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Trouble Pt. 13

Demetri Alexopoulos x fem!reader

Summary: Demetri had always been one to be quiet, maybe a lone wolf. That is until he see's a new girl at school. Who is she? What are these feelings he can't describe. Reader is a very outgoing person. Very intimidating. Demetri likes that side of people sometimes. What he doesn't realize is that he falls for a Silver.

Second Person POV

Warnings: Swearing, fighting, intimidation, attitude

Notes: This is based on my imagine, "I'm Sorry!" And my short fic "Intimidated Lover." Y/f/n = your friend's name. Y/f/s = your favorite song. Changing this story to second POV like my others

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You and Sam were walking around the mall, window shopping before meeting up with the guys.

"Oh my God! Look at that." Sam says excitedly, pointing into the window of the Saint Laurance store.

"Those heels?"

"Yeah, they're beautiful right?"

"Beautiful and expensive."

"Oh come on. Your richer than me." She says, walking away from the store.

"I'm also a runaway living in someone else's house until I figure my shit out."

"Okay... yeah, but still." She says.

The both of you walk over to the food court area, finding Hawk, Demetri, and Miguel sitting at one table waiting for you.

"Finally." Hawk says, rolling his eyes. You and Sam sit across from the three boys. He eventually points to you. "Did you find a house yet?" Hawk asks.

"Yeah."

"What happened?" Miguel asks.

"My father's a dumb piece of shit who deserves to be on his death bed by now." You say. His jaw drops slightly.

"Don't worry, it's Silver. Incase you haven't found out yet." Sam said.

"Yeah. Don't feel bad." You say.

"You know Demetri and I actually ran away one time. What when we were like eight? Got down tbe driveway and decided against it though." Hawk said, smirking. Sam nudged you hard in the stomach.

"Can you not?" You say. You look at her but your eyes slowly moved past her, looking at Kyler who was starring at you from a distance.

"Shit." Miguel mumbles. You stood right up, looking at him.

"Go fuck yourself Kyler." You yell. He instantly turns around and walks away. You sit back down to see Miguel and Demetri with their heads down. Hawk and Sam were laughing to themselves.

"Oh my God." Sam laughs. You see Miguel let out a small laugh to himself. The group's laughter dies down to a minimum.

"So Hawk..." Sam says, making Hawk's head turn to her. "Obviously Y/n is new here... somewhat. What are some things you like to do around here? That will be fun for her to do to."

"Why?"

"Because." he said, giving him a look. "I've already told her my favorite things to do. Now, it's your turn." She says strictly.

"Ohh right. Well I know me and Demetri go hang out at this skate park sometimes. I mean, we don't skate but more just sit there watching."

"Cool." You say.

"Me and Demetri also like to do karate. I think you do to." Miguel pips in.

"Yeah I kind of figured." You say.

"Right." Miguel says. Your eyes slowly drift past him to a figure standing in the middle of the food court area.

"Oh my God." You smile, taking your phone out.

"What?" Sam asks, looking where your now recording.

"That's fucking Cheyanne." You say.

You capture multiple pictures and videos of Cheyanne hugging and kissing some young guy. He walks away and you stop your phone.

"Holy shit." Sam says. You look at her and smirk. You both get up from your chairs, leaving the boys behind.

"Where are you going?" Miguel shouts. You ignore him.

"Cheyanne!" You say happily. "What are you doing here?"

"Just shopping. Your father's out on business today." She says sharply.

"Like always." You mumble.

"Yeah... who was that guy you were with?" You ask.

"Just a work friend." She smiles.

"Oh really? I thought all of your work friends were in Ohio and overseas?"

"He's new. Local actually."

"Right, right. Well... good to see you."

"You too." She says and walks away.

"What a fucking bitch." You say, walking over to the boys again.

"What did you do?" Hawk asked.

"Just... talking." Sam says.

"Fucking bitch I hope she falls off the damn escalator." You say. The group laughs.

"Anyway, where are we going first?" Sam asks.

"Me and Demetri are going into the comic book store." Hawk says.

"Oh fun! Y/n you should go with them." Sam says, putting a hand on your back.

"Me? Why me-"

"Yeah, you can learn some good quality stuff from there." Hawk smirks.

"Uh, sure." You say.

"Great! Me and Miguel will be in Ulta." She says, quickly grabbing Miguel's arm and walking away.

"Let's roll." Hawk says, standing up and walking over to the comic book store. You follow behind him and Demetri, arms crossed tightly.

You walk through the doors of the store, the bell ringing as you walk in. "You look like your about to pass out." Hawk states.

"I'm fine."

He comes over closer to you. "Sam told you that Demetri likes you?"

You nod your head. He takes you arm and drags you to the opposite side of the store. "What do you think?" He picks up a book and starts reading it.

"Oh, I don't know. What am I supposed to think?"

"You're supposed to be excited. Have you never dated anyone before?"

"Of course I have." You snap.

"Chill out, just making sure." He smirks.

"Right."

"So..." He moves to the left of you, keeping his eyes on the books. "What's holding you back?"

"Maybe that I don't know him."

"You just... have to talk to him."

"He barely talks to me."

"Because he finds you intimidating."

"What?"

"You know... scary."

"Scary?"

"Yeah. I mean, you can be a bit... over going sometimes."

"And? That's just me."

"Okay-" He stops talking when he see's Demetri walking to him.

"I found this one. It's new." He says.

"Perfect, thanks man." Hawk says.

"What are you guys talking about?" Demetri asks.

"Just teaching Y/n about these." Hawk says, pointing to the shelf in front of him. You roll your eyes slightly.

"Yeah- in fact, what do you know about this?" Hawk asks, holding up a book to you.

"What?"

He nods his head towards it.

"I don't know. He's... green?" You say, pointing to the character in the middle.

"It's Hulk."

"Cool."

"Doesn't seem it." He backed.

You shrug your shoulders.

"What are you into makeup and stuff?"

"Don't believe in it."

"Don't beli- what?"

"You heard me." You smirk. He shakes his head and walks up to the counter. You and Demetri follow behind him.

"15.00 dollars." The cashier said. You stand slightly back, the cashier looked at you, taking a double glance.

"Y/n, right?" He asks. Hawk and Demetri look back at you.

"Why?"

He points at you slightly. "Your father's Silver?"

"Yeah."

"He fucked me over on my business." He snapped.

"Yeah... most likely. 'Cause he's a fucking idiot."

"Glad were on the same page."

"Sure... what ever you want to believe."

"He's lucky I didn't get my guys to jump him." He says, handing Hawk his book back.

"Your guys would have been dead in a fucking second. So take my advice and don't jump him. Or else your body bag will be all over the news next week." You say lowly.

"Alright." Hawk says, putting a hand on your back, turning you around. "Let's go before anybody in this shop gets killed."

"Didn't one of your people push Miguel off of a balcony?"

"Not the point."

"Ohh, he did." You smirk. You three round the corner of a hallway, walking down to Ulta where Sam is.

You reach the doors, stopping in front. "Any of you got asthma?"

They booth shake their heads no. "Good." You walk in, heading straight to the perfume section where you see Sam talking to Miguel.

"Oh my God." You say in disgust. The pair turn around, seeing you.

"Okay! Y/n, I need you." Sam whines.

"Okay." You say slowly. The five of you gather in a circle.

"So I can't decide between these two. The Dolce and Gabbana Violet smells so good but Miguel says the blue one smell better."

"The violet, obviously." You look at Miguel. " Wha- are you trying to make her smell bad?"

He puts his hands up in defense. "I didn't know! They all smell the same."

"That's because guys only get like one cologne." You say.

"Sexist." Hawk says.

"It's called being better." Sam smirks, putting the blue box back on the shelf.

You and her walk up to the cashier, Sam put the box on the counter. "130.00 dollars please." The cashier said.

"Holy shit." Miguel mumbled. Sam grabbed her card from her purse, tapping it on the screen before putting it back.

The cashier hands her the bag and receipt. "Have a good day."

"You too." Sam smiles. The five of you walk out of the shop together, walking through the mall again.

You and Sam were walking a few feet ahead of the guys. "I have to go to the bathroom." She whispers.

"Okay?"

"So... sit here and wait with Demetri." She smiles, standing near a table.

"Really?"

"Really. Guys let's go." She calls out at Hawk and Miguel, who follow right behind her into a separate hallway.

You sit down at the table, and Demetri sit's across from you awkwardly. His chair pulled out further than yours, slouching back in it.

You cross your arms on the table, leaning forward on it. "Why are y9ou so quiet?" You ask, grasping his attention.

"Uh... I don't know."

"It's like... actually the best. You don't have to... talk back to anyone."

He laughs slightly. "Until you can't do anything about it." He admits.

"Punch them in the face."

"Don't want to get in trouble."

"You could always ask me to punch them in the face. I don't mind." You say slyly.

"You seem like the type to punch anyone."

"I am the type. Always have been."

"Yeah..." He trails off.

"But you already knew that?" You smile.

He nods his head. "You seem good though. If not... a good life."

"Terrible life."

"Why's that?" He asks, slightly tilting his head.

"Uhm let's see... I'm a runaway, I'm staying at my father's 'enemies' house. And really... I could through the rich life away. It's getting old."

"I do have to say... I've never heard you once call your father 'dad.'" He says.

"Because he's not. Far from it actually."

He nods his head in agreement.

"Is yours the same?"

"Mine passed away when I was a kid." He said sadly.

"I'm sorry."

"It was... years ago." He sighs. You both go quiet.

"Hey... your not alone though." You try to cheer him up. "We can be like the 'no dad twins.'"

He let's out a laugh. "Really?"

"Oh absolutely. We'd be the most powerful people around town."

"Because of missing dads?" He smiles.

"Yeah... that's what we run on." You smirk. You take his comic book in front of him and flip it so it's facing you slightly.

"We can be like Superman." You point to Superman. "And... batman?"

"They're enemies."

"Okay... so how about... him?" You point.

"Captain America?" He questions.

"Sure! Or you know, we could like... be John Wick. Blowing people's houses up and shit. Now that's cool."

"John Wick it is." He smiles.

Hey loves! Pt. 13 is here! sorry for the wait! Requests are open!

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Max Fewtrell Masterlist

"When people say how I helped them or made them laugh, I think that's awesome, that shits the best feeling seeing that."

[sydwritess]

Hey loves! I have a question for y'all 🙂

Should I start writing for Max Fewtrell?

In case some of you don't know who that is, he is one of Lando's best friends, and also another motorsport driver! Let me know what y'all think!!

-Syd

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Hello! Could you do a George Russel smau where there’s a rumor going around that a driver is dating someone from their team’s PR and people are guessing everyone but George because he’s so proper

Wow... Did Not Expect That

George Russell x fem!reader

Summary: You are a new driver for the Mercedes F1 team, a good one at that. You managed to keep a secret behind the scenes from everything until it grew public, making everyone around you uneasy.

Second Person POV

Notes: my first full SMAU so I hope it's good! Requests are open!

Y/n.Y/l/n

Liked by Lando.Noris, LewisHamilton, GeorgeRussell63 and 2.9 million more

Y/n.Y/l/n: It's such an honor to be here. I truly love it 💓 team fits great, (Mercedes logo looks sexy on me) Peep Toto yelling at me for being childish 🙄

View Comments:

User1: always Toto ♥️

Lando.Norris: Oop girl, who are you holding hands with?????? 👀

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: HeHe

Lewishamilton: I was going to offer you advice for the team, but you are doing well 💕 also Toto has his angry days, so...

↳ TotoWolff: It is not being angry.. It is that she tried to spray me with a chemicals hose and not a water hose

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: Oops??

KimiAntonelli: Omg... paddock mom getting a bf!!!!

IsackHadjar: WTFFF HAND HOLDING?!?!? IT'S GOT TO BE LANDO

Franco.Colapinto: Oh my god!! THE HAND????

↳ IsackHadjar: I KNOW RIGHTTT

User28: That is Lando's hand come on!!!!

User92: oh my god!! Who's hand is that????

↳ User46: I think it's Lando's

↳ User91: I think it's Charles????

User94: GUYS THAT HAND??? DEF OSCAR'S

OscarPiastri: Congrats on second 👏

Y/n.Y/l/n: Thank you 😊 so happyyyy

GeorgeRussell63: Podium looks good on you 🙂

Y/n.Y/l/n: Thank youu!!!

PierreGasley: Dudeeeee He has a paddock wrist band onnnnnn????????

Charles.Leclerc: Paddock wristband... Toto yelling at you... and the comments? Hmmm.

Y/n.Y/l/n

Liked by GeorgeRussell63, Lando.Norris, MaxVerstappen1, OscarPiastri, and 2.8 million more

Y/n.Y/l/n: Celebrated my besties birthday!!!! Happy birthday, @DorrainPin love you!! And then on Tuesday Lando tried to get me to go in his car like a complete pervert. 🙃

View comments:

Lando.Norris: Mate, I DID NOT. All I said was 'hop in darling'

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: Yeah 'darling' like what...

OscarPiastri: I can confirm the situation was uncomfortable for me to.

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: like ew

GeorgeRussell: yeahhh very weird.

User6: OMG, WHO IS THIS MAN.

User8: OMG OMG OMG THAT MUST BE @MaxVerstappen1

User7: omgggg, this is definitely alexxxxxxxx

User55: I'm voting on Max this is definitely him!!! ❤️❤️❤️

F1Gossip

Liked by User1, User62, User 92, Y/nfan18, and 1.2 million more.

F1Gossip: Y/n Y/l/n new found Mercedes driver for F1 seen on track before race with mystery man? Fans speculations rise.

View Comments:

User7: Oh my god! HES A FAN OF HER!! THATS SO CUTEEEE

User92: Awee a fan of her 💖 but I think it's Max

User17: Oh my God!!

User91: No way he's a Mercedes fan!?!?!? Definitely Kimi now.

User74: okay waittttttttttt Ollie?

Lando.Norris: Who is this mann?????????? I bet it's kimi

IsackHadjar: My head is fucking spinning!!!! Who is it??

KimiAntonelli: Come on y/n your killing meeeeeeeee!!

User14: George is that you????

↳ User83: no I don't think George would date a teammate.

User73: OMGGG

Y/n.Y/l/n

Liked by GeorgeRussell63, LewisHamilton, Lando.Norris, MaxVerstappen1 and 3.0 million more

Y/n.Y/l/n: Vacay with the love 💖

View Comments:

User83: OH MY GODDD WHO IS HE???

Lando.Norris: Without me???

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: Sorry bud

CharlesLeclerc: Where are you?

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: VEGAS BABYYYYYY

User92: Ohhhhhh I have an ideaaaa

User72: Omg omg omgg

LewisHamilton: Who is he?? Y/n we need hints.

↳ IsackHadjar: Wait... she did say "Vegas baby" to Charles...?

↳ LewisHamilton: You don't think...

KimiAntonelli: And you left your only son at home!!!

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: Sorry buddy we need a vacation :(

MaxVerstappen1: Oh my god... I know who it is!

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: Shhh

Yuki.T: This is fucking killing me!!!!

Y/n.Y/l/n

Liked by MaxVerstappen1, Lando.Norris, OscarPiastri, KimiAntonelli, User83, User2, and 3.4 million more

Y/n.Y/l/n: Got some casino time in (gambling addict?) I think not

View Comments:

Lando.Norris: Damn... can you share the money?

