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reading smut in public without showing an ounce of emotion like the lady that I am

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“𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞” 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x girlfriend!reader (she/her)

Summary: You accompany Charles on his private jet overseas for the first time, failing to remember to tell him that you are deathly scared of take offs.

Warnings: Mild language, pure fluff/ comfort

Word count: 600+

A/N: I apologise for how long this has taken me. I have started sixth form recently, so have been focusing on that for the past few weeks. I wasn't sure how to go with this after it being in my drafts for months, so I hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think.

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore

“Come on chérie, the plane is ready” Charles tells you softly, breaking your attention away from the book you had held in your hands.

Held? Well, more like clutched with pure fear. Fear? Well, planes, you aren’t scared of. Being thousands of metres up in the air? Fine. But take off? You would rather swim the whole way there than experience it once more. And this tiny little inconvenience, you happened to forget to tell Charles about. This trip was a last minute decision that was made by the both of you, and the spontaneity of it made you completely forget about telling him.

So here you are, mentally having to scream at yourself to actually get up, as your legs wouldn’t move by themselves. You stand up and place your hand in Charles' outstretched one, following after him to the jet.

Charles steps aside to let you on first, his hand naturally falling to the small of your back. You both take your seats sat across from each other, and Charles instantly takes notice of your death grip on both arms of the chair. He leans forwards in his own seat, placing his elbows on the table between you both.

"Are you okay chérie?" He asks, his tone subtly laced with concern. He gives you a second to answer him, though no response comes. Your head stays back on the rest behind you, your eyes tightly shut.

"Y/N?" Charles tries once again to gain your attention, and only now do you open your eyes and look at your boyfriend in front of you.

"Hm?" You answer in a hum, his worry only increasing with your half-hearted reply.

"Are you alright?" He asks, tilting his head down to get his question across to you.

"Y-yeah i'm fine" you say with a half smile. But it didn't convince your boyfriend one bit.

He leant back in his seat for a second, a light chuckle escaping his lips, "Okay okay let me rephrase, what is wrong? I can tell something is bothering you" Charles softly replies, leaning forwards again to keep your attention on him.

You breathe out almost hesitantly, but the kind persistence in Charles' eyes is telling you that he will get it out of you sooner or later. You place your elbows onto the small table, to sit your head in your hands.

“Take offs” you breathe out, though to Charles it only comes out as a muffled sound from behind your hands.

“What? Chérie, move your hands away, i cannot hear you” he chuckles lightly as he reaches forwards to delicately remove your hands from covering your face.

“Take offs” you say quietly, looking down at your lap in embarrassment.

You don’t hear an answer from your boyfriend, as your eyes slowly lift to look at his face. Charles is looking at you almost blankly, though his gaze quickly softens as your eyes meet his.

“Mon amour, are you scared off take offs?” He asks with raised eyebrows.

You stay quiet, why on earth am i scared of take offs? He must think it’s so stupid.

Your thoughts get interrupted by Charles’ hand laying on yours, his thumb softly grazing your knuckles. You look up to see him looking at you lovingly, his muscles in his face completely relaxed, knowing you were okay.

“You could have just told me chérie” he murmurs to you, with nothing but sincerity in his eyes.

"it's so stupid" you chuckle light-heartedly, trying to brush the whole situation off.

"It is not stupid. But tell me, yeah? I don't want to make you unhappy" Charles says, once again ever so softly.

"You could never make me unhappy, Charles" you reply with a smile, of which he reciprocates tenderly.

A few minutes pass as you try to keep calm, though your adrenaline spikes as the doors are shut and secured, and the engines start up. Charles takes notice, and tightly clasps your hand in his.

"Hold my hand chérie, you're safe."

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Good luck to anyone else getting their gcse results tomorrow! (I’m secretly wetting myself)

And a fic is coming soon…

#formula 1 #f1 imagine #daniel ricciardo #lando norris #charles leclerc #f1 x reader

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I’m thinking just reblogging these onto my main should be okay? These will be at an all time minimum, so don’t worry! I’ve got plenty of f1 drafts that i cannot wait to get out to you guys!

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧 ‘𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭’ 𝐑𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

Pairing: Simon Riley x sister!reader (she/her)

Summary: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, the infamous, relentless and fearless Task Force 141 soldier. And the particulars of him being the guardian of his baby sister.

Warnings: Talks of war and deployment, mentions of a traumatic childhood, language. Attempted to do it chronologically, but have added bits here and there

Word count: 3300+

A/N: This is platonic, should be obvious to most, but just in case for the creeps. Basing this off the theory that he is mid-late 20’s in mw2.

