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breaking deals || charles leclerc (part 2)

type: two shot (part 2) - click here to read part 1 pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 1.7k summary: being friends with benefits with a driver on another team has its ups and downs... requested: yes! “can you please write a fic where y/n is a driver, she's friends with benefits with charles, but when he confess his love she leaves. later on, she decides to give them a chance and the end is super fluff? please show her being super cute with him and breaking the news about their relationship on the paddock!”(by anon) Requests are OPEN!!! warnings: swearing (just a little), (mentions of) a crash, possible heartbreak, just loads of fluff. emotional rollercoaster, you've been warned. notes: a little later than planned, but it's here! part 2 :) I hope you all like it, don't forget to like, share, or comment. love you all <3

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‘’So you’re telling me you and Charles have been sneaking around for half a year now?’’ Lola, your best friend, just finished her pizza, watching and listening how you poured your heart out about the Ferrari driver. You simply nodded in response, playing with the – now cold – slice of pizza on the table in front of you. ‘’And why exactly did you tell him to leave? I mean, come on y/n, you obviously have feelings for him as well, I know you.’’

‘’That’s exactly the problem, Lo, I have feelings for him, but we can not be together.’’

‘’Aren’t you leaving Alpha Tauri next season?’’ She asked, her eyebrow raising as she sipped the diet coke she brought along with the pizza. You sighed, heavily. It was true, you and your manager had some meetings with different teams, other teams than Alpha Tauri, because who didn’t want the first woman in F1 in their team? Exactly.

‘’Yeah, but…’’ ‘’No, y/n, no buts, you like him, for gods sake, go for him, at least tell him how you feel.’’ Yeah, easier said than done.

You wanted to tell him, you wanted to be with him, but it almost felt like a Romeo and Juliet kind of story. You liked each other, hell you loved each other, but both sides you were on didn’t allow the two of you to actually be together. You at the blue side, him at the red side.

‘’I did have a meeting with Ferrari as well.’’ You mumbled to your friend, watching as her eyes widened, the pizza almost dropping to the floor. ‘’You what now?’’ She gasped.

The meetings you had with Ferrari actually were the ones you looked forward to the most, but also dreaded the most, because this meant avoiding Charles, lying to him, hiding things from him. The truth is, Ferrari wanted you, Carlos going back to McLaren to replace Daniel, who would find his way back to RedBull. However, you couldn’t tell Charles, because of the contracts, because of the agreements you made with the teams.

‘’I swear if you tell anyone-‘’ ‘’Don’t worry, don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.’’ Your friend smiled after you just told her your new racing suit for next season had the same color as Charles’. Yes, you were going to be his teammate.

‘’So that’s why you can’t tell him? Because of the contract.’’ Your friend sighed, making you nod in response. ‘’Yeah, if I tell him they will reconsider the contract, I need to be able to keep secrets in this team, it’s almost like a test.’’

‘’A bloody hard one…’’

And it was a hard one, one in which reality hit almost harder than one of your biggest crashes.

‘’Red flag, red flag, keep the delta positive, delta positive.’’ Charles heard his race engineer over the radio, his heart beating out of his chest the moment he heard it, he saw it.

‘’Y/n, are you okay? y/n, let me know if you’re okay, the medical car is on their way, medical car on their way.’’

Abu Dhabi, November 20th, 2022.

‘’And welcome, to the final race of the season, welcome, to the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix!’’ The commentators were everywhere, people cheering, screaming, a lot of energy coming from this place.

The race itself however, was less good, it was bad, really bad. You qualified P8, which was okay, but not the best so far. Charles qualified even worse, P11. Your start was okay, Charles’ start was amazing. But once the final laps approached, things got out of hand. You tried to overtake Lance Stroll, who was defending like his life depended on it. It was a battle for the final point.

The defending got a little too rough the moment you were wheel to wheel, side to side as you took the outside, while Lance took the inside. His car took the wrong route, sending you into the barriers with a speed over 150 miles an hour. Charles saw it happening, since he was about to lap the both of you.

‘’Red flag, red flag, keep the delta positive, delta positive.’’

‘’Is she okay? That was y/n, wasn’t it? Fucking hell.’’ Charles kept talking, nervously, looking into his mirrors to see the Aston Martin of Lance slowly driving behind him, the Alpha Tauri you were in, completely into the barriers, the only thing sticking out was the broken front wing.

‘’Affirm, that was y/n, no information on it yet, I’ll keep you updated.’’

‘’Fuck me, fuck! She needs to be okay, that was a big one, for fucks sake!’’ It felt like his whole word collapsed, right in front of his eyes, the way you were making the move, the smart move. And then, the way Lance lost control of his car, sending you straight into the barriers.

‘’Okay, y/n is okay, she got out of the car, but is headed to the hospital for checkups.’’

He wanted to come along, he wanted to make sure you were okay, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t because reality is, the two of you hadn’t spoken in days, weeks, months. After that one time in the hotel room, you lost contact and never spoke again.

He missed you, like crazy, and so did you, because there was more than just friends between the two of you, more than just friends with benefits, there was love, true love, from both sides.

The moment he saw you in that hospital bed, bruises covering your arms, bandages on your ribs, a sob left his mouth, waking you up after the nap you just had.

‘’Charles?’’ Your voice was raspy, dry, soft, fragile, it matching the way you looked right now. ‘’y/n, please, don’t say a thing.’’ He mumbled, feet moving into your direction, his hand instantly reaching for yours.

‘’You scared the shit out of me.’’ He continued, playing with the fingers on your right hand, a sigh escaping his lips. ‘’I’m so glad you’re okay, so so glad…’’ He sighed.

Mattia talked to him, mostly about the results of this year, but also about next year. Charles had asked him if they found a new driver yet, because he knew Carlos was leaving Ferrari, going back to his former team, McLaren. Mattia decided that, since you were in the hospital, it was time to tell him.

‘’You’re going to be my teammate.’’ He whispered after a long silence between the two of you, your hands not leaving each other’s. You instantly looked up into his eyes, blinking twice to make sure you weren’t hallucinating.

‘’What?’’

‘’My teammate, you’ll be my teammate.’’ He says again, eyes meeting yours. You swallowed thickly, a sigh escaping your lips. ‘’Who told you?’’ ‘’Mattia.’’ ‘’Oh…’’

‘’I know you couldn’t tell me, he explained it to me.’’ He mumbles, sighing. ‘’I don’t want to hurt your head too much now, sorry, we can talk about it another time, okay?’’ He kindly suggested, a weak smile appearing on your lips at how sweet he was again. You missed him, so freaking much.

That day in the hospital changed your entire life, he had you back, and you couldn’t stay away from him anymore. You were back together, this time not just as friends, but as lovers.

1 year later

‘’Well well, look who we have here, the grids favorite couple.’’

‘’Hello to you too, Carlos.’’ You shot the old Ferrari driver a smile, stepping closer to Charles as his arm was wrapped around your waist in an attempt to hold you even closer to him than before.

‘’How was your holiday?’’ The Spaniard asked the Monegasque, walking with the two of you towards the press conference room. ‘’It was absolutely amazing, aside from the fact I finally got her to say yes.’’ He smirked, intertwining your hand with his.

‘’Really? You’re finally moving in together?’’ Carlos smiled, laughing as he patted Charles’ back the moment you rolled your eyes in a playful way.

‘’How could I say no after you practically begged me. You know he gave me a whole paragraph of reasons why I should move in with him? He even mentioned the climate.’’ You all laughed, Carlos shaking his head at his former team mate. ‘’Dude, really?’’ He chuckled.

‘’What? It’s warmer at my place than it is at hers.’’ He says, squeezing your hip as you all waited outside the press conference room.

‘’Charles, we freaking both lived in Monaco!’’

All with all, things turned out to be more than perfect. The way you broke the news about your relationship was a way to never forget.

Monaco, May 28th, 2023.

‘’And for the first time in his career, Charles Leclerc wins his home Grand Prix, Ferrari getting a 1-2 in Monaco!’’

He won, the both of you won, the way you were able to work together to get this amazing result, was one of many pro’s about your relationship, the connection you had, the communication you had, everything was perfect.

Jumping out of the cars, hugging your team, hugging each other, going backstage and preparing for the podium ceremony, something the two of you had done more than once this season. And you were hoping to achieve this many more times this season.

‘’Let’s make it one victory to never forget, shall we?’’ Charles rested his hand on your lower back, giving you a gentle push to the podium, on which you received your trophy for the Monaco GP.

Charles came some seconds later, and after the national anthem, Charles’ anthem, he put his trophy down, grabbed the champagne bottle and poured it all over you, you doing the exact same thing to him. One sip, which was enough for the both of you. You stood on the top stage of the podium, arms wrapped around each other as the pictures were taken.

‘’I love you.’’ He whispered in your ear, making you turn your head to look at him with a smile. ‘’I love you too.’’ You whispered back, your smile only growing wider when his lips met yours. People were cheering, screaming, clapping, flashes were lighting up the entire sky, the amount of pictures taken of that first public kiss, were more than all races held in the history of Formula One.

‘’I’m so glad I broke our deal.’’ He whispered, making you laugh before pressing your lips against his one more time. “What deal?” You hummed, his hand moving up to cup your cheek. “Rule number one. Don’t get feelings.” He whispered, slowly pulling away from your lips which tasted like champagne.

“I broke that deal before we even made it…” Yeah, madly in love… from the very first moment.

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smoooothoperator · 2 years

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Do you have any blogs you recommend for reading their fics? I’m in desperate need of some F1 fic content😫😫

Oh! Hehehehe. Yes I do!

@racinggirl (Lando, Charles, Daniel, George, Pierre)

@illicitlimerence-writes (Lando, Mick, Charles, Pierre, Max)

@jamminvroomvroom (has a fic of Lando that is *cheff kiss*)

@the-place-to-sparkle (the request are really lovely)

@iconocon (the ansty fic with Charles ❤️)

@timetoracewrites (I'm reading the Pierre fic and I'm loving it so much)

@seasidepierre (SUNKISSED. just perfection)

@spideyanakin (has of Pierre and Charles, put writes about other fandoms too)

@unluckyhoneybee (Sex Education. Smut, but I love it)

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the-lazy-leprechaun · 2 years

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Fic recommendations!

@sad-fridge2323 & @purplewis44 (and whoever else might want some recommendations - I got you!

So just a little side note here:

- I read mostly for the older drivers, I’m an old 26 year old, not a young 26 year old - 23 year old men do not excite me (yet).

- I read a ton of smutty stuff so if you don’t like it or you are not old enough, please don’t seek it out.

- Some of these writers write for Max Verstappen, Lewis Hamilton, Daniel Ricciardo, Sebastian Vettel, Toto Wolff, Lando Norris… you read who you like! If you don’t like a particular driver, scroll on by. Please don’t leave rude comments to the writers. They are trying their best and write what they like, it isn’t always what we like and that’s okay!

- Some of these are short and sweet, little drabbles, some are super long series fics. Make your pick!

-Some of these writers might only have 1 fic on their blog. Give them feedback! Give them a compliment! If their asks and requests are open, maybe drop an idea there!

To the writers on this list - Thank you!

If I accidentally left you out and I have read and shared it before, I’m so sorry! (And if I added your name twice - sorry!)

If you put in your favourite driver’s name and surname, and like “fluff” or “smut” after it, you will find these writers and maybe someone else too!

Right! Let’s get it:

@formulanaughty

@formulahs

@alltoolewin

@illicitlimerence-writes

@justspreadmythighs

@wishful-soda

@an-ocean-blue

@lewisdiary

@thirstyandbeautiful

@matbaerzal

@f1-and-chill

@ladyperceval

@ricciardothot

@pizza-portal

@suckerfordr3

@tiredbuthappy

@soyouthinkyoucanwrite

@baldgasly

@writtendaydreamm

@welld0nebaku

@whore4toto

@theonly1outof-a-billion

@formulathot

@mauvecherie-writes (this writer writes specifically for readers of colour - specifically black readers!)

@formulalex

@landinoandco

@windrush-child

@acollectionofficsandshit

@daniel-ricciardhoe

@aereres

@yungbludz

@drunkfrogg

@jwnchstr

@harleysarchive

@snowsfallwindsblow

@sunshinericciardo

@writing-about-current-obsessions

@racinggirl

@ricciardonorrisleclercgasly

@macybeckham7

@max-in-emillion

@deliciouscreatorcollective

@gothicwidowsworld

@landohunt

@inmynotes63

@urdaydreams

@ricciardobaby

@kepaxchillystars

If you have any more recommendations or I left you out, drop it in the comment section or reblog or whatever!!!

Enjoy!

#daniel ricciardo #lewis hamilton #toto wolff #lando norris #max verstappen #fic recommendations #have fun #be nice #f1 #sebastian vettel

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racinggirl · 2 years

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baby, I'm home || lando norris 4

type: one shot pairing: lando norris x reader word count: 2k summary: bringing your newborn home for the first time requested: yes! ''Hi please can I request something with lando like where you're welcoming your baby home for the first time. Thank you in advance :)'' (by anon) Requests are OPEN warnings: flashbacks, pregnancy notes: This was so cute! I hope you'll like it, I'm not too sure how I feel about it, I wanted to make it even cuter and fluffier but it wasn't there. For sure I'll write more fics like these if people want to!

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Nine months, nine months of blood, sweat and tears you poured into living your life, a life that had turned upside down exactly nine months ago. But in a good way, yes, a really good way. You couldn’t be happier the moment you took the test, and it turned out to be positive, and your boyfriend, he was beyond excited when he read the results, he was going to be a father, a role model for your little munchkin.

Right now, nine months after you found out you were pregnant, you opened the door of your house, the one you and Lando bought a few years ago, together. On your right arm was the black maxi-cosi, the one that held your newborn in it. It was your first baby, your first child and he was absolutely beautiful, his cute button nose, big eyes and most adorable giggle that would melt your heart in just a second.

Lando put the key in the key-hole, pushing the big white door open slowly, stepping to the side so you could enter the house first. He watched you, his heart beating faster at the sight of you with your son, it was a dream come true.

‘’Welcome home Jaiden.’’ You whispered once you stepped over the threshold, looking at your nicely decorated hallway, before looking back down at your son. Lando closed the door behind the two of you, carefully, not wanting to wake your son up, and then stepped closer to you. He gently took a hold of the maxi-cosi, so you could take off your coat and put it on the hangar.

You then did the same for him, so he could take off his coat and join you and Jaiden on your way to the living room. You carefully placed the maxi-cosi on the table in front of you, so he was facing you and Lando as you seated down on the couch.

‘’He’s so beautiful.’’ Lando whispered, an arm wrapped around your shoulder as he looked at your son, a smile on Lando’s face, as well as a tear in his eye. ‘’He is.’’ You replied, a soft sigh escaping your lips, a smile on your face as you watched your baby open his eyes, he was awake, and so far, not a crier, which both you and Lando could only appreciate.

‘’Hey buddy.’’ Lando whispered, wiping his tear from his cheek and reaching forward, unclipping the belts that kept Jaiden in his seat, and lifted him up. He was small, which made sense, since he was born almost a day ago.

