading him to the couch, you left him after putting the throw blanket over his shoulders, and went to make both of you a tea.

You noticed your phone constantly vibrating on your kitchen counter and quickly chucked it on do not disturb, not checking the notifications because you were more concerned with your teary teammate.

After grabbing the teas you made your way to the couch, setting them down on coasters on the coffee table, before sitting on the edge of the ‘L’ piece of the couch, so you were facing Max. You grabbed his hand from his lap where he had been nervously picking at his nail beds.

“What’s wrong Max?” You asked calmly, bringing his hand to your lap to stop him from hurting himself. He looked up at you, a few tears having rolled down his cheeks.

Whatever had happened had fucked him up. You didn’t think it was a fight with his dad, he’d sadly become pretty unresponsive to those. You briefly considered him losing his seat but shook that off, he was doing exceptionally well.

Maybe you’d lost your seat and he was sent to deliver the news. That would make more sense, especially as your phone was blowing up. You hadn’t been performing very well, but you didn’t think they’d drop you from your seat midway through the season, especially during a season as turbulent as this one.

It was the only reason that made sense though, so you prepared yourself for the news that you would be unemployed. Maybe you’d go back to F2 or maybe IndyCar? Or you could just move to South Korea and live there permanently, letting Kyungsoo fulfill his passion for acting and singing while you did a few kart races to occasionally quench your thirst for adrenaline.

That actually didn’t sound too bad, though you’d definitely have to discuss it with Kyungsoo when he got back from enlistment, which meant around 5 months of unemployment. But hey, you had the money and so did Kyungsoo.

Max snapped you from your thoughts of the future by clearing his throat.

“You don’t know?” He asked, curiously glancing up at you. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“No…” You said, conveying your confusion. “Should I?”

“Have you checked your phone recently?” Yep, you were definitely getting fired. You should probably start packing now. Maybe Daniel could get his seat back? You shook your head in response to his quiet question.

“I’ve just been reading all morning.” Max nodded, a small ‘ah’ leaving his mouth as he stared at the floor. He reached for his tea, his hand leaving your lap. You narrowed your eyes at that, following his movements as he sipped, a gasp immediately leaving his throat as he burnt it.

You immediately cussed and sprung up from your couch to grab a glass of cold water, running back to the couch and giving it to Max, watching as he gulped down the glass. When he finished he turned back to you and thanked you, before pausing for a second and bursting into another round of tears. You placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re really freaking me out Max. Can you please tell me what’s wrong?” You asked gently, trying to make him catch your eye.

“Promise you won't hate me?” His small voice asked and you internally crumpled at his vulnerable question. Honestly you never thought you’d end up gentle-parenting a teammate like he was a child of yours, especially since you were only like 5 years older than him, but here you were, caring for him like family.

“Yes, I won’t hate you Max.” You repeated as he finally caught your eye. He took a deep breath before starting to speak.

“I was doing an interview for the press and they started asking questions about other drivers and my relationship to them. They then asked about you and I said that I’m really close to you and etcetera.” Ok, seems pretty normal so far. At least you weren’t getting fired, hopefully.

“And they asked if I see you more as a mother figure or a romantic interest.” He said before quickly turning his eyes away. This confused you before you clued in.

“Oh Max.” You said quietly and he turned back to you. “I’m flattered you feel that way but I am married and I am loyal-”

“No, no, no!” He said, louder than he’d ever spoken in the time since he was on the floor. His cheeks had turned bright red as he looked in your eyes.

“No, I didn’t say that I saw you romantically!” He quickly amended and you breathed a sigh of relief, smiling.

“Ok, that’s good! I didn’t want our friendship to be awkward.” You said, looking at him for a response. He just grimaced and averted his gaze. You gestured for him to go on confusedly and he began speaking again.

“And I said more like a mother-figure.” A statement which made you feel positive things you don’t want to address. “Then I may have accidentally said that, even though I haven’t met him, I see your husband as more of a father-figure as well.” He quickly rushed the last part out and you sat, stunned.

The room went silent while you processed what he told you. Fuuuuckkk. How much trouble were you going to be in? I mean the team knew, but this wasn’t something you could pass off as your grandmother's rings. This was undeniable proof that you had a husband. God press days were going to suck after this unless you could somehow make an excuse.

As time went on he seemed to collapse in on himself, the energy quickly switching to something you didn’t like.

“To be honest I thought you were going to tell me I’d lost my seat.” You said and Max’s head snapped up. “What?” He asked, disbelieving.

“Yeah I know, crazy.” You laughed, dragging out the last word, trying to establish a more relaxed aura in the room.

“No, why haven’t you kicked me out yet?” It was at times like this you really wanted to punch Jos Verstappen in the face. You made an over exaggerated confused face, hoping the fact that that had never gone through your mind was on display in your face.

“Max, why would I do that?” You asked, your voice very quickly becoming soothing.

“Why aren’t you mad at me? You’ve spent years hiding this! You should be yelling at me!” He said, standing up. You tried, in vain, to get him to sit down by gently calling him, but he started pacing.

“I’ve just ruined your chances at revealing this yourself, at ever having another peaceful day in your marriage, and all you can do is make a joke?!” He almost started yelling, clenching his fists. You got fed-up and yelled his name, calling his attention to you.

“You’re in my house as my guest. You will not tell me what to do or how to handle situations. Sit your ass down.” You yelled, your voice incredibly commanding. He followed your instructions and sat smally in front of you.

“Max. It was eventually going to come out. I don’t mind. I’d much rather it come off handedly from you than maliciously leaked by a random instagram page.” You said and he looked up, almost looking close to tears. You frowned before bringing the boy up into a hug. You stayed like that for a few minutes before you had to ask a question.

“You didn’t reveal who he was though, no?” You asked, still in the hug. You felt Max shake his head and you silently fistpumped behind his back. It wasn’t your fault, so it technically didn’t count and you hadn’t lost the bet.

You were right, by the way, press days were soon filled with questions about your mystery husband instead of your racing. But it was fine, you were somehow able to twist it as though you’d made a joke about having a husband and Max took it seriously.

Phew.

2021: (sorry latifi)

“And so today you will be reacting to fan edits of yourselves!” The lady behind the camera finished, prompting you and George to look at eachother. It was early in the season and, even though you’d raced together for a few years, you weren’t exactly close, being that before pre-season meetings, you hadn’t ever talked. At all.

This meant he didn’t know much about your personal life or the whole ‘husband’ thing. Which was fine, you’d tell him in your own time, when you felt your friendship was strong enough. He seemed to be a great kid, though you were determined to not adopt another grown child, especially after the look you got from Kyungsoo when you mentioned the fact you may have ‘accidentally’ had Christmas with Max Verstappen.

But hey, they had finally met during February and it was almost like a Dad saying that his daughter can’t adopt a cat while simultaneously cuddling with the cat. Kyungsoo, against his better judgment, had instantly attached to Max and now you were battling for the position of being his favourite driver. Which you were totally not bitter about (you said your favourite EXO member was Sehun in retaliation and he changed your mind very quickly).

Back to the present, the people behind the camera placed a tablet on the table in front of you. It was open on the photo gallery and you could already see some very flattering videos saved to the device.

“You wanna go first?” You asked, and George nodded before picking up the tablet and scrolling through the photo library. He closed his eyes and landed on one. Loud music immediately began playing from the device, you think ‘London Boy’ by Taylor Swift, and you both watched in varying states of horror as photos and clips of him flashed on the screen.

As the video ended you both accidentally made eye-contact. Now, as an almost 28 year old woman, the simple gesture of looking into your teammate's stricken eyes should not have made burst out laughing as hard as you did. But, god, George’s eyes were expressive. In fairness he also did laugh, though he probably was confused as to why you were laughing so much.

