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Small world [Clément Novalak]

Summary: Picking up your cousin from the club ends a little different then you expected… It’s a small world.

Wordcount: 2.9k

Warnings: They’re in the club, mentions of a toxic relationship and cheating (not y/n and clem), sexual implications

It has taken me too long to write a Clem fic, I’m glad it’s finally here!! Especially considering my username is literally clemswinecorner😐😐 Added in a waaaay more dramatic storyline then necessary cause I didn’t know how to end it whoops, but enjoy! For the Clem girlies (but especially Chloe and Yana)🫶🏼🫶🏼

Bit shit formatting because this is posted from my phone, will be fixed asap!

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“Paris, I’m seeing your brothers Monday, I really don’t think I need to see them right now,” Paris, although you can’t see, rolls her eyes as she looks back at you. “They’re right over there, c’mon!” She yells, trying to be heard over the music. Before you know it you’re standing in front of a table at the back of a club. “Y/N, hey, what are you doing here?!” Despite not wanting to be there, you still smile at your cousin who pulls you into a hug. “I was supposed to pick up Paris and she dragged me inside. It’s good to see you though, it’s been too long,” Marcus laughs at his sisters ways as you briefly hug your oldest cousin, James, and his girlfriend. You saw the both of them just the other day, since you live on the same of London, but you hadn’t seen Marcus since you were both in New Zealand to celebrate New Year’s a few months ago. “Oh, that’s Juan, Franky and Emmy by the way, and you’ve met James and Alice. Do you want a drink? Our other friend Clem is getting some already, I can text him,” You smile as you look at Paris next to you, talking animatedly to her older brother. “No, thanks, I’m taking Paris home. C’mon, let’s get you home,” Paris pouts as you put your arm around here. “Noooo but I want to stayyyyy,” you sigh as you look at her. “You called me to pick you up because you wanted to leave, Pari, let’s go now. I made your bed with the Mickey bedsheets you love,” her eyes light up at the mention of her favourite bedsheets, but quickly get distracted again as someone hands her a drink that looks like coke (but most likely holds alcohol). Marcus sends you a sympathetic smile, as you sigh. “Clem’s getting more drinks, you could follow him to the bar, it’s not too busy there if you walk past the bathrooms there and keep right. Smiley guy, dark hair, slight beard, wearing glasses -fake ones- and i think a striped button up. Just tell him to put it with mine and Paris’ drinks when he sends me a payment request, I’ll try and get Paris ready to leave,” you give him a thankful smile as you start to make your way back through the crowd.

At the bar you don’t see anyone looking like the description Marcus gave you. There was a guy in a white button up -which looked extremely good on him- but it wasn’t striped nor was he wearing glasses. You take a seat, figuring the friend was probably at the bathroom. You glance at the handsome guy, currently chatting away with the bartender until he walks to the other side of the bar to prepare a few drinks. The handsome man moves closer to you, though he still keeps a respectable distance. “You havin’ fun here? Or just want to get steamed?” He speaks up, revealing a somewhat British accent. You chuckle at his choice of words- similar to your cousin’s. “Oh i’m just, you know, in the club, at the bar,” he raises his eyebrows, “ah, yes, as one is. Not a club person then?” He slowly moves closer, and though you weren’t in the mood to talk, you still found herself in a conversation with him.

“Hey, do you want to get back there, dance around?” You’ve naturally moved closer to each other, your arms touching as he swirls his drink- whatever cocktail. You bite your lip- you really weren’t the most social person (it was honestly a surprise you even considered dancing with him), looking down into your glass, previously filled with a coke, in consideration. “I was supposed to get these and some more to my friends, we can walk by them, sit there if you’d prefer?” He adds on, noticing how you weren’t very enthusiastic. “I think you should go back to your friends, enjoy your time with them together. I’ve probably held you back,” you smile lightly, as you sit up straighter, suddenly hyper aware of how close you are. “No, no, I want to spend time with you. I’ve gone out with them dozens of times. Unless you don’t want to be there with me and get back to your cousin, that’s also completely fine, sorry if you felt like you needed to stay in this conversation,” you quickly shake your head, putting your hand on top of his arm. “No, I like this. It doesn’t really happen that I actually like spending time with a stranger like this, usually I’d be trying to get home and watch a movie,” he chuckles as you subconsciously move your face closer to his. “I’m glad you like my company, then,” he smiles as his eyes flickers down to your lips. “I don’t, Clément, I just did it for the french and the drinks, obviously,” you joke and he laughs, his head falling forward. He looks up with a genuine smile, leaning forward and soon enough your lips touch. You weren’t sure who started the kiss, but it was better than most kisses you had (the best one so far, you’d even say). He knew just what the right moves and pace were and you were on the same wavelength the entire kiss, not wanting to pull back. Oh well, his friends were already waiting, what would those extra minutes be?

“Hey, I really like this, I do, but I would also love to dance with you. Plus, my friends are probably wondering where I wandered off too,” He whispers with your faces still only inches away from eachother- as far as whispering goes in a club. “They’re not used to you running off with random girls you’ve pulled your charm on?” He chuckles and looks down, contemplating his response. “Just the pretty ones. Nah, not really, my ex girlfriend and I broke up about 9 months ago, she did quite a number on me if i’m honest. I’ve been getting time to myself and friends even here, I have barely been with anyone, I only just got somewhat back to, you know, messing around last month. My friends don’t really know though, if I told them I was ready for something they’d push me towards anyone attractive in a 10km radius,” you laugh at the last comment, relating to the last part a bit too much- your friends also tried to get you with whoever was even remotely attractive. “So, what are you ready for, right now? Just so we’re both clear on that, because anything goes for me,” he shrugs in response. “I’m not really sure. I just wanted to keep things unattached, casual at best but I kind of really like you,” You smile his answer. “We can just dance around, see what happens tonight, maybe explore more of this if we feel like it tomorrow,” He nods, before he tenderly kisses you again with a smile.

“It’s not too much people, and you can keep your distance. It’s mostly my friends, their siblings, girlfriends. You don’t have to be introduced to them if you don’t want to, I can just drop the drinks off and we can dance. If the dance floor gets too crowded just say the word and we can get to some other place,” He whispers against your ear, making you blush “Actually, I kind of have to go to the bathroom. You get those to your friends, I’ll meet you on the dance floor?” Clem shakes his head, “meet me between the men’s and women’s. Don’t want to lose you,” you nod as you go separate ways. The music playing was nice, you realised as you went onto the dance floor, Clem’s hand in yours. You danced around for a short while, though it only took about half an hour before you both gave up trying to stay civil, deciding to go to Clem’s apartment. You had quickly texted Paris as you walked your way out, the people you came for soon forgotten.

It wasn’t until about an hour and half later, when you were sitting in his bed leaning against his headboard, drinking a glass of wine that Clem got a call. You’d settled under the sheets, Clem only wearing his underwear and you wearing your panties and his shirt. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, which you didn’t mind (you found out he looked very good without a shirt). “Ah shit, I have to take this, I didn’t tell anyone I left and it’s my mate,” you quickly motioned for him to go ahead, and he put the phone to his ear.

“Hey, where are you?” Clem hears his best friend ask. “Sorry, I left already, forgot to tell you. I’m at home now,” He simply answers, playing with your hand as you sip your wine. “Ah, okay. D’you know if my cousin went home too?” You see a surprised look on Clem’s face, “Your cousin?” He looks at you surprised as Marcus answers. “Yeah, Y/N. She was supposed to go to you at the bar.” He raises his eyebrows at you, saying “Oh, yeah, yeah, Y/N, I saw her get into her car safely, don’t worry.” You nod as you realise he was, in fact, Marcus friend you’d been looking for, quickly showing him your texts to Paris. “She texted Paris as well, I thought you knew she left,” He says casually, before they finish off the call and say goodbye, making plans for the next time they’d meet. “Alright, I’ll see you Friday. Bye Marcus, love you too mate,” You raise your eyebrows as he ends the call. “You’re Marcus’ friend?!” You simply ask, a hint of surprise in your tone. “Small world. Though you do not sound as shocked as you should be. I didn’t even know Marcus’ cousin was with us tonight?” You chuckle at his surprise. “I was picking up Paris and then she didn’t want to leave so Marcus sent me to you- for the record, to his friend, I did not know you were his friend because Marcus did not give an accurate description,” Clem laughs, “that doesn’t surprise me in the slightest,” he agrees.

Clem breaks the comfortable silence that fell first. “Are you- Do you want Marcus to know about, eh,” he carefully considers his words, “are we going to tell him this happened? Happens, or whatever’s next,” You study him as he asks the question, but nothing gives away how he feels. “I mean… Do you want him to know? I like you, and I would love to see where this goes, like, romantically or even physically, if we realize that works better. It depends on what you want from me,” Clem nods, grabbing your hand in his (though they were already practically on top of each other). “Yeah, me too. I’d like to hang out with you, ‘date’ or whatever it’d be called. Just… Do I get to kiss you still,” you jokingly roll your eyes with a smile as he pulls you towards you. “I guess you do, Mr Novalak,” he raises his eyebrows, “we’re on last name basis now? Did you stalk my instagram or what?” You chuckle in response. “I pay attention to my cousin’s life and stories sometimes,” you smile, which makes him laugh. “Hey, but if you don’t really want to tell your friends you’re dating, that’s okay. I don’t mind keeping it just us,” He smiles before he leans down to kiss you. “Thank you. It’s not that I don’t want to show you to them, you know that though, right? Just want to go at my own pace,” you nod, “I know.” You softly kiss him before he pulls back to cuddle. “So, now that neither of us have to inform people of our whereabouts, how about you take a shower, order food, watch a movie?” You smile, you were always in the mood for a late night snack. “If you can help me with the shower it sounds like a plan.” You smirk as you get out of the bed. “Alright, alright. Can you grab some towels from that closet? I’ll get the shower ready,” you nod as you do as you’re told, putting them in the bathroom when you’re done. Clem’s already in the shower as you take off your clothes and get in. “What’s taken you so long?” You jokingly roll your eyes before kissing him.

