#felipe drugovich angst

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don't have a specific request but would loooove to see anything more from you about felipe, there's such a shortage about him on here 😩

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Summary: being srunched up on the same team as your rival since karting days doesn't go too well.

Rating: +16

Warnings: some angst, bit of asshole reader and drugovich, enemies to lovers, hint of a smut.

Word count: 2.5k

Note: since there was no theme or something more than drugovich, i made an idea from a friend, she was very specific with things so it did help me to create something more than a blurb, enjoy it!

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Aston Martin announces its reserve drivers, both Brazilians, Felipe Drugovich and you. 

Everyone on the team was happy for the addition, however, you two couldn't stand each other since karting days. Literally, since you two were kids, in the south of Brasil, you two made clear that a negative feeling existed. Growing up as a girl in the middle of motorsports was hard - and being latina? Even harder, so you had to fight five times as everyone around you. When you two reached Formula 2 in 2020, that was the moment of your career, it was going to be awesome. 

You placed well in those years, even a championship, but the only moment you could get closer to Formula One. And yet, he was always right behind you. He won in 2022 and then what? Aston Martin decided to hire you two.

You wouldn't look him in the face, not even if you needed to, they were too many memories to forget. Obviously, you could be civil to him in front of the team, but the bickering never stopped - and sometimes it annoyed you too much, he didn't understand what it was like to be a woman in this world, so you had to be serious and controlled, but he didn't help.

First race of 2023, he was tipped to take Lance Stroll's place, but the Canadian was cleared by the FIA to race - which left him disappointed, but he knew his place. As much as you knew how frustrating it was, the urge to tease him was greater, as Drugovich made sure to rub it in your face that the one making a Formula One debut would be him and not you.

"How are you? After being benched even though you tested the car?" You cracked a smile, sipping your coffee.

"Vai ver se eu tô na esquina, guria.” (Go see if I'm around the corner, girl.)

"What a sweetheart, get pissy and start speaking Portuguese?" You lift his chin with your index finger. "Não esquece que eu sou brazuca também, fofo.” (Don't forget I'm Brazilian too, baby.)

"Então vai se foder!” (Then fuck you.)

Someone on the team must have noticed the childish bickering you were having, because after you spent a few more days picking on each other, a "relationship coordinator" called him into a meeting and when you walked into the room, he was there, sitting with his arms crossed. Before you could protest, the woman raised her hand and ordered you to sit in the chair next to him. She began to explain that officials have seen the two of you having moments of disagreement, as well as talking over each other, not greeting each other and in general frowning when the other was present. And according to the coordinator, that was unacceptable coming from two exceptional runners who were looking for a future in the sport, that type of attitude wouldn’t be tolerated. That wasn’t even the worst part, you could hold yourselves and not whine like two kids, but what she obliged you two to do was the cherry on top.

“You’ll have to work together not just into the car and simulator development, but also into PR stuff, so we build a positive atmosphere around your relationship. Two Brazilian reserves working on their dreams of motorsports.”

Well, let’s say that the first week didn’t work at all - ended up in you two arguing outside of the Silverstone factory, in portuguese, which made some employees very scared of how intense that got.

Later that night, you called Novalak to dispose of your Felipe drama.

“Dude, he’s insufferable! He thinks less of me, disagrees with every single thing I say and I just fight back!” You threw yourself against the hotel bed. “Or even… His freaking face makes me angry!”

“Woah, woah, calm down, chère.” He said, chuckling. “I’m friends with him and I know he’s too much sometimes… But c’mon, you’re grown ups, so solving things like your age is an idea.”

“Then if he’s your friend, talk to him about it!”

“I will! I will!” You laughed at his reaction. “Besides that, how's it going?”

“Good. Feeling positive about this year. You?”

“You know… Trident is okay, but I miss the MP family.”

………………………………………………………………

The next weeks it sucked less than you thought it would be, it wasn’t easy, but the teasing was lessening each day to the point it came to indifference, you two didn’t fight, but barely acknowledged each other in the room unless you needed to do a video - that’s when your pretending skills were at its max, the fake smiles and the nice words just wanted to make up puke. 

Felipe wasn’t dealing with it easily, he wanted to make snarky comments and tease until you exploded, however after a conversation with Clément, he thought why would he do that? Indifference was more pleasant for the team and if he stopped it, you would too, so never needing to do those boring tasks again.

That afternoon, You were called into Lawrence's office, which was full of important people and he thought that maybe you were going to have your contract ended and probably he would have it too - or no, but he was more afraid of the idea of not having all of this anymore. What actually happened was that you were given the chance of a seat in Formula E for the next season, still affiliated with Aston Martin drivers academy, but representing the team in another category - and bringing the team as a sponsor. It wasn’t your idea at the beginning, going to a different category, but at the same time, the feeling of finally doing it, going to a major category with more visibility than ever - it would still be the same, only woman in the sea of testosterone, on the other hand… A once in life opportunity, a door opened because of it.

You left the office with the biggest smile, messaging your family before laughing alone - it was a seat! In a professional, big category and you were going to rock it.

From afar, Felipe saw your happiness, getting confused why you could be so happy after a conversation with Stroll. He got closer, almost towering you.

“Happy that you got fired?”

“Better. A seat!” You squealed. “Eu vou para a Fórmula E.” (I’m going to Formula E)

“What?”

“Yeah!” You stopped smiling as you saw his reaction. “You can mock me or whatever, I’m allowed to be happy, because things have never been easy for me.”

“Congrats. Good luck with electric cars.”

He just left you there.

………………………………………………………..

Drugovich didn’t understand why that caught him up, you going to another category and finally leaving you alone. Then why was he feeling like he was losing something?

So he ignored you for months. Barely would exchange words, look and only be actually around you when PR needed everyone around. The atmosphere between you two passes from hate to… Nothing, all those years of hate or any social interaction disappeared. You missed that, the bickering and getting all stressed over him, it was funny, the hate moved you to do more, to be better than he was. And now? Just waiting.

The Aston Martin end of the season gala was tonight, you were wearing a deep purple dress that hung into your body perfectly. It was a bittersweet moment for you, saying goodbye to the team - for a while, at least. On the other hand, being the happiest you could ever be, even though there was something in your chest that didn’t feel right. You begged for Novalak to be your plus one, because everyone was going to take, so it would be weird for you to be the only one alone. Well, Felipe didn’t think of that, when he arrived, it was just him and no one else - immediately he looked at you and your friend in common, walking towards him to say hi.

