#formula one academy fanfic

[angstyoni]

Season Opener.

Summary: F1 decides they want to announce they're coming to South Korea in a unique way. So they decide to get a group of female drivers from F1 Academy to perform K-Pop songs to announce it at the season opener. A season opener that those groups end up attending. What happens when the newest driver on the scene catches the eye of a certain group?

A/N: I'm a bit newer to K-Pop, and more specifically Enhypen, but I couldn't get this idea out of my head. I usually write for a very different genre, so I apologise if this isn't like the usual K-Pop fics on here. But I just needed to write this down. Also torn if I should write this as Heeseung x Reader or Jay x Reader. Let me know!

If you had asked me a year ago if I’d ever listen to kpop, the answer would have been a solid maybe. If you asked me if I would ever be performing covers of the songs, the answer would have been a solid no.

But here I was, backstage at the season launch event in Australia, a few hours away from performing K-Pop songs in front of all my work colleagues. Oh, and the K-Pop groups we were performing the songs of. No pressure at all. Not in the slightest. Especially when I’d accidentally started singing to one of the songs during one of the rehearsal periods with the companies of the respective groups, and now not only were we dancing, we were also singing. Well for those of us that could, we would be. Which wasn’t many. Out of a grid of twenty drivers taking part in this in some way, only eight of us would be dancing the entire thing, and only four of us would be singing.

”Why are you so nervous?” Tina asks as she falls into the make up chair next to me. “Aren’t you in a band? You should be use to this.”

I roll my eyes at her and lightly shake my head so I don’t mess up the make up the girl is trying to do on me. “Yes but I’m either playing my bass guitar or I’m just singing. I’ve never done choreography and singing like this.” I tell her.

”She’s not wrong. It’s like my first F1 Academy race. Yeah I’ve raced before, but I was still nervous as hell for my first race.” Lia adds from the other side of me.

This was my first year in F1 Academy, but I’d quickly fallen into a friendship with these two. Which I was very glad for. A lot of the girls didn’t like me. Mainly because I hadn’t come from a racing background. I was a former twitch streamer, who’d fallen into simulator racing and had caught the eye of Red Bull along the way. They’d been quick to sign me for their e-sport team, and for simulator testing. During that time they thought it would be interesting to throw me into a car and see what I could do with the real thing on a test day. And I’d somehow taken to it better than any of them could have expected.

Over time they’d thrown me into more testing, more sessions. But when I’d asked for a chance to do more, they’d said no. Said I was just a gamer who’d gotten lucky. That I didn’t have the experience to actually race. But during that testing time I’d caught the attention of another team due to one of their drivers. McLaren and Lando Norris. He’d seen my streams and had managed to catch some of the test drives I’d done on some race weekends. So he’d approached Zak. And before I knew it I’d been asked to meet with him before the start of last season. And even though I’d been signed with Red Bull, I was a McLaren fan from the start. No one in their wildest dreams would turn down a meeting with the CEO of their favourite team.

And I didn’t have a single regret. I’d walked in expecting just to meet with Zak, but had walked into Zak, Lando, Oscar and Oscar’s manager Mark. All of them smiling at me as I’d entered the meeting room in a hotel we’d agreed to meet at so we wouldn’t draw any unwanted attention. There they’d laid out wanting me to be apart of their simulation and performance program, with the high potential to be a driver from them in one of the racing series if all went well. The next day I signed my contract with McLaren racing and with Mark as my manager. It was a dream come to. And a lifeline I’d very much needed with Red Bull calling me in the next day to say they weren’t renewing my contract for the year. Claiming I wasn’t performing well. Even though I’d won the e-sports league for the team with very little help from the other two drivers. I still remembered the confused looks on their faces when I’d smiled and said ok before walking out of the building like they’d given me the best news ever. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall to see their reactions the next day when McLaren announced me as driver for them. And within the first few months they’d offered me a contract for a spot on their F1 Academy team. Most teams only sponsored one driver, but McLaren wanted to be the first to have two drivers on the grid. And I’d happily accepted. Which is what led me to nearly eight months of preparing for this launch.

I could have said no to it. But there was some part of me that was excited to try something new. And with how my new racing career had taken off, I’d missed getting the chance to perform. Only getting to do it here and there. And despite the fact I’d never done professional dancing in my life, I’d enjoyed it. Enjoyed learning the moves, dancing to the music, putting my own twist on the moves and making it my own. At first I’d been scared it wouldn’t go ahead. They’d flown us all to Korea to meet with the companies that had shown interest in the idea put forward by Formula 1. They’d wanted to meet us all in person, see how we moved, and see if it was something we could pull off. And by some miracle, by the end of the week they had agreed it could be done. And here we were, about to perform the performance we’d put together.

”And you two don’t have the added stress of doing a bloody solo in front of everyone.” I mutter before wincing as the hair stylist starts pulling on my hair.

”You’re going to nail it.” Tina says with an excited smile.

”Yeah, you’ve been killing it in rehersals. You’re going to do fine.” Lia adds with a nod.

”Performing in a room with like twenty people is far different to a room full of hundreds of people. And now the groups we’ve been learning the songs of.” I point out.

At first the groups weren’t going to be here. The companies not sure what the schedules would be like. But by some miracle they’d all been free. And some of the members and groups even having invites from brands they worked with. So now the three groups were going to be sitting front and centre to watch us more than likely butcher their work.

”Stop worrying. Once you’re in your outfit, hair and makeup all done and on that stage, you’ll be fine. They’re going to love us.” Lia says confidently.

I go to retort, but clamp my mouth shut as the hair stylist starts yanking my hair into the braid needed to add the hair piece they had gotten made for me. But Lia was right. As I looked in the mirror make up done, outfit on and hair on the way, I could already feel myself slipping into my familiar performing mindset. I could do this. Just keep my in-ears in, block everything out and just focus on the music and dance moves. I could do this.

Beneath the stage the noise was deafening. I could hear the music pumping for the intro of the showcase. The season opener. A new thing they’d decided to do this year. I don’t know why they hadn’t combined this with the livery launch, but I wasn’t going to question it. Above me I can hear the crowd cheering as footsteps each overhead. As they pass, the floor of the stage is lowered for me. I step onto the plate before taking my chrome red microphone from the stage tech who was helping me for the first two songs.

”Welcome to the start of the 2025 Formula 1 season, and thank you for joining us for the season opener here in Melbourne Australia.” The presenter announces as the crowd claps and cheers. ”And what better way to start the season than with a little announcement for the 2026 season.”

Instantly the crowd hums with curiosity. Even from here I can hear the hushed whispers that pick up around the room at his words. Next year was already a big year with regulation and car changes. So for another thing to be dropped, everyone was curious. Not even the team principles and CEO’s had any idea of what was coming.

”But instead of me telling you what the news is, we have a little performance some of the drivers have been working on for quite some time. So I’ll let them show you.”

Instantly the room above me goes dark. The hiss of the smoke machine going off as smoke floats across the stage. The stage tech gives me a thumbs up, signalling it’s my turn. I give them a nod before putting my last in-ear in and standing up on the platform as the music starts, the stage flooded with red lights as the platform rises.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ kindred souls (2)

Vienna begins to get used to Williams, the training and the meetings and everything. While finding her footing, she also finds a sponsor--or two, and reunites with someone she's been wanting to lean on for years.

And then when everything looks like it's going up, of course, something brings it all crashing down on Vienna.

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There's a constant thump under Vienna's feet. The treadmill keeps coming, no stop in sight as she pumps her arms in time with her feet. Back lined up, eyes dead ahead. She runs like a damn machine, near perfect form. Anaya sleeping on her gym bag on the floor, big headphones over her ears to block out the noise from her sister's workout. The Williams garage has been mostly desolate, the building officially closing in about thirty minutes. Giving Vienna another ten minutes to work out, until the door clicks open. She looks to the side as she slows her treadmill, Jenson walking across the expanse. A pair of dress pants and a polo, clearly having just gotten off work.

“Didn’t expect anyone to still be here,” Jenson calls across the room as he approaches Vienna. The soft beep indicates the slowing of the treadmill down to a walk as she grabs her towel and begins to wipe off her face.

“Just finishing up now.” Vienna pants out, slowing the treadmill enough to stretch her legs as she finishes, “Sorry.”

“No, don’t apologize. You’ve been working really hard. You've got a natural level of talent though, Vi, like you were born for racing.” Jenson leans on a wall nearby, watching Vienna as she wraps her workout up. After a few moments of fiddling with her earbuds, Vienna stops her treadmill and comes to a pause.

"My Tio Giancarlo used to say that all the time. He put me in a kart as a kid, watched me zip around, and pronounced little seven year old Vienna as the new Schumacher." Vienna stretches out her legs as she turns back to look at Jenson, "Of course, that was before we moved to the US and everyone started calling me the next Earnhardt."

Jenson chuckles, pushing off the wall to take a few steps towards her, feeling a pull to check on her like he would his son. He pops her water bottle out of it's holder and holds it out as he says, "You seem to get compared to a lot of the greats."

"My mother hates that. Hates I race too, but it keeps me out of the house, so she's learned to love it." Vienna shrugs, then it's almost like a lightbulb goes off as she snaps to Jenson, eyes crinkly like his are when he smiles, "I actually had a question you might be able to answer. Or you'll have no idea."

Jenson nods with a soft laugh as Vienna steps off her treadmill and keeps stretching herself out, his voice chimes, "Sure, hit me, what's up, kid?"

Vienna finishes chugging about half her water bottle, then wipes her mouth as she starts, "Isn't there like... an entry fee I have to pay? Or like... equipment or something? I know William's isn't doing the best with money so I wasn't sure if I was supposed to be helping or..."

"Oh, yeah, I've got it." Jenson waves a hand. Taking on Vienna's pay had been easy for him. Sure, with Logan he was more of a 'sponsor' whereas with Vienna he was straight up paying it all himself, but still. Vienna's charges came out og his account as naturally as his kids schooling.