After you caught your breath you could only utter out,

“Your face...” Before peeling back into giggles again. He started laughing again as well before putting the tablet down. In doing so, he accidentally swiped the tablet and the Backstreet Boys started playing, an edit of the 2019 rookies playing as the video.

This chain event caused you to start gasping, the sheer ridiculousness of the videos catching up to you. George only took one look at the tears forming in your eyes before he was also wheezing out harsh breaths from laughing.

It took around 2 minutes for you to look at each other without laughing and, for you both to be able to pick up the tablet without giggling, it took another minute or so. You eventually began scrolling through the tablet, laughing at some and ‘aww’-ing at some of the sad ones.

Eventually a video came up with the background music to ‘Give it to me’ by Sistar, an edit of you that was hot but had you gasping at the lyrics.

“What?” George looked over to you, curious as to why there was another noise that came out of your mouth than laughing or a strained ‘why?’.

“The audacity!” You said, as the music continued playing.

“What..?” George asked, more confused than previously.

“Do you want to know the lyrics they’ve just edited me to?” You asked, looking over at him, your voice pretending to be offended.

“What?” He said, his tone changing again to have a sort of goading lilt.

“Will I even get married before I turn thirty.” You said with an air of finality, turning to glare at the camera, your jaw dramatically hung open. George gasped mockingly.

“How dare they!” He said sarcastically and you nodded eagerly.

“I know right!” You responded beginning a stereotypical mean girl impression. “How dare they!” After that little fiasco, you both kept scrolling and laughing (a notable example of this being when an edit of George crying came up, him pushing your shoulders as you continued to laugh).

Eventually the video was being wrapped up and George was preparing to do a sort of sign off when he paused and turned to you.

“I know we aren’t incredibly close…” He started and you prepared for a multitude of questions. You didn’t know him well enough to predict what he might say, so you went over your predisposed answers to questions in your head.

You knew he wouldn’t ask anything uncomfortable, like about your relationship status, or anything really weird, like how many socks do you wash at once. But that left a gaping probability for mildly-weird or mildly-uncomfortable questions. You hoped he wouldn’t ask that, but you were still prepared to be asked if you threw out your receipts or kept them.

“But I didn’t know you knew Korean. How did you learn?”

Oh. Fuck.

You did not have an answer for that. How the fuck did you not have an answer for that? You definitely should have had an answer for that. Oh wait, you didn’t have an answer because you promised yourself not to tell anyone that you could speak Korean so that you didn’t get that question!

The real, close-friends answer was that Kyungsoo had taught you over a range of years and that you’d taken courses so that you’d be able to talk to his friends and family. However you didn’t have a PR approved answer because you’d never thought that you’d need one. Time to put your problem solving skills to the test.

“Uhhhhh…” You said, staring confusedly at George, aware of the seconds that had passed while you were internally monologuing. You hoped your expression didn’t convey the level of gob-smacked that you felt but you think it did because George’s face contorted to be one of worry.

“If that’s a sensitive topic or something you don’t have to answer!” He quickly said as though he was trying to fix the situation. You’d later learn the George thought before your video that you were kind of ‘fucking terrifying’ (his words) and that he was scared he’d screwed up by asking you this and one of his ‘hero’s’ (his words) wouldn’t ever want to talk to him again.

“Nah, nah. It’s ok.” You waved him off, desperately trying to think of something. Oh! You knew exactly what to say.

“Basically I just have this really good friend who is Korean and I asked him to teach me for fun.” You said simply, before realising that wasn’t good enough considering your reaction.

“I was trying to hide how good I’ve gotten to try and surprise him but I guess it’s ok.” You said, a small smile on your face. George relaxed from his tense state and nodded, a small smile playing onto his lips as well.

“Ah that’s cool. Sorry to spoil the surprise.” You waved him off again and he continued the video’s outro.

Another good save, you really oughta be hired to problem-solve. And by problem-solving you mean lying to the media. And George. Poor George.

2022: (yeah the timelines don’t match, don’t call me out pls)

A loud banging sounded against your hotel door. You groaned, dropping the book onto your chest from where you held it up. Glancing angrily at the door, you rolled out of bed and stomped over to the entrance. You ripped open the door and prepared to start reaming the person on the other side before letting out a high-pitched scream.

You were in Japan for the Suzuka GP. You always didn’t like the Japanese GP because, even though you were incredibly close to Kyungsoo, your schedules never lined up so you could never see him.

That fact really grinded your gears, but it’s what you get when you try to schedule something with SM Entertainment. A decisive ‘No.’ What a great company. To be honest, was Willaims really any better?

No. No they weren’t. That mere fact infuriated you enough to make you scream. However, it wasn’t the reason you were currently screaming. That was because, standing in your doorway in the middle of the team hotel, was Kai.

You hadn’t seen him in a few months, you both had busy schedules, so the man appearing on your doorstep was miraculous. You didn’t think of why he was there, or how he got there. You just threw your arms around him and gave him a hug.

“Oh my god!” You screamed, before immediately regretting it and quickly pulling him into your hotel room before someone came out of their rooms and wondered why he was in front of yours.

“Hi!” He said, laughing as he let himself be pushed into your room despite the fact he could pick you up and throw you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked changing your pulling into a hug, squeezing the younger man as though he was your child. You had a serious problem with that, treating men almost your age as children. But Kai was more of a brother than a child, to be quite frank. That distinction just meant that he really really bugged you.

“I have a concert tomorrow and I thought I might just stop in.” He said, a smile on his face. “Though it is only me, sorry.”

“That’s ok!” You said, still in disbelief one of your closest friends was on your doorstep.

“Does Kyungsoo know?” Kai smirked in response to your question. That was answer enough in itself and you slapped Kai on the shoulder.

“You should’ve told him! He might’ve come.” Kai gasped in mock offense.

“What am I not good enough? Would you really prefer your husband that much?” He continued in mock offense and you dead-panned him. He just laughed in response.

“I did have to tell the company I was coming though, and they asked me to film a TikTok with you.” He quickly rushed out and you groaned, staring at the sky. What was up with all of these people wanting you to do TikTok’s?! You had all of your team's PR people constantly chasing you with a camera and now you had Kai asking for a video.

“Fine.” You ground out and Kai grinned, purposely ignoring your annoyance.

“Fantastic!” He said and quickly whipped out his phone, launching into his plans of what to film. Your only artistic input was that he had to cool it on the filters or else you wouldn’t film.

The video started with the familiar sound of Peaches by Kai and a hand knocking on your hotel door, you opening the door curiously. As the chorus sounded, you recorded Kai dancing in your doorway, incredibly aware of the chance of any of your colleagues walking into the hallway and wondering what the fuck was going on.

The video continued after the chorus, Kai recording you slamming the door in his face with a confused expression. The video then ended with a still image of the both of you doing a heart together with your hands and you let Kai go rampant on the filters, hearts and sparkles flying around on the screen.

When you watched it back, Kai waiting at your side eagerly to see your reaction, you did your best to hide the laughing fit you had in reaction to the monstrosity. You couldn’t quite hide the gasps that were leaving you though and Kai frowned.

“It’s perfect. I love it.” You said, through your giggles and he smiled.

“I know. It’s fantastic.” You only nodded because you couldn’t trust yourself to talk, a small whine escaping through your lips at the struggle of not laughing.

“Do you want to see the caption?” He asked and you violently nodded your head.

“Please.”

“P15 but still P1 EXO-L.” He read out and you just hung your jaw open. “You bastard!” You laughed out.

“I put it in Korean as well.” Your only response was to hit him, hard, while still laughing and shaking your head.

“Should we run it by your PR team before posting?” Kai asked, taking a serious note. You looked to him and sucked in air through your teeth.

“Nahhhh.” You replied and he shrugged, and clicked post.

“I should probably tell Kyungsoo you were here before he finds out through the internet.” You said, reaching for your phone. Kai nodded vehemently.