Around 11 AM you and Clem freeze in your kiss as the two of you hear rushed knocks on coming from his front door. “I’ll check that out,” Clem says and you nod as he gets out of bed, quickly putting on a shirt. Luckily you were both still wearing pants and your shirt was still on, if whoever’s at the door wants to walk into the bedroom. “Hi, mate, I’m kind of bu-“ Clem stop his sentence halfway as Marcus walks into the living room distressed. “Dude, are you okay? What’s up, did something happen?” Clem asks as he sits him down on the couch. You move out of the bed as well, recognizing your cousin’s voice. “No. Yes. I. I’m fine I just need to talk to someone. Last night, eh, Paris, I, shit, Clem,” You stand in the doorway of Clem’s bedroom, seeing Clem crouched in front of Marcus. You make eye contact with Clem, and wether you should keep listening or not. You decide yes, since you’d hear about it one way or another if it was about Paris. “Marcus, breathe. Is she okay?” Marcus takes hasty breaths and nods, “yes, she’s fine, uhm… Mate, I really don’t know what to do,” Clem looks at you once again, knowing you’d probably be a better help if it concerned his family. You don’t know how to go about it, but luckily Marcus turns around after he sees Clem looking behind him. He notices you and immediately turns back, and you speak up. “Sorry, do you want me to…?” Marcus doesn’t seem to register who’s standing behind him. “Oh, sorry, am I interrupting- wait,” he turns back to you and then to Clem, who gives him a tight-lipped smile. “This is a discussion for later, Marc. Do you want me to go or do you want me to hear?” Marcus stays silent for a moment still staring at you and then tells you to stay.

“When I left my apartment to work out I checked on Paris in the guest bedroom because she would stay at mine, but she was with a guy and it was not her boyfriend. I guess she went home with someone, James and Alice dropped them off before I was there so I didn’t know. I feel horrible and I don’t know if I should tell her actual boyfriend because were kind of mates but I don’t want to break her trust and she should be the one to tell him but either way it’s horrible and-“ Marcus keeps on rambling as you and Clem try to take in all the information. “Marcus, stop. Breathe. First off, I know she’s your little sister, but this is not your doing or responsibility, okay? Nothing you could’ve done,” Clem starts and Marcus nods as you bite your lip deciding wether you should say what you know. “Okay, look, I don’t know if I should say this but you don’t know the full situation, Marc. Their relationship is not as good as it seems and it’s toxic as hell. Paris never told you because she was scared, and she only told me because I found out by accident. You should talk to her, yes, but don’t force her to say or do anything, okay? Just ask her to be honest,” Marcus looks at you as everyone digests what’s just been said. “Okay. I will. Thank you for telling me, Y/N.” You smile at your cousin “of course. Think that’s what best for the both of you.” Its quiet for a few minutes before your phone rings on the table behind Clem. “It’s Paris,” He says, handing you your phone. You take the phone, standing up to go to the bedroom. “I’ll take this, be right back.”

When you come back from the call, Marcus is ready to leave. “Paris woke up a bit ago and told me what happened, I said she should talk to you. Best you don’t mention you were here, though, I think,” Marcus nods, looking more composed then when he arrived. “I won’t. By the way, we also should discuss why you are here. I thought you went home last night?” Clem pushes Marcus to the door, “don’t you have somewhere to be?” making you chuckle. “Like I said, that’s a topic for another time,” you say before hugging him goodbye telling him to keep you updated. He hugs you and Clem, “Yeah, and that time is tonight. We’re having dinner, I’ll text the details. See you tonight, bye!” He leaves no room to argue as he walks out of the door, leaving you and clem stunned. You look at each other as he closes the door. “Well. I guess we have a date tonight?”

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pairing: max verstappen x female!reader, mentions of charles leclerc x female!reader genre: friends to lovers, kind of slow burn, angst, fluff and comfort !tw!: swearing, insecurities, negative thoughts, slightly traumatic meeting other notes: loosely based on the Italian GP 2022 word count: 8.6k Hope it is worth the wait! Thanks to whoever supports the story ♥

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ok, but imagine introducing mick to your family and your little brother gets jealous- like making sarcastic comments at him and threatening him, until you find him playing fifa with mick and they finally start getting along, to the point that he prefers mick over you ✨🤏🏻

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

a/n: this is so CUTEEEE literally mick is such a great guy to bring home to meet your family….im in my feels goodbye. also! i named the little brother as charlie just to easily distinguish between the characters :)

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“Honey, go get the door!” Your mother yelled from the kitchen, making sure that the food was perfect, “I’m certain it’s lover boy!”

You laughed as you shook your head with a smile, quickly going down the stairs, “Yeah, mom! That’s him, don’t worry about your pasta!”

Checking yourself in the mirror one last time, pushing a stray hair behind your ear, you took a deep breath and opened the door to be welcomed with the sight of your smiling blue eyed boyfriend.

“Hey, love,” Mick smiled as he kissed your cheek softly and handed you a bouquet of flowers, “For my girl.”

“Mick, you didn’t have to,” You mumbled as you hugged him quickly, “Are you nervous?”

He chuckled, “I’m a little nervous about meeting your little brother.”

You grinned as you closed the door and held his hand, leading him to the kitchen, “Don’t worry about it. I told him to be nice.”

“Ah, he’s finally here!” Your mother exclaims, taking off her apron and setting it on the chair before walking over to give Mick a hug, “It’s so nice to meet you, sweetheart.”

“Nice to meet you too, ma’am,” Mick smiled as he hugged your mother back, “The food smells really good!”

“Look at him, making me give him my seal of approval already,” She grinned and patted Mick’s cheek gently, “You can call me mom too, ma’am sounds so…old.”

“Hon- oh! Our guest of honor has arrived,” Your father smiled as he entered the dining area, holding out a hand for Mick to shake, “Nice to meet you, son. I’ve heard great things about you.”

Mick smiled as he shook your father’s hand before offering the paper bag with a fine bottle of wine, “Nice to meet you too, sir. I hope you like what I picked out for dinner tonight.”

“This must be expensive,” Your father nodded as he set the bottle down and grabbed a few wine glasses, “Thank you, haven’t had a glass of wine in a while.”

“Pfsh, great things,” Charlie, your seven year old brother, sarcastically quipped as he followed after your father, “I haven’t heard any.”

You frown in confusion as you looked at him with an eyebrow raised, “Buddy. What did I say earlier?”

Rolling his eyes, he poked his tongue out at you before sitting across the two of you at the table, glaring at Mick every now and then.

Your mother clapped her hands, “Okay! Dinner time!”

Dinner went by smoothly, it was safe to say that your parents loved Mick and you were glad that they made the effort to get to know him beyond the stories that you’ve told.

“We must go golfing together!” Your father exclaimed as he clapped a hand on Mick’s shoulder, “Or maybe even camping!”

“Count me out on those,” Charlie mumbled as he set down his fork, “Thanks for dinner, mom.”

Before you could say anything, he quickly stood up and exited the room before heading out to the living room.

Mick looked at you hesitantly before excusing himself, “I’ll talk to him.”

You smiled softly as you nodded, squeezing his hand and letting it go shortly.

Mick shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked to the living room. Why was your brother harsh towards him? Has he said or done something wrong?

“Hey, buddy,” Mick stood in the doorway as he smiled softly, “Do you mind if we talk?”

Charlie frowned as he set his controller down on the couch, “You’re already talking.”

Mick sighed as he walked over and sat beside him on the couch, still making sure he’s maintained enough space to avoid frustrating the younger boy, “Have I done something wrong? Please be honest with me, Charlie.”

“Yes. You have,” He huffed as he crossed his arms, leaning back against the sofa, “You’re taking Y/N away from me.”

“Is that what you feel?” Mick softly asked as he looked at Charlie, “You think I’m taking her away from you?”

Charlie sniffled as he nodded, “Yeah. I don’t see her as often because you always take her to your races.”

Mick frowned, feeling guilty that this is what your little brother had been feeling. He didn’t mean for it to come out that way.

“I’m sorry, Charlie,” He whispered, “You know that Y/N loves you a lot. She tells a whole lot of great memories she’s had with you.”

“She does?” Charlie turns to look at him, a sparkle in his eyes. Mick could see it right there and then how much your brother adored and loved you.

“All the time, buddy,” Mick nodded as he smiled, “She told me that you were the king of FIFA?”

Nodding eagerly, Charlie exclaims, “Yes! I am! Do you play too, Mick?”

“Of course, I do!” He grins as he opens his palm towards Charlie, “What do you say? Will you let me play with you?”

Charlie paused for a moment before smiling as he grabbed the other controller and handed it over to Mick, “Game on.”

As the two boys laughed and played together on the couch, they didn’t know that you stood by the doorway, heart feeling fuller than ever that your two boys are getting along.

“He’s a keeper, sweetheart,” Your mother smiled as she stood by you and kissed your temple, “You got lucky, huh?”

Smiling as you nodded, “Luckiest girl in the world.”

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Groaning, you rolled over in bed, blindly reaching out for your phone over the desk before answering the Facetime call, “Hello?”

“Hi, Y/N! Oh- did I wake you up?” Charlie pouted as he squinted his eyes through the screen, “Yeah, I think I did.”

“Good morning, buddy,” You sleepily smiled as you rubbed your eyes, “What’s up?”

“I was wondering…uh,” Charlie stuttered as he looked around in his room, “Is Mick around?”

“Did you call to ask me if my boyfriend is around? Not even asking me how I am?” You feigned offense as you clicked your tongue, “Charlie, I’m hurt.”

“I’m sorry!” He whined as he propped his phone up against the glass and ate his cereal, “But is he there?”

You nodded, rolling over to bring your phone over to a sleeping Mick, “There. He’s sleeping buddy.”

“Oh, I must be quiet,” Charlie whispered with his mouth full of cereal, “Could you come over tonight?”

“Why? Anything special?”

“No,” He giggled as he shook his head, “I wanna play FIFA with Mick.”

“This is what you called me for? At 7 am?” You groaned as you snuggled up to your not-so-sleeping boyfriend, “You’re unbelievable, Charlie.”

“Of course, he did,” Mick mumbled sleepily as he smiled at Charlie through the screen, “We’ll be there, bud.”

Charlie cheered as he nodded, waving goodbye before ending the call, “See you tonight, Y/N and Mick!”

“I can’t believe my brother loves you more than me now,” You mumbled as you wrapped your arms around him, “Next thing I know is you’re taking him out for karting lessons.”

Mick shrugged as he kissed your temple, “What can I say I just have that charm to the Y/L/N’s.”

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hii can i request pierre gasly drabble where he gets jealous/upset after a race because it didn’t go well for him and max who won got congratulated by reader before checking on pierre. he feels like insecure bc max is a “better” driver etc can you make it like comforting where reader tells him he’s the only one she loves 💗

pairing: pierre gasly x reader

a/n: hi my lovely!! thank you for requesting, i hope you liked it :) also

general psa to everyone: ive still got a few requests lined up to work on, so please dont worry!! im definitely gonna post your request soon enough hehe ily thank you for understanding 💘

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Imola Grand Prix 2022. Pierre was disappointed with how the race turned out for him. He was sulking over the fact that he got P12 when it could’ve been better. The previous weekends after Bahrain scored him some points, why were the odds not in his favor for this one?

