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tayytayy12 · 7 days

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𝗦𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 | 𝗟𝗻𝟰 𝘅 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Summary | After a bad brake up, reader soft launches her relationship which her exes friend along with a special song

Warnings | Swearing, previous bad brake up

Faceclaim | Gracie Abrams

Requested | Yes - No

Type | SMAU

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Yourusername - I’ve been away for a while, but I’m back and here to stay thanks to my favourite girl for making me stop being sad in bed. Love you Kika 💕💕

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User1 - How did Carlos fumble THIS hard?

User2 - She’s literally so beautiful

Kika.cgomez - MY FAVOURITE BEAUTIFUL WONDERFUL SWEET-HEARTED GIRLFRIEND !!!

Yourusername - I LOVE YOUUIOUII

ChappellRoan - Hottie

Yourusername - all you gorgeous

User3 - Chapell would treat her better than Carlos ever would I’ll say it now

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User4 - LMAO THIS IS WHY I LOVE HER

Lilymhe - Good to see you back beautiful 🫡

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User5 - Okay now that you’re back, MUSIC WHEN BBY?

User6 - Carlos cowering in a corner knowing his time is coming

User7 - he shouldn’t have cheated on her then

User8 - real like hold him accountable

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Yourusername - You ask, I’ll always deliver 🤍 While I was away I was hard at work, but just for you, but for me. This has been a rough time for me these past few months, so as always I’ve channeled all the emotions I’ve been feeling into writing music, and this is the result of that. My brand new album, ‘Good Riddance’ is out on April 22, and I can’t wait for you to hear her, she’s a work I’m so incredibly proud of. But I will be honest with you, get your tissues ready 🫡 (well except for one song about a very special somebody, I’m not that cruel) I love you 🤍🤍🤍

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User9 - NEW Y/N ERA

User10 - I can feel the sadness through the phone

User11 - ARE WE GOING TO IGNORE THE LAST PART? WHO IS THE SPECIAL PERSON?

User12 - It might now even be a guy, it’s probably Kika or Chappel or something

User13 - Real people are so delulu

SabrinaCarpenter - I can’t tell that you devoured

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User13 - All these sad ass sing titles then a random ‘so high school’, you can’t tell me that doesn’t sound like a love song

User14 - so soon after Carlos is icky

LandoNorris - Can’t wait!!

User14 - ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?!?

User15 - Is it April 22nd yet?

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LandoNorris - Back on the podium !!!! All thanks to a certain good luck charm 🤍

User16 - UM HELLO LANDO??

User17 - That’s me guys

User18 - The fact that he and mystery girl are in an orangey papaya light is so cute

User19 - Y/N IN THE LIKES HELLO?

User20 - A podium with Carlos, and no Carlando pics for the first time ever? What happened 🤍

User21 - THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO NOTICED

User22 - My man Carlos was glaring DAGGERS into LN 😭😭

User23 - ‘good luck charm’ brb sobbing

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User24 - HELLO SO HIGH SCHOOL? SCREAMIN?!?!!?

User25 - I WAS SOBBING THE WHOLE ALBUM THEN THIS CUTE HORNY ASS SONG COMES ON

User26 - I need to know who it’s about like right now

User27 - ‘And in a blink of a crinkling eye I'm sinking, our fingers entwined’ I want a relationship written by THE Y/n Y/l/n

User28 - We all do

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Yourusername - My one and only, Mr. So high school 🤍

LandoNorris - Cutie

LandoNorris - I love you baby

Yourusername - Squealing

User29 - UM HELLO?

User30 - WHAT WHEN WHERE AND HOW?

Kika.cgomez - Couple goals fr 🫠

LandoNorris - Thanks Kika (first nice thing she said to me btw)

Kika.cgomez - Was talking about me and Y/n but okay

PierreGasly - Um okay?

Yourusername - Sorry guys, me nd Kika forever

User31 - Carlos’ best friend is moving dirty

User32 - She’s in her revenge era and I’m so here for it

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LandoNorris - My favourite, most beautiful girl

Yourusername - Crying I love you so much

Kika.cgomez - She is actually shedding tears

LandoNorris- Cutie

MaxFewtrell - Just listened to Y/ns new song, do me a favour mate, never play GTA with me again?

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unformula1 · 15 days

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sunset (LN4 x Reader)

looking at the sunset Lando Norris x Reader w/c: 412 also reader is taller than lando masterlist

The view is breathtaking, and the sunset glows a gentle orange. Crowds lean against the railings, taking photos of the sunset or kissing in the evening rays.

Lando held your hand tightly as he admired the sunset. He was mesmerised, to say the least, almost hypnotised at this point.

He clutched onto your hand as he looked into the sun.

“Penny for your thoughts?” You ask him, shaking his hand a little.

“Just thinking of you.” Lando replies as he looks you in the eyes and smiles.

“Aww. When I see the sun, I think of you too.” You say.

He chuckles softly and swings his arm around your waist, pulling you closer in.

“Because you glow just as bright as the sun.” You continue, letting Lando soak it all in.

“It reminds me of you because I love the sunset.” Lando says.

“But like… you love me more right…” You cheekily ask.

Lando nods subtly and runs his hand through your hair.

“You look gorgeous.” Lando says before tiptoeing to planting a kiss on your forehead.

“You too Lan.” You say, returning the favour by planting a kiss on the top of his head.

“Let’s take a photo!” Lando says as he pulls out his camera, “Stand there!”

You chuckle and walk over the railing, leaning on it and looking into the sunset.

You hear a few clicks of the camera.

You turn around and Lando’s looking through the photos, he jogs toward you and stands next to you, showing you the photos.

“You look good, as always.” Lando says before he flashes another smile at you. The smile looks absolutely beautiful and you almost forget to respond.

“Yea… I should take one of you.” You suggest and Lando passes his camera to you.

You take a few steps back and snap a few photos of Lando before showing it to him.

“You’re amazing at this!” Lando cheers and pats your back.

“Thank you, but you’re better… as always.” You say which earns you another soft chuckle.

“One more. Both of us.” Lando says.

You agree and Lando hands his camera over to Max, who takes a few photos of you two.

They look breathtaking. Not just the scenery, Lando too. His smile and his hand placements, swinging over your waist and pulling you in closer. Everything about him made you giggle and kick your feet.

He kisses you again but this time on the lips and you return the kiss.

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loganshouseofworship · 8 days

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Pink tulips a symbol of friendship — Logan Sargent x platonic!reader

Tagged — @amatswimming @bblouifford @disneyprincemuke @faithshouseofchaos @faithsotherhouseofchaos

Logan knew that you were having a tough week and as one of your longest-standing friends, he took it upon himself to make you feel better. On the way to your apartment, Logan stopped by the store and picked up some of your favorite snacks, ice cream, and drinks and continued with his mission.

Halfway through his journey to your apartment, he made one stop it wasn’t planned but he saw the florist stand from the corner of his eye and thought fuck it.

Looking at the selection of flowers his eyes saw a pretty Bouquet of pink tulips. Logan remembered you saying that tulips were a symbol of friendship.

“I would like these,” Logan said, picking out the pink tulips and handing the florist the money.

“Great choice,” the florist said. And with that Logan was back on track.

Once at your place, Logan knocked firmly on your apartment door. Hearing your footsteps making their way down the stairs, he grew a smile and waited. Once the door opened he extended both hands with the bouquet in one and the takeout bag in the other.

“Hey, you.”

He smirked softly seeing you, hoping that maybe this would cheer you up at least a bit.

“Hi.” You said letting Logan in your apartment

"I brought you flowers," Logan said smiling

"for what?" You asked confused

"There has to be a reason?" Logan questioned.