“Clem! Looking handsome, eh?” He smiled, hugging him, while you stood to the side. When his dark eyes landed at you, he gulped and gave you a small hug - PR rules. “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Just tonight?”

“Yeah, just tonight. Usually you look like someone who could use some sleep.” He smiled. That was new, but at the same time nostalgic, the teasing.

You two spent the night flirting/bickering towards each other, like old times were coming alive again, remembering all the hate it used to happen, but in a softer tone, like everything was this big joke and only you could understand it. That… ignited feelings on you, such as an old fire being lit again.

During your Formula 4 days, you developed a big crush on him - and honestly? He was the most handsome there, it wasn’t your fault, however you never thought about going forward, scared that he would treat you as a joke or the feelings would be not reciprocated, so you let the hate you’ve always had dominate you and let this feeling die, until that moment.

Seeing him wearing a suit, drinking whiskey and laughing along with some many people awoke that burn inside of you. And again, you wouldn’t do anything.

Meanwhile, Drugovich had to look away from you, your body was like a magnet to his eyes and he just couldn’t stop looking at you. Every few minutes he had to remind himself why he wasn’t going to do anything: you hated each other, it had always been that way. His chest was getting tighter and it was getting harder to breathe, so he excused himself from the table - earning confused looks from you and Clément, soon after he left, walked right behind him.

When you walked outside, he was sitting down on the staircase, breathing heavily. You let the French go first towards him, touching his shoulder and calling him. Slowly, you walked to them, your heels clicking on the floor made his head rise up, scrunching up.

“Why are you here?”

“To see if you’re okay.”

“You’ve seen me, you can go back and rub your happiness for other people.” He mumbled and you cursed under your breath, sitting by his side.

“You’re feeling hot.” Novalak commented.

“Thank you?” He chuckled, sniffing.

“No, like, feverish.”

Without him being able to refuse, you put your face against his forehead. “Yup. C’mon, we’ll get you to the hotel. The important speeches and shit already has happened, we can go.” “You two can stay, I’ll go alone.” Please don’t.

“No way, Felipe. We’re staying at the same hotel, Clem will drop us there and I’ll at least give you some medication.”

The car ride to the hotel was awkward, he refused to speak and you tried to distract yourself with the radio music and the poor friend had to stuck up with your childishness. When you arrived at the hotel, you picked up his keys and went to his hotel room.

“Shower, go.” 

“Leave me alone. I don’t want your company.”

“Oh.” You crossed your arms. “We’re back to the sourness? I forgot how a little bitch you can be.”

“Please. You don’t understand.”

“Tell me then, make me understand, Drugo.” Hearing the nickname was the last straw for him.

“Make you understand? Okay then.” He got up, getting further from you. “Eu sempre peguei no seu pé a minha vida inteira, desde que a gente era criança porque eu odiava que você era melhor que eu. Odiava que você era muito mais séria e tinha muito mais potencial, eu odiava que você tinha capacidade e derrubava todo mundo sem fazer esforço. Eu odiava não ser tão bom quanto você! E eu quis aliviar isso, mas esse sentimento ruim me consumiu por todo, eu até queria ser seu amigo, mas eu descobri há um tempo atrás que eu não consigo isso e sabe por quê? Porque eu não quero que você vá embora! E eu sei que isso é extremamente egoísta, mas eu não quero que você vá embora porque por mais que tenhamos nos odiado esse tempo todo, eu amava a provocação, era um incentivo! E agora você vai seguir seus sonhos e eu fiquei aqui, para trás novamente. Eu nem sei se vou conseguir um assento para o ano que vem e isso também está me matando por dentro. O erro foi deixar aquela coordenadora tornar algo indiferente e eu perceber que sem você, não tem Drugo, não tem paixão! Só tem um garotinho brasileiro assustado e com medo que o futuro não seja brilhante, mas sim medíocre enquanto a pessoa que ele poderia ter só escapou das mãos dele. Pode me chamar de egoísta, de filho da puta, do que quiser, mas é a verdade.” (I've been picking on you my whole life, ever since we were kids, because I hated that you were better than me. I hated that you were so much more serious and had so much more potential. I hated that you had the ability and could take everyone down without making an effort. I hated that I wasn't as good as you! And I wanted to relieve that, but this bad feeling consumed me all over, I even wanted to be your friend, but I found out a while ago that I can't do that and do you know why? Because I don't want you to leave! And I know this is extremely selfish, but I don't want you to leave because as much as we've hated each other this whole time, I loved the teasing, it was an incentive! And now you're going to follow your dreams and I'm left here, behind again. I don't even know if I will get a seat for next year and it is killing me inside too. The mistake was letting that coordinator make me indifferent and I realised that without you, there is no Drugo, no passion! It just has a scared little Brazilian boy afraid that the future won't be bright, but mediocre while the person he could have just slipped out of his hands. You can call me selfish, you can call me a son of a bitch, whatever you want, but it's the truth.)

When he stopped talking, you could see tears pricking up on his eyes, so without thinking, you walked to him, hugging his body against yours and letting his head on your shoulder, pampering kisses on his head.

“Você pode me ter, meu bem.” (You can have me, my dear.)

He raised his head, looking at you and feeling a weight off his shoulders, grabbing your waist and pulling you into a deep romantic kiss. You yelped at first, surprised at his bold move, however as soon as his lips were moving against yours, you melted into his touch, holding his face and letting his tongue explore yours. Even if his body was feverish - which was a totally emotional reaction, he was feeling good, dropping kisses on your jaw.

“Let me take care of you…” You murmured. 

“I certainly don’t refuse that.”

“Horny.”

“You too.”

“Fair.”

You both laughed and he took off your dress and shoes, soon being only in his trousers, pushing you against the bed and starting to kiss your neck.

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warnings: self-doubt, angst word count: 3.4k summary: it's the final race of the 2022 f2 championship, is valeria ready to give it her all to win the champion title and enter formula one?