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this sideblog for the account, @hotmencore

‣ Simon wasn’t at all prepared to be an older brother, but when he saw you, he knew it was his job to protect his little baby sister.

‣ You were the only one who was fortunate enough to not be killed by Washington, so when Simon was made aware of your survival, he took you in as his own.

‣ He doubted himself at first, fearing he would turn out like his dad, but also didn’t want to abandon you like he had been as a child.

‣ He wasn’t experienced in any way shape or form with taking care of a baby, so most of his days when not on deployment consisted of him watching youtube videos and going online to figure out how to do stuff and take care of you properly.

‣ When on deployment, he left you with a trusted neighbour who he had known for years before. (I feel like this would either be like a man who he would call his ‘best friend’ when home, or an old woman who has kids of her own, that use to babysit him)

‣ He would spoil you the best he could, and make you as happy as possible, not wanting you to have a childhood anything remotely like his.

‣ He definitely still gets help off of google for some things. He isn’t really too good with knowledge on ‘girly’ things.

‣ When home, you and him would always sit at the kitchen table of an evening, you playing with barbies whilst he sat across from you modding his rifle. As you got older, it would be the same just you with homework. You didn’t speak much when sat with each other, though it was always a comfortable silence for the both of you.

‣ Once when in primary school, you came home with a pout as you were jealous of your classmates pigtails and plaits, seeing that Simon only really knew how to brush your hair. So that night, he spent an hour watching videos over and over so that he could learn how to plait your hair.

‣ He felt stupid watching the videos, and frustrated that it took him so long to get the hang of it, but he knew it was all worth it when he saw the grin on your face the next morning as you looked at your hair in the mirror to see it all pretty and plaited.

‣ He also felt the same each birthday or christmas when you were little, worried that the little amount that he was able to get you wouldn’t be enough to make you happy. But 100% of the time, it was just him underestimating himself.

‣ When you were young, he never bothered to mention his own birthday. But one year when with your neighbour, you found out his birthday was a couple days after he came back from deployment. So you saved up money for the 2 weeks before he came back, and bought him a little teddy bear and a bar of chocolate. You also made him a little loom band bracelet, and haphazardly wrapped them up and hid them under your bed.

‣ When his birthday did arrive, you came downstairs to him in the living room, holding the parcel out in front of him. He lifted you up onto his lap, taking the parcel from you. “What’s this?” He asked, looking at it as he peeled his fingers from the cellotape of which you’d badly wrapped it with.

‣ “Happy birthday” you say softly with a smile, and that right there made Simon’s heart melt. He unwrapped the gift, and held the bear out in front of him. You looked at him eagerly, though his expression was confusing to you. “I hope you like it” you say with a slight hint of doubt. But Simon smiles at you, yes, smiles, and pulls you closer to him, placing a small kiss on your cheek, “I love it, thank you Y/N” he says, and the grin returns to your face.

‣ Simon had never felt more appreciated by anyone in his life.

‣ He let you off that one morning to share the chocolate with him, after eagerly placing the loom band on his large wrist, showing him that you now had matching ones.

‣ And he wears it everyday, even on deployment, under his uniform.

‣ And he still does to this day, years later

‣ He also has a tattoo tucked away somewhere that he got for you, most likely your initials.

‣ When he first joined 141, Price was the only one who knew about you, and that Simon was the one who took care of you.

‣ He knew from Ghost’s files, as when he joined the task force, you were at the age where Simon wanted you written down as who was told when he died.

‣ You were at the age where it was harder to just pretend he never existed. Because when you were a baby, that was his plan. Before he joined it was your neighbour that was put down, just as a telling that you would need to be put in someone else's care.

‣ When Ghost requested the change to his file, he asked Price that someone could go over and tell you in person, rather than just a phone call, or his dog tags through the mail. Which caused for him to have to let Price know of your existence.

‣ He also asked for Price to tell Laswell, as he trusted her and wanted someone there for you who was in the UK more than he was, and in case both him and Price were on a mission/ far away.

‣ He also did it as he believed that you needed at least one female figure somewhat a part of your life, though you've only met her like once or twice.

‣ It takes a good amount of time and full trust in a person for Simon to be comfortable with them meeting you, or even just knowing of you. Which is why Johnny found out so randomly.

‣ You were late pre-teens when Simon was coming home from deployment, and got a call from his friend, apologising that he couldn’t pick him up from base. Johnny overheard the conversation and insisted that he dropped Simon off, though he was perfectly fine getting a taxi.