It was safe to say that he was upset. In all honesty, he was glad your schedule was free so you could come along for this race weekend. He just wanted to hold you in his arms, so he could feel a little bit better.

As Pierre got out of his car, Yuki jogged up to him as they walked back to the garage together.

“Hey, congratulations, Yuki,” Pierre smiled as he placed an arm around his younger teammate, “P7’s a fantastic comeback.”

“Thank you, Pierre,” Yuki smiled back at him, “You drove good though. You’ll get those points next weekend.”

“You better watch out then,” Pierre chuckled as he ruffled up Yuki’s hair, squinting his eyes at the sight before him, “Wanna catch dinner with me and Y/N tonight?”

Yuki shrugged as he chugged down his water, “I don’t want to intrude.”

Pierre rolled his eyes and patted Yuki’s shoulder, “You know we love your company. I’ll see you later, okay?”

Nodding in response, Yuki waved as he walked back to his driver’s room to change his clothes before going back to the hotel.

Pierre frowned upon approaching what was not pleasing to his ego after the race.

“Congratulations, Max!” You smiled as you stopped walking to greet your boyfriend’s fellow driver, “Great race.”

“Oh, thank you, Y/N,” Max smiled as he put his towel around his neck, “A fun race after all. It’s nice to see you around the paddock again.”

Nodding in response as you put your hands in your pockets, “Mhm, I got some time off work, so I wanted to support Pierre. Hard to miss the previous races so I’m making it up to him.”

Max noticed Pierre walking up behind you, so he smiled at you, “You two are lucky to have each other. I gotta go, hope to see you at the next race, Y/N.”

“See you, Max!” You smiled as you waved goodbye to the Dutch driver.

Turning around, you spotted your boyfriend a few steps away. You smiled softly as you walked up to meet him in the middle, hugging his waist, “Pierre, congratulations, my love.”

“Yeah, P12. Not a great result,” He mumbled nonchalantly as he patted your back softly, “Max did great though, hm?”

“Uh…yeah. It was a tough race,” You said as you held onto his hand, walking back to his driver’s room, “You fought hard, baby.”

“Not hard enough,” He scoffed as he pulled his hand away before entering the room and sitting on the bed, “Stupid weekend.”

“Hey…” You frowned as you stood in the doorway, not wanting to further invade his space, “What’s wrong?”

“Max is a better driver, isn’t he?”

“What are you talking about, Pierre?”

“I saw you talking to him earlier,” He mumbled as he sat down and patted the towel on his face before setting it beside him, “Like salt rubbing on the wound, Y/N.”

Looking at him in disbelief, you frowned as you crossed your arms, “What? Am I not allowed to talk to other people now? You know that I’m faithful to you!”

“It’s not that,” Pierre replied as he pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing, “Just feels like shit. I don’t do well in the race then I see you talking to the guy who took the win.”

“What am I supposed to do? Ignore him?” You replied as confusion was written all over your face, “Baby, I didn’t want to be rude. I couldn’t just walk past the guy without greeting him!”

“You’re supposed to be there for me!” He huffed as he leaned back against the wall, fumbling with his fingers, “I just- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.”

“Can you please calm down first?” You sighed as you stepped closer to him, taking both his hands in yours, “Deep breaths, baby.”

Pierre nodded, following what you asked him to do, before he sat up and pulled you closer as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“I’m sorry,” He mumbled as his cheek was pressed against your stomach, “It’s frustrating when I don’t get points…I should’ve not been jealous or taken it out on you, mon ange.”

Running your fingers through his hair as you hummed, “It’s okay. I understand your frustrations, baby. I’m always going to be here for you, through ups and downs, remember?”

“Through ups and downs.”

“I love you. With all that I am, Pierre.”

“Je t'aime, mon ange.” I love you, my angel.

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“You invited Yuki to our dinner tonight?”

Pierre smiled as he got inside his side of the car and nodded, “I couldn’t help it. I don’t want him to be alone inside his hotel room in this beautiful country.”

You turned to him and raised an eyebrow, “I’m starting to wonder whether I’m your girlfriend or your beard.”

“What the hell is a beard?” Pierre asked, confusion lacing his tone, “Obviously, you’re my girlfriend.”

“For me to know and for you to find out,” You smiled teasingly at him as you pinched his cheek, “Now go drive, my best friend’s waiting for us.”

“Best friend?” He scoffed as he shook his head and drove to the restaurant, “I’m his best friend.”

Rolling your eyes, you shoved the phone to his hand, showing a text from Yuki that read: ‘Ok bestie! Have a safe drive :)’

“Pfsh, that’s just it.”

Laughing, you shook your head as you leaned your head back on the car seat, “Jealousy looks good on you, Pierre.”

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How it's supposed to [Liam Lawson]

Prompts: “I’m rambling again, aren’t I?” “I can’t take you seriously”, The request: hey, can i request a fic for liam with lines 60 & 111 from the prompt list? im sorry if it's the wrong way to request, but thank you in advance<3

Summary: Y/N works for Hitech with Marcus and might have a thing for (and with) the other kiwi on track. Their friends don't know, though.

Wordcount: 2.2k

Warnings: maybe some swearing? nothing else really, sexual references but no actual smut

I could not come up with a title for the life of me. Anyways, thanks for the request, you did it the right way! Since you didn’t request anything too specific, I got to work it out myself which was fun. I am a sucker! for secret/hidden/private relationships so I decided to finally write it for this. And also the 'everyone knows but them' trope? And then they start dating without telling people just to spite them? Yeah, they're the exact opposite, people have no clue they have any romantic interest in each other. They aren’t seen talking/being together at the track a lot, yet somehow they’re very publicly friends. They’re a little more than that. Situationship. I don’t know, and they didn't either. Anyways, have fun reading, I definitely had fun writing!

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"You’re joining dinner tonight, right?" Marcus asks as the two of you walk back to the Hitech garage. "Yeah, I am. We’re going with Jehan and Clem, no?" You ask for confirmation as you hold open the door. You glance towards the Carlin garage, seeing Liam talking with his engineer. You smile at him as Marcus answers. "Yeah, Jehan, Juri, Clem, Felipe and Liam. And girlfriends, except me Liam obviously.” You stop as you walk into one of the rooms, leaving the door open to continue the conversation. “Oh, I didn’t know we were going with such a big group. Where are we going?” You say as you put down your pile of papers, trading them for the pile with the Friday afternoon schedule on top. “Yeah, we’ve been wanting to grab dinner with Jehan, Juri and me, Liam and Clem also wanted to join so naturally Felipe will tag along as well. Big group is usually fun on Friday, everyone is still excited to race and no one has post-race depression, so we have more to talk about,” you chuckle at his statement- you know from both him and Liam how a race can affect someone's mood. “We’re having pizza, by the way, there’s this place I’ve been with Callum and Mick before. I think Juri’s been there as well, it’s pretty good,” he says from the other room and you nod. “Ahhh sounds perfect, I’ve been wanting pizza the entire week. How late are we meeting and where?” You walk out of the room as Marcus walks into another one, grabbing a new bottle of water. “I was thinking we just drive together with one of the guys, since we’re in the same hotels or near each other, is that ok?” You nod. “Yeah, that’s fine,” you walk back outside, ready to make your way over to where the interviews for the top 3 qualifiers would be. “Alright champ, let’s do the interviews, you do your driver things and then we’ll get some pizza.”

“Leaving already?” Marcus, who sits next to you, jokes when Liam walks past you. “Just to the bathroom, wouldn’t dare leaving you,” Marcus chuckles as you push back your chair. “Oh actually, mind showing me where they are? I sort of have to go too,” Liam smiles and nods. “Yeah, just walk along,” You smile as the two of you walk away. “You’re in the same hotel as Marcus right? He managed to get me in the same hotel as him from now on,” you say once you’re sure no one at the table can hear your conversation. “Oh, actually? I’m on floor 8, 814. We have to be careful tho, 813 is Logan, but he might have someone over,” You chuckle as you stand in front of the bathroom doors. “Honestly he’s bound to see us at some point, he probably wouldn’t tell anyone anyways. By the way,” you check around the corner before you stand on your toes and give him a long kiss, his hand automatically grabbing your chin. He smiles as you pull back. “What’s that for?” He asks as he holds your hands. You shrug. “P3 in quali. And I haven’t been able to properly greet you yet this weekend, have I?” You both smile as you move towards each other and kiss again. When you hear one of the bathroom doors open, Liam quickly pushes you against the wall. “This way they won’t talk to us,” he whispers as he starts kissing more aggressively. You hum, glancing over his shoulder as he softly kisses your neck. “Was no one we know,” you say and Liam pulls back, giving you one last peck. “We should do that more often. On a real note, I do have to actually go to the bathroom,” you chuckle looking up at him. “Same. We’ll walk back together?” Liam nods as you both go into the bathroom. 

The situation you and Liam were in wasn’t weird, perse. You were both perfectly content with the situation, and you knew that, it just wasn’t a very clear something. You’d started out as something not too far from friends with benefits shortly after meeting. Being Marcus' press officer (or something along those lines, you didn’t really use official terms; you were mostly friends that worked together, now), he decided to bring you with him when he went out in Monaco (“So I told her it’s so she can make sure I don’t do anything stupid but I’m actually going to turn it around and get us drunk to the point I have to watch her,” is what he screamed in Clem's ear when introducing the two of you). You went along because you obviously couldn’t refuse going out in Monaco, and from there on you became a regular part of their friend group. Although they were good friends, Liam wasn’t necessarily a part of that friend group, but he, like every other driver, was there that night and you got along well. You started hanging out, and after your first kiss, it all felt natural. Spending an off day at his apartment, both of you doing your thing, kisses whenever you wanted and eating dinner together, you were simply enjoying some time together.

It wasn’t like you planned on not telling people, it just happened in such a way no one really noticed you two were anything but people who had mutual friends and got along well. And you liked it that way- you just had your own little thing. The sneaking away thing also started by accident- but you liked it. Plus, you had no real reason to hide your relationship, so it wouldn’t be that bad if you got caught. You avoided exposing your relationship nonetheless.