FIDGETING WITH THE rings on her fingers, Valeria didn’t pay much attention to the race engineers debriefing after the qualifying that afternoon. She drowned out the conversations around her as the doubt and worry consumed her senses, her mind filling with endless thoughts about what could happen at the race tomorrow.

Her qualifying didn’t go bad per se; She earned herself P2 for the starting grid, one place right behind Felipe Drugovich who has been her biggest rival during the championship. He was always there, either a few points behind or ahead of her. Whatever happens at the race would break or make the other’s standing. 

“... Valeria?” Cecília gently shook the girl next to her, her face showing signs of worry as she looked at the young driver. “Is everything alright? We need you to pay attention, linda.” 

“Sorry, zoomed out for a second,” trying to shake off her intrusive thoughts, Valeria pulled herself together. “I’m all ears.” She smiled at the team, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. 

The debrief was over and before anyone could say anything, Valeria had bolted out the door to reach her driver’s room. She had to gather herself before facing the people outside the motorhome. Taking deep breaths, she pulled out her earphones and clicked onto her paddock playlist. The soothing voice of Kali filled her ears, instantly calming her a little as she thought of her friends. If Kali would be here right now, she’d know exactly how to lift Valeria’s mood. 

A text of Benny, her PR manager and childhood friend, ripped her out of her thoughts. 

We’ll leave soon, okay?Didn’t want to disturb you since I know you probably want to be alone right now

Smiling slightly, she appreciated how considered he can be at times like these. Valeria valued her friendship with Benny a lot, even more so now that he’s working with her and was there for her at every race because of that.

Shooting him a short reply, she sighed as she packed her necessities together. Ready to leave with the safety of her music blasting through her ears, Valeria decided it was best to find her team to drive back to the hotel.

Opening the door, she let out a gasp of shock as she saw Felipe in front of her, his fist raised to knock. “Oh fuck, you scared me!” It slipped out of her mouth faster than she could think. Pulling her earphones away, she looked at him in question. “What are you doing here?”

“Sorry,” the Brazilian sheepishly apologised, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “I just wanted to wish you luck for your race tomorrow.” He held out his hand for her to shake. “No matter who wins. No bad blood, right?”

“Uh…” She looked at him, unsure how to process his appearance. She didn’t know whether to take his words seriously or not, Valeria opted to not be a total asshole, Valeria appreciated his gesture more than doubting his intentions.

So, she took his hand and shot him a genuine smile. “Thank you, likewise. May the better one win, I guess.”

“Oh I’ll make sure of that,” he smiled teasingly. Laughing, Valeria slightly hit his chest. “Yeah right. Good joke.” He laughed as well. 

“So… see you tomorrow?” They made their way out of the motorhome together, coming to a halt when their ways parted. “Or more like, you’ll see me since you’re behind me.”

Laughing again, Valeria slapped his arm. “What happened to the shy teammate I had in Formula 3? I think I liked that Felipe more.” She shook her head, still smiling at her former teammate. 

“I guess he grew up,” Felipe shrugged, growing more serious for a second. “I do hope for a good race tomorrow, no matter the outcome.”

“Me too.” They smiled at each other for a second before the moment was interrupted by Benny walking up to them. “Vale! Our ride’s here- Oh, hey Felipe.” He looked between the two drivers, trying to read the atmosphere. Sensing no stress, he sighed in relief. “Our ride is here, just wanted to inform you.”

“Oh, yeah, thanks.” Valeria turned to Felipe. “Sleep well tonight before I beat your ass tomorrow.” 

Felipe grinned at her. “Whatever makes you sleep at night.” They chuckled before wishing each other a good night and parting their ways. 

“All good?” Benny asked Valeria as they turned to leave the paddock. He took one more look at Felipe behind them, shrugging it off. 

“Yeah, all good.” She bumped her shoulder into his, wrapping her arm around his shoulder as they left for the hotel. “Everything’s gonna be good.”

Everything wouldn’t be good. The guilt, the doubt and the worry came flooding all back when Valeria found herself alone in her hotel room at night. While the whole city was sound asleep at an hour like this, she was pacing around her room with her hands nervously combing through her hair. 

She went through every possible outcome of tomorrow’s race, but got ultimately stuck on the negative ones. She couldn’t bear the thought of getting out of the car and meeting all the disappointed faces of her team, of the Prema Racing team, of the Mercedes team and Toto. Valeria knew she had a shot at the free seat at Mercedes for the next Formula One season, it was just one race away from being hers. 

“We want to see how well she performs under real pressure.” Is what Toto had said to Victor, her manager, when discussing the terms of her possible contract. “If she wins the championship, she’s in. That’s our one condition.” 

Balling her hands into fists, Valeria could see her younger self staring back at her reflection through the bathroom mirror. She felt like back in the US when she drove her little rundown kart at various competitions, the laughs and teasing from her competitors ringing in her ears. 

“Who let her drive here?”

“I didn’t know they let charity cases like her into the karting competitions now.”

“It’s cute that she thinks she actually has a chance at winning.”

Splashing her face with water, she looked at her shaking hands as the water slipped through her fingers. She gritted her teeth in anger, sinking down on the bathroom floor. The tiles felt cool against her back, the temperature change calming her nerves for a little bit. 

Will the self-doubt ever end? She asked herself, knowing that deep down she knew the answer was ‘no’. Before the qualifying, Valeria had talked to Lewis for a brief minute. 

“Kick their asses, alright?” He had smiled at her, petting her head as if she was his little sister. “I want to see you next year on the podium next to me.” He had given her a little push, his significant laugh filling the air. She had answered him with a nod, a smile of her own facing him. But inside of her the turmoil hadn’t stopped.

Breathing through her nose, Valeria knew it made no sense to let the doubt plague her any further. She wished she could just mute her own head. Closing her eyes as she still laid on the bathroom floor, she envisioned what it would feel like to win. She would reach that one goal she only dreamed about; Becoming a champion and advancing to the top. 

Valeria knew she had to win. If not for the seat at Mercedes, then for little Vale who had done everything in her power to get her where she is now. 

THE NEXT MORNING came around faster than she had imagined. Not sleeping much that night, her drumming thoughts made the time pass quicker than she had anticipated. Groaning as her alarm went off to remind her to get ready soon, Valeria popped some Ibuprofen to get rid of the hammering headache. 