“You didn't have to do this.” You said taking the flowers from him to admire them.

“I know I didn’t but I wanted to.” Logan replied, handing over the shopping bag “I also brought you some of your favorite food and drinks, and also grabbed an ice cream for myself.”

He had grabbed enough to feed both of you, he figured that after what you’ve been through, you didn’t deserve to eat alone.

“I figured a fun night would help, maybe watching a funny movie.” He said smiling, waiting for you to step aside so he could come in.

“The tulips were specially for you.” He laughed “I mean I don’t know who else these are for.” He chuckled again, “Besides I figured, I could just use them as an excuse to see you.” His smirk grew to a grin “Plus I figured you probably need some cheering up, I know I’ve been a while so no hard feelings if you tell me to leave.”

“No, of course not.” You replied, your face growing a warm smile at how thoughtful your best friend was.

“You’re truly something,” you said hugging him tightly

“I’ll grab some plates and stuff.” Logan replied, breaking the hug as he took it as a sign to start getting everything ready. “You just go ahead and sit down.”

He gave you a gentle push toward the table, you did as asked and then sat down.

Logan went over to the kitchen area, placing the plates and napkins on the table as he started setting up all the food. It looked quite extravagant, especially for just the two of you.

Once everything was done, he poured two glasses of the wine he had bought, before he sat down opposite you.

“To friends.” He looked at you as he brought the glass up to his lips and took a sip. “To better days.”

The two of you had a wonderful night, a night that was full of laughter and banter. It had even helped lift the depressing mood you’d been in. A smile had been permanent on your face ever since the moment Logan walked through the door, with his thoughtful gifts. He truly was a good friend.

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lokideservesahug · 16 days

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Masterlist

Multiple Drivers

•F1 Fantasy Au

Coming soon...

Logan Sargeant²

•For How Long!?! - Series

You and Logan have been together for years... Not that anyone knows that of course! But what happens after your sudden promotion to F1?

Charles Leclerc¹⁶

•He Set Her off - One Shot

You have to react when you find your boyfriend in bed with another woman... No one can blame you if your reaction is less than legal though!

•Always that good? - One Shot

You've been best friends with Arthur for over a year now... so why does his brother look so good?

Carlos Sainz⁵⁵

•He Set Her off - One Shot

You have to react when you find your boyfriend in bed with another woman... No one can blame you if your reaction is less than legal though!

Lando Norris⁴

•Chasing - Trilogy

Standing in for Checo after he falls ill, you have everyone's eyes on you; especially a certain orange dressed Brit's...

Lewis Hamilton⁴⁴

•Perfect pair - One Shot

When your greatest fan and a fan of a race car driver to almost force you to go on a date with said F1 driver, you find that man on a dating app. It can't hurt that talk to him; especially when he's so gorgeous.

Sergio 'Checo' Pérez¹¹

•The Wrong One...- One Shot

Y/N Y/L/N visits the red bull garage and everyone thinks she's with a Red Bull driver... except they all guess the wrong one.

•Thirsty- One Shot

Summary: After a certain tweet subtly dissing Charles and Oscar, more people come to appreciate Sergio Pérez and especially his neck.

• Against All Odds- One Shot

What happens after a driver crashes? They retire right? Well a certain Mexican driver may have a different agenda to the average pilot...

Mark Webber

•Acceptable "Infidelity"- One Shot

The 2024 Australian GP, the day of an incredible race, insane results and Mark Webber cheating on his wife?

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astr0exe · 9 days

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uhhh so ur half asleep n sat on landos lap whilst he is gaming with max messily n sleepily leaving soft kissing on his face as your eyes grow heavy n yeah

sweetness whilst i force myself to stay awake

#gender neutral insert #gender neutral y/n #gender neutral reader #lots of fluff #fluff #formula 1 x reader #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x y/n #f1 x gn!reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 x y/n #formula 1 x gn!reader #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x gn!reader

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elihashadenough · 3 months

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Pairing: max verstappen x male reader (could be read by masc presenting people)

Summary: sometimes things go right in the moment but will they always be right? can they survive through the hardships of love? can their love hold the test of a treacherous path of love?

a/n: here you all go, chapter 2 is now in your hands, and again none of the music used is mine all the credits go to the singers and the writers and i know this chapter is shorter but chapter 3 is coming . I hope you all enjoy it as much as i did writing it :)

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ynln-official: got ready, waited for the flight, and found sid

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user60: is sid supposed to be…max

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user28: I think so

user18: not y/n calling max sid

maxverstappen1: I’m going to let go off the sid thing

ynln-official: it was funny, you laughed when you read it

maxverstappen1: I didn’t

ynln-official: you did, now don’t start pretending you didn’t

user62: I’m already loving this and the season haven’t even started

user48: literally same!!! I just know maxy/n fans are going to have their hands filled with the content.

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ynln-official: we are not going to talk about the barbell

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landonorris: what happened with the barbell

ynln-official: we don’t talk about it

landonorris: did it accidentally fell

maxverstappen1: yeah, it was hilarious

user82: I didn’t know y/n could play the guitar?

user34: babes he writes music aswell

user82: does he put it out on platforms? I’m shocked I didn’t know this

user34: I don’t think so, I haven’t seen him ever talk about it.

i hope you all enjoyed this, it took alot of effort and i'm very excited to post this. I hope you all have a wonderful day/night ❤️

tagging: @leosxrealm, @miloformula123fan

#eli writes #x male reader #f1 x male reader #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #f1 social media au #f1 smau #f1 instagram au #x ftm reader #max verstappen x ftm reader #max verstappen x male reader #max verstappen #f1 x gn!reader #f1 x ftm reader #treacherous fic

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aviscarrentals · 15 days

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which horror fic should i start first

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 x oc #f1 x y/n #f1 x female reader #f1 x plus size reader #f1 x gn!reader

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pupkashi · 1 month

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rookie f1 racer satoru gojo decides the best way to kick off race weekend is going to a coffee shop

a/n: hi friends ! here is the first one shot for my f1 racer!gojo au :3 i am so beyond excited to start these, they won’t be a cohesive series & can be read alone! i will make an au masterlist though :] please enjoy and let me know what yall think !! if there’s any ideas or requests yall have for this series send them in !! reblogs very appreciated <3 ok that is all bye bye ! <3 also both gojo and reader are early 20s since i have him in his rookie season

word count - 3,444

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LIGHTS OUT & AWAY WE GO !

there’s not many people out during usual work hours, kids are in school, adults are at work, and the world is a little quieter. it’s something satoru had grown to love. between all the cameras reporters, he just wanted some peace, and no one knew peace quite like coffee shops.

satoru sauntered into the building, it was unassuming enough, a few people scattered throughout the establishment, all too engrossed in their own work to look up. he doubted he’d get recognized by anyone in here.

he orders and gets his drink and pastry fairly quickly, sitting by the window and watching the world pass by him. life seemed to move in slow motion, the leisurely paces of someone walking their dog making him relax a bit.

“hey! is it cool if i use this outlet?” the voice makes him jump a bit, turning around to face whoever it was speaking.

you smile softly at him, hoping he would be kind enough to just let you charge your laptop. you figured he’d be attractive, his hair’s an eye catching bright white color, contrasting to the black shirt and sunglasses he had on. you caught a glimpse of his blue eyes as he looks at you, nodding before clearing his throat.

“yeah go ahead,” he returns the smile, motioning for you to plug in your charger.

“I’ll just leave it here to charge, i don’t wanna bother” you state, quickly plugging in your laptop before moving to walk away.

“you can sit if you wanna, it’s no problem” he rushes out quickly, hoping it was enough to make you stay. his breath caught in his throat as you turned to look at him.