Although you’d been in a steady exclusive dating situation for a while, the actual confession came during your second season working with Marcus- you preferred to go from team to team with a driver than from driver to driver with a team. It was the first DTM race, which you came to see. “I was planning to go away anyways, and Liam invited me,” is what you told Marcus, who didn’t think anything of it (after all this time you had no idea how he still didn’t have any suspicions about your relationship). It was in his driver's room, a couple of hours before the first race. 

“Nervous?” You ask, trying to read his body language as you’re sitting on the couch. “A bit, I guess, I don’t know. Just because I haven’t been in this car, or like this type of car in general, a lot so, you know…” He doesn’t finish his sentence as you smile at him. “I know.” Liam smiles back- genuinely, and not the nervous one he’d been giving you throughout the day. You grab his hand as you drag him towards you. "Either way, no one’s going to blame you if you don’t do well, it’s your first race in this type of car, like you said," Liam stands in between your legs and looks down, opening his mouth to speak but you stop him. "No one that matters, anyways. Your mom, your friends, Alex, the team, they understand," He hesitates before looking into your eyes. "And you? The last thing I want is to disappoint you, especially since you came all the way here," you smile softly. "I’m already proud of you. I’m glad I get to spend this time with you. And seeing you in a race suit and those fireproofs is a big plus as well," Liam chuckles at this and you let go of his hand to pat the space next to you, telling him to sit down. You move to lean against the couch's arm and open your legs, allowing Liam to lean against your chest. "I’m so proud of you, you know. And I’m happy you get to do this, you deserve the seat," You run your hands through his hair, looking down at him. "Thank you," He mumbles before softly whispering, "I’m really happy you’re here.". "Me too," You say, planting a kiss on his head. "Thanks for being here. You’ve been the calmness I needed. You keep me focused. And I’m just really happy to spend time with you. You know, I know we’ve been keeping this like, low-key and all but I really like what we’re doing. And I would love to do it more. I also really like the way you blush when someone mentions that you also need a relationship or when someone comments on the hickeys I gave you. I also like how you decided to drop your vacation plans to come to the racetrack with me and I… I’m rambling again, aren’t I?" You softly laugh at his cuteness, nodding in agreement. "Point is, I want this to be like, for real. I mean it is, but like, official? We don’t have to like tell everyone, I kind of like the privacy but just… Will you be my girlfriend?" You laugh and shake your head at his manners. "I can’t take you seriously, oh my god. Yes, Liam, I would love for you to be my boyfriend. And I guess I’ll be your girlfriend as well," He smiles sitting up a bit, the two of you sitting closely. "Great, then that’s settled," you jokingly roll your eyes at his words as he pulls you in for a kiss. Before you know it, Liam is on top of you again, hands roaming your body. You pull back and look at him with a smile. "Now now mister, you have a race to do," Liam rolls his eyes, giving you one more kiss before getting off to get ready. And this cute little talk apparently gave him confidence- because he won that race. 

Your friends still didn’t know. That’s how you found yourself in this situation. "Liam, when are you bringing that girl along?" You raise your eyebrows at Marcus' question, looking at Liam sitting 2 seats further from Clem, who sits across from you. "Wait I thought you were single, you dating someone?" Clem turns around with the same confusion- though for different reasons. You were perfectly aware of Liam’s actual dating life, unlike Clem. "No, I’m not. Just because I’m not interested in mingling around, doesn’t mean I’m seeing someone," you smirk whilst taking a sip of your drink, knowing fully well that that’s a lie. "Sure bud. That’s why you showed up with hickeys every morning last weekend. Fresh ones, might I add," Liam blushes at the statement as your eyes widen a bit. You quickly distract yourself with your food as Liam struggles to get out a response. "Well, that, uh. Yeah, okay, I might be interested in someone, and it's fun. Just casual though, so I don’t think you’ll hear from her anytime soon," He talks his way out of it. "So just casual fuck, or like exclusive?" Felipe asks, genuinely interested. "I mean, neither of us really have the need to see other people, but you know, we don’t want to tie each other down. Other than to the bed," you choke at his comment, and he tries to hide his amusement at your reaction. Clem looks at you with a chuckle, "you good?". You cough, quickly thinking of an excuse. "That is not an image I needed in my head," Liam raises his eyebrows because you clearly did a couple of nights ago. Clem luckily enough talks again, so you have a quick way out. "Oh, you know her? Or is it just the image of Liam that’s too much?" You chuckle and quickly answer. "Yeah, I know who she is. I met her just this once though, she’s nice,” you quickly make up a story. 

As you’re making up some story about knowing this girl, Liam is taking off his sweater. Whether it was the conversation or just the fireplace, it was getting quite hot in the restaurant. Taking his sweater off, however, he also lifts his shirt- revealing the bruises you sucked right above his underwear. "Oh my god you’ve actually been getting some here, dude, haven’t you? Holy shit I didn’t think she’d be all the way here in Hungary, mate," Liam’s unable to speak as he realizes what he’s talking about. "Bet she’s been treating you well, then, after that pole position," Clem jokes, and Liam smirks making quick eye contact with you. "She sure did," You narrow your eyes at him as the others are now the ones with wide eyes. "Dude, you did not just… Okay, I don’t need details, have fun tonight. Let’s go onto a different subject now. Y/N, you got anyone yet?" Yeah, completely different subject Marcus. Definitely not the mystery partner you just spend an hour discussing. "Nah, I’m just chilling. I’m vibing doing whatever, I’m cool," you just casually say with your glass in your hand. "Oh, yeah you do the date with myself once a week thing, right?" You nod, you did do that- even though you were in a relationship. "Yeah, it’s fun. But no, I’m just chilling. We’ll see what happens, right?" You look at Liam again, who smiles. "Yeah, that's what I have too. Everything always works out at the right time the way it’s supposed to." And whether you ended up sharing your relationship with them the next day or the next year, at that moment, you knew that it would. 

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SLEEP BEAUTY. ⋆ ࣪.  dennis hauger x reader

warnings: swearing, I tried to make a oneshot but it is practically a drabble, bad english (?)

Request: Yes

tag list: @fictional-l0v3r; @lewiisbadger; @manonfrtalvrn; @esserenorris; @weirdlychaotic

Dennis had invited you to a party at Marcus' house and you accepted right away, you needed a distraction from your routine. After many hours that you were already partying, exhaustion took over your body and that made you stay in the situation you were in now, lying on the couch hugging Dennis who had already slept.

The sound of the music was distant and started to become a lullaby, you closed your eyes little by little until you were immersed in the sleep, in which you expected to stay that way for a long time.

Well, at least you hoped.

Marcus walked into the room you were in a few minutes after you had fallen asleep and he just couldn't pass up the opportunity. He took his cell phone from his pocket and opened the camera to take a picture of that moment that he considered extremely precious to record. Dennis had one arm wrapped around your waist and the other in your hair while you had your face buried in his chest and your legs entwined with his. As soon as the photo was taken, Marcus realized he had forgotten to take the flash out, causing Dennis to wake up.

“What the fuck, dude? What are you doing?" Dennis asks confused and rubbing his eyes.

You disperse when you feel Dennis moving and you turn to see what was happening, finding Marcus with an amused smile and his cell phone in his hands.

"You guys were so cute, I couldn't help myself…" Marcus says.

"If you post this you are a dead man." You threaten Marcus.

"Then you can consider me a dead man." He says turning his phone towards you, showing the newly published story on instagram.

You quickly get up off the couch and run after Marcus while Dennis watches with lots of laughs as the two of you run around in circles like kids.

[sikeyeehaw]

back to me | m. verstappen

pairing: max verstappen x reader word count: 1.8k words (finally something that’s a decent length) request: yes by anon: “reader is maxes girlfriend and he has a bad crash she is so worried for him. he gets checked and the medical centre at the church and is all good but she was told to wait cor him so she was crying in this driver room when he came back so was so happy that he was ok but was so scared to lose him and they just a cute 🤍”warnings: pretty angsty, liiiiight description of car crash, aaand not proofread. a/n: don’t know where this came from, i was in the middle of writing a mick fluff piece when i suddenly remembered this req. def not my best but i hope you like it!

my masterlist 

their relationship was new. just a few days after the six months mark, and it was safe to say they were both still in the honeymoon phase. 

it was all too perfect, everything he did and said made her feel in a way she never had before, and the way she touched him made him blush, tremble under her hand. 

max had always been a reserved person, keeping to himself most times, protective of himself and his loved ones. with her, though, whilst he still felt the same need to keep her just to himself, a part of him also wanted to show her off, to show the world that he was lucky enough to have such a perfect girl love him deeply. 

she held tightly to his hand, her eyes wandered around, getting lost in the mix of silver, reds, blues and whites. 

"you okay?" he asked her, she nodded, giving him a tight-lipped smile. "what is it?" he narrowed his eyes at her.

"i'm fine. just… a bit overwhelmed, i think," she shrugged, looking down at the vip pass hanging from her neck, the strap touching her necklace, the one he gave her earlier that morning. they halted their steps, his hand finding her waist to bring her close to his front.

"well, i'm here for you, yeah? anything you need you just have to tell me and i'll make it happen," he smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to her cheek. she grinned, closing her eyes as the skin he'd just touched tingled. 

she nodded, feeling her face get warm, she looked up, finding his bright blue eyes staring at her intently. 

"okay, thank you." she chuckled, feeling shy under his stare. 

later, when most drivers had already done their walk to study the track, and max was done with all his media duties, he was finally ready to give her a proper tour of the red bull hospitality. 

she chucked when they entered one of the engineers room, max looked at her.

"what?"

"the track is funny," she pointed to a picture of the track layout. "sorry, i'm just being dumb," she shook her head lightly, taking a step back to leave the room.

"hey, no, you're right. most times just because they want to add more turns and curves, it ends up looking very weird. but i assure you, the view of it changes once you're down there," he said, throwing an arm over her shoulders.

"i believe you," she nodded.

"none of that, you'll see it for yourself. if you want to, of course, i-"

"sure, i'd like that," she nodded. 

their own private track wall that thursday evening wouldn't be the last time she'd step foot on the track.

sunday, fifteen minutes before the green light, she and max made their way to the track. unfortunately, his qualifying hadn't been that great, so he'd start in the middle of the field. it wasn't that difficult to overtake in that specific track, but he still had to be careful. 

the track was loud. so loud and busy. she had her back against a wall, watching as max got ready, putting on his white balaclava. as he tucked his hair in, he locked eyes with her, a smile appearing on his face, she noticed it because the corners of his eyes crinkled, the apples of his cheeks rising. 

he paused his ritual, walking to her, his helmet hanging from his hand.

