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Through the years | D.K

Doh Kyungsoo x f1driver!Reader

Warnings: Swears, a lot of crack

WC: 9.1k (ik, kill me now)

Howdy Cowpeople! This one is... hefty. This wasn’t supposed to be as long as it was but when I get in a groove... I think I made it obvious but I just wanted it to be over L O L. This one is pretty niche, but hopefully it can be enjoyed by both sides as it is a driver!reader.

(I didn't edit this, whoops)

2015

“Can you explain this picture?” The reporter asks, hovering in front of you with a phone in hand. The crappy quality is amplified as they have zoomed into the point where the picture is unrecognizable. You squint your eyes to see it and can’t make out quite what they’re trying to show.

“Sorry, w-what is that?” You ask, drawing back and squinting your eyes, resisting the urge to close them from exhaustion. Whoever decided it would be a good idea to do interviews after nearly 100 continuous laps in some barely held together race car with no break was a sadist. No other explanation.

“Oh! It’s a picture of you in a car with a guy.” The reporter said eagerly and shoved the phone your way. You briefly looked at the camera, an unimpressed look on your face, before turning back to the phone and squinting again.

You paused for a minute and drew back, your face still scrunched up, and exhaled.

“Nahhhhhh.” The drew out word left your mouth.

The reporter’s head tilted and they frowned.

“But it is! It’s you in Seoul after the Japanese Grand Prix!” He continued, looking very determined. You plastered a confused expression on your face.

“I’ve never been to Seoul before.” His face dropped and he turned back to his phone, as though trying to rationalize what he was hearing.

“Have you just taken a picture of… two random people in a car? To me it honestly doesn’t even look like anything cause it’s so zoomed in but to each their own.” You finished your words with a shrug.

“No, my source told me that that was 100% you! They said they saw you get in the car at the airport.” He continued on, undeterred by your flat disregard.

“I hate to say it, your contact’s wrong. I’ve never even set foot in the country.” You shrugged before turning to your PR manager who was gesturing for you to leave, with rather forceful movements. That was to clue you in that you were in trouble. With her personally or with the boss man, you didn’t know.

“Lovely to see you again, though.” You smiled and held your hand over. The interviewer tentatively took it and you exchanged good-byes before you turned around and left to go onto more interviews. The glance you exchanged with your PR manager told you that you were lucky you had not been caught out on your multiple lies and you heaved a sigh of relief to yourself.

Being the only female driver in a heavily male dominated sport was incredibly stressful. Add to that the eyes of reporters trying to find you doing anything remotely weird to spin it into a scandal and you had a lot of things to worry about. Especially since you had just started a relationship with a highly coveted Kpop singer which you were determined to keep under wraps.

You both had a bet running with each other. The first person to reveal the relationship would lose. There was no consequence but your pride, something which both of you had a bit too much of.

And so, a game was born. It simultaneously made you more careful of revealing your relationship while also making it a fun game.

This also meant that you had to start constantly lying to reporters to get out of tricky situations. Surely nothing bad could ever come from this.

2016: 

“How does it feel to be a key contender for the championship?” Asked a reporter, directing it to, of course, Lewis Hamilton, who was sat beside Daniel in a panel of drivers. You were sat on the other side of Daniel, the small desk in front of you reaching for miles on either side.

As Lewis gave the carbon copy response that he had given to every interviewer so far, Daniel leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“I’m surprised they haven’t called him out on that yet.” He then reached for his plastic water bottle and took a sip. You considered this for a second before leaning to his side and answered, not turning your face from the crowd of reporters.

“I’m surprised they haven’t called you out on your disgusting trim.” He jolted forward at this unprompted attack on his hair and the choking sound he emanated drew attention from all in the room, all watching him with curious eyes as he tried to regain his breath.

“You alright mate?” Lewis asked, one of his eyebrows arching.

“Y-yeah I’m fine.” Daniel replied, waving his hand, eager to have attention off of his spluttering. It took a while but eventually all the cameras were aimed back at Lewis, so Daniel took the opportunity to elbow you hard in the side, your reaction being to topple off your chair dramatically. Usually one for the dramatics, you’re not sure you’ve ever seen Daniel want the cameras off him so much. 

Hidden behind a small desk, you could only hear the questioning tones calling out your name and see Daniel’s slightly panicked face urging you to get up and back on your chair. With one single hand, you reached for the desk and slowly pulled yourself up.

You released a deep breath as you hauled yourself into your seat and turned to face the crowd of reporters who were looking at you. With a grand hand gesture, you motioned for them to continue with their interviews and turned slightly to Daniel with a smile. He shot you back an exasperated glance before your name was called from the crowd of reporters. You looked towards the reporter and he began speaking.

“So, as you’re the only female on the grid I feel the need to ask, if you could date any of the drivers, who would it be?” The eager face he had contrasted with your entirely unimpressed face. You could hear Daniel begin to start speaking and you could feel the defensive energy emanating from the rest of the drivers on the panel, but before any of them could interrupt with scathing criticism about the misogyny that permeated the question, you replied to the reporter.

“Literally none of them, I’d rather die.” Your response was met with general silence before Daniel started laughing as usual.

“Really? You wouldn’t fancy any of them?” The reporter asked, almost in disbelief.

“No!” You said almost equally in disbelief.

“I’m fine with what I have at home!” You added on after a second.

“Are you saying you’re in a relationship???” The reporter was on the edge of his seat, others shoving their microphones and cameras trying to get a good shot. You dramatically pondered that for a second before replying.

“I wouldn’t say that, I just have other things at home.” You said that and then leaned back, shrugged, and didn’t say anything else into the mic even at the reporters continual uproar as they took in the implications of that statement.

You, luckily, were able to avoid the increasingly weird questions by just not answering and smiling. You weren’t as lucky to miss the smirks thrown your way by the other drivers.

2017:

“It doesn’t count!” You said in disbelief, aiming it at the microphone of your phone.

“Mmm I’d say it counts.” Kyungsoo replied back teasingly, his voice echoing into your AirPods. 

“You can’t go back on your word!! You said it was fine last year!” You were sitting at a table in your company's hospitality, having a conversation with Kyungsoo on the phone, blissfully unaware of the interviews going on outside the building which had a clear view into the small area. 

“Yeah but it’s been two years, one of us has to call it quits soon.” Your face contorted before Kyungsoo quickly amended his statement.

“The bet! The bet! Sorry, that came out the wrong way.” 

You just shook your head, a small smile growing on your lips.

“You bastard, you had me a little worried.” He scoffed in response. He had been speaking quietly into the phone as he was hiding in a closet in the SM building, taking a break from practice to talk to you. A true charmer.

“As if.” He replied shortly, a loud scuffling heard on his side.

“One second.” He said, as a banging sound came through into your headphones.

“Come on Hyung! Get off the phone and come back before someone else finds you!” Kai’s voice could be heard through the door. A pause before the banging started again.

“Also tell her I said hello!” You giggled at the younger man’s words and Kyungsoo’s sigh in response.

“I’ll call you after the race, do your best, I love you.” Kyungsoo muttered into his phone before shouting back to Kai something about respect and to shut up. It just made you laugh more.

“I love you too, practice well and I’ll call you soon.” You finally said in response after the yelling died down.

“Bye.” He said before quickly tacking on another “love you” and then he hung up.

After he hung up you just stared at your screen for a second with a smile you would 100% not call radiant on your face. It was quickly wiped off when your PR manager popped up out of nowhere and started talking about interviews, causing you to switch to English as you stood up and followed him.

However, the interview still captured your little moment and the conversation preluding it. You knew this because, when you went back to your phone after the race, Baekhyun had sent you a picture of your smile through the tinted glass with a smirking emoji as well as a picture of Kyungsoo on the floor in the closet in the dark talking to you on the phone, not to mention the hounding you got at the next press conference.

2018:

You knew it was risky to do a live in your own apartment, especially since you were in a completely different country than where you were claiming you were.

But your PR team wanted you to do it, and you couldn’t exactly tell them no, even if you were currently lying to them about your circumstances. You were a bit worried that something unexplainable might happen like the South Korean national anthem suddenly blaring but what you weren’t worried about was the person who you were living with coming back and interrupting your live.

Kyungsoo was at practice and, while you were ok with him skipping it to talk to you on the phone, you didn’t want him to skip it now, as you had been promised a few days without any interruption if he went to every practice. So he was at practice and you were fulfilling all your expected PR duties for the next couple of days, which included the live.

Regardless of your hesitations, you set up your phone on your coffee table facing the entrance to your home and sat on the couch before turning on the live. Immediately people joined, flooding the chat and making your phone vibrate.

“Uhhh hello everyone.” You awkwardly greeted as you tried to think of things to say. Kyungsoo would be fantastic at this, you couldn’t help but think, always having to do live’s with his members.

“How’s everyone’s days been?” You settled on and watched the responses roll into the chat. You noticed a few drivers had joined your live and even a few of the boys from F2 and F3 were watching, which you thought was pretty nice of them considering it was mainly you rambling for around 30 minutes.

Your manager wanted you to do an hour minimum for the live and the time seemed to stretch for years, you continuously making small talk and occasionally replying to comments. You even snuck in a few jokes for the other drivers before, around the 55 minute mark, a sound came from your end.

You furrowed your eyebrows as you wondered where the noise was coming from, looking around the apartment. Quickly standing up, you looked around the apartment, making a lighthearted joke about ghosts as you nervously tried to find the origin of the sound.

You realised that sound was the wrong key being put in the lock as soon as you registered the sound of the correct key being put in.

As Kyungsoo opened the door, you made the biggest leap you think you have ever made. It would’ve had to have been around 4 meters surely. Somehow you had leapt onto the coffee table, knocking your phone down. Kyungsoo was staring at you weirdly as you violently gestured at him to shush. He raised an eyebrow.

“Are you ok?” He asked, his deep voice sounding as lovely as ever. You took a second, contemplating your options in this circumstance before coming to a logical conclusion.

You started to scream.

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!” Kyungsoo’s face shifted to one of confusion as yours was full of desperation.

“YOU CRAZY PSYCHO! GET OUT!!” You continued to yell in perfect English, a contrast from his peaceful question, and gestured for Kyungsoo to close the door, which he did, albeit very confused.

As soon as he closed the door, you maneuvered yourself so that you weren’t facing him and quickly picked up your phone from underneath you.

“Oh my god, what just happened.” You said, showing the camera your roof. You picked up the phone and started fidgeting with it.

“‘Are you ok?’ Yeah I’m fine, I just gotta figure out how to change the locks. I’ll uh.. I’ll get back to you guys. See you later.” You said absentmindedly, as you ended the live.

You paused for a second, sat back on your heels, and sighed, staring up at the roof. The sound of footfalls reached your ears and you didn’t react when Kyungsoo placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m not losing this bet.” You mumbled, staring at the ground. An incredulous laugh left him at that as he reached his hand further and brought your face to look at him. A smile that there was no other way to describe but goofy was spread across his face.

“You’re still thinking of that?” He asked and you nodded.

“I take our bet very seriously.” You said before he slightly shook his head, gave you a kiss on the forehead, and moved towards the kitchen.

You picked yourself up and moved to the dining table as he started work in the kitchen. And, as he made a delicious dinner that you both enjoyed, you started to field off your PR team asking who was in your house and ignoring the comments wondering why the guy was speaking Korean in the middle of England.

2019: 

It was approximately ten minutes before you had to be in the car and ready to go, and you were half-way there. You had your fireproofs and race suit on and you were being herded towards your car by a crowd of engineers. Strategies and specifics were being directed at you and you could only nod and act as though you were absorbing what they were saying.