“are you sure?” he nods quickly, “yeah no worries! I’m not doing much of anything right now,” he grins, regaining his composure and taking a sip of his drink.

it’s quiet between the two of you before you speak up, “you like Mercedes?” satoru feels his blood go cold, looking at you with a confused expression. you gesture to his shirt, “you’ve got their merch on” you laugh.

“oh! yeah they’re pretty cool,” he nods, watching as you smile and nod, focusing on your screen again.

“i didn’t know they had merch like that,” you admit, “maybe it’s just ‘cause im not super into cars.” satoru feels relief wash over him, his shoulders subtly relaxing before he’s looking at you again.

“it’s their f1 team merch” he says, “i work for them, actually.” his hearts beating a bit faster as you make eye contact with him, looking up from your laptop.

“oh? that’s so cool! you’re a mechanic or-?” your head cocks a bit to the side, smiling when the man across from you breaks into a wide grin.

satoru debates going along with your idea, but he can’t bring himself to lie to you, not when you’re eyes are shining at him.

“i actually race for them, im a driver” he corrects you gently, your eyes widen a bit and you cover your mouth as it opens.

“oh my god I’m so sorry! i don’t know a thing about formula one” you laugh nervously, “i knew there was something going on with all the extra fuss in the city but i had no idea what.”

he smiles at you and waves off your apology, “don’t worry! it was nice having someone to talk to that’s not yelling at me to sign something” he cringes a bit at the way the words rolled off his tongue, but you still smile at him, going back to working on whatever was it was you were doing on your laptop.

“one of my friends is actually getting into f1 i think, is there someone named,” you trail off as you think of the other mans name, “i think it’s Charlie? charles? one of those two” you laugh nervously, satoru’s ears perk up at the name.

“charles leclerc?” He asks, your eyes light up, “yeah that one! he’s a racer right?” satoru nods at you.

“yeah he races for ferrari,” you nod along to his words, realizing you hadn’t caught his name yet.

“what was your name, just so i know who to root for when people ask my favorite driver” you grin, a twinkle in your eye that makes his stomach flip.

“I’m satoru, satoru gojo” he reaches his hand across the table for you to shake, you can’t stop the soft chuckle that leaves your lips as your hands connect, a firm shake against his much larger, warmer and calloused hands.

a comfortable silence falls between the two of you as satoru finishes his drink off and you continue to focus on your laptop. satoru can’t help but continue to look your way, thinking you were absolutely breathtaking.

you on the other hand, had your heart beating against your rib cage as you pulled up your messaging app on your laptop and quickly texted your best friend.

I HAD TO PLUG IN MY CHARGER BUT THE ONLY OUTLET WAS NEXT TO THIS SUPER HOT GUY AND I ENDED UP SITTING IN THE BOOTH W HIM AND WERE TALKING AND HES AN F1 DRIVER ???? DID I MENTION HES HOT AS FUCK??

you wait a couple minutes, your friend has yet to reply as your leg bounced under the table.

“what are you working on? if i may ask” the question makes you immediately close your messages and go back to your google document, looking blankly at the paper in front of you.

“it’s some busy work for a class im in, required by the university” you shrug, “was getting through it pretty quickly until my laptop died on me” the snowy haired man smiled at you, laughing softly as he pulls his phone out.

satoru scrolls aimlessly on his socials, nothing seemed as interesting as you did, sitting practically across from him engrossed in your work. the two of you made easy conversation for the next hour or so, not realizing how much time had passed since youd sat down.

you’d tried to get up and leave after you turned in your assignment and laptop was charged, giving him privacy you imagined he yearned for. but satoru was quick to tell you to stay, “you don’t have to go! it’s nice talking to you” he says, “like a breath of fresh air.”

and so you sit back down, the two of you falling into place as if you were old friends, people who’d known each other in years past and were catching up. you didn’t ask about his job or his career, asking about him and what his favorite color was, his favorite season and if he actually liked his coffee as sweet as it has smelled.

you kept reminding yourself this was gonna be a one off thing, he’d leave and you’d part ways, never talking again as you inevitably turned on an f1 race, seeing the pretty man on your tv screen and imagining what could’ve been if you were a bit braver.

it had been nearly three hours since you’d sat at his booth when his phone starts buzzing, quickly answering the call from his manager. his small smile turns to a faint pout as they tell him to head to the paddock for free practice in a couple hours, sighing and telling them he’d be on his way shortly.

you feel disappointed as you hear the words, not wanting the bubble you were in to burst, wanting to stay seated across from the attractive man for as long as you could.

“I’m gonna head out, have to go work” he jokes, his smile widens when you laugh, “i hope you pass your exam thursday,” he’s doing everything in his power to linger around, trying to figure out a way to spend more time with you.

you laugh softly and nod your head, “it’s open note so hopefully it’s not too bad, but good luck at your race! I’m sure you’ll do great.”

satoru’s bright blue eyes light up at your words, you could almost see the lightbulb forming atop his head, making you furrow your brows slightly in confusion.

“why don’t you come? to the race this weekend? are you busy?” the words tumble out his mouth in an unorganized jumble of excitement, he’s beaming at you with his bangs in his eyes, sunglasses barely balancing on the tip of his nose.

“oh i couldn’t, those tickets must be so expensive and i don’t wanna bother-” satoru is cutting you off with furrowed brows and a bewildered expression his face.

“you think I’d make you pay? don’t be silly,” he grins, “I’ll get you some good seats and maybe we can meet up after the race?” he can hear his heart beating in his ears. was he being insane? a little bit. did he care? not at all.

you bite your lip for a second, it’s not like you had an insane amount of work, plus the most attractive man you’d ever laid eyes on was asking you out to some crazy sporting event you’d only heard of in passing.

“okay yeah, i think i could squeeze it in my schedule” you grin, watching as the man across from you smile at you. he’s quick to ask for your information, immediately sending it off to whoever it was needed it and was informing you of all you needed to know.

“I told them to give you an extra ticket so you can bring a friend so you’re not too lonely waiting for me” the words make your face and ears heat up, trying to remain composed in front of him.

“well i guess I’ll see you sunday then?” the words make your stomach flip, wondering how he’d look like with his gear on.

“see you sunday” he smiles at you, waving goodbye as his phone buzzes for a second time, hurrying out of the coffee shop with his whole body buzzing from excitement.

you don’t fully process the entire interaction until you’re sitting in your apartment, phone lighting up from a new email.

Mercedes F1 team PR

Good afternoon! We are elated to send you two tickets to invite you to this weekends Grand Prix race! Below you will find all the information…

you open it quickly, reading the entire thing twice before you’re rolling onto your back and giggling uncontrollably, giddy beyond belief to see satoru again. your fingers itch to look him up, deciding against it and locking your phone as you try to continue on with your day.

sunday arrives quicker than you thought it would, your friend following you into the circuit as you try to figure out where to go next, looking around helplessly as you look down at your phone and at the map provided.

“are we supposed to go down there?” your friend points, both of you staring at each other blankly. the two of you wait for a second before looking around once more, taking a leap of faith and walking with confidence where you think you had to be.

your friend is much braver than you are, flagging down someone in a staff shirt and showing them the ticket, they’re quick to lead the two of you in the opposite direction, making you and your friend hold back laughter until you’re finally seated.

satoru was anxiously looking around, he wasn’t exactly sure where they had seated you, but he’d requested you be close to the garage, wanting to say hello before the race.

“you’re a lot more antsy than usual” the deep voice makes him look away from his phone. nanami kento, right hand man to Toto Wolff and next in line to take over the team principal position.