You watched as Lando placed your son in his arms, close to his chest, his right arm supporting his delicate head, his left arm under his lower body. He looked down, placing a gentle kiss on the top of Jaiden’s head, making him yawn and stretch his arms just above his head, before closing his eyes and snuggling close to his father.

You still remember the day you told Lando, you were nervous, because you had been trying for a few months now, without any luck. You were at the Hilton hotel, over in Barcelona, for one of his races. It was Sunday evening, Lando scored an amazing P3, earning yet another trophy to add to his collection.

You had been feeling nauseous this entire weekend, but being naïve, you thought it was the tension, because this was one of the few races you’d go to, supporting your boyfriend, who had been doing incredible this entire season. You didn’t think too much of it, so you decided to not look into it, which was, in hindsight, very, very naïve.

You and Lando had been together for quite some years now, having met through one of his friends, back when Lando was still in formula 2. His friend was determined to set the two of you up together, and he succeeded, maybe even sooner than intended, because it was love at first sight. The way you two connected, on multiple aspects, came like a blessing, because you not only gained one of the most sweet, caring and loving boyfriends, but you also gained a best friend.

It was just a few weeks after Barcelona where you felt different, perhaps even more emotional, and the nausea didn’t end. You had been in contact with Isa, Carlos’ girlfriend, and she suggested you should take a test. The outcome? Positive, obviously. You were beyond happy, and along with Isa you were planning on how to tell Lando, because you wanted it to be special, since he was the one that made you feel special almost every day.

You had everything planned, along with Isa as your sidekick, who informed Carlos, not with the details, but with the bigger picture, telling him you had a surprise for your boyfriend, and that he had to distract him for the day. Luckily, Carlos accepted, which was probably due to the pressure Isa put on him.

‘’Goodluck, darling.’’ Isa kissed your cheek, resting her hand on your shoulders, giving you a reassuring smile as she walked away after, letting you alone for a few minutes before Lando would come over. You were nervous, because this was something you wanted to do, for months, telling him your were pregnant, that you were growing your baby inside of you.

Keys, you heard the keys rumbling in the door and you leaned against the table, the present behind you. You bought a small romper, a white one, with orange letters that said ‘Hi daddy’ written on it. Along with it, you put the test you took earlier this morning. You took another test this morning, because you couldn’t believe it, the fact you were actually pregnant was something that still had to sink in, so you probably did way too many tests, but all of them were positive, thankfully.

‘’Sunshine, I’m home!’’ You heard his voice, which instantly put a smile on your already happy face, your fingers fumbling around behind your back, playing with the bow of the nicely wrapped present. ‘’Hey, how was golf?’’ You asked, not moving away from your position. And that, was something odd.

‘’Great, I even got a hole in one.’’ He laughed, stepping closer to you. ‘’What’s wrong? You seem, nervous.’’ He frowned, placing his hands on your waist, stepping closer to you and pressing his lips on your forehead, leaving them there for a couple of seconds.

‘’I have something for you.’’ You whispered, watching his eyes as he pulled away from your forehead, a concerned look on his face. ‘’Don’t worry, you’ll love it.’’ You whispered, cupping his face with your hands before pressing your lips on his. You pulled away, reached behind your back and handed him the box, orange wrapping paper, and a white bow.

The look on his face, the confusion on his face, grew even more. ‘’It’s not my birthday, right?’’ He frowned, looking at the box which was now in his hands, before looking back at you. ‘’Right?’’ He asked, not even being sure of that right now.

‘’No, silly, open it.’’ You smiled, biting your lip as you nervously played with your fingers, looking at him as he pulled the bow, opening the box. He grabbed the white romper, reading the text and he looked at you.

‘’Shut the fuck up.’’ He said, his eyes watering immediately. ‘’Shut up, is this real? This isn’t a joke, right?’’ He shook his head, reading the text on the small romper over and over again. You giggled, feeling the tears in your eyes as well as you reached in the box, grabbing the test you packed alongside it.

‘’It’s real, Lando, I’m pregnant.’’ You whispered, laughing slightly as you wiped his tears, he doing the same for you. He shook his head and put the box on the table, wrapping his arms around you as he spun you around, attacking your face with kisses, before placing you back on your feet. Then, he did something that absolutely shocked you. He kneeled down, lifted up your shirt before placing a kiss on your lower abdomen.

‘’Hi baby, it’s me, your daddy.’’ He whispered, rubbing your stomach. ‘’I’m Lando, your father, and I promise you, me and mommy will love you, so so much.’’

You were still sitting on the couch, a sigh escaping your lips as you watched your boyfriend hugging your son, his tiny hand wrapped around Lando’s finger, a giggle escaping his lips.

‘’I’m going to make myself a tea, would you like one as well?’’ You asked Lando, kissing his cheek as he nodded. You got up, walking over to the kitchen to get yourself a nice lemon tea, grabbing your two Mr. and Mrs. mugs and pouring the tea inside of it.

You then walked back, tears filling your eyes as you saw the scene in front of you. Lando holding Jaiden in his arms, talking to him, excitedly, happily.

‘’I’m your daddy Jaiden, and I love you so much. Let me tell you a story. I know the stories are mostly for bedtimes, but this time, you’re lucky and you’ll have an extra story. I want to tell you the story about how me and your mommy met, because it’s an amazing story.’’ He started, smiling.

‘’Lando, come on man! It will be fun, don’t be such a moodkiller!’’ Max, Lando’s friend, was trying to convince his friend to join this party Ria was throwing. ‘’It will be the best party every, okay? Believe me.’’ They were 16, and party to them usually meant game night, at least, for Lando, because he still had to focus on his career in Formula Two.

‘’Okay, okay, but I won’t drink, I need to focus tomorrow.’’

‘’Right, right, because you want to go to Formula One, I get it, I get it, at least be my wingman then.’’ Max chuckled, happy because he convinced his best friend. ‘’y/n will be there too.’’ He smirked, wiggling his eyebrows.

Later that night, you were already at Ria’s place, being 16 yourself as well. It was your party, actually, a party Ria threw for you, because your parents didn’t want to give a big party. ‘’Lando’s coming too, you know.’’ Ria smirked at you, making you roll your eyes.

‘’Of course you invited him.’’ You laughed, shaking your head as you sipped your diet coke. ‘’Oh come on, you like him, he’s adorable.’’ She smirked, making you throw your hands in the air. ‘’I have never even met the guy, I only know him from your stories.’’ ‘’Well, that’s about the change, here they are.’’

You turned around, your hair blowing in the wind, a blush on your face as you made direct eye contact with the Brit. Yes, he was adorable, cute, handsome.

‘’And that, is when I knew love at first sight was a thing.’’ He smiled, holding your son close to him. ‘’I loved you the moment I saw you too, Jaiden, in mommy’s tummy.’’ He whispered and kissed his tiny forehead.

‘’Here, love.’’ You sat down next to him, the tea on the table in front of you as you laughed, watching Lando blush. He knew you heard it, making him blush, which was only even more adorable.

Later that night, you had already gone to bed, being exhausted from both your first day as a new mother, but also because of the childbirth. In the middle of the night, when Jaiden started to cry, you woke up, tired, and so did Lando. You wanted to get up, to take care of your baby boy, but Lando held you back.

‘’I’ve got this, love, go back to sleep, don’t worry.’’ He whispered, walking to the bed Jaiden was lying in, in your room, and he picked him up, swaying him side to side, rocking him before he calmed down and fell back asleep. Lando smiled, looking up as he noticed you had fallen asleep as well.

‘’Let me tell you another story, Jaiden.’’ Lando whispered, almost inaudible. ‘’But this one is in the future, and it involves a ring and a pretty dress for your mommy…’’

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racinggirl · 2 years

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You've got a friend in me || Formula One

type: one shot pairing: formula one drivers x friendly relationship word count: 3k summary: after losing a loved one, you realize who your true friends are requested: yes! 'Hello, could I request a fic about a reader working in F1? She just lost her grandmother due to cancer and the drivers notice it and comfort her. I just lost my gm and can’t really believe it. I know this prompt is kind of delicate so I understand if you don’t feel too comfortable about writing it.’ Requests are OPEN! warnings: mentions of death, mentions of hospitals, mentions of c*ncer, loss of loved ones, sadness, semi-happy ending notes: Hi, first of all, I wanted to say I know what it's like to lose someone you love, so dearly (my father), and lose them to that horrible disease as well. I hope I captured what was needed, it was hard for me, yes, but I also think it's one of the most beautiful things I've written, simply because it feels so close to me. I hope you'll like it, and please let me know what you think <3. Also, if any of you ever struggle with something, just let me know. I am here for every one, no matter what 🫶🏽

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Losing a loved one is something you wish upon nobody, it’s hard and unfair. Life is hard and unfair. No longer hearing their voice, their laugh, the one that made a smile appear on your face in no time. No longer embracing them in a hug, feeling their warmth, their kisses on your forehead or cheek, no longer their love in a physical form. No longer a ‘goodnight’, but instead one last ‘goodbye’.

Losing someone you love, whether it is a father, a mother, a friend, a niece, a lover or a grandparent, is one of the most difficult and challenging things to deal with, especially at a young age. It’s never easy, never. Never hearing their silly comments that made you either laugh or roll your eyes, never greeting them anymore, never holding their hand, counting their fingers like you used to do when you were little, trying to count to ten.

Dealing with loss of someone so dear and close to you was something you wished to never experience, and never had to experience either. Not until you received the news from your parents.

‘’We need you to come over, grandma isn’t doing too good.’’

You had never ignored this many traffic lights, speed limits or fellow car drivers on your way to the hospital. You knew something bad was going to happen, it was something your parents talked to you about a lot this week, the feeling of them knowing more than you did growing every time they started the conversation.

‘grandma isn’t doing great; you should visit her some time soon; grandma has lived an amazing life; she’s doing worse every day.’

The moment you arrived at the hospital, after throttling like the people you worked for did on a race weekend, you knew it was bad, since it wasn’t only you, but also your siblings and your aunts children had gathered at the hospital. All your grandmothers grandchildren, as well as her own children, it being one of the first times your entire family was together, had a hard time keeping a straight face, since they all knew what was going on. Your grandmother was dying.

Cancer, a horrible disease. A fucking horrible disease. One that took away too many people from their loving families. People that didn’t deserve to die. Of course, nobody deserves to die, but when you see a happy, satisfied woman, surrounded by her grandchildren, a smile on her face whenever she, at Christmas, spent time with each child, opening their presents, no matter the age of her grandkids, you’d give everything for her to do that more years. But sadly, life wasn’t on her side, because the cancer that invaded her body, her mind, her soul, took those wonderful Christmas eve’s away from not only her, but the entire family.

It had been a few weeks now since your grandmother passed away, and not wanting the grief to take over your life, you decided going back to work was the best thing to do. Being surrounded by the cars, the people you loved, your second family away from home, felt somewhat comforting. But not completely, not entirely.

All week you weren’t focussed, your breaks you’d spend looking at the pictures you had of your beloved grandma, or calling your parents, because the death of your grandma made you realize how important family is. You tried to turn your emotions down, especially when you were talking to one of the drivers, not wanting to bother them with your pretty messed up life right now.

You were currently in your third year in Formula One, behind the scenes, creating content for Formula One’s Instagram, TikTok and YouTube account. Grill the Grid? One of your works, along with many others of course. You were getting ready in the room the drivers would film their parts, setting up the camera’s, looking over the planners and making sure everybody was at their position in the other room.

First team, Alfa Romeo, alphabetical order. ‘’Valtteri?’’ You called the Finn, giving him a weak smile the moment he got up from his seat and walked towards you. You guided him to the other room, staying silent on the way there, and he noticed, but didn’t dare to say anything about it.

A few teams in, you had gotten the classic ‘are you okay’-question multiple times, Pierre, Yuki, Fernando, Seb and Charles, as well as Carlos, Mick, Kevin and Daniel. You told them you were fine, since it was a lot easier to hold back your tears by ignoring the painful moments, than actually telling them what happened.

Next up, after Daniel, it was Lando’s turn. You continued your procedure, walking to the room, looking at your papers before scanning the rest of the room. ‘’Lando.’’ You turned around, making your way to the other room, knowing Lando’d follow you anyways, he always did.

‘’y/n, are you oka-‘’ ‘’Yes, Lando, I’m fine, can’t be better.’’ You muttered, getting annoyed at the amount of drivers asking you the questions. Lando decided to stay silent, nodding in response, but a frown on his forehead as he walked into the room, not taking his eyes off of you for a good few seconds.

‘’George.’’

‘’Lewis.’’

‘’Alex.’’

Everybody had finished recording, meaning it was time for your well deserved break. You reached for your phone, swallowing thickly at the picture that was now your background. Your grandma, a smile on her face, an arm around you as you did the same to her, both looking at each other, laughing, enjoying the moment together.

‘’Hey.’’ You heard a voice coming from behind, making you turn around, a deep shaky breath stopping the tears from rolling down your eyes.

‘’Max, hey.’’ You smiled weakly at the Dutchman, who had a concerned look on his face. ‘’I did great at the challenge, don’t you think?’’ You laughed weakly, he wasn’t bad, but he wasn’t particularly good either. ‘’Right, almost an A+.’’ You replied, receiving a low chuckle back from the World Champion.

‘’Hey, listen, I talked to Lando, he said-‘’ You sighed heavily, a soft groan escaping your lips as you started walking again, not wanting to show your emotions, not wanting to be weak.

‘’I’m just on my period, okay? I’d appreciate it if you’d leave me alone, thank you.’’ And with that, you made your way to the F1 hospitality, the one the content creators and other photographers and press would be enjoying their lunch at.

The rest of the day went alright, you did not see any more drivers, some of your co-workers also deciding to leave you alone for the rest of the afternoon and evening, because you made it pretty clear you did not want any company right now.

‘’y/n, wait.’’ You closed your eyes, stopping your steps as you took a deep breath. ‘’Finally, y/n, I’ve been looking for you all day.’’

‘’Lando, seriously, just lea-‘’ You stayed silent as you saw not only Lando, but also Carlos standing next to him. ‘’Oh, hi.’’ You mumbled, looking at the Spanish guy in front of you.

‘’Que pasa muppet?’’ You simply shook your head at Carlos’ question, feeling bad for being rude to them, but you just didn’t want to break down in front of many press or photographers. ‘’Nothing, just, on my period.’’

You were quite close to most of the drivers, being in your early twenties, you were close to their age, shared the same interests and had a lot of fun with them outside working hours here on track. You always made sure to hang out once during the race week, whether it was here at track during your breaks, or back in the Hilton Hotel.

That’s exactly where you were right now, sitting in your room, on your balcony. You were reading a book, one your grandmother once bought you for Christmas some years back, one you’ve probably read more than 10 times already, one of which you almost knew every word before you even started the chapter.

‘’Hey! Y/n! Come join us!’’ You heard a voice coming from downstairs, underneath your balcony was the pool area, a relaxing area and bar. You hoovered over the edge of the balcony, meeting the faces of some drivers. George, Alex, Charles, even Carlos and Max were there.