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: You make like 25mill a year. I think you need to shar with ME bro.

IsackHadjar: mom winning big out here!!!!!

User74: Can you give me tips?

User29: Jesus, I need your luck!

User19: Oh my god!

MaxVerstappen1: You going to share?

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: You literally make quadruple my mortgage, figure it out yourself bae.

CharlesLeclerc: You and your lover going to use that??

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: You know it!!

AlexAlbon: Gurllllllllllll who is your mannnnn????????

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: Find out yourself????

GeorgeRussell63: Winning money and a trophy lmao

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: YASSSSS

GeorgeRussell63

Liked by Lando.Norris, KimiAntonelli, MaxVerstappen1, LewisHamilton, and 4.5 million more

GeorgeRussell63: Great way to spend vacation, had lots of fun with the loved ones. Back on track next week.

View limited comments:

Lando.Norris: Wait a second... is that...?

LewisHamilton: Mate, that is not Paris.

↳ CharlesLeclerc: And there are barely any beaches in Paris...

OscarPiastri: You fucking liars...

MaxVerstappen1: Fake Paris? Where was that... I can't remeber.

↳ Yuki.T: The fake Eiffel Tower is in... Las Vegas

↳ Lando.Norris: No way.

IsackHadjar: You back stabbers!

KimiAntonelli: You guys we don't know yet! I mean... wasn't Daniel in Vegas to??

User82: Bro no way!!

Usr18: Oh my god!!

Y/n.Y/l/n

Liked by KimiAntonelli, GeorgeRussell63, LewisHamilton, User29, User91, and 3.2 million more

Y/n.Y/l/n: Great to be back at work again! Another podium works from the amazing team behind us. Peep Toto yelling at us again for fooling around. Man's can have no fun... 🙄

View Comments:

User23: Fooling around huh 😏

Lando.Norris: You should get yelled at for what I found out...

TotoWolff: No yelling, just a strict talk.

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: And a strict diet... seriously eating no pasta is killing me.

↳ KimiAntonelli: I know right! It's so unfair!!

↳ GeorgeRussell63: You just need to get used to it.

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: No. I just need some pasta.

User87: Oh my god! Podium sitterrrrr

CharlesLeclerc: YASSS GO QUEEN

IsackHadjar: YOU GET THAT PODIUM GIRL. I'll take you out for some pasta as good work lmao

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: yesssss

Y/n.Y/l/n

Liked by GeorgeRussell63, Lando.Norris, User73, User18, LewisHamilton, KimiAntonelli and 4.2 million more

Y/n.Y/l/n: Congratulations on first place handsome!! So proud of how far you've come, love you!! 💖 💖

View Comments:

IsackHadjar: I FUCKING KNEW IT YOU LIARS OH MY GOD!!!

lando.Norris: Happy for you but PLEASE DON'T LIE TO ME AGAIN

GeorgeRussell63: Love you baby! Glad to have you by my side 💖

User72: DUDE NO WAYYY OMGG

User21: omggggg this is not reallll no wayyyyy

LewisHamilton: Happy for the both of you!

CharlesLeclerc: Do you know how much pain you've caused everyone on the grid? Jk love you both!!

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: I know, I know but... oh well lmao

↳ GeorgeRussell63: At least our friends are fans, and somewhat spies lmao

User17: Oh my god!! I am in love with this!!!

User38: New favorite paddock couple!!

User29: Omg no fucking way!!! #paddockcouple

MaxVerstappen1: Jesus man, that must have been a whole strategy to hide for so long haha

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: Nah because for real though!! Can't hid nothing from anyone lmaoo

Lando.Norris: You lot are sneaky

OscarPiastri: Finally, I thought you'd spill it somehow lmao

↳ Lanod.Norris: YOU KNEW????

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: Yes because we trust him

Lando.Norris: Jaw dropped. can't believe the shadiness.

KimiAntonelli: #paddockparents

↳ Y/n.Y/l/n: Haha yeahhh

↳ GeorgeRussell63: We've got you Kimi lol

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Hey loves! My first Instagram SMAU so I hope you like! Comment to be added to the F1 tag list! Requests are open!

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Heyyyyy 🥰 so I had this idea and I’m not quite sure if it’s fluff or angst (probably depends where you want to take it haha) but I was thinking about a reader who is a driver for merc and over the race weekend pictures emerge from years ago of her and max looking super in love and kissing… they have the paddock in a chokehold of what happened between them

Rumors are Real

Max Verstappen x fem!reader

Summary: You and Max had a bit of history in the past, but when pictures from the past arose to the paddock, nobody left it unseen.

Second Person POV

Notes: requests are open!

Driving for Mercedes wasn't easy, but you were glad to have a great team backing you up during races. You haven't been there for to long, around two years or so.

You're walking around the Silverstone paddock, just getting done with the Quali race. You put your hair up in a messy high bun. Suit hanging below your waist, swaying as you walk.

You walk around the little media area, some drivers were already there getting interviewed, some signing things by fans. You walk around all of the camera's going straight to the fans who were holding out things for you to sign.

"Do you mind if we get a picture?" One young girl asks, holding her phone out.

"Of course." You smile. You lean in next to her, smiling as she snapped the shot. "Have a great day."

You walk down the line of fans, grabbing one thing after another.

"Ms. Y/l/n, do you mind if I steal you away for a second?" One reporter asked.

"Yeah for sure." You finish signing the object in your hand before following her to her camera set up.

"Quali was big today, how do you feel about it?" She asks, standing next to you.

"It was good, I think it was... definitely tough but I'm glad I came in third."

"How did you feel about the car today, I know you previously said you had some trouble?"

"Yeah I did in previous races but I've got a great team behind me fixing the car, you know they do everything that they can possibly do to up the car which is great, so all props to them."

"What do you think the plan would be if the car wasn't fixed how you want it to be?" She adds on.

"Well I wouldn't be mad or anything because, well- I feel like what people don't see is how hard our team... or any other team's engineers work. So I feel like when the car isn't fixed in the fans eyes they are pissed, but the team truly does work hard and if it doesn't get fixed right away then... it's okay because they have so much to do."

"I love that, I also agree on how hard the people around you, and you yourself work to be here."

You nod your head. "There's such a great relief of being here as well. I know every since I was a kid I've always wanted to be here and... it's funny to. I would always ask my dad for tickets to come here but we either couldn't afford it or was to busy so... seeing that e-mail from Toto that said I made it... I just couldn't believe it. I literally love him for that." You giggle.

"You do seem like you enjoy yourself out there, great races, great support. What do you think about tomorrow, can we hear some thoughts from you?"

"Of course." You smile. "I really don't know. I'm really hoping that I keep my third place position or maybe even move up to second place."

"That's still very good to. I know... from our perspective it must be hard for you because you are seriously such a genuine and kind person, do you ever have conflict with that on track?"

"Thank you, honestly I do all the time. You know I hear Toto over the radio to- let's say he tells me to pass Lewis, I would have such a hard time passing him because I'm like 'but I know he wants to win to.' I mean obviously everyone wants to win including myself but... yeah it's very hard."

"That's completely understandable. I feel like that would be an issue with me to." She laughs.

You smile widely, letting out a small laugh. "I know right, it sucks because, like I said, they want to win too, and I would feel bad for taking that higher position away, so..." You trail.

"But hey, that's what the sports about." She jokes.

"Exactly."

"Well thank you for your time Y/n, we're glad to have you here." She gave you a small hug.

"Thank you, it's great to be here." You hug back before walking over to your fans, you notice Lando over there too.

"Ms. Mercedes." He beams. "How are you?"

You take a hat from a fan and start signing it. "Better than ever." You smile.

"Can I get a picture?" One guy asks. You nod your head, leaning closer to him and smiling.

"You've got quite the fans." Lando smirks.

"All thanks to my skill." You joke, signing more items.

He steps closer to you, taking a shirt from a fan and signing it. "Can I talk to you?"

"Yeah, for sure." He steps aside. You quickly say goodbye to your fans and follow him off to the side.

"What are these rumors going around about you and Max?" He asks bluntly.

"Rumors?"

"Yeah."

You look at him blankly. He sighs and pulls his phone out from his back pocket. It takes him a while before he turns his phone towards you, revealing a picture of you and Max kissing.

"Oh... that was years ago."

"Really?"

"Yeah it was like- a dare. And before I had even thought about signing on here." You pause. Looking up at him. "Just a thing in the past." You shrug.

"No, no. I understand. I was just asking." He smiles.

"Of course. You're totally fine." He nods his head slightly before walking off, leaving you to stand alone.

"Mrs. Podium sitter." A cheerful voice says behind you. You turn to see George walking over to you with his arms wide open.

"First time for everything." You say happily, hugging him.

"How does it feel? First podium, maybe a nice fresh start?"

"Yeah. Hopefully I don't fuck up."

"You won't, clearly you're here for a reason, right?"

"Right."

He pulls away from you, slowly walking down the paddock strip with you.

You look straight ahead to see Isack and Yuki charging towards you. "We need to talk to you." Isack says sternly. George steps slightly to the side, the four of you creating a small circle.

"Hi." You say awkwardly.

Yuki holds his phone up to you. "What is this?"

"Looks like a text between you and your mom." You look at the screen.

"Wha-" He turns the screen to him. "No! Not this." He swipes. "This."

He turns it back to a picture. The same picture Lando showed you of you and Max together. "That's me and Max. As friends-"

"When?" Isack interrupts.

"A couple of years ago..."

"Why?"

"We're friends."

"Why do you looking like your kissing?" Yuki asks.

You freeze. "We were not. I was... whispering something to him."

"No you weren't."

"I was... There was someone at a party I didn't like and I told him about it."

"Lie. You like everybody." Yuki points.

George rolls his eyes. "You guys are such children."

Soon after, Kimi walks over. Giving you a questioning look.

"Yeah. Goodbye." You say, quickly walking away.

"Your not getting away with this yet!" Isack chuckles.

You shake your head, rounding the corner of the paddock. "Y/n, mind if we ask you a couple of questions?" A reporter asks.

"Sure."

She hands you a mic, facing you as the camera points to you. "How was the race?"

"Great." You smile. "Glad we came in third today."

"What were your thoughts during today's race? And, after the fact you got third."

"I was mainly focused on just getting through it. Trying to push myself through it. Once Toto said I completed third... I just couldn't believe it. I seriously thought it was fake." You laugh.

"That's amazing, congrats to you." She smiles.

"Thank you."

"Now, I do have quite a... personal question." You give her a confused look. "There has been some talk going around the paddock, and a photo to, of you and Red Bull driver Max Verstappen looking awfully close." She trails off.

"Yeah, I don't really know much about it but... in the past, before all of this we were just close friends." You shrug. "I don't really know... what or where people found a picture but... yeah. Just friends." You smile.

"No further history?"

"No, we were just very close at the time."

"Well thank your for that." She smiles.

"Of course. Have a good day."

"You as well."

You hand her the mic and quickly walk away, back into the Mercedes garage.

"Good evening Mrs. Verstappen." Lando teases, walking by you.

You roll your eyes, walking straight to the back, putting your hand on the back door handle. "Y/l/n!"

You turn around to see Toto waving you over. You sigh, walking over to him and sitting at a computer stations across from him. "Yeah?"

"Good work today. P3 isn't easy to come by."

"Yeah... I can tell." You joke.

"Now... what's this going around about you and Max?" He asks suddenly.

"I don't know."

"Well, you just a did a whole interview about it."

"Yeah, we were literally just friends. We kind of... drifted off years after."

"If this goes any further we need to do something about it. You know how strict we are on rumors and such."

"I know."

He gives you a stern look.

"I seriously don't know, one minute I was signing stuff for fans and the next I'm getting questioned about a picture from my past."

"Just be careful. You know how fast these fans move once they find one bit of drama."

"Yeah." You say quietly.

"We will talk later."

You nod your head silently, getting up and walking to the back of the garage, going inside through the back of the paddock. You pull out your phone, trying to find the source of where the picture came from.

"Y/n!" Someone shouts quietly. You urn to see Charles jogging towards you.

"Can we talk?"

"About the picture of me and Max?"

He slightly winces at your words. "Yeah."

"What about it?"

"Just... want to know what happened. You know it's like all over."

"We're just friends. We were at a party years ago. That's it." You say. He nods his head understandably.

Race day was even worse. You were walking through the paddock, flashing camera's and reporters all around you. Trying to get answers from you.

You stop in your tracks. Sighing and giving up on trying to hide. "Me and Max were just friends. That's it. I don't know where all of this came from but it seriously needs to stop." You say angrily.

The reporters silently step away from you. Looking at you shocked. You walk through the tunnel of them, seeing George rushing towards you.

"Come with me." He grabs your hand, leading you to the garage and away from the crowd of people. You both sit down at a station in the garage. "What happened?"

"I don't know!" You snap.

"Do you want to get someone? Or do something at least? Because we have to go on stage in thirty minutes." He asks.

"No. I'm just... I'll deal with it."

He went silent, but his worrying looks was somehow loud. He looks behind you. Your gaze follows his until it meets Max's, who was standing at the edge of the garage.

"I'll be back." You mumble, standing up and walking over to him.

"Hi."

"Hi." You say quietly.

"Can we talk?"

You nod your head, walking him back behind the garage into the back side of the paddock. The hallway was quiet, no one around.

You turn to face him, on the verge of tears. "I seriously don't know what's going on."

He tightly crosses his arms. "Me neither."

"I can talk to someone. To see if they can make this die down."

"I think that would be reasonable. Seeing how I just mauled by Isack, Yuki and Kimi." He chuckles.

"Yeah. Already got my experience." You giggle.

"What do you want to do?"

You stay silent, thinking about your answer. "I don't know."

"What do you think about... telling everyone."

"You'd do that?"

"I would. As long as you would."

"I would."

He smiles widely. "Come up during our stage time. You won't get in trouble."

"Okay."

You both walk your separate ways, going back into the Mercedes garage.

"Y/n, we have to go." George says. You see him putting a Mercedes shirt on. You already had yours so you wait outside for him.

He comes over to you and the two of you walk over to the stage area, already seeing the large crowd there.

You walk behind the stage, going up the small flight of stairs and waiting behind the curtain. Max and Yuki were already on stage, answering questions from the fans.

"Are you sure you want to go up there?" George asks.

"Yeah, I'm sure." You watch the two walk around stage before the reporter speaks up.

"Now Max, you told us you have a special surprise for the fans? What would that be?"

"Yes well... I figured, the fans hold a special place in my heart, and I would like to repay them as well." He smiles. That was your cue.

You walk out from behind the curtain, waving at all of the fans before stepping in front of Max.

He wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you in and planting his lips on yours. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

The crowd behind you cheers wildly.

"I fucking knew it!" Yuki yells happily.

Some of the guys run up on stage, patting you on the back out of excitement.

"I love you." Max whispers, resting his forehead against yours.

"I love you."

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The Life of Racing Pt. 14

Lando Norris x fem!reader

Summary: through it all, the racing, the media, the meetings. What matters to Lando the most is you. His home life is just as important as track life. Some days, he doesn't balance it easily. But through it all, the both of you try. Going through some challenges, but always coming out together, hand in hand again.