“I’ve got an important guest I’ve gotta impress” satoru replies quickly, putting his phone away and walking towards kento, “I’m gonna rack in some points today” he winks, making the blonde roll his eyes.

soon enough satoru is seated in the car and on the grid, mind completely focused on the race ahead, taking deep breaths as the red lights appear.

you couldn’t help but watch some race clips last night, figuring you should know some basics and not show up completely clueless. the videos, however, didn’t prepare you for how fast the cars truly were, engines sending vibrations to your chest and stands shaking as they raced by.

“and gojo overtakes hamilton! the rookie had a terrible qualifying yesterday, but seems as though he’s back in the game today” the announcers words blare through the speakers, chest blooming with pride as they talked up satoru.

you’re focused on the primarily black car, watching as he zooms past the stands at unbelievable speeds. your heart racing as he passes other drivers, cheering when he successfully overtook them.

satoru continues to climb up the ranks, cinching a position on podium; second place, sandwiched between verstappen and leclerc. he’s hopping out of the car and celebrating with his team, squeezing kento a bit tighter than the rest. his blue eyes are focused on the crowd as he waits his turn for the post race interview, trying to catch sight of you, mind racing as he wonders if you even came.

he smiles at charles as he passes him, walking up to the interviewer and answering the questions with generic answers ‘I’m beyond excited for the rest of the season’ and ‘I’m looking forward to the day i win my first Grand Prix’ along with thanking his support system and team before kindly thanking the interviewer and heading to the winners room before the podium ceremony.

satoru’s messy hair is covered by the Mercedes hat, taking it off and ruffling it a bit, sighing when he scans the crowd one last time and doesn’t make you out, turning around and closing the door behind him.

you only make it to the floor area moments after charles walks out, slightly out of breath as they call out satoru’s name.

the snowy haired racer is waving to the crowd, a semblance of a smile on his face as he stands on the podium, eyes still searching the crowd in one last feeble attempt to spot you.

satoru feels his heart skip a beat and face turn even redder as he locks eyes with you, a much more genuine smile on his face when he gives you a little wave.

you’re heart races as you make eye contact with the driver, adoring the way his cheeks flushed and skin looked honey like under the rays of the sunset. you smile and clap as he raises the trophy, pointing directly at the trophy then at you.

this one’s for you

maybe you’re a hopeless romantic, or maybe he’s just too hot and charming to not fall for, but you feel your heart giving in and walls crumbling as he shakes the large champagne bottle, dousing the other two until all three of them were dripping with champagne.

satoru finds you in the garage after 20 minutes, thanking his manager a hundred times over before walking up to you. his race suit only on from the waist down, black fireproof sticking to his body perfectly and snowy white hair tousled and wet from a mixture of champagne and sweat.

“you came” he says, making you nod and smile at him sweetly.

“why wouldn’t i? my favorite driver invited me” you reply.

satoru rolls his eyes and snickers, “im the only driver you know,” he watched you grin up at him sheepishly, “still you’re my favorite!”

“you did really good out there by the way” the words make him smile wider, biting his lip softly.

“yeah?” he asks, you nod your head, far too nervous to trust your voice as he looks at you, head too scrambled to figure out the emotion painted on his face as he looks at you. “good enough that you’d consider going on a date with me?”

it seems like it’s just the two of you in the busy garage as you smile up at him, tilting your head as you nod, “yeah I’d consider it.”

you think he looks almost angelic under the fluorescent lights in the garage, his white hair looks like a halo as you look up at him, pretty blue eyes a stark contrast against his fair skin and black uniform.

satoru thinks you look unbelievable, hair falling perfectly and voice sweet as honey as you talk to him, a saccharine smile on your lips just for him, the thought makes his knees buckle and brain stutter. he doesn’t care how whipped he looks as he takes you in, relishing in the moment before he speaks up.

“I’ll be off the clock next time,” he jokes, loving the way your giggles sounded. it feels like a relief off his shoulders, grinning widely as the two of you continued to talk.

“I’ve gotta get out of this uniform, but I’ll text you?” he looks down, biting his bottom lip as he fights a smile before looking back up at you, hoping you’d get the hint and give him your number.

you smile at him and tilt your head, “is that your way of asking for my number?” satoru blushes, smiling at you shyly and nodding his head, you can’t help but giggle as you grab a piece of paper and pen from the table besides you, scribbling your number and a smiley face. “here, don’t lose it.”

satoru grins, “i don’t lose.”

the sky is dark by the time you exit the garage, biting your lip and fighting back a smile as you meet up with your friend, finally heading home for the night. gushing about the interaction, reliving every moment and squealing at the memories.

when was the last time you’d felt this way? when was the last time you’d let your guard down so quickly for someone?

it was strange. the way your heart leapt when you saw him, the way your face flushed when he spoke to you and the way you felt so comfortable with him.

“maybe he’s your soulmate” you friend wiggled their brows at you, teasing you as you roll your eyes.

“or he’s putting up a front and he’s like every other guy” you shoot back, biting your lip. he felt, different. genuine.

“you don’t have to be so pessimistic! you never know he could be the man you spend your life with” they shrug their shoulders, smiling when you fall silent and hum.

you’re showered and in bed when your phone vibrates, a new text message from an unknown number.

satoru had spent an hour drafting the text, deleting it and typing it out again, removing and adding emojis until he forgot what he was even trying to say, starting over and groaning. when was the last time he was this nervous to text someone?

he can’t recall ever wanting to spend more time with someone the way he does with you. the though of love at first sight crosses his mind, making his face burn and dimples pop as he smiles.

hi it’s satoru ! thanks for coming to the race tonight , i hope i can see you again :)

his heart pounds against his chest as the three little dots appear on his screen, holding his breath when they disappear and reappear time and time again.

you continued to delete your text, trying to figure out how to word your text before finally biting the bullet and pressing send, heart racing as it says delivered, then read within the minute.

thanks for inviting me ! it was a lot of fun,, I’d love to see you again also :3

satoru squealed at the text, biting his lip before replying back, giggling at your every text and replying as fast as he could. the two of you texting back and forth until your eyes were too heavy to keep open, wishing him a goodnight. satoru was already pinching himself to stay awake, somewhat thankful you were also tired as he wished you goodnight, setting his phone down and falling asleep moment later, the faintest of smiles painted on his lips.

you grinned as you locked your phone, setting it down and biting your lip before squealing into your pillow. he wanted to see you again. you didn’t fight off the smile on your lips as your eyes fluttered shut, slowly falling asleep, then all at once, dreams filled with blue eyes and white hair and expensive, fast cars.

there’s no better place to find a lover than at a coffee shop on race weekend.

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charlesf1leclerc · 5 months

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Warnings: Mentions of breastfeeding

summary: Christmas tree decorating with the Leclerc family

“ ok hot coco for everyone” you said as you walked into the living room where your three kids were sat around Charles as he put the tree together and put the lights on so you could start decorating.

“ Yay! “ Sicily yelled coming up to where you put the drinks down on the table.

“ careful it’s hot baby “ you said patting the top of her head before walking over to the play mat where 8 month old Remy lay on the ground, picking him up.

“ and you mister get mummy’s milk”

He looked up and gurgled up at you as you walked to sit on the couch and starting to breastfeed the boy.

You had a family tradition to always set the Christmas tree up in the first of December, you would decorate the tree together after Charles set it up and you would always have hot coco and put elf on in the background a Christmas classic.

“ papa I want to help” Sicily whined at Charles who was currently trying to get all the lights to cover every inch of the tree.

Setting the tree up and the lights was always to much stress for you and Charles had perfected it so it now became his job.

“ yes Cherie why don’t you get the tinsel from the box over there” he spoke not looking away from the tree.