One phone call later, an angry Kyungsoo and an apologetic Kai later, the TikTok was making its rounds and your phone was blowing up, your poor PR agent about to have a heart attack.

On that delightful note Kai left your hotel room, farewelled with a minute long hug and a well-wish for his concert, and you were left to phone your PR agent who just screamed into the phone for 10 seconds before actually speaking.

Of course, during the press releases for the rest of the season, you talked about how much of an EXO-L you were and how close of a friend you were to Kai. This didn’t come without dating rumours but, due to one poorly angled camera shot of your disgusted face when a reporter suggested dating to your face, that was shut down pretty quickly.

Still no one had shipped you with the other EXO members though, so you weren’t even close to losing the bet. (Though you had been asked which EXO member was your favourite, which you responded to with a smirk.)

2023:

It was a good race, you finishing P4 which was a huge improvement since last season. Your team was on top of the moon as were you, smiling from ear to ear. You were currently in the press area, getting asked questions left and right about the car and your performance.

You were adequately responding to each question, sometimes looking questioningly your PR agent when you weren’t sure how to respond. A loud crash sounded through the area that drew the attention of most in the area as a reporters chair fell to the ground. They had jumped up at something on their phone and, like everyone else in the pen, you were wondering what had them so fired up.

Then their eyes darted up and made eye-contact with you. Your internal monologue quickly changed from questioning to a repeated loop of ‘Oh no. Oh no.’ as they advanced your way, moving like a predator stalks their prey. They thrusted their phone under your nose, the shitty little mic attached to it capturing every breath you took and the many cameras in the area capturing your wide eyes.

The reporter addressed you by name before starting to speak.

“Do you know of a man by the name Doh Kyungsoo?” They asked and your world cracked. What on earth had happened? How did they know? All you knew was that it was time for the one acting class your mum had made you take to try and sway you from racing to come to full effect.

“I think he’s from that band Kai’s in, yeah?” You responded after a second of fake pondering. The reporter's eyes narrowed like a hawk.

“You wouldn’t say you were close? Not close enough to get married perhaps?” The reporter asked, clearly trying to stir the pot. Oh my god, was this a prank? How the fuck did they know? How were you supposed to play this off? Would this jeopardize your career?

“Uhhm no…?” You said, incredulously, fixing them a scandalized stare. They sarcastically nodded.

“Oh really? Then what’s this?” They said and shoved their phone closer to your face till you saw a picture of you and Kyungsoo on your wedding day. How did they get this? Had one of your small circle leaked something?

You tried not to let the bewilderment you felt show on your face.

“I’m sorry? Are you trying to pass this off as real? It’s obviously photoshopped! I’m so tired of people trying to fabricate a story of me dating every person I’ve interacted with!” You finally snapped, letting a few years of pent up tension out in this moment. The reporter only continued to smirk.

“Oh really!” They said and you wanted to punch them and their snooty little face. To try and display this, your face fell into one of contempt.

“Is that why this image was posted to Doh Kyungsoo’s official instagram account with the caption ‘Sorry for making you lie to the press for eight years!’?”

They got you there, dam.

Your jaw dropped open, the corners of your mouth rising at the pure hilarity of this situation.

“Excuse me?” You asked, grabbing the phone off the reporter and tapping back onto the post. They were right, Kyungsoo had posted to his official instagram that exact post. It was a carousel post with pictures taken of when you’d lied to the press about him, from the initial lying about being in Seoul to a picture of your ringed necklace to a picture of you smirking after being asked which EXO member was your favourite.

You couldn’t help but release a laugh, your hand traveling to cover your open mouth. Why did he post this?

Wait.

This meant you won the bet. Your head shot up to stare at a camera.

“I won the bet.” You said quietly. The reporter snatched their phone back and stared at you confused.

“What?” They asked and you whipped your head to them, a large smile spreading across your face.

“I won the bet!” You said eagerly, reaching out to grab their shoulders and rock them back and forth.

“I won the bet!!” You ignored how they shook you off, turning to your PR Agent instead and grabbing them and lifting them up. They hurriedly tapped your back as you lifted them, as though signaling you to drop them, but you ignored that and started spinning them around.

“I actually can’t believe it, oh my god!” You snapped out of it and dropped your PR Agent, immediately running out of the media pen and back to your driver room, pulling your necklace out of your racesuit and pulling your rings off, placing them back on their correct fingers.

You quickly packed everything up, ignoring the ringing of your phone as your team tried to get you to go to more press conferences and briefings, and you got out of there, on the first plane to Seoul you could book.

When you arrived, after a long plane trip filled with excitement and pictures being taken of you, decked out in your team's merchandise as you sat buzzing in your seat, your phone was completely blowing up, messages from everyone in your contact list and more. You turned it off (you’d deal with it later) after calling an uber to your apartment.

You were jittery the whole ride, hoping that, despite the time of night, Kyungsoo was still awake. When you arrived outside your apartment building, you felt all the tension in your body ease, and you looked up to see the light on in your window. You smiled and took your suitcase handle in hand and ventured into the building, greeting the old lady at the desk.

Riding the lift up to your apartment nearly had you pacing and you almost ran down the hallway towards your door, quickly knocking. You felt the reverberations in the floorboards as Kyungsoo walked over to the door and a sense of euphoria filled you at the familiarity.

The door was barely open before you launched yourself at Kyungsoo, his heavenly laughter filled your ears as he caught you. You quickly found yourself in a kiss before pulling back and peppering kisses all over his face, finding his giggles more lovely than his singing.

You both pulled back just to look in eachothers eyes and you smiled simultaneously.

“I love you.” You muttered, the happiness from the day finally catching up to you.

“I love you too.” He whispered, tilting his head before going in for another kiss.

“You know.” He began later that night, when you were just lying in bed cuddling together. You turned your head from its position on his chest to look at him, his eyes remaining on the roof.

“I think I won in the end.” You immediately reared your head back, prepared to object at the sheer wrongness of his answer. He anticipated this though and dropped his hand from where it was combing through your hair to your mouth. He also dropped his head as to make eye contact.

“You stuck by me through everything. Even though you had to lie almost every day and had to listen to millions of rumours about me with other people, you still stayed with me. You learned a whole other language just to know people who knew me. Nothing I will ever say will ever put into perspective how much I appreciate what you’ve done for me. The way you’ve loved me will be comparable to nothing other than how much I’ve loved you.” His heartfelt speech made your head vibrate and a few tears left your eyes at his words, him kissing each one away.

You whined deep in the back of your throat and he released a laugh at your response.

“You could’ve just said ‘I love you’.” You said quietly.

“That’s true too.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

ahh it's over! dividers from this post btw, it's 11:59 pm let me sleep.

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poppysbestie · 2 months

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F1driver!Reader x Jack Hughes Pt.14

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yourusername: I met jamie and if you don’t like him- end yourself 🤗

and i found a rat here as well @ trevorzegras

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User1: OH-

jamiedrysdale: thank you? i think

yourusername: @ jamiedrysdale you are so perfect

trevorzegras: Oh what the fuck!

trevorzegras: Nah without me you guys wouldn’t have met!

trevorzegras: I know your seeing this Y/n!