While he was speaking, Vienna knelt down to grab a t-shirt to throw on over her sports bra but at his words--she pauses, "What?"

"I've got it." Jenson reiterates, then continues while she's frozen in shock, "You need to be focused on training, on driving and getting better as the season progresses, not money."

Jenson walks around the treadmill, eyeing Anaya asleep on the floor. Vienna needed to be focusing her money on her and her sister, not on racing. This is something the team should be helping with anyways, not that Williams had the money for that.

Jenson continues after a pause, "You missed F1 Academy on the first try by a very small point difference, and your team at Williams has spent hours going through all the data we could find on you. You're amazing at gaining positions, you struggle a bit with defense in turns, you lose speed in chicanes because you break too hard coming into the first turn, but you can build insane speed in straights and you can hold cars that drive like shit easily. Every issue you struggle with can be trained out of you, Vienna. And I would hate to waste generational driver potential because you can't pay it."

Vienna looks like she might cry and Jenson gives her a tiny smile, a hand reaching out of his pocket to gently pat her shoulder in emphasis of his words.

"You're one of the best rookie drivers I've seen. I don't think it'll be long before you're moving into F2 or even F1." Jenson notices her apprehensive nature and quickly adds in a white lie, "Plus, I help a bunch of drivers pay for stuff. It's nothing to help you too."

Vienna's still, eyes wide before she wipes at her face, hands shaky as she lets out a tiny sigh.

"No, no, Jenson, it's my fees. I should be the one paying for everything--"

"Technically, Williams should be. That's why they're sponsoring you. But listen, Giancarlo and I raced together. I kinda owe him some dues for... messing around with his sister--"

"Ew!" Vienna laughs, waving her hands at Jenson, which only makes him laugh harder as she continues, the more he speaks though, the more soft his tone turns as he watches her teary smile.

"I figured that helping his niece was... probably a good place to start." Jenson runs a hand through his hair, "and... if you really want to pay me back, let's wait until you get some sponsors to help you pay everything off, okay?

Vienna laughs at the mention of her uncle, not sure how to explain to Jenson that she hasn't spoken to that man in years. Slowly, her chuckles turn to tears, and Jenson's hand squeezing her shoulder pulls her in for a tight hug. Vienna wraps her arms around Jenson, unable to explain to herself why she needs this hug so much, but she just chokes out broken thank yous.

After a few minutes, Vienna steps back and sighs, "Sorry, sorry. It's just... there's been a lot happening at home recently and I've been contemplating dropping racing because of funds and..."

"Lia told me." Jenson says quickly, not wanting Vienna to start crying again, "She told me after I decided to help you. So. You're not getting rid of my help anytime soon."

Vienna nods, laughing, "I'll have to thank her."

"And, Vienna, don't think it's a hindrance to me. I've been working with Williams for Logan for a while now, Lia kinda got tacked onto that because Logan treats her like a sister--and now you too. If anything I should just adopt all the William's drivers at this point."

Vienna's fully laughing now, head tossed back as she grins wide. Jenson feels a smile poke at his own lips, happy Vienna's no longer crying her eyes out.

"I wouldn't mind the adoption, Jenson." Vienna smiles, lightly punching his shoulder before walking over to her bag and gently shaking Anaya awake. Jenson watches as Anaya reaches up to cling to her sister's neck, wrapping her little legs around Vienna as the girl stands with her bag in one hand and her sister in the other.

Jenson takes her bag without being asked and she flashes him a thankful grin. They walk out of the gym to the car park, Vienna quickly putting Anaya in her car seat and making sure she's buckled up and tucked in with a blanket and pillow left in the backseat at all times. As the door shuts, Vienna sighs, looking back at Jenson.

"May I ask a weird question?" Jenson says, and when Vienna nods he quickly asks, "Why do you always have Anaya with you?"

"My mom works long hospital shifts as a nurse and we're in financial duress right now, so we can't really afford a nanny or any sort of childcare services other than what the public school gives us. So, it falls to me to basically be my sister's second mother."

Jenson nods, watching as Vienna looks down at her sister as if she's the most precious gem she's seen, "I love Anaya. I love her with my whole heart. But it's hard to do what my mother should be doing."

"You're doing a great job." Jenson sighs, "If you ever need help, with anything, please just ask."

"I'll try." Vienna smiles, rocking from foot to foot as she looks down at her sneakers and then back up to Jenson. Here she is, being given an olive branch by her favorite 2000s driver (other than her uncle or Tio Nano.) And it's just... something she'd never thought she'd see in a thousand years.

And it makes a smile cross her lips, as they bid goodnight, Jenson shouting over his shoulder to tell her to get some sleep tonight. Vienna says she will, but she doesn't have the heart to tell him she has a graveyard shift to work instead.

Vienna is lucky her meeting is during school hours for Anaya, plus, her mom promised to pick the girl up from school today since it's Anaya's sixth birthday. She makes her way through Williams, having arrived a bit earlier than she'd expected, and so she ducks into the simulator rooms just to peek.

Alex is sitting cross legged on one of the chairs, watching the stats on a screen as a few other Williams employees sit around the various monitors. She glances at one of the screens, tilting her head as she analyzing the data flying by. Slowly, she began to realize it was analyzing what would be tire deg and she softly 'oh'ed, which drew the attention of some of the people in the room.

"Oh, Vienna!" Alex chimes softly, waving from where he sits. Vienna offers him a warm smile he returns, and so she crosses the room to him to escape the prying eyes of every other employee.

"Hi, Alex." Vienna swallows and keeps the soft tone. She smiles, rocking from foot to foot, "sorry to interrupt training."

"No, no, it's fine. Logan's almost finished anyways, and then I go, and then we're all done for the morning. Why are you here?" He offers her the warmest smile possible and it seems like all of Vienna's stress melts off her.

"I'm meeting with my new manager about sponsors and such. Gonna try and get as many as I can." Vienna gives a small smile to the driver, who nods. The 2024 season isn't close to starting yet, and Vienna finds herself sitting back and watching as Logan finishes up his run in the simulator.

"Ooo. Good luck, sponsor stuff can be fun or really awkward." Alex laughs, then pops off the chair. The mechanics move to discuss strategy with Logan off to the side, and Alex bids farewell to Vienna for his crack at the simulator. She notes they're testing the Bahrain track, and she leans forward to watch as Alex starts. It's fascinating to her. A Netapp simulation room is something she's seen a billion times by now, but something about the one in front of her is daunting.

"You get used to it." A voice chimes and Vienna glances over as Logan slides into Alex's vacated seat, "I think I looked at it the same way the first time I saw it as a junior driver."

Vienna laughs softly, "I've done simulators before. This is just... it's huge."

Logan laughs softly and nods, leaning back as he watches Alex take on the Bahrain circuit without even thinking. His moves seem to be almost pre-determined, like his brain knows what to do before he thinks of it.

"You'll get to be in it soon enough." Logan nods.

After twenty more minutes of watching, Vienna bids goodbye to the Williams crew in the simulator room, and makes her way down the much brighter halls to the office spaces on the top floor. Down the glass paned hall is Vienna's managers office--Mrs. Joanne Roberts, who is also Lia's manager. When Vienna approaches the office, Joanne perks up, and happily waves Vienna inside as she stands.

"Vienna! It's so wonderful to meet you!" Joanne comes around her desk to give Vienna a warm, welcoming hug. It's so nice Vienna holds it for probably a little longer than necessary, not that she minds.

After brief introductions, Joanne turns her screen on her computer so Vienna can see. The woman briskly explains, "You have a lot of opportunities. Hollister, Garage, F1 x H&M, Skatie, Skims... there's a whole lot. The team is sponsored by a lot of companies as well. Over the course of the 2024 season, you'll be roped into features with Duracell, My Protein, Puma, Jumeirah, Crew Clothing, and Life Fitness alongside Logan, Lia, and Alex."

There's so many names, Vienna is struggling to wrap her head around it all. Luckily, Joanne is able to simplify it.

"What I need to know from you now is your availability to do modeling opportunities for Hollister, Garage, F1 x H&M, Skatie, Skims, Puma, and Crew Clothing. Each one is offering around a hundred to two hundred pounds per hour during the shoots--and they can last from three hours to up to ten. So it would be best to get as many as possible, it also opens the door for you to have your own sponsors, or to bring it new sponsors for Williams." Joanne opens the Google calendar app on her computer, showing a mass of color-coded calendars until she toggles one labeled 'VIENNA FISICHELLA.'

"Uhm." Vienna scrambles to pull out her phone, "I mean... I'd have to see with my mom and Anaya..."

"Of course." Joanne nods, "how about this, I'll send you an email with all the dates proposed, and we can go from there."

"That works perfectly, thank you." Vienna sighs out happily and Joanne nods, moving on to talk about some events Vienna will need to have her calendar cleared for in the future while the girl furiously takes notes.

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Leaving Williams with a promise to Logan and Alex to visit their side of the building more often, Vienna stumbles her way into the fading orange sunlight. Her car isn't far, but it feels like she's having to run miles. Between everything she's been doing, Vienna can't remember a day where she was just lazy and she's afraid it's going to catch up to her soon.

Getting in her car, she yanks a Red Bull out of her bag and chugs the whole thing in one go, letting everything kick in while she checks over her to-do lists and marks off what she's already done. Her calendar was chock full of events now for the next three months leading up to the first Academy race. It made her feel sick.

The drive home is slow, almost tedious. Vienna gets stuck in unexpected traffic, and then a road is closed, and by the time she's back at the apartment building its raining and she's so tired and she just wants to take a fucking nap or something with Anaya before her party.

Vienna opens the door to the sound of soft laughter in the kitchen, slamming it and lifting up the knob so the door properly closes, calling out, "I'm home!"

Theres a pause, silence, before Anaya's little steps round the corner and she squeals. Vienna makes sure to drop her bags before lifting the six year old into her arms and making her way back into the kitchen where she can see her mom at the table.