“no good luck kiss?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. she chuckled, biting her lip, her heart started beating fast inside her chest. 

“right now? here?” she asked, looking at everything behind him. he nodded, grabbing the top of the white balaclava and removing it. “okay,” she breathed, placing her hands on his chest. she stood on her tiptoes, pressing her lips against the corner of his lips. “if you win this race you’ll get a real kiss, deal?” she whispered in his ear, placing another kiss right below.

“not fair.” he narrowed his eyes as she laughed. she grabbed the balaclava from his hands and put it on for him, adjusting it. 

“your hair looks funny in there. i like it, it looks fluffy,” 

“you tease. fine, i’ll win this race for you, and i want you waiting in my room for me, yeah?”

“fine. i’ll be waiting. you make it back in one piece.”

“i will.”

“good. i think you need to go, everyone else is getting in their cars.” she watched over his shoulder. she threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down. “good luck. i love you.”

“i love you too,” he slid an arm around her back, she felt the helmet against her. with his free hand he held her face, pressing his forehead against hers. “come back to me. i’ll see you after the race.”

“see you after.”

-

it all happened so fast. chaos ensued as max became a passenger to the accident. she held her breath as she watched him slide across the run-off area, crashing against the barriers. it was a hard hit, and it felt like life was leaving her body as she, and everyone else inside the red bull garage waited for him to answer through the radio. 

she stood up, standing right in front of the screens. she watched the medical car arrive at the crash, marshals were already there, but were all covering her view of the cockpit. she looked to her side, tears welling up in her eyes as she met gianpiero lambiase’s. max’s race engineer looked worried, and that broke her. 

it felt like being underwater, first her ears were ringing, they started to hurt from the sudden quietness that appeared one second. the loud screams and cheers had turned into a deafening silence. the ringing in her ears turned into a dull filter. it was like she was hearing everything from so far away.

gianpiero had a small desk area in front of him, one of his hands was pushing the button to the radio, she saw his lips moving, a slight desperation in his eyes as he waited for a response. 

she walked to him, opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out, there was a knot in her throat as she stared at gp. 

every second that passed felt like an eternity, her mind was coming up with the worst scenarios, each worse than the last. it was too much. it wasn’t fair. he had to be okay. 

her lips trembled as she watched him take a deep breath, then press the button to the radio and talk.

“got it. help is there,” gp nodded, immediately jumping back to work mode, “they’ll be taking you to the medical center for a check-up. don’t fight it.” he informed max. “happy to hear you’re okay.”

tears were falling freely, she didn’t even try to wipe them away, just pressed her hands to her face and let herself cry all the worry away. she felt a hand on her shoulder, and looked up to see gp giving her a small smile.

“he’s okay. he was a little winded but he’s alright, yeah?” gp told her, he spoke softly, as if afraid that speaking too loud, too quickly might break her. “he’s okay.” he repeated.

“he’s okay,” she whispered, “he’s okay.” she mumbled between sobs. she wiped the tears from her face, nodding. “y-you said he needed to… to be checked out?” 

“it’s just protocol. after a crash like that… it doesn’t mean that he’s hurt, yeah? just a little check-up. we just have to wait for him to come back.”

“okay. i… i need to-” she didn’t finish her answer, just turned around, walking through all the people, keeping her head down as she left the garage. she pressed her back against the wall, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down. 

she needed to be alone. everything was happening too fast now. the loud cars were louder and closer now that they were all in the pit lane after the session had been red flagged. all the teams were running around, the paddock felt somehow busier. she ran. inside the red bull hospitality, passed by everyone inside, didn’t stop. climbed the stairs, reached max’s room and shut the door behind her. she pressed her back against it, sliding down until she was sitting on the floor. 

and she cried.

cried because this wasn’t how the day was supposed to go.

cried because if… something had happened, she wouldn’t have been able to tell him goodbye. because she’d missed the chance to taste his lips one last time.

she cried for their future, for the plans they had.

she cried because she loved him. and it was scary to love someone so much, that just the thought of them slipping away was enough to break her. 

but he was okay. he was okay and he would be back with her after being checked out. 

he’d come back to her. 

minutes ticked by, the tears hadn’t stopped, but were less and less as time passed by. she was shaking, sitting now on a chair by the corner, her foot tapping against the floor, she was biting her nails, and picking at the sensitive skin of her cuticles. 

the door opened, startling her. she looked up, seeing max walking in, and it was a sight she’d never take for granted ever again.

she was on her feet in a heartbeat, arms wrapped around him instantly, pulling him close to her. her hand went up to his hair, pushing him closer as her tears fell and seemed to not want to stop anytime soon. 

“i’m okay,” he said, wrapping his arms around her softly, “i’m here.”

she nodded, keeping her face hidden in his neck. they stood there, wrapped in each other’s embrace until thair arms hurt, until her tears dried up and the fear went away.

“i’m sorry i scared you.” he whispered, “gp told me how afraid you looked and i-”

“i was… so terrified and-” she shook her head, leaning back to look at him. she scanned his face, seeing every freckle there, “when you weren’t answering i… i thought the worst.”

“i’m so sorry. i just- it felt like i got the wind knocked out of me, and i couldn’t… think.” she placed a hand on his cheek, caressing it softly.

“i was afraid i was going to lose you, i-”

“no, you’re not getting rid of me that easily,” he assured her, “we’ve still got a long way to go, you and i.”

she took a deep breath as he spoke, he held her chin up, a small smile on the corners of his lips.

“please don’t do that ever again. don’t scare me like that, i… i don’t know if i’ll survive it,”

“i promise. like i said, you’re not getting rid of me. i’ll always come back to you.”

[sikeyeehaw]

ironic // george russell

summary: george and y/n are finally tying the knot, but trust everything to go wrong that weekend, in all of the right ways. inspired by a selection of verses from ‘ironic’ by alanis morrissette

it’s like rain on your wedding day

pairing: george russell x wife!reader

warnings: dramatic irony, mentions of omens from the universe. I do a little bit of projecting. alex and charles are the reason george is almost late for his wedding. ive only ever had a proper manicure once so its probably unrealistic as hell.

authors note: welcome to the end of the cozy collection 2022 !! i hope you enjoyed it, and im really looking forward to bringing you guys the christmas collection later in november.

reference points: (wedding dress) (george's suit) (the altar)(the song she’ll walk down the aisle to)(engagement ring)(blanket station)(wedding cake)

kings lynn, norfolk.

george russell was on top of the world.

it was a feeling better than winning the formula 2 championship, or getting pole position in hungary, or even when he was signed to mercedes. because in just forty-eight hours, the love of his life would become mrs. russell.

what he was not looking forward to, was when she would leave. keeping with radition, the bride and groom were to spend forty-eight hours apart, sleeping in different beds and not allowed to see each other under any circumstance, until they saw each other again at the outdoor ceremony.

"baby, lily's here." y/n murmured softly against george's lips. "i have to go."

"i don't want you to leave." the mercedes driver responded, chasing the kiss. "i want to stay here with you, for the rest of my life."

y/n giggled, pulling away and gently tapping geroge on the end of his nose with the pads of her finger. "its just two days, and then we have three whole weeks together on the french coast."

"two days is too long."

"but you'll be with charles and alex, having a bros weekend."

"it's a bros weekend every time i go to a race, darling." george persists, trying to get his bride to be to stay with him. "do you have the dress?"

"lily has it, and alex has your suit. i really need to go, georgie."

"okay." the brit relented, giving y/n a tight hug before letting her go. "i miss you already."

"see you soon, husband."

its a black fly in your chardonnay

they were in a pub in norfolk, a secluded table by the back, large bottle of chardonnay in the middle of the table. lily he and charlotte sine sat at the head of the table, left in charge of planning the entire schedule while their boyfriends kept george occupied. a few of y/n's college friends were there as well, but just for the dinner rather than the whole weekend.

"i propose a toast!" charlotte proclaimed, popping the bottle open. "to the future mrs. russell!"

the girls around the table echoed that sentiment, y/n hiding her face in her hands as she laughed. "go ahead and tell the whole pub, won't you."

"so," taylor, one of her roomates in college was the first to ask "are you nervous for the wedding."

"a little. it's a little scary, you know. the whole 'commitment for life' thing. not that i see george and i ever having problems, im just thinking 'but what if we do'?"

"sweetie, if i can deal with charles for as long as i have, you can spend the rest of your life with george." charlotte joked. "i've never seen two people more made for each other."

"can i get an amen?" lily quipped, raising her glass to the ceiling.

"amen!" the table chorused, also raising their glasses.

"to y/n and george!" taylor added, clinking glasses with the bride-to-be.

when y/n brought the glass to her lips, a small shape floating in the chardonnay stopped her. scrunching up her nose, she lowered the glass, eyes zeroing in on the the dark shape in her wine.

"there's a fly in my drink! this is an omen." she panicked, placing the glass back down on the table. "something is going to go wrong at that wedding, i can already tell."

"sweetie, i think you're overthinking this." lily frowned, rubbing her hands up and down y/n's arms. "let's just get you another glass and get shitfaced."

"that sounds like a really good idea."

it's the good advice that you just didn't take

george could be a moody bastard when he wanted to be, and alex and charles were learning that very quickly as they stood at the tee of the golf hole, waiting for charles to hit the small white ball.

"you guys have been apart for six hours. it's not a big deal, george. goddamn, are you whipped." alex remarked, clapping the groom on the shoulder.

"i can't remember the last time we were apart for more than a normal workday. or woken up without her in the bed next to me, inhaling the scent of her shampoo." george whined as charles finally took the shot. "i miss her like hell, give me a break."

"i told you this was a bad idea." alex insisted. "i knew that you couldn't stand to be away from her for this long."

george rolled his eyes. staying apart hadn't been his idea. after enlisting his mother to help with the wedding planning, mrs. russell had insisted on good old british tradition, and he was too much of a mama's boy to say no.

he figured that it was the least he could do, and that it would all be worth it when he got to hold y/n again, or when he saw her walking down the aisle to the song they had picked together, an acoustic cover of ‘mr brightside’, the song that was playing in the pub the night that they had their first kiss.

"even when she's at work, we still text each other. we've grown attached."

"as all couples do." charles agreed. "but she has you wrapped around her finger tighter than that engagement ring, mate."

"if you hadn't told charlotte to confiscate her phone for the weekend, i wouldn't be so miserable right now."

"may i remind you that i also have your phone? no contact, remember? not until the wedding."