User2: Y/n always feeding us well

#hockey fanfiction #hockey fic #hockey imagine #jack hughes x reader #nhl fanfiction #f1 x reader #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #yn x jack hughes #f1 instagram au #nhl insta edit #nhl imagines

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kindestofkings · 5 months

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tongue-tied (sunflowers)

lando norris x reader

dets: reader is a pro golfer, a massive f1 fan and best friends with lily muni he. will she enter her wag era?

authors note: I litch dont know a thing about golf and I know you can tell lol xx ENJOY

faceclaim: madeline argy

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yourusername just wanted to assure everyone im still alive ! just working away and falling more in love with lilymhe, better watch out alexalbon xxx

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lilymhe my love !! training is always so fun with you

alexalbon heyy you're meant to say stop falling in love with me! ive a boyfriend 😑 lilymhe eh why bother :))

ynfan1 can't wait to see you in action on the green!!

ynfan2 🔥🔥🔥

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lilymhe the mixed weather has not stopped us getting some practice in! (its impossible to keep her attention when there's a gp on 🙄)

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yourusername but it's the azerbaijan grand prix! I never miss a grand prix!

lilymhe first alex now you 🙄 🙄

f1fan1 can alobono fight? CAN HE FIGHT??

alex_albon you mean i'm not the only f1 lover in your life???

yourusername oi I was the first mister ! been a mclaren fan since birth 😤 lilymhe tbf she isn't lying... ynfan1 it is sooo common knowledge that yourusername is a ride or die mclaren fan lol yourusername yeah get with it albon

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yourusername home and showered in time for the miami grand prix this is a full time job !

kind followers this pact of doritos is a secret between us, got it? so if my personal trainer asks you saw NOTHING, got it?

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ynfan1 yn and lily being f1 fans is so cute !

lilymhe oooh but doritos are your sad snack ? whats happening

yourusername the fav ended in p17 😭 congrats to albonononono tho, i guess alex_albon wow could that have been anymore heartfelt ! lilymhe sush shes a mclaren girlie, don't kick her while she's down!! f1fan1 soooo me coded. its a hard time for us mclaren girlies rn.

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yourusername greens beautiful as always! unfortunately inviting alex_albon along with us backfired entirely cause albon didn't bring an papaya wearing f1 friend, so I just thirdwheeled for the day .

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alex_albon oh sorry I think oscar was busy today :(

yourusername thats not who I meant and you know it ! 😑

lilymhe at least you look cute tho!

ynfan1 im litch not a golf fan but I'm obsessed with you lol

ynfan2 I feel so seen, I recognise a lando norris fan when I see one !

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landonorris freshhhh

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f1fan1 lando finally past his puberty danny ric is proud

f1fan2 he so fine

landofan1 😳❤️

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yourusername it's the monaco grand prix and not only am I not missing it, I'm here! thank qqqq mclaren <33

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ynfan1 ahhhh OMG I hope you meet lando finally

lilymhe babe come williams garage xx

yourusername on my way bestie! gotta tell you about the most awkward encounter EVER lilymhe 🫢🫢

mclaren so glad to have you with us today!

landonorris just followed you!

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yourusername attended my first grand prix after being a fan of the sport my whole life! was so chronically awkward I'll never show my face in public again, I've turned to the drink and am hiding away xxx

unrelated: is there a support group for people who embarrassed themselves in front of their celebrity crush??

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lilymhe it can't possible have been THAT BAD

ynfan1 you looked so pretty tho!

ynfan1 also have you forgotten you're a PROFESSIONAL sportswoman yourself lilymhe they are so right ! you slay always yourusername 🥹🥹

mclaren please come join us for another weekend ! celeb crushes can go both ways you know ....

ynfan1 OH OH OH NORIZZ has a crush on you YAYYY

alex_albon leave you both unsupervised for a DAY and you implode

yourusername you said you would be my wingman, I was unprepared 😔😔

landonorris if you do find one can I also get the number to that support group?

osarpiastri please for the well being of everyone, I cannot hear a recap of this meeting alex_albon we should have stuck with the original plan and gone golfing ffs landonorris kick a guy while he's down why don't you yourusername hello ! hi guys just gentle reminder this is my comment section so I can like ... see everything.... landonorris hi 😳 alex_albon oh ffs help lilymhe

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britishgq meets yourusername in our next edition. yn is the pinnacle of modern women, with titles like the 'people's princess' circulating. we believe it's high time for a proper catch-up.

oh, and did we mention she's currently britain's highest-ranking female golfer?

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yourusername ahh this is surreal, I had so much fun!!

britishgq 💓💓

lilymhe I say thats my bestie and I am PROUD

lilymhe a model and a killer sportswoman, someone wife her up before I do ! f1fan1 hahaha thats landos warning

ynfan1 I feel so proud omg!!

ynfan2 oh hello lando lurking in the likes

alex_albon oh?

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landonorris have been getting some private lessons in between races, watch out carlossainz55

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carlossainz55 aye you'll need a miracle

landonorris and who says I haven't got one...

alex_albon you'd wanna start returning my calls mate

landofan1 oh hello WHO ARE YOU SOFT LAUNCHING

ynfan1 *whispers* please be yn please be yn 🤞

lilymhe BESTIE STEALER

ynfan1 ahh its SO is yn

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yourusername golf golf golf, also I drove a fancy car and didnt crash! waiting for that call from mclaren any second now xx

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lilymhe look at you all adorable and loved up <3

alex_albon these kids are growing up so fast ! f1fan you are everyones parents xx

mclaren getting rid of our first driver as we speak !!

landonorris you are leaving out the detail that you mounted the curb...

yourusername and I can leave the detail of you out of my life if you dont watch ynfan1 HE KNOWS THE DETAILS

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landojpg summer break well spent.

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ynfan1 I spot my hero !! must be dating if she's on holiday with the friends

landofan1 ew is lily's friend hanging out of him AGAIN?? get a job christ

ynfan1 you do realise shes a professional golfer right?? ynfan2 there's this thing called holidays ....

lilymhe please give her back to me... you can take alex!

landojpg he's not as cute tho 😔 alex_albon so you're saying I am cute tho? 😎

landonorris added to their story!

the prettiest papaya supporter🧡

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yourusername ah give a girl some warning before you hardlaunch her to your millions of fans... yourusername kinda so cute tho Ill let you away with it <3 lilymhe AH hardlaunch on main danielricciardo does landonorizz have ... rizz??

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as always would LOVE to know you're thoughts! come chat about this fic or even ideas you have for my next one??

#lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #lando norris fanfic #f1driver!reader #smau

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piwstri4 · 6 months

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un verano sin ti | ln4

pairing: f1driver!ex!lando norris x fashion designer!ex!reader

summary: you can't seem to find peace after success.

part one - part three

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DUSK.CLOTHING Yet again another successful project! We are very thankful for everyone who attended the show, we hope you enjoyed it at least half as much as we did setting everything up. Spring in a lavender field looks wonderful.

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ynclo thanks to everyone who supported this project!!! i hope we can do something as amazing as this sometime soon, for now cheers to all the crew behind this fantastic runway 🔥💥

user1 i LOVED it, by far one of the most spectacular shows you've done so far guys!!

lukasabbat fire project 🔥🔥

ynclo well i had gorgeous models

lukasabbat the designer didn't fail to surprise

user2 it's amazing how she comes up w everything i love her brain

user3 all she needed was to break up w the vroom vroom guy

user4 I didn't like him either but we should still respect him anyways

user5 well he was the love of her life, let's not trash him around

lewishamilton by far one of your best works, keep up the good job!