The 4 year old ran over to the box picking out the tinsel then running back happily to hand it to her papa.

“ thank you baby” he leant down and kissed her head

“ once I do this we can decorate!” He exclaimed

“ yay! “ Sicily exclaimed. That’s one thing you liked about her she was always excited for anything

“ all done buddy” you soke as you felt Remy unlatch and began to burp him.

“ Indy why don’t you help your sister lay all the ornament out on the table so we are ready to start” you asked the 8 year old who sat on the couch next to you.

“ ok” she spoke getting up and they both started to unpack the ornaments

You had a lot of basic but elegant ornaments for the tree but you also liked to put on some family ornaments like ones the kids made , ornaments of their names and little foot prints or little ballarenia ornaments you liked the tree to feel homely and full of love rather than aestheticly pleasing.

You got up placing remy back down on his mat infront of the Tv and walked over to your husband.

“ looking good hunny” you said placing your hand behind his back

“ I know I’m just so talented “

“ hmm sure” you laughed

“ my own wife has turned against me , cm’on Cherie you can’t tell me this isn’t amazing” he leant down to turn the lights on and the whole tree lit up

“ this one mum” dusky shoved one of the baubles. You bent down to her level

“ ok put it on the tree baby” you whispered and pushed her forward gently as she placed it on one of the lower branches.

Charles walked over to wear Indy stood running his hand down her ponytail

“ wanna but one on Inds? “ he asked

“ ok “ she picked up one of the ballerina ornaments and put it on the tree

“ And we can’t forget you little man, you wanna help mummy put the ornaments on the tree “ you whispered picking your baby boy up. Of course you put the ornament on the tree and he just watched but it was still very exciting for him.

“ that’s my big boy” Charles bent down to pinch his chubby cheeks and then take him from your arms so you could help the girls decorate the rest of the tree.

“ no that’s ugly it dosent go there” ah the joy of sisters Indy was very unimpressed with Sicily’s decorating skills at the moment. Of course with little kids not everything can be peaceful all the time there will always be some bumps along the way.

But it’s ok because eventually the tree for decorated and it looked beautiful in its own special way. Just you, your little family and the perfect Christmas

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lightsoutnaway · 2 months

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Like No One’s Watching

PAIRING: Lando Norris x gn!reader (no pronouns)

SUMMARY: Lando catches you dancing when he gets home.

WARNINGS: none

WORD COUNT: 777

Lando smiled when he opened the door to his apartment. Taylor Swift was playing through the halls. Lando put his things down quietly and then started tiptoeing towards the living room where he found you dancing and singing along to the music loudly. He leaned against the doorframe and smiled as he watched you, mesmerized by how comfortable you had become in his house. You looked silly as you jumped and kicked and let yourself be totally free. Lando loved it. It had taken a while to convince you to move in with him. His world was so different from yours. You had certainly been nervous about leaving the tiny and somewhat dingy apartments you’d lived in your whole life. Watching you dance to music like no one would see you made Lando feel so happy. This was your home. When he watched you he knew you felt it the same way he did.

“Hey, baby,” Lando called after he’d relished in the sight of you. You spun around to see him. Your cheeks heated but you quickly bounced across the room towards Lando. You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss. He was grinning when you pulled away. You didn’t go far though, taking his hands and making him dance with you. The high energy song ended and “Lover” came on. Your song. Lando chuckled lightly at the coincidence.

He moved one hand around you, letting it fall on the small of your back and the other cupped yours. He started swaying the two of you back and forth around your living room. You leaned your head against his shoulder as you danced.

“How was your day?” You asked softly. Lando smiled.

“Not bad. Better now,” he told you.

“How’s the car?” You asked.

“A little better. I’m getting hopeful,” he said. You hummed happily.

“Good, baby,” you smiled. “You deserve a good car. You can win.” Lando smiled. He kissed the crown of your head.

“Thanks, kitten.” Lando released your waist and spun you out of his arms, dipping you when he pulled you back in. His arms slid back around you and he kept swaying the two of you back and forth. He bumped his nose against yours. “What did you do today?” He asked.

“I got off work early and went grocery shopping. I’m making your favorite,” you said. Lando smiled. He leaned down to kiss you before you could keep going. His lips were warm against yours. He pulled away after a lingering moment but couldn’t help but lean back in for a few more sweet pecks.

“Go on. Didn’t mean to interrupt you,” Lando said. You were completely flustered and let out a giggle like a schoolgirl. Lando grinned at the sound. When your laugh subsided and you met Lando’s gaze again his eyes were soaked with adoration. You smiled back.

“I picked up dessert at the place down the street and I thought we could watch this new show Lily told me about,” you said. Lando nodded.

“That sounds great, love,” he agreed. He gave you another kiss as the song ended. You let go of him, but Lando pulled you into a hug. He hummed in satisfaction at the feeling of you in his arms. There was nothing that was more satisfying and comforting to him than having you in his arms. His job kept him from you more often than he wanted. When he got moments like this with you he treasured them.

“Can you come to Australia with me?” He asked. “I know it’s a long way, but I need you.” You smiled. He’d had a tougher time in Jeddah without you there. He usually managed to hold it together without you, but Jeddah had been hard. It wasn’t his favorite track and without you there he was on edge the whole week.

“I’ll come,” you promised. “I want to meet Oscar’s family anyway.” Lando smiled.

“You think we can get his sisters to tell us embarrassing stories?” Lando asked.

“That’s what I mean when I say I want to meet his family,” you said. Lando smiled.

“You were quite good at that the first time you met my sisters,” he commented.

“Well, I had to have something to blackmail you with when you’re teasing me,” you said.

“You still don’t know what Max and I did in London when we were 17,” Lando said, reminding you of the story that you knew existed but had never heard. According to Max and Lando you never would. You smirked at Lando.

“I’ll get Max drunk enough to tell me one of these days.”

#lando norris x gn! reader #lando norris x reader fluff #lando norris fluff #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris fanfic #f1 x reader

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safetycar-restart · 6 months

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KINKTOBER DAY 20: BODY WORSHIP [CHARLES LECLERC X READER]

NOTE: This is an NSFW fic with sub!Charles and dom!reader. If you are under 18 or uninterested, scroll past. Alternatively, if you like what you see here then consider checking out my blog :))

This work forms part of a kinktober series where I discuss a different kinky concept with a different motorsports athlete every day. We also discuss the concepts in more detail on my blog so if you have any thoughts, feel free to stop by!

(I just think we could all use some soft sub!Charles getting worshiped in our lives, so I'm going to make that happen)

Charles just adores being played with and loved on, loves when you touch him and massage him and kiss him, just loves to know his dom is happy with him and playing with him. And it's one of the best things to do whenever you need to get his mind off things. The moment you start touching him, he just melts, becoming putty in your hands and letting you have your way with him.

So, when he comes home from his workout all pouty and sad, you know what needs to be done. You tell him to shower quickly and then lay naked on the bed. He obeys of course, because he's a good boy! He always listens!

You comes out of the bathroom completely naked, not even bothering with a towel for the trip. He has nothing to hide from you, nothing at all.

You let him lay down on his back, but not before giving him some soft kisses. He needs his kisses! You must always give him his kisses! He will be a pouty little things if he doesn't get his soft kisses.

So once you've kissed him breathless, you lay him down on his back.

He parts his thighs automatically, and you praise him for it. He's just so easy for you? He's not even hard yet, but he'll never ever hide from you.

"So pretty," you tell him, gently running your hand up and down his chest. He giggles when you touch his sides, always a ticklish little thing.

He relaxes back against the pillow and closes his eyes when you move to straddle his thighs. He knows what will happen now, and he knows all he needs to do is lay back and enjoy it.