Even after four years on the job some people felt they just couldn’t rely on you. Honestly, they should just let you do your thing, you knew what you were doing. 

No! God, ever since Kyungsoo had joined the military you’d been irritable and quick to anger on the track. Your poor engineers were trying their best to get through to you, likely because they wanted to keep their jobs, but you’d been incredibly closed off since after you got back from the honeymoon. 

Oh yeah, you got married. During a break and right before Kyungsoo was scheduled to start his enlistment, you got married down in a small courthouse with only a few people from either side. You had your family, a few close friends, and a few drivers while Kyungsoo had his family, a few close friends, and the whole of EXO.

It was very emotional and intimate, but that was how you’d describe your relationship so you were very happy with it. You were also extremely happy with the week get-away in the middle of nowhere in New Zealand that followed after, a week of people not recognising both you, farmers markets, and sheep. Lot’s of sheep.

But ever since he’d flown off to do his duty to his country (and shaved his head, no one should look that good with a shaved head) and you’d flown to your next race, you’d been incredibly… angry.

You didn’t know if it had to do with not seeing Kyungsoo for the better part of two years or having that split immediately after the wedding, but what you did know was that it was affecting your racing so you had to snap out of it.

Being dragged back to the present you quickly hopped in the car and performed all of your checks on the steering wheel and adjusted things while people flitted around outside the car, adjusting things and making sure the car was in proper state.

After a quick radio check, the call to start up for the formation lap (you were in P11 after a pretty dodgy qualifying) was relayed and all around you could hear car’s engines coming to life. You glanced at your engineers and snapped down your visor at their nod, starting the car.

Before you pressed the throttle something quickly came to mind. You rapidly gestured for one of your engineers to come close to you, incredibly conscious of all the cars revving around you. The poor engineer almost sprinted to you as you started to fiddle with the zip of your racesuit, the gloves you were wearing prohibiting you from unzipping it.

The engineer's face was comically concerned and he slowly reached forwards before you looked up and grabbed his outreached hand. His face immediately went to one of shock as you made his hand grab the zip and unzip the front part of the suit.

Choosing to ignore the cameras capturing this interaction you continued unzipping it till it lay around your collarbones, hoping the cameras don’t catch any of your naked shoulders. The engineer's face then relaxed as he saw the necklace around your neck and he quickly reached in, almost leaning over the car, to move your necklace around your neck till the latch was in front of him.

He cautiously unlatched the necklace before zipping up your race suit. You immediately relaxed as the pressure around your neck was relieved. Before he could retreat back to the crowd of engineers, you grabbed the hand that wasn’t holding your necklace and slapped it appreciatively with your other hand.

He retreated as you powered up the car and started to move it forwards, letting all the cars that needed to go before go before you started to move. 

Your team radio started up as you were leaving the pit lane.

“You all had us very confused there.” Your race engineer said as you started your cruise around the track. 

“Yeah, sorry I completely forgot about it. But I thought it was better to take it off.” You said, pressing down on the throttle. 

“He better not lose that though. I want that back at the end of the race.” You subtly threatened, suddenly thinking of the rings that were attached to the necklace. You hoped that maybe the cameras hadn’t seen your wedding and engagement rings but you knew there was no chance they hadn’t not captured it. Oh well.

“I don’t know if you’ll get it back by the end of the race.” Your engineer said, her tone almost sarcastic. 

“What’s that mean?” You asked, letting the car cruise.

“You’ll probably be killed by your PR team first.” She said bluntly. So bluntly it made you laugh. 

“I’ve got a race to focus on.” You reminded her, leaving out the part that you had a race to think of an excuse as to why you have two rings attached to a necklace around your neck.

And you did think of an excuse, wearing the necklace proudly during post-race interviews and saying it was a family heirloom that had been passed on to you by your grandma whenever you were questioned about it.

The moment still went viral though, people questioning the relationship between you and the engineer. It went viral enough to that you had to suffer through teasing by Daniel and his accomplice Max Verstappen (you didn’t know how the kid knew you were married but you suspected it had something to do with an annoying Australian) not to mention the shit being talked in the EXO group chat you were in.

I mean seriously, all of those guys are millionaires, does Chen have nothing else to do with his time than bully the wife of his bandmate?

2020: (sorry Alex)

Somehow you got signed to RedBull on a year contract. Not to say you weren’t grateful for the opportunity but you were definitely a bit confused. But anyway, you let bygones be bygones and now you had a 22 year-old dutch nuisance under your wing.

He was a great kid but god, was he traumatized. You were convinced he’d never seen a healthy family dynamic, so you were more than happy to let him see how you and Kyungsoo functioned. Or at least how you functioned when he was not in the military.

You kind of felt like a life coach for the kid, telling him when he was being taken advantage of or when he should continue with something. You’d been woken up plenty of times in the middle of the night by him drunkenly whining into the phone about wanting to go “home”, something neither of you commented on when he woke up on your couch the next day.

So, safe to say, you’d practically adopted a child without the permission of your husband.

This extended to on the track as well, you’d gotten into a few mild disagreements with Jos Verstappen after his cruel comments which often involved you looking at him angrily and him shit-talking you in interviews about you being a woman. You’d often have to refrain from saying that you’d always be more of a man than him, but alas, you didn’t want to get kicked from your seat.

You knew that Max was extremely appreciative of your dynamic, even commenting on it a few times during interviews, saying that he was very happy to have you as a teammate. After that interview you almost felt like you and his lover, Daniel, were able to give him some sort of an idea of what a normal family relationship should look like.

This sentiment was definitely reinforced when a loud knocking on your Monaco apartment door happened in the early afternoon. It was a weekend with no race, so you were soaking in relaxation. You were having a nice bubble bath after having read for the whole morning, so you were hesitant to hop out of the bath. 

The knocking persisted however, and with a sigh, you got out of the bath and wrapped a bathrobe around you before loudly yelling you’d be a minute. You tugged on some sweats which weren’t yours and put your hair in a towel before eventually making your way to the door. 

You might’ve taken more than a minute, but it didn’t matter when you opened the door and were greeted with the image of Max Verstappen on his knees, face pressed into the expensive hallway carpet. What a sight to see, the prodigy and most highly anticipated driver of his time, lying face-first on the floor.

“What the fuck?” You asked, immediately crouching down to his level after a quick glance to see that none of your neighbors had left their apartments to check on the banging (pretentious, self-concerned people). 

You rolled him over, your confusion doubling as you took in the remorseful look etched across the young man's face, almost tripling as you took in the barely concealed tears in his eyes. Your heart ached though and you pulled him up so that he was sitting on his knees.

“I’m so sorry.” He muttered as your face contorted in confusion. What had happened? “Come inside Max.” You said quietly, helping him up from his spot on the floor and leading him inside, locking the door after you both. Leading him to the couch, you left him after putting the throw blanket over his shoulders, and went to make both of you a tea.

You noticed your phone constantly vibrating on your kitchen counter and quickly chucked it on do not disturb, not checking the notifications because you were more concerned with your teary teammate. 

After grabbing the teas you made your way to the couch, setting them down on coasters on the coffee table, before sitting on the edge of the ‘L’ piece of the couch, so you were facing Max. You grabbed his hand from his lap where he had been nervously picking at his nail beds.

“What’s wrong Max?” You asked calmly, bringing his hand to your lap to stop him from hurting himself. He looked up at you, a few tears having rolled down his cheeks. 

Whatever had happened had fucked him up. You didn’t think it was a fight with his dad, he’d sadly become pretty unresponsive to those. You briefly considered him losing his seat but shook that off, he was doing exceptionally well. 

Maybe you’d lost your seat and he was sent to deliver the news. That would make more sense, especially as your phone was blowing up. You hadn’t been performing very well, but you didn’t think they’d drop you from your seat midway through the season, especially during a season as turbulent as this one.

It was the only reason that made sense though, so you prepared yourself for the news that you would be unemployed. Maybe you’d go back to F2 or maybe IndyCar? Or you could just move to South Korea and live there permanently, letting Kyungsoo fulfill his passion for acting and singing while you did a few kart races to occasionally quench your thirst for adrenaline. 

That actually didn’t sound too bad, though you’d definitely have to discuss it with Kyungsoo when he got back from enlistment, which meant around 5 months of unemployment. But hey, you had the money and so did Kyungsoo.

Max snapped you from your thoughts of the future by clearing his throat.

“You don’t know?” He asked, curiously glancing up at you. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“No…” You said, conveying your confusion. “Should I?” 

“Have you checked your phone recently?” Yep, you were definitely getting fired. You should probably start packing now. Maybe Daniel could get his seat back? You shook your head in response to his quiet question.

“I’ve just been reading all morning.” Max nodded, a small ‘ah’ leaving his mouth as he stared at the floor. He reached for his tea, his hand leaving your lap. You narrowed your eyes at that, following his movements as he sipped, a gasp immediately leaving his throat as he burnt it.

You immediately cussed and sprung up from your couch to grab a glass of cold water, running back to the couch and giving it to Max, watching as he gulped down the glass. When he finished he turned back to you and thanked you, before pausing for a second and bursting into another round of tears. You placed a hand on his shoulder.

“You’re really freaking me out Max. Can you please tell me what’s wrong?” You asked gently, trying to make him catch your eye.

“Promise you won't hate me?” His small voice asked and you internally crumpled at his vulnerable question. Honestly you never thought you’d end up gentle-parenting a teammate like he was a child of yours, especially since you were only like 5 years older than him, but here you were, caring for him like family.

“Yes, I won’t hate you Max.” You repeated as he finally caught your eye. He took a deep breath before starting to speak.

“I was doing an interview for the press and they started asking questions about other drivers and my relationship to them. They then asked about you and I said that I’m really close to you and etcetera.” Ok, seems pretty normal so far. At least you weren’t getting fired, hopefully.

“And they asked if I see you more as a mother figure or a romantic interest.” He said before quickly turning his eyes away. This confused you before you clued in.

“Oh Max.” You said quietly and he turned back to you. “I’m flattered you feel that way but I am married and I am loyal-”

“No, no, no!” He said, louder than he’d ever spoken in the time since he was on the floor. His cheeks had turned bright red as he looked in your eyes.

“No, I didn’t say that I saw you romantically!” He quickly amended and you breathed a sigh of relief, smiling.

“Ok, that’s good! I didn’t want our friendship to be awkward.” You said, looking at him for a response. He just grimaced and averted his gaze. You gestured for him to go on confusedly and he began speaking again.

“And I said more like a mother-figure.” A statement which made you feel positive things you don’t want to address. “Then I may have accidentally said that, even though I haven’t met him, I see your husband as more of a father-figure as well.” He quickly rushed the last part out and you sat, stunned. 

The room went silent while you processed what he told you. Fuuuuckkk. How much trouble were you going to be in? I mean the team knew, but this wasn’t something you could pass off as your grandmother's rings. This was undeniable proof that you had a husband. God press days were going to suck after this unless you could somehow make an excuse.

As time went on he seemed to collapse in on himself, the energy quickly switching to something you didn’t like.

“To be honest I thought you were going to tell me I’d lost my seat.” You said and Max’s head snapped up. “What?” He asked, disbelieving.

“Yeah I know, crazy.” You laughed, dragging out the last word, trying to establish a more relaxed aura in the room.