DUSK.CLOTHING We will!

ynclo im so happy u liked it!!!!! i told u the field was a good idea

user6 tell me im not the only one who saw her flirt w that one model on the backstage???

user7 she's flirting w him in the comments.....

user8 omg name?

user7 @/lukasabbat

user9 I wish I could have gone!! Looks like a fairytale

user10 im convinced that ever since leaving vroom vroom guy she's been thriving.

user11 I know you have good intentions but please respect them both, he was a very important part of her life

user12 she's what she is bc of him

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ynclo la estoy pasando bien no te voy a mentir (pero a veces tu nombre no me deja dormir)

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user1 i love the fact that now all her captions are in spanish

user2 queen behavior tbh bc redacted wont take the time to translate them

user3 now we have insta pages translating them!!

user4 for those wondering: "im doing great not gonna lie (but sometimes your name doesn't let me fall asleep)"

user5 I'm so convinced that it was for him

user6 of course it was for him, they were together for so long

user7 no one's gonna talk about sir mister man in the third pic?

user8 i miss her w l*ndo so much:((

danielricciardo Nice car

ynclo mine or his?

danielricciardo both

user9 yall they were gonna get married at that place 😭😭😭😭

user10 source??

user11 i might be wrong but they said that in a story + posted some pics

user12 could literally be any fucking field you are all delusional

lukasabbat amazing weekend, we should do that more ofter

ynclo waiting for ur call 🫀

lukasabbat wont have to wait too long 😉

user13 i refuse to believe they broke up 11 months ago

user14 I'm still mourning that relationship

user15 i miss my parents....

user16 who's that one in the third pic??

user17 new bf??

user18 is that luka sabbat??

user19 who?

user20 he modeled for her last collection

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landonorris I was enchanted to meet you

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user1 cmon say it say it lando SAY IT

user2 i just know he wanted to say please dont fall in love with someone else

user3 not everything has to be about yn...

user4 the girl in the second pic???

user5 ikkk i saw that too!!

user6 yn?

user7 fuck no they're totally different

carlossainz55 I'm still better at golf than you

landonorris If you say so mate🫡

user5 is he grieving or soft launching i dont get it

user6 new gf??

user7 i cant believe he's having another girl

user8 they broke up almost a year ago let it go

user9 man deserves to live his life too

danielricciardo Nice car

landonorris His name's Benito

user10 are you kidding me??

user11 is he @ u know where??

user12 not the same place, it didn't have a golf field

user13 please stop the delusions

user14 we were robbed of lui and benito being siblings

user15 it hurts to remember her say that he was forever a part of her soul and now look at this mess

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ynclo te juro que no me imaginaba lo que se sentía ni lo que sería un verano sin ti.

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user1 he got p2 today, this post was his

user2 she's allowed to move on...

user3 no bc why would she post this the same day of the race after he got p2??? i like to be delusional to think this WAS abt him

user4 so basically the caption says "i swear i didn't imagine what would feel or what would be a summer without you."

user5 in the picture "i wish her good luck, 'cause it's not like anyone can get to you"

user6 thank u for ur services

user7 This IS about him and no one can convince me otherwise

user7 the post the caption the race....

user8 she misses him i just know it

lukasabbat nice summer 🌞🌞

ynclo it always is with you <3

user9 i REFUSE to get over them

user10 we were robbed

user11 go on tell him ERES ARTE

user12 she called him a museum once

user13 i need a thread with all the beautiful things she said to him

arthurleclerc but when i invited u to monaco....

ynclo omg kids shouldn't be allowed to have phones

arthurleclerc ur so funny😐

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landonorris P2 BABYYYY!!!! Thanks to the team for making this possible and to OP81 for making this super special as a double podium. This one's for you.

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user1 THIS ONE'S FOR YOU????

user2 do you remember the "i wanted it on my own but i pictured us together"? yea this is probably how she felt

user3 the way he probably did mean this to be for her... the last time he was on podium was when they broke up

user4 hes seeing someone else please respect them.

user5 i miss her congratulating him in the comments:((

user6 i can't believe it's been 11 months since his last podium!! and now it's double for mclaren!!!

danielricciardo So happy for you!! Totally deserved

landonorris Thanks mate!!!!

user7 at least danny cheered for him..

user8 "I'll never stop cheering his victories"

user9 "may he find love, health and success in his new journey"

user10 "For all he had given to me I'm forever grateful"

user11 "AND WILL ALWAYS HAVE HIM IN MY HEART"

carlossainz55 Congrats champ!

landonorris Thank you Calos!!!!!

oscarpiastri congrats on p2 LN4

landonorris Congrats on P3 OP81

user12 remember when he posted lost my girl but she aint worth the prize? yea it meant a whole year without winning shit

user13 11 months (and 2 days but who's counting??)

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mclarenf1 Congratulations for P2 and P3, Lando and Oscar! Double podium for McLaren today, we're so proud of you guys 🍾 🍾🍾

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ynclo congrats guys!! absolutely deserved💥🎉

mclarenf1 miss u girly!! alpha tauri stole u from us

ynclo the best of both worlds!

user1 miss girly in the comments?????

user2 she also liked and commented on oscar's post,,, i dont like it here anymore

user3 is it really over just like that?

landonorris Let's goooooo

user4 i dont want to get over them

danielricciardo Another spectacular race, keep it up!

user5 do we collectively remember lqndo aiming the champagne to yn EVRYTIME he got podium?? bc i was just kinda expecting him to do that

user6 when he looked at the public and he got sad:(((

user7 wanted it on my own yet pictured us together 😭😭😭😭

user8 i know he's happy but doesn't look like it in the second pic

user9 used the whole bottle on the podium...

user10 she was in 2/3 of the relevant posts abt this... mclaren and oscar but not lando

user11 i was hoping to see her in the likes at least

user12 i think ppl forget that she liked f1 and was a huge mclaren fan even before lando signed w them://

user13 she's back at the paddocks???

user14 only in monza and monaco tho, she said she doesn't have the time to travel as much anymore

user15 and whenever danny wants her there too, she was there today

user16 she was????

user15 with the alpha tauri team yes

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ynclo I'm glad to say that even after all this time I can still let myself create the way I do, it's been three months since my last collection and I decided to take a break before starting again. A lot of things have happened in the last year and I'm still healing but with lots of people I love (and that love me back) by my side; it's not what you asked, but I got my first photoshoot as a model rather than a designer and wish to share it with you... It's a small project I had with @lukasabbat and now we can share it with you all. Please enjoy!

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lukasabbat amazing as always! told you modeling was your thing

ynclo it certainly was something, cant say im gonna take your job

lukasabbat im happy modeling for you then

lewishamilton Beautiful photoshoot and designs! Truly an all-rounder. This is your thing

ynclo thanks dude 😭😭

danielricciardo Great project, next time put more clothes on.

ynclo ur jealous that i can justify being naked on media

danielricciardo I don't need an excuse to be naked on media lol

vogue Next time with us? 😉

ynclo It will be a pleasure! ❤️

ynclo

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ynclo y solo mírame con esos ojitos lindos (hace tiempo que no envío "buenos días, te amo")

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user1 so it's officially over now?

user2 i hate that she moved on

user3 it was officially over since last year

user4 caption "and just look at me with those pretty eyes (it's been a while since i sent 'good morning, i love you')"

user5 so it was luka sabbat after all

user6 i dont like this but i hope she's happy

lukasabbat yo no te busqué, chocamos en el trayecto

ynclo con tu alma es la que yo conecto

user4 lukasabbat "i wasn't looking for you, we met in the process" ynclo "with your soul i connect"

ynclo girll???

user7 no wonder she looked better than ever

user8 where is the "my soul cant long for someone else"???

danielricciardo Still can't believe he doesn't like fast cars

ynclo me neither 😞😞😞 honestly huge red flag

danielricciardo I'd rather sign with Ferrari if I were you

user9 FINALLY SOMEONE WHO CAN GET HER

user10 I agree!! This man's not only a model but a fashion designer as well, I'm sure she's gonna peak in no time

user11 ??

user12 why is she still dating men??

user13 no hate to lando cuz i respect him but luka looks like he's gonna be good for her

user14 idc who she dates i just hope her designs dont go downhill

arthurleclerc ask him when are we gonna play cod again???

ynclo get away from my man wtf

lukasabbat wanna stream with me tomorrow?

user15 do you think she's happy with him?

user16 cant believe her last interaction w l*ndo was three months ago and it wasn't even w him

user17 they interacted again????

user18 no the didn't, she just congratulated mclaren for the double podium

user19 what do u mean "with your soul i connect"??? girly didn't u say YOUR soul couldn't long for someone else???

user20 let the poor girl date whoever she wants omg😭😭

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landonorris and the best is me