‘’No thanks, not in the mood.’’ You replied, shooting them a nice but tired smile, feeling once again guilty for rejecting them. You then heard the doorbell, your thoughts being immediately interrupted the moment you heard a knock following the ringing. You quickly made your way towards the front door, looking through the hole to see Pierre standing there, along with Yuki. You opened the door, a frown on your face as you saw the basket Yuki was holding.

‘’Hey, we ehm, heard you weren’t feeling too well, so we got you something.’’ Yuki handed you the basket which was filled with some candles and a bar of chocolate. ‘’My girlfriend said chocolate helps with period pains.’’ He then whispered, making Pierre hit his arm lightly. It brought a small smile to your face, seeing the two of them bickering about what to say, and how to bring it. ‘’Carlos told us you weren’t really in your element today, so we thought maybe this would help, consider it a little less healthy get well soon basket.’’ Pierre chuckled, walking over to give you a hug.

Tears appeared in your eyes, so you quickly closed your eyes, preventing the tears from falling down your face. ‘’Thank you guys, really, it means a lot.’’

The next day, you were walking through the paddock with Seb and Mick, talking to them about this event that was happening. Just work related stuff really. However, Seb noticed you were acting differently, instead of the enthusiastic smile, you just looked down at your papers a little too often for his liking. So once he stood in front of the Aston Martin hospitality, he grabbed your arm, just to pull you in for a hug.

You were caught by surprise, but the hug felt good. You’ve always seen Seb as a father figure, an uncle on track, something you desperately needed, especially right now. ‘’It will be okay, yeah?’’ He didn’t know what happened, but he could sense something was off, and instead of pressuring you to tell him, he decided giving you comfort would be better. And it was, because that hug was the very thing you needed right now.

Later that day, after the second practice was over, you had a small talk with Seb back in the hotel, you trusted him, enough to talk about what happened a few weeks ago. He was very compassionate, taking time to talk to you, let you talk and out your emotions, something you hadn’t done in front of anyone since your grandmother passed away.

After your talk with Seb, your eyes were stained red, a little puffy and the tip of your nose was a light pink shade. You were making your way down to the floor you were positioned at, when you ran into Charles on the way to your room.

‘’y/n?’’ He asked, carefully. He heard from Carlos and Lando you were on your period, and he didn’t want to come across as annoying or rude. He learnt how to deal with periods ever since he and Charlotte had gotten into a relationship.

You were quick in wiping away your tears, knowing that hiding them wouldn’t be something that would fool the Monegasque. ‘’Charles, hey.’’ You mumbled, sniffling as you smiled at him.

‘’What… are you alright? Can I help you?’’ He carefully asked, a worried look on his face. You simply shrugged your shoulders. You already told Seb, so why not tell the rest as well. You trusted them, each one of them, they were your friends.

‘’You know.’’ Charles started, once you had finished talking about what happened those past couple of weeks. You were now seated in your room, on the couch. Charles had his arm wrapped around your shoulder, listening to everything you told him.

‘’I’m sorry for your loss, y/n, she seemed like an amazing woman, and I’m sure she’s very proud of you right now.’’ He said. ‘’Seven years ago, I lost Jules, and let me tell you, it was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to overcome.’’

…

‘’And I’m not saying it will get easier, because there hasn’t gone a day by I haven’t thought about him, I’m still not over it, and I don’t think I’ll ever will.’’ He pulled you closer to him by bringing his arm further around your shoulder, pressing a light kiss to your forehead.

‘’But I always hang onto the thought they are here, the people we lost.’’ He pointed to his chest when he said ‘here’, the place his heart was. ‘’They are a part of our lives, and as tough as it may be to never be able to hear them talking to us again, know that they are still, every day, a part of our lives, the decisions we make, the things we achieve and the things we do, they are here, you’re not alone.’’

The talk with Charles was good, just like the conversation you had with Carlos when you bumped into him when Charles walked out, he was looking for Charles.

Quali day, one of the most important days of the weekend, the day the positions for the race on Sunday were decided. It was an alright quali, no big crashes, just two yellow flags due to an engine failure or two.

You were back in your hospitality, your mood a little better because of the talks you had with some of the drivers. Lewis had brought Roscoe, the dog of the paddock, the happy energy itself.

‘’Hey, Roscoe boy.’’ You kneeled down, laughing as the dog ran over to you, laying down and rolling over for you to rub his belly. ‘’Good boy.’’ You smiled, looking up to see Lewis kneeling down in front of you.

‘’He has always liked you.’’ He smiled, rubbing Roscoe’s head as you continued rubbing his belly. You smiled at the Brit before lowering your gaze to the dog again. ‘’I talked to Sebastien.’’ A sigh escaped your lips, your eyes meeting his when his comforting smile calmed you instantly. ‘’I’m sorry for your loss, y/n. Know that God is taking good care of your grandmother and I’m sure she is very very proud of you.’’ You nodded, smiling as you slowly got up, standing straight to receive the hug Lewis gave you.

‘’Thank you Lewis.’’

‘’Thank you, Max, Daniel, George, it means a lot.’’ You were holding the basket with your favourite drinks and food, a card as well. It had all the names of the drivers on it, as well as a nice little message from each driver. Tears welled up in your eyes as you started to read the first one. ‘’I’ll read them tonight, I don’t want to cry in front of you all.’’ You laughed weakly, placing the basket on the table in your hotel room after stepping forward, embracing all three of them in a tight and warm hug. It felt like home, the drivers being like your brothers, like your family, all of them.

The day after the race, most drivers were already home, getting ready for the next race on the calendar. You too were getting ready to go home, packing your suitcase, when you heard a knock on your door, again, it always became a ritual. You didn’t take a peek through the hole this time, assuming it was one of your co-workers.

However, when you opened the door, you were looking into the blue/green/grey-ish eyes from the McLaren driver, a small smile on your lips as you saw him holding something in his hands.

‘’Hey.’’

‘’I’m sorry for, well, multiple things, first of all for your loss, and for me being such an idiot to keep asking you what was wrong.’’ He says, scratching the back of his neck lightly.

‘’It’s okay, Lando, don’t worry, I should apologize too, for being such a bitch.’’ You smiled, stepping aside to let the brown haired guy in your room.

‘’No, no, don’t, here, I hope this will make you feel a little better.’’ He says, handing you the present, which was, how do you say this in a nice way? Not professionally packed. You started to rip the paper from the rectangular shaped gift, tears immediately appearing in your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as you took out the gift.

‘’Lando…’’ You whispered, not believing what you were seeing in front of you.

‘’It’s the least I could do, and I had some help.’’ He smiled weakly, pulling you in for a hug almost instantly. It was true, he and your brother were great friends, so after he did some texting and phone calls, he instantly knew what to give you.

He had bought a frame, a picture frame. He then made a nice collage from some of the pictures your brother had sent him, pictures from you and your grandma, moments you cherished for the rest of your life. He carefully put them in the picture frame, and packed it, as good as he could.

‘’Thank you, thank you so much, you have no idea what this means to me.’’ You whispered, tightening your grip onto his shirt, hugging him as if your life depended on it.

‘’She loves you, y/n. And I’m sure she’s looking down at you right now, the biggest smile on her face. Because she is so proud of the woman you have become, so proud.’’ He whispered.

Grief, one of the hardest things to do, especially when you’re doing it all alone. Grief isn’t something you should experience on your own. It’s okay to take your moments, evaluate things on your own, but you should never have to deal with losses without the help of others. Friends, family, it’s all so important, especially in moments like these. And you know one thing, one important thing the moment your grandmother let out her final breath. With that breath, she told you one of the most powerful things one can have.

I love you

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Pedals || Charles Leclerc 16

type: one shot pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 1.6k summary: just some fluff moments in your shared house requested: yes! “What if you make something with Charles were the reader is a musician and she plays the piano of their house and do videos posting them on her media and sometimes Charles tries aging with her or just doing silly things like on that Charlotte's video. And maybe be likes to go to recitals to cheer for her and she loves going to his races” (by anon) Requests are OPEN!!! warnings: dizziness, nothing much really, just loads of fluff. notes: I really enjoyed writing this, and this GIF, urgh, adorable.

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Something you and Charles had in common, aside from your love for each other, was your love for music, especially playing instruments yourself. You often found yourself playing the piano, humming along with the melody and occasionally singing a few songs as well. Your fingers dancing like ballerina’s over the piano keys, your feet pushing down the golden pedals at the bottom of the black piano you and Charles bought to put in your shared house.

Today was one of those days you didn’t really feel like going out at night, even though it was a Saturday evening, you rather just stayed at your apartment in Monaco, watching movies, or as you both preferred, series to binge watch so long it would be like watching two two-and-a-half-hour Harry Potter movies. Your bodies tangled up together, some snacks on the table in front of you, a glass of wine in your hands. Perfect.

Even though it was almost 11 pm, you weren’t tired, no, not at all, you were full of energy and motivation, so as soon as Charles had turned off the TV to head to the bathroom, you decided to sit down on the stool in front of your piano. Your fingers moved to lift up the black cover that was protecting the keys from any dust, and you intertwined your fingers, turning your hands to crack your knuckles. The phone was balancing on the top of the piano, leaning against the big teddy bear, the bear Charles got you for Valentines day a few years ago.

Your fingers flew over the keys, creating the most angelic sounds, soft, elegant, but so so pure. Charles loved hearing you play, because he knew you were in love with the music, the feeling it gave you whenever you learned a new song. Whenever he came home from work, he knew that smile on your face meant you had learned a new song the moment he saw you walking to the piano. And he was proud, really proud, because you were doing the one thing you loved, and that made him very happy.

You decided to record some of your piano sessions to post it on your social media, because you wanted to broaden your sphere of influence, it made people happy, and you wanted to grow as an individual behind the piano. You were in the middle of a piece when Charles appeared on the side of your screen, which you saw, because you were watching your screen whilst playing. He was doing pirouettes, his hands above his head as he turned, pretending to be a ballerina. You simply rose your left eyebrow, but continued playing, since you knew people would probably love this content as well, and because you knew it would be something the two of you would look back on and laugh about it.

After his performance as a ballerina, he got dizzy, having made probably a little too many turns, so the moment he stopped, he tried to walk into a straight line and failed, making him bump into his own trophy cabin and fall to the ground. You tried to continue playing, holding your laughter but after his groan and the words ‘’I think I am a little dizzy’’ you covered your mouth with your hands, turning around to face him, laughing loudly.

‘’You silly goose, oh my goodness.’’ You got up, shaking your head as you kneeled down next to him, giggling as you could see his eyes spinning. ‘’That’s what you get for trying to steal the show mister.’’ You smiled, brushing some of his hair away from his face.

He simply smirked, grabbing your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours, pulling you down on top of him. ‘’Ah, at least I got my kiss now, mon amour, so my plan worked.’’

‘’This was not your plan, love.’’

‘’Shut up.’’

And with that, he pressed his lips on yours, once more, keeping the distance between the two of you as minimal as possible.

You posted that video, of course you cut out some of the final bits, mostly the entire make out session you and your boyfriend had that evening on the floor of your apartment. You were not going to delete it, because you wanted to be authentic, especially on social media because you knew how fake some people could get.

The reactions and likes appeared rather quickly, but one particular comment caught your eye. The reason? It was Charles’ comment. He was at the factory, preparing for the next race in Barcelona, one of your favourite tracks because it meant your home GP, being from Spain yourself. However, you couldn’t help but laugh at his comment, liking it almost instantly, it was cheesy, probably, but it was cute, and the fans thought the same.

‘Heh, I fell for you ❤️’

Weeks later, many Netflix series, a few races, and some of your recitals later, you thought it was time to record another one of your videos. Charles came home from work and you walked towards him with a big smile painted on your face.

‘’Let me hear it, what did you learn babe?’’

You didn’t hesitate to run to the piano, lift up the black cover and let your eyes scan the white paper which was covered by black music notes. You started to play, focussed, but smiley. Charles listened to every single note you played, being the proudest boyfriend ever, and once you finished, he clapped his hands, making you get up and bow for him. He laughed, walked over to you and wrapped his strong arms around you to lift you up from the ground, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as you let your nails wander over his neck.

‘’That was amazing, mon amour, absolutely magnifique.’’ His warm breath hit your ears, making shivers run down your spine.

‘’Thank you baby, I wanted to record a video with that song.’’

‘’Alright, I’m going to take a shower so I won’t disturb you.’’

You pouted, cupping his face in between your hands. ‘’Who’s going to be my clumsy ballerina in the background now then?’’ You joked.

‘’You’ll have to survive without one, love.’’ He chuckled before pecking your lips and making his way towards the bathroom.

Your relationship with Charles had been perfect from the very first day, and you would not want to trade it for anything in the world. The way you supported each other, cheered for each other, but still both did your own things, it was something you and him both needed. You still remember the day you first walked into the paddock, being known as Charles Leclercs girlfriend. It was scary, at first, because you weren’t used to all the media attention or big crowds waiting for you at the end of the streets whenever you and your boyfriend walked through the city together. However, Charles made you relax, he always knew what to say, and when to say it, making it all so much easier.

You, on the other hand, also remembered the first time you were in the theatre, ready to play out of your skin, nervous, because it was your first performance as Charles’ girlfriend, and you knew people would look at you differently now, it was inevitable. However, after that show, your heart started to beat fast when you saw his smile from the back of the room. He had come, secretly, because he knew that if you had known he was coming to watch you perform, your stress levels would rise a lot more than needed.

After those days, you both were very clear to one another. You would try and come to every race, to support the love of your life with the thing he loved to do the most, and he would do the same, come to your shows as often as he could to support you whilst you were playing the most beautiful songs on the piano.

You had finished the video, and Charles had taken a seat next to you on the stool, behind the piano. ‘’Okay, and now you do this, see?’’ You pointed towards the white paper filled with the notes, and Charles nodded, placing his hands on the keys and pushing them down. You loved to play together, however, the songs you had been rehearsing were a little bit out of his league.

You started the video again, smiling as it went good for some seconds, Charles doing the lower pitched and easier version of the original song. ‘’Shit, that’s on me, sorry, it’s so hard!’’ He had made a mistake, making you giggle. ‘’I have an idea.’’ You smiled, getting up from the stool.

‘’Sit here.’’ You swapped positions, your hands resting on the piano keys once more. ‘’Okay, now, do the same as you did on the lower octave, but without the extra parts, alright?’’ You kissed his cheek and let him try a few times, it was easy, because he only had to touch the keys a few times during the song. However, he was also in charge of the pedals right now, because that was something he could actually do, and was quite good at as well.

You continued the video you were recording, because moments like these were the moments you did not want to lose. It went perfectly, the both of you hitting every note and playing with big smiles on your face, together.

You finished and hugged him, pressing your lips on his as your fingers rubbed his back gently. ‘’That was amazing! I’m proud of you, baby.’’ You smiled, feeling his lips against yours.

‘’And I am proud of you.’’

‘’You’re quite good at the pedals.’’

‘’Oh yeah, I know, pedals are my specialty.’’

You laughed.