You just touch and stroke his chest, running your hand up and down with various pressure. You keep your movements slow and predictable, so that Charles can just relax. He lets out little whines whenever your hands graze his nipples, but other than he's completely relaxes.

Slowly but surely, you start to move your hands lower and lower, beginning to graze his cock every now and then. He starts to harden as your hands move, but he stays completely relaxed.

You carry on until he's completely hard, but even still he doesn't try to move his hips to get more friction. He's a good boy, and good boys let their doms play with them.

"Want some more?" you ask him, smiling sweetly when he nods comically quickly, opening his eyes and looking up at you.

You get off him then, ignoring his annoyed whines and fetching the lube. You debate what position to go for, wondering the best way to give him a soft hand job, but before you can decide he pipes up.

"Can you stay close?" he asks, voice soft like he's scared you might actually deny him.

You just have to lean down to press a kiss to his lips, "Of course, darling," you tell him, "come sit between my legs, yeah?"

You sit up against the bed, and he moves as quick as he can. This is perfect, he can lean back against your chest, get praised whispered directly into his ear while you play with his cock.

"Good boy," you whisper in his ear, kissing his neck when you feel how he shivers at the praise.

He hisses when you pour the cold lube on his cock, but you quickly start stroking him so he calms down.

And he's just the sweetest little sub? He wriggles round in your lap, moaning and whining as you play with him. He keeps his legs wide open though.

And when he cums, he cries out directly in your ear, tensing as he spills over your hand.

As he comes down from his high, he curls up in your arms, mumbling his thanks and resting against you, allowing himself to dose off because he knows you'll take care of him.

#kinktober tag #sub!charles #cl #gn!reader #Charles Leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc smut #f1 x you #f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 smut

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k0juki · 2 months

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Bodyguard!Kimi Räikkönen x fem!reader

But gn!reader is alright too!

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mean people, maybe mean and overprotective Kimi but everything is fluff

Fem!Reader who may look mean and spoiled brat to people, but Bodyguard!Kimi knows better, he's the only one who knows how kind and beautiful human being you are.

"It's alright Lumihiutale, you don't have to care about what they think, you should only care about yourself, that's what matters, nothing else."

Bodyguard!Kimi who isn't big fan of PDA in front of people, but when you guys are alone together, he's all over you-not letting you go anywhere. "Kimi, I need to go to toilet..." you whined and tried to wiggle from his grip. "Okay, what about it..?" His hold on you only getting stronger, holding you against his chest and not wanting to let go, refusing, but afterwards letting you.

Fem!Reader who say's giggling "you're blushing" and Bodyguard!Kimi who say's "What? No I'm not..." his neck, ears and face is red as tomato, he's obviously lying. Refusing to let you be right.

Bodyguard!Kimi who can't stop teasing you when you are tipsy/drunk.

"Stop it, you're being mean" you turned to look at him, hair falling on left side of your face, trying not to laugh, but failing miserably in the process. "I'm not doing anything love, you're just drunk". He would whisper, lifting his hand to tuck piece of your hair behind your ear "let's just go home, yeah? I think you had enough alcohol for today. "

Bodyguard!Kimi who is mean to everyone but you. (cliché i know) He just look at them and gives them his famous ice cold stare. His nickname Ice Man would be accurate.

When you are in crowded place, he's always and I mean always right behind or beside you no matter what. His hand, firmly but gently guiding you thru and not letting go. And lord forgive anyone who accidentally or not bump into you...you literally have to hold Kimi back before he bump into someone back...and it won't be an accident.

Bodyguard!Kimi who's holding eye contact with you no matter what. The look is so intense that you've to look away, bitting lip and stop thinking about what's going to happen later that night.🤭

Live, laugh, love Kimi🩵

Lumihiutale = snow flake (Google translate) sorry

Gonna write NSFW headcanons next🙏

English is not my first language so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors!

Pictures are not mine! Credit goes to owners!

DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK!

#kimi raikkonen x reader #kimi raikkonen #x reader #x female!reader #f1 x reader #f1 #bodyguard!kimi #bodyguard!kimi räikkönen #x gn!reader #k0juki's stuff 🩷#max verstappen #max verstappen x reader #imagine #imagines #lando norris #lando norris x reader #charles leclerc #sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel x reader

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unformula1 · 2 months

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perfect little moment (LN4 x Reader)

perfect little moment (LN4 x Reader) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Yea, duh, this luggage is my baby.” You said, still hugging tightly onto it. “Am I not your baby too?” Lando says, exasperated. “No.” You sass him back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ pairing: lando norris x reader w/c: 701 a/n: the poll isn’t over but Lando deserves one more to his name. Short little fic. Have fun!!!!!!!! also this is absolutely not proofread. masterlist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ taglist: no one yet lol. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You open the door to your room and run directly into the bed, jumping up and landing on the bed with a little bounce. You lay there motionless, soaking in all the comfort of the fluffy bed.

“You gonna stay there and become one with the bed,” Lando scoffs, leaning in the doorframe, “Or you gonna come and help me carry your shit in.”

You lift your head from the bed and turn around to face Lando, “It’s a luggage, you just gotta push it in.”

Lando does so and the luggage comes rolling in, it comes to a slow halt and falls to its side. A loud bang follows.

“HEY!” You shout, hopping off the bed and running to your luggage, giving it a hug.

Lando stares at you in utter disbelief, “You are kidding me.”

You hug your luggage like it’s a baby and shoot Lando a glare.

“You love that luggage more than you love me!” Lando rolls his eyes and closes the door behind him as he walks in.

“Yea, duh, this luggage is my baby.” You say, still hugging tightly onto it.

“Am I not your baby too?” Lando says, exasperated.

“No.” You sass him back.

“Fine.” Lando says, “I’ll cancel the fancy dinner!”

“HEY! NO!” You protest, lunging yourself at him.

He dodges you and starts hastily pressing things on his phone screen.

“HEY! I yield. I yield. You’re my baby.” You say, raising your hands up, surrendering.

Lando flashes you a cheeky smile and keeps his phone.

You roll your eyes and crawl over to him, planting a kiss on his cheek. His entire face flushes red and he hurries to cover it, hiding it away from you.

You let out a mischievous sounding chuckle before going closer and kissing him again.

He hides his face even more which makes you want to kiss his face even more.

“You don’t have to hide it!!” You whine, “I’ve seen it enough times!”

Lando shakes his head, refusing to show you his face, keeping it buried deep into his hands. He slowly turns away from you, his back now facing you as he

A soft chuckle escapes as you wrap your arms from behind Lando which causes a little squirm from him as his muscles tense up. After a few seconds, Lando processes it and his body relaxes as it falls into yours.

He makes himself comfortable within your arms and melts in there under the warmth of your hands.

Your hands gently stroke through his curls and it makes him chuckle, finally revealing his face and looking up at you. It’s bright pink, like a barbie level of pink. Hot HOT pink.

“You look good.” You comment, throwing him a wink.

“Shut up.” He mumbles before sitting up and pushing his face to be closer to yours.

You’re inches apart. The only logical thing to do right now would be to kiss him.

So you do.

You kiss him on the lips and he kisses you back. It lasts a few seconds, a few bloody good seconds.

You two part and he’s almost out of breath which makes him catch his breath as much as he can. He stares into your eyes.

His eyes look gorgeous. His eyelashes are beautiful too. You don’t think you’ll ever shut up about how good his eyes look, especially when they’re gazing into yours, especially when he looks lost in his own thoughts.

“I’m saying we cancel the dinner tonight.” You suggest as Lando lays his head in your lap.