“No, why haven’t you kicked me out yet?” It was at times like this you really wanted to punch Jos Verstappen in the face. You made an over exaggerated confused face, hoping the fact that that had never gone through your mind was on display in your face.

“Max, why would I do that?” You asked, your voice very quickly becoming soothing.

“Why aren’t you mad at me? You’ve spent years hiding this! You should be yelling at me!” He said, standing up. You tried, in vain, to get him to sit down by gently calling him, but he started pacing.

“I’ve just ruined your chances at revealing this yourself, at ever having another peaceful day in your marriage, and all you can do is make a joke?!” He almost started yelling, clenching his fists. You got fed-up and yelled his name, calling his attention to you.

“You’re in my house as my guest. You will not tell me what to do or how to handle situations. Sit your ass down.” You yelled, your voice incredibly commanding. He followed your instructions and sat smally in front of you.

“Max. It was eventually going to come out. I don’t mind. I’d much rather it come off handedly from you than maliciously leaked by a random instagram page.” You said and he looked up, almost looking close to tears. You frowned before bringing the boy up into a hug. You stayed like that for a few minutes before you had to ask a question.

“You didn’t reveal who he was though, no?” You asked, still in the hug. You felt Max shake his head and you silently fistpumped behind his back. It wasn’t your fault, so it technically didn’t count and you hadn’t lost the bet.

You were right, by the way, press days were soon filled with questions about your mystery husband instead of your racing. But it was fine, you were somehow able to twist it as though you’d made a joke about having a husband and Max took it seriously.

Phew.

2021: (sorry latifi)

“And so today you will be reacting to fan edits of yourselves!” The lady behind the camera finished, prompting you and George to look at eachother. It was early in the season and, even though you’d raced together for a few years, you weren’t exactly close, being that before pre-season meetings, you hadn’t ever talked. At all.

This meant he didn’t know much about your personal life or the whole ‘husband’ thing. Which was fine, you’d tell him in your own time, when you felt your friendship was strong enough. He seemed to be a great kid, though you were determined to not adopt another grown child, especially after the look you got from Kyungsoo when you mentioned the fact you may have ‘accidentally’ had Christmas with Max Verstappen.

But hey, they had finally met during February and it was almost like a Dad saying that his daughter can’t adopt a cat while simultaneously cuddling with the cat. Kyungsoo, against his better judgment, had instantly attached to Max and now you were battling for the position of being his favourite driver. Which you were totally not bitter about (you said your favourite EXO member was Sehun in retaliation and he changed your mind very quickly).

Back to the present, the people behind the camera placed a tablet on the table in front of you. It was open on the photo gallery and you could already see some very flattering videos saved to the device.

“You wanna go first?” You asked, and George nodded before picking up the tablet and scrolling through the photo library. He closed his eyes and landed on one. Loud music immediately began playing from the device, you think ‘London Boy’ by Taylor Swift, and you both watched in varying states of horror as photos and clips of him flashed on the screen.

As the video ended you both accidentally made eye-contact. Now, as an almost 28 year old woman, the simple gesture of looking into your teammate's stricken eyes should not have made burst out laughing as hard as you did. But, god, George’s eyes were expressive. In fairness he also did laugh, though he probably was confused as to why you were laughing so much.

After you caught your breath you could only utter out,

“Your face...” Before peeling back into giggles again. He started laughing again as well before putting the tablet down. In doing so, he accidentally swiped the tablet and the Backstreet Boys started playing, an edit of the 2019 rookies playing as the video.

This chain event caused you to start gasping, the sheer ridiculousness of the videos catching up to you. George only took one look at the tears forming in your eyes before he was also wheezing out harsh breaths from laughing.

It took around 2 minutes for you to look at each other without laughing and, for you both to be able to pick up the tablet without giggling, it took another minute or so. You eventually began scrolling through the tablet, laughing at some and ‘aww’-ing at some of the sad ones. 

Eventually a video came up with the background music to ‘Give it to me’ by Sistar, an edit of you that was hot but had you gasping at the lyrics.

“What?” George looked over to you, curious as to why there was another noise that came out of your mouth than laughing or a strained ‘why?’.

“The audacity!” You said, as the music continued playing.

“What..?” George asked, more confused than previously.

“Do you want to know the lyrics they’ve just edited me to?” You asked, looking over at him, your voice pretending to be offended.

“What?” He said, his tone changing again to have a sort of goading lilt.

“Will I even get married before I turn thirty.” You said with an air of finality, turning to glare at the camera, your jaw dramatically hung open. George gasped mockingly.

“How dare they!” He said sarcastically and you nodded eagerly.

“I know right!” You responded beginning a stereotypical mean girl impression. “How dare they!” After that little fiasco, you both kept scrolling and laughing (a notable example of this being when an edit of George crying came up, him pushing your shoulders as you continued to laugh). 

Eventually the video was being wrapped up and George was preparing to do a sort of sign off when he paused and turned to you.

“I know we aren’t incredibly close…” He started and you prepared for a multitude of questions. You didn’t know him well enough to predict what he might say, so you went over your predisposed answers to questions in your head.

You knew he wouldn’t ask anything uncomfortable, like about your relationship status, or anything really weird, like how many socks do you wash at once. But that left a gaping probability for mildly-weird or mildly-uncomfortable questions. You hoped he wouldn’t ask that, but you were still prepared to be asked if you threw out your receipts or kept them.

“But I didn’t know you knew Korean. How did you learn?” 

Oh. Fuck.

You did not have an answer for that. How the fuck did you not have an answer for that? You definitely should have had an answer for that. Oh wait, you didn’t have an answer because you promised yourself not to tell anyone that you could speak Korean so that you didn’t get that question!

The real, close-friends answer was that Kyungsoo had taught you over a range of years and that you’d taken courses so that you’d be able to talk to his friends and family. However you didn’t have a PR approved answer because you’d never thought that you’d need one. Time to put your problem solving skills to the test. 

“Uhhhhh…” You said, staring confusedly at George, aware of the seconds that had passed while you were internally monologuing. You hoped your expression didn’t convey the level of gob-smacked that you felt but you think it did because George’s face contorted to be one of worry.

“If that’s a sensitive topic or something you don’t have to answer!” He quickly said as though he was trying to fix the situation. You’d later learn the George thought before your video that you were kind of ‘fucking terrifying’ (his words) and that he was scared he’d screwed up by asking you this and one of his ‘hero’s’ (his words) wouldn’t ever want to talk to him again. 

“Nah, nah. It’s ok.” You waved him off, desperately trying to think of something. Oh! You knew exactly what to say.

“Basically I just have this really good friend who is Korean and I asked him to teach me for fun.” You said simply, before realising that wasn’t good enough considering your reaction.

“I was trying to hide how good I’ve gotten to try and surprise him but I guess it’s ok.” You said, a small smile on your face. George relaxed from his tense state and nodded, a small smile playing onto his lips as well.

“Ah that’s cool. Sorry to spoil the surprise.” You waved him off again and he continued the video’s outro.

Another good save, you really oughta be hired to problem-solve. And by problem-solving you mean lying to the media. And George. Poor George. 

2022: (yeah the timelines don’t match, don’t call me out pls)

A loud banging sounded against your hotel door. You groaned, dropping the book onto your chest from where you held it up. Glancing angrily at the door, you rolled out of bed and stomped over to the entrance. You ripped open the door and prepared to start reaming the person on the other side before letting out a high-pitched scream.

You were in Japan for the Suzuka GP. You always didn’t like the Japanese GP because, even though you were incredibly close to Kyungsoo, your schedules never lined up so you could never see him. 

That fact really grinded your gears, but it’s what you get when you try to schedule something with SM Entertainment. A decisive ‘No.’ What a great company. To be honest, was Willaims really any better?

No. No they weren’t. That mere fact infuriated you enough to make you scream. However, it wasn’t the reason you were currently screaming. That was because, standing in your doorway in the middle of the team hotel, was Kai. 

You hadn’t seen him in a few months, you both had busy schedules, so the man appearing on your doorstep was miraculous. You didn’t think of why he was there, or how he got there. You just threw your arms around him and gave him a hug.

“Oh my god!” You screamed, before immediately regretting it and quickly pulling him into your hotel room before someone came out of their rooms and wondered why he was in front of yours.

“Hi!” He said, laughing as he let himself be pushed into your room despite the fact he could pick you up and throw you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked changing your pulling into a hug, squeezing the younger man as though he was your child. You had a serious problem with that, treating men almost your age as children. But Kai was more of a brother than a child, to be quite frank. That distinction just meant that he really really bugged you.

“I have a concert tomorrow and I thought I might just stop in.” He said, a smile on his face. “Though it is only me, sorry.”

“That’s ok!” You said, still in disbelief one of your closest friends was on your doorstep.

“Does Kyungsoo know?” Kai smirked in response to your question. That was answer enough in itself and you slapped Kai on the shoulder.

“You should’ve told him! He might’ve come.” Kai gasped in mock offense.

“What am I not good enough? Would you really prefer your husband that much?” He continued in mock offense and you dead-panned him. He just laughed in response.

“I did have to tell the company I was coming though, and they asked me to film a TikTok with you.” He quickly rushed out and you groaned, staring at the sky. What was up with all of these people wanting you to do TikTok’s?! You had all of your team's PR people constantly chasing you with a camera and now you had Kai asking for a video.

“Fine.” You ground out and Kai grinned, purposely ignoring your annoyance.

“Fantastic!” He said and quickly whipped out his phone, launching into his plans of what to film. Your only artistic input was that he had to cool it on the filters or else you wouldn’t film. 

The video started with the familiar sound of Peaches by Kai and a hand knocking on your hotel door, you opening the door curiously. As the chorus sounded, you recorded Kai dancing in your doorway, incredibly aware of the chance of any of your colleagues walking into the hallway and wondering what the fuck was going on.

The video continued after the chorus, Kai recording you slamming the door in his face with a confused expression. The video then ended with a still image of the both of you doing a heart together with your hands and you let Kai go rampant on the filters, hearts and sparkles flying around on the screen. 

When you watched it back, Kai waiting at your side eagerly to see your reaction, you did your best to hide the laughing fit you had in reaction to the monstrosity. You couldn’t quite hide the gasps that were leaving you though and Kai frowned.

“It’s perfect. I love it.” You said, through your giggles and he smiled.

“I know. It’s fantastic.” You only nodded because you couldn’t trust yourself to talk, a small whine escaping through your lips at the struggle of not laughing.

“Do you want to see the caption?” He asked and you violently nodded your head. 

“Please.” 

“P15 but still P1 EXO-L.” He read out and you just hung your jaw open. “You bastard!” You laughed out. 

“I put it in Korean as well.” Your only response was to hit him, hard, while still laughing and shaking your head.

“Should we run it by your PR team before posting?” Kai asked, taking a serious note. You looked to him and sucked in air through your teeth.

“Nahhhh.” You replied and he shrugged, and clicked post.

“I should probably tell Kyungsoo you were here before he finds out through the internet.” You said, reaching for your phone. Kai nodded vehemently.

One phone call later, an angry Kyungsoo and an apologetic Kai later, the TikTok was making its rounds and your phone was blowing up, your poor PR agent about to have a heart attack.

On that delightful note Kai left your hotel room, farewelled with a minute long hug and a well-wish for his concert, and you were left to phone your PR agent who just screamed into the phone for 10 seconds before actually speaking.

Of course, during the press releases for the rest of the season, you talked about how much of an EXO-L you were and how close of a friend you were to Kai. This didn’t come without dating rumours but, due to one poorly angled camera shot of your disgusted face when a reporter suggested dating to your face, that was shut down pretty quickly. 