‘’I love you, mon amour.’’ He whispered.

‘’Je t’aime aussi.’’

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redemption || pierre gasly 10

type: one shot pairing: pierre gasly x reader word count: 4k (sorry not sorry) summary: having that one important thing, which means a lot to you. But will Pierre be able to be there? Or will he have to make it up to you? requested: yes! “Can you do one with Pierre where he fucks up and then makes it up to y/n?” (by anon) Requests are OPEN!!! warnings: angst, language!, disappointment, sad, fluffy ending notes: I had a blast writing this. It took a little longer, but I wasn't feeling too well. Thankfully I'm feeling good enough to write again, yayayay!! Don't worry, the story has a happy ending, otherwise it wouldn't be a story of mine :) I hope you'll enjoy it, have fun and please let me know what you think about my writingstyle in the comments or my askbox, tips/tops are very much appreciated

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Contract elongation or not, the moment news spread about Sergio Perez staying with RedBull Racing for at least 2023, possibly even more years, created quite a bit of stress for the France Formula One driver, currently driving in RedBull’s ‘rookie’ team, Alpha Tauri. Stress, that might have affected his behaviour a little more than he anticipated, and wanted.

Pierre Gasly, twenty-six years old, a talented driver on the grid who previously was a second driver for RedBull but was set back to their rookie team Alpha Tauri after Alexander Albon replaced the Frenchman back in 2019. His dream? Become a Formula One world champion, preferably at RedBull.

However, when he heard the news about Checo signing his new contract that stated he’d stay at RedBull in 2023, he got stressed, mostly because his contract at Alpha Tauri would be ending this year. So, as a result of that, he was busy, not just in the racing weeks, but also in the remaining weeks he and you would normally spend together.

You and Pierre, the perfect couple, the most loved couple in the paddock. Fans loved seeing the two of you together, the reason for it? You weren’t a model, a singer, actress or even well known in the world. You were just you, a casual girl, finishing up your college and getting ready for the big world, trying to find a job, one you enjoyed and would see yourself work in for the next decades. And people loved it, watching you and Pierre, a famous Formula One driver with connections all over the world, money that would buy him everything he wants, and you, his girlfriend, nothing more, nothing less. Just the guy Pierre loved more than anything in this world.

‘’Baby?’’ You had been trying to get into contact with your boyfriend for the last 15 minutes, asking him whether or not he’d come to your graduation, which was on a Friday, a race-free-week-Friday. You knew he was stressed, or at least busy, talking to his manager, his entire team, Alpha Tauri, RedBull, even McLaren and Alpine, but you also needed the attention, especially since your graduation was one of the most exciting and important things in your life, aside from Pierre’s races.

‘’Pierre!’’ You furrowed your eyebrows, standing up from the relaxing chair you were just seated in, to walk over to your boyfriend, who was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

‘’What?’’ He looked up from his phone, a sigh leaving his lips as he saw your upset face. ‘’I’m sorry mon ange, I was just texting my manager.’’ Of course, he always was texting his manager. You weren’t mad, no, because you knew how much stress finding a new team, in time, could be, and you didn’t want to distract him from getting a good deal.

‘’I was asking if you saved the date, for my graduation.’’ You sent your boyfriend a nice smile whilst you went over to him, taking a seat on his left side, one hand resting on his knee, which you squeezed lightly.

He smiled back, placing his phone on the side of the couch just to pull you in his arms, the place you belonged according to him. ‘’Of course darling.’’ He whispered against your right temple, his lips feeling as soft as always as he kissed the side of your head. ‘’June 20th, right?’’ You nodded in response, your eyes closing as you relaxed in his arms. ‘’Yep.’’

However, the cuddles didn’t last long, just half an hour of you time for the both of you, before he got up from the couch, ready to go to another meeting with McLaren. He had to keep his options open, which meant every team that reached out for him, would be pleased with at least one meeting with the French driver. McLaren was lucky enough to have multiple.

Some days passed, and things started to get a little more comfortable at home, Pierre not being as busy with his meetings meant more time to spend together, time you cherished more than ever, because you knew that once you got accepted into the job, it would mean the two of you wouldn’t be able to see each other for weeks. That wasn’t something you weren’t used to though, being a student meant going to university, and not races.

You were laying on the balcony the sun kissing your already tanned skin as you listened to the music you were blasting through your earphones. Milan, one of the most beautiful places here in Italy, the busy centrum, the calm parks and the sun, which was shining brightly this afternoon. Pierre wasn’t here, he was at the factory, probably in the simulator, having meetings or doing more Formula One related stuff.

You opened your eyes when your phone rang, a smile plastered across your face as you saw the name. You answered almost immediately after sitting up straight, placing the sunglasses on your nose as you accepted the facetime call.

‘’Mom! Dad! Hey!’’ You threw them a wave from the other side of the phone, receiving a wave back from your mother, and a ‘hello’ from your father.

‘’Hello sweety, how are you doing?’’

‘’I’m good! Enjoying the sun here.’’ You smiled, turning the camera on your phone to reveal the view you had from Pierre’s balcony. The beautiful park on the left, some buildings on the right, and a beautiful lake in the middle, ducks and swans cooling themselves down in the water, as well as some dogs chasing them.

You turned your phone camera back to face you, the same smile still on your face. You were one lucky girl.

‘’Oh my, that looks absolutely beautiful.’’ Your mother nudged your father who agreed with what she had just said. ‘’Isn’t Pierre home?’’ Your father asked, leaning a little closer, maybe a little too close because all you were seeing was the side of his head.

You smiled at your parents and shook your head. ‘’No, he’s at the factory.’’ You smiled kindly, biting your lip. You missed him, for sure, but it wasn’t the end of the world, you’d see him tonight.

‘’Had he got an offer yet?’’ Your father got along great with your boyfriend, him being a motorsports fan, and your boyfriend being a Formula One driver seemed like the perfect match, and it was. Every time your father would visit you and Pierre at his place, or Pierre would come to your place, since you partly lived with your parents, and partly with your boyfriend, you had to separate the two along with your mom. They always told each other everything, your father giving Pierre – according to him – amazing tips, and Pierre just laughed and took mental notes. Another thing you loved about him, his respect and kindness he had towards not just your parents, but to everyone around him. Even though Pierre knew more than probably all of them combined about the sport, he’d always gladly accept the tips he’d get, even though he probably already knew every single one of them.

‘’Yeah, he has, I believe so.’’ You said, reaching for the glass of lemon water standing on the table next to you. ‘’Alpha Tauri wants him for another year, but you can’t tell anyone yet, okay? It’s not public yet.’’ You said seriously as you sipped from the straw. Your father immediately nodded, and smiled, loving the fact you always told him everything, loving the fact you trusted him enough to tell him those highly secret and important plans.

‘’Oh, I think he’s home?’’ You frowned, turning your head to look through the glass door that connected the balcony to the living room of Pierre’s apartment. He usually never was home this early, so you assumed that it either was good, or bad. You saw him, and it for sure was the latter. You rose your phone in the air, letting your parents see nothing but the sky, because you didn’t want them to see Pierre’s face, which didn’t speak happiness or fairy tales at the moment. ‘Mom and dad’ you mouthed, hoping your boyfriend would get the hint, and he did, because he took a deep breath, a somewhat fake but realistic smile on his face as he opened the glass door to greet your parents.

‘’Hello Sandra, hello Paul.’’ You turned your phone so your parents could see your boyfriend and you moved to the side a little, creating space so Pierre could join you on the bed. Your hand moved to his, holding it, squeezing it and drawing small circles on the back of his hand while he took a hold of your phone with the other. A sigh escaping your boyfriends lips gave you the reassurance you needed, he loved what you were doing right now, calming him, not immediately asking what was wrong, but giving him the time.

After what seemed like 5 minutes, but was actually 20 minutes, Pierre ended the facetime call with your parents, handing you your phone back before resting his head against your shoulder, another sigh escaping his lips. You stayed like this, for a good 5 minutes before it got too hot and the both of you decided to go inside. You closed the curtains behind you, to prevent the heat coming into the building, and you watched as your boyfriend let himself fall down on the couch.

‘’Wanna talk about it, baby?’’ You asked carefully, following him to the couch and sitting on the armrest of it, bare feet on the seating area of the couch.

He nodded, adjusting himself on the couch as he rested his head on your knees, looking up at you. ‘’I can’t come to your graduation.’’ He sighed, knowing you’d be upset, and you had every right to be, it was the one thing you wanted him to attend, one of the most important things to you.

You sighed, closing your eyes for a brief moment to calm yourself, maybe he had a reason he couldn’t come, a legitimate reason. ‘’Why not?’’ You almost whispered, both a little mad, upset, and confused.

‘’Can’t you just, tell them to reschedule it? It’s my graduation Pierre!’’ You stood straight, hands intertwined as you looked at your boyfriend who was still seated on the couch. He had a dinner, here, in Italy, with Alpha Tauri.

‘’Look, love, I understand it’s your graduation, okay? But this is for my contract, we need to keep the sponsors happy and-‘’

‘’I don’t care.’’ You said, reaching your breaking point. ‘’Every damn day the most important thing has been your contract. Alpha Tauri, McLaren, RedBull, that’s all you talk about. And I understand it’s stressing, but can you at least clear one day, just one day, for me?’’ Small tears were appearing in your eyes, your worst nightmare coming true. You always knew being a Formula One drivers girlfriend would mean long distance, little to no time spent together, and doing things on your own. However, you hoped that he’d at least be able to come to your graduation, which meant so much to you.

‘’You don’t know how important this dinner is, y/n!’’

‘’It’s next week, Pierre, you could have told them to reschedule it because you have known for weeks, maybe even months, that next Wednesday is my graduation!’’

‘’You never told me it was Wednesday!’’ He stated, making you raise your eyebrow.

‘’What’s next Wednesday’s date?’’ You were getting mad, because you had definitely told him the date.

Pierre groaned, grabbing his phone to check the date and counted in his head. After a few seconds of thinking, he looked back into your eyes. ‘’June 20th.’’ He said.

‘’Great, do I have to remind you of the conversation we had some days ago?’’ You asked, arms crossed in front of your chest at this point.

‘’Well, I can too forget things, y/n, sorry!’’ He stated, getting up from the couch as well because he couldn’t stand sitting down, you looking down at him.

‘’Forget, ‘things’?’’ You asked, your madness turning into hurt at this point. ‘’You just simply forgot your girlfriend is finally graduation after 4 years?!’’

‘’Baby, I didn’t mean that…’’

‘’Oh, I am pretty sure you did.’’ You sighed, watching as Pierre took some steps closer to you, attempting to pull you in for a hug. ‘’No, Pierre!’’ You stepped back, wiping a single tear that was falling from your cheek.

‘’Oh come on y/n, don’t be so fucking dramatic now! I apologized, okay? What else do you need from me so you’ll be able to forgive me?’’ Pierre didn’t mean all of this, obviously. He was one of the sweetest, kind and respectful guys you’d ever meet, but the stress he had been coping with at work had taken its toll on those lovely characteristics of the Frenchman.

‘’For you to be there in England when I take that bloody paper!’’ You took one more attempt to convince him to reschedule the meeting, because you needed him there, to cheer for you when you took a hold of that paper, just like you cheered for him whenever he had a marvellous race.

‘’Well, I can’t, it’s scheduled, I’ll fly over the next day to take you out for dinner, okay?’’

You simply shook your head, not believing those words came out of your boyfriends mouth. The man that used to do everything for you, fly in between races to your house, just to surprise you with flowers he picked up from the local flower boutique in your town, had changed, and you hated it.

‘’You know what? Forget it, go to your stupid dinner, prioritize that fucking dinner over me, it’s fine. Lately I’ve been getting used to become second anyways.’’ And with that, you left, ignoring Pierre calling your name, knowing he completely messed everything up.

The next day you were already on a plane, heading to England to your parents house, not wanting to spend one more day with your boyfriend. You needed space, time, and support right now, things he couldn’t give at the moment. It hurt, because you still loved him, and he still loved you, but right now it was for the best.

Your parents, however, were very understanding. You wasn’t sure you made the right decision, but after talking to them for hours upon hours, you were confident you did make the right decision. Sure, you couldn’t expect him to have you as his number 1 priority at all times, but you could expect him to at least think about it, try to be able to attend your graduation, as it was something you worked your ass off for, for over 4 years.

Graduation day. You were dressed into a nice cobalt blue dress, topping it off with the traditional black coat and hat, your hair nicely curled, make up on point. You looked stunning, beyond beautiful really.

‘’y/n! Oh my goodness, you look absolutely amazing, like a queen!’’ Stacy, your best friend in and out of university ran towards you.

‘’Wait till you see the dress I’m wearing.’’ You joked, hugging your best friend tightly. ‘’Come on, let’s go see my boyfriend.’’ You were dragged along, Stacy being way too excited because you had never actually met her boyfriend, since you had been traveling with Pierre for those last couple of weeks. The guy was kind, tall, typical Brit really, and you found it adorable, because it reminded you of the stage you and Pierre were in years ago, a new couple, madly in love with one another.

‘’Hey, speaking of, where’s Pierre?’’ Stacy interrupted your thoughts, and you just let out a sigh. ‘’Couldn’t make it, work.’’ You mumbled, not really feeling the need to talk about why your boyfriend wasn’t here. You wanted it to be a happy day, one to remember for in the books, and you didn’t want it to be ruined by the fact your boyfriend didn’t find you important enough to come to your graduation.

‘’Oh, well, I understand, he’s a Formula One driver after all.’’ Stacy smirked, wiggling her eyebrows a few times which made you laugh in agony. Stacy was happy when you announced your relationship to her, and wanting to meet the guy, she immediately asked you to arrange a double date with her – now called – ex boyfriend, something which was quite hard seeing you did not want people to know about you dating a famous Formula One driver straight away. You created the perfect double date setup in your parents backyard, since in that way nobody could see you, and nobody would suspect a thing, you and Pierre hadn’t announced your relationship to the world yet at that point. So the moment Stacy figured out he was actually Pierre Gasly, you had to beg her to not tell anyone, which was a task on its own.

Now, almost 5 years later, she always managed to tell people you were dating Pierre Gasly before you had even met them. You didn’t mind, Stacy was just excited because you deserved to be happy, which you were with Pierre, and being a motorsports lover didn’t really help with keeping it low profile either.

After some talking with Stacy and her new boyfriend, it was time to take place on the seats, ready to take your paper and finally move onto the next chapter in your life, find a job you enjoy, and make money. You turned around to have one more look into the audience, sitting up straight when you saw a figure in the back, a figure that looked really familiar. But as soon as he stepped forward, into the lights, you sighed. It wasn’t Pierre, just someone that looked similar, but it wasn’t him. That’s the moment you gave up hope. Of course you still had hope, maybe he had changed his mind and decided your graduation would be slightly more important than a dinner with his sponsors, but sadly, that wasn’t the case.

‘’Y/n Y/l/n!’’ People were cheering, clapping and you looked over at Stacy before getting up, a smile on your face, a proud smile. You made your way to the podium, a deep sigh escaping your lips as you felt the black cold pen reaching your hands. You signed your diploma, a smile from ear to ear when you placed the pen back on the table. You shook hands, and held the paper next to you when you stood next to your teacher for the photo.