"not until the wedding." george mocked in a high-pitched whine as he stepped up to take the shot, balancing the small plastic golf ball on the metal tee. "you're evil, charlie. pure evil."

the mercedes driver swung the golf club, using it like a walking stick to rest his weight on as he watched the golf ball soar across the course.

behind him, still leaning against the cart, alex checked his phone, reading through a message from lily.

"i bet you're going to wish you took dear old dad's advice and decided to move the ceremony indoors."

panic shot through geroge's veins. "what?"

"lily just said that the chance of rain on saturday just shot up from 10% to 25%. if it rains during your outdoor ceremony, it's not gonna look good."

"fuck! does y/n know?"

alex shook his head. "lily hasn't told her."

"she's already worried enough, tell lily not to say anything. besides, there's still only a small chance of rain, right?"

"whatever you say, buddy." charles laughed, clapping george on the shoulder

life has a funny, funny way of sneaking up on you

the salon had an airy, yet energetic feel to it as y/n sat perched in the white leather chair, a table between her and the esthetician as the young woman delicately painted her tan french tips.

"this still feels so unreal." she remarked, one hand still underneath the blue light fan that would dry the clear base coat on her fingernails.

"i guess life has a funny way of sneaking up on you, doesn't it?" charlotte said knowingly, around the same time as an alanis morrissette song began to play in the background.

'ironic', which was ironic since the sine girl had just inadvertently quoted one of the lyrics.

"seriously, guys. i didn't think that this was ever going to happen for me, that i was going to go through life not knowing what romantic love was, what it felt like to love and be loved, so to speak. never on earth did i imagine that i'd meet someone like george. because i didn't think little old me was the kind of girl that would attract someone as incredible and beautiful and sweet as him."

"stop selling yourself short, sweetheart." lily said softly. "the past is in the past, and george is everything you ever wanted."

y/n sighed. "i just feel like tomorrow i could wake up and realize that this has all been some cruel dream, that i'm going to wake up alone and miserable."

lily took her hand out of the blue light machine and reached across to y/n's seat, with the golfer pinching the bride's skin between her fingers. y/n jumped, the esthetician tsking as she used a q-tip coated in acetone to fix the nail design.

"lily muni he, what was that for!?"

"to make sure that you're not dreaming and remind you that this is real, and you're allowed to be happy now."

y/n's face softened, some of the anxiety subsiding as she grounded herself in the moment.

this is real. i've found the one.

"thanks, lily. you truly are the best bridesmaid i could ever ask for."

"hey!" charlotte shouted in mock hurt, a smile on her face. "what about me?"

a traffic jam when you're already late

george russell was woken up by harsh sunlight and yelling. and then hitting, as alex albon ran around the bad, battering the groom's body with a pillow as he encouraged ( well, more like threatened ) the mercedes driver out of bed.

"what the hell is wrong with you guys?" george said groggily, looking over at charles, who had just ripped the drapes open

"we overslept." the monegasque said simply, striding over the the walk in closet. "alex, where did you put the suits?"

george sat up, exhausted and still half asleep. falling asleep the night before had been hard. after just forty-eight hours, y/n's side of the bed had already started to lose her signature scent, the smell of warm vanilla and cinnamon in the bath and body works lotion that she lathered on before bed. they had spent so long together that it had been two years since the driver had slept in a bed alone.

"how did we oversleep? you wankers were supposed to wake me."

alex shrugged. "that couch you have in the den is mighty comfortable."

"so is the guest bedroom." charles agreed, exiting the closet with three garment bags in his arms. "put this on before we go, we can do your flowered pin thingy and your hair in the car."

approximately half an hour later, after a rushed breakfast and some spilled coffee as charles tried to keep everybody organized, the wedding party was on the road.

until they weren't.

"bloody hell, alex!" george shouted from the backseat of the mercedes. "we've been stuck in traffic for forty five minutes! y/n is probably pacing the altar, scared half to death that i've left her there!"

"the gps said there wasn't any traffic!"

"what have i said about trusting that thing! half the time it doesn't even work! google maps said there was traffic, the news said there was traffic! but because the gps system said there wasn't, you thought 'why the fuck not'?"

"stop moving or you'll ruin your hair!" charles scolded the brit, trying to work the hair gel through geroge's amber locks

alex switched gears on the car, reversing slightly and pulling off of the country road onto the grass, tentatively pulling ahead of the traffic while other commuters who were stuck in the fray turned to look at the sports car pulling off the road with anger, shock and a little bit of envy.

charles looked around nervously "alex, mate, what the fuck are you doing?"

"getting georgie boy to his wedding on time." alex grinned. "hold on to your seats, this is going to be unpleasant." he said simply before gunning the engine.

it's like meeting the man of my dreams, and then meeting becoming his beautiful wife

"stop pacing, you're going to ruin your shoes!"

"my shoes are the last thing i care about right now, taylor! where the fuck is george?"

they had been waiting at the venue for almost and hour for george to show up. the guests were sitting in their outdoor chairs, humming nervously with each other as they wrapped themselves in the blankets from the baskets placed at the end of each row. susie wolff was sitting near the front with her husband toto and their son jack, and she turned around to look at y/n sympathetically, the entire wedding wondering where the groom's half of the wedding party was.

"i'm sure he's on his way." charlotte insisted. "he's with alex and charles."

"forgive me if that doesn't instill me with a lot of confidence."

"alex isn't answering his phone." lily frowned. "knowing him, that means the radio in his car is on the fritz again. he probably listened to the gps and got them stuck in traffic."

"why don't i call charles?" charlotte offered

y/n opened her mouth, about to charlotte that it was a wonderful idea, when lewis hamilton's shout carried across the setup. "they're here!"

eyes widening, lily ushered y/n back into the tent where they had spent the morning getting ready, and where the reception for the outdoor wedding would be held, despite her insistence that she wanted to see her husband-to-be, with lily claiming that she would see her groom soon enough, after her father had walked her down the aisle.

soon enough, after some floundering around from the groom's part of the ceremony, as well as the time it took to get the audience to quiet down, the ceremony began, with the acoustic version of mr brightside echoing through the field, none other than lando norris behind the table, cell phone in hand as he tried his hardest to be a dj given the limited supplies that were outside of the tent.

george walked down the aisle first, followed by charles and alex, with the four boys taking their place at the altar. lewis hamilton stood behind the lectern, honored to be asked to speak at his teammates ceremony.

the bridesmaids came out first: charlotte, lily and taylor. george sucked in a breath, nervously smoothing the front of his earthen brown suit as y/n came out of the tent, arm linked through her father's. the audience promptly rose to their feet, and george's eyes were glued to his bride as she walked down the aisle, nervousness evident on her face as her father looked like he was holding back tears.

her mother took the bouquet from her as her parents sat down in the front row, music fading out as y/n stood in front of her bridesmaids, resisting the urge to reach for geroge's hands.

she'd only been to three weddings in her lifetime, she was the first of her friends to get married, so how was she supposed to know what she was supposed to do on her special day, standing in front of the man she loved more than anything.

george broke first, taking his bride's hands in his. her hands were cold, probably from being outside in the cotswold cold. as lewis began to speak, he locked eyes with her, mouthing 'i love you'.

she smiled, blowing him a kiss back.

it's like rain on your wedding day

two hours later, the ceremony was over, and everyone had gone into the tent to thaw out for the reception, space heaters turned on and lando behind the dj booth, while the wedding party plus lewis all stayed outside for wedding photos, trying so many arrangements and configurations that they were all fed up with the photographer by the time it was time to just take portraits of the bride and groom, with the sun dipping behind the clouds.

geroge twirled his bride around, pulling her in close for a sweet kiss, a stupid grin on his face.

"my beautiful mrs. russell." he said dremaily, holding her close as they stared lovingly into each other's eyes, the photographer snapping pictures behind him.

"i love you." she smiled, kissing him softly as the photographer took another shot. "and i can't wait to spend the rest of my life loving you more and more every day."

and that's when the first droplet fell, hitting y/n right in the forehead. she recoiled, george following suit as a droplet broke apart on his skin.

"is that rain?"

"you said it wasn't supposed to rain!"

alex cleared his throat, already stripping out of his suit jacket to hold over lily's head as a shield. "yeah, about that.."

the rain just kept coming down, the happy couple too stunned to really do anything until susie came bounding out of the tent, blazer in hand, eager to get the bride inside before her tulle dress was ruined.

they ran across the field, y/n bunching up the dress in her hands as she stumbled along on her heels, giggling and laughing as george followed, laughing equally as hard and using his own suit jacket to cover his head.

the photographer was behind them, snapping pictures all the way.

it’s like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife

once they were safely inside the tent, space heaters warming up their insides, a cream coloured hoodie with the date embroidered on the hood and ‘mrs russell’ printed on the back pulled over the upper half of her body to keep y/n warm, it was time to divvy up the wedding cake.

they stood in front of the triple-tiered cake, y/n carefully removing the two ceramic owl toppers that were on the top of the cake, gently setting them down on one of the ikea plates. she kissed george gently, and lando began to play my chemical romance’s ‘bulletproof heart’ in the background as the groom began to look for the knife.

“toto!” he shouted, turning his head to try and find the mercedes team principal. “you were with the caterers when they set up, have you seen the knife?”

the austrian looked up from the table he was sitting at with his son. “is there not a knife up there already?”

“would I be asking if there was?”

susie shook her head, smacking her husband in the shoulder as she got up, rushing over to the rolling cutlery cart behind the table where the cake was set up.

she rooted through the cutlery for a good five minutes before turning back to the shoulder couple. “there aren’t any spoons, loves!”

y/n rolled her eyes. “susie, just give me a spoon. nothing else has gone right today, so I’m just gonna say fuck it at this point!”

the tent cheered, and susie smiled as she brought over a large golden spoon. george stood behind his wife, his warm hands over hers as they used the edge of the serving spoon to make the first cut into the soft pastry of the cake, camera flashes going off in front of them as they laughed.

“I love you, mrs. russell.” george said softly, kissing her cheek.

“I love you even more, mr. russell.”

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l'll be right by your side

pairing⁀➷ lando norris x fem!reader

word count⁀➷ 600 more or less

summary⁀➷ “I know you're hurting but that's alright. Because even the strongest people, they feel weak sometimes"

warnings⁀➷ breakup, crying, use of nickname (cupcacke), female reader, fluff, use of y/n, pining maybe?

a/n⁀➷ (as always, tell me if I missed a warning pls) This is based on a song I found on TikTok a while ago before the original song was released. (it’s by jonah kagen & ryan mack)

It was a relationship that would last forever. Your one true love. At least that was what you thought.