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maxverstappen1 Get P1 then talk bro

landonorris Git P1 thin tilk bri 🙄🙄

maxverstappen1 💥

user1 where's the yn translator when we need them????

user2 fr is he starting to shade her in spanish now??

user3 bet he's asking carlos to translate things for him

user4 the pic is literally a benito song lmao it's called (in english) "wish you the best"

user5 AND THE BEST IS ME OMG

user6 bro mad abt her last post i just know he is

user7 girly hurt him so bad he learnt spanish lmao

danielricciardo Fire song 🔥

landonorris It's on repeat 🫡🫡

danielricciardo Bet it is

user8 not danny shading him😭😭

user9 it took him over a year to acknowledge that she was the best on his life

carlossainz55 I didn't know you liked spanish songs!!

landonorris Only this one

carlossainz55 You should listen to Chayanne

user10 character development?

user11 Focus on winning P1 bestie!! Maybe she'll talk to you then

user12 lando punching the air rn

user13 bet he's getting first place next race only bc of this comment

user14 Took him watching her move on to realize he was an asshole

user15 nice pics, looking hot as usual

user16 cant believe he wants her back????

user17 fr im so sure he'd be happier if they dont get back together

user18 so true yn deserves better

charlesleclerc 🔥🔥

landonorris 💥💥

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Ivy Carter (OC) x f1 grid

Summary: Ivy Carter begins her journey in f1, she meets but also reunites with some drivers when entering the paddock for first time and proves to everyone she belongs here.

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IVY CARTER scanned her pass before entering the Bahrain paddock, she was in her casual clothes and was with her trainer RYAN EVANS, the pair were making their way towards the Mercedes garage.

Nearly all the cameras had pointed in her direction and started to follow her, Ivy stopped to sign things and take photos with fans before eventually getting to the Mercedes garage .

“Hey Ivy!”

“Hi Vee!”

“Hey Carter!”

All the crew said when seeing the rookie driver enter the garage. “Ah, there she is! Hi Vee!” GEORGE RUSSELL said seeing his teammate walking up to him. “Hey G! Where’s Toto?” Ivy asked as the paired hugged.

“He’ll be here now, think he’s waiting for Susie” George told her. “I love her,” Ivy replied. “I think everyone knows that” George mumbled as Ivy hit him slightly.

“There’s my two drivers!” TOTO WOLFF said as he walked into the garage. “Susie!” Ivy exclaimed running into the arms of her. “Hey sweetheart!” SUSIE WOLFF replied as they pulled away.

“Any greeting for me, Vee?” Toto joked as the rookie hugged her new team boss. “Thank you for this opportunity, I promise I won’t let you down” Ivy told him as they pulled away.

“You deserve this Ivy and I’m sure you won’t disappoint me,” Toto said. “You free right now, Vee?” George asked as Ivy looked at Ryan. “Yeah you’re free, I’ve checked with Nat” Ryan told her.

NATALIE COLLINS, her PR manager was who Ryan was referring to. “Great! You can come meet some of the guys, you already know a few of them” George said. “Okay..” Ivy mumbled as the pair made their way out the garage.

Something you should know about Ivy is how shy she is. You wouldn’t think that she was shy when seeing her acting around her team, but when she first meets someone it’s a whole different story.

That’s why she was currently walking somewhat behind George when they made their way over to a group of drivers. Ivy watched as George greeted them, she stay back as her nerves was getting to her.

“Hey Vee,” LEWIS HAMILTON said softly as she hugged him. Her and Lewis have known each other for awhile due to her being a Mercedes junior and they become quite close.

“Hey Lew, how’s Ferrari treating you?” Ivy asked as they started to have a full conversation. “If it isn’t Ivy! How are you Vee?” VALTTERI BOTTAS said as he walked over to the pair.

“Val!” Ivy exclaimed as they hugged before pulling away. Again, due to Ivy being a Mercedes junior driver she had met and become close with Valtteri.

“Vee! Come over here!” George called as Ivy turned around to see George with a group of drivers she didn’t know. “Go on Vee, we’ll catch up with you later” Lewis said.

Ivy slowly made her way over and stood next to George. “Look who it is, little Ivy” LANDO NORRIS teased. “Shut up Norris,” Ivy sassed which made some of the drivers around laugh.

“Still feisty as ever” Lando added. “Hey Vee! How are you?” ALEX ALBON asked. “I’m good thanks, Albono!” Ivy said with a a smile. “So nice to him yet rude to me!” Lando added.

“Can you tell him to stop already? I’ve only just got here!” Ivy mumbled as the drivers around laughed while Lando just had a smirk on his face. “Wipe that smirk off your face Norris,” Ivy told him.

“What if I don’t?” Lando asked as Ivy gave him a glare and the Mclaren driver run off, with the young girl running after him. “Have they always been like this?” CARLOS SAINZ asked.

“Yup, the day we introduced them to each other” Alex said. “How old is Ivy again?” PIERRE GASLY asked. “She’s 18” George told him as they all looked shocked.

“Only a year older than I was first getting here,” MAX VERSTAPPEN said as they all laughed seeing Lando falling to the down with the rookie on his back.

“Didn’t you tell us she’s shy? She don’t seem like it” CHARLES LECLERC asked. “Only around new people, you can see her and Lando get on quite well” Alex said joking at the last part.

Ivy and Lando eventually calmed down and made their way back over to the group of drivers. “Nice to meet you all!” Ivy said giving a fist bump to the 4 drivers. “Likewise, Vee” Max replied.

Ivy smiled at the nickname that he already used. Ivy started to have a small conversation with them all before they all had to make their way back to their respective garages.

“Ivy! You’re in the press conference with Max, Charles, Alex and Oscar in 10 minutes” Natalie told her. “Thank god it wasn’t Lando” Ivy mumbled.

Soon enough, the rookie made her way to where the press conference was going to take place. When she entered the room, she could see all the drivers already there.

She greeted them all with a fist bump before sitting down between Alex and Oscar. “Long time no see, Osc” Ivy said as the Aussie driver smiled. “Finally got up here, eh?” OSCAR PIASTRI replied.

“I still can’t believe it, crazy” Ivy told him. The pair were too invested in their conversation that they didn’t know someone was asking Ivy a question until Alex nudged her slightly.

Ivy turned to him as he pointed to a reporter who has asked her the question. “Sorry, was just catching up with Osc. What was your question?” Ivy asked softly.

“It’s alright, I wanted to ask how it has been for you in Mercedes so far and how you are feeling about the upcoming season?”

“Mercedes is like a family to me, I grew up in the junior program and been in the garage a lot over the years. So I already knew a lot of the crew, so it’s been easy for me to settle in. It’s still surreal to me that I’ve finally made it to f1, been dreaming of it since a little kid so I can’t wait for the season to start now and get out on the track” Ivy said.

“You still are a kid” Max joked which made many in the room laughed at the comment. “I mean he isn’t wrong,” Alex added as Ivy rolled her eyes with a smile on her face.

Surprisingly for Ivy, the rest of the press conference went well, she was shocked that she didn’t get any certain questions asked but she had to be thankful for it.

When they were allowed to leave, Ivy walked out with Oscar and the pair started to make their way back to their garages. “Ew, why you bringing her here?” Lando joked as he saw the pair outside the Mclaren garage.

“Shut up Norris, see you later Osc!” Ivy said as she gave the Aussie a fist bump and poked her tongue out to Lando before making her way to Mercedes.

“You ready for tomorrow?” George asked. “Eh, I’m nervous but I can’t wait to get started” Ivy said. “You’ll be fine Vee, you belong here” George told her.

“Thanks G, is Carmen going to be here this weekend?” Ivy asked. “Yeah, she’ll be here from tomorrow onwards” George told her. “I’ve missed her” Ivy said.