Lando lets out a lazy sounding mmkay before snuggling tighter into your lap.

“Stay in tonight, order takeout, watch a movie.” You continue.

Lando gives you a nod back as he takes his phone and hands it to you to order.

“You’re such a baby.” You chuckle.

“Your baby.”

“Mhm…my baby.”

Everything about Lando should be imperfect, he’s rash, impulsive, wild, chaotic, messy, immature, the list could go on forever. Nothing in the world ever made you think this relationship would be perfect, nothing is perfect. Everything on this Earth is imperfect but it's the perfect little moments like these that make you cherish whatever you have with Lando.

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loganshouseofworship · 8 days

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Daffodils the symbol of new beginnings and in this case a second chance — Pierre Gasly x Leclerc!reader

If Pierre was being honest with himself he hated himself. He hated the fact that he had hurt you, one of the most important people in his life. Pierre hated that he left you on his own alone pregnant with his daughter. Pierre was terrified he had gotten his best friend's baby sister pregnant and bolted when he found out. Even though Pierre wasn’t directly present throughout your pregnancy he still gets updates from your socials and Charles.

Charles he didn’t know who your baby daddy was and he wasn’t going to pressure you into telling him who he was. Charles had faith that one day you’ll come out and tell him all on your own deep down Charles knew who the father was. Charles was ecstatic about becoming an uncle; he couldn't wait to meet the little girl and spoil his niece.

Pierre has been watching your social for updates on you and the baby since your announcement. He’s still shocked that you haven’t said his name, and he’s still scared shitless that if he shows his face that there would be problems. He’s trying to get the balls to reach out and apologize. He wants to be there for you and his daughter.

The closer you get to your due date, the more Pierre gets nervous. He knows he has to reach out and tell you how sorry he is, but his anxiety is through the roof just thinking of reaching out. He doesn't know how you'll react. He doesn't want to cause any drama, but he knows he has to step up and be there for his daughter.

He takes a deep breath and picks up his phone to text you for the first time since you’re told him you were pregnant. His finger hovers over the message button, but he can’t seem to bring himself to press send and send the text

He finally takes a deep breath and presses send on the text. Once he sends it, his heart is pounding. He's waiting for you to respond and is hoping you'll reach out to him so you can both have an adult conversation about the situation.

He waits a few minutes, and when he doesn't hear back from you he starts to sweat. He checks his phone again and again, hoping to hear back from you. His mind starts to spiral and he wonders if he made the right choice and if you'll even want to talk to him at all.

His phone finally buzzes and he's startled by the notification. He sees that you have responded to his text. His heart starts beating faster as he opens the message and reads what you have to say.

He feels relieved when he sees your response and that you're open to talking to him, but he's still anxious about what will happen next. He replies back and you two start talking about what happened between the two of you and how to move forward now that you're having a baby together.

The conversation starts off rocky and tense but eventually becomes more open and honest. He’s finally able to open up about how he's been feeling and the guilt he's been carrying around. You’re able to express how hurt and overwhelmed you felt when he left.

Eventually you both come to a mutual understanding and agree to move forward with coparenting. Pierre realizes how much he missed having you in his life and how much he cares about you. He apologizes profusely for his behavior in the past and promises to be present going forward.

You agree to move forward as well, and the two of you decide that it would be best for your daughter if you can both be involved in her life. You both promise to work together to provide the best life possible for your child and to always keep her best interests at heart.

Pierre feels a mixture of relief and joy at the thought of being involved in his daughter's life. He's excited to meet her and to finally be a part of her life. He realizes that the past can't be changed, but he's committed to making things right and being the best father he can be.

You feel relieved as well that you and Pierre were able to have an open and honest conversation and that both of you are willing to work together for the sake of your child. Despite past hurt and disappointment, you're both committed to giving your daughter a happy and stable environment.

When the day came, Pierre was both nervous and excited. Originally he was going to meet you at your home. Pierre even went and got flowers. He didn’t want to get any flowers, he wanted something to symbolize second chances. So he went and did some research and found out that Daffodils represent second chances. It was perfect.

It was almost too perfect because you sent him a message saying that you were in labor and going to the hospital. Pierre read your message with growing panic. He couldn't believe it was happening so quickly. The last time he saw you, you weren't even showing yet. Everything was happening so quickly, and he felt completely unprepared for the monumental moment that was quickly approaching.

So with that Pierre hightailed it to the hospital he wasn’t going to leave you alone again or his daughter.

Pierre made the drive to the hospital as quickly as he could and practically ran into the building. When he got there he quickly checked in at reception and asked for your room number. He couldn't even take the time to buy a present or think about anything else. He just wanted to be there for you and his child.

Rushing into the room you were in he found you surrounded by a doctor and a couple nurses with your brother by your side.

Pierre stopped in his tracks as he entered the room. He saw you, surrounded by medical personnel, and his brother standing by your side. He couldn't believe that this was really happening. His head was spinning a million miles an hour, but he had to remain calm and in control.

“I’m here” Pierre said out of breath holding the daffodils that he got for you.

All heads turn to look at Pierre when he suddenly spoke up. Everyone stops what they're doing and turns to look at him as he enters the room with the daffodils. Pierre is out of breath but he manages to hold the flowers in his hands. He tries to remain calm as he says he's here holding up the daffodils, which he selected specifically for their meaning of second chances.

Charles is the first one to speak up. “Looks like someone’s here just in time," Charles says with a slight smile. Charles knows that Pierre is probably regretting not being there earlier in the pregnancy, but he’s happy that Pierre is here now and wants to try to be there for his sister and niece.

“You knew?” Pierre asked shocked

Charles nods. “Yeah, you really think I wouldn’t notice the mood swings and stuff?” Charles says jokingly. Charles knows that his best friend is the father of his baby sister’s child, but he respects his sister’s wish to keep things private for now. Charles also realizes how important it is for his baby sister that Pierre is here and that he cares enough to want to be involved despite the circumstances.

“Are you going to stand there or are you going to come over here and support her?” Charles asked

Pierre turns his attention to you as Charles speaks. He can’t help but smile faintly when he hears Charles calling him out. Pierre realizes that he’s been standing there like a deer in headlights, and he quickly moves over to your side, reaching out to take your hand. Pierre's nerves are still on edge, but he's doing his best to remain calm and supportive.

After a few hours of labor, you finally deliver a healthy baby daughter. The two of you have agreed on the name Daphnia, which Pierre also thinks is very appropriate, considering how daffodils symbolize second chances. Pierre is amazed by how beautiful and perfect his daughter is and can't help but be in awe of you as you brought this precious life into the world.

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lokideservesahug · 18 days

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Always that good?

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Warnings: Swearing some French but I didn't use translate so it's probably all wrong. One mention of 'the deed' but it's brief. Brief mentions of drinking/being tipsy. I'm sorry if you have a pizza/garlic bread allergy😔

Notes: Its white fast paced and I'm not as happy with this peice as I have been wit others but here we go... 1/4 SMAU 3/4 writing so sorry if that's not your thing. Also I don't think I wrote this with anything gender specific but pls tell me if it isn't gender neutral!

Summary: You've been best friends with Arthur for over a year now... so why does his brother look so good?

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For a man who supposedly strictly sticks to his diet, Charles was all to eager to get his hands on the greasy concoctions you brought with you. He also didn't seem to dislike spending the evening as just the two of you. Neither did you but part of that was because the garlic bread was to die for.

As the night progressed, the Monagasque brought some beers from the Arthur's fridge. Despite you chastising him for stealing from his brother, Charles said that his brother wouldn't care and the beers could always be replaced. So, the two of you began to drink some beer along with your dinner. At some point along the way, the television was turned on but you weren't paying attention to it at all. All you could focus on was Charles. The way his eyelashes fluttered to a close as he took another sip; the way his addams apple bobbed slightly at the same time.