Still no one had shipped you with the other EXO members though, so you weren’t even close to losing the bet. (Though you had been asked which EXO member was your favourite, which you responded to with a smirk.)

2023:

It was a good race, you finishing P4 which was a huge improvement since last season. Your team was on top of the moon as were you, smiling from ear to ear. You were currently in the press area, getting asked questions left and right about the car and your performance.

You were adequately responding to each question, sometimes looking questioningly your PR agent when you weren’t sure how to respond. A loud crash sounded through the area that drew the attention of most in the area as a reporters chair fell to the ground. They had jumped up at something on their phone and, like everyone else in the pen, you were wondering what had them so fired up.

Then their eyes darted up and made eye-contact with you. Your internal monologue quickly changed from questioning to a repeated loop of ‘Oh no. Oh no.’ as they advanced your way, moving like a predator stalks their prey. They thrusted their phone under your nose, the shitty little mic attached to it capturing every breath you took and the many cameras in the area capturing your wide eyes.

The reporter addressed you by name before starting to speak.

“Do you know of a man by the name Doh Kyungsoo?” They asked and your world cracked. What on earth had happened? How did they know? All you knew was that it was time for the one acting class your mum had made you take to try and sway you from racing to come to full effect.

“I think he’s from that band Kai’s in, yeah?” You responded after a second of fake pondering. The reporter's eyes narrowed like a hawk.

“You wouldn’t say you were close? Not close enough to get married perhaps?” The reporter asked, clearly trying to stir the pot. Oh my god, was this a prank? How the fuck did they know? How were you supposed to play this off? Would this jeopardize your career?

“Uhhm no…?” You said, incredulously, fixing them a scandalized stare. They sarcastically nodded.

“Oh really? Then what’s this?” They said and shoved their phone closer to your face till you saw a picture of you and Kyungsoo on your wedding day. How did they get this? Had one of your small circle leaked something?

You tried not to let the bewilderment you felt show on your face.

“I’m sorry? Are you trying to pass this off as real? It’s obviously photoshopped! I’m so tired of people trying to fabricate a story of me dating every person I’ve interacted with!” You finally snapped, letting a few years of pent up tension out in this moment. The reporter only continued to smirk.

“Oh really!” They said and you wanted to punch them and their snooty little face. To try and display this, your face fell into one of contempt.

“Is that why this image was posted to Doh Kyungsoo’s official instagram account with the caption ‘Sorry for making you lie to the press for eight years!’?” 

They got you there, dam.

Your jaw dropped open, the corners of your mouth rising at the pure hilarity of this situation.

“Excuse me?” You asked, grabbing the phone off the reporter and tapping back onto the post. They were right, Kyungsoo had posted to his official instagram that exact post. It was a carousel post with pictures taken of when you’d lied to the press about him, from the initial lying about being in Seoul to a picture of your ringed necklace to a picture of you smirking after being asked which EXO member was your favourite.

You couldn’t help but release a laugh, your hand traveling to cover your open mouth. Why did he post this? 

Wait.

This meant you won the bet. Your head shot up to stare at a camera.

“I won the bet.” You said quietly. The reporter snatched their phone back and stared at you confused. 

“What?” They asked and you whipped your head to them, a large smile spreading across your face.

“I won the bet!” You said eagerly, reaching out to grab their shoulders and rock them back and forth.

“I won the bet!!” You ignored how they shook you off, turning to your PR Agent instead and grabbing them and lifting them up. They hurriedly tapped your back as you lifted them, as though signaling you to drop them, but you ignored that and started spinning them around. 

“I actually can’t believe it, oh my god!” You snapped out of it and dropped your PR Agent, immediately running out of the media pen and back to your driver room, pulling your necklace out of your racesuit and pulling your rings off, placing them back on their correct fingers.

You quickly packed everything up, ignoring the ringing of your phone as your team tried to get you to go to more press conferences and briefings, and you got out of there, on the first plane to Seoul you could book.

When you arrived, after a long plane trip filled with excitement and pictures being taken of you, decked out in your team's merchandise as you sat buzzing in your seat, your phone was completely blowing up, messages from everyone in your contact list and more. You turned it off (you’d deal with it later) after calling an uber to your apartment.

You were jittery the whole ride, hoping that, despite the time of night, Kyungsoo was still awake. When you arrived outside your apartment building, you felt all the tension in your body ease, and you looked up to see the light on in your window. You smiled and took your suitcase handle in hand and ventured into the building, greeting the old lady at the desk.

Riding the lift up to your apartment nearly had you pacing and you almost ran down the hallway towards your door, quickly knocking. You felt the reverberations in the floorboards as Kyungsoo walked over to the door and a sense of euphoria filled you at the familiarity.

The door was barely open before you launched yourself at Kyungsoo, his heavenly laughter filled your ears as he caught you. You quickly found yourself in a kiss before pulling back and peppering kisses all over his face, finding his giggles more lovely than his singing.

You both pulled back just to look in eachothers eyes and you smiled simultaneously. 

“I love you.” You muttered, the happiness from the day finally catching up to you.

“I love you too.” He whispered, tilting his head before going in for another kiss. 

“You know.” He began later that night, when you were just lying in bed cuddling together. You turned your head from its position on his chest to look at him, his eyes remaining on the roof.

“I think I won in the end.” You immediately reared your head back, prepared to object at the sheer wrongness of his answer. He anticipated this though and dropped his hand from where it was combing through your hair to your mouth. He also dropped his head as to make eye contact.

“You stuck by me through everything. Even though you had to lie almost every day and had to listen to millions of rumours about me with other people, you still stayed with me. You learned a whole other language just to know people who knew me. Nothing I will ever say will ever put into perspective how much I appreciate what you’ve done for me. The way you’ve loved me will be comparable to nothing other than how much I’ve loved you.” His heartfelt speech made your head vibrate and a few tears left your eyes at his words, him kissing each one away. 

You whined deep in the back of your throat and he released a laugh at your response. 

“You could’ve just said ‘I love you’.” You said quietly.

“That’s true too.” He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

ahh it's over! dividers from this post btw, it's 11:59 pm let me sleep.

[lipringlrh]

HE DOESN’T WANT ME WHEN HE’S SOBER.

summary: lando’s your best friend but seems to like you when he’s drunk. but then again, he seems to like everyone when he’s drunk.

pairing: lando norris x gn!reader

wc: 1.5k

The music was too loud but Lando was so close that he didn’t need to alter his volume - he was talking at the perfect volume that only you could hear him. Each sentence was getting lower, deeper and quieter, but your own mind made him louder, filling up every space in it with replays of him. He was engrossing. He was all you could think about.

He almost dropped the cup in his hand as he took the final step closer, not that the cup would've mattered to him, his only concern would’ve been making sure you stay dry. Still, your throat turned dry at the little distance between you both; at the prospect of what was surely about to happen.

His free hand drifted to your jaw, holding it so delicately and manoeuvring your face gently to face up at him at the perfect angle for him to kiss you. When it was just right, and he could no longer remove his eyes from your lips, not even for a second, his hand moved to the back of your head, holding you in place.

He leaned down, oozing out confidence despite the absolute fear inside of him, and rested his forehead against yours. You had closed your eyes, expecting him to kiss you, but you opened them again when you realised he wasn’t, pulling away only slightly due to the hand on your head preventing it further.

“Lan,” you breathed, your tone showing everything that you weren’t saying, “What are you waiting for?”

His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily like resisting kissing you was the hardest thing that he’d ever done in his life. “I’m just making sure you want this,” he paused, opening his eyes and flicking them between your eyes and your lips, “Do you want this?”

“Yes,” you responded instantly, your desperation being evident from miles away. He held back a chuckle and instead revelled in the fact that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. “Please, Lan.”

“So polite,” he whispered, his voice low and hoarse. He titled your head again, bringing you impossibly closer. You could feel his shirt against your chest and his breathing on your face - there was no going back and you both knew it.

He was going to kiss you, he was leaning down, too slowly for your liking but it was happening and so you weren’t complaining. You felt a ghost touch against your lips - the slightest feeling - but it was there before being harshly ripped away in an instant.

“Mate! I’m going now, congrats on the podium,” Carlos said after walking up to Lando from behind, a hand on his back, the other one shaking his hand.

“Congrats on your win, more like it,” Lando replied, a half smile on his face, trying to be as genuine as possible and not show his annoyance that his moment was ruined.

Carlos looked towards you, about to share a goodbye with you, before noticing your dazed look and shifting between you and Lando as he noticed what was happening. “Shit- sorry, man- carry on, I’ll see you later, yeah?” he said, not letting either of you reply before wandering off, towards the door.

You both stood there frozen for a while, not speaking or moving, just staring into each other's eyes, begging the other for an answer.

Quickly, Lando had given up and stood up straight, looking into his cup and swirling what was left around. “I’m getting another drink, do you want anything?”

“No,” you said, barely audible and no longer looking at him or in his general direction. If you hadn’t shook your head as you spoke, he wouldn’t have known what you said and he really didn’t want to get into an awkward cycle of asking you to repeat yourself a few times before he finally heard you.

“I’ll find you,” was all he said as he left. You watched him as he cut through the crowds to the bar and ordered a drink and a shot, downing the shot the second that he got it.

He turned around and scanned the room, briefly meeting your eyes. You could tell he was debating whether to come back or not but you didn’t know what he decided as he began to stand up, so you made the decision for him and walked away to the side of the club, hopefully weaving through the tides of people enough that it would take a while for him to find you.

You ended up in one of the back corners of the club, pushing yourself into the wall so that people could squeeze past you and so you could people watch better. You were busying yourself giving strangers names and storylines, trying to distract yourself from whatever just happened, or could’ve happened, when you almost threw yourself to the floor in shock from a sudden hand waving in front of your face.

“Don’t jump - I was just trying to get your attention. I called your name a few times,” Alex said. You turned to look at him, slouching right next to you against the wall.

“Sorry, loud music,” you replied. It wasn’t a lie, the music was loud, but you could barely hear it over your thoughts whirring anyway. You watched Alex grimace and shake his head, somehow knowing it wasn’t the music distracting you.

“I saw,” he hummed as you took in a sharp intake of breath.

“I don’t-”

“You kissed him, finally, then what happened? Why are you all alone?” he questioned, his eyes scanning the place for Lando, knowing he’s not usually the type to leave you alone in places like this. He could tell you were upset and confused, and he needed to get to the bottom of it in order to work out whether he’d need to drive his car into Lando’s during the next race or not.

“No- he almost kissed me. Again. Carlos interrupted and he left. He left, Alex. Asked if I wanted a drink and left,” you spat, a mixture of uncertainty and anger clouding your voice. Why did he leave? He started it and left knowing exactly what was happening whilst leaving you with nothing - it was unfair.

Alex sighed. He wasn’t happy with Lando but knew what he felt for you and ultimately wanted to give him the chance to tell you without any mistakes.

“Maybe talk to him about it. He might just be unsure of where you’d like it to go-”

“He called the shots, Alex, he does it whenever he’s drunk, I don’t think he gets to be the confused one,” you sighed, looking at your feet. Alex paused and tried to think of another way to give Lando another chance to tell you how he feels without ruining it.

“Maybe talk to him when he’s sober. He’ll-”

“He doesn’t want me when he’s sober,” you whispered but wanted to scream. It hurt you to say it but you felt like it was true. Alex felt his breath hitch and his heart ache to scream at you that Lando does want you.