Second Person POV

Notes: my first F1 series! Requests are open!

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You wake up to the sun pouring into the hotel room. The curtains were opened wide, the balcony door slightly cracked open, letting in a cool breeze.

You sit up out of bed, dangling your feet over the edge. You grab your phone, the time reading: 10:04 A.M. You stand up, noticing Lando was leaning over the balcony, looking over the streets of Silverstone.

You quietly walk over, pushing the door aside and closing it as you step out.

"Good morning." He says, his eyes still looking out at the town. You walk over to the right of him, leaning on the railing.

There was a gentle breeze outside. It was quiet, the occasional soft hum of the cars going by where the only thing heard.

"What are you doing up so early?" You ask. He silently opens his hand up. You see the pen in it, almost empty. He turns his head in your direction, looking down at your leg. You look down with him, seeing the giant cut running up along it.

"Just... couldn't sleep any longer."

"There's a shock."

He looks back out, taking a hit of the pen before giving it to you. You take it from him but don't smoke.

"How much did you go through?" You ask, noticing the almost empty liquid. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "I don't care how much I just wanted to know." You say.

"No, it's not that." He says, his voice raspy.

"What is it?"

He claps his hands together slowly, no noise coming from the motion. "After you and Kimi left... the reason why I stopped texting you after a while was because I kind of went to go beat up Gerard." He said nervously.

You jump up from your position. "What?"

"I'm sorry. I jus- I just, after what he did to you I couldn't stand seeing him look so fucking calm after." You could see his eyes filling with tears. "I don't know... I didn't stop until max and Lewis pulled me off of him." He admitted.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

"I'm fine. I practically planted myself on top of him." He says, slightly smirking.

"Is he okay?"

"Seriosuly? You're asking about him?"

"I'm asking if he's okay. Like we don't have to call anybody, like we don't have to get any lawyers or police or judges involved, okay."

"He's fine. Not dead."

"So... what happened after."

"Lewis and Max pulled me off of him. Zak came out and saw what I did."

"And, what else?"

"He wants to have a meeting online because the circuit closed today." He turned his neck to look at you. "I'm probably getting fired."

"No your not." You say, your voice shaky. "Your not getting fired."

"And what if I do? What, then?"

"Then we start where we thought we were going before. To Nascar."

"I could." He smiles.

"You could. And- we could both go. And we would start a new everything."

He let's out an empty laugh. "We could, couldn't we?"

"If you get fired. But there's always the opportunity." You say, grabbing his hand.

"If I get fired." He repeats. You stand there for a moment.

He slowly wraps his arms around you, lightly resting them on your back.

"Can you be there with me?" He asks.

"Always."

You both stand there encased within each other, taking in the fresh morning air and the lecture about to come.

You and Lando were both sitting at the desk in the room, laptop open, and both waiting for Zak to answer your meeting call.

It rings and rings. You could see Lando's leg bouncing up and down. You gently grab his hand that was placed over his knee to calm him. Soon after, Zak appeared on the screen in front of you.

"You feeling better today?" He asks instantly.

"Fine." Lando answers nervously.

"So..." He pauses, looking at a piece of paper in front of him. "Me and Andrea have both decided from last night... it is only responsible and the right thing to do if we fire Gerard."

You look over at Lando, who looked shocked. "Because of us?" You ask.

"Not specifically. We believe that he obviously has caused drama beforehand, but he also is the main cause himself. We are not saying that what the both of you did is okay, either. But we draw a line between hitting people... and cutting people." He looks over at you.

"Treat it as you were in school almost." He adds on. You look over at Lando. He was looking at the laptop screen tiredly. "There will be some consequences when we all group back up for the Belgium GP we will talk. A nice two weeks off... I think it is what we need best." Zak says.

"Okay."

"We will talk in a couple of weeks." Zak says.

"Thank you." You say. Zak was first to exit the call. Lando shut the laptop, leaning back into his seat.

"That wasn't... bad." You say.

"Yeah... He's pissed though."

"I knows but at least he gave us the next to weeks off with no hassle or anything."

"Still have to go to MTC, though."

"Then we can go together... if you want."

"What do you mean if I want?"

"If you want me to go."

"Of course I want you to go. What kind of question is that?" He asks dramatically. You laugh.

"You better get packed up." You say, standing up. You walk over to your suitcase, grabbing a pair of clothes out for the day.

"Already packed." He smirks, pointing to the corner of the room.

"How is it that you sleep so much but also get so much done?"

"Guess I'm just better." He says, locking his hands behind his head. You laugh, walking into the bathroom and quickly changing your clothes. You brush your hair out, letting it fall naturally and walk back out into the main area with all of your stuff.

Lando sighs as you zip your suitcase up. "Are you finally ready?"

"I will leave you behind if you don't shut up."

"Yes, ma'am."

You grab your phone and your suitcase, checking the room one last time before leaving the hotel. You walk down to the lobby, you could see fans lined up outside of the door.

Lando's car was already parked out front, and a security guard opened the door and put your bags in for you. Lando opened the passenger door, and you sat inside as he quickly got in the driver's side.

"Christ." He mutters.

You look over at him as he drives off. "Awe, you don't love your fans?"

"No- no, I didn't say that-"

"Oh man. Whose going to tell them the bad news?" You tease.

"No, no, no. They can just get..." He pauses, shaking his head.

"Annoying?"

"No."

"Rude."

"No."

"Unlovable by their all-time hero?"

"I-" He went silent. "I don't-"

You laugh loudly, slouching down in your seat.

"Alright then. Tell me what fans you've got?" He backs.

"None. Because they seem to hectic."

"Exactly."

"If I had fans, I wouldn't talk bad about them." You smirk.

"I do not!" He whines. 'At least I've got fans."

"Congratulations. Does that mean you're the king now?"

"It does." He says proudly.

The drive to his parents' house was short. Only an hour or so away. You both get out of the car, walking slowly up to the front door. Lando held your hand tightly.

"I think your more nervous then I am." You joke.

"No- no, I'm not. I just... love you." He said, holding up your intertwined hands between you. You nod your head once, smirking at him.

The front door swung open, and Cisca walked out. Lando opened his arms to hug his mom, but Cisca went to you instead, hugging you tightly. "How are you dear?"

You hug back, smiling. "I'm good, how are you?"

"Just lovely, come inside." She says, gently putting a hand on your back, leading you inside.

"Mum!" You hear Lando shout from outside.

"Well, get in here then!" Cisca yelled back, rounding the corner with you and sitting at the kitchen table next to you.

"Mum, you left me! Do you not love me anymore?" He shouted, rushing into the dining room.

"We have a guest over." She says sternly. "Of course we have to treat her nice."

"She's my girlfriend."

"And right now, she is our guest."

"You forgot my hug!" He whined, sitting down next to you.

"I'm sorry, are you in high school? Last time, I knew you didn't want my hugs." She backed. You bite your lip, holding in your laugh.

"I'm your own son."

She puts her hand on your back. "I'm sorry about him. Would you like something to drink?" She asks. Lando's face drops.

"Water, please?"

"Of course." She smiles, getting up and walking into the kitchen.

"Mum! Can I get a water?" Lando shouts.

"You know where the fridge is!"

"Oh my God." Lando mumbles, getting up from the table. Cisca comes in as he leaves.

She places the glass in front of you. "There you are, dear."

"Thank you." You giggle.

"So... Do you like Silverstone here?" She asks, sitting next to you.

"I do. It's very... calm." You say.

"Are you more of a city girl?"

"Yeah... if I don't have white noise, it's likely you'll find me up at twelve A.M." You laugh.

"Trust me. She does." Lando says sarcastically, sipping his drink while sitting down.

"Well, I'll tell you it's alright if she does. And you better respect it. You respect her." She says sternly.

"Mum! I was just saying."

"Well you 'just say' a lot." She giggles.

Adam walks into the room, sitting down next to Lando, hugging him before turning to you and Cisca. "Are you bullying our son again?" Adam grins.

"Teaching him respectful manners." Cisca backed. Lando's mouth dropped.

"What is this? National hate Lando Norris day?" He asks.

"Your grandmother was about to throw hands if you didn't win Silverstone." Adam laughs.

"Nice to know someone supports me." Lando smiles.

Cisca smirks widely. "You know... before the race, Lando told me-"

"Mum, don't" Lando interrupts sternly.

She puts a quiet hand up in his direction. "He told me that the only reason he would win was to see this beautiful smile on your face and that when he did win..." Lando covered his face with his hands. "He would dedicate it to you because you are the most amazing girl in the world." She finished.

"Oh really?" You ask slyly.

"Mhm. I even have the text to prove it." She pulled her phone out, but before she could unlock it, Lando leaned over the table and quickly grabbed it from her.

"No! None of that is true!" He said, grasping her phone.

"It is true." She leaned to you.

"Trust me, I think I know. He has a habit of... acting cool and unbothered, but when we get home, he tends to never leave my side."

Cisca laughs. "You both are awful." Lando says. You catch Adam laughing too.

"Awe, we love you dear, don't worry." Cisca smiles. She stands up and nods her towards the living room, a wall separating it from the kitchen, signaling for you to follow her.

"Where are you going?" Lando asks.

"I forgot... my laptop has been broken and you told me she works with computers. Maybe she can help." Cisca says.

"Alright."

You follow Cisca to the living room, sitting on the couch. She pulls out a small box under the entertainment center and sits next to you. "What's wrong with your computer?" You ask softly.

"Nothin, I just wanted to show you something." She smirks.

She opens the lid to the box, labeled 'Lando's baby pictures' underneath. "You are so cool." You smile, looking at the pictures she pulls out.

She shuffles through many pictures slowly, giving you time to look at each. "Here's one-"

"Mum!" Lando says loudly, rushing over to you two. "Oh my God!" He snatches the box away as you and Cisca laugh.

"I'm naked in some of these! You're showing my girlfriend these!" He whines.

"They're cute." You laugh.

"This is child pornography!" He says, his voice getting higher and higher.

"There is no such thing. It's you being cute." Cisca backs.

"I can not believe this day would come. My own mother is plotting behind my back!" He says dramatically, plopping on the couch to your right.

"Oh- and then there's this one!" She pulls out a picture of Lando in the bathtub with rubber ducks floating all around him.

You take the picture lightly in your hands. "Oh my God! He's so cute!"

She hands you another of Lando, flipping the camera off. "Always had that spark." She giggles.

"And here... is where it all began." She says, handing you one of him and Lewis standing together in the paddock at younger ages.

"Wow. Oh my God, I remember this!" You jump.

"You do?" Lando asks surprised.

"Yeah! This is when Lewis won his first championship. I was there."

"You were?" Lando sits up. "Oh my God, so we technically new each other in our past-present lives?"

"Our what?"

"Past-present lives. Like we were in the same place many years ago and now we are together but our past selves didn't know it."

"Uh- Yeah Lando. Our past present lives." You smile.

"I have to go tell dad!" He jumps up and runs into the kitchen.

"I did not understand what he said." You admit. Cisca just laughs.

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Hey loves!

I am so sorry I haven't gotten much out, I know I was all like, "Please send me your ideas" and stuff, and a lot of you have, and I am so grateful for that!!

Unfortunately, I have been unexpectedly busy and somewhat under the weather. BUT I promise to get more stuff out within the next couple of days or so!!

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Love all the way Through Pt. 4

Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

Summary: You have always been a big fan of f1, especially Ferrari. Your friend Charles always invites you to races, until one day you meet someone particularly special.

Second Person POV

Warning: swearing, age gap (around 10- 15 years), mentions of miscarriage!!

Notes: requests are open!

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You were sat at a fancy restaurant alone. You have been waiting for a couple of minutes, waiting for Lewis. You have on a nice, faded lilac color dress. Strapless with a slit running up the leg.

The restaurant was dimly lit, the light chatter of the people around you, and the grazing of silverware when it hits the plates.

Definitely out of your league.

You were at a corner table, the white tablecloth gently laid flat against it, the silverware that cost more than your house. You still waited.

You saw the hostess walk in your direction as you took a sip of your drink. Lewis followed right behind her.

You stand up as he arrives to the table, giving him a small hug.

"I'm sorry I was late, I got caught up with work and then rushed right home to get and outfit." He trails off.

"It's okay. Seriously, I've only been here a couple of minutes." You wave off.

"So you have food recommendations?" He asks, looking at the menu placed in front of him.

"See... I'm more of a 'get whatever on the way home' type of girl." You joke.

"Same with me, really. I haven't sat down at a restaurant in... ages." He says, looking at you.

You hold his gaze. For the first time in forever you felt relaxed. Like being with him was a natural thing.

Until you see the couple, you least want to see.

Your smile falters when Max looks at you first. He walks over to you, dragging Kelly behind him.

"Hey guys... good to see you." Max says, shaking hands with Lewis.

"Good to see you... didn't know you come here." Lewis says.

"Oh you know... date night." Kelly pips in awkwardly.

"It's amazing to see you Y/n." She says happily. Beding slightly to hug.

"Don't touch me." You mumble in her ear, shifting your weight towards the wall. She instantly stands back up.

"Well... have a good night." Max says, quickly walking away from you and Lewis.

"I am so sorry. I did not know they were going to be here." Lewis said quickly.

"That was... fun." You smirk. There was a moment of silence between you. Lewis took a small sigh of relief.

"So... do you want to dive right into this or take it slow?" He asks.

"If you have a question, I might have an awnser." You say. He takes a moment, thinking to himself.

"You and Terry? I did not expect that."

"We've been friends for a couple of years. I was a backdrop artist for a set he was filming on and we kind of just... clicked." You awnser.

"Wow, you do everything don't you?" He smiled.

"More like... I'm talented?"

"So what did you do on set?"

"I helped interior design, painting walls, hanging pictures, design layouts. The classic American Dream home." He nods along.

"Would you ever do it again?"

"Depends on what movie. That was a one time only thing when I was in school."

"What'd you do for school?"

"Criminal Justice, Criminology and Cosmetology. I dropped out of cosmetology because I already had my license. Did a couple of years in detective work but got tired of it, so I quit."

"So you could be a... super spy." He jokes.

"Exactly." You laugh.

"Are you doing anything else now?"

"The modeling career, but I'm taking a break now. I'm actually setting up a podcast show with my friend, he already has the whole... fame thing so..." You trail off.

"That's still great."

"What about you? Is F1 it for you?" You ask.

"Yeah, pretty much. I've been doing it for a while."

"I bet. Do you ever get tired of driving?"

He sighs deeply. "I hate driving. The most annoying thing in the world." You laugh.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. So... this set design you did... what it hard?"

"No, I mean the blue prints maybe but everyone else put the work in. I just... painted the walls and hung the pictures." You remark.

"Do you do anything else? Design wise?"

You point while taking a sip of your drink. "I did Charles' Monaco helmet and, when he used to be nice, I did Lando's green one... partly."

"What? Okay... Lando said he did that all by himself?" Lewis questioned.

You giggle. "No, he didn't. He couldn't draw a stick figure to save his life."

"Oh my god." Lewis laughed out.

"He drew the design, a terrible rough draft at that. I added the color, printed it, and did the rest."

"I can't believe him." Lewis chuckled before taking a sip of the wine placed in from of him.