"It just isn't the same between us anymore. I don't… feel the same." you looked at him, your heart felt heavy. You knew what he was going to say, yet you asked him, "What do you mean?" your voice nearly on the edge of breaking apart.

"I'm breaking up with you , y/n." he said. You felt the tears building up in your eyes but you refused to cry in front of him. You knew that if you opened your mouth right now, you wouldn't be able to hold the tears back.

So you just nodded. You couldn't believe it, you didn't want to.

He felt like your love story.

And when he left, it felt like he took your heart with him too.

Not thinking, you just put on your shoes and a hoodie.

The tears were now streaming down your face. You knew where you wanted to go and it was as if you knew it was going to be alright the moment you would arrive.

The night was silent, you felt the cold night air wrapping itself around you like a blanket. It wasn't a log walk but on your way, you felt like you were coming closer to your safe place with every step you took.

You knocked on the door and hit the bell twice. A signal you always did, 'showing' it was you. You heard someone literally running towards the door and then, seconds after you knocked, the door opened.

"Cupcake.." Lando saw your tears and stopped in his tracks. He didn't say anything he just took your hand and dragged you in. While he closed the door you had already made your way to the couch. Lando took a blanket and wrapped it around you.

"You don't have to talk. It's alright,” he soothed you, “I know you're hurting. You are one of the strongest people know, but even the strongest people feel weak sometimes.” His warm hand, much larger than yours, drew circles your back.

“It's alright, shh." he said and you cuddled up to his chest.

"He... he broke up with me." You almost whispered. Tears were now running down you cheeks again, Lando wiped them away with his hands and stroked your hair. You couldn't hold it in and you knew you didn't have to. You were safe. You felt safe. And so you cried.

"Thank you." you said, still sobbing. He was everything you needed, he was your safe place. "Cupcake, you know that when you need me l'll be right by your side. Forever."

If you only knew.

You were laying on the couch for some time until you stopped crying. It was like when you were little. When you fell off your bike and scraped up your knee, when you didn't get invited to the birthday party in Kindergarten. Lando has always been there for you.

Ever since you could think. He saved you ever since you could think.

"He is an idiot for not wanting to be with you." he said with a hint of bitterness in his voice.

You glanced up at him, a small smile on your lips. "You save me every time, you know? I'd be lost without you."

Lando smiled at you and gave you a kiss on your hairline. "I promise, lil try to make your days a little brighter, Cupcake. And when you need me I will be right by your side." he whispered. From time to time, he placed a soft kiss on your head, just like he did before.

Your eyelids felt heavy and just before you couldn’t fight it anymore you heard Lando’s voice, barely above a whisper, so quiet you thought you just imagined it. “I love you.”

And when you laid there, cuddled up in Lando's arms drifting off to sleep, you realized that your love story wasn't finished.

It had just begun.

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Reposts are always appreciated, they really make my day🧡

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B. [HOLD] + Lando

i guess everyone loves a good comfort blurb huh. here u go nonnie

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prompts: so you had a bad day - [ HOLD ]: as soon as the receiver opens the door and realizes the sender is there, sender wordlessly opens their arms out, and gives the receiver a warm, sorely needed hug.

it must've been at least two hours of constant screaming and cursing from lando, and you were getting mildly concerned. he disappeared behind that door not too long ago, with a promise that he won't be long and just wanted to play a couple games with charles, alex, and george.

but two hours was definitely beyond the 'won't be too long' mark and you decided to knock on the door of his gaming room to check up on him. you tap the door twice with your knuckles and you can hear shuffling in the room.

"yeah babe?" lando calls out through the closed door.

"just checking on you, if you wanted water or something..."

the door opens slightly, revealing a smiling lando. he's clad in a black hoodie and matching sweatpants, headphones resting around his neck. you can hear the faintly hear george and alex screaming at each other about god only knows what, and lando rolls his eyes. he leans against the door frame, shaking his head. "no i'm okay love. do you want to come say hi to the guys? and the viewers?"

you shake your head, "no no, i don't want to intrude. just checking in on you, making sure you're okay." you push his messy curls away from his forehead and he smiles.

"i'm okay sweetheart. i'll be out soon." he leans down, pressing a sweet kiss on your lips.

"okay. good luck."

and with that you turn on your heel and walk towards the living room. you hear the door shut, and lando telling the boys to shut up about something. another hour or so passes by, this time you're too distracted with a new book to really care how long your boyfriend has been streaming at this point.

it's when you hear a loud and distressed fuck coming from that very room, do you tear your eyes away from the pages in front of you. your curiosity is peaked, even more so over the immediate silence that follows the loud cry. your feet pitter patter towards the door again, knocking once. but there's no answer. you hear clicking on the other side of the door, and very minimal movement. you knock again, and still no answer.

"fuck!" he screams again, pushing his chair back slightly and huffing in his chair.

you knock again, and this time the door swings open to reveal a very pouty lando. your eyes are wide with worry as you stare up at him, the look on your face enough to show him you're wondering what's wrong.

"they sabotaged me." he whines.

you have to fight the giggle threatening to bubble from your chest. instead you open your arms, trying to smile sympathetically. he flops into your arms as you wrap him in a tight hug. you rub his back, kissing his shoulder. you feel his arms wrap around your middle, holding you tightly.

"my poor baby." he pulls away, a pout still present on his lips. you kiss his protruding bottom lip. "i think it's time to sign off."

he nods, "i think so."

you follow him over to the desk, waving at the camera. the three boys on the screen return the gesture before giving lando grief for signing off after a terrible game.

"alright guys, i'm gonna go now. gonna get sympathy cuddles from my girlfriend now."

fluff party!

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hii! could you do some domestic fluff for pierre or charles? having a day off, making dinner together, watching a movie and dozing off on the couch, that kinda stuff. either with or without kids, i feel like those two would be very chaotic dads!

Family time - Pierre Gasly

It was one of those rare days were you didn't have to work and Pierre was home, the kids missed school for the day, so you were all home relaxing and spending time together. "We should cook something amour." Then the idea came to mind. "Why don't we all cook together this time." You look at your 4 year old daughter and your 6 year old son.

You all went to the kitchen to start on dinner. Pierre getting out the ingredients, the kids washing their hands, and you were getting out the pots and pans. "Let's teach these beauties how to cook something."

You ended up cooking most of it with Pierre since the kids got tired, but you didn't mind, any chance you got to be alone with your husband even when doing the most domestic thing ever, was precious to you.

After dinner you decided to look for something to show the kids while Pierre cleaned the kitchen. "Hurry up my love, I think you will enjoy this one." When Pierre sat down next to you with a kid under his arm and you in the other, you pressed play on the video. Pierre immediately recognized the soft music, "I will never forget that day." He said as he watched your wedding video in awe.

You answered all the questions about your wedding that the kids had. About how uncle Charles lost the rings and about how their dad was so nervous he had to go for a drive to calm down. The kids dozed off after a while so it was just you and Pierre, "You know, marrying you was the best decision I've ever had." You could tear up just thinking about the beautiful family he had given you.

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Already Home || Chapter 2 - Flying Dutchman

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pairing: max verstappen x female!reader, mentions of charles leclerc x female!reader genre: friends to lovers, kind of slow burn, angst, fluff and comfort !tw!: swearing, drinking, brief mentions of catcalling, insecurities, negative thoughts, mental breakdown (as a famous anonymous quote says, “All the time you need to read the disclaimers”) other notes: loosely based on the Dutch GP 2022 word count: 9.9k I wanted to thank you for reading and liking chapter 1! ♥ Hope you’ll enjoy this one too!

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Birthday Blues - g. russell

a/n: this is purely a self-indulgent fic for my own birthday

warnings: none really, kind of a tiny bit sad at the start but there’s a happy ending

word count: 1.4k

summary: even though you know that your assumption is unrealistic, you can’t help but wonder if George has forgotten about your birthday. Yet, unbeknownst to you, he always has a plan up his sleeve.

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A plain, white ceiling is not the most interesting thing to stare at. 

A plain, white ceiling is in fact a rather mundane thing in itself, but its prosaic simplicity allows you to focus on what you’re thinking rather than what you’re seeing. 

Another year gone by, another 365 days worth of memories, ranging from exhilarating to romantic to, on the worse days, disheartening. Yet, a singular constant throughout all the days - good or bad, joyful or tearful - has always been George.

You smile slightly to yourself as you hear his soft snores filling the room and turn onto your side to see him sleeping oh so peacefully, obviously comfortable and cosy after having hogged the entire duvet in his sleep. Seeing him all wrapped up and warm suddenly makes you realise that you are in fact feeling rather chilly, so you shuffle closer to him, sliding under the duvet and wrapping your arms around him.

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wheel to wheel

pairing; f1 x female-driver! reader

warnings; car crash, mentions of alcohol, cursing

summary; alpha tauri’s first female driver has a day.

word count; 3.7k 

a/n; part one of a multi chapter fic! will be an eventual driver x reader, just not sure which driver yet lololol. also i wrote the first half of this before the race, which is why a lot of the results don’t line up whoops

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TURN 1 INCIDENT INVOLVING CARS 6 (LAT), 4 (NOR), 12 (Y/L/N) NOTED — CAUSING A COLLISION

“Are you okay, are you okay?”

The muffled voice of your engineer repeated over the radio.

“I’m fine.” You mumbled back. Not waiting to hear a confirmation, you began maneuvering out of your seat, careful to avoid any scraps of metal torn off the body of the car.

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lia's lion (pierre gasly x reader)

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summary: y/n misplaces something very important to hers and pierre's daughter.

words: 1.5k

warnings: none!

what a way to come back from the dead, i've just been super busy the last couple of months and haven't even had time to read let alone write!

anyway i'm like a quarter back so enjoy this!

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as soon as baby lia was born, charles leclerc, her uncle, made it his mission to be her favourite, despite only being the girls god father. pierre encouraged it, he loved watching his bestfriend interact with his daughter. however her favourite uncle had always been her mothers twin brother, mick schumacher. he didn't even have to try little lia gasly would light up with joy when she saw him.

mick constantly teased charles about it knowing how desprately the monegasque man wanted to be the german-french girls favourite.

charles got his wish eventually on lia's second birthday. she'd opened the gift and both her parents saw how she lit up with a face that could only be described as love. a plushie lion was in her hands and she hugged it close. "what did uncle charles get you?" y/n asked crouching by daughter.

"lia's lion! lia's lion!" she showed her mum jumping out of excitement.

"go say thank you" y/n encouraged the toddler who ram over to charles and charlotte giving them both massive hugs.