"At school we had a party for my birthday! And I got this hat, it's kinda pokey, but I asked for a blue one because Williams is blue!" Anaya rattles on, more about the party and the balloons, and Vienna pauses just shy of the doorway as Anaya gasps really loud,

"Oh! And, and! When Momma picked me up she had cookies for me! I saved one for you too," Anaya exclaims and Vienna looks around at how beautifully her mom had decorated the apartment. It was stunning, out of some movie set.

Anaya continues, "And then we got home and Momma had a friend over--"

"Yeah, who did Momma have over?" Vienna makes her way into the kitchen and its like the world freezes up. The room is beautiful, set with a big cake on the table, presents bundled in the corner, streamers and balloons and everything Anaya would like strewn about. But it's not the beauty of the room that takes Vienna's breath away like a car crash, no, it's who's sitting at the table.

"Uncle Giancarlo!"

"È lo zio Giancarlo." Vienna breathes. Sure as hell, there the man sits, wine glass in hand. He smiles when Vienna gapes at him, and when Anaya wiggles out of her sisters grasp, Vienna quickly puts her down.

"Ana, baby," Dove stands, looking at her two daughters and smiling down at Anaya, "Why don't we go set up the dolls in your room, yes? Come, come."

Dove brings her youngest down the hall, looking utterly stiff until she's gone, and what's left is the silence of Vienna staring down her uncle. The man who she had assumed she'd have to wait years before seeing again. It almost brings tears to her eyes immediately.

"It's been a long time, topina." Giancarlo lets Vienna move forward, setting down his glass as he stands and the twenty year old barrels into his chest with a loud sigh. A world's worth of pressure lifting off her shoulders and she snuggles into the hold of her uncle.

"Too long." Vienna agrees, "My italian is a bit rusty."

Giancarlo laughs, pressing a soft kiss to his niece's hairline, pulling back enough to look the girl in the eyes, "It's alright. I can teach you again."

He takes her face in his hands and laugh to himself, shaking his head as he lets go and sits back down. Vienna follows him down, hyper aware of every little chuckle, every twitch of his face. Giancarlo picks up his wine, lets out a sigh and takes a sip.

"You are growing into such a little star, aren't you?" He leans forward, then smiles, "la mia stella. That you are."

Vienna nods, her eyes are wet with unshed tears, and she lifts her sleeve up to scrub the tears away from her face before he uncle takes her hand and squeezes it.

"Grazie--grazie mille. What brings you here?" Vienna finally finds it in herself to ask, fighting through the knot in her throat. Talking about her father would just make her either cry or grow increasingly frustrated. Giancarlo shifts, then squeezes his nieces hand to draw her attention up to him.

"I want to sponsor you. Personally. Not as some organization. You're going to be doing great things, and I know if your father had the opportunity to pour money into your racing he would." Giancarlo runs his thumb along the side of her hand, "So, I took out a bit from my savings."

He turns, grabbing a letter from the side of the table and sliding it to Vienna.

"This should cover the whole season, and then some." He says, "give it to your manager for me. Quit your job, focus on racing. This is something you can really make into something and you should be focusing on that, not the money."

Vienna nearly knocks him off his chair with the force of her hug. And his arms wrap back around her so tightly she feels like he could snap her ribs, puncture her lungs that are already empty of air as she shudders out a sob. The room is quiet for a long time, a steady hand rubbing her back as Vienna just sobs out thank yous.

It's a long while until Vienna sits back, finally, and blots her tears, she laughs.

"I have to call Jenson," She says, looking down at the letter. Missing the stiffening of her Uncle's jaw. She wipes at her eyes and laughs, "He's been helping me pay for everything."

Giancarlo smiles and laughs softly, "sounds like Jenson. I'll have to thank him for keeping an eye on you--"

"Giancarlo, are you staying for dinner?" Dove sharply interjects from the hall, little Anaya clinging to her mothers hands. And when Giancarlo nods, Vienna's heart feels full. Finally. Everything is starting to click together. Her family was talking, she had her racing career in line, everything was good.

For now. She knew the ball would drop soon.

Vienna's in the middle of scrubbing dishes when there's a loud knock at the apartment door. It's two or so weeks later, a Sunday, during one of Vienna's days off. She pops down the dish in hand and yawns as she makes her way to the door. Anaya pokes around the corner as Vienna opens to a woman with a large file in hand.

"Hello," The woman chimes, "I'm Maria with the building rental collection services. Are you Ludovica Davies?"

"She's my mother, uhm... she's at work right now, and will be until seven tomorrow morning," Vienna says simply, "I can take a message?"

"Just... give her this file, alright sweetheart?" Maria hands Vienna a pretty thick letter and Vienna nods, bidding the woman goodbye. Once the door is shut and locked again, Vienna makes her way to her desk, sitting down with the file in hand and sighing softly as she grabs her letter opener.

"What are you doing?" Anaya asks her sister softly, looking at Vienna. The elder sister pauses, then swallows, starting to open the letter with a sense of dread in her stomach only growing the longer it took.

"I'm looking at it." She replies dully, and Anaya gasps.

"But that lady told you to give it to Momma!"

"It's alright." Vienna sets down her letter opener when the letter is open fully, "Why don't you finish up your homework so I can look it over before bed, okay?"

Anaya nods, giving her sister a weird look, before vanishing down the hall. Sighing to herself, two shaky hands open the letter and flick it up to green eyes, Vienna taking her time to read the words in front of her. Her jaw practically dislocates at the speed at which it drops. Every creak of Anaya playing in the kitchen while doing her work, the girls soft singing, the tap of the leaky sink they'd yet to get fixed in the bathroom, the ding of the elevator down the hall... every noise is hyper sensitive to Vienna's ears.

And then the world goes silent, the only thing existing in that moment being the racing thump of Vienna's heart and the papers she shakily flips through with an increased sense of dread in her stomach.

Bills. Bills. Bills.

She flips open each one, scattering them across her bed as she climbs up, her hands flicking through the calculating the money. The interest. What her mother owed. It was sickening to think about.

They're at risk of losing the apartment. Her mother was behind on a whole year of payments. The building had been kind, knowing she was going through a divorce that she was also behind on paying for, and had allowed her to wait six months before paying back rent.

But now, they were so behind, they had three months to pay off the debt to the apartment building. Plus, one week to pay at least five thousand to hold the apartment for those three months.

Almost seventy thousand pounds alone for the apartment, plus late fees and other utility bills. Not to mention the twenty thousand for a lawyer.

Before Vienna can think to hide her snooping, her bedroom door slams open with a very nervous looking Dove, who sees the damage of her misdeeds. Her daughter kneeling on her bed, pages upon pages of papers sprawled out on the plush white sheets.

"Were you ever gonna tell me or Chris we're behind on rent?" Vienna cuts straight to the chase--daring to bring up her ex-step-father, even if the conversation always brought tension between the two of them.

There would be plenty of tension if she got them kicked to the streets.

Vienna keeps her voice soft as to not alert her younger sister just down the hall, "And not even mentioning your divorce lawyer fees, we're already twenty thousand down."

Dove is quiet for a moment before shutting Vienna's bedroom door, stammering out, "Listen, I can explain--"

"I can't believe this." Vienna laughs bitterly, standing up to face her mother. Blonde hair whipping behind her as she runs a hand through it, trying to swallow her terrified expression into a stern one, "I can't believe this! We're gonna lose the apartment and you're about to try and lie to me. Mom--no, Ludovica, we will be homeless."

"I don't have the money!" Dove cries, moving over to her daughter, who swats her mother's hands away like a scared animal.

"Does Chris?"

The dead silence makes Vienna groan, falling into another bitter laugh as she groans into her hands, "Ludovica. Does Chris?"

"He took the money and ran with it. I'm so sorry, Vi." Dove whispers, "It was never supposed to be this way. I had been hoping that with your gift from Giancarlo that everything would be fine, but now... now everything is in shambles because I am such a failure of a mother... I have sacrificed everything for you both and it hasn't been enough."

Vienna stand there in her bedroom. The room she had lived in for years. Feeling the world closing in on her. She realizes she's about to have to give up everything. Again. Like she had since the day her sister was born. Every single day she lived like she was her mother's in-house nanny and not her mother's daughter. She'd given up racing, friends, university... everything for Anaya. But she could never hate the girl for it. It was their mother's fault. It just fell to Vienna to pick up the pieces.

Was this the curse of eldest children?

Vienna looks over to her desk where the check her uncle had given her lays. Cursing under her breath, she gets up and crosses the room while Dove tries to give her daughter some sort of sob story. Begging Vienna that the thousands she has are just for her. But theres never really a choice.

How was she supposed to stay in racing if they didn't have anything to their names? How was she supposed to say no to her mother with Anaya just down the hall?

With dread, she's ripping open the letter with tears that drip onto the letter's envelope. Inside is a check. A check thats supposed to go to her racing.

Her hands shake. It's three hundred thirty thousand pounds. It will cover everything. Everything and more. Even the tax. Every bill will be covered with the brush of Vienna's pen. And then there'd be some left over when it was all said and done.

Dove fake cries to her daughter, "Oh, Vienna... baby, I can't ask you to do that for me. That money is yours... even if its just enough to save us..."

Vienna turns back to look at her mother, feeling a sick feeling cross her stomach as her mother comes over, laying her hands on her daughters upper arms and rubbing slowly and soothingly.

"I made you into such the perfect little daughter," Dove says, turning and taking Vienna's chin between ehr thumb and forefinger, looking at her daughter, "Look at everything I've given you... baby, please... just help this one time?"

Vienna doesn't reply, just holds the letter tighter in her hands. It felt like signing away her entire future. But her mother had no one to lean on and Anaya to support. Vienna could keep her job. Vienna could get sponsors. Vienna could figure it out. Vienna could pay everything off for racing... right? Right..?