"So... what is the drama with you and Kelly?" He paused, putting a gentle hand out. "If you want to tell me."

"It's okay, I don't really care." You take a breath quickly. "Basically, I was around twenty when I got pregnant... totally by mistake." Lewis' eyes widened. "But I was in a really... hard spot at the time, daily stress, working, college. I ended up having a miscarriage because of all of it."

"Wow, I'm so sorry."

"It was a past thing... luckily, it wasn't as bad, I suppose. But thank you. This is where Kelly comes in. We've had friend history before, broke it off because she started becoming the awful person she is today." You let out a slight smile. "She had gotten pregnant with Penelope, and when I thought we were friends... boy, I was wrong. She had gotten pregnant a few months after I did. One morning, I woke up to my phone blowing up, and I looked on Kelly's Instagram, and she posted a story saying ,'I am so glad to be having a baby right now. At least P wasn't an accident. I hope the stress I'm under doesn't kill her.'" You pause, Lewis' eyes widened more, and his jaw dropped slightly.

"That's when I got into a bunch of shit because of what she posted. And yeah... got lawyers involved, she's technically not even supposed to be near me, but... you know." You shrug.

"Oh my God. That is an awful thing to say. I can't believe that... coming from her especially."

"I know... me to. But hey, she's wants to act like a bitch she's gonna get treated like one."

"Winning attitude." He jokes.

"Exactly."

He shakes his head. Words seemingly stuck for what he had just heard.

"Can't forget the best part either. Her and I had ongoing drama, so... me being me, having enough of her shit, I finally told her to meet up with me since she threatened to 'jump me.' Next thing you know she's texting me saying she's pregnant with Lily, saying 'oh you can't touch me I'm pregnant.'"

"That's when it ended?"

"Yeah... until she was done being pregnant. She thought carrying a baby made her invincible."

"You wish you could've done something about it?"

"Yeah but... I wasn't trying to go to jail so..."

"That's a reasonable answer." He backed. "She's always been... something." He comments. You give a confused look.

"Just... she barely comes to any, and when she does, she wants to be hidden. I mean, she is dating Max, so what does she expect you know?"

"I could see that."

"Well, at least there's no race for a couple of weeks. Don't get to see her."

"Greatful." You smirk. "Are you doing anything?"

"Nothing fun if that's what you mean. Premiers, some events." He trailed.

"That sounds fun."

"Already done a thousand of them." He smiles. "What about you?"

"Going back home and absolutely rotting in my house." You joke.

"That sounds like the absolute dream right now." He chuckles.

"You should take a vacation. I mean... is Brad Pitt really that important?"

"Hmm, yes and no."

"Come to Miami."

"Miami?"

"Yeah. Me, Charles, and you."

"That's not half bad sounding."

You point to yourself. "Yeah, and you have your very own tour guide."

He smirks silently. "I'll do it if we fly private."

"Private?"

"Yup."

You look at him with a blank stare, swirling your finger on the rim of your glass. "Alright."

Your waitress came over and took down your orders, quickly walking back away.

"Terry said you're involved with a couple of movements. What are those abouts?"

"I'm in a Women's organization, local in Miami and just... something for a children's hospital."

"Tell me about the women's organization."

"There's like twenty of us, all local people, and we come together once every other week. Basically talking about what is fucked up in the world right now that involves us... possibly more. We all talk about it, throw out fundraisers, events, and a bunch of other stuff to try to help women. Whether their little kids, homeless women, finsncialy struggling women, anything. But most of the time we'll spread awareness about what is happening that makes life or certain things unfair for us. But we don't spread stupid awareness stuff it's like... real problems."

"That sounds great. Sounds like you have a good foundation for it. What's something you're working on now?" He asks, leaning forward slightly.

"When I get back home, we will move into like awareness acts that help with like." You pause, trying to think of what to say. To word it without sounding weird. "Assult cases. Any assault cases towards them."

"Rape cases?" He asks quietly. You nod.

"Like... how Diddy got bailed free on assault charges. There were more men than women on the jury stands which technically makes it un equal. So were moving into that as well. Our main focus on the whole thing is that men, sometimes women, shouldn't be out their doing that."

"That's reasonable. A great reason, actually. I know a couple of women who have gone through stuff like that and... it broke them to know that guy could walk free again."

"Yeah, it's a big... justice system failure if you ask me."

"It truly is. Do you help set anything up? Like leadship wise?"

"Yeah, I actually got promoted to the top third leader in the organization last month."

He smiles. "That's amazing."

"What do you do? Terry told me about Mission 44."

"Yes, it's an organization to help kids during school. Whether it's financially, mentally, or physically, we give funds to people and low-budget schools to help with that."

"Wow, that's really cool." You smile. "Is there like a specific reason why you do it?"

"I've always had a hard time in school myself, and once I found out about this organization I joined immediately."

"I get that. I feel like in todays society it's much worse to. Especially people who have social media, that kind of self doubt get's to people."

"You understand." He smirks.

"Of course. People really suck sometimes, especially during school. I grew up going to school with a bunch of rich people, so... it was all... them. Never the 'poor side.'" You quoted.

He pointed slightly at you. "I understand that too. It's absolutely insane how people think money justifies things."

"Yeah. And like- do you see how most of them turn out working the nine to five they never wanted?"

He nods his head, smiling widely. "Can I just say something quickly?"

"Of course."

"I'm... I'm really shocked you didn't ask about me personally."

You give him a confused look.

"Most people want to know... a lot. It's nice to have someone here that doesn't really care." He admits.

"I'm not the type to ask if your like... rich or not. Or whatever."

"What did you think?"

"Well... my dad's a huge fan of you." You smirk. "So you can kind of see how that went. And Charles is always around... bragging." You playfully roll your eyes.

He laughs.

"Honeslty, I wouldn't care enough who you are as long as you're nice." You pause, looking at him. "Even if it means you have two penthouses." You mumble.

"Who told you that?" He laughs out.

"Charles. He kept repeating it over and over, and I was like,'Can you shit up because I couldn't give a shit right now?''" You laugh.

"Really?"

"I can easily see the difference between hard work and using people to get where you are. I can also see that after the end of each race, you are happy where you are."

©sydwritess

Hey loves! Pt. 4 is here! Comment to be added to the tag list! Requests are open!

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[sydwritess]

Groupchat's with Y/n Series 2, Pt. 2

F1 grid x reader

Summary: group chats with Y/n and the drivers of F1

Warning: swearing

Notes: requests are open!

01 02 03 04 06 06 07 08 09 10

Y/n

WHY THE FLIPITY FLYING FUCK IS EVERYONE IN F1 OBSESSED WITH GOLF. YOU MOTHER FUCKERS TOOK ALEX AWAY FROM ME TO.

Riccardio

Sorry, ma'am, won't happen again 😔

Alexa

Golfing is good 👍🏻 and fun.

Y/n

Hey Alexa, can you please shut the fuck up.

Alexa

'Sorry I couldn't find a song by the name of 'shut the fuck up'

Lando norriz

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAA 🤣😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Charlie

Oh my god you did not mate 😅

Roscoe's dad

Are you trying to get yourself killed? 😅

Pasty❔️

Where even is she?

Charlie

Her cousins house.

Land norriz

Yeah right her... 'cousin'

Charlie

Excuse me?

Y/n

The fuck? I don't incest, you slut.

Gas station lover

Righttttttttttttttttttttttttt

Y/n added y/c/n to the groupchat

Y/c/n

This is what you do all day? Text men.

Y/n

Tell them what the fuck were doing. Every. Single. detail.

Kimi Kardashian

😳😳😳 please don't.

Brit boi

Is this a guy?

Charlie

No shit Sherlock.

Y/c/n

Oh yeah, y/n printed out a picture of some guys named Lando and Max and... who else?

Y/n

George and Oscar

Y/c/n

Right, George and Oscar. She taped them to the punching bag I have, and she hits the papers repeatedly while I sit and watch.

Brit boi

😳😳

Lando norriz

Oop- no she didn't.

Beary 🫐

Yes she did.

Charlie

Thank you for that analysis, Bro 🙏

Y/c/n

Course man, see you later?

Charlie

For sure.

Y/c/n left the group chat

Y/n

You all are on my whore shaming list.

Kimi Kardashian

Even me?

Y/n

Of course not 🥺

I-sack

Me?

Y/n

Eh.... deciding now.

Beary 🫐

Me?

Y/n

No. 🥺

Francisco

Me?

Y/n

Yes. 🥹 Your so special you come in second behind Lando. And in front of Max

Francisco

Aweee, thank you. So kind 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Roscoe's dad

🤣🤣

Yuki #1

😭😭😭

Lando norriz

Me???? First???? Why???

Y/n

'Oh, she's probably hanging out with her 'cousin'' Yeah fuck you you twat bag. Whore ass looking like motherfucker.

Brit boi

Wtfffff 😭😭😭

Charlie

I tried to tell you all. Y/n doesn't whore around like some of your gf's 😅

Y/n

That's right. I'm all yours baby 😏

Lando norriz

🤢🤢🤢

Y/n

Okay, Mr. PR relationship 🙄

Chili

Throwing up? Ita a normal relationship.

Lando norriz

There talking about S.E.X

Y/n

Lando you probably have over 10 fucking STD's from the thousands of girls you sleep with on the weekly. I don't wanna fucking here your British ass talking.

I-sack

Shots fired...

Yuki #1

Oh shit...

Francisco

Not completely wrong?

Pasty ❔️

Not wrong at all actually

Lando norriz

Shut up piastri.

Y/n

Why 'cause he's scared of getting an STD from you from sleeping in the same room as each other? Yeah, I'd take precautions to my brother.

Lando norriz

Don't you have a bag to punch?

Y/n

Yup. And your the next face. God I wish I could punch a hole through you just like I did this paper. Feels SO FUCKING GOOD 😡

Charlie

Please don't rip the bag. We can't afford a new for him. 🙏

Y/n

Wait pause.... can we talk about smth?

Brit boi

...... always talking....

Y/n

LET'S 👏 TALK 👏 ABOUT 👏 how I just saw a video of George, Kimi, and Toto. Toto was giving kimi advice for an Italian race and George says "WhErE's My WiSe WoRdS" like a BITCH TRYING TO STEAL KIMIS THUNDER and Toto practically calls him old, EAT IT UPPPPP WOLFF

Kimi Kardashian

I know right? Like you do not need any wise words 😂 I was so nervous that week

Y/n

YASSSSSSS

Lando norriz

HAHAHAHAHAHAAA

Brit boi

What?????? I was just curious for my wise words??????

Y/n

And you've been here for????? 7 years?????? Your wise words are long fucking gone brother.

Pasty ❔️

Whats with "brother" all the time.

Y/n

Not the point.

Brit boi

Look, look. I just wanted some words of encouragement to

Y/n

Nahhhhh nope nope nope nope nope. Get your words of encouragement at your own home race 'brother'

Kimi Kardashian

He did and he still lost 😂

I-sack

EAT IT UP KIMIIIIIII

Y/n

YASSSSS KINGGGGGGGG

Beary 🫐

KIMI IS BACK AT ITTTT EAT IT UP WITH THE COMBACK'S

Y/n

THIS DESERVES A PARTY!!!!!!!!!

Gas station lover

Everything deserves a party in your eyes.

Y/n

MEEE????????? TALK ABOUT FUCKING LANDO, PARTYING IT UP, ROCKING IT LIKE WE IN THE MOTHERFUCKIN' 1700S CELEBRATING EMILY'S FIRST WORDS. 'Everything calls for a party with you' fuck off Max. Bitch be talking shit all the time but can never throw a good punch. Fucking throws it sideways like he's holding a hammer. Dumbass hoe.

Kimi Kardashian

😲

Yuki #1

😭😭😭😭

Roscoe's dad

Oh my god 🤣 🤣

Gas station lover

... alright...

Chili 🌶

GUYS SOME GIRL JUST TRIED TO TALK TO CHARLES!!!!!

Charlie

Sadly yes...

Lando norriz

Interested?

Charlie

Hell no.

Y/n

IS IT STACY?

Chili 🌶

IS IT BECKY?

I-sack

IS IT KEISHA?

Y/n

IS IT ELLIE?

Roscoe's dad

Omg 🤣

Chili 🌶

WAS IT DANI?

Charlie

You guys are awful.

Y/n

THE WAY I FEEL RIGHT NOW, FEEL LIKE I NEED TO BE ALL ALONE 😔 😔😔

Chili 🌶

SO IF YOU JUST PLAYIN 'ROUND, YOU NEED TO TELL YOUR GIRL!!!

Lando norriz

Crying, laughing, almost throwing up 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Charlie

She came up and talked to me!!!

Brit boi

Ah man! Now this is classic entertainment!! 😭😭

Y/n

I KEEP BEGGIN' YOU TO STAY BUT YOU KEEP LEAVING ME!!!

I-sack

THAT'S REAL

Y/n

GOT THE WHOLE SIX SIDE, THEY BELIVEING ME!!!!

Gas station lover

Deep shit now, mate.

Y/n

He can make up for it later 😏 😌

Kimi Kardashian

No brothers or sisters!!!! One is enough!!

Y/n

Maggie is so cute tho 🥺 she always asks me to play barbies with her and it's amazing 🤧

Kimi Kardashian

WHAT???? She never asks me!!!!

Y/n

DUHHHH because Ken's are stupid 🙄 😒

I-sack

🤣🤣🤣

Y/n

Don't worry, kimi. If she gets to be too much, just drop her off at my house. We'll have sleepovers and Barbie binge watches every day for my angel 🥺

Kimi Kardashian

I thought I was your angel????

Charlie

Are we ALL forgetting she has a boyfriend????

Y/n

Don't worry babe, you can join us

Kimi Kardashian

Oh no no no. Not those touchy hands near my sister!! 😨

Y/n

AHHHHHHHHHAAHAHAHAHAH 😭😭😭😭😭😭 PROTECTIVE ERA I LOVE ITTTTTTTTTTT

Charlie

Oh my god 🤣

Lando norriz

Are you and your little friends going to watch Barbie later 🥺

Y/n

Yes and we wear it loud and proud bitch

Lando norriz

Can I come dressed up like Ken?

Y/n

No.

Kimi Kardashian

No.

Y/n

You can come as Ryan. The dumbass who tries to steal Ken's girl.

Charlie

Ew.

Kimi Kardashian

Lando is not going near my sister. Especially with you and him around. You both are so so inappropriate. 🫵

Y/n

THANK YOUUUUUUU 😭😭😭😭

Lando norriz

It's called having good jokes, mate 😭😭😭

Roscoe's dad

Kimi's acting older than me 🤣

Y/n

Yeahh.... you are pretty old

Roscoe's dad

Hey!

Y/n

I'm just saying... you got abs, tho. That's what a woman likes, my guy

Charlie

Uhmmmmm

Y/n

Yall are gym partners???? You invited me last time?????

Charlie

Right...

Y/n

You know who else has those abs of steel 😏

Gas station lover

Me.

Y/n

Bruh. You don't have shit for days. I was talking about my Charles but okay.

Charlie

Thanks Chèrie ❤️

Gas station lover

WHATTTTT NO YOUR WRONG. LOOK AT THIS

Gas station lover

Y/n

Bitch you look you eat McDonald's for a living. Abs where? Certainly not on Max Verstappen.