If you could get away with it, you would would stare into his eyes forever. They were captivating. The same man you were admiring then begins to break the silence by starting up conversation.

"This is very nice pizza. Where is it from?" "The pizza parlour just down the road, they've only just stared allowing people to take meals to go though." You see him nod in understanding at your words.

Before you can find yourself staring at him any longer and risking making it wierd, you turn your attention towards the television. As the programme changes, you find yourself gasping. You can almost feel the man next to you giving you a curious look but as the title to your favourite television show comes on screen, he laughs in understanding.

This pulls your attention back to him and you ask "What?" He doesn't even miss a beat before he replies "Nothing. You're just endearing" he finishes the remark with a smile. You can feel your cheeks heat as you respond "Sorry. It's my favourite show" this pulls a laugh out of him. "No need to apologise chérie and like I said, it's sweet."

This causes you to look down. You turn and face the television but continue to speak to the man next to you. You occasionally turn to him whilst speaking. "It's been a very long time since I've seen this. Arthur pays for different channels to me and with everything these days, the rights shows are always swapping between people and channels."

You didn't catch Charles' smile drop but you did notice his slightly deflated sounding tone "I'm surprised you dont live with him then." This causes you to pause. I mean yeah Arthur's your best friend but that doesn't mean you should live together- especially not with your difference in music tastes. You'd probably strangle him for listening to the same, boring, simple songs for hours on end before you could even finish the first week of living together.

"Hm? Why would I do that" Your enquiry causes his brows to furrow and he asks "Oh. Are you not at that stage in your relationship yet." Relationship? What does he-? Oh no...Oh no... Oh no.

You simultaneously visibly deflate and start laughing after his words sink in. Charles, who clearly finds it nowhere near as funny asks "What. Why are you laughing?"

"You- you" Unable to finish your sentence without it ending in a fit of cackles, you laughing some more, take some deep breaths and clarify the source of your amusement. "Charles, Arthur and I aren't dating. You know that right?" His lips form an 'O' and he looks down almost embarrassed as he shakes his head.

"But I've heard you saying that you ahd a thing for a Lecle-" He stops and grins as you both come to the realisation of what he's saying. Now it's your turn to look down in embarrassment and his to start laughing.

"Shut up." Your words clearly hold no weight and when you find him looking at you, eyes gleaming. You find yourself falling for him even more.

"So Chérie...you have a thing for Leclercs?" His eyebrows wiggle and when you both split into bursts of laughter, you could tell have dreamed of a better way to spend your evening.

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leosxrealm · 4 months

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pairings: your driver of choice x gn! reader

warning(s): fwb to lover, a lil angsty, suggestive! but no actual smut, happy ending (all characters are 18+)

a/n: inspired by the song k by cigarettes after sex. i originally wrote this with lando in mind but it can be read for any driver!!

!not proofread!

I remember when I first noticed that you liked me back We were sitting down in a restaurant waiting for the check We had made love earlier that day with no strings attached But I could tell that something had changed how you looked at me then

he remembers it was the day after he had gotten his first win. things had gotten a bit out of hand at the after-party the previous night.

he remembers waking up next to you. it wasn't the first time something like that had happened, neither was it the last.

he knew that sleeping with his friend would bring nothing good to either of you. but he didn't care, not when the sex was this good, and you two were still friends later. he didn't care about the future when you made his present feel like heaven.

he would promise you, every single time, that there would be no strings attached. a lie, every single time. but he didn't know it yet, that what he felt for you, was way greater than lust.

he, however, did notice the love that you started harboring for him. it was the morning after, and you two had decided to get breakfast together. after all, getting breakfast with your best friend was normal right?

he had never seen you look at someone the way you were looking at him. it made him feel good, almost proud, that the look was for him. only him.

but, a small part of him wonders, it can't be good for your friendship, right? he should stop. he should stop this friends-with-benefits relationship before it's too late. but he can't.

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Kristen, come right back I've been waiting for you To slip back in bed When you light the candle

it's late; there's a knock on his door. he opens it to find you standing there. you look stressed as if something's bothering you, he notes.

you say nothing, as you push him against the door before sealing his lips with yours.

it's too hot for him. his knees feel weak. his world starts spinning.

you've got him wrapped around your fingers. he's addicted, to the taste of you, to your body and how perfectly it fits with his.

almost like you were made for him, the same way he was for you.

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And on the Lower East Side, you're dancing with me now And I'm taking pictures of you with flowers on the wall Think I like you best when you're dressed in black from head to toe Think I like you best when you're just with me And no one else

it's race week, and you're there with him. he's free from all his media duties for the day. you take this as a chance to drag him to explore the city with you.

you're looking at the unfamiliar city, taking in the scene in front of you. and he's looking at you. how could he look somewhere else when your smile alone was outshining the beauty of the city?

you asked him to take a picture in front of a wall covered in mural art. to post it on your socials, you had said, handing him your phone. but he insists on taking it with his instead.

you don't question it, and he's glad. how could he have told you that he just wanted to add more pictures to the collection he already has of you. some taken in secret, some not. you don't know about this. he doesn't plan on telling you.

it's late, you both should be asleep, but you're not. instead, walking around the neighborhood. couldn't sleep, you had said, when you had knocked on his door earlier.

he doesn't complain when you tug at his hand, dragging him to the middle of the park.

it's quiet. it seems the whole world is asleep. except you and him.

you guide his hands to your waist, before putting yours around him. he gets the memo, swaying you both.

he can't explain, if anyone were to ask, but he likes it when it's just you and him, lost in a world of your own.

you look up at him, showing your biggest smile. it makes him wanna kiss you. right then and there. claim you as his. one and for all.

but he doesn't.

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Kristen, come right back I've been waiting for you To slip back in bed When you light the candle

he's alone in his room, staring up at the ceiling. mind clouded with the thoughts of you.

you're not there, yet, all he could think about was you. he saw you a few hours ago, yet, he still misses you.

he hopes you will knock at his door, like you've done countless times before.

he hopes you'll slip back into his bed, and light up his world with your smile, like you've done countless times before.

but you don't.

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And I'm kissing you lying in my room Holding you until you fall asleep And it's just as good as I knew it would be Stay with me, I don't want you to leave

he once again finds himself in bed with you. you're asleep. sleeping soundly with your head on his chest.

he wonders if you ever dream of him like he does of you. countless nights that he had spent thinking of you. both asleep and awake.

he knows what he's feeling. he has never felt so about anyone else. and it makes him scared. scared of what will happen if he ever opens his heart to you.

his heart's fragile. and already at your mercy. and he doesn't even know that yet. it would be so easy for you to break it, break him. it scares him. even though he knows you wouldn't do anything of such sort.

he holds you closer, his grip tightening around you, not enough to hurt you. how could he ever knowingly hurt you? he looks at you all lovingly.

and if you were awake right now, you'd tease him, that he was in love with you. and he'd probably laugh it off, teasing you back, that you are the one in love with him.

two idiots. in love. both scared to tell the other how they feel.

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Kristen, come right back I've been waiting for you To slip back in bed When you light the candle

next time you see him, he finally has the courage to tell you. he's rambling, expressing his love for you.

you shut him up with a kiss, calling him an idiot with a playful smile. he smiles back. because he knows you two are going to be fine.

the next morning, you don't leave his room, instead, you stay there lying there with him. basking in his warmth.

he wakes up a few minutes after you, greeted by your face on the pillow opposite of his, looking at him. a lazy smile adorning your face.

and, he thinks he could get used to this.

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