"You love me, right?" Dove whispers to her daughter, capturing her eyes again, "you know what's the right thing to do, don't you, Vi?"

"This is for Anaya." Vienna snips, her voice taught with pain, grabbing her pen and scribbling her name down, "Just take the fucking money."

Dove sobs, falling to her knees dramatically, thanking her daughter in a way that just makes Vienna feel guilty. As Dove stands, kissing her daughters head, she whispers, "You've done so good, Vi. Thank you."

But it felt hollow.

As Dove left the room, Vienna called, "If I give you this money, you have to pay me back. Every dollar. And you never ask me for money again. I need the money for racing. Which, because I'm paying your rent, you have to let me do. Okay?"

Dove is quiet for a long while before she sighs, and agrees, and Vienna feels her life slip away as her mother scoops up the documents, presses a kiss that feels like poison to Vienna's head, and then walks out to pretend everything is fine to Anaya in the kitchen.

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SPIN OUT

pairing: lando norris x fem!driver!reader

word count: 1.2k+

summary: your boyfriend is there as you crash out in a race

warnings/contents: pda, some swearing, injury mentions, protective lando, i guessed on some stuff

author’s note: i do not know how certain things work in f1 so if i messed that up i am sorry 😚😔

Your pre-race playlist filled your ears as you leaned the side of your body against the wall of the track barrier. Even though you’d done this so many times before, it doesn’t lessen the nerves in your body. It wasn’t even your first time on this track, yet it had you picking the skin off you fingers as you zoned out.

You were pulled out as someone came up behind you and wrapped their arms around your waist, grabbing your hands and holding them in theirs. You knew who it was right when you saw their hands. You looked behind you to see your boyfriend. You freed your hand from one of Lando’s and took out an earbud. “Stop picking.” Is the first thing you heard out of him.

“Sorry,” you replied as you took the hand still holding his and brining it up to your mouth and kissed his knuckles, “just nervous.” He smiled softly at you and turned you around to pull you into his chest. “I know, but you’re going to do great.” “So I guess you see the future now, yeah?” You joked. He shrugged his shoulders, “one of my many talents.” “Sure.”

Lando had come to see you race because it was the one race that didn’t take place at the same time as his did. The Bahrain Grand Prix had just taken place about three days before. He had taken a day to himself before he came and joined you in Jeddah. It was challenging with both of your schedules but you made it work, you always did. You both knew the risks and the troubles of two F1 drivers dating, and you both were prepared.

He poked your cheek. “Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” He asked you. “Yeah. Just have a feeling something will go wrong today.” You said lowly as you looked at the cars on the track. “You’ll be fine, y/n. You’ve had this before and nothing happened.” You nodded into his chest as you breathed in and out. Right as you pulled away your race engineer came up to you and told you it was time. Lando kissed you and wished you good luck as you handed him your phone and earbuds and put your mask and helmet on.

Time passed quickly ━━ probably because of the adrenaline ━━ and before you knew it you were in your car watching the lights. Your hands felt sweaty under your gloves as you didn’t dare to blink. You didn’t want to miss it. As the lights went out, your car came to life and you sped ahead. That feeling of something going wrong was still there but you tried to shake it off and focus on the race.

Lando was in the garage with your engineer and mechanics, eyes peeled on the screen. He noticed how shaken up you were and he was worried. Like he said to you, you’d felt this before but this time he could tell something about it was different. His hands were shaking as he kept his eyes on you and talked to your engineer to try to calm himself down.

Your voice interrupted his senses as he watched you enter your 24th lap. “Somethings up with the tires, I’m getting no grip.” His eyes flicked to the man beside him. “Noted. See if you can hold on a little longer.” Your engineer’s voice filled your ears. “Got it.” Lando was left alone after that as your engineer got up to talk to the mechanics.

When the big screen showed your car, Lando got worried. He saw how little traction your tires had and how you were slipping on your turns. He could hear the commentators voice as well commenting on that as you finish the 27th turn and get ready to start your 25th lap.

As he watched you speed up the track, he didn’t even notice until after it happened. As you tried to turn on the first turn, you tires skidded across the track and you couldn’t complete the second turn, causing your car to crash into the barrier. It didn’t look too bad, but all Lando could hear was silence and all he could think about is if you were okay.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Your engineers voice cut into the silence of the radio. He got even more worried when you didn’t answer. “Y/n? Baby?” Lando asked into the headset. More silence. He turned around to see if anyone knew what was happening until he finally heard your voice.

“Doing great.” You grunted. “Nothings broken ━━ I don’t think ━━ but my side does hurt. I think I might’ve bruised it when I hit the barrier.” Lando sighed it relief. He was right, it wasn’t too bad. Nothing was broken and you thought it was just a bruise.

“The safety car’s been deployed and it heading your way. Don’t go running anywhere.” You engineer instructed you. “Not going anywhere,” you joked with a light laugh before a hiss came out. With only some trouble you eventually made it out of the car and sat against the barrier to wait for the safety car. You could tell that Lando was worried by the sound of his voice . . . and because you know him. You and him were on the same wavelength, if you could describe it in any way. You felt things the same, and because of that you knew how the other was feeling. You felt the same when he crashed in the Las Vegas GP. It was almost the same too, you spinning out and hitting the barrier. It was entirely coincidental.

You sighed in relief when you saw the safety car ━━ you were ready to get out of there. Your side hurt like a bitch, way more than it did before, and your legs were starting to get tingly. The adrenaline must be wearing out. Lando never turned his gaze away from the screen as they put you in the safety car. He knew you were in good hands, but it ultimately didn’t matter to him. Anything could go wrong.

Lando was right beside you when you got out of the safety car and taken to the doctors on site before you were taken to the hospital. As you were in getting checked out the the doctors, Lando was rambling. “They should’ve taken you off the tires when you told them. They should’ve taken it more seriously. If they had then ━━“ You interrupted him by putting your hand over the one that was holding yours. “It’s fine. If I had felt more nervous I would’ve boxed anyway. Plus, Will would’ve done the same and you would be acting like me. It’s not their fault.”

He sighed, and you knew he knew that you were right. “I know, I just worry.” You kissed his hand, “I know you do. And I do too when the same things happen to you. But I’m fine. They’ll take me to the hospital where they’ll double check I have no injuries. If it makes you feel better I’ll even let you check.” You joked. He laughed and shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind that.”

The doctors eventually told you that you were good to go to the hospital. Nothing looked too bad, but it was standard procedure. You sat up with a groan and Lando immediately made a face. You shot him a look. “C’mon, I’m fine.” He didn’t agree. You rolled your eyes. “Let’s go, you’re coming with me to the ambulance. Maybe they’ll let you turn on the sirens.”

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SLOW MOTION, DOUBLE-VISION ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡☾ ﾟ｡⋆ Ollie Bearman

tags - ollie bearman x afab!reader, childhood friends to lovers, reader is in uni, light angst, eventual smut (with feelings), explicit sexual content

synopsis - No matter how many years passed by, it was glaringly obvious that you would never admit to yourself that you’d always wished for Ollie to be the one for you. It was hard back then, and it was even harder now. (OR: Your head knew that your childhood best friend would never be the one for you. Your heart just hadn’t realized it yet.)

rating - explicit

warnings - 18+ minors dni, slight angst (a little bit of arguing), explicit sexual content, unprotected sex

a/n - very obviously inspired by gold rush by taylor swift. ollie IS gold rush to me. highly recommend listening to it while thinking of him.

Whenever Ollie ran, you would chase him. Whether it was through his garden, between classrooms, or around your dinner table, you'd been doing it ever since you could remember. 

That was until he ran far, far away from you to Italy—of course you wouldn't follow (no matter how badly you wanted to.)

It was amidst this chase when you realized that no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't stop longing for him. You'd known this since you were 12 years old, when he grinned from the pew next to you as he caught you falling asleep during a church sermon. After that, you couldn't stop realizing the squeeze in your chest when you made him laugh, or the way he'd look at you at the end of a karting race, and how he'd thank you on those days like your company meant more than the accolades he was collecting. 

At 16 and 17, when he'd just moved and you'd already begun preparing for university, you'd try to keep in contact regularly. You'd watch as your laptop screen filled with the smile that had made your knees weak even from a thousand miles away and promptly force yourself to shut down those feelings.

"Hey you." He'd say, like he always did. "Hi. How was work today?" You'd answer, and he'd beam before talking your ear off for an hour or two, or until he decided he was too tired to keep going. 

Many times you wished you could reach through the screen and trace the freckles on his cheeks. You longed for the certainty of knowing how they felt under your fingertips.

On these calls, you knew that he just needed someone to listen to him. It wasn't that you weren't genuinely interested in what he was saying—of course you were—it was just that maybe your life was getting so bland that you had nothing to share with him, or that all of those things paled in comparison to what he was doing. The distance was far greater than the mileage separating both of you.

"Good night Ollie, sleep tight." You'd say at the end of one of these calls, watching his eyes blink slowly, indicating that he was already drifting off.

"You aren't telling me something." He answered. You felt your stomach twist.

I miss you, was definitely on your mind. I love you and I want you here were more self indulgent options for sure.

"I'm telling you everything." It was a white lie, but you couldn't think of what else to say to that.

You watched as Ollie's face dropped and shifted into an expression you couldn't read. He paused to take a moment, before going back to his own sleepiness.

"Good night." And the screen faded to black.

Over time, the calls became less and less frequent. It was sad, honestly; you went from seeing him basically everyday to feeling like you were barely a part of his life. Ultimately, though, it became clear how you were worlds apart from each other, especially since he stopped coming home for holidays and birthdays, and you didn't have the time to visit Modena no matter how many times you'd promised that to him in the past.

You existed on different planets—entirely different dimensions and planes of reality. He could pick and choose between celebrities and Instagram models, and you were stuck highlighting textbooks living from deadline to deadline.

That was until you got the call. 

“Ollie’s coming home.” Your mom said as soon as you picked up. You were cycling from one building to another between your classes and had three missed calls from her already. 