“Don’t you look like an angel,” Benny teased his friend as soon as Valeria stepped inside the breakfast room of the hotel. Shooting him a glare, he knew better than to push any more of her buttons. “Okay, not in the talking mood, I get it.” He raised his hands in surrender.

“I’m sorry for being an ass,” she sighed in defeat, rolling the food on her plate from one side to the other with her fork. “It’s just-” She stopped when Benny put his hand over hers, stopping her motion.

He looked her into the eyes, his smile genuine. “Vale, I know. I get it. It’s alright.”

Valeria knew he meant the best for her with his words, but something in her bubbled with anger. He did not get it. He had never found himself in her position, so how would he understand what she’s going through? 

Pulling her hand away, she nibbled on her lips as she decided it was better to just not say anything at all. He sent her a pressed smile before continuing to eat his foot. 

“How’s my little star doing?” Victor, her manager, came up behind her and put both his hands on her shoulders, slightly massaging her. “Oh, you’re tense.”

“What did you expect?” She snapped, mumbling a small sorry after realising she had come off as a little too harsh. “Ugh, I hate myself right now.” She held her head in her hands. “I’m awful.”

Victor and Benny exchanged looks with each other. Her manager turned to Valeria, “Well, it’s all going to be different in a few hours. We have faith in you, even if you don’t have it in yourself right now. The more you pressure yourself, the worse you’ll be able to focus.”

What was supposed to be encouraging made Valeria sigh even more. She was pressuring herself a lot right now and it’s not like she can just turn off those feelings, so does that mean she’ll lose it all in the race?

“Come on, eat up so we can go to the paddock.” Victor patted her shoulder, pointing towards the plate which had all the nutritions she’d needed for the race on it. “Benny, make sure she eats it up.” With that, he left as he picked up a phone call.

Forcing the food down her throat despite the nausea growing inside her, Valeria and Benny made their way towards the car where the rest of her team waited for her. Rio, her trainer, shot her a smile of encouragement as he opened the door for her. “Here you go, future champion.”

During the ride, everyone seemed to talk over Valeria’s head about the upcoming race while the girl had her headphones on to avoid any conversation. She already dreaded the celebrities who were at the paddock for the Formula One race which would take place after the Formula Two one. 

Of course the paddock was packed with people from all over the world. Drivers, their team, the media and celebrities crowded the entrance as Valeria got out of the car. In an instant, she found herself surrounded by various interviewers bombarding her with questions about the upcoming race. Before Valeria could even digest all the information thrown at her, Rio had stepped in and pushed the reporters away as gently as possible to avoid any drama.

“No questions right now.” She could hear Victor behind her as Rio shielded her from anyone further invading her space. Quickly pushing through the crowd, the team was able to avoid any more complications upon arriving at the motorhome. Valeria felt her shoulders tense even more when seeing her engineers and mechanics inside the garage, all of them putting their hopes for the win on her. 

Up until two hours before the race, Valeria felt as if the time was passing by slowly. Everything blurred into each other when sitting down to discuss the strategy for today’s race. They kept telling her what to do, but the only thing she could focus on was her racing heartbeat. 

When it was time to prepare mentally for the race, when she finally found some time to cool down, Valeria distanced herself from her team and the garage. “I just need a moment for myself.” She told the others, earning concerned looks from them before walking off.

How am I supposed to last in Formula One when I’m already so stressed out now? 

Sitting down in a more secluded era, she felt like she could finally breathe for a second without anyone looking down on her. She knew they all meant well, however, it just all felt overwhelming to the point where she could lash out and scream at everyone out of frustration. 

Looking down on her phone, she contemplated whether or not to call Tyler. As someone who understood the struggle of not wanting to disappoint his fans, she knew he’d find the right words to calm her nerves without the typical ‘you can do this!’ bullshit. 

“¿Oye hablas español?” 

Valeria got ripped out of her thoughts, the unfamiliar voice making her furrow her brows in confusion. Looking up, she saw a man walking up to her with a big smile painted on his face. Turning her head to her side, seeing if he was talking to her or not, she raised her brow at him in question. “¿Qué?”

“I know a Latina when I see one.” He laughed, sitting down next to her without asking for permission. Valeria’s mood soured a little, she wanted a moment alone and he just bursted in without a thought. However, there was something so soothing about his presence that she couldn’t describe in words.

“I’m sorry but, who are you?” She asked, the confusion clearly taking over her whole demeanour. 

“Filly,” He stretched out his hand towards her to shake. “Sorry for just coming up to you. You looked a bit grim and I figured you’d need some cheering up.” Scanning her outfit, noticing her driver's suit, his eyes widened for a second. “You a driver?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged, taking his hand before shaking it. “Valeria.”

“I’m really sorry, I’m kinda new to the Formula world. Didn’t know they had a girl.” Filly chuckled. “But that’s good, aye?”

“I’m not in Formula One.” She corrected him, smiling a little. “Formula Two, actually.”

“Oi, that’s impressive. Good thing I came earlier, so I can watch your race.”

“I mean, I don’t know if it’s going to be as spectacular as the Formula One one.” She shrugged, dropping her shoulders a bit. 

“You just gotta make it interesting, then.” He pushed his shoulder slightly against hers. “You nervous?” He made it sound like a question, but they both knew it was more of a statement. 

“There’s… I guess you could say a lot depends on how I do today.” Valeria wasn’t about to share the whole story, and thankfully, she felt as if Filly understood. “Lots of pressure, you know.”

“I figure, the more you stress, the more you’re setting yourself up to fail.” He just said. 

Letting his words sink in for a second, Valeria found herself agreeing with him. “But I just can’t make it stop. Otherwise, trust me, I would’ve done that already.”

“I’m not a racer, so correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe once you enter the car your worries will go away.” He sent a small, comforting smile her way. “And then, when you achieve what you set your mind up to, find me afterwards and the first round is on me.”

Giggling at his statement, she nodded. “Now I have to win, don’t I? For the shots, at least.” 

“I guess now there’s no other way to go.” He stood up, holding his hand out to help her up as well. Dusting her suit off, she looked up to him. “Is it weird if I hug you?” Bursting out in loud laughter, Filly wrapped his arms around her shoulders to embrace her in a hug. Valeria felt a little lighter, some of the worry falling off her chest. 