“She’s missed you too,” George mumbled as Ivy had a big smile on her face.

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“Here comes out the Mercedes cars, George Russell is the first out then his rookie teammate Ivy Carter, what an entrance she has made already!” DAVID CROFT said as he watched the two cars come out onto the track.

“Well Mercedes did say that they had a chance to do something different. But bringing a 18 years old rookie into the team, many people didn’t think that would happen!” MARTIN BRUNDLE added.

"Well, let’s see how Ivy can do on her first ever qualifying in formula 1 today!” Crofty said.

"-the both Mercedes have crossed the line ending their flying laps. It's P5 for the rookie and Russell gets into the top 3, they are both through to Q2!"

"Eliminated from Q3 is the Williams of Logan Sargeant, the both HAAS's; Magnussen and Hulkenberg, Esteban Ocon in the Alpine and Yuki Tsunoda in the RB!”

R- "Okay Vee, let's keep it up we are through to Q2"

Ivy- "Copy, what position am I in?"

R- "We are currently in P5"

Ivy- "Copy, where is George?"

R- "P3!"

"Ivy Carter is flying out there, she has just crossed the line and the rookie put herself 3rd fastest. However, Verstappen has just beaten her and she is pushed down to 4th"

"It's a George Russell who’s on top at the end of Q2, followed by Hamilton in the Ferrari then Max Verstappen and the rookie Ivy Carter is ahead of Leclerc who completes the top 5!"

"We've lost the Williams of Alex Albon, Daniel Ricciardo in the RB, Pierre Gasly in the Alpine, Valtteri Bottas in the Sauber and Lance Stroll in the Aston Martin!”

R- "That's P4, Verstappen just beat you to that P3. Let's keep going!"

Ivy- "Copy 3. Where's George?"

R- "P1!"

Ivy- “Let’s go G!”

"Right, Lando Norris the first to do his last flying lap, he crosses the line and it's P8 start for him tomorrow! Behind him is his teammate, Piastri starts P9, Alonso hasn’t improved so it’s a P10 for him tomorrow!”

"Carlos Sainz, crosses the line in P7 good start for him tomorrow! Sergio Perez has had some issues and it’s P6 for him! Charles Leclerc can’t improve and it’s P5 for him tomorrow!”

"Only 5 cars left on the track, Ivy Carter will be the last one to finish her flying lap. She has just gone purple through in the first sector, moving onto her teammate who has put his car on provisional pole, what a lap that was from Russell"

"Hamilton is the next to cross the line, it’s a P4 start for him tomorrow! It's all eyes on what Verstappen and the rookie Ivy Carter can do now!”

"Verstappen crosses the line and gets 2nd fastest, he can’t beat Russell, but has he done enough or will the other Mercedes of Ivy Carter ruin it for him?”

"—Ivy Carter crosses the line and it's 3rd fastest for the rookie!! Very close between her and Verstappen, however what a debut for the young rookie!!"

"George Russell starts from pole, followed by Max Verstappen on the front row, then the rookie of Ivy Carter in P3. Both Ferrari’s of Hamilton and Leclerc complete the top 5!"

R- "P3 Vee!! What a lap that was, well done amazing job!"

Ivy- "Let's goo!!! P3 in qualifying on the debut, wow! Thank you guys so much, it's onto the race!!"

R- “Huge congratulations Vee, well done what a lap!”

Ivy- “Thanks Toto!”

Ivy parked her car in the P3 spot, she stay in her car for a moment for getting out and running to her team. They all patted her back, she took her helmet off before hugging Toto and Susie.

“Knew you could do it, well done kid!” Toto said. “Thank you!” Ivy replied. “Proud of you sweetheart,” Susie added. “I love you guys” Ivy told them.

Ivy has always seen the pair like parents to her, she never had a good relationship with her biological parents and never will want to now as they disowned her when she was only 16 years old.

That’s another story for another time..

“Vee! Well done!!” George said as he hugged her, lifting her up in the process due to the height difference. “Thank you G!” Ivy replied as she felt the floor again.

“Almost got me” Max told her as she put her helmet down and had a drink of water. “Be sure to check your mirrors tomorrow, Verstappen” Ivy told him.

“Game on, Carter,” Max added with a smile.

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user51 Yayyy congrats Ivy!!

user80 🤩🤩🤩

user2 Almost beat Max!!

mercedesamgf1 Stargirl🤩

ivycarter My team❤️

user62 I love how well Ivy has settled with the team🥰

user1 My girllll💗

user10 What a season this is going to be !!!

user92 Ivyy🥰

georgerussell63 Let’s go Vee!

ivycarter 😊😊

user55 Awh, her and George >>

user28 🤩🤩🤩

user21 👑👑

carmenmmundt Well done Vee!!💗

lilymhe Congrats girly🤩

ivycarter love you both💋

user15 ^ what a trio😍

user61 I didn’t know Ivy was close with them?!

user27 She grew up with Mercedes, George must of introduced them! She’s close with Lando too!

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Yes, I put Carlos in the Sauber (sorry Zhou).

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Charles Leclerc x F1Driver!Reader

Request: how does a piece based on "lay all your love on me" with a f1!driver reader x charles leclerc sound, only if you want to tho xx

Summary: Charles was your rival on track, but that didn’t stop you falling for him and him for you and now you’d have to navigate this new territory with him.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, suggestive language, language, angst, angst to fluff, mentions of drinking, mentions of an potential accident.

Word Count: 2439

Authors note: Listen, I am obsessed with these angst to fluff fics and I am so sorry there isn’t too much funny stuff being written right now but crisis these have to be my favourite trope types :D I hope you all enjoy and I can’t wait to hear what you think. Also, definitely not edited or proofread.

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“My room, tonight, 9pm” Charles whispered in your ear as he hugged you congratulations, trying to keep it as short as possible as to not rouse suspicion from anyone currently surrounding the two of you.

You’d barely even reacted to him, acting as normal as possible as you gave a small nod, playing it off as acknowledgement before stepping around him to speak to the journalist he had just finished with, preparing yourself for the onslaught of questions as to why you’d done so poorly in comparison to your rival, the aforementioned Charles Leclerc, him making pole, you only coming in a measly P7, which in the bigger scheme of things wasn’t the worst, but after a string of front row starts which had basically solidified your rivalry with the Ferrari driver, it was goddman abysmal.

Although knowing you were going to be spending the night with said rival didn’t exactly upset you in the least. Quite honestly, you knew you’d now be sitting with butterflies in your stomach for the rest of the day, until you were back in his bed again, only a few hours away.

All through your briefing you’d focused only on Charles, knowing you were meant to be significantly more invested in what was happening in front of you, but your mind couldn’t help but drift, wondering if he was just as focused on you, counting down the seconds to when you could be together again.

It was a short lived excitement.

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You begged yourself not to cry as you opened your door. Begged yourself not to give him the satisfaction.

The image of him being kissed by another woman seared into the back of your eyelids, unable to escape it even when you’d closed your eyes.

As you squeezed them shut.

Pleading with the image to go.

Begging.

Begging yourself to remember this was not a relationship.

That it was just fun.

Begging yourself to remember he was never yours. He was allowed to kiss other women. He was free to do what he pleased.

You moved slow.

Slowly undressing.

Slowly pulling the covers back.

Slowly allowing yourself to get lost in the darkness of the room.

Slowly feeling the ache in your chest deepen. Feeling it hollow out more and more.

Slowly letting the tears choke you.

Never succumbing to sleep.

Begging for him to choose you.

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It looks like the rivalry has stepped up this race ladies and gentlemen. Y/n moving up to P2 in just a few laps, an aggression we have yet to see from this driver. No doubt Ferrari is suddenly feeling very nervous with her breathing down the back of Leclerc’s neck.

And in a stunning move we see Y/n and Leclerc wheel to wheel in an attempt to overtake! Neither willing to relent the line! Who is going to come out on top!