“What?” You hoped the shock surfacing in your voice wasn’t that obvious, considering how jarring it was in comparison to your mom’s excitement. 

“Yes! Come home for the weekend, it’ll be just like old times.” Your mom answered, thankfully not detecting your nerves.

It would be like old times, but this Ollie  wasn’t. You didn’t know what to do with that. What you were sure of though, is Ollie wasn’t running anymore—and you weren’t sure if that meant you had to stop chasing him too.

Ollie was standing behind his parents when you arrived at their house. It felt surreal, like you were undergoing some kind of half-dream, half-deja vu state. After greeting his parents with the usual pleasantries about how university is treating you and how you grow up so fast, you finally got to lay eyes on Ollie after three whole years. 

All you could see in that moment was him. It was like your mind fell silent and the only sound that cascaded through your body was that of your heart pounding against your ribcage.

In front of him, you were five, twelve, sixteen, and nineteen all at once. 

The silence felt like it lasted a lifetime, but he pulled you in before he could say a word.

The world went silent as you closed your eyes and let yourself stay in that moment. It was as if his parents and little brother weren't in the doorway with you—as if the world was your hometown and Modena was universes away.

"I missed you." Ollie said so earnestly your body was going to explode. He buried his face in your hair and you swore he was a few inches taller than he was when he left you.

"Me too." You replied into his chest, trying to breathe through how overwhelming everything was.

You were on your phone, lying in Ollie's twin-sized mattress, perfectly preserved like a sacred relic from your childhood. You'd remember nights when you'd snuggle together, his touch like a comforting anchor amidst seas that he could calm with his hand. You wondered if it was the same as it had always been. Would it be different now? Was it different now?

You glanced above the screen to watch Ollie reassembling his simulator in silence. It was comfortable, with the only air of awkardness coming from the elephant standing in the corner of the room; that being you not being on conversational terms previously despite being 'best friends.'

"Need help?" You asked, as you watched Ollie furrow his brows at some part that looked like any other part, which was confusing in itself but you were willing to help anyway. 

"No, all good." He chewed his bottom lip, clearly still frustrated and at a loss at what to do. 

You pursed your lips together and calmly asked a second time, "You sure?"

"Yes! I told you I didn't need your help the first time. Why aren't you listening to me?" Ollie let go of the parts he was holding, opting instead to press his eyes into his palms. "It used to be so easy to have you around, I just can't figure out why it's so different now."

"Well maybe it's because you're different now, Ollie." You couldn't help but raise your voice back at him as your heart pounded for entirely different reasons now.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe you were the one who stopped talking to me." His eyes pierced through you, but his glare was so obviously laced with hurt. It hurt you too—of course it did. 

You took a deep breath before replying. 

"You could literally pick any other girl to talk to, I don't know why what I do matters so much to you." You felt the tears well up in your eyes as you tried to stop your voice from fraying at the send of your sentence. You closed your eyes and covered your face in an attempt to stop the tears, but that proved futile as the warm wet streaks soon lined your face.

You felt the side of the bed dip and a hand reach out to gently touch the hands on your face. 

"Hey, I'm sorry, look at me." He wrapped his calloused hand around your wrist and exposed your red, splotchy face in all its glory to him. "You know me, you know I don't care about—" Ollie gestured loosely with one hand "—them. Besides, none of them will ever be you."

You tried not to overthink his statement too much as he moved his hand from his wrist to your cheek, then to your forehead. You held your breath as he leaned forward to press a kiss on your forehead, then down to your right cheek. You felt all the air exit your lungs as he pressed his forehead to yours, so impossibly close to you.

Growing up, you'd always wondered what it would be like to study how perfect every freckle and feature on his face was. Now that it was happening, the overwhelming glimmer in his eyes barely gave away that none of this was a pipe dream that you'd imagined from too many days away from him.

"Can I—" Ollie started. 

You grabbed his chin and smashed your lips together, taking him by surprise before he could even finish his sentence. People describe kissing to be like fireworks going off in your belly, or like butterflies swarming—however, there were no butterflies or fireworks, because those things couldn't even come close to what you were feeling. 

The kiss was hard and deep and neverending. It wasn’t the kind of kiss that came from years of anticipation—it was something else entirely; gentler, more deliberate. You felt Ollie’s hand slide to your waist, pulling you closer as though he was afraid you might disappear. Every inch of space that had once stretched between you over the years seemed to fold in on itself, leaving only the heat of his lips on yours and the sound of your uneven breaths filling the room.

“Ollie,” you whispered against his mouth when you finally pulled away, your voice barely audible. His name hung in the air like a confession.

He looked at you, his eyes filled with something raw, and you almost wished you could look away from how immense it was. “I mean it,” he murmured. “None of them will ever be you.”

Your chest tightened, the weight of those words nearly leading you to collapse. You didn’t need him to explain further because it made sense now. From the moment he grinned at you in that church pew, to the countless video calls where his smile never quite reached his eyes anymore, and even now as his thumb brushed gently across your cheek—it all made sense.

But there was still a sliver of fear inside you. “What happens when you leave again?” you asked softly. Your hand found its way to his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart beneath your palm. “What happens to us then?”

Ollie let out a shaky breath, his forehead pressing against yours again. “I don’t know,” he admitted honestly. “But I do know that I can’t keep pretending it doesn't feel like this to me. I can’t keep running away from this—away from you.”

His words hit you like a tidal wave. For years, you’d chased him, only to stop when you thought he’d never look back. But here he was, tethering himself to you with a kind of sincerity that was so intense it was just on the verge of too much. 

You didn’t say anything more. Instead, you let yourself kiss him again—this time slower, more intentional. His lips moved against yours like he was committing every moment to memory, like he didn’t want to forget a single second of this.

Eventually, the kiss deepened, and his hands roamed cautiously over your back, your waist, like he was overriding the memories he had of you with this one. You felt the mattress shift as he pulled you down with him, your body fitting against his as though it had always been meant to. The warmth of his hands against your skin grounded you, making you feel like this wasn’t just a dream.

“Ollie,” you breathed his name again, your voice trembling as his lips found your jaw, your neck. “I’ve waited so long for this.”

“So have I,” he confessed between kisses, his voice husky and filled with need. “You have no idea how long.”

You stayed on your sides, your head spinning as you continued to kiss. Maybe it was the oxygen that you were losing from kissing for this long, or maybe it was how high you were on the fact that Ollie felt the same way about you. Either way, you knew where this was leading, and you could barely believe that it was happening here, in Ollie's bedroom. You couldn't figure out if it felt sacred or if it unlocked certain fantasies that you didn't dare indulge in. 

Ollie was the one who made the first move, daring to move his warm, calloused hands over your ribcage, tantalizingly close to your breasts. "Please, Ollie," you brought your mouth away from his for a moment to plead. "Need you." You said, punctuated by you moving his hands under your bra. 

You shuddered under his touch as his hand rubbed across your nipples, leading you to jerk your hips forward into the growing hardness in his pants. You knew the moan he let out would fill your ears and mind with yearning long after this.

You toyed with the hem of his shirt as both your movements grew more and more desperate, and that cued Ollie to rid of his shirt altogether. You followed suit with your shirt and bra, making sure to spend enough time admiring just how beautiful all of him was, like he himself was chiseled out of the marble they used to make the statues of demigods.

"You're staring." He said smugly, eyes glistening with mischief and warmth. You chuckled back at him. 

"Well I'm sorry." The apology came out sounding snarky and sarcastic, and it was Ollie's turn to laugh.

"You aren't though." Ollie quipped back before diving into your neck once again, licking and biting just to get some noises out of you. 

He then helped you out of your shorts and underwear, seemingly desperate to run his fingers through your folds. "Fuck, you're so wet for me." You gasped as he ran his fingers over your clit and your hole, spreading your wetness around. 

Ollie made quick work of his own pants and boxers, and you indulged him by wrapping your hands around his dick, hard and leaking pre-cum. After you gave him a few experimental pumps, he was relenting. "Ah—wait—don't want to cum yet." 

Soon after, your hand was replaced by Ollie's as he guided his length into you, inch by inch. He had one hand at the base of his dick, and the other holding your knee up, making the angle better and ensuring that you were properly open for him to lay all of his love into. 

You didn't even have time to think after he bottomed out inside you, because soon after he was setting a pace that could only be described as relentless, like he was trying to repent for the years you'd waited. You couldn't help the moans that escaped your mouth as he pounded into you. 

You held on to him as he laid into you, whimpering as sweat began to form on his brow. 

"Tell me," He said, breathless as the room was filled with the sounds of skin against skin, "Tell me you love me." 

Your heart felt like it was bursting at the seams. "I love you—God, fuck—I love you."

With that, Ollie was burying himself deep into you and reaching his climax, painting your insides with pearly white rivulets. You were not far behind, clenching and cumming around his cock as he ground the last of his orgasm into you. 

As soon as Ollie pulled out, he was grabbing napkins from his bedside table, cupping a wad of them at your entrance as his cum seeped out of you. He seemed focused on it though, how you were practically dripping with his release and yours. 

"I could get used to this." Ollie's breathing turned heavy.

"You're kind of nasty." You replied playfully, shifting the mood as he cleaned you up.

"You love it." He joked, but you knew there was more behind that. 

"Almost as much as I love you." You followed up, laying a kiss on his flushed cheek. 

For the first time in years, you didn’t feel like you were chasing him anymore. He was here—grounded, steady, and most importantly, yours alone.

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Female Max Verstappen, Our Little Lioness - F1 Drivers x PlatonicF1Academy! Reader.

Plot: You are in F1 Academy after getting stuck in F3 with no progression so to get onto the scene of bigger teams you join the Academy with Rodin. Your dominance makes people call you the Mini Max Verstappen.

You'd grown up in the world of motorsports, your dad being a racing legend and your mum being a MotoGP engineer.