“I’ll be at the finishing line, yeah?” He winked at her before waving her goodbye. 

“I bet on it.”

FILLY WAS RIGHT. The moment Valeria had entered her car, her helmet secured on her head, her visor down, her hands gloved up and feeling the familiarity of her wheel under her fingers, she felt her worries and doubts zooming out. Her eyes were fixated on the red lights, a quick glance towards Felipe slightly in front of her, the roaming of the motors hammering through her helmet into her ears. 

It’s lights out and away we go!

Her reaction time was good, though so was Felipe’s. She couldn’t get in front of him, him quickly defending his place when she tried to push past him. Looking behind her, Valeria could see the chaos behind her. The start was always the most nerve wrecking in her opinion, everyone trying to gain as many positions as possible.

She figured it’d make more sense for her to try to overtake Felipe later on, focusing more on keeping her position as second place until everyone had spread throughout the track a little. Hopefully, she was making the right decision on it.

It wasn’t up until a couple laps left when she found a moment to overtake her rival. She had tried many times throughout the race, her mind filled with possibilities on how to get the win while simultaneously defending her current place. Valeria had waited for a moment of weakness of the Brazilian, a small mistake which could lead her to victory. 

She grew almost frustrated by his defending skills, her grip tightening around her wheel. Her focus was slipping away second by second as she kept trying without getting any closer to her goal. 

“The more you stress, the more you’re setting yourself up to fail.”

Taking a deep breath, Valeria detached herself from the nagging thoughts. Feeling herself becoming lighter and lighter, her eyes focused on the car in front of her. She felt like Felipe was taunting her a little.

“You just gotta make it interesting, then.”

“I’m going all in.” She unpressed the button which connected her to her team, drowning out their response before pressing the gas pedal even more. Iit was now or never. 

I will not lose this close to winning.

Valeria couldn’t remember what happened afterwards. 

The adrenaline was spiking high, the blood rushing faster than the cars on track through her veins and her nerves were skyrocketing through the roof. It felt as if someone else was taking over her body, her decisions and choices feeling surreal. 

The next moment she felt like she was back on earth was the moment she drove over the finishing line, the chequered flag waving at her. She couldn’t properly breathe, the screams of excitement filling her ears as her team principal shouted into his mic.

“YOU’RE A CHAMPION.”

I’m a champion.

Her legs were shaking as she stepped out of the car once she was parked. Immediately, her team ran up to her and smothered her in hugs, all of them knocking on her helmet while grinning from ear to ear. 

Valeria couldn’t even come up with any words, her mind completely blank as she pulled her helmet off. Breathless, she looked at her team, her engineers, her mechanics. They all waited for her to say something. 

“I’m a fucking champion.” She laughed as she held her helmet high up in the air. “¡Un maldito campeón!” She jumped up and down, the realisation kicking in and her emotions running absolutely wild. 

Felipe came up to her after getting out of his car. He held his hand out, a smile gracing his features. “You really didn’t make this race easy.” 

Looking down on his hand, Valeria shrugged before giving him a hug instead. “Never said I would.” 

“¡VIVA MÉXICO CABRONES!”

She was swept off her feet, her father holding her up as he yelled at the top of his lungs. A Mexican flag was tied around his shoulders. Laughing at his antics, she joined him as they chanted the national anthem of their country. 

When the official celebrations came around, Valeria was close to tearing up as she stood on the highest step of the podium. The flag, which was previously around her father’s shoulders, was now tightly tied around her. As the trophy was handed to her, she had the proudest smile on her face. 

In the crowd below her, she could spot Toto. He gave her a thumbs up, a smile matching hers on his lips. Grinning, she pointed towards the Mercedes logo which was stitched on her suit. 

See you in Formula One next year!

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[grandprixwinnerlandonorris]

¤ MASTERLIST ¤

Smut - ◇

Fluff - ♡

Angst - ♤

REQUESTS: CLOSED

LANDO NORRIS

Hotel room - ◇♡

Dinner Reservation - ◇

Workout - ◇

Christening - ◇

Water - ◇

Silver Springs - ♤

Lipstick Kisses - ◇

Read to me. - ♡◇

Trackside Temptations

The Interview - ◇

You look good on camera, baby, let's go make a film - ◇

Lipstick Stamps - ♡

What you need - ◇

GEORGE RUSSELL

Lap dance - ◇♡

A Helping Hand - ◇

Part 2: What Are Friends For - ◇

Part 3: Friends Don't - ◇

Part 4: Lines - ♤

Part 5: Home - ♤♡

Acquainted (coming soon)

PIERRE GASLY

Rooms (anthology series): Part 1

Paris - ◇

Lingerie (coming soon)

FELIPE DRUGOVICH (coming soon)

[httpsuniverse]

COLLECTION OF WORKS ... !

works under newuniverse are purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. © newuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim these work as your own.

updated every time there’s a new work published!

🫀 = personal favourite | 🌟 = hit works

❒ edits ᎒

꒰ SOCMED FILES . ꒱

this just happened — dad!pato o’ward

↳ wherein pato won the jackpot—twice.

baby reveal 📸 — dad!f1 drivers 🌟

↳ the drivers reveal their babies on instagram.

illicit affairs — george russell, mason mount

↳ wolff!reader finds herself in a forbidden love situation.

low, low, lowkey — bf!f2/indycar drivers 🫀

↳ f2/indycar drivers post their private but not secret partners.

lips of an angel — ex-bf!mason mount

↳ maybe wolff!reader never really moved on.

bf 🤝 gf — bf!pierre gasly 🌟

↳ pierre and singer!reader needs to think twice before posting on instagram.

dress — bf!jack doohan 🫀

↳ singer!reader shocks her fans when she reveals her relationship with a person her fans obviously didn’t expect, f2 driver, jack doohan.

babe — lando norris 🌟

↳ they started as strangers, became childhood best friends, became lovers, only to end up as strangers again (maybe).

right where you left lover girl — charles leclerc, ben chilwell 🫀🌟

↳ singer!reader is stuck in the past, until she gets the closure she needed from her ex.

mr lover — ben chilwell 🫀

↳ singer!reader’s life two years later, or the one where ben and y/n went from being dog parents to real parents. (right where you left lover girl sequel)

fine line — christian pulisic

↳ after finding out the secret you’ve been hiding for years, christian made it his mission to be with his own family and of course, to be with you despite your careers and other obstacles that’s keeping the both of you apart. things are moving too fast and it’s starting to worry you. but don’t worry—“we’ll be a fine line”.

storiesforpeanut — lando norris

↳ the one where people find lando’s virtual storybook for his daughter

❒ narrative works ᎒

꒰ FORMULA ONE . ꒱

ʚ carlos sainz jr. ɞ

nothing yet !