Brit boi

😳 called out.

Lando norriz

Oop gurllllll

I-sack

Yasssss girl power!!!!!!!!

Brit boi

I have abs

Y/n

Mid.

Brit boi

HEY!

Y/n

LET'S BE REAL..... OUT OF ALL OF YOU CHARLES IS THE BEST.

Pasty ❔️

Yeah because your dating him 😅

Y/n

And he's nice and respectful and not trashy like... Lando

Lando norriz

Bruh.

Y/n

AND he got me Olive Garden one time for a surprise date!!!!! 😮

Kimi Kardashian

🤢🤢🤢 oh my god

Charlie

😅😅😅

Brit boi

Kimi's about to be sick 😭

Y/n

Don't worry kimi. When it's date night you can cook pasta for us.

Kimi Kardashian

YES, I will show you what a real Italian dish will be!!

Charlie

Oh my god 🤣

Y/n

My baby boy is all grown up and adult-ing 🤧🥺😞

Kimi Kardashian

😭😭😭

©sydwritess

Hey loves! Pt. 2 is here! Comment to be added to the tag list! Requests are open!

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[sydwritess]

Hello! I just stumbled upon you blog and I’m so excited! Can I request one w Carlos Sainz in which him and the reader were taking her of her nieces and nephews. Which in turn makes Carlos want kids. Which then results in a big argument because the reader doesn’t want kids ? The way it ends is up to your imagination. Thank you !!

Right Thing, Wrong Time

Carlos Sainz x fem!reader

Summary: One day of babysitting your niece and nephew was great, not seeing them after a while was refreshing. Who knew that one day could lead into something bigger then it should have been.

Second Person POV

Warnings: swearing, emotional trust issues

Notes: Requests are open!

You were in your apartment in Monaco, and your niece and nephew had just gotten dropped off for the day and were in the living room watching TV.

You were in the kitchen cooking up a quick lunch for them. "Rory, Charlie, come sit down." You yell from the kitchen. Rory came running into the kitchen, sitting down at the table in the little breakfast nook. Her blonde curls bouncing around as she did. Charlie walked in slowly, his head slightly down.

You grabbed their plates, throwing on some chicken nuggets and French fries for them and placing them down in front of them. You slowly sat next to Charlie.

"What's going on?" You ask quietly, looking down at him as he picks his food slowly.

No response. "Do you want something else?" You ask, pointing to the food.

"No." He deeply sighs. You sat there silently, looking as Rory quickly finished her meal.

"Can I please go watch TV?" She asks softly.

You smile. "Sure." She quickly gets up, puts her dish in the sink, and rushes off to the living room.

"What's been going on?" You ask Charlie.

"I've missed you. I don't get to see you anymore."

Your heart thumped. An ache you never thought you'd feel. "I'm here now." You reassure.

"But your always at races."

"I know, buddy." You sling a soft arm around him, pulling you closer to you. "How old are you?"

"Seven."

"Tell you what. After our break, you can come with me to Belgium. It will be a Charlie and aunt Y/n weekend."

His face lights up as he looks up to you. "Really?"

"Really." He tightly hugs you. He let go of you second after, focusing back on his unfinished lunch.

You were sitting with him, also looking over your shoulder to see Rory laughing at the TV. Then the doorbell rang. "I'll be back. Take your time." You tell Charlie. He nods his head.

You walk over to the door, opening it to find Carlos standing a few feet back. "Hi." You smile. You step aside as he walks in.

"Hi, mi amor." He hugs you.

"What are you doing here?"

He let's go of you, looking at Rory and then over at Charlie. "Just thought I'd stop by. Unless it's a bad time?"

"No, no, you're fine." You look over, pointing to Rory. "That's my niece Rory, and over there is my nephew, Charlie." You walk over to the kitchen, sitting next to Charlie again, Carlos sits across from you.

"Can I do some LEGOS when I'm done?" Charlie asks.

"Uhm, of course, dude, what do you have?" You say chilly

"The blue car this time."

"Which one? Cause there's like... ten."

"I don't know, Santa got it for me." He shrugs, finishing the last of his food.

"He is so cool." Carlos says.

Charlie points to you. "She's cooler."

You smirk. "Go put your plate in the sink." You stand up to let him out. Carlos stands up to. You quickly make your way to your bedroom, opening your closet door to get out Charlie's late birthday gifts. And a couple of early birthday gifts for Rory

You grabbed three huge LEGO boxes. One Mercedes car, one Red Bull car, and one Ferrari car. You reach over and grab a couple of Barbies for Rory and a pink Fast and Furious car. You shut the door and walk out of your room, the boxes overtaking your vision.

You look around them and walk into the living room. "Oh my God!" Charlie expresses.

You place the boxes on the floor and plop down on the couch, laying your head on Carlos chest. "Happy late and early birthday!"

"These are huge!" He carefully picks up each box, inspecting them carefully.

"How much were those?" Carlos mumbles.

"Like... six hundred." His eyes widen as you shrug.

Rory opens the small LEGO set easily, getting to work.

Charlie started opening one of the boxes. "No, no, sorry, you are not putting that together here. That's a home project." You stop him.

"Will you help me?"

"With yours, yeah." He rushes to his backpack on the couch, pulling out a small William's car box. He hands it to you, and you quickly open it, handing it back to him.

"Good team." Carlos smirks.

Charlie looks over to him. "Are you on the team?"

Carlos nods. "Best team out there."

"Hm... I like Lando Norris better. He's cool." Charlie says.

Carlos' face drops, and you cover your mouth with your hand to hold in your laughter.

Rory turns to look at you. "I like Lewis. He's soo cute."

Your eyes widen at her statement. "Babe, he's a little old for you."

"Age is just a number." She shrugs. Carlos wheezes out a laugh from behind you.

"You're five. Pick someone else who's not old." You say, tears brimming your eyes from the laughter.

She smirks widely, pointing behind you. "Carlos science is cute."

"Girl, you can not have my man." You joke.

"And it's not science, it's Sainz." Carlos adds on.

"George is cute too!"

"We're done." You laugh.

You spent the next couple of hours watching Barbie and watching the kid's build their LEGO set's together. You stayed on the couch with Carlos lying with him.

"I'm done." Charlie says happily, holding up the car he built. Rory holds hers up right after him.

"They look so good." You smile.

"Mine's faster than yours." Rory tells Charlie.

You reach your fist out to her. "Girl power." She fist bumps you back and smiles.

The two go back to playing with their cars. You grab your phone, going on the F1 app to purchase tickets for you and Charlie.

"Who are those for?" Carlos asks.

"Me and Charlie, he wants to go to Belgium with me." You smile, looking up at him.

He reaches his hand out slightly. "Can I see that?"

You hand him your phone, he takes it and types a bunch of stuff in it that you can't see. "There you go." He smirks.

You take it back. Looking at the screen:

VIP Pit-lane Package purchased.

Number of passes: Two

Cost Amount: 12,262.00

Credit Card Info: ***********12

Your eyes widen. You sit up straight and look back at him. "You did not." He smirks. "Shut up."

"Oh, I forgot." He reaches for the phone. "Does Rory want to go?"

"I want to go to Disneyland!" She exclamis.

"Alright then." He hands your phone back to you.

You shove it back. "No. No. You need to return those or- or give them to someone else- no."

"Not happening."

"Yes happening."

"It's twelve thousand dollars. That's like my rent for the year!"

"Well, that's my rent for you." He smiles.

"Oh my God." You whisper. Your thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the front door. You get up, giving him a side-eye as he laughs.

You open the door to find your cousin stand there. "Hi Y/c/n." You smile.

She hugs you, stepping inside. "How are you?"

"Good. The kids were great."

"I hoped they would be."

"Oh yeah... me and Charlie are going to Belgium in a couple of weeks." You point to Carlos who un-ashamedly waved. "You can thank him."

"That's okay, he'll enjoy it." She smiles.

Rory came running around the corner, Barbie's and LEGO car in hand. "Mommy, look what aunt Y/n gave us!"

"Wow, those are cool. Did you thank her?"

Rory nods aggressively, running to the kitchen to put her stuff in her backpack.

"What do I owe you for the tickets?" You cousin says, turning to Carlos.

"Trust me. You couldn't fucking afford those tickets." You roll your eyes, seeing Carlos laugh from the living room.

You see Charlie walk over to you, struggling with all of the boxes in his hand. "Look what Aunt Y/n gave me for my birthday!"

"Wow, buddy, those are awesome." Your cousin said. Charlie goes over to put some of his stuff in his bag, leaving the boxes out. "Thank you for watching them today."

"Of course, I love having them here." You smile. The kids come running up to you, hugging your legs tightly. You crouch down to meet them.

"Have mom text me if you guys ever want to come over." You say, wrapping your arms around them both.

Rory pulls away from you. "Will we come over before you leave?"

"Of course, we can even have a sleepover." You smirk.

"And since you're taking Charlie on vacation, we can go on vacation in Disney?"

"Disney vacation it is."

She hugs you tightly again. Charlie pulls away and connects his hand with your cousin's, so does Rory.

"Bye." Charlie says.

"Bye Char, I'll see you guys next week." You smile. The three walk out after saying goodbye, "You shut the door behind them and go back into the living room, sitting down next to Carlos.'

"They're cute." Carlos says.

You exhale a laugh. "Yeah, today was one of their good days." The room was silent. To silent. You were darting around the room slightly, while Carlos was looking at you.

"Do you ever want any?" He asks lowly. Your head snaps in his direction.

"What?"

"Like kids."

"Oh... I don't know. I guess I haven't thought that far ahead."

He looks at you silently, rubbing his hand through his hair. "I- I don't really think it's a good time." You say slowly.

"Why?"

"I mean... we both have busy careers. And I don't think it's right to have a kid just to hire someone else to watch them."

"We could take the time off."

"Yeah, but racing's your life, that wouldn't be fair to you."

He sat up slightly. "And I would put it on hold if it's the thing that matters most."

"I don't know." You trail, looking away from him.

"Why don't you know?"

"I just don't! That's- that's a really big step for us and it doesn't come around easily!" You snap, standing up.

"Why make it out to be? We have everything. We're financially stable, we can give them a good life, good everything." He backs, standing with you, looking at you. His voice got louder as he spoke.

"And we don't even live together, we're not married, and what about me? I'm the one who's got to carry it for nine months straight." You say angrily.

"And I can help you with whatever I would be there for you."

"What about your job? Are you just going to cut it out completely?"

"I wouldn't do that. It would work, and we could make it work."

"We could... in the future. Where we actually have time."

"When would that be?" He pushes. "Why is this so difficult for you? It's just a question!"

"I don't know, okay? I seriously don't know!" You pause, tears filling your eyes slowly. "I don't even know why you're pushing this!"

"Maybe because it feels right!"

"Maybe to you."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It feels fucking rushed to me, okay? We haven't even thought this through fully!" Before he could say anything more, you walk away, down the hallway into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.

You sit on the edge of your bed, pushing your hair out of your face as it falls with your head, gently resting in your hands.

You didn't know. You really did not know.

But why was he pushing it so hard? You didn't know.

What was the sudden change? You didn't know.

Was he going to leave you? You didn't know.

Tears were rushing down your cheeks. A knot tied so tight in your stomach it hurt. You were scared.

Until you hear a knock on your bedroom door. "Mi amore." His voice was muffled. He cracked open the door, looking for you before entering.

"What." You say coldly. And sharply, still looking at the floor.

"I'm sorry." He says quietly, standing next to you. "I just want to know where you're coming from. I made it seem about myself out there when it's really about you, too." He sits next to you, putting a hand on your back, making you look over at him.

"I'm scared. That- maybe I won't be good enough." You go quiet. Carlos doesn't say a thing. "I- I've seen some really scarey shit happen with my family from pregnancies, and that's the only thing I can think of when the topic comes up."

He grabs your hand with his other. "So tell me. Tell me what makes you this scared."

"If I die or get sick, that child's not going to have a mother and I just... I can't imagine what that would be like. Or... what if I fall backwards. Postpartum's a bitch to get through with my side of the family. What if I'm the worst mom out there, yelling at my kids or... worse."

"Cariño, you would never do that to them. You aren't that type of person." He pauses quickly. "And if you do get sick, then we will help you. You wouldn't have to do it alone. Ever."

"What... what if they don't love me?" You whisper.

He pulls you to him slowly, your head against this shoulder. "They would love you. You are the most kindest person on the planet. Anybody would be so lucky to have you in their life." He gently rocks you back and forth.

"I'm really sorry." He adds on.

"Can we just give it time?"

He kisses the top of your head lightly. "Of course, mi amor. I promise."

©sydwritess

Hey love! I hope you like this! Sorry the argument wasn't as big, but I seriously did not know how to word it, lol. Comment to be added to the f1 tag list! Requests are open!

[sydwritess]

Hey, I saw you need ideas :)

For all of them the reader is 28 :)

- Lewis Hamilton: friends to lovers, the reader has Bern friends to the whole grid for years and Lewis finally admits his feelings and the boys jokingly bet about it

- Lewis Hamilton: Roscoe gets lost and the reader finds him

- Lando Norris: the reader is a VIP Guest in the McLaren Garage and Lando ist smitten by her

- Oscar Piastri: the reader wins a meet and greet and Oscar stumbles over his own words, so the whole McLaren Crew help him and invite her to a Tour

- Charles Leclerc: the reader is Leos nanny and they fall in love

Hope you like them :)

Greetings :)

Fucking love you!! These will be out later within the next couple of weeks as separate fics so look out! Requests are open!

-Syd

[sydwritess]

Honestly, y'all... I'm running out of ideas!! If you have any whatsoever pls drop them in my inbox cuzzzz kinda going brain dead!! Jk, but for real ideas, ideas, ideas 💕

I feel like I repeat the same stuff over and over and I feel like it's not good lmao!

Please help a girl out!

-Syd

[sydwritess]

Love all the way Through Pt. 3

Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader

Summary: You have always been a big fan of f1, especially Ferrari. Your friend Charles always invites you to races, until one day you meet someone particularly special.

Second Person POV

Warning: swearing, age gap (around 10- 15 years)

Notes: requests are open!

01 02 03 04 05

The British GP went by fast. The two Ferrari boys were getting ready for the final race, suiting up and talking to the engineers. You were standing off to the side of the garage, scrolling through your phone, not wanting to bother anyone.

"I'm surprised you haven't come to wish me good luck." A voice says, cutting through your silence. Lando was standing right in front of you.

"I... hope that you don't crash." You say, nodding your head.

"That's reasonable. But I was hoping for a good luck hug. You always give Charles one, and he seems to win when you do."

"Maybe it's called having skill. I'm not giving you a hug." You smirk.

"What.... no hug for the famous Lando Norris?" He says.

"No. But if you want, I see a pillow over there, you could pretend that's me." You say, pointing to a random pillow off to the side of the garage.

"Doesn't do me any good now, does it?"

"I don't know. But I think that the 'great Lando Norris' hasn't earned privileges to hug me." You back.

"Well how to I earn my privileges."

"Start by not flirting with her for one." Charles chuckles, walking over to you with Lewis.

"For real." You say.

"Well, that's not nice, is it?"