‣ Simon did message you to stay in the house, but you weren’t paying mind to your phone, just looking out the window waiting for his arrival. Your own excitement blinded you to the fact it wasn’t the car of Simon’s friend dropping him off, so when you saw his skull mask through the car window, you jumped off the couch and ran out the door to him without a second thought. You didn’t hesitate in giving him a massive hug, which, though Johnny hadn’t pulled off yet, Simon reciprocated, as he knew there was no way of exactly hiding you now.

‣ It wasn’t at all that he didn’t trust Johnny enough, Simon just always felt awkward bringing it up and didn’t expect the circumstances of which he was in, so wasn’t prepared at all.

‣ Soap didn’t like to pry, but was curious and immensely shocked to see a young girl run out of his house and jump onto Simon’s huge frame. He knew it couldn’t have been his daughter as Simon would have simply been far too young for that to be true. So he made the conclusion of you being his sister, and tried to keep it to himself.

‣ Though on the next deployment, Johnny did ask about the young girl he saw, and with a grumble of a reply, he then understood that his guesses were correct. By then he trusted Gaz enough as well, so the whole of 141 eventually knew of Simon’s little sister.

‣ Simon keeps a little photograph of you in his uniform, in an inside breast pocket, above his heart. It’s a photo of you when you were little, the first year he put aside his fears, and took you trick-or-treating. You were dressed as a little fairy, grinning up at the camera, your face covering most of the shot as you leant forwards into the frame.

‣ You two don’t have any proper photos with each other, apart from one from when it was your birthday one year, and you told Simon that the only thing you wanted was a photo of the two of you together. So Simon begrudgingly granted your wish after a lot of convincing.

‣ In the photo, you are stood next to each other in the hallway of your home, you grinning with your short arms attempting to wrap around his large waist, and him stood looking emotionless with his simple skull mask on, his arm behind you resting on your back.

‣ It wouldn’t look sentimental at all to anyone else, but you treasured it. It stays on your bedside cabinet, with one of his old dog tags that he let you keep. You also have another old one of his attached to the zip of your school backpack.

‣ Simon never really decorated your room too much when you were younger, as he was new to the whole thing and decided that he would let you do it with him when you were older and found your own passions and interests. So first off for several years your room consisted of a small single bed, a wardrobe, and littles shelves for your toys, all of which he built with you sat on the floor of your room with him one day.

‣ But when you did find yourself and what you liked, you both spent a couple days decorating it. As it was just you and Simon in the house, you weren’t ever very ‘girly’ so the walls were painted a pale blue, and he bought you some new shelves and some fairy lights/ LED’s to hang up around your bed.

‣ When you use to get nightmares or just couldn’t fall asleep, you would sneak into Simon’s room, and wake him up so that you could stay with him. Although due to his own nightmares, was usually awake before you came in anyways. But there was something he secretly found so sweet about hearing your little feet try to quietly pad down the hallway to his room.

‣ He never minded, because he had nightmares all the time. Simon would never admit it, not even to his baby sister, but he enjoyed the nights where he would have her with him. Because in the long run it did actually help him fall asleep, knowing he wasn’t completely on his own.

‣ He had you.

‣ Due to him being away quite a lot, you have been aware of his job since you were little.

‣ Though when you got older, you wanted to know more about it. Simon didn’t really want to tell you much, as he didn't believe it was something he wanted his sister knowing about, but after so much pestering from you, he caved in. You learnt about his callsign, and how he always wore the skull mask.

‣ Once meeting Soap properly, he was the one to tell you about how infamous your brother really was on the field.

‣ You found it pretty cool that you were one of the only people in the entire world who new what the Simon Riley truly looked like, and secretly took pride in it.

‣ You have always known Simon with and without his mask, so it never feels weird. He rarely wore it when you were a toddler, though when you were first born he mostly kept it on, scared his scars were gonna frighten you.

‣ But the first time he took it off in front of you, you babbled and giggled, and reached out to his face. So from then on, he didn’t bother wearing it around you.

‣ There was one occasion when he came to pick you up from a neighbours after almost a year long deployment, and you were shy with him. It hurt Simon a bit, and made him feel guilty for not being there, and that you had grown so much in the time he was away. But the feeling soon melted away once your neighbour gave you a little push from behind their leg, you softening in Simon’s touch as he held you close in his arms.

‣ His teenage years were the most traumatic for him, so when you transitioned into yours, he became even more protective of you. You sometimes fought over this, and Simon felt bad, but you knew that he was doing it because he wanted nothing more than for you to be safe.

‣ When he bought you your first phone, he definitely made you have Life360 or something like it, so that he knows where you are just in case he needs it.