ʚ charles leclerc ɞ

nothing yet !

ʚ daniel ricciardo ɞ

deez nuts

↳ husband!daniel, pregnancy cravings, (500 words, i think lol)

ʚ george russell ɞ

illicit affairs (with mason mount)

↳ angst, cheating

ʚ lando norris ɞ

ʚ mick schumacher ɞ

not me!

↳ fluff, dad!lando, comedy(?)

and then there were three 🫀

↳ fluff, new parents!au, cryptic pregnancy, childbirth, hospitals

ʚ pierre gasly ɞ

daisy, daisy

↳ fluff, pregnancy, mentions miscarriages, birth

꒰ OTHER DRIVERS (F2, INDYCAR, ETC.) . ꒱

ʚ clément novalak ɞ

nothing yet !

ʚ dennis hauger ɞ

nothing yet !

ʚ felipe drugovich ɞ

nothing yet !

ʚ marcus armstrong ɞ

nothing yet !

ʚ pato o’ward ɞ

nothing yet !

꒰ FOOTBALL . ꒱

ʚ mason mount ɞ

lips of an angel

↳ angst, mentions cheating

ʚ christian pulisic ɞ

easy on me 🫀

↳ angst, unplanned pregnancy, profanities, inaccurate description of mentioned places

ʚ ben chilwell ɞ

nothing yet !

[lightsoutletsgo]

masterlist

here you can find all my works listed by driver! happy reading! key: ᡣ𐭩 - fluff | ✧˖ - smut | ☾ - instagram au/smau | ꕤ - angst

CARLOS SAINZ

good night's sleep (18+) ✧˖ you wake up feeling more than a little needy, luckily your sweet doting boyfriend is there to help

CHARLES LECLERC

the playlist series masterlist ᡣ𐭩 (future✧˖ ) (partially ☾ ) surely travelling the world means you won’t bump into the same person twice right? wrong. everywhere you go, charles is right there and as he keeps appearing in front of you, he keeps appearing in your thoughts and eventually your heart…  (or, the one in which your manager is a big F1 fan and decides to plan your world tour to match the F1 calendar and your bandmates like to play cupid) (singer!reader)

bear hugs au masterlist (bearman!oldersister!reader) ᡣ𐭩 ✧˖ ☾ ꕤ step into the world of you and ollie bearman and your boyfriend charles leclerc. a selection of longer fics and shorter drabbles with a sprinkling of social media chapters. the original fic can now be found on the masterlist!

love letters (a two part fic) ☾ ꕤ to ᡣ𐭩dear... (part 1): after you breakup with your boyfriend rather publicly, you struggle to compose your new album, until you hear this mysterious guy's music on spotify... with love from (part 2): it's been a year since you released your breakup album and now everyone is eagerly awaiting your new love songs about your new man

GEORGE RUSSELL

blooming soon!

LANDO NORRIS

tour diaries ᡣ𐭩 ☾ lando is the most supportive boyfriend while you're on your world tour with your band (singer!reader)

red carpet ᡣ𐭩 ☾ lando joins the spoilers club, learning scripts means you take over the apartment and the internet loses their minds over your red carpet look (actress!reader)

LEWIS HAMILTON

blooming soon!

LOGAN SARGEANT

unpacking ✧˖ ᡣ𐭩 moving into your new place with your boyfriend has some interesting consequences when he finds one of his favourite boxes when unpacking

MAX VERSTAPPEN

flowers are a language of their own ᡣ𐭩 ꕤ four times max gives you flowers through your lives and the first time you give them to him (childhood friends to lovers)

girl dad ᡣ𐭩 max verstappen is such a girl dad and everyone knows it, especially you... (snapshots into max's life as a girl dad)

OSCAR PIASTRI

i told the stars about you (royalty au) ᡣ𐭩 ꕤ no matter how much this romance was fated to fall apart from the start, you still find yourself longing to tell the stars about how oscar makes you feel pretty girl (18+) ꕤ ✧˖ everyone needs a reminder when they feel insecure sometimes, luckily oscar knows just what to do to help anxiety gremlin ꕤ ᡣ𐭩 your anxiety gets the best of you and you finally open up to your boyfriend about your diagnosis, he just wants to know how he can help welcome home (18+) ✧˖oscar comes home after a triple header and catches you in a rather compromising position... he might as well take advantage of that, right?

MISCELLANEOUS names they would call their partner (ln.4, op.81, ls.2, cs.55, cl.16, gr.63, lh.44) ᡣ𐭩

DRIVERS I DON'T USUALLY WRITE FOR — unless requested

MARCUS ARMSTRONG

sparks fly ᡣ𐭩 a timeline of your friends to lovers relationship with marcus, based on taylor swift's song "sparks fly"

MICK SCHUMACHER

matcha latte ᡣ𐭩 you're crushing hard on the cute barista at your friend's cafe and he's crushing on you too. the problem? neither of you will admit it (cafe/barista!au)

FELIPE DRUGOVICH

la vie en rose ᡣ𐭩 you perform a song to show your boyfriend just how much he means to you (singer!reader)

PIERRE GASLY

holiday ᡣ𐭩 ☾ snaps from your summer vacation with pierre

home weekends ᡣ𐭩 ✧˖ weekends with pierre are your favourite, they're his favourite too. especially when he gets to wake up to you wearing nothing but his shirt and the marks from the night before

DANIEL RICCIARDO

sunlight ᡣ𐭩 the sunlight marks your favourite times with daniel; dawn, morning, midday, afternoon, sunset

oh, baby! ᡣ𐭩 ☾ you announce your new addition to the world!

[alltoolewis]

Requests open!!

After 6 months I am finally back to writing & I am so excited to write some requests from my old followers and hopefully new people joining! Since it's been 6 months I have changed some of the people I know write for... don't worry Mason Mount Stans I still adore Mase and will proudly write for anything you guys want for him!!