"Never said I was." You smirk.

"Maybe you could give me my good luck hug now." He smirks.

"That's not my job."

"So what is?"

"Standing here... and, not, arguing with people like you."

"Hey... we're just talking."

"That pillows still over there. Why don't you go get your chance with that." You giggle.

He rolls his eyes and walks away, back to his garage.

"Fucking hell." You laugh.

"What was that about?"

"Just Lando being Lando." You say.

You three stand at the edge of the garage, talking with one of the engineers about the race.

All of a sudden, you see Max walk up to you slowly, looking at you and then Charles. "Just wanted to say good luck." He shook Lewis and Charles' hand.

"Thanks, man." Lewis smiled. Charles didn't say a word. Max quickly took that as a sign to leave, waving goodbye before he did.

"What was that?" Lewis mumbles. "You never ignore him." He looks over at Charles, who had his jaw tightened, eyes narrowed and body stiff.

"Just a different day." He said sharply, walking away.

"What the..." Lewis mumbles, scratching the back of his neck.

"It's a lot to explain." You say gently.

"Can we talk after the race?" He smirks.

"Sure." You grab a little piece of paper from next to you and grab a pen from your bag, writing your number down on it. "Dinner tonight?" You ask casually.

He let's out a small laugh. "Sure, I'll text you."

"Perfect." You walk away, walking over to the paddock club. You were walking up the staircase, entering a big room full of celebrities and special paddock people.

You got escorted to a small, two person table on the balcony to watch the race better. "Anything I can get you?" The gentleman asks.

"Just a water, please." He nods his head and walks away. Your gaze follows him, walking inside until it switches over to someone walking outside. Kelly.

You look away quickly, your eyes down at the track. All of the drivers lined up in their positions.

"Hi Y/n." Kelly says cheerfully, throwing out a quick fake smile. She sat down across from you, putting her purse on the table. You don't answer. You just keep your eyes on the track. You suddenly feel a small tap on your arm, making you look at her.

Her eyes are narrow. "I said hi."

"Hi." You say sharply.

"How have you been? After... everything?" He asks, bringing up memories from the past. Your waiter comes through with your glass of water just then.

"Can I please move?" You ask him.

"Is everything okay?" He asks worridly.

"I was seated here, supposed to be alone, but she came over here. And I don't feel comfortable with her near me." You say, looking at Kelly.

"Of course ma'am, come with me." He grabs your coat and purse for you, and you follow him to the other end of the balcony, somewhat lining up with the finish line. "We will make sure she doesn't sit with you again." He says gently.

"Thank you." You say, sitting down in the chair. You are tucked in the corner of the balcony, watching the drivers fly by lap after lap.

"Y/n Y/l/n, great to see you." A deep voice said. You look over to see Terry standing by your table.

"Terry." You smile, standing up to hug him. "How are you?"

"Great, How are you?"

"Good, you want to sit?" You ask.

"Sure, thanks." He sits down across from you, looking out at the track.

"It's great to see you again. It's been so long." You say.

"I know, When was it last? Miami?"

"Yeah."

"Are you still living out that way?" He asks.

"Yeah, but... I'm on the track a lot, my friend brings me." You say.

"I know, I wish I wasn't so busy so I could come to more races." he chuckles.

"The Terry Crews busy? Why don't I believe it?" You joke.

"I know, I know. I really need to clear out my schedule." He admits, putting his hands up.

Your waiter comes over to you slowly. "Ma'am are you okay?" He asks.

"Oh yeah, we are actually friends... this time." You say. He nods his head and walks away.

"I must be dangerous or something." Terry joked.

"No, it's not you... I had to move because Kelly thought she could just come over and sit with me out of the blue." You explain.

"Kelly Piquet?

"Yeah."

"You guys are still beefing?"

"Yeah... Don't think I'll ever get over it." You say sadly.

"Listen... if I was in your shoes, or if that happened to my wife. I wouldn't be so happy either."

"Well, it's not just that... it's the people around me, too. Like Charles, for example. He thinks that because what me and I are going through, he shouldn't be friends with Max. And- and I tell him that he can do what he wants, but he insists on not supporting them." You say, putting a hand up slightly.

"I understand that. Honestly, I think, from my perspective, what she did wasn't right... and posting it publicly on all of her platforms... that's just not something a grown adult should do. I mean, seriously. She's what? Thirty-five? That's pretty grown if you ask me." He says.

"Yeah... I didn't know we were in high school." You say.

"That's exactly what I was going to say. And it sucks because everybody in the world is out to get each other. It's like... one post from her, and everybody is on her side, not yours or whoever's. People believe the first thing they see."

"It sucks. Really. I don't understand like... we're all adults here. She had no right to make fun of my life like that."

He points at you slightly. "Too bad you can't make a song out of it or something."

You smirk, taking a sip of your drink.

"Oh shit." He leans back in his chair.

"You can't tell anyone though."

"I cross my heart and hope to die." He says, crossing his heart. "Can you tell some detail?"

"It's a song called 'A Lot.' A remix of 21 Savages' old song." You say.

"I've listened to it before. What part are you doing?"

"He added a part for me in between his and the chorus. We already sang it, but now we just need J. Cole in the studio, and that's it."

"That's awesome."

"Yeah... I only have a couple of lines, but they are like lines of my past." You take your phone out of your purse, pulling up the lyrics from your notes.

You slid your phone over to him, and he reads it:

"Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks

My heart so cold I could put it in my cup

Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us

Then you went and wrote a statement

And that really fucked me up

My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast

My brother got life and it turned me to the streets

I been through the storm and it turned me to a G

But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats."

"That's really good." He smiles. "I assume the 'Then you wrote a statement and that really fucked me up' line is about Kelly?"

"Yeah. I figured... how can make this about her, without mentioning her." You say.

"Smart. I will definitely listen to this when it comes out. I never even knew you, rap." He smiles.

"A little secret of mine. Have you done any new projects?" You ask.

"White Chicks two."

"I love that movie." You laugh.

"I know, honestly, I never I expected to agree on a second film."

"Old movies are making a comeback."

"They sure ar-"

"Excuse me." You look over to see Kelly standing at your table, twirling a piece of hair around her finger. "Do you mind if me and my friend have a chat?"

Terry looks at you and then back at Kelly. "Yes, actually, I do. We haven't seen each other in a while and I think it's important that we catch up." Terry said politely.

"It'll just be a second."

"Yes, but... you also see each other at every race. And in fact, you are also the woman who mocked her life, calling yourselves friends." He looks between you and Kelly, putting his hands up slightly in a calming way. "Now I don't want to start drama or anything, because I myself am here to have a good time but... she moved away from you-" She walked away whilst rolling her eyes.

"I am so sorry." You say.

"It's alright, trust me. You don't see half of it over on sets and everything." He smiles.

"I love that you were so polite, I seriously need lessons." You joke. You look down at the track, noticing the race was more than halfway over. Lando was in the lead. Charles was in fourteenth place, and Lewis was forth.

"Hamiltons doing good." Terry stated. You nod in agreement. "Have you met him?"

"Yeah, a few days ago, he's pretty nice." You say.

"Pretty nice, you should talk to him about all of the movements and charities he does- it'll put something in common between you two."

"What kind of movement?" You look back at him.

"Mission 44, about empowering young people in school who are having a tough time. Harlem's children Zone focuses on families and children who are less fortunate in New York City. Great Ormond Street Hospital, a children's hospital in London. UNICEF focuses on children's rights. There's a couple more, but... he does a lot." He says.

"Damn... I need to up my game." You say.

"Are you still involved with the women's rights charity?" He asks.

"Yeah, I actually got promoted to a leader in there. It's quite nice."

"Congratulations. See? Already upping your game." He smiles.

You look down at the track again, one more lap as the drivers all zoom by you. "Yeah, I know, right?"

"Well, I'm going to go down to the garages. Will I see you in Ferrari?" He asks, standing up.

"Actually, can I go with you?"

"Yeah of course."

You get up and walk out of the paddock club together. You walk downstairs and back behind the garages. You step in the Ferrari garage just as the horn blows, signaling the race was over.

Lando had won. They all made their way around the track, Lewis being the first to pull in front of the garage. Charles pulled in shortly after, not making his lap around.

Charles got out of his car, putting his helmet in it gently. You give him a worried look, to which he nodded his head and mouthed 'all good.'

"Hey man, you did great." Terry said, hugging lewis who was now standing in front of you. Charles slowly walks over to the three of you.

"You did great." You smile at Lewis.

"Thank you." He says politely.

You hug Charles when he reaches you. "You did great, too."

"Thanks."

"Leclerc, we need your input over here." Xavier asked suddenly.

Charles gave him a confuses look. "Sure."

Xavier then looked at you. "Y/l/n, you too."

"Okay." You say slowly. You follow behind Xavier and Charles to Charles car, who was being disabled by the team.

"What problems did you say you had?" Xavier asked, grabbing a notebook and pen.

"Uh- yeah, well, the halo came off... on the corner first of all. And I don't know what it is, but when I hit the side of the track, the car bounced more than it does. It almost sent me flying off the track. And the wing, the front one I could see it move as I drive, even though I didn't crash. The brakes were off. I don't know if that was the rain, but they have felt off for the last couple of races."

Xavier was writing everything Charles was spilling out.

"The paddles are acting weird. They stick. The DRS... someone told me to use it, and I did, and it got me further behind... so."

"Alright." Xavier finishes his notes. "What can you tell us about this y/n?"

"Why me?"

"Just... want your imput." He smirks.

"Well... i think the responsible thing to do with the halo is to get a new one. If you glue it or... whatever, that could just lead to more problems that you really don't need. So- and I assume you don't want those problems. The suspension is too low." You look at Charles. "Which is why you almost flew off the track." You look back at Xavier.

"You want to raise the suspension. By the looks of it only a little bit, not just enough, so it grazes the curb, a little more than that. It may give you less speed, but you can easily fix that by a whole new wing. Treat it as if he had gotten crashed into. Just a little damage can send the wing flying in the next race, which we should all know is not good." By now, Lewis and Terry had come up, standing behind you.

You cross your arms, aimlessly pointing around the room. "And I don't know who the fuck told him to use the DRS but you might want to have a talk with them because using it in the rain, along with a safety car, not the smartest move out there. He could've been dead in a second if not timed, right? That's why he fell behind... even more. So definitely go through your cameras and find whoever that wad cause that... was really fucking stupid. Then brakes... could have been from the rain but seeing as it's been a problem. Their either to loose or to tight."

"It's kind of hard to use them." Charles adds in.

"Too tight. So loosen those, just a little bit, or, once again, he'll go off track. Lift the car, and you'll be able to spot it easily. The paddles might not be an easy fix. If they stick... could be because of the heat. If not, you might need to loosen them, but that will take a lot. If you've never done it, so... maybe just a new wheel entirely. But if you are crazy smart and somehow know how to work your magic, then do it. Because it takes a lot just to take it apart, and get a screwdriver in there and possibly not even find what you are looking for. It would honestly be easier to get a new wheel, hook all of it up and... be done." You stop slowly, looking around as all eyes are on you. The garage went silent, some with shocked expressions, some with smirks. Lewis was one with a big smirk plastered on his face.

"Girl, you smart as hell!" Terry says, patting you on the shoulder.

"Good work, Y/l/n." Xavier looked at you with a smile and then to the rest of the garage. "Here that? Everyone needs to get to work on this car ASAP." He says loudly.

"Oh my god." Charles slowly looked at you. "How?"

"Guess I'm just smart." You say proudly.

"And your father was a mechanic." He adds on.

"But I am still smart. Standing here... everyone looking at me like a deer in headlights wondering, 'How the hell does she know this?'" You pause, pointing to your temple. "Paying attention." You whsiper.

Terry laughs slowly. "I like her. Girls got fire."

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Insanely Hot

Max Verstappen x fem!reader

Summary: You were always known to have high anger issues, especially when it came to you or your loved ones. But nobody expected you to show them in public.

Second Person POV

Warning: swearing

Notes: requests are open!

Some people call you and Max the power couple. Max was always known as fierce, competitive, sometimes even mad.

You were somewhat the same, but you mostly kept your anger inside if you. Sometimes bottled up so much that you lash out at the wrong people.

You didn't want to, but when it came to your loved ones... there was no turning back honestly.

You were sitting in the Red Bull garage, watching the race from the computer screen. It had just started, and the drivers were a couple of laps in.

Max and Kimi were already fighting for the higher position. They went around one specific turn, and before you know it, they collide.

You hold your breath in, not even meaning to. Max immediately jumps out of the car, going over to Kimi. You thought he was going to lash out, but you were completely wrong.

From the zoomed in camera angle, you see Kimi repetitively apologize to Max. But Max told him it was okay. The nervous look on Kimi's face made the team snark at the computer screen's.

Poor Kimi was already tearing up by now. You walk out towards the edge of the garage. You see one of the safety cars drive around the track.

Max and Kimi walk along the pit lane, talking to each other as a medic follows behind them. They both see you standing there, leaning against the garage wall.

They finally reach you and stop before you.

"Are you okay?" You ask Max.

"I'm fine, don't worry." He says.

"I'm sorry again." Kimi said, looking between Max and the ground.

Max puts a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, Kimi. I'm serious. Shit like that happens all the time. That's what we have mechanics for."

Kimi nods and then gets taken away by the medic.

"Ah Jesus." Max breaths out, sitting down in a chair in the garage.

"Are you sure your okay?" You ask, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm okay. The only person I'm not sure about it Kimi."

"I know. He seemed really upset."

"Upset? Try apologizing a thousand times in a minute." Max laughs out.

"Because he's scared. You know you are pretty scary sometimes." You say, smirking.

"Me, scary? No schatje, that's you." He smiles, wrapping a hand around your waist, pulling you to him more.

"Yes, you." You say, pointing a finger to his chest. "He's probably scared you would yell at him."

"I would never yell at Kimi." He said.

"What about Lando?"

"Nope."

"Yuki?"

"Nope."

"Lewis?"

"Nope."

"George?"

"Yes." He said. He answered that quicker than the others.

"Bottom of the totem pole." You tease.

"Exactly." He says, grabbing his water bottle.

"And.. where would I be on this pole?" You ask.

"At the very top." He smirks. "What about me?"

"You'd share a spot with George." You tease.

"Wow. That stung." He said, putting a fist to his chest.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." You say, leaning into him more. You look up from Max to see Christian standing there with his arms crossed. Max sighs and stands up.

"This might take a minute." Max says.

"It's okay, I'll be here." You smile. He let's go of your hand and walks away with Christian.

You turn around, ready to walk out of the garage when you see Yuki standing behind you. "Hey Y/n, are you okay?". He asks, shifting his stance awkwardly.

"Oh yea, I'm fine. What's up?"

"I was going to see how Max was, but he walked away."

"Yeah I think he's about to get yelled at." You joke. "What are you doing here?"

"I spun out." He said.

"Oh I'm sorry. I assume your next in line with Christian?" You ask.

"Yeah..." He says, trailing off slowly.

"I know he can be harsh and all, but you can't forget that you are also new to. And... everyone makes mistakes." You say, pausing. "If he yells at you just come get me. I'll take care of it." You smirk.

"I will. I will see you around." He says, chuckling.

"Bye." You say.