‣ He would never go crazy on where you were and who you were with. He trusted you. But when away, every night before he went to bed himself, or whenever it was night time in the UK timezone, he would check that you were at home. It made him relax slightly about being away, knowing that you were safe.

‣ You were about 15 when you were properly introduced to the 141 team, as behind Soap’s teasing and pestering, Simon knew that you needed some other adult figures in your life. So, much to your own surprise, he messaged you asking if you wanted to come get him from base one time with his neighbour.

‣ You knew that Simon wasn’t really much of a physical affection type of guy, but you could never resist when he was coming back home after a deployment. And even less so now that you were able to come to base. But he also knew that much to his dislike for the public display of it, there was nothing he could do to stop you from doing so.

‣ And with that fact in mind, he knew he had to reciprocate the gesture, so when you did run up to him with your arms out, for a second he forgot about that fact the rest of the guys wouldn’t let cold old ‘Ghost’ hear the end of it, and wrapped one arm around you, lifting you up with ease, his bags clutched in his other hand. You practically squealed to him how much you’d missed him, as he mumbled back in your ear that he did you, too. Lucky for him the others didn't hear that.

‣ Once he had put you down, he very much awkwardly introduced you to the others in a grumbly tone.

‣ When you turned to them, the first thing that they all collectively noticed were your eyes.

‣ You had Simon’s eyes.

‣ Johnny’s hello was an enthusiastic “Good to finally meet you lass,” Simon glaring at Soap, aware of the amusement this brought him, knowing his lieutenant was annoyed as hell.

‣ Gaz nodded at you with a smile, and Price said hello in a deep but warm tone, looking on at you with an almost proud gaze.

‣ Price didn’t know what to expect when Soap loudly made everyone aware of Ghost’s new visitor at base pick up, as Johnny was the only one of them who had seen you before to recognise you as Ghost's sister, though they knew you existed (much to their inital surprise). But when you turned to the rest of the team without hesitance, Price instantly felt an even higher level of respect towards Simon as it was clear from your confident and polite hello that he had raised you well.

‣ Much to Simon’s own self doubt.

‣ One night when the 141 were all at a bar, Price quietly told Simon about how he had done well with you, knowing that he was definitely uncertain of his own worth in your life. But Simon heard the sincerity in his Captain’s voice, and with a quick look of appreciation towards John, he then didn’t doubt himself as much as he had before.

‣ Simon sometimes does mess up though with his language around you, only recently now that you have gotten older. But he isn’t too fussed, just as long as he doesn't hear you repeat any of it.

‣ Seeing that it is only you two in the house 24/7, you both surprisingly get on really well, and there have only been a rare few occasions when he has had to put his foot down.

‣ But these rare occasion mainly consist of when you use to beg Simon to have ice cream for breakfast, or just something silly to the point that he got sick of your nagging.

‣ “Please Simon, just this once-“

‣ “No, Y/N! You said that last time. Now drop it.”

‣ There have definitely been times where neither of you can sleep, and now that you're older, you both just sit with each other in comfortable silence. Occasionally just putting a random film on in the living room, but most of the time you would just be at the kitchen table, with a bowl of cereal at like 2am. That is until, and this is 98% of the time, you fall asleep with your head on the table and Simon has to carry you to your room.

‣ When you got to the age where Simon was comfortable with you in the house on your own, you once mentioned to him that the first day of him being away was always the hardest, and that it felt really weird in the house.

‣ You both knew he couldn’t do much about that, but he tried little things to make it somewhat bearable.

‣ For instance, he knows one of your favourite things is leftover takeaway from when you two have one, so the night before every deployment, he always orders takeaway for dinner so that there is always some in the fridge for you on the first day of him being gone.

‣ It’s the little things that Simon does for you despite his mostly cold heart that mean the most to you.

‣ On long deployments, you write Simon letters for him to read. You do message him too, but prefer writing them, as you know be will write back, which you feel is more sincere. His letters are never as long or heartfelt as yours, but you know your brother, and that he loves you dearly.

‣ His replies would often be a few sentences, praising you on anything that you would mention about school or just exciting stuff in general, signing off with ‘Simon’, and a barely noticeable ‘x’ next to it.

‣ You keep every single one of the letters he sends back, your favourites being the ones that he would occasionally send to you, first. And secretly Simon does the same, keeping your letters tucked away in his bag under his bed.

‣ He tells you unless its an emergency, that you should stick to letters or texts, so that he can still stay focused with his job and that if you do one day call him, he knows straight away that it’s an urgent matter.