‘’Okay, photo time!’’ Your parents stood on either side of you, Stacy taking the picture. ‘’Now a crazy one, because we’re done with this fucked up school!’’ Stacy laughed and you immediately looked over at your parents who were shocked by her statement.

‘’Stace!’’ You laughed, shaking your head as your parents decided to join your laughter, pulling a weird face as you did the same.

‘’Okay, I think that’s it.’’ You smiled, looking at Stacy. You had taken more than enough pictures with your friend, as well as some pictures with your parents. ‘’We have all the pictures we need.’’ You smiled, weakly, because you knew you missed one person here.

‘’No, we don’t have them all yet.’’ You turned around, because you recognized that voice from miles away.

‘’Pierre?’’ You were surprised, he had the dinner, with his sponsors, right? How could he be here now? Pierre noticed you were confused, because you hadn’t said anything but his name the moment you saw him, your facial expression like you had just seen one of the most confusing things in the world, and your body frozen in place.

‘’We need a picture.’’ He simply smiled, holding his hand out for yours to take. He looked amazing, in suit, his hair nicely done, glowing skin, and you hadn’t even started about the cologne he was wearing, or the way his breath was soft and minty. You accepted his hand, slowly stepping towards him as you wrapped your arms around him, tightly, almost scared of letting him go.

‘’I thought you-‘’ But he cut you off. ‘’Shh.. don’t think about that now, okay? This is your happy day, your graduation, and I am so, so proud of you, okay?’’ He whispered close to your ear, pressing kisses to your cheek. ‘’I have been an idiot, and I am sorry for that, I hope you can forgive me.’’

You looked at him, a smile on your face as your eyes were filled with tears. Of course you would forgive him, he was here now, he came to your graduation. ‘’Were you here the entire time?’’

He nodded. ‘’I saw you getting up there, signing that paper of yours. I could even see that beautiful smile of yours when you were standing next to Mr. Johnson.’’ He smiled. ‘’Or when you were seated and turned around, were you looking for me?’’ He asks carefully, taking a hold of your hands.

You nodded in response, smiling weakly as you looked down at your hands. ‘’I was, yeah, I just, hoped you’d come, I still had hope.’’ You admitted, looking up into his beautiful eyes who had a sparkle inside of them, the sparkle you had missed so hard when he was busy with his work.

‘’Come on, take that coat off, I want to see that amazing dress!’’ Stacy cheered, interrupting the two of you. You simply laughed, turning around so you could easily take the coat off, along with the hat and you heard Stacy whistle. ‘’Damn girl! Hot!’’ She laughed.

You turned around again to face Pierre, and that’s when your heart skipped a beat. He was there, down on one knee, a box in his hand as he looked up at you with the sweetest but yet most nervous smile ever.

‘’Pierre…’’ You whispered, hands covering your mouth as you gasped.

‘’I’m sorry for being such an idiot lately. I wanted everything to be perfect. I was so stressed, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I-I was planning this, and the whole work thing messed it all up. I wanted to surprise you, and when they told me the dinner would be tonight, I honestly tried to reschedule it but they didn’t let me.’’ He started, still seated on one knee. ‘’After our talk, last week, I knew that I had to do it. I had to call my manager and tell him I wouldn’t be at the dinner, because there was something on my to do list that was much more important than that stupid dinner.’’ He smiles, quoting your words about the stupid dinner. ‘’When you left that day, I immediately contacted your parents, asking for their permission, and I explained everything to them. I just hoped they would say yes because I already bought the ring and all… But, I want you to know that you are my number one priority, and you always will be, because I can’t imagine my life without you in it. I need you, because I’m lost without you, and I can’t say it enough, I’ll never get tired of saying it, y/n. I love you, so much it hurts, so please, don’t make me the happiest boyfriend, but the happiest man, and marry me.’’

You were amazed by his words, and didn’t even notice the tears running down your cheeks, or the phone camera’s pointed towards you, all you saw was him, your boyfriend, down on his knee for you, to ask you to marry him.

‘’Of course I’ll marry you, Pierre.’’ You nodded, receiving a deep sigh as response from the French driver in front of you, followed by a wide smile. He got up, grabbed your hand and delicately slid the ring around your finger, cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips to yours, lovingly, not wanting to be separated from you ever again.

‘’Je t’aime, mon chérie.’’

‘’Je t’aime aussi, bébé.’’

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Happy accident || Pierre Gasly 10

type: one shot pairing: pierre gasly x reader word count: 2.5k summary: revealing your relationship didn't go as planned. requested: yes! 'hii, can i request a fic with pierre in which he's secretly dating a famous actress? and she accidentally goes live on his instagram in his phone (maybe bc they have the same wallpaper so she doesn't realize it) thus exposed their relationship. and they just end up revealing all and answering some questions. cute and fluffy ending pretty pls bc i really /really/ like your writing!!! ily hope ur doing good<3' Requests are OPEN! warnings: mentions of heart attack (just once at the ending in a not serious way), lying, swearing, loads of fluff! notes: I'M BACK BITCHES! Hope you'll enjoy the story. I have many more coming up! But it might take a while. Love you all xxxx

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There are many things couples do. Wearing the same bracelet, buying the same shirt, going on holiday together, buying the same phone… That’s exactly what you and Pierre did when the newest iPhone released. Both white. Both the same picture. Was it a smart move? Probably not, but in the end it was the best thing that could have happened to you and your French boyfriend.

‘’Okay, yes, beautiful y/n! Absolutely beautiful!’’ Flashes of light, photographers and directors were calling your name, not something you weren’t used to. Being the star of the newest action movie which was going in première at this moment, meant everybody wanted to catch a glimpse of the new actress, aka you.

You had always wanted to become an actress, playing with your sister, creating scenes of the movies you both loved – in particular Disney movies, you loved pretending to be Cinderella. However, your parents weren’t up for the acting, with the both of them being doctors, you felt obligated to do the same, so you went to university. You had a lot of respect for the people that actually did a masters degree, but after you got your first papers, you knew this wasn’t for you. You finished school, though. But after getting your degree, you decided to give the acting a shot, seeing as there was this small acting application for a short movie. And boy, it was the best decision ever.

‘’y/n, here! Look over here please!’’ Your eyes moved into the direction of the voice that was calling for you, posing in different ways, making sure people got the perfect picture of you dressed in your cobalt blue tight fitted dress, white heels and small white bag which was just big enough to fit your phone in it. Your hair and make up were done by your sister, who was your stylist, her also not being a fan of becoming a doctor.

The première was in none other than Monaco, the same place the movie had been recorded. The harbour, the busy streets, beautiful coast and the people that lived here made it be one of the most beautiful places you had ever been to. Another reason you loved Monaco? You met your boyfriend here, at that very same première.

You had been giving each other looks this entire evening. Teasing, definitely, but also appropriate, aware of the fact there were tons of cameras and eyes on you. After your speech on the podium, you made sure to give him one more look before disappearing behind the curtains, your sister already waiting for you to do some touch ups to your make up.

‘’You are the worst.’’ She laughed, applying a tiny bit of Laura Mercier translucent powder to your T-zone, preventing it from blinding people due to the shininess it had built up.

‘’What?’’ You smirked, your eyes closed as you let your sister do her job.

‘’Oh, come on y/n, I know you, and I know how you act when you see someone you find attractive, you’re a tease.’’ She responds, smiling as she stepped away once she finished the powder.

‘’Well, so is he.’’ You smirked.

Pierre Gasly, Formula One driver for Alpha Tauri, and your boyfriend. The way you had been undressing each other with your eyes that evening of the première hadn’t gone unnoticed by either of you. The after party was a success, at least, for the two of you. Because it ended steamy, with a date planned the week after.

Currently you were seated in your boyfriends apartment in Milan, whilst he was on the sim, racing, you were texting your manager.

Hi y/n, busy right now?

+ No, not really, why?

I have great news, you got the job!

+ No! fuck off, you’re lying! OH MY GOD SERIOUSLY!?!?

Haha! Yes! Don’t tell anyone yet. You can announce it tomorrow, 8 pm.

+ Gotcha! 8 pm, it’s in my planner! Omg thank you Jay! God, can you believe it? ME?! IN THE NEW DIE HARD MOVIE?!?!

Well, you better believe it, I’ll talk to you Wednesday, enjoy your evening.

+ Oh trust me, I will, thank you!!! 😊

‘’Babe!!!’’ You looked over at your boyfriend, who was focussed on his race in the sim. ‘’Babe!’’ You called again, getting up from the couch, making your way over to see the French driver in his seat, eyes focussed, muscular arms, veins popping out.

You smirked, an idea popping into your head. Your feet made its way to the chair, and without any warning, you jumped on his lap, interrupting his race, his practice session.

‘’y/n! For fucks sake, my race!’’ Pierre exclaimed, but you simply smiled, not caring about his reaction.

‘’Oh god, what did you do?’’ He then asks the moment he sees your expression, pausing his game to give his full attention to you, hands on your hips, eyes looking up into yours.

‘’Guess.’’ You bit your lip, trying to prevent the corners of your mouth from moving upwards, but without success.

‘’Hmm…’’ Pierre hummed, his fingers squeezing your hips ever so slightly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin. ‘’You are pregnant?’’ He asks with a smirk, making you laugh loudly.

‘’God, no, try again, think in a more… professional way.’’ You pecked his lips, your hands moving up to rest on his neck, placing them on his nape.

‘’You got a new job?’’ He asks, a frown on his face, but the moment your smile grew even wider his eyes grew along with your smile. ‘’Noway, you got a new job?!’’ He asked, taking your hands in his. ‘’You got the Die Hard job?!’’

You nodded, your smile not leaving your lips once. And neither did Pierre’s smile. ‘’We need to celebrate this.’’ The words left his lips immediately, in a gentle, but dominant way. And you definitely celebrated it that evening.

The next day you were counting down, wanting to let your fans know, the people that supported you through thick and thin, your ups and downs, your first small role and your bigger part in the new movie. You loved them, and they loved you.

However, you never told them you were dating someone, and neither did Pierre. You kept your relationship private, sure, you were planning on telling them, eventually, but right now, you felt good on the place you were right now. Nobody but your close friends and family knew about your relationship with the French driver, and you wanted to keep it that way.

It’s not that you didn’t want to tell them, it had just never crossed your mind, at least, not to this extend. Not in a way you and Pierre had a serious talk about it. If people find out, they would find out, but you were happy the way you were right now, without them knowing.

Milan, Italy. May 10th 2022, 7.54 pm.

‘’Pierre, where’s my phone? It’s almost 8 pm, I’m going live!’’ You were excited, beyond excited to tell your fans the news, to bring the world the news you were going to have a main role in the newest Die Hard movie.

‘’Don’t know, somewhere over there!’’ He was busy studying data on his laptop, wanting to get everything perfect for next race in Barcelona.

‘’Oh, yeah, very helpful love, thanks.’’ You playfully rolled your eyes and grabbed the white iPhone, unlocking it and pressing the colourful Instagram button. You immediately went to the ‘go live’ button, being overly excited.

‘’What’s up everyone! I have very exciting news, and I can’t wait to share it with you!’’ You took a seat on the couch, making sure nobody could see the background, in case someone recognized Pierre’s apartment.

‘’If you want, you can take guesses in the chat.’’ You smirked, your eyes scanning the chat for possible guesses. However, your heart dropped to your stomach the moment you read Pierre’s name.

Is that y/n?? What is she doing with Pierre’s Instagram?

Are they seeing each other?!

They for sure are dating, I KNEW IT

y/n on Pierre’s Instagram, WHAT?

‘’Oh fuck…’’ You mumbled, looking behind you to see Pierre standing in the doorway, your phone in his hand, a weak smile on his lips. ‘’Eh, well, eh.’’ You looked over at your boyfriend, hoping he wouldn’t be mad, hoping he would forgive you for this – not so smart – action.

‘’Babe, I think you have the wrong phone.’’ Pierre’s voice was clear, bright, and there was no sound of madness or disappointment noticeable. If only, there was a sound of laughter, a little nervous but nothing too much, but most of all was he trying to hold back a laugh, which failed.

‘’No shit.’’ You laughed, biting your lip as Pierre walked closer, behind you, handing you the phone, your phone, which had a notification.

[pierregasly] started a live video. Watch it before it ends!

‘’Well, this is awkward.’’ You let out a soft laugh, a hand running through your soft hair, nervously. You never intentionally hid the fact you were dating Pierre Gasly, but somehow, it felt like you betrayed your fans.

‘’You’d think?’’ Pierre smiled, leaning down to connect his lips to the top of your head, placing a loving kiss on the top of it. ‘’Hm, your hair smells amazing.’’ He whispered, creating a red situation on your cheeks. This man…

Needless to say, going on Pierre’s phone instead of your own, was the best thing that could have happened to you, and your relationship. Instead of being scared the fans wouldn’t like the two of you together, them thinking either of you betrayed them by not telling, they were really understanding.

Privacy was a big thing, especially in Formula One. After releasing the video with all drivers, asking for privacy, respect and understanding, it somehow made the fans accept everything just a little more. Sure, there was still hate, but Pierre would only tell you those who sent hate, weren’t real fans, jealousy had gotten the best of them, he’d say.

In fact, revealing your relationship to the world, hadn’t only brought a boost to your relationship, since you were able to join him for his races now, it also boosted your career. People saw you alongside the French driver in the paddock, which brought the results of your name in google to a much higher level. The movies you were in got more views, more than usual, and Pierre also received a lot of new fans, all because of that one – silly – mistake with your phone, or rather, Pierre’s phone.

‘’You sure you can’t come?’’ You were laying on your bed, Pierre his chest being your pillow. You sighed in response, nodding with your eyes closed. ‘’They want me at the next meeting, and the shoot.’’ You mumbled, hands finding its way under his shirt, tracing his abs with your nails.

A heavy sigh escaped Pierre’s lips, his chest moving up and down along the way. You opened your eyes and looked up at your boyfriend, studying his features. ‘’I know baby, I’m sorry, next time I’ll come, okay?’’ You whispered, leaning up to press your lips against his, his hand cupping your cheek as his thumb rubbed your cheek gently.

However, you had one secret, there was no meeting, there was no shoot, at least not that day. You were planning on surprising your boyfriend in the paddock, on the circuit of Baku. The season wasn’t doing him any favours this year, having a DNF behind his name for two races now. Only having 6 points, 7 races in.

Baku City Circuit, June 10th 2022, 13.49 pm.

Your plane had landed only 15 minutes ago, and you were already on your way to the hotel the Alpha Tauri team stayed in for the weekend. You had been in contact with Pierre’s manager, who made sure everything would go smoothly in getting you from the airport to the hotel, and from the hotel to the track.

‘’Hi, baby, how’s the meeting going?’’ Pierre had called your phone, and instead of walking around the paddock, you had quickly made your way into the AT-hospitality, not wanting to spoil the surprise by your boyfriend hearing the cars in the background.