"merci! merci!" she hugged them both tightly and charles couldn't wipe the smile off his face.

lia had a thing for lions since she was born, she loved the things. she'd watch hours and hours of lion documentaries just staring in awe, her favioute helmet was max's because it had a lion on it and her favioute outfit was a dungaree dress that had a little lion embroidered on it. so charles had knocked second birthdays out of the park.

"i think you've been dethroned" pierre told mick who feigned annoyance letting out a huff at which charles laughed at.

since lia's lion joined lia's life, they had gone everywhere together. litterally everywhere. lion had it's own seat at the table, lion had to be with lia at bathtime, lion had the same bed time as lia, lion went shopping with lia, lion went to the races with lia, lion went to visit family with lia, lion went to church with lia. lion was lia's everything.

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"mama, where lion?" lia asked standing in her bedroom, dressed in pyjamas, covered in lions of course.

y/n frowned looking round the room. lion should be in here, normally it's put back in her daughters room if it's just laying about. "scheisse" she muted under her breath. lion was not where it should be. they'd gone all over the place today. they'd gone to the supermarket then to micks and then her parents. lion could be anywhere.

"lion" the girl burst out into uncontrollable tears. that damn plushie was her everything. "lion, lion" she repeated over and over again. fuck.

"lia, let's have a look, i'm sure lions somewhere" y/n reassured her voice not even sounding convincing.

lia sobbed harder and harder as they searched the top floor of the house to find nothing. they made their way downstairs and y/n knew the toy wasn't there but she hoped that it would miraculously turn up.

with no luck, y/n bounced the toddler in her arms desprately tying to soothe the toddler but it would not work. the only thing that would stop the cries was the lion.

"lion!" her daughter cried.

"i know lia, i know" y/n tried but it was no use. pierre walked though the front door and immediately regretted doing so. the cries of his daughter echoed though the whole house.

"what's wrong?" pierre asked walking into the living room. y/n immediately regretted letting the toy out her sight. pierre looked exhausted. he hadn't been sleeping very well recently with a possible move away from the security of redbull on the table. that plus the long days at work had clearly caught up with him.

"papa,lion!" lia cried to her dad and the look on pierres face was almost begging y/n.

tell me you have not lost that lion.

the look she gave him back made pierre sigh heavily. "y/n!" he groaned annoyed collapsing onto the sofa. they knew the devastation that would be caused by losing their daughters beloved lion and had both decided that it would never be left out of sight.

"lion" lia sniffed too sad to call out for her favourite thing in the world.

"oh baby" y/n held her daughter close sitting on the sofa.

"papa" lia sniffed reaching for dad. pierre took her into his arms even though he had a thumping headache and a crying toddler was the last thing he needed.

"i'm sorry lia" pierre stroked the girls head as she cried silently into his shirt. "where have you been?" pierre asked y/n.

"everywhere" she sighed. "we went food shopping, to micks, my parents" she told her partner. he put his daughter onto the sofa who was still crying but too exhausted to do anything but sit and cry.

"okay" pierre stood up grabbing his car keys. "i'm going to find that lion" he stated.

"the shop closes in 30 minutes" y/n told him implying that he wouldn't make it.

"lia needs her lion and i'm a f1 driver, she's getting her lion" he confirmed. regardless of how tired he was. lion was his daughters everything and she was his everything. "i'll call your brother in the car" he told her leaving as quickly as he arrived.

"lion" lia looked at her mama desprately unable to think of anything else.

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"pierre everything okay?" mick asked though the car speakers sounding tired himself.

"no, your sisters driving me insane." he stated. y/n and pierre had been together five years. they were happy of course and very much in love. however the birth of their daughter turned them into a married couple. they weren't, wouldn't be for a while. they just didn't want to get married yet.

"how come?" mick asked.

"lion's gone missing" pierre broke and mick hissed.

"i don't remember lion being out at mine but my parents maybe?" mick sugested.

"i'm gonna check the shop first, lia can't even go to the bathroom without lion, she must've started the day with it" pierre concluded. "do you mind dropping your mom a call for me?" he asked.

"yeah of course don't worry, ask charles where he got it from if you have to get a new one" mick sugested.

"smart" pierre nodded.

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no lion. the shop worker looked at pierre apologetically. he was in sweats and his alpha tauri t-shirt. the bags under his eyes were very prominent and his skin was dull. both the shop worker and pierre knew sleep wasn't an option for him tonight. "good luck" they smiled apologetically.

returning to y/n and lia the cries were still leaving lia but they were quieter. the girl was going to cry herself to sleep.

"lia i'm sorry" y/n told her daughter who let out a sigh seeing her dad return empty handed.

"mama! why!?" lia looked at her mum her heart breaking. her daughter was angry at her.

"lia, i said i was sorry" she looked at pierre taken aback by her.

"lia, it was a mistake she didn't mean too" pierre sat next to y/n and his daughter huffed. "do you want to try sleep?" he asked her. she looked so tired. it was bang on 11, five hours past bedtime.

"not without lion" she shook her head.

the doorbell rang. odd.

"i'll get it" y/n got of the sofa opening it to see her brother. "mick?" she asked.

"i have a delivery for lia gasly" mick said loud enough for the girl to hear. showing y/n the lion.

"thank you" she told him exhaustedly her twin simply smiling at her.

"what it is!?" lia called from the living room.

"i was talking to your oma and she said that you'd left someone very special with opa" mick nodded. "i had to go and get them straight away because they were really missing you lia" mick showed her the lion making it wave.

"lion!" lia exclaimed and pierre let out the breath he'd been holding.

"danke uncle mick!" she jumped off the sofa launching into micks arm. "danke, danke! papa, mama! uncle mick brought back lion" she showed her parents squeezing the lion tightly.

"you and lion have had a long day, shall we get you to bed lia?" y/n asked.

"can papa do it?" she asked.

"i think papas a little tired"

"of course i can"

"it's fine" pierre smiled at his girlfriend scooping his daughter into his arms.

"danke mick" y/n smiled at her brother.

"reckon i've dethroned charles?" he asked his twin with a smirk on his face.

"oh definitely. he's gonna be pissed" she nodded with a chuckle.

charles was infact pissed.

~fin~

daddy!pierre for my comeback, of course.

[sikeyeehaw]

The Three times Gina nearly catches you. And the time you come clean

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Reader

Request: hi, hope all is well with you!! I would like to ask Mick Schumacher in which the reader is Gina’s best friend are in a relationship but are scared to tell the family and they ended up in a lot of weird and funny situations trying Pretend they are nothing to each other. 

Warnings: 

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[sikeyeehaw]

a little longer

「︎ george russell x redbulldriver!reader 」︎

formula 1

↪︎ summary: george’s first win at the belgian gp (feat. you).

↪︎ warnings: belgian gp 2021, george being an energetic and fluffy baby, williams!george, the rain at spa.

↪︎ type: blurb - fluff.

↪︎ w/c: 0.8k

↪︎ a/n: fic look familiar? this is a repost from my deleted account! i edited the fic a little for it to look better. hope you guys like it!

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the race will not take place.

george was inside the garage when the announcement was made. he was a bit sad for the canceled race, but his sadness was short-lived as he realized that he got his first podium in his career. as he walked around the garage with an immense smile, he was greeted with hand shakes, pats on the back, high fives and fists bumps. he was also congratulated by his friends.

you came out of your driver’s room, furrowing your eyebrows at your team when they let out cheers of celebration. “what happened?” you asked christian, who was standing in front of the monitor with his arms crossed. “i disappear for five minutes and then something happens? really?”

“there will be no race,” he answered. “the weather conditions are too dangerous so wherever you are on the grid, that’s the end result. half points will be rewarded for the people in the points.”

your eyes widened. “you’re kidding,” he shook his head. you thought about it for a moment, then shrugged. “a win is a win.” you approached your teammate, max and congratulated him on the win. he told you that he barely did anything and that no one got to race today.

“but you did wonderful yesterday, max,” you patted his shoulder, giving him a reassuring smile. “you still did your best during quali and that’s good enough.”

“thanks, y/n.”

“no problem.”

he looked around and after seeing that no one was eavesdropping, he leaned closer to your ear. “you better go congratulate your boyfriend. don’t forget that this is his first podium and he got p2.”

“don’t worry, i wouldn’t forget about him.” you whispered back, leaving max’s side to go and find george. the others can wait a little longer.

luckily, your british boy was not far. when you saw him, he was jumping around the people in the pits, his and other teams alike, too much adrenaline flowing through his veins as you laughed at how energetic he looked. the rain didn’t seem to bother him, his wet hair clinging to his face.

your laugh caught his attention, his eyes straying to you. his grin grew bigger as he approached you, arms slithering around your form and he lifted you up into the air. you squealed, balancing yourself with your hands on his shoulders. the people around you laughed and cheered. he lowered you back onto your feet but your hands never left each other. In the corner of your eye, you spotted a camera pointed at the two of you but all your focus was on george. you kissed his cheek, your thumb rubbing the spot where you just placed your lips on. the media can wait a little longer.

“congratulations, baby,” you muttered, your nose nudging his cheek, a habit that you picked up on early in the relationship. you didn’t mind when he kissed you but these were enough in public. the display of affection was not missed by the crowd but both of you would answer their questions later. the people can wait a little longer.

“i’m very proud of you.”

“you did good too, though.”

“but you did amazing. just take it, george. you earned it.”

“george!”

you both turned to see latifi, telling your boyfriend that the crew was calling him for the post-race interview–if you could even call it that. “alright. tell them i’ll be right there.” latifi nodded, making his way back to the garage. you turned your attention back to the driver in front of you. you were about to say something but he beat you to it, pecking your lips in a chaste kiss. even as he pulled back you were speechless before you giggled and kissed his nose. that was probably the only exciting moment on that day as you heard the crowd shouting and applauding.

george smiled, placing a hand on your back and a hand on your waist, pulling you in for a passionate kiss. it was full of adrenaline, excitement, and love.

you pulled away, your cheeks heating up as the crowd got louder. the hand on your back traveled further down, careful not to be seen by the camera. you gasped, playfully smacking him on the arm as he laughed lightly. he steals another kiss from you before hearing another warning from his teammate.

“i think they actually really need you at this point.” you told him, making him nod.

“yeah, i guess they do. you coming with?”

“why?”

“why not?”

“fair point.”

“perfect.”

both of you began to make your way to the interviewer with his arm around your shoulder and yours around his waist. the cameraman following both of you as you slowly walked through the pit lane. the world can wait a little longer.

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