‣ There was one time when you forgot about the emergency rule, and called him to tell him you passed a test you had been stressing about.

‣ He was about to scream down the line asking what was wrong and where you were until you beat him to it with a loud “I PASSED SIMON, I PASSED THE TEST!”

‣ “That’s amazing Y/N, but you just scared the fucking life out of me.”

‣ “Oh crap. I forgot, sorry. But I passed!!!”

‣ "Great love. I'm proud of you. But next time stick it in a letter, yeah?"

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"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞. 𝐁𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞" 𝐃𝐑𝟑

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x bestfriend!reader (she/her)

Summary: During a family and friend gathering, you and your childhood best friend reminisce on the milestones you have both reached together.

Warnings: Quite a few repeated phrases, but not to the point its annoyingly frequent. Pure fluff

Word count: 1300+

A/N: Set in Daniel’s RedBull era, and he is single. Kinda rushed and shitty, let me know what you think!

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore

You finally put the finishing touches to your light layer of make up. You shuffle back in your chair to buckle your block heel shoes up, that compliment your casual but classy floral dress perfectly. You decided to keep your hair down, it naturally swooping neatly behind you, and chose a small set of earrings to finish off the whole outfit.

Due to you being home at your parents for a few days, they decided to have a family friend get together, plus it was the early stages of summer and it so happened that most of your mum’s intended guests were free. You started to make your way downstairs as chatter began to fill the garden, where you and your mum had set up some tables and chairs before hand.

You weren’t aware of who the guest list included specifically, but had a clue. Old friends, distant family, etc. But as you walked down the stairs, it so happened that the last person you expected to be stood in front of you, was stood in front of you.

Daniel. Your Daniel.

“Y/N” he so naturally breathed out. He stood at the bottom of the stairs in a pair of beige trousers with a summery linen shirt on. He thought you looked absolutely beautiful, even more than when he last saw you, about 4 years ago.

You couldn’t help the grin that adorned your face as you sped up your pace to jump into his arms, a chuckle leaving his lips as his arms go to wrap around you, yours resting around his neck.

“I’ve missed you so much!” You practically squeal, though muffled by your head being tucked into his shoulder.

“I’ve missed you too! How have you been?” Daniel asks with enthusiasm, you both pulling your heads back to smile at each other, your arms still round his neck and his placed round your waist.

“I’ve been good! You’ve been doing well in your races, I see?” You say with a smile.

A twinkle appeared in Daniel’s eye as he looked at you with love, “You watch my races?” He questions, tilting his head slightly in a gesture of surprise.

“Of course I do Daniel” you say matter of factly.

Daniel doesn’t reply, only pulling you into another tight embrace, partly to hide the blush he felt creep onto his cheeks, and his massive grin.

But your moment was cut short by your mother asking you to help take food out. Your mother secretly looked in awe at the two of you before grabbing your attention, as both yours and Daniel’s mothers knew deep down of the attraction between the you too, though you were both annoyingly oblivious to it.

You and Daniel both helped take the food out with your mum, before catching up with everyone else whilst eating. Though during, Daniel struggled to keep his eyes off of you. He thought you looked absolutely beautiful, your smile, the way your hair sat perfectly behind you, everything. You were just perfect.

It came to later in the evening, most people having gone home, now leaving you and your parents, and the Ricciardo’s.

Yours’ parents were chatting with each other, leaving you and Daniel both huddled together under a blanket on the other side of the lounge set. It felt like it did years ago, when the ‘boring adult conversations’ came into play, leaving you and Daniel in each others company, becoming sleepy almost every time, and cuddling up to each other. Neither of you spoke, both in a comfortable silence as you lay your legs along the length of the seating, your back squeezed into Daniel’s side as a search for warmth, one of his arms along the seats as his other lay down your side, his hand placed delicately on your hip.

The sound of your mothers voice broke you out of your sleepy haze, looking up to her as she walked over to the two of you holding a book.

“I found this yesterday and thought you two could look through it as you haven’t seen each other in years” she says with a soft smile, handing you the book.

You two were confused at first until looking at the cover properly, nostalgia flooding back to you both as you realised it was your old photo album. You two put this together when you were about 15 years old, filled with every photo you two have together, updating it whenever either of you had new photos taken with each other. On the front you had both written your names in bright colours, it reading ‘Y/N and Daniel’s photos.’ You turned your head to grin at Daniel, his expression mimicking yours. Your turn back round to open the book, you two reliving memories as you turn each page.