“That’s not right. Who wouldn’t want you?” he could see how it was affecting you and wanted nothing more than to make you feel better, but his train of thought was abandoned when he saw your body recoil into the wall in disgust.

He followed your eyeline to find Lando towards the middle of the room, kissing some girl that you had never seen before. He was leaning into her as if he’d die if he let go, and his hand was on the same place on the back of her head as it was on yours.

“Oh,” Alex said, not really knowing what else he could do. He was furious and wanted to mortify Lando in front of everyone in the room.

“Yeah, oh,” you repeated sarcastically. Your knees felt weak and your eyes were on the brink of bursting - it was impossible to hide if you tried. “I’m going to go home,” was all you could get out, your voice choking on every word.

You tried to convince yourself that you weren’t upset and rather you were disgusted but you couldn’t after the image of Lando sucking some other girl's face was plastered in your mind and you shed tears the whole way home. Lando didn’t know - in your mind he didn’t even care but as you were crying to Alex and Lily in an uber, he was looking for you everywhere. But as it hit him, the guilt and weight of what he’d done, and the realisation that you must’ve seen, he prayed that you’d let him explain, like he did every time this happened, whilst you would tell yourself, again, that you meant it this time; that he was too late.

[twobluejeans]

HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!

charles leclerc x famous!reader

summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.

part 2: wtf does ET know?, part 1: don’t start

faceclaim: madison beer

ally’s radio 📻: PART 2! thank u guys so much for the love on part 1, blew up overnight n i’m so so grateful. a lot of tswift references 🫶

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popcrave this news is breaking us like a promise😭#Y/nL/n and #CharlesLeclerc have broken up after 6 years of dating, ET reports.

Their breakup was reportedly "amicable" and happened a few weeks ago:

"It was not dramatic. The relationship had just run its course. It's why [Leclerc] hasn't been spotted at any shows."

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whatisthatmelody delete this can’t be real i’m shaking

f1obsessed I THOUGHT THEY WERE GETTING MARRIED DA FAQ

greatwarleclerc april fools was like 3 months ago not funny 😀

selenagom3z omg new album coming 😍

dangerouswomanera keep pete davidson locked up for the next few weeks i’m so serious

sainzlandoo oh yk twitters gonna have a field day

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y/nflorals Y/N SEEN FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE THE SPLIT ENTERING A RECORDING STUDIO IN LONDON TODAY via twoghostsy/n

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lovingwags that next album gonna be fire istg

runway/n she looks like she’s been crying my poor bby 🙁

cowboyrry whyd i stutter reading the caption

y/nseuphoria wait i thought she was on tour?

y/nsflorals she is but she’s on a 4 day break!!

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dailymail #Y/nL/n caught in a heated argument with #CharlesLeclerc out side a restaurant, june 28. This footage was a day before ET announced their split.

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softwags this is so wrong delete this

reputationera_y/n wth?? take this down this is such an invasion of privacy omg

steveharringtonmybeloved what.

f1obsessed well…shit💀

TWITTER,

ally’s radio 📻: so…FREE Y/N!! this was sm fun to write. dw, it only gets more dramatic from here 😌. ALSO I WAS THINKING…should we make y/n a nepo baby or not? if so, who should be mamá y papá? reblogs n like r so appreciated 🤍

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[gentlyweeps-world]

Lucky Girl

summary: Lando feeds into his girlfriends wants.

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

warnings: jealous haters 🤭

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

Lando was aware that he was dating a bimbo- a hot bimbo nonetheless. He ignored the distasteful comments, he also knew you didn’t give one fuck what people had to think.

“Babe? I need new clothes, could we go shopping?” You ask, giving Lando a pout. You knew he would say yes regardless.

Lando looked up from his phone as he was scrolling through Instagram comments, his face quickly changing to a smirk as he chuckled.

"Of course, darling I would never say no to that. Let's go," He replied as he pushed his phone away and stood up from the couch.

“Yay! Thank you baby! Let me grab my wallet” You say pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

But before you had the chance to rush off and get your phone and wallet, Lando wraps his arms tightly around your body as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

"No need for that, my love. I'm paying for everything today," Lando says as he pulls back from your neck and gives you a quick peck on the lips.

“Really?! Are you sure” You ask, looking up at him with a grin.

"I'm sure. After all, it's my job to look after you and keep my beautiful girlfriend happy," Lando chuckles softly.

"Now come on, let's go before they close," Lando says taking your hand as he leads you out the front door.

——

“Oh my god! This is so cute!” You say grabbing a random pink shirt, Lando grabs it from your hands before you rush off to look at something else.

He silently follows you, five bags already in one of his hands, as his other one holds a bunch of clothes you randomly grabbed and thought were cute.

Lando chuckles softly as he looks over each piece of clothing you pick out. He knew you had been a little too enthusiastic as you grabbed anything that was pink.

"Slow down baby, you don't need to buy the whole store," Lando chuckles softly as his hand slips into your back pocket of your jeans and places a gentle squeeze.

“But babe everything here is so cute! Oh my gosh look at that dress..” You say pulling away from Lando to go look at a pink mini dress that caught your eye.

Lando chuckles softly as he walks over to where you had paused and looks over your shoulder at the dress. From the way you were looking at it, he could tell that you really wanted it.

"You want it don't you?" Lando chuckles softly and steps behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist.

“Wouldn’t this look amazing with those heels I have?” You say, holding up the dress as you eye it over, mentally thinking of all of the accessories you have that would match it.

"Mhm. I think those would look amazing with the dress. It would be a perfect fit, my love," Lando says as his fingers dance up and down your lower back.

“I’ll get it!”, as soon as those words leave your lips Lando snatches up the dress and walks over to the register to pay for everything, knowing if you stayed in that shop for any longer you’d grab everything.

“Oh my gosh can we go to Sephora?” You ask as you follow Lando out of the shop, lacing your fingers together.

Lando chuckles softly as he nods his head softly. While you were extremely fun to go shopping with, he always found that you enjoyed going to Sephora the most.

"Of course we can go to Sephora," Lando chuckles softly as he smiles widely. He knew you were a sucker for makeup and would probably end up buying everything in the entire store.

“Thank you baby!” You say with a smile, placing a kiss to his cheek.

It had been an hour of you picking out various lip glosses, blushes and eyeshadow pallets before Lando paid for everything. “Wait baby- we have to go to Victorias Secret” You say as you and Lando step out of Sephora.

Lando chuckles and turns to look at you as you ask for Victoria Secret. Your insatiable need for shopping was honestly amusing and entertaining.

"Mhm we can go there as well Y/n," Lando chuckles softly as he wraps an arm around you and leads you into the Victoria Secret store.

“That’s so cute!” You say as soon as you two step foot in the store. You pull away from Landos side and rush off to look at the lingerie.

Lando chuckles as he watches you rush off into the lingerie section and he can't help but feel amused with how excited you looked.

He follows after you but stays a few feet back as to not get in your way while you browse. The lingerie section seemed to have caught your attention as it was taking you quite a while to decide so Lando just waited patiently as he looked around the store.

A random girl walks up to you and starts to compliment your outfit and hair, “Oh my gosh thank you! You’re so pretty!! I love your mascara! What brand do you use?” You say, starting to ramble off about makeup with this girl.

Lando chuckles quietly as he listens in to your conversation about mascara and makeup with the other girl in the store.

You seemed to be enjoying yourself as you chatted with the complete stranger as you talked about all the makeup brands you liked to use and it was honestly quite adorable.

“Ugh! That girl was so sweet!” You say with a smile after you were done talking. You only held one set of lingerie in your hands.

“Only one set?” He pouts, having wanted you to grab a few sets to try on at home.

“Mhm! I only wanted to get this papaya orange one!” You say with a smile.

"But I wanted to see you in those cute pink sets you were grabbing," Lando says in a pouty tone as he rubs his thumb against your lower back.

“Oh don’t worry! I’ll get those another day!” You say with a giggle, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

Lando smiles softly as he wraps his arm tightly around your body and pulls you into his chest. He lets out a soft moan as your lips met his and held you as close as he could.

"I want to see that on you now, love," Lando says as he moves his lips away and looks down at you.

“Let’s go then”

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summary; there's little time between fast cars and spaceships, but you make it work

pairing; lando norris x fem! star wars actress! reader [ no faceclaim ]

a/n; ahhh sorry for the late update i was planning a birthday party in a hospital dw about it anyway thank you for supporting this so i can keep geeking out on random star wars lore to you AND HAPPY OSCAR PODIUM GIRLIES LET'S GOOOOOOO!!! [ series masterlist ]

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Warnings/Tags: female reader, mentions of sex, age gap

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Life Lessons: The Intro

Fresh of a world tour, y/n l/n announces her next album.....

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Notes pop star y/n l/n announces new album: Life Lessons. To learn more about the album, check out our conversation with the young talent at this link

What’s next for y/n?

By Michelle F.

July 20, 2023

On the eve of y/n l/ns final date for her sold out world tour, I receive a phone call. It’s an invitation to the show in Paris La Defense Arena, and the opportunity to speak to y/n about what’s coming next for the pop sensation. A no brainer really. I’ve been following y/ns journey pretty much since she came onto the scene and to hear that she personally requested me to speak to? That was a shock but an absolute honour. So I hop on the Eurostar and make my way to the City of Love, Lights and Dreams. 

 A mere three hours later I’m waiting in the wings as Y/n takes the stage to a deafening crowd. The Monaco native cracks a joke in french, later translated as a slight dig at the French but all in good fun. The performance is electric as y/n performs tracks from her first three albums, all of which took the world by storm and dominated charts. One of my favourite shows that I’ve been to in a while.  Keep reading to hear more about our conversation after the show. 

Michelle: Hi y/n! That was an incredible show!

Y/n: Oh thank you Michelle, youre too kind. 

M: How does it feel, being onstage and performing for that large of a crowd? Tonight’s was pretty big but not the largest of your tour, correct?

Y: I think we had a few bigger, but it’s hard to explain. This is something I’ve dreamed of for my entire life so even though its nerve wracking, I know that I’m where I want to be. This tour has been pretty eye opening! Tonight was special though! I’ve been to many a concert in those stadium with my friends, since it was the closest major arena to Monaco so we could just hop on a train and see our favourite artists and make a girl trip out of it. 

M: That sounds so fun! This was your first tour headlining, what did you find was the biggest difference between that and opening? You opened for Ed Sheeran on his tour after the release of your second album and now for your third youre headlining.  

Y: besides people being here mostly to see me, not someone else, longer sets is the biggest difference. But i’m working with lots of the same crew that worked on the tour with Ed so it’s been pretty epic!

M: So the big question, what’s next?

Y: well….I might have something coming soon. 

M: oh, do tell! A new album?

Y: I guess I can tell you :) My next album, Life Lessons, will be releasing pretty soon. 

M: tell me everything? When are we looking at release? What’s it all about? Track names?

Y: haha, no definite date yet, but it will be soon (she winks). As for what it’s about, life. It’s been about three years in the making, so the lessons that I’ve learned over the past three years. Track names you’ll find out along with everyone else haha 

M: I guess I can accept that. Three years? How so?

Y: well, its a series of songs that I’ve written over the past 3 years at varying points and finally decided, you know what, lets release them and see what people think. 

M: will it be similar to your previous albums, stylistically, or will we see something more than the indie pop sound we’ve come to know from you?

Y: Everything really. my usual (she air quotes) sound, but some songs with slightly different vibes. There may even be a few country inspired.