You grew up with heroes like Jenson Button and Lewis Hamilton at your doorstep. When you expressed and interest in karting at a young age your dad of course made prepartions to help you into your driving career.

And like most children of F1 drivers you had this natural talent in you. You were beating all the kids in your age range and were asked to move up. However, even with a dad known to the motorsport world people were apprehensive to take on girls in this sport.

You competed in many championships, in the UK, in the US, across Oceania and Asia. It was all a bit of a blur if you were being honest. You'd done as much as you could, in order to get yourself closer to F1. You'd driven Rally you'd done test drives in IndyCar, but getting a place in anything higher than Formula 3 seemed impossible.

So when Suzie Wolff offered you a place in the F1 Academy under an Disney Sponsor. You found it hilarious when a company you genuinely loved was wanting to support you. Your race suit was so cool having an overall Blue Colour same to the Disney + sign. And then there were characters splattered across it, ranging from Mickey to Flounder the Fish.

You loved the car as well having a similar style to your race suit being the same shade of blue. And having the Disney Logo plastered on the side.

F1 Academy was to get young women into the eye of the motorsport media, and that'd exactly what you needed. You were driving at the level of an F2 racer, and hated the fact that no-one would progress you.

So, F1 Academy should get you in the picture.

Your first race was in Jeddah, which you stormed through, winning both races there. Celebrations were great on the podium in Race 1 with, Doriane Pin and Abbi Pulling in P2 and P3 and then Race 2 with Abbi Pulling and Maya Weug on the podium with you.

You and Abbi were the same age, both 21 and you'd competed in some other championships with her before when you were younger. So sharing a podium with her twice on the first race was very special.

You were close with all the girls in the F1 Academy but none of them had seen you race and were shocked with the 13 second gap on both your races.

After that and some testing in Germany, it was time for Miami. The minute you touched down on American Soil from Lewis' jet you were so excited. You flew out the week early and Disney as your sponsors drove you up to Orlando with Abbi and Jessica as your teammates in Rodin.

You spent the week before the race going to each park and filming it for content for both Disney, as your sponsor, AMEX where you used an American Express Credit Card for each purchase you guys made as Jessica's sponsor and obviously stuff for Alpine as Abbi's.

You were out of qualifying when Lia Block spun out and went into your car from a bump on track that was later investigated and starting from P16, right at the back of the grid.

You ended up coming P3, still on the podium having made some insane over-takes and had incredible tire management throughout which made it so that you only needed one pit-stop unlike the others with two.

When it came to the second race however, you won as your second fastest lap had been allowed, so sharing a podium with Bianca and Amna. You were very close with the two of them, despite having different sponsors and being from different teams, you guys all gelled really well.

You'd left Miami in P1 of the Drivers Championship with 92 points.

Then you were invited to the Monaco Grand Prix, it was an exciting opportunity where you got to meet a lot of the drivers and constructures who knew who you were.

You also got to meet some of the current F2 drivers, people who hoped would maybe be driving with you next year. Ollie Bearman was the kindest, expressing how driving in F1 was and that it was such an exciting opportunity for him and there were talks of him going to Haas next year to prepare him for the Ferrari seat.

Then you joined the F1 group in Barcelona. It was a circuit you'd driven at before in real life. Not just online in a sim.

However, despite the June sunshine it rained and the hadn't called the flag early enough for visibility. You didn't anticipate how early Lena was going to break and you ended up skidding off into the gravel to avoid her and your race was over, no points in race one for you.

However, despite that it was still raining and you managed to come P1.

In Zandvoort you had won both your races with a 15 second time gap behind you in race one and a 8 second gap in race 2. It was a straining track however, one of your best and you'd proven that.

It was at that point that you had three teams come to you. All of them were F1 Academy teams and were proposing 2025 F2 racing for you. You'd done F3, and yes F1 Academy was a downgrade because the car was slower, but you saw no other way to get yourself on the scene.

And it was working splendidly.

Rodin, your current team, Prema and Campos had all asked if you had any 2025 plans. They were to attempt finding a way into Endurance, Rally or do F3 again, but ... F2.

You accepted the offer to take Zane Maloney's seat who was, by this point pretty set to win the championship. Good Car, Good Driver.

It was said to be annonced in Singapore that you would move into F2, and you were so excited. However, you were made to sign an NDA and couldn't tell anyone about it. You were bursting at the seems to tell someone, anyone. It was such exciting news.

Singapore came, and it was announced on media day that you'd signed a contract with Rodin Motorsport and would be promoted to F2 finally.

"Lewis, what do you think on Y/N Y/L/N moving to F2, after this F1 Academy Season?" an interviewer asks and he smiles.

"I think that F1 Academy is doings it's job really well. I've been watching Y/N for a while and it's definitely long overdue getting her into F2!" he smiles.

"And what do you think on her being referred to as the female Max Verstappen? A lioness?" he asks further making Lewis laugh.

"I'd agree with that statement, she's very strong, very dominant in F1 academy like she was in F3 where she won her championship. I think seeing her in F2 and getting her to that step closer to F1, it's important" he smiles.

"Thank you Lewis, oh here lets talk to Max! Max!" the interviewer shouts over your male counterpart.

"Hello!" he nods fixing his Red Bull hat.

"We wanted to talk to you about Y/N Y/L/N!" he asks and Max looks confused for a second.

"Oh, the Academy Driver?" he asks rubbing the towel across his face from the humidity of Singapore.

"Yes! Did you hear the news of her being promoted to F2!" he asks and Max nods.

"Yeah, I'm proud of her and a lot of people don't know it yet, but she's got lots of F1 teams fighting to get them onto their driver academy. I'd love to have her as in the Red Bull Academy, to mentor her ... as my mini me" he smiles and the interviewers nods before talking to him about the weekend ahead.

"Lando, Oscar. Hello, how are you?!"

"Hello!" Lando grins cheesily, and Oscar nods politely.

"We've just been going round asking people about the current news going around the paddock!" the interviewer asks to see if the McLaren boys are keeping up with the latest news in the paddock.

"About Y/N?" Oscar smiles happily. He and Y/N were pretty close. They'd met at a race and Y/N had ended up stealing Lily for most of the day as they watched the race and ate food. Her and Lily became really close friend after that so it wasn't uncommon for him to see you around.

"Yes! Thoughts?"

"Well, I think it just goes to show how well the F1 Academy is working to promote these young female drivers and it makes me proud of my sport that we are moving forward this way. Y/N is an insane driver and I could see her joining F1 in the next few years as and when a seat comes up. I think getting her into F2 now is really really important and I'm proud of her and everything she's doing!" Lando explains.

"I agree with Lando, it's really important her making these connections and I think she's so loved on the motorsport community that even if she doesn't make it to F1 there will be other top driving series that will be gunning for her. I hope she does get into F1 though!"

He then heads over to Carlos who smiles kindly.

"Hello Carlos!" the interviewer asked looking towards him.

"Hello, how are you!" he asks politely.

"We've been talking to your colleagues about Y/N Y/L/N!" he replied cheerily forcing the mic closer to the Spanish man.

"Ahhh she has done well, no?" he smiles thinking of the cheeky young girl that always brought him a small Tupperware box of Chili Peppers whenever they had race crossovers.

"Yes, we've had a lor of people talk about her driving ability but she's always quite cheeky with you, am i right in saying that?" he asks and Carlos laughs.

"Ahhh yes Y/N is a funny girl. She deserves everything that she has worked for thus far and more, and one day I hope i am still around in F1 to race alongside her" he nods before his PR team usher him off.

"DANIELLLLL" the interviewer shouts having to have the other Aussie in his segment before he was cut short.

"Heyyy what's up mate!" he says with his big smile, that makes anyone feel like melted honey.

"Just wanted to see if you were aware of the news of Y/N Y/L/N!" he asks and Daniel's smile widens even more.

"Oh she's a great driver right. She deserves that place in F2, and I think this is a really good step for her and other women in motorsport, I'm excited to see her progression from her onwards!" he smiles.

You watched each interview of the F1 drivers talking about you and it made tears come to your eyes, just the kind words spoken by your future colleagues and competition... it doesn't get better than that.

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[sassy-classy-fangirl]

What a beautiful Spaniard 😍👀

[httpiastri]

ollie bearman x crawford!reader

the instagram story was subtle enough. or, at least, so you thought.

ollie didn't seem to agree.

it was a video of you in the newly bought sundress you'd decided to wear to the sprint race today; twirling around in your hotel room, the geotag of "silverstone circuit" in the top right corner. but none of this is what ollie cares about: it's the choice of background music.

they say home is where the heart is, but god i love the english. you know i love a london boy…

the poor boy nearly had a heart attack when he saw it in the paddock. he thought it was super obvious; "i love a london boy" could only mean one thing.

your relationship with ollie is still secret from everyone, including your brother, to ensure that people won't get involved in your private business. besides, once the news is out even in just the racing world, you know it will spread and get big in no time; that's the way it usually is with formula drivers. especially fan-favorites like ollie. so, for the moment, you've decided to just enjoy wherever this takes you, without caring what anyone else thinks. but now, he's scared you've blown it.

your instagram account is on private, so you aren't afraid of fans snooping around and seeing it. but still, it worries ollie; your brother follows you, and that is much worse than fans, he reckons. when you first started going out, you thought it would be natural to tell your twin brother about it, considering the fact that ollie is one of his best friends – but ollie disagreed. the whole dating your best friend's sibling-thing never went well in the movies, and that's all he had to go after.

the song echoes in his brain all morning. during the driver meeting, his pre-race briefings, even as he watches the f3 sprint. he likes my american smile like a child when our eyes meet; darling, i fancy you. all morning leading up to the race, he's distracted and can't think of anything else, though his mechanics and engineers think he's just focused on the race ahead of him. ollie needs some kind of closure, and it isn't until he spots you walking down the f2 paddock that he finds an opportunity.

it's not long before ollie is supposed to get into his car that he sees you on your way to the dams garage. the sundress you showed off in your instagram story looks even better in the real world, and he can't help but swoon at the sight of your smile lighting up the paddock just as much as the sun. he snaps out of it just in time, because when you walk past the prema garage, he swoops out and grabs your wrist, pulling you in.