And Y/n takes P1, but not without Leclerc very close on her tail.

Ladies and gentlemen what is going on here today! Never have we seen these two go at it so aggressively. This has moved beyond normal rivalry, this is angry.

I fully agree, something must have happened today in the paddock to spur the fight between these two normally incredibly civil rivals.

Now that you mention it, normally Y/n is seen as one of the friendliest drivers next to Daniel Ricciardo, yet no one saw her until she needed to be on the grid and even then she did not even glance in the direction of another person.

And Leclerc overtakes her again! With only two laps to go it’s anyone guess who takes the win here!

With one of the closest finishes we have seen between these two in the 2022 season, Leclerc takes the win in Monza! With Y/n a very close second behind him and Carlos Sainz to take third, making this a very red podium and a very happy Ferrari!

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“What the fuck was that!” Charles slammed your hotel door closed as he moved into the room. Breathe ragged from rage.

“Racing Charles. We’re formula 1 drivers, this is what we do! What are you so upset about anyway, you’re the one who won!” you matched his tone, knowing exactly what he was talking about but determined to make him hurt, just like he had you.

“You know exactly what I’m fucking talking about!” Charles ripped the sunglasses off of his face and slammed them onto the table in a fit of anger, “That was reckless and stupid and I don’t know what your fucking problem is today but you could have caused actual damage! Do you get that! Actual fucking damage! I COULD HAVE FUCKING LOST YOU!”

“And since when do you care about losing me! We all know that all this is, is hate fucking!” You didn’t mean that, but you hadn’t even realized you’d said it until you watched a range of emotions cross his face, and when it settled on what you could only assume was a mixture of grief and wrath, only then did you genuinely experience the full weight of your actions.

“Hate fucking?” it was a whisper so low, if you hadn’t been watching his every move you might have missed it, save for seeing his lips move, “you hate me?” it was no less chilling that his previous question.

“No Charles, I don’t hate you, but we know what this is” you indicated between the two of you, the venom never leaving either of your voices, somehow more terrifying now that you were both significantly quieter.

“And tell me then Princess, what do you think this is then?” you felt like prey. As much as you were watching his every move, he was watching yours too, and for some reason he seemed a significantly better hunter than you.

“Is this not just two rivals getting the anger out then is it?” You tried so desperately to sound confident, but even you heard the unsurety in your voice, genuinely asking him a question, because after what you’d witnessed yesterday, it had only solidified that this is what you two were, forcing you to immediately push down any and all feelings that had grown for him over the last few months all the way down.

“And have I made you feel like I hate you?” he stepped closer, slowly caging you in, stalking you. You hated how sure he had sounded in contrast you, almost like he knew the answer, like he was simply asking you to tease you.

“YES! YOU FUCKING HAVE!” your outburst had finally made him falter, concern replacing the confidence previously spirted on his face.

“When.” It wasn’t a kind question, it was a demand. He gave you know other option other than to answer honestly, and immediately, because if Charles had made the woman he loves, the woman he would give his life for, think that he hates her, then he needed to rectify that.

“yesterday” the image of the girl came back up, “it’s stupid, it’s done, leave it, please, just leave” you were once again begging.

“No, it’s not stupid, what happened yesterday?” you hadn’t expected him to soften as much as he had, so soft you’d almost expected him to reach out to you, but he stood planted on the spot. Not for the first time he was feeling a protectiveness over you, but what he hadn’t experienced before was the knowledge that he had caused the pain, how does he protect you, from him?

“I saw you kissing another girl” you didn’t want to sound pathetic, but you couldn’t help it. You couldn’t help a lot of things when you were around Charles.

“Are you jealous?” Charles was surprised by the confession, not entirely believing that was the reason for this behaviour, in complete denial that you felt the same for him as he had for you. The question was not a mocking one, although that’s exactly how it had come out, instead it was one of complete shock.

“YES I AM FUCKING JEALOUS!” you were back to angry, how could he be so cruel to you in this moment, surely he realized how you felt, “and I hate myself for it because I know I was never meant to fall for you, I know, it’s a fucking joke that I did, but how could I not Charles, I have had feelings for you for months and they only got worse when we started whatever the fuck stupid idea this was and this is not what it was meant to be, I was never meant to fall for you and now-“ you couldn’t finish, you couldn’t confess anymore.

“-and now it’s like you can’t breathe unless I’m there? Like you can’t focus, ever? Like nothing you’ve ever felt before has completely consumed you quite like this has?” he finished for you.

“You’re being mean Charles” you felt the tears start to brim, you didn’t think he was cruel, but this was torture how he was treating you.

“No, I’m speaking from experience” the ache in your chest had returned, the grip around your throat choking you, “that girl surprised me, she’s one of Lando’s friends, been trying to get with me for months” the wound in your chest only becoming deeper, “I told her I’m in love with someone else.” The final blow.

“Is this why you didn’t come to my room last night?” he sounded closer, his feet coming into view of your downcast eyes, a quiet “yes” was given in return as an answer.

Your eyes shot up to his as you felt his hand rest against your neck, the other coming to cup your cheek.

“Want to know something funny?” only continuing as you gave him a small nod, “I was dumb enough to fall in love with my biggest rival and so, because I was so convinced she would never feel the same for me, because God knows she could have any fucking person in the world, let alone on that grid, I, one drunken night, suggested we sleep together, and I was lucky enough that, well, for months I got to have this part of her, I got to live out my ultimate dream of being with the woman I love, even for the briefest of moments, because if that’s all I got, then god knows I was not going to waste the small hours that I did, and because I just assumed I had somehow convinced her I was good at sex, and because I am dumb and apparently a coward, I just never broached the topic of a relationship with her because what if she didn’t feel the same and I lost her? What if because we were rivals she would never see me as anything other than a hate fuck and too much effort to try something with because we are on different teams? So I kept my mouth shut, and then that same woman, the one that I am in love with-” he looked down at you, thumb caressing your cheek, waiting for acknowledgement that you had understood, only continuing after another nod, “she nearly fucking killed us both today and I thought I would be mad that she, you know, nearly fucking killed us both, but no, I was angry because I was scared that I could have lost her, I felt it in my blood, and so I made the choice to come to her room and end things in all my rage, to save her, to hopefully never upset her enough again so something like this could never happen again, because all that was going through my head was that I had done something and I needed to protect the woman I love and I would rather not have her as mine, than not have her in my life at all because she is the most goddamn hot headed and stubborn woman I have ever met and quite frankly a fucking danger to herself” he wiped the tear that had drifted down your cheek.

“And no part of me expected to hear that she loved me too, no part of me expected that at the end of this day I would have her as my girlfriend, because that’s the only option now that I know she feels the same as I do, funny how things work out like that isn’t it?” His lips were so close to yours, his touch was so gentle, so full of love, you almost felt stupid for ever thinking that he hadn’t felt the same as you did.

“Say it, please, I just need to hear you say it” he refused to kiss you until he heard it, until he was 100% sure because the second he heard it, every single thing was going to be different.

“I love you” he was so close you felt the sigh of relief leave him, one you hadn’t expected, signifying how terrified he actually was by all that had been confessed.

“I love you too” he was so sure in the statement and if you weren’t sure by his statement alone, the kiss that followed after would dismiss any further doubts.

“Now, listen and listen carefully, I hate that I made you feel this way and I hate that things got so dangerous today and I hate that I could have lost you and I hate that I have been a coward and most importantly, I absolutely hate that things could have been different for months now” his gaze had shifted to that of a hunter once again, hungry, needy.

“So now I am going to hate fuck you, but just so that pretty little head of yours understands just how much I love you, am I understood?” you’d felt his grip on you tighten and you couldn’t help your own neediness grow evident on your face, doe eyes looking up into his darkened ones.

“And make sure I never forget it, please.”

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