M: Country’s a new genre for you. Are you a big fan normally?

Y: oh absolutely. Its nowhere near as popular here in Europe, but my granddad is from Georgia so I grew up with it in the house. When I was putting all the lyrics to music, a few of them I wanted to have a country feel, so I reached out to few friends and got opinions and everyone loved it. I decided that I dont mind if my fans dont love those songs, this album is for me. I hope they do, of course, but it is a different genre than my normal so I’d understand if they dont vibe with them as much as my other songs. 

M: Speaking of friends, any co-writers or collaborators on this album? You recently had a track with your ex boyfriend Noah Kahan on his album. Is he returning the favour?

Y: ha, nope. This one is all me. My producer and best friend, Bella, and my tour band helped with laying down the tracks, but lyrics are all me. 

M: well I’m excited. And sorry to bring it up, but your realtionship with Noah, did that provide any inspiration for the album? 

Y: yes, but probably not in the way people will be expecting. Noahs great though. We were great friends before our fling started and we’ve stayed good friends after. We all have those moments right, where we think that trying to be more is a good idea. He’s an incredible guy though. 

M: So does the album follow any kind of order? 

Y: Somewhat chronological over the period but nothing concrete. 

M: well y/n I hope our readers feel the same but I can’t wait!! I’ll be impatiently waiting for the release. Thank you again for taking to time to talk to me today. Enjoy the little break you’ll have!!

Y: thanks Michelle, I’m sure well talk soon!

Get excited readers,  this album is going to be special. 

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Don’t Fall In Love With Me | Part Two

“Of course I understand how it looks.” You sighed into the phone dropping the magazine onto the table in front of you. You looked up from the picture of you and Daniel walking hand and hand into your hotel last night to Chris, who had so kindly brought it round to you at 6am with a soya latte. “What they conveniently don’t show is the part where Daniel left about 10 minutes later.”

You could hear your agent sigh on the other side of the phone. 

“Oh but surprise surprise, why would they show that. That would make for a crap story wouldn’t it.”

“Look Ellie, I’m not saying that you’ve done anything wrong. You know I want you to be happy and I honestly wouldn’t care either way if you shagged him.”  You couldn’t help but laugh at this. “All I’m saying is be prepared for some questions today. You’ll be down on the grid, which means legally you can’t deny an interview.”

“Yes, I know, I know.” You stood up and began pacing round the room.

“Okay good. Now have fun today babe. You deserve it, you work too hard.”

“Thanks Lucy. I’ll stay in contact okay and I’ll call you later.”

“How are you feeling by the way?” Her tone had become more serious.

“Yeah, I’m doing okay. I had a little incident last night, but I’m not doing too bad.”

“You’re taking your meds?”

“Like clockwork Luce.”

“And Chris is looking out for you.” You turned to face him giving him a small smile.

“He is indeed. He’s taking good care of me.” This earned a big cheesy grin from Chris who was sat at a table in your room.

“Okay, well call me later and have fun today babe.”

“Bye Luce.” You hung up and flopped down onto your bed. “I hate the paparazzi.” You grumbled smashing a pillow down onto your face and letting out a scream. “I always forget that they’re there when I’m having a nice time.”

“It’s easily done Ells.” You felt Chris sit down on the bed next to you. And next thing you knew he was removing the pillow that was covering your face. “Now stop sulking, we have a Grand Prix to get to!”

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You and Chris were hovering around the pit wall outside of the McLaren garage getting some inside information about the strategy and how the communications between the wall and the drivers work. The drivers were out on the track at the moment for FP3.

“Would you like to listen in on the radio.” One of the young members of the team named Alex handed you a headset. You nodded eagerly and took the headset from him and placed it over you head. Chris doing the same with his.

As soon as you put the headset on Daniels voice came over the radio. “Yeah. Tyres are feeling good.”

You listened to Alex speak back to Daniel. “Okay, copy Daniel.” This was all so amusing. It was funny to think that he was out there driving at like over 200mph right now.  “Just so you know Daniel, we’ve got Ellie listening in over this radio.” You put your hands to your lips to hold back your laugh. “So just watch the language alright mate.” 

“Ellie, glad to hear you made it today.” You let out another little laugh. Alex gestured up to a button on the right side of you headset so that you could speak back to him. 

“Hi Daniel, how’s it going?”

“Oh you know, pretty standard Sunday for me.” You couldn’t help but laugh at his answer. “Oh by the way, are we still on for our date this evening?” 

You cheeks burned furiously red instantly at his words. You could feel the stares of people from the pit wall on you. “Why don’t we talk about this later yeah?” You answered him avoiding eye contact with everyone that was around you.

“Aw come on, you can’t leave a guy hanging like that.” He responded which only caused you to blush harder. “Alex, you think you should go out with me tonight right?”

“Okay okay! Yes, we’re still on for our date tonight.” You rushed to get the conversation over and done with.

“You’ve just made my day Miss. Love.” He came back once again. 

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You and Chris were standing on the grid as the countdown to the race was on. You were standing over by Daniels car who was lined up in P7. One of his better starts to the season. 

“This lifestyle is crazy.” You turned to Chris. “All this travelling and all this money. The risk.” Chris was listening intently to what you were saying. “I don’t think I could ever get used to it.”

“Is it really so different from the way we live?” You pondered over his question for a minute.

“Okay, minus the risk and maybe it’s not so different after all.” Suddenly a certain Martin Brundle appeared in front of you. You internally groaned, bracing yourself for whatever he might ask you.

“I can’t believe my luck, here we have Chris Evans and Ellie Love who are guests of McLaren this weekend.” He was facing the camera but standing by the side of you both. “How have you both enjoyed this weekend so far?” He shoved his microphone right under Chris’ face.

“Oh it’s been amazing Martin. First time at a Grand Prix. I have to admit I don’t know much about the sport, but this petrol head here has been giving me the lowdown.” Chris gestured to you and you gave a little wave to the camera.

“Petrol head? Are you a big fan of the Grand Prix Ellie?” He turned his attention to you now.

“Oh my god yeah! I’ve been watching for as long as I can remember with my Dad! Although this is the first time I’ve had the fortune of coming to see one!” You smiled at Martin.

“Oh wow, that’s really great!” He paused briefly and looked at you, almost contemplating for a split second if he wanted to say what he was about to say next. “Now you took part in a Hot Lap with Daniel Ricciardo yesterday and judging by the photos that appeared this morning, it looks like you had a pretty good time with him.”

You seized up at the words, but kept your composure.  All that media training did come in handy sometimes. “Oh yeah, the hot lap was so fun. And Daniel is a great guy, so sweet and he was kind enough to walk me back to my hotel room after we attended a McLaren dinner last night.” Your tone was friendly, but stern. And your eye contact with Martin, indicated that you wanted the matter to drop there.

“I have to say, he’s never offered to walk me back to my hotel room. Looks like he might have a little soft spot for you there.” You didn’t even know what to say back to that, but luckily Chris jumped in a saved you.

“He wouldn’t be the first to have a soft spot for Miss. Love. That’s for sure.” Chris gave you a wink and you dropped your face downwards and let out a little laugh.

“Thanks for you time guys.” And just like that Martin was storming off onto the next interview. When suddenly you felt a hand on your waist and you turned slightly to see Daniel there. “Hey” you beamed at him. “How are you?”

“Yeah I’m feeling pretty good.” He removed his hand from your back and you couldn’t help but wish he had kept it there. He turned to Chris and help out his hand. “Hey how’s it going?” Chris accepted his hand and they shared a handshake.

“Alright mate. How you feeling about the race today.” 

“Yeah not bad, just trying to keep focused.” He gave you a small smile. “Will you be joining us this evening?”

“Ah yeah, Ells mentioned something about a night out. Yeah I’m there!”

“Alright perfect. Well I gotta get going, duty calls.” I’ll see you both later. He grazed your arm as he headed over to his car.

“Be careful!” You called after him. “Precious cargo.” This caused him to look back and give you a big smile and a cheeky wink.

Shortly after you were escorted off the track and back to the McLaren garage where you would both be watching the race.

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The race had been absolute carnage from start to finish. With a crash at the very start involving 5 cars, it had been thrown into chaos. All drivers involved were okay, which was a massive relief to everyone. However, Daniel had benefited from it quite nicely, managing to take home P3! 

You and the rest of the McLaren team headed over to the the pit lane where the first three place cars were gathering. Much to your surprise the team ushered you and Chris right to the front of the barrier so you could see as much as you could. You watched as Daniel climbed out of his car and came bounding over to the McLaren team who gave him a huge embrace lifting him off his feet ever so slightly. You and Chris couldn’t stop clapping and cheering. You watched as Daniel lifted his helmet off his head and caught eyes with you. He came wondering over and pulled you into a big hug, somewhat taking you by surprise.

The McLaren team erupted into even louder cheers at this. Your whole body felt like it had been lit on fire at his touch. When he eventually went to pull away he dropped a firm kiss to your left cheek and you felt a blush immediately appear. He seemed pretty happy with the reaction he had caused as a smirk took over his lips. He turned to Chris and they shared another handshake before he headed off to be weighed.

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You were back in your hotel room in the process of getting ready for a night out with some of the drivers, Chris and more importantly Daniel. You were nervous. No, that was a lie. You were petrified. You hadn’t been on a date in..well years. Not since you split with your ex. That whole experience had been somewhat traumatic for you and it had massively put you off the whole dating scene for a long time.

You’d been pacing in your room for the past 30 minutes over the three dresses that were currently laid out on your bed. You hated that you were becoming this girl, but you didn’t know which one to wear. 

If you were getting ready for an event, you could rely on your stylist, however they weren’t here to help you today and you simply didn’t know which one to pick. You did the only thing that you could think of doing. You called Chris.

You continued to pace as the phone was ringin-

“Hello?”

“Chris! Hi!”

“Err..is everything okay Ellie?”

“Yes!” You paused. “I mean actually no, I’m freaking out.”

“Why what’s going on? I’m coming over right now,”

“No no it’s nothing serious, but I just can’t decide what to wear this evening and I’m slightly panicking a bit.” You could hear him chuckle through the phone. “This is serious Chris. This is a date. This is a first da-“ You were interrupted by a knock on the door. You made your way over to answer it. “Sorry someones at the door, but as I was saying, this is a first date.” 

You grabbed the handle and pulled the door open, only to be greeted by Chris standing on the other side holding the phone to his ear. “Yes, I know it’s a first date.”

“I haven’t been on a first date in years.”

“Yes I know.”

“I haven’t dated in years full stop. Not since Seb.” You paused pondering your own words. You had been in a long term relationship with your co-star on many of the Marvel movies, Sebastian Stan. You were completely in love with the man, well that was until he cheated on you of course. “Oh my god.” Chris looked at you perplexed as you shut the door behind him. “I’ve not dated since I was dating Seb and we were together for three years.” You could feel yourself spiralling now. “I haven’t dated in four years. Chris I’m not ready for this.”

“Okay, you need to calm down. You are ready for this. You deserve to go on a date and to be treated nicely.” You couldn’t help but smile at his words. “Daniels a great guy Ellie. You just need to enjoy tonight.” You sat down on in a chair and looked up to him.

“I know you’re right. I just need to calm down really. I’m being overly dramatic.”

“Yes, yes you are.” You fake kicked him from your seat, earning a laugh. “Now, show me these options.”

You clapped your hands together and stood up turning Chris to face the outfits that you had laid out on your bed. “I’m not sure, because we’re going to a club and I haven’t been to a club in a while.”