"Omg we were so small" Daniel chuckles from behind you with a chuckle, pointing at a photo that was taken of the two of you when Daniel had just turned 4, and he got his first little Ferrari car. You and your family had gone round to give him his present, and your remember vividly his anticipation to show you his 'cool new car'. In the photo the two of you are squished together in the one single seat it had, both giving massive grins to the camera, your hands jumbled together in order to both hold onto the wheel.

"Yeah, I guess everyone is a Ferrari fan" you reply with a laugh, Daniel joining in as his mind goes to Vettel's famous line.

You carry on flicking through the book, pausing to look at your graduation photos. There was one specifically of you adjusting Daniel's cap midway through the shots as you remembered looking up to him at one point seeing it placed haphazardly on his head. The other photos of the day carried on like a flipbook, eventually finishing with a perfect shot of the both of you. Your arms around each others waists, your outer hand placed on his chest, both adorning the same grins on your faces as of which were in the former photos. Although you were there with him in the moment, it made you miss how often you saw him. But there is nothing you want more than for him to be happy, and if that means seeing him every few years, then so be it.

The time gap between each photo slowly grew as you flicked through the end of the book, saddening the both of you, though neither of you decided to mention it. Though you wouldn't believe it, Daniel thought of you everyday. He had always felt guilty about how he left, but knew you would hate it even more if he stayed for you. His announcement to you of him leaving for F1 was abrupt, and did hurt, but you couldn't be more proud of him and where he has gotten himself. You just wished that you could go with him.

The pages of photos slowly turned into empty slots, as you shut the book and placed it down on your lap. You and Daniel didn't converse after, being comfortable in each others company, your head leaning back to rest on his chest.

"You free next week?" Daniel questions suddenly, your interest piquing as you think about your plans for the next several days.

"Yeah, I think so, but you're racin-"

"Come to the Grand Prix" Daniel says, the question making you turn around abruptly, confusion written all over your face.

"What?" You ask, slightly out of shock.

Daniel chuckles at your reaction, "You're free, and the Grand Prix is here next week. First one of the season." he says almost freakishly calmly.

"Why?" You ask, almost confused as to why he wanted you there.

"Is it wrong for me to want you to see me race? You haven't been able to since I joined RedBull." he replies matter of factly, confused as to why you would even ask.

"I want you there with me. By my side." Daniel says softly. You almost crumble at his kind words. You smile delicately at him, the answer to his question vivid through no exchange of words, only the twinkle in your eye and your soft expression. Your faces now both adorn the same massive grins of which now lay as memories in the photo album.

You have your Daniel back.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one #daniel ricciardo drabble #daniel ricciardo blurb #daniel ricciardo fanfic #dr3 #dr3 imagine #dr3 x reader #daniel ricciardo fluff #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo x yn #daniel ricciardo one shot

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If you selected the last answer, feel free to request a driver, or just a fic idea! There are some i don’t write for, but i am open to suggestions!

#formula 1 #f1 #daniel ricciardo #charles leclerc #lando norris #x reader #imagine #fanfic

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“𝐈’𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐢𝐥 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫” 𝐋𝐍𝟒

Pairing: Lando Norris x sister!reader (she/her)

Summary: It’s Lando’s little sisters wedding, and time has arrived for him to do his big brother speech.

Warnings: None, just soppy sibling fluff

Word count: 600+

A/N: Reader is 20

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore

The sound of cutlery tapping on glass chimed through the wedding venue, everyone’s attention turning towards your mother as she announced that the speeches were going to take place. Your mum and dad spoke, both of them easily bringing you to tears. Everyone had a laugh during the best man’s speech, and last but not least your older brother Lando stood up to do his.

A smile adorned your face as Lando stepped towards his mum to take the mic, grinning at you before nervously looking down at his hands. Lando wouldn’t admit how nervous he was, although being his sister you could tell straight away. But it felt weird to him seeing his baby sister all grown up, but he knew you were happy, and that’s all that mattered to him. He discretely took a deep breathe, and looked up to everyone.

“As most of you know, I’m Y/N’s older brother, Lando. And with that, comes all the smiles and the tears, the giggles and the tantrums, the mistakes and the achievements. These memories and moments all coming together to form the beautiful young woman who is sat in front of us today” Lando speaks, sending you a soft smile.