As normal please request a short scenario that you would like to be written & who it is for! I write all fluff, angst and smut! If the player or driver is not on list below please send me a message and I can see what I can do for you!

Thank you all so much & I can't wait to be back writing again xx

Footballers I write for....

Trent Alexander-Arnold

Mason Mount

Ben Chilwell

Ruben Dias

Dominik Szoboszlai

Jude Bellingham

joao felix

Drivers I write for......

Lewis Hamilton

Lando Norris

Charles Leclerc

Max Verstappen

Carlos Sainz

Felipe Drugovich

Oscar Piastri

[formula-one-two-three]

The Way I Loved You - Marcus Armstrong

Warnings: angst, lovers to enemies to lovers, marcus Armstrong x reader, slight felipe drugovich x reader, cheating, mentions of alcohol

Author note: I hope this kind of conveys the idea of the song lol, you can find the link for the prompt I used here, I will be using some more of these so let me know if you find some on the site you particularly want :)

Felipe was perfect for you. He was kind, honest, understanding and knew when to give you space. He was all you had ever wanted in a boyfriend. You started dating just under a month ago, only two weeks after you and Marcus broke up. You knew it wasn’t long, but he was so perfect, so how could you say no when he asked you to dinner in Monaco, just after winning the F2 Monaco GP. He picked you up in his car and treated you so well all evening, ending it all with a sweet kiss at the door to your hotel room.

He never rushed you into things, and always made sure you were comfortable with him. He often bought you flowers, with sweet notes attached to them. You hardly thought about Marcus anymore, your breakup was anything but pretty. Let’s just say you weren’t on speaking terms, or even looking terms. You two hadn’t seen each other since the breakup. Although, he silently had witnessed you and Felipe sharing your first kiss whilst walking back to his room.

It had filled him with a rage he had never felt before, and shook his world completely. He didn’t want you back. Hell, he didn’t even want to look at you, so why did he feel so enraged at the sight of you happy with one of his closest friends. It confused him greatly, and he found himself shutting himself away from his friends, and society, in hopes of never seeing you, or Felipe, ever again.

You in turn, had also felt conflicted. Although Felipe was great, he just didn’t give you that rush that Marcus had whenever you were together. The fireworks that went off whenever you two kissed, the way in which you felt so alive with him, and everything was new and exciting with him. It left you confused, and you tried to hide it from Felipe, which he only slightly caught onto.

It was the night of the party for Felipe’s F2 Championship win, and you were feeling all the highs and lows. One minute, you were laughing and having the time of your life, sipping on whatever alcohol had been thrust into your hand at the door (You didn’t know what it was, but fucking hell, it was strong), and the next you were furious, eventually having to remove yourself from the group you were sat with. You were not quite sure what had caused this fury but it might have had something to do with you catching Marcus’ eyes from across the room whilst he chatted to some girl who clearly wasn’t interested in anything but just the night with him. It made you so angry that you could’ve punched her.

You found yourself leant over the railing of the porch just outside the house, breathing in the rainy air and trying desperately to collect yourself. Suddenly, you realised you were not alone on the porch. “What is it about you?” a familiar voice huffs out. “I don’t know Marcus, but I’m pretty sure you are the real problem here” You spun to face him “Oh really? We’re playing this game?” His voice raises slightly. “I’m not sure what game you are talking about” you reply sharply. “Oh I’m pretty sure you’d be familiar with it, knowing you and your games” he snaps at you. “What were you thinking?! Felipe? I do admit, it is smart. Getting with one of my closest friends to make me mad” you wince slightly at his words “That was never my intention and we both know it” Marcus steps away from the doorway, and closer to you.

“Do you know, you are the single most infuriating person I have ever met” he points at you, slightly stumbling. “Have you met yourself?” you shoot back. “You are so infuriating!” He exclaims. You laugh false-ly at his words. He steps closer “One minute I wish you were dead, the next-“ “-the next what?!” You finish his sentence. You both stand there, huffing at each other, listening to the pouring rain, filled with rage, and…desire?

Marcus must see it in your eyes, because one minute you are standing there, infuriated, the next he has grabbed your hand and you are both running down the road in the rain, laughing. Why you laugh, you have no idea, but in this moment you feel so alive and free, the rain soaking both of you. Any thoughts of your current boyfriend go down the drain, as Marcus swings you around to face him. In one swift movement, he places his hand on your face, and roughly kisses you. Sparks fly in your head, and you feel so amazing. Suddenly, the thought of your boyfriend, probably drunk at his party, searching for you, hits you.

“Wait” you pull away, and the sound of your combined heavy breaths fills the spaces in between the patter of rain. “I have to go back, Felipe will be-“ “No offense, but fuck Felipe, you will always be mine” and he pulls you back to him. You both fight for dominance over the kiss, hands running through hair, eyes closed, savouring the moment. This was the feeling you were searching for for so long. Marcus realised his mistake in leaving you, and you realised how much you had missed him, turning your grief into anger.

Time skip to the next day, and you are waking up with Marcus next to you, your phone ringing noisily somewhere. You throw the sheets around trying to find it, to find Felipe’s name flashing across the top of the screen. “Hello” you chirp. Silence. “Felipe, are you there?” you hear a sigh from the other side of the phone. “So you dissapear last night, nowhere to be found, and now you are answering Marcus’ phone for him. Suddenly everything adds up, I hope you two had fun” You quickly check the phone that you are holding and curse under your breath. Marcus has sat up by now, looking at you curiously “I’m so sorry Felipe, it happened so quickly and I don’t expect you to forgive me.” Silence again. “Thank you for not lying” he finally mutters. “I guess we really just weren’t meant to be” You hum in response to his words. “I should go” you finally say after a long period of silence.

“Yeah” he sighs back and hangs up. “What was that about?” Marcus inquires, his voice still croaky from his sleep. “It was Felipe” “oh” “yep” you reply, feeling like a deflated balloon. Marcus tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Hey, it’s okay, it’s kind of my fault” Marcus tries to comfort you. “It’s not, I was already thinking about you before this happened” “Oh really?” Marcus teases. You throw a pillow at him, now embarrassed by his words. “You’re blushing” he clutches the pillow “Shut up” “Make me” he teases again, and you peck him lightly, still red. “It’s gonna take more than that for me to shut up” So you pull him up to you, and kiss him senseless, which ends up in you two continuing last night.