"ollie-" is all you can get out because now he's pulling you along with him so fast that you can barely even keep up. you manage to nod and greet a few of the prema workers on your way – most people recognize you as jak's sister since you spent a lot of time in the paddock with them last year – but soon, ollie has managed to find you a secluded corner far in the back with no one around.

you rest one hand on his shoulder as you try to catch your breath, looking up at your boyfriend with pinched eyebrows. "you..." he starts, letting out a sigh. "your story on instagram..."

"what about it?"

you weren't usually one to tease him, so he assumes you are actually sincere in your current confusion. the thought of your story may have been etched into his mind for the last few hours and the reason behind his displeasure might be totally clear in his head – but you never were one to read thoughts, which he sometimes forgets. "jak is going to know."

you don't look any less confused by now, which makes ollie feel even more impatient. "why would he know?"

"the song choice. london boy, really? it's so obvious." he pauses for a moment. "you can't do that."

his words are meant as a warning, but the smile on his lips tells a whole other story. no matter how scared he is that your brother will find out that you've been hiding this relationship from him, he can't stop himself from finding it just a bit amusing. and with the way that you're still watching him with such an innocent look and your other hand is also reaching for his shoulder, there's no way he can hold back a grin.

"sweetheart, it's one of the most popular songs out right now. in the entire world. no one will even bat an eye. plus," you tilt your head. "i'm an american girl in england, so london boy is an obvious choice."

"you could've chosen so many other songs about england, but you had to choose that one?"

the chuckle leaves your throat instantly. "you're not even a london boy, ollie."

he knows he's lost. he knows he's just worrying about nothing, he knows there's a much bigger risk that someone finds out about you being here with him in the prema garage than jak connecting the dots from just your story. but he can't give up just yet.

"i'll forgive you. but on one condition," he says, and you immediately nod at him. "give me a kiss. for good luck."

there's not even a second of hesitation before you get onto your tippy toes, reaching up to him. your lips are pressed onto his once, then twice, then thrice. you're both smiling into it, and his hands cup your cheeks, holding you close when you part for the last time.

"you know," he starts, thumbs drawing circles into your cheeks. "i fancy you."

the giggle that leaves your lips is like music to his ears. did he actually study the song? "oh, oliver," you say, trying to pull off your most british accent. "darling, i fancy you, too."

[theyungihven]

🚨 BREAKING: Ferrari shock the paddock with a bold move

Carlos Sainz is out, replaced by a rookie with zero F1 experience. But the real story? It’s personal.

"She didn’t just take my seat. She took my dream, my future, the only thing I ever wanted."

"I didn’t steal his seat. I earned it. I fought for this moment, clawed my way through every impossible wall."

Would you take your enemy’s seat if it meant achieving your dream?

📖 Red Flags & Checkered Hearts – coming soon.

[33-81]

I try to live in black and white, but I'm so blue

I'd like to mean it when I say I'm over you

But that's still not true

[n0vazsq]

─── ୨୧ 𝑨via's 𝑴otorsport 𝑴asterlist !

oneshot ── ★

smau ── ⯌

── ★ includes f1, f2, f3, f4, f1a, wags and others !

𖦹 𝐹ORMULA 1 ::

୨ৎ oscar piastri #81

. . . way of the heart ★

. . . tired of being alone ★

. . . till the day that i die ⯌

. . . promise me ★

. . . forgive the sea, follow the tide ★

୨ৎ lando norris #4

. . . lando norris masterlist !

୨ৎ carlos sainz #55

. . . prank wars ★

. . . golden love ★

. . . doomsday blue ⯌

. . . say it again ★

୨ৎ charles leclerc #16

. . . forever mine? forever yours ★

. . . when in monaco ★

୨ৎ max verstappen #1

. . . underneath the (ice) sheets ⯌

. . . love shot ★

. . . the art of rivalry ★

୨ৎ esteban ocon #31

. . . meant to be ★

୨ৎ kimi raikkonen #7 (young)

. . . pas de deux ⯌

୨ৎ daniel ricciardo #3

. . . romantic homicide ★

୨ৎ franco colapinto #43

. . . wildflower ★

. . . end ★

. . . mi vida ⯌

୨ৎ jenson button #22 (young)

. . . ethereal ★

୨ৎ fernando alonso #14

. . . forever ★

୨ৎ alex albon #23

. . . face of an angel ★

. . . love me right ★

୨ৎ liam lawson #30

. . . see you again ★

. . . good looking boy ⯌

୨ৎ logan sargeant #2

. . . eternal ★

୨ৎ george russell #63

. . . hidden ★

୨ৎ ollie bearman #87

. . . goddess ★

. . . loving machine ★

. . . my love, mine all mine ⯌

୨ৎ andrea kimi antonelli #12

. . . sleep well ★

. . . one step behind ★

୨ৎ gabriel bortoleto #5

. . . unstoppable ★

𖦹 𝐹ORMULA 2 ::

୨ৎ josep maria marti #3

. . . pepe marti masterlist !

୨ৎ paul aron #17

. . . the art of forgivness ★

. . . found the way ★

. . . sailor song ★

୨ৎ arthur leclerc #65

. . . forgotten wishes ★

. . . forgotten wishes pt.2 ★

୨ৎ sebastian montoya #10

. . . teammates, huh? ★

୨ৎ arvid lindblad #4

. . . arvid lindblad masterlist !

୨ৎ luke browning #7

. . . won them over ★

𖦹 𝐹ORMULA 3 ::

୨ৎ rafael camara #5

. . . romeo and juliet ⯌

𖦹 𝐹ORMULA 4 ::

୨ৎ alex powell #80

. . . a night to remember ★

. . . take a chance with me ★

. . . just like ★

. . . bf!headcanons (insecure reader) ★

𖦹 𝑊AGS ::

୨ৎ alexandra saint mleux

. . . chivalry is dead ⯌

୨ৎ lily muni he

. . . nothing yet!

𖦹 𝐹ORMULA 1 𝐴CADEMY ::

୨ৎ courtney crone #22

. . . nothing yet !

𖦹 𝑂THERS ::

୨ৎ jann mardenborough (movie ver.)

. . . nothing yet !

[angstyoni]

The First Meeting

heeseung x fem reader

Summary: F1 decides they want to announce they're coming to South Korea in a unique way. So they decide to get a group of female drivers from F1 Academy to perform K-Pop songs to announce it at the season opener. A season opener that those groups end up attending. What happens when the newest driver on the scene catches the eye of a member of a certain group?

Part One. Part Two.

“Told you you’d nail it.” Lia says excitedly as we rush back stage to change into our formal outfits for the remainder of the event.

“It was like you became another person up there. It was incredible.” Tina agrees as she joins us.

Up until the music had started, I’d been nervous as hell. But once it had kicked in, it was like no one else was there. I’d blocked out the hundreds of people watching us even though I could feel their eyes on me. Watching me and every move I made. Only once did my mask slip. And it had nearly made me falter. During our last song I had to lean on one of the tables of one of the K-Pop groups and sing my part. And when I had, I’d locked eyes with one of the members. I had meant to scan the whole table while doing it, but my eyes had instantly locked with his and I couldn’t move. I’d surprised Id managed to get my line out and move away.

I’d known who he was instantly. I’d watched the choreography videos with him in it countless times over the last few months due to me being assigned his part of their song for our performance. Lee Heeseung. Even before they’d assigned me his part, I’d been drawn to him in the videos. There was just something about him that drew me in compared to the others. And I couldn’t quite put my finger on why.

”It’s not different to us racing. We slip on a mask when we do that.” I point out with a shrug before ducking into one of the changing areas.

I slip off my performance outfit and pull on the black dress I had picked out for the event. The other girls had told me it was too plain and simple for my first official event as an actual driver, but I liked it. I wasn’t use to this kind of life. To me it still felt surreal to be where I was. Like at any moment I’d wake up and it was all a dream.

When I return both Lia and Tina are waiting for me, both looking eager to head back out there. As soon as we break out into the main floor they rush off to their teams who cheer as they come out. My team was on the other side of the stage to where we had exited, so I quickly walked pass them, nodding to other teams and drivers who said hello or congratulated me on our performance.

I barely round the front of the stage before Lando rushes over to me and pulls me into his side, guiding me over to the McLaren table. A table that happened to be right next to Red Bull’s. Fantastic. As he rushes me over, I can’t help but feel like I’m being watched. But I don’t get a chance to look before my team starts cheering and stand up to embrace me. All of them tell me how awesome it was, and asked how I’d hidden it for so long. It all felt like a blur. And just as I sit down, a familiar face walks over to me. One of the staff from the K-Pop companies.

”Sorry, I know you just sat down. But the groups really want to meet you all if that’s ok.” The girl asks with a soft smile, clearly not wanting to interrupt me finally getting a moment to myself.

”That’s fine.” I tell her as I push away from the table and follow her back the way I came.

It’s then I realise it was here I’d felt like I was being watched as Lando had dragged me over to our team. And again the same feeling washes over me. But now all of them are looking at me and the few girls they’ve managed to find. But as I scan the three groups in front of us, I know why I feel like I’m being watched. All the other boys are just glancing at us. Everyone but him. Heeseung. His eyes fully focused on me. Normally I’d shy away from someone looking at me like that. But I hold his eye, and can’t help but smile at him before my attention is pulled to the group closest to me.

Heeseung

“That was so cool.” Jake says excitedly from next to me, practically bouncing up and down in his seat as the staff come and take the cameras away.

All the other members nod in agreement, but I still feel like I’m locked in some trance. My eyes still wandering to where she’d stood at the end before being escorted back stage again. I couldn’t focus on anything else. And I know I’ve been caught out when Jay waves a hand in front of my face from my other side.