‘’Hey, it’s alright, boring as usual, you know.’’ You were a terrible liar, which seemed weird, right? You were an actress, one of the best, but lying to your boyfriend was something you couldn’t do, which is why you’ve decided this was the last time you’d do this, ever again. You’d rather go alongside Pierre, or have him be aware of the fact you’d be walking around the paddock at the same time as him.

You chatted for a while, discussing mostly his predictions for the race, and how badly he wanted you to be with him. I’ll be, sooner than you think.

And that’s exactly what happened, because in his free time on his way to the hospitality, when he was checking his social media, he saw a picture of you. And it wasn’t a picture from a shoot, or a meeting, no. It was a picture from the exact spot he was standing right now, near the entrance of the AT-hospitality. He had never went this fast in his life, except of course in his F1 car.

‘’Y/N!’’ He was quick to wrap his arms around you the moment he saw you standing in the hospitality, talking to some of the girls from the team. You let out a laugh, turning around in his arms to return the favour of wrapping your arms around him.

‘’Surprise.’’ You giggled, happily watching the crazy smile on your boyfriends face. ‘’And what a surprise it is, you sneaky… God, I knew something was up the moment you started laughing on the phone.’’ He smirked, lips moving to place a kiss on your forehead.

The world knew, and you were happy, because now you were able to walk with your boyfriend through the paddock, support him like he would support you when you were watching one of your movies together on the couch, back at home. And your support was, according to Pierre, his lucky charm, since he’d gotten his best result yet this season, P5, receiving another 10 points to add to the 6 he’s already gathered this season.

‘’I’m going live.’’ You smiled, head resting against Pierre’s chest as you were seated on the ground in the hospitality, there were enough seats, but this was a lot more comfortable. You still had to tell your fans about the new movie, since you thought telling them while also revealing your relationship with the French Formula One driver would give some of them a heart attack.

‘’Make sure you get the right phone, darling.’’

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comfort || daniel ricciardo 3

type: one shot pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader word count: 1.2k summary: a fluffy daniel, taking care of you when it's that time of the month. requested: yes! “Hi! Can I request a Danny fic where he takes care of the reader who is on her period? Just something cute and fluffy 🥰” (by anon) Requests are OPEN!!! warnings: period cramps, LDR, just fluffy dan boyfriend notes: First of all, credits to GIF owner, love it. I am actually on that time of the month myself, so this came at the PERFECT time. Just wished I was y/n at this moment ;) also, I know it isn't long, but I hope you'll like it <3 (repost again, since Tumblr really doesn't like me)

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Chocolate. Water. A good book. A happy movie. More chocolate. The only thing missing from your list was your boyfriend, your cuddly bear, your support and happy place.

Being on your period was something you hated, especially whenever you and Daniel weren’t together, mostly due to the fact he was out for races, which was exactly the case this weekend. It was Sunday, which meant race day for him and the 19 other drivers. Race day, a day you would usually attend, but this time, due to some assignments and work related things, wasn’t something that was scheduled for you.

You were on the big couch in your living room, a bar of chocolate on your left, a bottle of water on your right. The book you just finished was on the table in front of you, a movie you were watching on the big tv a few metres in front of you. Cramps were overwhelming you, making you curl up in the blankets, a hot tea in your hand as you sipped it, hoping it would calm your cramps down.

Normally, Daniel would place his warm hands on your lower stomach as you would lean against his chest, the both of you either on the couch, in bed, or in a warm bath he’d make for you, filled with lavender, candles and a nice music in the background. However, he wasn’t here right now, meaning you were all on your own in your shared house.

‘’y/n?’’ You had answered a phone call you received from Daniel, a smile on your lips as you heard his accent, the way he pronounced your name felt like the best thing ever, it was like music to your ears.

‘’Danny, hey.’’ You whispered, your eyes closed as you imagined him being here by your side. You loved him, so much, he came into your life when you needed him the most, and he never left.

‘’What’s up baby, you sound, off.’’ He frowned, making you sigh quietly. You didn’t want to tell him, simply because you didn’t want to worry him. He was about to get into his car, getting ready for the race, one of his favourites.

‘’Nothing, I’m just a little tired, work and school was a lot today.’’ You tried to sound somewhat excited, not too much, but at least enough so he wouldn’t suspect a thing.

‘’Are you sure?’’ He asked, making you nod. ‘’Yeah, positive, I think that I’ll take a good nap after the race.’’ You smiled, switching the TV from the movie to the race, so you could watch.

‘’Alright, promise me you’ll sleep and give Coco a kiss for me.’’ You laughed lightly, looking down at the puppy with a smile on your lips. ‘’I will, don’t worry, she misses you too.’’ You heard a chuckle from the other side of the phone, along with some fumbling around, a door closing as well.

‘’And I miss my favourite girls too.’’ He says, making your heart beat a little faster.

‘’Goodluck, you’ve got this and no matter what…’’ You said. ‘’You’re proud of me.’’ Daniel finished your sentence, your mantra you told him every single race week, your safety procedure.

‘’I love you.’’

‘’And I love you, bye love.’’

He ended the phone call since he had to get ready for his race, and you simply patted the spot next to you on the couch, allowing Coco to jump on top, crawling closer to you to comfort you. They say dogs feel emotions, meaning right now, Coco would probably feel the sadness or discomfort you were feeling at this moment.

‘’Hey Coco.’’ You whispered, gently stroking her soft blonde hair, giving you the rest you needed. ‘’You miss him too, don’t you?’’ You mumbled, giggling as you saw a yawn coming from the golden retriever next to you. ‘’Yeah, I’m tired too.’’

You and Daniel decided to get a puppy, simply because Daniel would be away a lot this year, and you’d be at home, working from home and following a course along side your working hours, wanting to make promotions in your current job. Coco was the perfect dog, still a puppy, meaning she’d be playful, and perfect to cuddle with whenever you missed Daniel.

The race went alright. Daniel managed to get fifth place, his best result yet this season, and you decided to send him a text message.

Hey you, well done baby. I’m proud of you, I knew you’d make it up there. Coco and I have been cheering for you the entire two hours – the race had been delayed due to heavy rainfall – and right know we’re going to sleep. I’ll see you in two days, since you’re coming home then, right? Anyways, have fun at the afterparty and I can’t wait for you to be home, summer break, finally. Love you xx

You indeed fell asleep, but instead of falling asleep in bed, you fell asleep on the couch, Coco next to you, curled up to comfort you with your cramps. However, hours later, you started to wake up due to a soft hand on your cheek.

You opened your eyes, no longer feeling Coco next to you. ‘’Coco?’’ You whispered, but your heart started to beat faster the moment you saw those eyes, the ones you fell in love with years ago. That smile, the one that would light up millions of days, and that soft voice with the Australian accent.

‘’Hey baby girl.’’ Daniel whispered, a smile plastered on your lips as you wrapped your arms around him. ‘’Daniel, what, how, when?’’ You couldn’t even create a proper sentence as you were shocked. How did he get here, he was about to come back in two days, not two hours.

‘’I’m glad to see you too, baby.’’ He chuckled, pressing his lips on your for a few seconds. ‘’Why didn’t you tell me you were on your period, love?’’ He mumbled, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

‘’I didn’t want to worry you…’’ A sigh escaped his lips as he took place next to you, Coco in his basket, Daniel lifting the shirt you were wearing, which was actually his shirt, just to place his warm hands on your lower abdomen, knowing it calmed you down. ‘’How do you know it’s my period?’’ You then asked, your head resting against his chest.

‘’I keep track of it, darling, it’s in my phone.’’ He whispered, his lips placed against your temple. ‘’The bath’s ready, lets go, let me take care of you.’’ He mumbled, a soft smile on his face, the small hairs of his beard tickling your cheek. You nodded, humming as you walked up the stairs, on your way to the bathroom which was filled with candles, a movie, a nice lavender scent and a smiley Daniel.

‘’Thank you, really.’’ You whispered once you were sat in front of your boyfriend in the bathtub, your back resting against his chest, his hands on your lower stomach, lips attached to your neck and shoulders as he covered them in kisses.

‘’You know you don’t have to thank me, sweety.’’ He mumbled, creating tickles on your shoulder. ‘’I’d do anything for you, you know that.’’ His hands made his way to your shoulders, giving you one of his gentle massages before placing them back on your lower stomach.

‘’I love you.’’

‘’I love you more.’’

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greek god || george russell 63

type: one shot pairing: george russell x reader word count: 2.6k summary: going on a holiday with a friend seemed nice. it was nice, and it ended up giving you more than you could have imagined. requested: yes! ''Could you please do one where reader meets George and she has no idea who he is. He finds it refreshing and happy that she wants to know him for him and not because he is F1 driver. She thinks that he is international businessman since he is so posh and travels a lot. She is completely surprised when she finds out what is his real job. He maybe reveals it to her by inviting her to GP, she believes that they'll just watch the race. When they go to Mercedes garage she scolds him for trespassing, he just laugs about it. She ends up loving the F1, trying his helmet and even gets to sit in his car'' (by anon) requests are OPEN warnings: flirting, nothing much really, just some fluff georgie boi notes: I can't seem to find good GIF's of George in Merc, so if any of you have them or know where to find them, lmk!

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One downfall to being one of the most well-known car drivers, formula one car drivers, in the world for sure was the lack of privacy. Going on holiday without getting recognised, being asked for a picture or an autograph almost seemed impossible. However, George didn’t mind it, he loved his fans, especially since he remembered the way he would fanboy over meeting one of his idols whenever he was a little boy.

But you, you were different, you didn’t know who he was, and instead of going straight at him for a picture, autograph or just a quick chat, you just looked at him from a distance. He for sure was intrigued by it, because even though you did not approach him, gave him attention in a way most people would, you got his attention, for sure.

It all started when you and your friend decided to book a holiday to the beautiful Santorini island in Greece, the white houses, the bright blue ocean and warm temperatures for sure weren’t something you’d say no to. Santorini, it was one of those places you had on your bucketlist, because honestly, everybody always talked so highly of it, and they weren’t lying, it was beautiful.

You had gotten a nice hotel, 5 stars because you and your friend decided to spoil yourselves for this one time, all inclusive, no worries, just relax, enjoying your holiday as two single, freshly graduated girls. The hotel was gorgeous, it being part of a resort meant the property almost looked like a village. The swimming pool was as blue as the sky and the birds were chirping and flying around, singing the most beautiful songs.

‘’You’re staring.’’

‘’Hmm? What?’’ You looked over at your friend, a smirk on her face as she watched how you practically undressed the stranger at the other side of the pool with your eyes.

‘’You are already looking for the boys, huh?’’ Jaida laughed, making you roll your eyes and look back at her, a smirk spread across your face.

‘’No, I’m just… observing.’’ You said with a light giggle, taking a deep breath as you leaned back on your sunbed, letting the sun hit your already tanned body to make it even more tanned, wanting to have that perfect summer glow written all over you.

He looked good, the guy you had been observing. The way his hair was slightly messy due to the fact he had just came out of the swimming pool, his smile, with the beautiful white teeth, his laugh, his muscles, he seemed perfect.

‘’He’s some sort of Greek god isn’t he?’’ Jaida had been looking over at the guy as well, because she knew you had a great taste in guys, and boy were you right this time.

‘’I wonder what nationality he has.’’

‘’Oh definitely Greek.’’

You looked over at Jaida, your right eyebrow slightly higher than your left. ‘’Why, because he’s a Greek god?’’ You laughed, your gaze slowly going from your friend to the guy at the pool. ‘’I think he’s British.’’ You replied, your lip caught in between your teeth as you investigated him.

‘’You’re just hoping he’s British so you can meet up once you’re back in England.’’

‘’That.’’ You say, raising your finger as you once again looked over at your friend, a smile on your face. ‘’Is very much true.’’ You laughed.

Later that evening you decided to get dinner at the restaurant near by, sure, you had an all inclusive holiday, but the two of you wanted to go out, explore the city a little.

‘’Oh, this looks so good.’’ Jaida walked with you, your arms linked, both wearing a silky dress and nice heals. She then pointed to a restaurant across the street, beautiful blue and green lights coming from the top of the restaurant, more green lights doing the palm trees justice by shining from the roots to the top leaves.

‘’Well, nevermind.’’ She says, laughing as she looked at the card which was outside on the street. ‘’Forty pounds for a pasta, must have gold in it then, jeez.’’ She laughs, looking over at you.

‘’Well, pizza maybe?’’ You suggested, making the both of you laugh even more.

But you did it, you went to grab some pizza, not really caring that you were both way to overdressed to order a take away pizza and sit down on a bench at the beach.

‘’Hey, isn’t that the Greek god?’’ Jaida nudged your arm, just as you were about to take a bite from your delicious margerita pizza. ‘’Jaida!’’ You exclaimed, feeling a drizzle of the warm tomato sauce and cheese hitting your leg. ‘’You’re lucky it didn’t spill on my dress.’’ You said, moving your finger over your leg and raising it up to your mouth to lick up the pizza drizzle.

‘’Yeah, yeah, look where he is going, and those clothes, damn.’’

‘’Wait, is he going to…’’

‘’That fancy restaurant? Oh hell yes, he has moneys y/n.’’

You just rolled your eyes with a smile on your face, taking another bite of your pizza.

You had been watching the stranger for a few days now, and for sure he noticed, because he watched you as well, his friends mocking him, teasing him and telling him to take the first step. You hadn’t stepped forward yet, because you didn’t want to bother him, who knows, maybe he had a girlfriend, or wasn’t interested in you. You had always been kind of reserved when it came to guys, most of them always coming to you instead of you taking the first step.

As for right now, you were laying on a sunbed, enjoying the sun and the music that was blasting through the speakers outside. All of a sudden, however, that warm sun disappeared, so you opened your eyes slowly, groaning a little as a small cloud made its way in front of the sun. But it disappeared almost instantly, making you close your eyes again, a soft sigh escaping your lips.

‘’Sorry!’’ You heard a voice of a guy after feeling a wet ball on your stomach, you sitting up immediately, instinctive reaction. You looked around, seeing a group of friends in the water, all of them looking at you because you were now holding their ball. Among those group of friends however, was him, the pool guy, the Greek god, as Jaida liked to call him now.

You smiled, sitting up and throwing the ball back in the pool, hearing some ‘thank you’s’ before the guys went back to their ball game.

A few minutes later though, you heard the ball bounce next to you, not hitting you, but being next to you. You opened your eyes again, sitting up straight and wanting to reach for the ball when a big figure blocked the sun from reaching your body and face.

‘’Hi.’’ George looked down at you, a nice smile spread across his face as you returned the nice gesture.

‘’Hey.’’

‘’The ball likes you, it keeps coming for you.’’

You laughed, blushing slightly as you looked down, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, before looking back up at him.

‘’I guess it does.’’ You smiled back, he was even more handsome up close. And he for sure was British.

‘’Care to join us? I’m sure the ball would like it.’’

‘’Sure thing.’’ You giggled.

And that’s how you met, not even knowing his name, or knowing anything about the stranger. You just got into the pool with them, Jaida joining as well. However, you stayed close to the stranger, feeling at ease, comfortable and mostly relaxed with him.