“But for me, the most memorable moments were little Y/N’s big dreams. Growing up, Y/N always dreamt of being a princess, living in a big castle, and one day being swept away by a knight in shining armour. Someone to keep her safe, to love her, and to be there for her whenever she needed them. And of course, her only being young, I was in charge of being her knight in shining armour. So she would be there, sat on her bed in her princess dress, wearing a little plastic tiara, clutching a bear in one of her hands, and waiting for me to come and ‘save’ her. And, after counting to 30, I would swoop around the corner of the door in my tinfoil chestplate, strutt over to her bed, get her to jump onto my back, and take her downstairs into the kitchen, to live happily ever after, by the stove.” Laughter filled the room as you and Lando both looked at eachother with smiles. You remember these days vividly, them now being memories of which you will forever cherish.

“This would happen quite often, but I didn’t mind. Because in reality, I knew and still do know that my sister deserves nothing less than a proper prince to come and sweep her off of her feet, make her feel safe and loved, and live a happily ever after.” Some awes sounded around the room as Lando took a small pause, your eyes filling with tears over his kind words.

“But unfortunately for little Y/N, her princess story is more of a being saved by Shrek kind.” Lando cheekily adds, looking over to your husband as laughter erupts once again, yourself enjoying the brotherly joking between the two.

“Now in all seriousness, seeing you walk down the aisle in your own proper princess dress, ready to be swooped away by the love of your life, made me realise that you won’t always need your little old saviour. But I want you to know, Y/N, that I’ll always be here for you as your knight in tinfoil armour” Lando finishes with a bright smile, his own eyes shiny, tears escaping yours as you stand up to beckon him over, instantly embracing him in a hug as a small applause sounds from the guests.

“Love you” you murmur, your head rested on his shoulder.

“Love you too” he says with a chuckle, kissing your head and leaning back as everyone sat in awe at the sweet sibling moment.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x sister!reader #lando norris x norris!reader #norris!reader #lando norris imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one #lando norris drabble #lando norris blurb #lando norris fanfic #lando norris one shot #ln4 imagine #ln4 x reader #ln4 #lando norris fluff #lando norris x you #lando norris x yn #leclerc!reader #charles leclerc x sister!reader

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Masterlist; hotmencore

For guidelines, please check my pinned navigation page!

FORMULA ONE FICS

- DANIEL RICCIARDO

"Stop covering your face love, you're beautiful"

“Fuck mornings”

“I want you there with me. By my side”

- CHARLES LECLERC

“Your eyes, mon amour. I get lost in them”

“I could simply look at you for hours”

“Let me take care of you”

“Hold my hand chérie, you���re safe”

- LANDO NORRIS

“You suck at golf, but i still love you”

“The chats going mad over you two”

“Will you marry me?”

“I’ll always be here for you as your knight in tinfoil armour”

CALL OF DUTY SIDEBLOG FICS

- SIMON RILEY

Being Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley’s little sister

#masterlist #formula 1 #f1 #daniel ricciardo #charles leclerc #lando norris #x reader #imagine #fanfic

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"𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞?" 𝐋𝐍𝟒

Pairing: Lando Norris x girlfriend!reader (she/her)

Summary: Lando is positive that he wants to spend the rest of his life with his girlfriend, but she doesn’t like fusses of any kind. So how is this gonna pan out?

Request: Inspiration by @f1girliesblog, thank you! This is only minorly inspired, so feel free to request again if you would like!

Warnings: None, pure fluff

Word count: 800+

A/N: Maybe a short part 2? Not really my best work, so let me know what you think!

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore

From the moment Lando first saw you, he knew you were the one for him. He had never seen anyone so beautiful in his life. You were on your own, sat at the bar of a nightclub in Monaco, and Lando couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Max, who came out with Lando, eventually caught on to his nigh-on gawking, and persuaded him to speak to you.

And he will forever be more than grateful for Max in that moment.

Because if Max hadn’t have practically shoved him out of his chair to go up and talk to you, Lando would have never met the love of his life.

And he would have never spent the last 4 years with you.

And, he wouldn’t be out in Monaco in the late hours of the evening, picking out a wedding ring for you. Lando and Max made a plan for you and Pietra to go out for a girls night, whilst Max helped your boyfriend pick out a ring. They looked through multiple options, until the jeweller pulled out one ring, and he instantly knew that it was the one. It was a simple silver banded ring, with a small diamond centre stone.

"That the one?" Max questions beside him, looking to his best friend, a smile adorning both of their faces. Max has always been fond of you, as you both get on well, and you and Pietra have grown close. And seeing Lando so happy and in love, really makes Max feels happy too.

"Yes, that's the one" Lando replies with a grin, looking up to the jeweller with a nod, to confirm his choice. He payed for the ring, and placed the small box into his pocket, walking out of the store. Him and Max now got in the car, and drove to the club at which you and Pietra were in.