[unluckyhoneybee]

FROM PROMPT LIST (Fics MASTERLIST)

See the prompt lists here

Beautiful words.

Saudade x George Russell.

Melifluous x Mick Schumacher

Rame x Daniel Ricciardo.

Basorexia x Pierre Gasly

Komorebi x Daniel Ricciardo

Smultronställe x Daniel Ricciardo

Apprivoise x Marcus Armstrong.

Koi no yokan x Pierre Gasly.

Heimat x Pierre Gasly.

Gigil x Lando Norris.

Apricity x Lance Stroll.

Epiphany x Felipe Drugovich

Retrouvailles x Daniel Ricciardo.

Love language.

1+14 x Lando Norris (fluff)

18+27 x Mick Schumacher (fluff)

20+27+28 x Lando Norris (fluff)

28 x Arthur Leclerc (fluff)

7 x Lando Norris (fluff)

16+20 x Marcus Armstrong (fluff)

23+38 x Marcus Armstrong (fluff)

1+10+11 x Lando Norris (fluff)

13+27+29 x Lando Norris (fluff)

33 x Pierre Gasly (fluff)

10+16+24 x Pierre Gasly (fluff)

3+9 x Pierre Gasly (fluff)

21+32+36 x Lando Norris (fluff)

33 x Marcus Armstrong (fluff)

11+21 x George Russell (fluff)

22+23 x Daniel Ricciardo (fluff)

1 x Marcus Armstrong (fluff)

20 x Daniel Ricciardo (fluff)

10+16 x Marcus Armstrong (smut)

1+12+40 x Arthur Leclerc (fluff)

23+29 x Daniel Ricciardo (fluff)

Songs.

Hold me closer x Charles Leclerc (angsty)

Rara bien x Marcus Armstrong (fluff)

Don't delete the kisses x Lando Norris (fluff)

For Islands Fires and Families x Daniel Ricciardo (fluff)

Somewhere only we know x Pierre Gasly (angst)

Lost x Mick Schumacher (fluff)

Fire and the flood x Lando Norris (fluff)

Cinnamon girl x Jake Dennis (angsty?)

Tompkins square park x Charles Leclerc (fluff)

Stubborn love x Marcus Armstrong (fluff)

For Islands Fires and Families x Arthur Leclerc (fluff)

Fire and the flood x Marcus Armstrong (fluff)

Cinnamon girl x Daniel Ricciardo (angsty but fluffy)

Somewhere only we know x Daniel Ricciardo. (smut+angst+fluff)

[clemswinecorner]

Formula One & Racing Drivers Masterlist

Details might (will mostly likely) be inaccurate, things like teams, drivers, schedule etc. for the sake of the storyline :) Some of these were written (or the plot was created) when they were racing in a different series than currently and some are made up in a different universe where they drive in a different series.

One last disclaimer: Some of my stories involve drivers that are in a relationship, and I don't mean to disrespect these relationships in any way. These are works of fiction in a world where the driver involved is not in a relationship. Partners of drivers might appear but only as side characters where their boyfriend isn't part of the pairing.

✩ = (slight) angst ❀ = request ❄︎ = seasonal (for ex. Christmas themed) ⦿ = Headcanon ✐= Series/Multiple parts

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Charles Leclerc: “Monaco Events” -> after working with Lando for a while, he invites you to an event in Monaco where you meet a certain handsome driver

Max Verstappen: ✩❀ "Romeo And Juliet" -> driver!reader is insecure about how her boyfriend max will react to what her new team is going to be

Oscar Piastri: “Happy Tears" -> Oscar hears he gets to drive in Formula 1 (2022)

Marcus Armstrong: ✐ 3 Times Y/N visited Marcus and one time Marcus visited Y/N (4 part series) (F2 2022, Alternate Universe 2023) Miami - Silverstone - Melbourne

❀⦿ Dating Marcus Headcanons -> Dating Marcus and his love language is giving gifts.

"Bets" -> Cute and short blurb where Y/N and Marcus bet on which girl Dennis is taking home (2022)

"Sidewalk Rule" -> Marcus doesn't know what the sidewalk rule is.

Frederik Vesti: “Third date” -> After being set up by your best friend, 3 dates was apparently all it took. (Somewhere in the future)

Jack Doohan: ❀ "Clueless" -> Jack finally realizes his feelings for you (2022)

Clément Novalak "Small World" -> Meeting a stranger that isn’t a stranger in a club you weren’t supposed to be at in the first place.

Daniel Ricciardo: ❀ "Let me know if you ever need a ride to therapy" -> You keep meeting your friends (ex)teammate in weird ways (2021/2022)

Liam Lawson: “Pickup Lines” -> Liam and you have a talk after some cheesy flirting (2022)

❀"How it’s supposed to" -> Y/N and Liam have a very private situationship-turned-relationship. (2022)

Felipe Drugovich: ❀⦿ Dating Felipe Drugovich -> Headcanons on dating Felipe and what a cutie he is

Ralf Aron: Future of the team -> Working at Prema with Paul and Ralf (2023 F3)

Zak O'Sullivan ✩ Nuggets and shakes -> Zak just needs a pick me up and Y/N just wants to know why ✐ Little Girl (Dad!Zak series) coming soon *chronological order but can be read (and posted) seperately) Crisis Little Eve Never alone Linda Like father like daughter Big Support Good luck charm Feels like home

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Felipe Drugovich - Masterist

🥀: angst; 🌻: fluff; 🍒: smut; 🎭: funny/lighthearted; 📓: blurbs

ᅟᅟᅟᅟ

Meu amor - 🌻 📓

sweet nicknames drugovich likes to give to his partner.

My oh My - 🍒

felipe was sweet and lovely, but too much for your taste.

NSFW alphabet - 🍒 📓

Inimigos - 🥀 🌻 (not very fluffy, but happy ending)

being srunched up on the same team as your rival since karting days doesn't go too well.

Itsy bitsy teenie weenie polkadot bikini - 🍒 📓

shopping for a bikini with your boyfriend.

you make me feel so young - 🌻 📓 🎭

i love being cosy with you