‘’What’s your name actually?’’ You now took the first step, dying to get to know at least something about this mysterious stranger that had been the daily topic for you and your friend.

‘’George.’’ He smiled, feeling somewhat weird that he had to actually say his name, but also refreshing, because it meant you didn’t know who he was, or what he did for a living. ‘’What about you, beautiful?’’ He asked, making the corners of your mouth turn upwards.

‘’y/n.’’ You smiled kindly.

You had found yourself new friends, because the remainder of your holiday you spent with them, George and his friends. You exchanged phone numbers the day you had to leave, because he was staying for a few more days.

He was rich, that’s for sure, because he invited you and your friend to join them to that one fancy forty pound restaurant the day before you left, and he insisted to pay. You just assumed he was some kind of business man, travelling the world for deals, maybe owned a company, but he was classy, posh, and sweet, cool, handsome for sure, just straight up boyfriend material. That’s why you didn’t hesitate to hand out your number, because you matched on multiple aspects.

You went on dates, and you quickly got used to him spoiling you. You would go out for normal dates, just chilling at each other’s house, ordering pizza, having walks through the park, just normal things. However, once every while he would take you out for a fancy dinner, even a gala, a concert where he had VIP tickets for, and right now, he invited you to actually go to a Grand Prix with him.

So here you were, nicely dressed as you played with the VIP paddock pass around your neck. There were a lot, and I repeat, a lot, of photographers. Many wanting to take pictures of the two of you, together. You just assumed it was because he was a special guest, a business man, wealthy, a catch for the media and Formula One in general.

You knew a lot about him, however you never dared to ask about his job. He mentioned that he used to kart a lot when he was little, so that’s probably why he was so passionate about Formula One and racing. You also never looked him up, because you felt like that would be rude, besides, there was no point in looking him up, because you just enjoyed your time with him, and that was what counted the most to you.

You were walking, his arm wrapped around your waist as you took everything in, the garages, the artists, grandstands, music, everything was just, massive. It was a big thing, Formula One, and being here made you love it even more, because everything you knew about it came from George, the stories he told you.

‘’George.’’ You say, reaching for his hand when he basically stepped into the Mercedes garage. You didn’t even notice his name or face at the top of the garage, because you were too occupied with talking to your date, happily.

‘’What, love?’’ He asks, a playful smile spread across his face.

‘’You can’t just, go in there, that’s for the team and drivers, right?’’ You asked, confused as to why he just crossed the line and walked inside, pulling you alongside him.

‘’George, mate.’’ Random guys walked towards him, patting his back, smiling at the British guy, as well as looking over at you. But you were confused, they knew him, and he was able to walk inside the garages, actually looking at the car, touching it, looking at the computer screens.

He then walked closer to you, laughing at your even more confused face, which was incredibly cute to him.

‘’Wait.’’ You furrowed your eyebrows, taking a few steps back as you held his hand, your gaze going up slowly, your eyes widening as you saw it. His name. His face. On top of the garage. ‘’You’re?...’’

‘’Yes, babe, I am a Formula One driver for Mercedes. This is my garage, my car, my team.’’ He looked at you, a small sight of concern on his face. He was afraid, maybe he should have told you sooner, talked about it to you instead of overwhelming you with this right now.

But you just smiled, looked down and looked back up again. ‘’That’s freaking cool.’’ You laughed, wrapping your arms around him, leaning in to place a gentle kiss on his lips, feeling him pecking your lips back. You pulled away, and looked at him, you had never shared a kiss in public before, and you weren’t sure whether or not he’d like it.

But that worry soon got replaced by another kiss being pressed on your lips, a smile on both your lips as he slowly pulled away from your lips. ‘’Wanna try my helmet?’’ He whispered, rubbing your cheek with his thumb gently. You nodded in response, blushing a deep shade of red as he walked further into the garage, grabbing his helmet from the table.

He untied your pony tail, running his fingers through your hair to let it fall over your shoulders. He then carefully placed the helmet on your head, pecking your lips one more time before letting you push the helmet on your head, helping you as well along the way.

You took pictures, many pictures, together, alone, with the crew as well as Lewis and a picture with the car. It felt amazing, you were having the time of your life, and so was George. You had lunch together, walked around the paddock meeting some of his closest friends, his boss, Toto, as well as some drivers at the grid.

After lunch you walked back to the garages, and George held your hand. He had talked with his engineers and they cleaned the car, ready for you to step inside.

‘’What are you doing?’’ You asked, a cheeky smile on his face and a frown on your own. ‘’George?’’ You asked, raising your eyebrow slightly.

‘’Come on love, it will be fun.’’ He smiled, squeezing your hand as you just followed him inside the garage, towards the car. ‘’You can hop in.’’

‘’What? Are you serious?’’ You asked, a big smile appearing on your face.

‘’Yeah, of course, come.’’ He rested his hands on your hips, his mechanics placing the small stool next to the car to help you get in. You then held George’s hands, stepping onto the seat, before lowering yourself into the car.

‘’You can press the pedals if you want to.’’ George smiled, kneeling down next to you so he could see what you were doing.

‘’Well, I would, if I could reach them.’’ You giggled, wiggling in the seat, lowering yourself to try and reach the pedals. You placed your foot onto the pedal and pressed it down, slightly, because you simply couldn’t reach it much further.

You took more pictures, alternating between you sitting in the car, and George sitting in the car. You all saved them on your phone, it was a beautiful memory, and hopefully you’d be able to add many more.

‘’You know.’’ George leaned against the wall of the hotel room, his arms crossed over one another as he looked over at you, and then at the trophy next to you on the table. ‘’You should come to the races more often, as my girlfriend, I think I might have found my lucky charm.’’ He smiled, opening his arms for you.

You smiled sweetly, stepping closer to him as your arms wrapped around his torso, giving his lips a light peck. ‘’I think I might do that… Yeah, I quite like that idea.’’ You whispered, receiving a chuckle from George as he pressed his lips onto yours, lovingly.

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OH MY GODNESS THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

Don’t worry. I will do a special thingy soon!!

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Secretive - LN4

Requested: yes (by anonymous)

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Keeping a relationship private isn’t always easy, especially when your boyfriend is one of the most famous formula one drivers around the globe. Secretly supporting him from your couch, or buying tickets with your close friends so you could see your boyfriend shine on track. Those weren’t strange occasions for you, it might not be one of the worst things in the world, attending a GP, many people dreamt of being able to get the tickets. However, when you have to buy tickets to watch your own boyfriend race, from afar, and not being able to wrap your arms around him after he got another podium, or support him after he had a tough race, one that didn’t go as intended, sucks.

You had been thinking about it for a while now, announcing your relationship with the British driver, but you never dared to actually come up with the idea itself. Not because you were scared of his reaction, no not at all, because you knew he loved you more than anything and that he would accept it straight away, in fact, he had asked you a few times before. But the thing that had been holding you back were your own thoughts, your own fears and struggles, not being prepared for the hate you’d receive, or the comments Lando would get whenever he decided to do a live stream. Keeping it hidden for almost an entire year for his fans, it was something to add to the things that was holding you back from announcing it to the world. You didn’t want his fans to hate him or you, for lying to them, keeping your relationship private for the rest of the world.

“Baby, you’re overthinking, tell me what’s going through your mind.” His soft voice always seemed to calm you down, his hands reaching for yours, only to intertwine them and move them up to his lips, soft kisses being placed on both your left and right handpalm. You looked up at him, shooting him a gentle smile as you shook your head. “Nothing baby, just thinking about how I’m going to miss you this holiday.” You whispered, your tongue moving to wetten your lips which had become a little dry.

He let out a chuckle, his hands having a tighter grip on yours as he pulled you in for a hug. “I’m going to miss you too baby, I wish you could come along, but, people will get suspicious.” He whispered close to your ear, making you feel his warm breath on your skin. “Unless..” He whispered, pulling back to rest his warm big hands on your cheeks, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“No, Lando, don’t.” You whispered, knowing the words that were about to come out of his mouth. “Darling, I know how you feel about it, but we need to, someday, okay? We’ve been together for what, almost 2 years now.” You let out a sigh, knowing he was right. “Soon, okay? Soon..” You mumbled, your eyes flickering from his left to right eye, your hands moving up to be placed on top of his, much bigger ones. “We will tell them, soon.” You whispered again, mostly trying to convince yourself.

“Enjoy, baby.” It was time for him to leave, go towards the airport to enjoy his holiday, boys only holiday. It was planned to be a normal holiday, however, they last minute decided it would be a boys only holiday, since they didn’t want Lando to be the only single guy, and be surrounded by couples.

“I will, thank you sunshine, we’ll call every day, okay?” You just nodded as an answer, since you didn’t have any time to actually respond. His lips were pressed on yours, the both of you pouring every ounce of love you had for each other into the kiss. Your hands found its way to his curly brown hair, gently tugging it as a sigh left your lips.

“I’ll hang out with the girls, get some work done for uni, and have fun as well, okay?” You smiled at your boyfriend, having him wrap his arms around you even tighter, making sure you weren’t able to get out of his embrace. “You do that, but don’t have too much fun, alright?” He smirked, his right hand moving up to rest on your cheek as his left hand stayed on your lower back, pressing his body closer to yours. You nodded and leaned into his touch, eyes closed as you hummed in response. “Neither do you..”

But that didn’t exactly go as planned, because a few days after he had left for his holiday, as you were sat on your own bed, in your own apartment, tears were streaming down your face. Little puddles of salty tears collected on your shirt, his shirt, which you had been wearing every day whenever you were focussed on your university assignments. Your hands were shaking, holding onto your phone so tightly, maybe due to anger, but mostly due to hurt, pain, sadness.

You were watching a video, Lando having fun, but not with you, not with his friends, but with a girl. The comments underneath the video of your boyfriend kissing another girl in the middle of the club were screaming in your ears, making your heart ache more at each comment you read, but you couldn’t stop yourself.

‘Omg, Lando finally found someone, no longer single Lando!’

‘She’s absolutely stunning, he got so lucky.’

‘Who is she?’

‘They look cute together!’

‘He for sure is making good use of his summer break😂’

Lando did call you this morning, but you didn’t respond since you had online class, and he knew, because he would always make sure to not disturb you whenever you were focussed. However, you hadn’t called him back yet, since you went straight from your laptop screen to your phone screen. Instagram was filled with the video’s, pictures, comments, and those same video’s pictures and comments were now living rent free in your head, next to the stress from your university assignments.

Maybe you waited too long, you knew how badly he wanted to show you to the world, tell everybody he fell in love with you, but you stopped him. You were too insecure, and maybe that was the reason he decided to smash his lips onto someone elses, lips that weren’t yours.

Your thoughts got disturbed by a change on your screen. Instead of comments, fans praising Lando, your boyfriend, for finally getting a girl, someone not you, you now saw a picture of your boyfriend, his perfect messy curly brown hair that sticked right up, perfect curls, his pink lips painted into a sweet smile, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as you stood next to him, looking up, a smile on your lips as well. This picture used to put that same smile on your lips in real life, but right now, it didn’t, not anymore. It only made you think back of the video, that one video…

The picture disappeared, but soon reappeared again, and again, and again. Lando was calling you nonstop, but you just ignored every call. If he really loved you, he would have given you the time, right?

Days had passed, and you managed to ignore every one of his calls, even though he had been calling you every day, you never picked up the phone whenever you saw his name, an additional orange heart next to it. Your bags had been packed, and you prepared yourself for the worst, never seeing him again, ending your secret relationship with the British driver.

You were about to step outside your own house, on your way to his place, since you had the key, ready to get your already packed bags which were standing in the hallway of his apartment. You left them there, since you were aware of the fact people knew where he lived, and going inside in the middle of the day with bags walking out of his house would be suspicious. That’s why you were going to his place right now, at 10 pm, hoping it would be dark enough for people to not see you.

“What are you doing here?”

“Please, baby, I can explain everything, it was not what it looked like, I know you saw the video, but please, let me explain. I love you, you know I do, and I-“ You cut him off, tears in both his and your eyes, as you shook your head.

“Not here.” You spoke, your lip trembling as you walked inside your own house, leaving the door open for him to follow you inside. “I get it, okay? You got sick of hiding, pretending to be single while you’re not. And I’m sorry okay, I’m sorry for not having the confidence to actually let myself be known, I’m a normal girl Lando, I’m not a model or actress or whatsoever, I’m simple, basic. People will not like me, they’ll think I’m just a golddigger or just this bitch that’s after you because she wants fame. I know how the world works, Lando, so yeah, I get it. And I hope she’ll make you happy, because you deserve to be happy.” Tears were now pouring down your face, hands shaking as you were looking at him, standing in front of you, being too stunned to speak for a moment.

After a few seconds he walked towards you, slowly, not breaking eye contact as he reached for your hands, his usually warm hands now being cold, because he had probably dropped everything to get onto a plane and be here, in your apartment, in front of you to try and explain what happened that evening.

“Y/N, stop it, please.” He begged, now it was his time to talk. “Sure, I hate the fact I don’t get to show the world what an amazing girlfriend I have, how beautiful she is, how sweet, how happy she makes me. How crazy she can be at times whenever we’re playing a video game and she loses. Or how intelligent she is, finishing two masters in one year at university. But also how happy I get whenever I see her in the crowd at one of my races, because you’re the first thing I want to see whenever I get out of the car. You always tell me where you’ll be before the race, and I make sure to watch you, even though you don’t always know I’m scanning the crowd, just to see you, my girlfriend. I love you, and yes, kissing that girl was a mistake, a bloody big one. And I know saying I was drunk won’t justify what I did, but you need to know I did it to protect you.” His hands moved to your cheeks, cupping them and wiping your tears with his thumbs.

“They got suspicious, I never went to talk to another girl, whenever they would ask me about my love life I would brush it off, because I know you want to keep it a secret. I wanted to shut them up, but the second I stepped closer to her I knew I was making a big mistake, she didn’t think it was a mistake, but nobody saw that, nobody saw her smashing her lips on mine, and I pulled away, immediately.” His voice was shaking, breaking and his eyes were filled with tears.

“I didn’t sleep, I felt so guilty and you weren’t answering my calls, so I booked the first flight home, grabbed my wallet and passport and left everything behind. I don’t care what others say, but I love you, and I need you to know that, I understand if you need some space, but baby, I can’t lose you. Even if we need to hide it for the rest of our lives, I’m okay with that, as long as I won’t lose you, the love of my life, the girl that made me fall, so damn hard I never want to get up again. The girl I want to marry, start a family with and grow old with. I want you, Y/N, only you, and I’ll give you all the time you need, I just can’t lose you because of this fucking mistake I made, please baby, you’re my everything.” He was on the edge of crying right now, and so were you. You simply nodded and you both knew it was enough, because neither of you had to say another word, just his arms around you were enough, enough to speak a thousand words.

“I love you.” He whispered, you feeling his breath on your ear, your hands traveling underneath his shirt to rest them on his bare back, which was warm, probably because of the stress and fear of losing you.