Chris scanned over the outfits for a little bit before finally pointing to one on the end. You looked at him a little shocked.

“Really?” You asked with one raised eyebrow.

“Hell yeah. No-one will be able to take their eyes off you if you wear that.”

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You couldn’t lie. You felt entirely overdressed, over exposed and just down right not yourself in what you were wearing, but it was too late to change now. Daniel had sent you a text saying that he was just heading into the lobby, and you texted back to say that you would be down in a minute.

“Okay, come on Miss. Love. Time for a couple shots for dutch courage I think.” You turned away from looking at yourself in the mirror to where Chris was stood pouring four shots of tequila. You waltzed over and immediately picked one of the shots up downing it. Chris quickly joined you before you put the glass back down on the table before grabbing the next. This time you and Chris cheersed them before downing it. Giving you head a quick shake and wincing at the burning sensation down your throat you decided you were ready.

“Ready to do this Mr. Evans.”

“Hell yeah, let’s go.”

You and Chris made your way from your room and to the lifts. As you stood in them descending floors you couldn’t help but continue you fiddle with your outfit. “Do I look stupid?” You asked Chris suddenly.

“What?”

“As in do I look ridiculous? Because I feel ridiculous in all honestly.”

“Ellie the only way that you could be considered to look ridiculous right now, is ridiculously hot. So stop being silly and breathe.”

You gave Chris a light kiss on the cheek just as the doors opened and you stepped out. Your eyes scanned over the lobby and they fell onto Daniel. Christ did he look good. He was wearing black jeans, a black t-shirt and a black blazer over the top. It was so simple and yet he made it look stunning.

You stood admiring him for a few seconds when his head turned to you and your eyes locked. You watched as his gaze dropped from your eyes and slowly, almost painfully slowly scanned down the rest of your face, pausing a little too long over your lips which were painted a deep purple shade. His eyes continued to move down your neck where they hit your dress. His lips parted slightly as the again were held a little too long at your cleavage. You could feel your body lighting on fire everywhere his eyes gaze passed over. His eyes continued scanning down your body. When his eyes rejoined your gaze, you began to make your way over to him. Your arm linked with Chris’.

“You look beautiful.” He breathed out as you reached him. The smallest of smiles took over your lips as you blushed slightly at his compliment. You took another teeny step forward and went on your tippy toes to plant a kiss on his cheek, resting your hand on his shoulder for balance, you felt his hand come to your lower back and hold you there for a moment. 

As you pulled away you addressed him. “Thank you sir.” You said cheekily. “You look very handsome this evening as well.”

He held out his arm for you to take. “Shall we?”

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The Difference Between Us - GR63

It’s been a minute but I’m back with another one. This could potentially be followed by another part.. let me know if you’re interested

Pairing: George Russell x Reader

Warnings: a little angsty, a little smutty

Her mind blurred. The warmth of his hands on her hips was all she could focus on. Everything outside of the two was forgotten as he continued the slow sabotage of her body and mind. Pants and groans surrounded the pair as they moved in slow synchronised movements.

“Fu-fuck, George please don’t stop.” Her voice was broken as her begs met his ears. Her face flushed and glistening as her head fell back, neck extending in front of him. He grinned as his leaned to follow her neck.

“You never have to beg Love - I’d give you anything you want.” He mouthed against her neck, careful not to leave any marks as his lips made their way down towards her collarbone. Her groans turned to whimpers as his thumb met her swollen centre. His eyes traced her body as she started to shake in his arms. The white that took over her eyes was unmistakable as she fell apart. The pitch of her sounds now higher than they had been, and he revelled in the sound as she tightened around him.

“Oh god.” His words were cut short as he followed her to his high.

The pair panted, foreheads resting together as their breathing settled. His hands were soft against her hair as he moved it from her face. Her eyes stayed closed as a soft smile graced her face. His fingers traced her features as her heart settled and her breathing calmed.

"We need to move George. My dad will be back soon." His sigh was loud as she moved to stand, releasing herself from his arms as he leaned back into the couch. She quickly moved around the room, picking her clothes up as she went. They were silent as he slipped his boxers and jeans back over his hips, and she slipped her outfit back onto her body. This wasn't a new ending to the pair's time together, but George wouldn't fight it this time.

“Please say something.” Her voice was soft as her hand cradled his cheek. He leaned into it, a frown marring his face as he met her eyes.

“There’s nothing to say really. Your dad will be back soon. You should go.” He hated that her eyes teared up as she flinched away from his flat tone, but he couldn’t help but continue, “I’ll see you out there, hopefully anyway.”

“George- you- I- you know why, I can’t- we can’t” she stuttered as he moved to leave the room, his room, while she stood lost in the middle. She wanted to reach out to physically stop him but she couldn’t bring herself to.

“No, not we. You. You can’t, I can. I have been willing since the first time. You are the only one holding back.” His words bit into her as the tears built in her eyes, the small girl across from him unable to shield herself from his words. He regret hurting her immediately, but he refused to withhold his feelings any longer.

“I can’t just tell my dad I’m sleeping with his driver George!” Her words were fierce as he took a step back towards her, words only softened by the tears that remained in her eyes.

“See that’s the difference between us. I’m more than willing to tell my boss that I’m in love with his daughter.” Her breath was stuck in her chest as he turned and strut out the door. He didn’t look back as she moved to stand in the doorway, unsure of where to go from there.

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read he doenst want me when he’s sober here

summary: lando’s your best friend but seems to like you when he’s drunk. but then again, he seems to like everyone when he’s drunk.

edit: i’ve replied to a few comments but there’s so many and i don’t want to seem like i’m copy and pasting everything but ill tag people who asked for a part 2 and if anyone else wants to be tagged lmk, ive read all the comments though and thank you all so much🤍

[twobluejeans]

HEARTBREAK ON TOUR!

charles leclerc x famous!reader

summary: in which the lavender haze has been lifted. or in which america’s it couple splits.

part 1: don’t start, part 2: wtf does ET know?

faceclaim: varies but for rn madison beer

ally’s radio 📻: heavily inspired by taylor swift and joe alwyn’s breakup bc im still in mourning. a lot of tswift references 🫶

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y/nflorals Y/N GETTING EMOTIONAL DURING THE 1 LAST NIGHT IN GLASGLOW! via loveonshow

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user4 okay but the fit fire

sweetnothingy/n my show my song ❤️‍🩹

user5 man she even looks pretty when she cries this is not fair bruh

back2decemberl/n this was a religious experience. i nearly died

loveontourhs FRANCE GOT ROBBED.

dontblamemey/n SHE REPLACED INVISIBLE STRING WITH THE 1?? ARE YOU SHITTING ME?

leclercy/n @dontblamemeleclerc i’m gonna kms

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enews photos caught of ‘lover’ singer #y/nl/n and #charlesleclerc fighting outside a restaurant in london tonight. click link in bio for more info on the it couple’s nasty choice of words.

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arianagrande take this down immediately. please respect people’s privacy for once oml

chary/n @arianagrande ARIANA WHAT ARE U DOING HERE??

devil_leclerc this was not the family reunion i was expecting 💀

badbloody/n this feels so invasive and wrong on so many levels

trishapaytasnotreal oh this looks nasty, poor bby 🙁

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lordpercevalupdates i don’t wanna scare anyone even more but…

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user1 girl what

y/nmybeloved “i think i’ve seen this film before…”

charles.y/n @y/nmybeloved don’t even.

allmychampagney/n fell to my knees at walmart

ally’s radio 📻: i swear this gets better 😭 pls im a star 🙏

planning on making this a multi-series so i if u want a tag, pls lmk!! 💋.

[gentlyweeps-world]

Pros and Cons

summary: After celebrating a bit too hard from your boyfriend getting his first points, you realize that your period was late, so you sent out your boyfriend for a pregnancy test.

pairing: logan sargeant x fem! reader

warnings: pregnancy talk

next part

LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

“I’m sure it’ll be okay” Lily says from the other line, “Does Logan know?”

“I mean he knows my period is late but that’s it..” You say panicking, pacing around your bedroom.

“I’m waiting for him to get back from working out with Benny” You add on, a sigh coming from your lips.

“Well call me again once you get everything sorted out, it’ll be okay Y/n” Lily says, “Thanks Lily” You say before she ends the call.

The door to your shared apartment opens, and you see a sweaty, yet smiling, Logan enter.

“Hey baby! Training went well..” Logan says, moving over towards you in the kitchen he wraps an arm around you waist, placing a kiss against your lips.

“What’s wrong?” He softly asks, picking up on your anxious look and vibe. “I need you to pick up a pregnancy test Log..” You softly say, nervously chewing your bottom lip as you look up at him.

He looks at you a bit shocked, but nods his head. “Guess we celebrated too hard after Austin, huh?” He says with a chuckle, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

“I guess so” You muse back with a grin. Logan slowly pulls away from you, squeezing your waist.

“I’ll be back” He says with a soft smile, “It’ll be okay whatever the outcome is..” He adds on knowingly. You nod your head with a nervous smile, watching him leave the apartment again, off to buy you a pregnancy test.

You sit on the couch nervously tapping your fingers, waiting for Logan to return from getting the pregnancy test. What if it comes up positive? Would Logan be mad?

You take a deep breath, trying to reassure yourself as Logan walks back through the front door, he walks over towards you with a reassuring smile, handing you a brown paper bag from CVS.

"Here you go hun, I got 2 of them so if this one fails we always got the back up." He says softly, watching you get up from the couch with shaky hands. He presses a soft kiss against your lips, “It’ll be okay” He whispers to you.

“Okay..” You weakly whisper back, walking over towards the bathroom, Logan follows, opting to stand outside the bathroom as you start the process.

A few minutes pass, you slowly open the bathroom door and nervously look at Logan, “It’ll take three minutes” You mumble out.

“Have any good ideas to pass up three minutes?” He asks, wrapping an arm around you.

“No but I’m sure you do” You say with a giggle, wrapping your own arms around him as your lips meet again.

He pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. He moves his hand around to your lower back and grips you tight. His free hand roams around your body as his lips travel down your neck, kissing and biting along the way. Eventually you break away, both of your breath is heavy and your cheeks are flushed.

Then you hear your phone go off, meaning the three minute time was up. Logan squeezes your hand, pressing another kiss to your lips you two turn to look at the pregnancy tests.

“It’s..it’s negative, both are” You say softly, letting out a small sigh. Logan wraps his arms around you, moving your back against his chest.

“Either way, I would’ve been happy” He says, “Plus you would look so hot pregnant” He adds on, forcing you to roll your eyes.

“Keep that in mind for later” You say teasingly, “Shame, I wouldn’t mind filling you up” He says with no shame, “Logan!” You gasp out, trying to pull away from him.

“Don’t say stuff like that you jerk!” You add on, lightly hitting his chest, “You know you like it Y/n” He says with a grin, softly kissing your neck as you start to text Lily.

“So the pro is I’m not pregnant, the con is Logan wants me pregnant”

“Ew”

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radio 🪩: Hope this was an enjoyable one! I will be working on maybe three other mini fics before I work on Ferrari Red and The “It” Girl series again 🫶 (I am taking in requests)

[bruuhky]

• Charles Leclerc Imagines

[enchantestuff]

forbidden - max verstappen

in which you’re Christian Horners daughter and your father refuses to let you be anywhere near his golden boy 

HAPPY SMUTTY SUNDAY

NOT MY GIF!!

warnings: semi public sex, asshole!Christian (but he's always an asshole so), language, kind of dirty talk?, idk really just the usual

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You had gotten used to life at the Redbull garage, which also meant you got used to life with Max Verstappen. You were Christians’ daughter and Max was his star. Whenever you spent time with your father conversation would somehow always drift towards the famous driver. There were plenty of times over the years that you thought perhaps he preferred Max over you.