”Huh?” I ask, looking around the table as they all snicker at me.

”You ok there hyung?” He teases with a knowing smirk.

”Pretty sure that girl still has him under her spell.” Jake teases before Jungwon gives him a look which has him snapping his mouth shut.

But he was right. I didn’t even know the girl. Had only seen her for ten minutes up on that stage, but that was enough. Enough to have me staring at where she was like love sick puppy. Something I hadn’t done in years. Not since before I was a trainee. My attention had been caught here and there, but nothing like this. Usually my job, being an idol squashed any sort of interest I peaked quickly. So why had this girl who hadn’t even spoken a word to me got me acting like this?

And as if fate wanted to tease me with her more. There she was again. Now the outfit she’d worn from the performance was gone, replaced by a black dress that most would say was dull or boring compared to how the other women were dressed. But she was stunning. She slowly starts to turn our way before someone rushes over to her causing her to divert her attention before she’s pulled into a hug and dragged to the other side of the stage where I can’t see her.

”Earth to Heeseung.” Jay mocks as he waves his hand in front of my face again which I lightly bat away.

”I am not under a spell.” I bite back.

He just rolls his eyes and shakes his head, opening his mouth to no doubt say something sarcastic back, but the arrival of one of the staff has him snapping his mouth shut. Thank goodness. I don’t think I could deny it much longer. They all knew me too well. Knew I was lying through my teeth. But I couldn’t show any interest towards her. I would never see her again after this weekend. And I wasn’t risking some media gossip about this.

”How would you guys like to meet the girls?” The staff member asks almost too happily as she scans the table.

”Oh we’d love to. Especially Heeseung here.” Jake says as he playfully puts an arm around my shoulders which I try and shove off causing a snicker from Ni-Ki who tries to cover it as a cough.

”Great. We’ll go grab them for you.” She says quickly as she rushes off before I can try object.

Not that I want to object. That voice in the back of my head is screaming at me for being an idiot of even denying or trying to say no to seeing her again. Maybe that’s all I need. To see her again. Just say something to her to get her off my mind. That’s all it is. And then after that everything will be back to normal.

Or so I thought. Movement at the corner of the stage has my attention snapping over there instantly as if my brain knew she was there. Because there she is. And I can’t look away. Not even when her eyes meet mine after scanning the two other groups before landing on ours. The other groups her gaze had skimmed over. But when she’d gotten to ours, her eyes had locked right onto me. And before she’s ushered to the first group she smiles. And I swear my heart fucking stops.

”What was that about not being under her spell?” Ni-Ki teases.

”Oh shut up.” I mutter as the others snicker at me again.

Reader.

The first two groups are so lovely. Commenting on how great we did, and how well we had pulled it off despite not being performers. They seemed genuinely impressed, and the girls I’d been grouped up with for meeting them seem to gain a little confidence from it. We’ll never do it again, but I feel like from this if it ever did, they’d be more than willing to give it a go.

I’m mid conversation with Felix and Bang Chan, both of who are also from Australia, when I feel a soft tap on my arm. Turning to find one of the staff members for Enhypen. “Sorry to interrupt, but I’ve been asked to bring you over if you don’t mind. They’re very excited to meet you apparently.”

”And understandably so. Lovely to meet you Y/N. Hopefully we’ll see you over the weekend.” Bang Chan says with a big smile as they both bow their heads.

I give them a quick smile before turning towards the last table and group. All of them are already talking to some of the girls, Tina and Lia being part of the group. So none of them see me approaching with their staff member as they continue to converse. But I can tell its a bit strained. Not many of the members of these groups know fluent English, and I’d been one of the few to attempt learning Korean over the last few months.

”Here you are Jay, found her as per your request.” The staff member says to him before guiding me forward as the girls, minus Tina and Lia move on.

As I turn to face them I can’t help but notice half of them smiling knowingly at Heeseung who seems to be almost glaring at Jay who is smiling at me, completely oblivious or choosing to ignore how the older member is looking at him.

“Sorry for dragging you away. I’m Jay, nice to meet you.” He says as he holds a hand out to me.

The other groups has just bowed their heads in greeting, so the way he holds his hand out to me throws me off. But I quickly take it and shake it. “I’m Y/N.”

They all step forward one by one, all shaking my hand in greeting. All except Heeseung who is forced forward by Jake who practically shoves him at me before he mumbles his name and just bows his head before stepping back into his spot as I lower my hand in the least awkward way I can. I don’t even know him, not personally but I can’t help but feel a little sad after the way I’d felt his eyes on me.

”So are you racing this weekend?” Jake asks excitedly. The way he smiles and bounces with energy almost reminds me of a golden retriever.

”We’re not racing. But Y/N here is being part of a practice session on Friday. Lucky girl. Teams don’t usually use their mandatory swap out for the first race of the season.” Lia gushes to them.

”It’s not that big of a deal.” I try tell them all with a shrug.

”Don’t listen to her. It’s a big deal. It's her from track. No one from our racing series has gotten to do take part in a FP1 session. And a female hasn’t done it since 2014.” Tina adds.

”Definitely a big deal then.” Jay says as they all nod in agreement.

”So what team are we looking out for on Friday then?” Jake asks, somehow bouncing more with excitement than before.

”McLaren is the team you should be looking out for.” Lia says before I can get a word out.

”What colours are they?”

All the members heads snap towards the source of the question. Heeseung. Who is right back to looking at me like he did before. I honestly didn’t know if he spoke English, hence why he’d gone silent on me when I’d actually gotten close. But the words fall to easily from his mouth for him to not understand. He’s clearly comfortable with the language to an extent.

”Papaya. Well that’s what we call it anyway. But it’s essentially orange. But you didn’t hear that from me.” I say to him with a soft smile, which he returns and I swear my heart skips a beat.

”Yeah they might hunt you down if they hear you say orange instead of Papaya.” Tina adds as she chuckles.

The boys look confused by the comment but all nod eventually.

”Orange. Sorry, Pa-papaya it is for us on Friday then.” Jungwon says happily as he smiles at us.

”Sorry to barge in. Again. But we’re going to do a group photo with everyone if thats ok?” The staff member who grabbed me before asks as she eases her way into the group.

We all nod before making out way over to the area in front of the stage as we wait for them to gather the other groups and girls.

”You were really good up there.” Someone says from next to me.

I turn to see Heeseung looking down at me. Up close he’s much taller than I realised. Unlike the other girls I’d gone without heels for tonight, and I only come up to his chin. His eyes are a soft brown, warm and inviting. And the way the corner of his mouth turns up with a smirk has my heart skipping a beat again.

”Ah, thank you. I was pretty nervous. Never done that kind of performance before.” I say with a shrug.

”You don’t need to be nervous. You did really well. Do you do other performing?” He asks, seeming curious.

I nod. “Yeah I’m in a band. I sing and sometimes play bass guitar.” I tell him.

His eyes seem to light up at that detail. “That’s really cool. What kind of music do you guys play?”

”We use to do rock or alternative covers of songs mixed in with some originals. But we don’t get to play much anymore now I do this. I miss it though.” I admit to him. Something I haven’t admitted to anyone since I’d been swept up into the world of Formula One.

”Maybe you should try make some time. It looked like you missed it after you finished performing. You’re good at it.” He tells me before giving me another smirk before we’re both called over to take our spots.

Yet again my heart skips a beat. God damn. What is that boy doing to me? I don’t even know him, and my body is reacting as if I’ve got the biggest high school crush on him. Even from my spot in the middle of the group I can feel his eyes on me. And I so badly want to turn and meet his gaze. But I don’t. All I have to do is get through this weekend. Get through this weekend and I’d never see him again. It’s just cause he’s attractive. That’s all it is. Right?

[bnaynay]

You are the one I was born to know

Pairing: Doriane Pin/Abbi Pulling

Word count: 4,219

Rated: G

Tags: Reminiscing/Established Relationship/Growing Up Together/Falling in love/First Love/First Kiss/Friends to Lovers/Snippets of the past/Sappy Sapphics/The struggles of being lesbians/Mild Hurt/Comfort/Feelings Realization/Adulthood/Coming to terms with the inevitable changes in life/Marriage Proposal

Summary:

“This is where…” Doriane says and draws her words out. It's getting late and they had just spent a pleasant evening at the restaurant and the cinema, celebrating their anniversary. She had expected to be taken home, spend a quiet night in and maybe even be taken to bed, but instead she finds herself staring out the window of the car, hit by a wave of nostalgia as Abbi momentarily stops to let the oncoming traffic drive by. “Abbi…”

“I know.” says Abbi, her sunny smile covers her face as she makes the right turn and begins weaving through the narrow corners of the uphill road. “I just want to take a look around, you know, feel the vibes for old times sake.”

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Or Abbi and Doriane revisits the place they fell in love as teenagers and the memories along the way reminds them of how much everything has changed yet remained the same

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[yourmomisanerd]

Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lewis Hamilton/Nico Rosberg, Sebastian Vettel/Mark Webber Additional Tags: girlcedes, Brocedes, Internalized Homophobia, Religious Guilt, Sharing a Bed, Pining, Denial of Feelings, not friends to lovers, friends to..... something significantly worse than lovers THEN to lovers, toxic girlbestfreind situationship., Rule 63 Summary:

girlbestfriend lesbianism, internalized homophobia, yearning, messy ass best friend, angst with a happy ending. hell yeah. you've probably read a fic like this before. read another one!

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[someonegoood]

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hi!!! my name is mel-- or u can call me honey!

i love to write, and will try to keep the yapping to a minimum..

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i write some essays on my down time, aswell as short (sometimes long) fanfics for F1, The Hunger Games, Criminal Minds, The Umbrella Academy, Challengers, The Walking Dead, and maybe some marvel if the people want!!

some facts about me, im from brazil, i roller skate and tennis and volleyball, and i ADORE movies. hmu if you wanna babe!

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