“I love you too..” You replied, because you did, this man stole your heart and he wasn’t planning on giving it back, and that was fine by you, because you didn’t want it back.

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“Goodluck baby.” Your hands were resting on his cheeks, his hands on your lower back as he pulled you closer, making your chest hit the fabric of his race suit, a smile on both your lips. “You’ve got this, I know you do.” Your thumbs rubbed his cheeks as he leaned in, lips pressing against yours.

“I love you.” You both whispered at the same time, following by small giggles and chuckles as you connected your lips once more. You watched him, your boyfriend, walking over to his car, the helmet moving from his hands to his head.

“He’ll do good.” Charlotte sat next to you, a smile on her face as she watched how nervous you were. Being on the tribunes was different than being in the garage, more nerve-racking perhaps, but it was all worth it. You nodded at her, smiling as you let out a deep sigh. Camera’s surrounded you as the lights went out, all the drivers throttling and battling for that win.

But Lando already won, because he got you in his garage, cheering for him, as his girlfriend, the love of his life. And the whole world knew you were the one that stole his heart, and they supported you, because they all saw how happy the both of you were, in love, perfect and destined to be together.

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unconditionally || lando norris 4

type: one shot pairing: lando norris x reader word count: 2.9k summary: meeting each other turns into something other than just friends... Will he trust you? requested: yes! ''Lando Norris with a singer!reader please'' (by anon) Requests are OPEN warnings: mentions of cheating, trust issues, a little bit of angst, mentions of s*x, swearing notes: I loved writing this one! it's something I'm quite proud of, especially since I've connected a song to it. I linked the song in the text, so just click on the link to listen to it once you get there!

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We all know a story about a girl who likes a boy, and a boy who likes a girl, a story that can go multiple ways, in most cases at least. There’s scenario one; the boy likes the girl and the girl likes the boy back, easy as it is, they start dating and love each other till the end. No drama, no interferences in their relationship, just love and good luck. A dream, right? Then you also have scenario two; the boy likes the girl, the girl doesn’t like the boy, the boy tries but fails and they both end up liking someone else. Sure, it would be a heartbreak for the boy, but he’d eventually move on and have a happy life. The same goes the other way around, obviously, when the girl likes the boy but the boy doesn’t like the girl.

However, there’s one more scenario, a situation that has happened to Lando Norris, a brown haired, 22 year old boy from Bristol, who occasionally drives a very fast car all over the world. He loved racing, it was one of his passions ever since he was a child. He was fast too, nonetheless, and was clever in his mind, because he had to think of every word he spoke whenever they asked him a question, especially about you.

See, that one scenario, the kind of odd scenario, still has to be discussed. It’s a scenario in which the boy and the girl, at first, don’t like each other, but are very close to each other. It’s more of a elongation of scenario two, in which the boy likes a girl, but that girl doesn’t like him, anymore.

‘’I fucking hate her.’’ Lando was packing his clothes, roughly, throwing his orange McLaren hoodie in, not even taking the time to fold it, because he had to see her, he had to ask her, know, maybe even not know. His shoes weren’t even tied, because he couldn’t wait, no, he had to see her now. ‘’Lando, wait, maybe there’s an explanation, don’t rush things now.’’ Max Fewtrell, one of Lando’s best friends from childhood stood in the doorframe, one foot crossed over the other, as he watched the Brit furiously pack his stuff.

Lando scoffed, but did not pause packing, pair of boxers, joggers, a white shirt and some socks. He then walked over to the bathroom, gathering the essentials; toothbrush, toothpaste, Moroccan argan oil for his curly hair, a brush. ‘’Mate-‘’

‘’Don’t ‘mate’ me, Max, I fucking saw the pictures, alright? You’re not telling me this’’ he said as he grabbed his phone from his pocket, opening it by the face recognition – groaning as his phone at first didn’t recognize his face, but it did at the second try – and revealing the picture that had been scattered all over the internet by now.

Max looked at the picture, and a sigh escaped his lips as he moved to the side when Lando forced his way back to the bedroom, pushing his toiletry bag in the suitcase before zipping it right up. He was mad, pissed, but mostly heartbroken, because the one thing he hoped wouldn’t happen to him, happened, and it hurt.

‘’She’s calling.’’

‘’Don’t answer.’’

‘’But-‘’

‘’Don’t answer.’’

Lando was quick in walking towards Max, grasping the phone out of his hands and his finger pressing the red button without hesitation. ‘’I’m leaving, I’m gonna hear her story, not that I’m buying it, and I’m breaking up with her.’’ Lando didn’t even notice the tear falling from the corner of his right eye, onto his light pink cheek, blushed, because of the stress. Max knew now was not the time to argue with Lando, because he knew Lando had to deal with it on his own way, and he could, he was strong.

Weeks later, and you were walking through the club, a drink in your hand, your phone in the other. You were searching for your friends, because believe it or not, you’d lost them in the middle of this big, fancy club in London. You opened your phone, ready to text or call your friends – not that it would actually be effective though, because the music was blasting so loudly you couldn’t even hear your own thoughts – and that’s when you felt two arms wrapping around you. Your first reaction was pulling away, immediately, but when you heard the familiar voice you calmed down.

‘’For god’s sake Chris! Don’t do that again!’’ You tried to be louder than the music, which was a task on itself, and followed one of your friends to the area your friends had moved to. Once you arrived, you noticed your friends were talking to people, other people, people you didn’t know, yet.

‘’Y/n! There you are! We lost you.’’ You simply smiled at Daisy, one of your friends, and rose your glass a little above your shoulders. ‘’A girl needs to drink too.’’ You smiled, taking a sip of your cocktail.

‘’We made friends, here, introduce yourself.’’ You walked closer to the group of friends, guys, a few of them. You introduced yourself, and so did they, they were fun people, nice to hang out with, chill, good dancers for sure, and handsome too, definitely.

A few drinks later, quite a few actually, and you found yourself on one of the boy’s houses, on the couch, laughing with them, telling stories, talking about life, and it’s obstacles. You felt comfortable, relaxed, at ease. You might blame it on the alcohol, but it was good, fun, something you hadn’t had in a long time because of your performances.

‘’No fucking way you did that!’’ One of the boys laughed after you just told them one of your embarrassing stories you had whilst being on the podium. ‘’Yep, and I was so embarrassed, but I had to keep going.’’ ‘’With the same clothes?’’ ‘’Yep.’’ You laughed.

In the mean time, you had felt an arm on your shoulder, one of the guys, the brown haired one, had his arm placed carefully on the couch behind you a few minutes ago, but it had slipped down to your shoulder while you were telling your story. You didn’t mind, though, he was nice, friendly and good looking.

Everybody had been caught up in a conversation, Chris was talking to Tom and Brenda, Max was in a conversation with Daisy and Paul, some others were grabbing drinks in the kitchen. You were silent, as well as the guy next to you, the guy you had been dancing with in the club, sitting with in the taxi on your way to Tom’s house, and you were now sitting next to, in the slightly dark living room.

‘’You’re pretty.’’ You heard the same guy whisper those words in your ear, his breath hitting the side of your head, a breath that was, even with the amount of alcohol you both had consumed, still filled with a nice scent of peppermint. He was aware of good hygiene, something you could only appreciate.

‘’Thank you, Lando, you are very handsome yourself as well.’’ You turned to look at the guy, maybe it was the alcohol flowing through your system, but you could swear he just winked at you. ‘’Care to go upstairs?’’ He was direct, very direct, and you liked it, because you had been thinking the same thing he had. ‘’Yes.’’

That evening was one to remember, because how it had effected your life, was one to write down in the books. Headlines, everywhere, news, media, Instagram, everybody wanted to know if it was true, did Lando Norris have a relationship with the singer y/n y/l/n, after being seen together in a club, a taxi and outside Tom Bale’s house; all on the same evening, that evening.

‘’Have you spoken to him about this?’’

‘’No, of course not, Daisy, I don’t even have his phone number.’’ You looked up from your phone, another headline about the two of you making it to the #1 trending tweet this week.

‘’Just ask him on Instagram, then.’’ You sighed, biting your lip as you went to Instagram, searching his name in the search bar and pressing on it. Then, at that moment, your heart skipped a beat, since you saw the white text in the blue section.

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More weeks had passed, and you and Lando decided to ignore the media, because the both of you agreed you weren’t into each other, at least, not to that extend. A boy and a girl, not into each other. Yet.

It was time for Silverstone, the British GP, and you were invited to sing the national anthem, which was a big honour, and good for your career, being able to give it a boost after your well deserved break. Your singing career had been going great, you brought out a few albums, hitting the top hits every time, you were growing, quickly. Creating a decent fanbase, and whether you liked it or not, since that evening with Lando, it grew even more.

‘’y/n?’’ You smiled at the brown haired guy in front of you, giving him a hug when you walked through the paddock with him. ‘’Hi, Lando, surprised to see me?’’ You let out a laugh, smiling at the Brit.

‘’No, I mean, yes, I didn’t know you were coming.’’

‘’Well, I thought I’d surprise you.’’

‘’I like the surprise.’’

‘’Good.’’

One problem, your one time thing with Lando that evening in the middle of London, wasn’t a one time thing anymore. Whenever one of you felt off at night, after you had exchanged phone numbers through Instagram, you and him decided to meet up a few more times, without anyone noticing, because you didn’t want more headlines to cover your for you pages.

No feelings, on either side, yet. It was just a casual, friends-with-benefits situation you never thought you’d find yourself in, and especially not with Lando Norris. But it didn’t bother you, at least not too much, you were getting some action and movements in your life again, feeling that adrenaline whenever you sneaked out of his house the next day, or making sure nobody would see him get into your house in the middle of the night.

It was fun, till Lando found himself in this situation, this scenario, better known as scenario 2, and no, not race-wise scenario’s, but more serious, life scenario’s. Even though you both promised each other, no feelings, it’s not something you can ignore when you actually get them, because you, of all people knew, feelings weren’t something you could control.

‘’You sang beautifully, y/n.’’ You were in the McLaren hospitality, alongside Daniel and Lando, because you knew Lando the best of everyone on the grid, and we all know why and how. ‘’Thanks Daniel, it means a lot.’’ You smiled at the Aussie guy and then looked over at Lando, a sigh escaping your lips. ‘’You alright?’’ You asked, frowning. Lando’s race didn’t go as planned, a DNF to his name because of a engine failure made him be the first, and the only one, to not finish the race.

‘’Yeah, I’m fine.’’ He mumbled and looked down at his hands. You eyed the Australian man, who patted Lando’s back a few times. ‘’Ah don’t worry mate, next time you’ll be up there at the podium again.’’

Later that day, after all the media obligations had been fulfilled, you went to the hotel with Lando, simply because you as well stayed at that hotel, and you wanted to cheer Lando up, in your own ways. The moment you stepped into his hotel room, after making sure nobody saw the two of you go in there together, you smashed your lips against his, feeling your back being pressed against the wall as you and Lando both got rid of your clothes as fast as you could.

‘’I had a feeling this would cheer you up, at least a little bit.’’ You mumbled, your hands moving over his well tanned, muscular and perfect body. However, when he was shirtless, not bottomless yet, and you were standing in your lingerie set in front of him, he took a step back, turning around without looking at you. You were confused, did you do something wrong? Was it your lingerie set? Your breath?

‘’Are you alright?’’ You asked, following him to the bed as he was sitting on top of it, his head resting in his hands, elbows on his knees, creating red circles on his skin. ‘’Lando.’’ You sat next to him, a hand on his back, which made him tense up at first, but relax after. ‘’We can’t do this anymore, y/n.’’ You frowned, what was he talking about? Why did he change his mind all of a sudden? ‘’What?’’

‘’We can’t do this, this, friends with benefits thing anymore.’’ As if the confusion wasn’t enough already, you were completely lost right now.

‘’And why’s that?’’

‘’Just because.’’

‘’Just because what, Lando, don’t you think I deserve an explanation?’’

‘’You do, but I can’t tell you.’’

What the fuck?

‘’Well, you should, because I deserve to know!’’ You were almost raising your voice right now, because you were confused, literally seconds ago you were all over each other, not being able to not touch each other and right now, you were sitting here, feeling rejected, big time.

‘’We made an agreement, didn’t we?’’ He asked, his voice a little bit louder than usual. ‘’We made an agreement and I broke it!’’

He broke it, you weren’t sure of what he was saying, but unconsciously, you knew. ‘’What, you mean you..’’

‘’Yes, I have feelings for you, okay?!’’

Shit.

‘’You do?’’ You carefully sat down, a blanket covering your body, your head rested against the wall behind the bed. You looked at him, his struggle being visible, even from the outside. You knew his past, you knew about his ex, the one that cheated on him. You knew he had to find out through the media, seeing a picture of his – back then – girlfriend, kissing another guy, it’s horrible to experience something like that, and you knew, because it happened to you as well.

‘’Yes, I do, and I’m sorry, because I know it doesn’t come from your side, and I just, I can’t help it.’’ He sighed, and you simply smiled, reaching for his hand.

‘’What are you doing?’’

‘’Lando, you’ve heard my recent song, right?’’ You were playing with his fingers, gently, aligning your fingers with his.

‘’I have, yeah. Why?’’

‘’Listen to it again.’’

(I recommend listening to ‘Unconditionally from Katy Perry’)

You and Lando had grown close, especially the last couple of weeks, months. Sure, you were friends with benefits, but other than that, you knew each other’s deepest secrets, small habits and frustrations. You had become best friends, and you cherished that deeply. You knew every little detail about him, and he knew the same about you. Moments shared together, texting every week, every day almost, but still you denied the fact you were actually falling in love with your best friend. So you wrote it down, your feelings. That was one of the good things about being a singer-songwriter, you were good with words, and right now, you were glad you had released this song a few days ago, because it was something you wrote whilst being in this friend-relationship with Lando.

He listened to the song he put on his phone, really focussing on the lyrics and once it finished, he slowly turned to you, but you weren’t looking at him. ‘’I know it’s hard for you to trust again, Lando.’’ You whispered, your gaze slowly moving to face his. He swallowed, thicky, and let out a sigh, a sigh that felt like it was stuck in his throat for weeks now. ‘’But so do you.’’ He whispered back, a small smile appearing on his face as you intertwined your fingers, holding onto his hand tightly.

‘’But I trust you.’’ You both said it at the same time, making the both of you let out a soft chuckle, Lando moving up to sit closer to you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, just like he did the first night you hung out together.

‘’I want to be with you.’’ He then whispered, close to your ear. ‘’I want to make memories with you, show you guys can be good, help writing songs by creating situations you can write about, I want to take you to every race, support you at your concerts, make you feel loved, happy, yeah, especially that.’’

You turned to look at him, tingling feelings in your stomach, his hand still intertwined with yours, a smile on both your lips. You kissed him, this time not as just friends, but as something more valuable than that, something more meaningful and partially complicated. ‘’Be mine.’’ He whispered against your lips, and you simply nodded in response, your hands cupping his cheeks as you pulled him closer, if that was even possible.

‘’I love you, Lando.’’

‘’I love you too, y/n, unconditionally.’’

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