You walk out of the garage, walking out through the paddock. There were select people walking around, most of the fans were sitting watching the race.

There were multiple photographers lined up against the paddock wall, capturing pictures of the race. You pass by a couple of small stands, most of them were apparel for different teams. You stop by one shop in particular.

"How can I help you today?" The women asks.

"Can I just get a water please?" You ask.

"Yep, that will be 1.50 please." She says, smiling. You hand her the money and in return she hands you the water.

You walk away further down the paddock and stop, sitting on a bench. You had a perfect view of the race. Sure it was lower than the fence but you could still see the cars going by.

"I know, I can't believe him. He's probably throwing a fit." Someone said, you look to the left of you, seeing three guys standing together, talking to each other.

"He always cry's when he doesn't win. I swear. If he's not in first place, that's it, everyone has to have a bad day." Another guys says.

"That should be a headline, 'Max Verstappen, not in first? The world is over." The third guys says. Max's name catches you.

"I don't even know what his girlfriend see's in him. He probably goes home and hits her at the end of a bad day." The first guy says.

"I know. I feel bad for her. He's angry, self centered, only cares about racing. She probably get's left behind like some side piece." The second guy says. That made you pissed.

You get up from the bench you were sitting on, and walk over to the three guys.

"Oh hey, aren't you Verstappen's girl?" The blond one asks.

"Yeah, I heard that shit you were talking over here." You say, looking at all of them.

"Relax honey. We were just talking." One of them says.

"Besides, if you were with one of us. We'd actually pay attention to you." The third one says.

"What?"

"What. Your boyfriend is a fucking robot. Always thinking about himself." The blonde on says.

You step closer to him, he just laughs. You swing your fist at him hard, making him fall to the ground. The guy to your right tries to attack you, but you swing your elbow into his face, making his nose bleed.

"What the fuck!" He yells. The guy to your left throws a punch at you, but you block it, twisting his arm around and kicking him in the back. There was a crowd of people surrounding you.

Security rushes over, putting your arms behind your back, detaining you. "That's enough!" He yells. The other security men pick all three guys up, detaining them to.

"Go." The guard says, releasing your arms. You look at him confused. "Now." He says firmly.

You rush off, going down to the end of the paddock where the Red Bull garage is.

"Are you okay?" Yuki asks, seeing you walk in.

"You have ice around here?" You ask, looking at your semi-bleeding knuckles.

"Uhh..." He pauses, looking around. He hen spots a freezer, walking over to it quickly and filling a small bag with ice. "Here." he quickly hands it to you.

You slightly smile at him. "Thanks." You go through the garage and inside to the paddock. There were few people in there. You sit down on a bench by the main entrance, having a small view of the track through the window.

You could still hear the loud cheers and talking of the crowd around the track, but no one was around you. You place the ice gently on your hand, wincing at the coolness.

You sat there for what felt like hours, slouched in the bench, head leaned back against it. You hear the soft padding of shoes to the left of you. You slowly turn your head to see max standing there.

"What happened?" He asked, rushing down to you.

"Got in a fight." You say tiredly.

"A fight? Why?"

"Some guys were talking shit about you." You turn your gaze towards him.

"You punched someone because they were talking about me?" He asked, looking up at you, grabbing your hand lightly.

"They said you fucking abuse me at home, Max! What did you want me to do!"

"Hey, It's okay. Don't get to worked up." He said calmly. "Both you and I know that is not true."

"But they think it is."

"Who cares what they think. I-" He pauses, looking away form you and then back in your eyes. "Have you ever shown up to a race with a bruise on your face?"

"No."

"Have you ever shown up, trying to hide your body because of a bruise or cut?"

"No."

"Have you ever shown up with makeup on your face?"

"I hate makeup."

"That's my point." He smiles. "I love that you were sticking up for me... but I also don't want to see you get banned from races for the rest of your life." He jokes.

You smile at him slightly. "They really pissed me off." You say through a smile.

"I can tell." He says, looking at your hands. "But you still took it into careful consideration." He says, jabbing a finger at the bag of ice.

"Made sure of it."

"You could have hurt yourself." He said quietly.

"I can fight."

"You used to do karate when you were a kid."

"I guess it stuck with me." You shrug.

"You stopped when you were twelve."

"And?"

"They could have hurt you."

"They hurt me long before they I punched them."

You both sit there for a moment. The muffled crowd cheering outside of the paddock. The drivers going around the track loudly.

"Come on." He pulls you up from the bench you were sitting on, and leads you inside the nearby bathroom.

"Your not supposed to me in here." You say as he follows you in the women's bathroom.

"I'm Max Verstappen. It's okay." He easily lifts you on to the counter, sitting you down on it.

"Is that your excuse?"

"No excuse."

You slightly laugh. He gently takes your hand, bringing it into the sink and washing the blood off. "Ow!"

"Sorry, sorry I was just trying to clean it." He removes his hand from yours.

"I guess the abusive traits are finally showing through." You joke, holding a hand to your chest. He looks up at you, sighing as he moves his head. His seriousness doesn't last long as a small smile cracks through.

"I'm just glad to know you would hit someone for me. It's... cute." He admits.

You hook your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. "Your cute."

"Even when I'm mad?"

"Even when your mad."

"Even when I work constantly?"

"Even when you work constantly."

"Even when I-"

"Your cute. Oher people don't think so. But that's because they're not you." You interrupt. You see a small blush creep across his face.

He wraps his arms around you waist. You rest your head on his shoulder.

"Your especially cute when... at the end of a race, you take your race shirt off. That's cute." You whisper. He let's out a small laugh, hugging you tighter.

"Maybe you could teach me karate these next few weeks so I could defend you."

You put away from him, putting a hand on his chest. "But I only did it when I was a kid." You say dramatically.

"But-"

"I can't do that now! I was only twelve!"

He laughs, not a fake laugh. A laugh that he's held in for a while. For what felt like his whole life.

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Groupchat's with Y/n Series 2, Pt. 1

F1 grid x reader

Summary: group chats with Y/n and the drivers of F1

Warning: swearing

Notes: requests are open!

01 02 03 04 06 06 07 08 09 10

Y/n started a groupchat

Y/n added George

Y/n added Kimi

Y/n added Lando

Y/n added Oscar

Y/n added Max

Y/n added Yuki

Y/n added Daniel

Y/n added Charles

Y/n added Lewis

Y/n added Ollie

Y/n added Isack

Y/n added Franco

Y/n added Alex

Y/n added Carlos

Kimi

Hello 😊

Y/n

Hello 👋

Charles

Hey! Why wasn't added first??

Lando

And me??

Y/n

Cuzzzzzzzzzz

George

Am I the favorite since I got added first?

Y/n changed George to Brit boi

Y/n changed Charles to Charlie

Y/n changed Lando to Lando norizz

Y/n changed Oscar to Pasty❔️

Y/n changed Max to Gas station lover

Y/n changed Yuki to Yuki #1

Y/n changed Lewis to Roscoe's dad

Y/n changed Daniel to Ricardo

Y/n changed Ollie to Beary 🫐

Y/n changed Isack to I-sack

Y/n changed Franco to Francisco

Y/n changed Alex to Alexa

Y/n changed Carlos to Chili 🌶

Y/n changed Kimi to Kimi Kardashian

I-sack

PLEASEEEE CHANGED CHARLES TO DIRTY AIR!!! I WILL PAY YOU!!!

Y/n changed Charlie to Dirty air

Dirty air

I thought you loved me!

Y/n

I do don't worry 😉

Kimi Kardashian

My mom got stolen 😪

Y/n

Don't worry kimi I still like you. Your cool

Kimi Kardashian

😊

Brit boi

Hey he's mine!!!

Y/n

Fuck you you British slut. Take me to court BITCH!! 😡

Gas station lover

Where am I in this?

Y/n

No custody for you!! You kid abuser!

Gas station lover

Oh...?

Kimi Kardashian

Either way, if this was real.... I'd go with y/n. She's cool and lets me cook pasta for her whenever I want. 😋

Brit boi

😲😲 the betrayal. I thought you were my teammate 😔

Kimi Kardashian

🤷‍♂️

Roscoe's dad

Didn't know you had kids now Charles. Congrats man. 👏

Dirty air

I didn't know I had them either tbh

Lando norizz

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I-sack

WHAT THE FUCK!! 😭😭

Brit boi

Court date at the next race 😑

Y/n

I-sack

🤣🤣🤣

Alexa

Wtffff

Lando norizz

Not Barbie man!!

Dirty air

Jesus 🤣

Chili

Congrats on your new kid Charles.

Dirty air

Thanks lmao

Y/n

All my hard work paid off 😉

Brit boi

What work??

Y/n

The work (mostly art) of punching u in the face

Gas station lover

Wish I got that luxury.

Y/n

Y'all have some mad tension you needa work out

Lando norriz

Okay 'y'all'

Y/n

Fuck off. Mr. 'I don't have a gf cause I'm a slut'

I-sack

Oop- chile no she did not.

Francisco

But I think she did #scared

Lando norriz

Charles got lucky.

Y/n

Unlike you. Thinking with your dick all the time.

Kimi Kardashian

Oop-

Lando norriz

...

Y/n changed Dirty air to Charlie

Y/n

Peace out motherfuckers.

Lando norriz

Good riddance.

Charlie

😅 I would just like to say I do not have any control of her actions or words, so.. pls don't come for me.

Brit boi

Omg 😂

Y/n

OH YEAH BTWWWWWWW

Charlie

Yeah?

Gas station lover

??

Brit boi

?

Lando norriz

??

Y/n

I'll see you at home Charles. Can't wait for tonight 😏😉

Lando norriz

🤢🤢

Kimi Kardashian

Oh my god...

Charlie

I think you just scared the whole team love

Y/n

😈😈😈

Roscoe's dad

Oh my god 😂

Gas station lover

The fact that she doesn't even care 😅

Francisco

GET YOUR MAN GIRLLLLLLLLLLL

I-sack

CLAIM YOUR MANNNNNNN

Y/n

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA 'SIMPLY LOVELY'

Gas station lover

😂

Y/n

Can I just say.........................

Charlie

?????

Roscoe's dad

This can only be good.

Y/n

Kimi might be a big brother!

Charlie

No! We can think all we ant but not yet!

Kimi Kardashian

AWEEEE I would be the best big brother!!!

Beary 🫐

Mate you already are lmaooo

Roscoe's dad

Please, we really need Charles for the team....... hold onto your hormones for now 🙏🙏

Brit boi

I agree that Lewis might struggle out there.

Y/n

Yeah because Ferrari fucked him over until he wouldn't walk the next day.

Roscoe's dad

😲

Charlie

Omg lamo

Kimi Kardashian

#gross

Chili 🌶

I also agree with Y/n.... maybe not about the not walking part but...

Brit boi

Shouldn't have left Mercedes man.

Y/n

But then my adorable son wouldn't be here you... shag

Lando norriz

You used it wrong 🤣🤣 but good try

Y/n

I'm using google translate!! Don't hate the player BITCH

Brit boi

HAHAHAHA

Kimi Kardashian

Anywayyyyyyy I'm adorable now and you all are not! Sucks to me u

Y/n

PRAISE THE LORD

I-sack

ALL HAIL SIR KIMI

Charlie

🤣🤣🤣

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Summer days

George russell x fem!reader

Summary: You, george and your friends all hand out together for a summer party. Just having fun in the pool, playing games, and doing a barbecue.

Second Person POV

Notes: fic takes place in the middle picture above in case y'all like to picture what you read! requests are open!

You and George had just arrived at the Miami Beach Edition Hotel in Miami, Florida. You thought it would be a nice getaway while he had the next two weeks off from racing.

That was... until all of the boys heard you were leaving. And now they were flying out to, their plane landing soon after yours.

Kimi, Lando, Oscar, Lewis, Charles, Carlos, Max, and Ollie were all on that plane. More excited about the vacation than you were.

You and George were in your room, unpacking your suitcases to find swimwear to go into the pool. It was getting late-ish out seeing how it was around five-thirty, but you have plenty of time to go out.

It was a regular size room. It was a light brown and tan color scheme setting. It had a bathroom right off of the main door to the right. Further in to the right was one bed. A big window took up the whole wall straight ahead across the room from the main door. It had this nice big, tan chair in the back left corner between the window and the table that was under the TV with a lamp next to it. There was a chair at the table for a working area too.

"What do you think about these?" George asks, holding up a pair of swim trunks with ducks on them.

"Where did you even find those?" You giggle.

"It was a Christmas gift." He smirks.

"You know... my aunt got my uncle a pair of swim trunks with his dogs face on them." You say.

"Oh yeah?"

"How would you feel if I got a pair of you but with Max's face on them?" You smirk.

"Your done." He says, chuckling.

"Awe, it would be so cute! I could get one for you of his face and a pair for him with your face! Such couple goals." You say excitedly.

"No, couple goals are you and me. Number one paddock couple." He says, pulling you towards him, his hand wrapped around your waist.

"Yeah but..." You trail off.

"Listen... I will wear swim trunks with Max's face on them if you promise to go to Australia with me during our next-"

"No." You say, cutting him off.

"You didn't even let me finish."

"No."

"You are such a scaredy cat." He says.

"Okay, I'm sorry that I don't want to get eaten by a tarantula." You say.

"I didn't get eaten by a tarantula."

"Because your George Russell. They like you."

"You are right. Everyone likes me." He says. You walk over to the bathroom, stopping in front of the door before walking in.

"Everyone?" You remark.

"Yeah... why?"

"I just think it's ironic how you automatically assume that because we're together, that means I like you." You smirk.

He looks over at you. "That's a lie."

"I don't know. Max did look pretty good the other day." You tease.

He comes fast towards you, running down the small room, but before he can reach you, you slam the bathroom door in his face.

You quickly change into your bikini, putting a cover-up skirt around you. You grab your phone and your sandals and slowly open the bathroom door.

"Y/n! Don't you leave!" George shouts from further in the room. Luckily, the bathroom was right by the main door.

You open the door quickly, letting it slam shut behind you, and you sprint down the hallway. You run to the elevators. You see the guys all standing there.

"Oh hey y/n!" Lando days happily.

"Hide me!" You say quickly, hiding behind Lewis.

"Y/n!" George shouts from down the hallway. You screech.

"What is going on?" Kimi asks

"Shut up." You whisper. Suddenly, Charles stands next to Lewis, blocking you between them and an elevator.

"Hey man, good to see you." Charles says, smiling widely.

"Did y/n go downstairs?" George asks.

"Yeah, we saw her run out. Went in that one." Carlos says, pointing to the opposite elevator you were in front of.

"Thanks." George says. He clicks the elevator button. The door opens slowly, and he steps inside.

"Oh my God." You laugh out, standing up from the floor.

"What even happened?" Ollie asks.

"Well, you see." You say, walking over to Max and leaning on his shoulder. "Me and George were joking around, and I said Max looked cute, and someone got a little jealous." You say.

"Makes sense. I am good-looking." Max says.

You giggle. "No you aren't."

"Hey, what!" He retorts.

"Anyway. Where are your rooms?"

"703, 704, 705, and 706." Lewis says.

"Follow me. I'll be your personal tour guide." You smirk, walking down the hallway.

"Personal, huh?" Lando smiles.