You weren't necessarily wrong with that thought.

Your father had banned Max from ever laying a finger on you the moment you two had met, but if he hadn’t done so you would have been adamant on the fact that Max was his favourite human on earth.

But you couldn't stay away from Max. Your father constantly treated you like a child and you had to admit that you enjoyed the thrill of hooking up with the one man that was forbidden to touch you. The hidden love marks that scattered your body in places you wouldn’t dare to bare anyone else filled you with a sense of confidence as you strolled the paddock with Christian, knowing that proof of your dirty little secret was littered under the clothes you were wearing. Littered over his beloved driver's body too.

The dynamic between you and Max was intense, but it all changed for the good the day your dad had caught you making out with Max in his drivers room.

He had gotten a really good result in qualifying that day. Pole position was expected for him and easily achieved, but that didn't mean you couldn’t congratulate him the way you knew best. You had patiently waited for him in his driver's room, knowing well that nobody would dare enter his private area and that it would be the first place he went to after greeting the press.

Calmly situated in the room, you discarded more and more articles of clothing as the minutes went by until you were left standing with just your bra and the skirt you had worn that day. Max had been talking to his trainer when he opened the door to his room, his eyes growing wide at the sight of you sitting pretty on his sofa and the door slamming shut behind him on his good friend's face. “I’ll see you in a bit” he vocalised and you immediately stood up to embrace him, your near bare chest colliding with his still sweaty fireproof shirt.

“I thought I’d congratulate you”

“Fuck me, Y/N, you really know how to make a mans day even better,” he grinned and leaned down to passionately kiss you. He was still buzzing with adrenaline from qualification and wanted to blow some of it off before he got his present. What better way to do that than to collide his lips with your own.

He pushed you against the wall, his hands immediately grabbing your breasts and placing feather light kisses on them, appreciating every inch of your body. “God you’re so hot,” he muttered, his eyes flickering up at you as he sucked gently on your nipple.

You groaned at the sensation, hooded eyes looking back down at him while you swiftly removed the cap on his head. “I thought I was supposed to be congratulating you,” you teased, racking your hands through his hair, pushing him even further into your chest. You loved this sight of him.

Max moved back to face you, “You’ll have plenty of time to do that, darling” he spoke before reconnecting your lips.

It was that moment that your dad had walked in. You had screamed and Max had pressed himself closer to you, hiding your exposed body from Christian who seemed like he was ready to kill the two of you. You cringed each time you thought back to that moment and never wanted to relive it.

After the incident Christian had become tougher on Max, forcing him to train even harder than he already did and not bothering to congratulate him after a good race. His unfair treatment of Max had only lasted two races and then he was back to being his golden boy. You on the other hand were banned from the next five races, which was strange considering you had been to every one since you were little, you sadly weren't surprised with the outcome and so your hatred for your father began to build more and more each day.

You thought the race ban was stupid, and unfair but your dad, although a dick, was a smart man. He got what he wanted most; you and Max hadn’t seen each other since the predicament. What Christian didn't know however was that the two of you had filled the void with flirty texts to one another during the most inappropriate times imaginable.

You had sent him a picture standing proudly in front of your bedroom mirror. A new lingerie set hugging your body while your fingers played with your nipple just minutes before he met with your father for coffee. Max had sent you a photo of himself during a family breakfast. He had been all sweaty from an intense workout and his bulge was on full display for you to see. You had to excuse yourself from the table that morning and relieved yourself with Max guiding on the other end of the phone.

You were ecstatic when you were finally allowed to attend the races again. You strolled into the paddock with a massive grin on your face. The thought of finally seeing Max again hadn’t even crossed your mind, instead your body was full with excitement. Excitement to feel the brilliant atmosphere once more, excitement to hold your breath each time the cars nearly touched, excitement to hear the harsh noise of the tyres squealing against the tough concrete. You were so lost in your thoughts that the usually long walk to the Redbull Racing garage had felt oddly short, and only then did the nerves start kicking in.

“Y/N,” you heard some of the mechanics greet,  the sound of your name caused Max to flick his head towards you, completely dismissing the conversation he was having with Sergio. There you were, after weeks of staying away from each other, you finally stood in front of him. You somehow looked even better than the last time he saw you, he didn’t know that was possible but as you stood there with a smile on your face, practically glowing, he knew that it was. 

Your eyes scanned across the garage and landed on Max sat in the corner of the room. A smirk crawled onto your face at the sight of him in front of you. You grinned as he made his way towards you, arms spread out to the side to welcome you into a hug. You completely ignored your father who was waiting for you on the other side of the garage and ran into Max’s arms.

You had vowed to yourself weeks ago not to let your father control your life anymore. You also vowed to infuriate him as much as you physically could on the day of your return and what better way to do that than give all your attention to his golden boy.

“Finally,” Max whispered in your ear as he hugged you close, “I know he's your father but god Christians a dick.”

You laughed in Max’s chest, pulling away to spare a glance in Christians direction, who looked unsurprisingly more annoyed than usual, before turning back to face Max. “Did you miss me?” you giggled and intertwined your hands. You loved the feeling of his large hand against your small one, but you also loved the annoyed grunt that your father let out from behind you.

“No comment,” Max teased. He ignored the impatient tapping of Christians foot as well as the sighs he let out every few seconds. Max knew how valuable he was to Christian and so he believed he could do what he wanted. He knew he could do what he wanted. With who he wanted. Which was you.

You could hear steps begin to approach the two of you and almost laughed when your father awkwardly stood to the side of you and Max. “It's go time!” he reminded the driver, quickly looking away when you placed a kiss on Max’s cheek.

“Good luck, if you’re good you might get a reward,” you whispered in his ear.

“I'm always good,” he arrogantly repiled. You watched him as he made his way towards his car, silently admiring how good he looked in his race suit.

“I see you didnt take my advice into consideration,” Christian commented from beside you. He was still tapping his foot against the floor and the sound was driving you insane.

“Nope,” you shrugged, eyes still trained on Max’s figure. You almost laughed at the huff that left your fathers lips before he trudged towards the pitlane. Almost.

Max did great, he won and you could tell he was delighted with himself after such an intense race. You knew after last time that maybe congratulating him in his driver's room was probably not the best idea so instead of waiting patiently for him to find you, you went to search for him.

You walked around the garage, opening the many doors and greeting the many people that you passed until you finally spotted the dutch driver walking towards you. He was drenched in champagne, sweat trailed down his body causing his hair to stick onto his damp forehead. His race suit was situated halfway down his waist and you drooled at the sight of his undershirt clinging onto him.

“Congratulations!” you smiled at him, giving him a hug which was quickly cut short when his hands grabbed onto your waist and dragged you in the opposite direction.

“Come” he beckoned, not letting you go and instead leading you into the closest office. He shut the door the minute you entered the room, not wanting to risk getting caught again. He needed some privacy and god did he deserve it.

A laugh bubbled from your throat as you surveyed the room you had found yourself in, “You do realise whose office we’re in, right?” you asked, walking around the office and glancing at the numerous photos put up.

Max winced when he began to recognize his surroundings, “That was unintentional” he confided, trailing his finger across the big wooden desk in the middle of the room, “But it's not the worst place”

Your eyebrows shot up at his words and you perched yourself up on your fathers desk. You flipped the photo propped next to you the other way and happily wrapped your arms around Max's shoulders when he positioned himself in front of you. “Now Max you have to be careful, there's cameras all over this room,” you sweetly smiled, fingers trailing up and down his neck, mimicking the movements of his hands on your thighs.

“I happen to know of a little blind spot, schat” he grinned, hands reaching dangerously close to your core before moving back down, “I'd be happy to show you it.”

You pulled away from him, moving your arms behind your body, leaning on them as you peered up at Max in front of you, “And how do you know of this mysterious blind spot, darling?” you wondered, smiling in delight when he leaned down towards you. You were practically lying on top of the wooden desk and Max was doing his best not to drop his own weight onto you.

“Let's just say I got curious one day and had to find out for myself.”

You laughed at the idea of him looking through security footage in his own free time. “So you've thought about this exact moment then?” you teased. You of course had also thought about it, but he didn't need to know that.

“I have,” he admitted. He leaned in to finally kiss you, a groan escaping him when you moved even further away from him. You were such a tease

“And? What was it like?”

“Certainly nothing like this,” Max whined. He grabbed onto your thighs, pulling you into him before picking you up and dragging you to the corner of the room. Your legs had automatically wrapped around his waist and you moaned once his body pressed against yours. You almost felt suffocated by how close his body was to yours.

“Is this the infamous blind spot?” you asked as he kissed down your neck.

“I'm pretty sure I'm fully exposed right now.”

You gasped at his words, pushing your hands against his chest indicating that you wanted him to pull away, “I swear to god, Y/N, if you try to pull away one more time i’m going to fuck you on your dad’s wooden desk, no blind spot to hide anything were doing”

Your eyes rolled back at his words “i dont think ive ever wanted anyone to fuck me this bad before” you admitted. You pulled him into you, dragging him into a sloppy, lustful kiss. You didn't bother trying to remove his undershirt, knowing you didn't have a lot of time and instead just pulled his race suit even lower down his body.

“You're not very good at hiding how turned on your are,” he smirked while he dragged down his boxers. He undid the button on your jeans and slipped his hand into your underwear, his fingers ran up and down your folds causing you to wiggle in his grip. “I haven't even touched you yet and you're already this wet,” he mocked, moving his fingers away from you and into his mouth.

You began to grow impatient and quickly stroked his cock, preparing him for your next activities. “Impatient are we?”

“Dont act like you werent just begging to fuck me,” you forced out, sighing in relief when he finally entered you. You would never get used to how well he filled you, the feeling of him inside you was something indescribable.

You gripped onto his shoulders as he thrusted into you, your body slamming against the wall every few seconds. “You do realize we're basically in public” you forced out in between moans, suggesting that maybe he should try to be more quiet.

“Yeah?” he breathed out, his face inches apart from your own, “I thought that was the whole point of this hmm? I thought it was a kink of yours?” You felt your cheeks redden at his words, unable to think of a response you instead let out a moan. “Didnt realise i had such an effect on you”

“You know fully well the effect you have on me.”

“Do I?” he teased, pressing even more kisses onto your neck as he continued to speak, “Are you going to show me? Are you going to show me the effect I have on you, princess?” he pondered, moving one of his hands to your cheek, forcing you to watch him as you got closer to your release. “Are you going to cum all over my cock, darling? Are you going to be a good girl?” 

You nodded at his words. You hand desperately gripped onto his shoulders. You could feel the all too familiar knot build up on your stomach, Max’s quick paced thrusts were enough to have you coming undone after just a few minutes. Your head falling back onto the wall as whimpers left your mouth.

“Shit, darling, i'm close”

“Wait,” you tapped onto his chest, “Wait.”

Max pulled away from you without hesitation, countless thoughts running through his mind but a delighted smirk finally settled on his face when you dropped down on your knees in front of him, mouth wide open and eyes staring directly into his own.

“You're going to be the death of me”

Luckily for the pair of you Christian hadn't bothered to check his footage that day. Not when he found the belongings that had previously been neatly settled on his desk sprawled around the place. And especially not when he found a discarded condom in his bin.