"Mr. Norris, will you please get your head out of your ass or else we will have to ask you to fly back to your native country." You day, putting your hands behind your back, acting like a tour guide.

"Native country." Kimi snickers.

"Here. It goes 703, 704, 705, and 706." You say, pointing to your left to all of the rooms down the hallway. "Just in case you couldn't read." You say.

"There you are!" A voice shouts to your right. You turn to see George down the hallway.

"Unlock your room, now!" You tell Lewis. He fumbles with his key card in his wallet. George quickly comes up behind you, putting his arms over your chest and pulling you to him.

"God, you old people are so slow." You say, rolling your eyes.

The group laughs.

"This old person still goes to the gym." Lewis says, pointing at himself.

"I know. Saw it in people magazine. You look good for your age."

"Hey, what-" George says, cutting himself off.

"Relax, Georgia." You say.

While Lewis unlocks his room, you catch Lando's eyes on you.

"Nice bathing suit." He smirks.

You look at him before walking behind Lewis. "Freak." You say loudly.

Some of the guys chuckle to themselves before going down the hall into their rooms.

You go in and lay down on the first bed in the room. "Oh my, this is comfortable as fuck! More comfortable than my room!" You exaggerate.

"Love, you haven't even laid down in our bed." George said, walking over to you.

Charles looks over at you two. One of your hands incased in Georges'. "The real thing I want to know is why you have ducks on your swim trunks?" He asked, looking down at George's shorts.

"They are cool!" George said.

"It was either those or custom-made Verstappen shorts." You say, looking over at Charles.

"Ah, mate, I would have went with Verstappen." Charles smirked.

"I told him I would go get them made for him! The shop is right down the street." You say.

Charles walks over to the bathroom door, stopping and looking over at George. "I know where I'm going later." He smirks, shutting the door behind him.

"No, you're not!" George shouts. You could hear Charles' faint laugh from the bathroom before there was a knock on the door. Lewis goes over and opens it up.

Kimi, Lando, Oscar, Max, Ollie, and Carlos all walk in. Swim suits, on, towels, and hand and ready to go.

"Nice bottoms." Kimi chuckles, pointing at George's shorts.

"It's called high fashion." George says proudly.

Charles had walked out of the bathroom, Lewis going in right behind him.

"Max." You say, grabbing his attention. "Me and Charles are going down to the printing shop later-'

"No!" George says.

"Shush." You say. He instantly shuts up. "Anyway, we were going to get George a pair of swim shorts with your face on them, and I was wondering if you wanted to twin with him with his face on yours." You smirk.

"No."

"God, you guys are so lame." You say, rolling your eyes.

"I would want a t-shirt, shots, pajamas, a hat, gloves, shoes, the works. It would be my new outfit in Belgium." He smirks.

"Yes!" You yell. The group laughs.

"You lot are awful." George says, waving his finger around. Soon after, Lewis came out of the bathroom, standing with the group.

"I didn't know this was some man-whore competition." You say, looking at all of the shirtless guys in front of you.

"It's called being comfortable." Lando says.

You point over to Kimi and Ollie. "Look- look, Kimi and Ollie are the only ones that are wearing shirts." You say, standing up out of bed. "Good job, you guys. Keeping it PG." You say, the pair next to you laugh.

The whole group leaves Lewis' and Charles' room, walking down to the elevator and waiting for it. Everyone talks about random things, walking into the elevator and going down to the lobby.

You all stepped out of the elevator. Lando booked it down the hallway towards the patio area outside.

"You man-child!" You yell after him, making him stop in his tracks.

"I don't want to mature! I'm happy where I am!" He yells back, going outside.

"The definition of man-child." Oscar says, slightly laughing. You all laugh and walk outside to the pool. It was a big pool, luckily no one was in it. It was right up against Miami Beach. It had the water view right there and some of the coast to.

You all laid your towels out on chairs, and you slowly went sat by the edge of the pool.

"Look!" Lando said. You turn your vision to him. He was pointing to the corner of the pool area. You look over to see a bunch of pool floats stacked up there. "I want the unicorn!" He shouts, running over to claim his. He runs back, throwing it in the pool along with many others.

Everyone got in the pool after him. They all went to the edge of the pool by the coast, talking. You were in on the opposite side by the lounge chairs, propping your arms up on the ledge behind you.

"Why aren't you over there?" Kimi asked, standing beside you.

"I need some peace and quiet." You joke. He stays silent, smirking to himself.

"What?" You ask.

"Want to pretend to talk shit?" He asks, looking over at the group who was all laughing.

"Uhm, of course." You smile. He starts looking over at them, laughing. Eventually, he caught George's attention.

"Like seriously they are just... can't stand them." You say, waving your hand over at them.

"I know, right? Just to much to handle. And what is it with Lando looking at you?" Kimi says, side-eyeing them.

You look over at Lando, who had his eyes on you. "I think he's just jealous because I look good, and his ex doesn't." You say loudly, getting more heads to snap in your direction.

"I know, right? Like." He sighs. "This generation is just... ugh." He says, shaking his head and laughing.

"And him." You say, pointing at George slightly and laughing. "It's like so annoying how I can't talk to any guys without him being there." You say sarcastically.

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George's POV:

"Did she jus point at me?" I ask.

"And laugh? Yes." Carlos says.

"She pointed at me too and called my ex ugly." Lando said. All of the guys' eyes were on Kimi and Y/n.

"What are they talking about?" Charles asks.

"Us. They are definitely shit talking." Ollie says.

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Y/n POV:

You and Kimi fully look over at the group who was staring at you. You burst out laughing at them.

"Hey! What's so funny!" Lando asks from afar.

"You're mom!" Kimi shouts back, making you laugh harder. You see them trekking towards you.

"What were we talking about over here?" George asks, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"You mean shit talking?" You say, looking up at him.

"I'd prefer you not." Lando says seriously. You and Kimi snicker out a laugh.

"Chill out it's fake." You say.

"You're awful. Saying my ex is ugly." He says.

"She's not... never mind." Kimi says, stopping himself.

"Jesus Christ." Charles says, snickering a laugh.

"You two are crazy." George says, looking at you and Kimi.

"So un-cool." Lando says dramatically.

"You're un-cool." Oscar says

"Oop- at least my teammate likes me." You say, looking at Lando.

He laughs and swims away, getting onto his unicorn raft.

"You got this, Kylie! You're doing amazing, sweetie!" You yell out. He gives you the middle finger as he lays down, which makes you laugh.

The guys separate in their own ways. Lewis gets on long, double person lounge raft. You and George get on a pink on exactly like that. Max, Oscar, and Kimi stay in the water leaning against the edge by the coast, and Ollie, Charles, and Carlos swim around.

The sun started setting, painting the sky pink and orange. You and George lay there, sunglasses resting above your eyes, blocking out the sun.

You were laying there, your eyes set on the sun going down through your dark shades. You were in your own head, enjoying everything around you when you hear heavy whispering from the guys behind you.

Suddenly, you see Max come up behind you, sneakily, putting his hands on the raft.

You stand on the raft slightly. "Hell no!" You scream, you look to Lewis who was closest by you.

You jump on his raft. "Ah! What the fuck!" He screams, surprised by your move. You manage to stay on the raft and dry.

You look over to see Max flipping George into the pool.

He quickly comes up from under the water. "What the hell? Babe, you left me!" He says, walking towards you.

"Don't yell at me. Max did it." You say, pointing to Max.

"You're a twat." George yells at Max who just laughs.

"Afternoon ladies." Lando smirks, floating by on his unicorn raft.

You quickly hop off Lewis' raft and chase after Lando. "Lando, get over here!"

"No." He says, sticking his tongue out.

"Your hair is messed up! I want to fix it." You say.

"What! Oh my God!" He says, stopping his raft. All eyes were on the two of you now.

"Here." You say. You put one hand up in his hair, pretending to readjust his curls. After a minute, you quickly put your hand down, putting both under the raft and flipping him over.

"No, no, no!" He yells before going under water. You quickly walk back to where the guys were standing.

"Oh man!" He yells, coming out of the water and swimming to you.

"You alright there?" George smirks, watching his friend put a hand through his hair.

"You're paying for this." Lando says, smiling, slightly splashing you.

"If you get my hair wet, I will literally drown you." You say.

"You are mean." George says, smirking.

"Thank you." You smile. You both walk away from the team a bit, gathering in your own small corner of the pool.

"Maybe they'll be to tired to catch up with us tomorrow." He mumbles, wrapping a hand around your waist.

"I know a good hide out spot we can go to." You smirk.

He exhales a small laugh, leaning down to kiss you. You kiss him back slowly.

"Ew!" A voice shouts behind you.

George pulls away form you slightly. "We might need multiple hiding spots tomorrow." You laugh at his comment, leaning into him more, burying your head into his chest.

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Groupchats With Y/n Pt. 10

F1 grid x fem!reader

Notes: requests are open!

01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 09 10

George the giraffe

I am... all wet...

I-sack

Good afternoon to you to bud

Charlie

What happened?

Lando-tastic

Lmaooooooo

George the giraffe

Y/n and Kimi... sprayed me with a water hose... right outside of the garage.

Y/n

WELCOME THE STORM MOTHERFUCKA'S

Kimi Kardashian

Bring it bitch!

Gas station boi

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 lmaooo

Lando-tastic

That sounds about, right, lmafo

Roscoe's dad

Oh my god 🤣

Pastry 🥐

Wtfff

Red bull #1

Where was I?

Y/n

Eating taco bell.

Chili

🤢🤢

Y/n

OOP- Do I see the McLaren garage down there 🤨😏

Kimi Kardashian

Sure do 😈

Lando-tastic

Don't you little bitches!!!

Pastry 🥐

Please don't. 🙏

Kimi Kardashian

... she is now spraying Lando with the hose. Lando only.

Y/n

Fucking man-whore

Pastry 🥐

I really appreciate y/n for letting me hide inside. Thank you.

Y/n

🫶

Charlie

😭😭

Gas station boi

Please don't come down our way...

Y/n

Your safe............ for now.

Lando-tastic

Ugh I just got my hair done to!!!

Y/n

ALSOOOOOOO I want to give a special thank you to Carlos for inviting me to the team dinner AND letting me sit next Lewis 🥰 and for that matter. I officially quit eating taco bell

Chili

Yayyyyyyy I WILL COOK YOU SOME REAL TACOS SENORITÃ

Y/n

😂😂😂 love it

Lando-tastic

I want some 😔

Y/n

No.

George the giraffe

😂😂

Kimi Kardashian

Y/n where should our next vacation be? 🤔

Roscoe's dad

Vacation?

Y/n

Hmmmm.... I think the................... Ferrari garage???

Charlie

NO NO ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!

Kimi Kardashian

Yessssss.

Y/n

But don't spray lewis. He's off limits

Lando-tastic

😭😭😭

Charlie

OH MY GOD

Kimi Kardashian

😳

Charlie

THAT IS FUCKING FREEZING!!!!

Gas station boi

😂😂😂😂

Roscoe's dad

😂😂😂

I-sack

Jesus Christ... not her chasing Charles 🤣

Alexandria

GOTTA LOVE IT!!!!

Charlie

Why didn't you spray Lewis!?!?!?!?!?!?

Y/n

He didn't do anything wrong???

Charlie

Me neither!!!!

Y/n

You didn't invite me to dinner all that time ago

Charlie

WHOTTTTT I BACKED YOU UP

Y/n

Ohhh..... then who's fault was that

Lando-tastic

Oscar

Lando-tastic

Oscar

Lando-tastic

Oscar

George the giraffe

🤣🤣🤣

Pastry 🥐

WHAT IT WAS NOT ME

Y/n

Actually yes it was....

Pastry 🥐

What????

Y/n

Because I asked you if you had a separate gc talking about me in and you typed 'uhhh ....' and fucking left it like a twat bag.

Charlie

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Kimi Kardashian

A TWAT BAG 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

George the giraffe

GET HIM Y/NNNNNNNN

Pastry 🥐

Cold as fuck... I don't have any clothes to change into!!

Y/n

THATS FOR BEING A DRY TEXTER

Roscoe's dad

🤣🤣

Riccardio

I'm glad I'm not there...

Y/n

I know where you live. I know where you work. I know where you golf. I know who you golf with.

Riccardio

😳😳😳😳 scared.

Gas station boi

You should be. She's got like a whole fbi system there or something.

Y/n

...

Gas station boi

???

Alexandria

Super confused.

Y/n

Guess I have to move my team now...

Gas station boi

😭😭

Lando-tastic

Oh my god 🤣

Y/n

🎶 I hAtE pEoPlE sO mUcH 🎶

Roscoe's dad

😂

Charlie

You alright there?

I-sack

Fr???

Y/n

Nooooooo. Bitch I need some money I'm broke as fuck out here

George the giraffe

Money for what?

Lando-tastic

I GOT MONEYYYY

Y/n

Personal reasons...

Charlie

Uhhhh 😳

Gas station boi

Scary personal reasons??

Y/n

Yeah....

Pastry 🥐

Such as...

Y/n

Mcdonalds.

Gas station boi

🤦‍♂️

Y/n

You have a problem? Bitch.

Gas station boi

Yes. Pls don't call me a bitch.

George the giraffe

Bitch.

Y/n

GET HIM GEORGIE!!!

Lando-tastic

FUCK HIM UPPPPP

Roscoe's dad

let's not beat anyone up, yes?

Y/n

Borrow the hose George. You have full permission.

George the giraffe

I'd probably get in trouble, so no.

Y/n

By WHO?

George the giraffe

Toto...

Y/n

Oh fuck that.

Kimi Kardashian

Didn't you like him just a while ago?

Y/n

... no

I-sack

RIGHTTTTTTTTTTTTT

Y/n

I AIN'T NO FUCKING CINDERELLA

Lando-tastic

We know your not.

Y/n

I RATHER BE BROKE IN JAIL THEN BE DEAD AND RICH

Francisco

GANG VS THE WORLD IT WAS ME AND MY DAWG IT WAS US

Y/n

THEN YOU WENT AND ROLLED A STATEMENT AND THAT REALLY FUCKED ME UPPPPPPPPP

Lando-tastic

HAHAHAHA

Red Bull #1

Omggggg 🤣

Chili

Wtffff

Kimi Kardashian

Oh my God 🤣

Gas station boi

Let's seriously talk about something......

Y/n

?

Lando-tastic

Yeah?

Gas station boi

These rumors that I'm joining Mercedes...?

George the giraffe

Fuck off. No your not.

Gas station boi

no shit sherlock

George the giraffe

Fucking hell.

Y/n

AGAIN Y'ALL These inappropriate tensions have to fucking go.

Gas station boi

oh my god.

Y/n

WE ALLLLLLLLLL Know by now that you will never join Mercedes because you and your divorced bitch of a husband is to fucking petty for you and vice versa. So........ stop.

Charlie

Damn.

Lando-tastic

Straight up.

I-sack

Straight in the ball park

George the giraffe

Alright let's... stop for now.

Y/n

BITCH CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH IN MY HOUSE!

Lando-tastic

🤣🤣🤣

Roscoe's dad

Christ 🤣🤣

Gas station boi

Goodbye.

Y/n

byeeeeeeee

Lando-tastic

see ya.

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