Lando drove back to your shared apartment, as Max and P's home was just a minute walk from the club that you were at. His hand lay on your thigh, as your head rested on the window of the car, looking outside in a minorly tipsy state. Once you got to your building, Lando helped you out the car, up the stairs, and out of your clothes to finally lay together in your bed, his arms wrapped around you, with his head nuzzling into your neck.

"Goodnight baby, I love you" Lando whispers, laying a soft kiss behind your ear, his mind lingering on the small box he had swiftly put in his bedside drawer without you noticing.

"I love you too" you whisper back, a smile adorning your face as the warmth of his body against yours slowly lulls you into a peaceful sleep.

Your eyes opened to the warm light of the morning sun shining through a small gap in your curtains, your hands flying up to rub the sleep out of your eyes, letting a slow breath out as you turn over to your boyfriend.

You remove your hands from your eyes to look at him, and instantly feel the need to rub your eyes once again and do a double take.

Lando was leant up in bed beside you, his body facing yours as his left elbow is propped up so that he could see you clearly, and in his right hand, was a box, containing a beautiful silver ring.

An engagement ring.

Lando had a grin plastered on his face, as your eyes started to well up, finally processing what was happening.

"Baby" he says with a chuckle, "I love you so much" he proceeds, your hands once again flying up to your face, now to hide the tears welling up even quicker.

"Landooo, oh my goddd" you whine, trying to prepare yourself for the question you know he is about to ask. He loops a finger of his through yours to pull your hands away from your face, box still in his own, laughing again at your glossy eyes.

"Will you marry me?" Lando asks softly, his own eyes becoming glossy.

You look him in his eyes, and struggle to stop yourself from absolutely wailing.

"Yes" you answer, finally letting the tears fall, your arms going to wrap around his neck, Lando chuckling as he pulls you into a long and passionate kiss, his arms going to wrap around your waist, the box still clutched in his hand. You lean back off of him and he delicately places the ring on your finger. You both once again lean into eachothers touch to connect your lips once more, and in that moment, Lando knew that his life was officially complete.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one #lando norris drabble #lando norris blurb #lando norris fanfic #lando norris one shot #ln4 imagine #ln4 x reader #ln4 #lando norris fluff #lando norris x you #lando norris x yn

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fyi, while it’s totally fine and valid to not like someone or be annoyed by them, it is not totally fine and valid to talk shit about them and be super rude when they’ve done nothing wrong other than get on your nerves. don’t interact with them if you don’t want to — but don’t go being intentionally rude to them or make fun of them behind their back. that’s basically bullying, and you should know better.

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“𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨” 𝐋𝐍𝟒

Pairing: Lando Norris x girlfriend!reader (she/her), Max Fewtrell x reader

Summary: Reader and Lando share a sweet moment on stream, that the fans absolutely crumble over.

Warnings: None, pure fluff

Word count: 600+

A/N: I'm not really sure about this one, so let me know what you think!

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore

It was currently late on a Saturday night, and you were in the living room of Max's apartment, him and your boyfriend Lando on stream in the next room. You didn't mind at all though, as you and Lando hadn't been back home in the UK for a while, and you two had spent the day with your friends yesterday. You currently held a copy of Before the coffee gets cold in your hands, as you were finally coming to the last few pages of the book. A blanket lay over your legs, the only noise apparent coming from the TV playing at a low volume, and the muffled talking and laughs of Lando and Max from the next room.

You and Lando didn't have a secret relationship, but more of a private one. You came to any grand prix that you could, supporting him as much as possible whilst still working your own job, but didn't feel the need to put your relationship all over the internet. You appeared a lot on Lando's jgp account, which the fans absolutely adored, but that was the majority of which you were seen on social media, your own account being private.

So when it came to twitch streams, you preferred to stay out of the way and leave Lando and Max to it.

You just came to the last line of your book, and placed it at your side, taking a sip of the tea Lando had made you earlier. You put the mug back onto the side table, and tilted your head over the back of the sofa to look almost longingly to the door of which your boyfriend was. You wouldn't admit it, seeing that it has only been about 30 minutes, but you miss his touch. But you knew you didn't really want to be seen on the stream, so decided to leave it and just wait a little.

10 minutes passed, and you had decided that you were just going to have to pluck up the courage to appear on camera if you wanted your boyfriend. You got up from the sofa, put your now empty mug in the sink, and walked to the door, slowly pulling the handle down.

The boys stopped mid conversation to peer over at the door, just as you peeked your head round to see if you were in shot of the camera.

"You okay baby?" Lando asks, a smile playing at his lips.

"Yeah I just got bored" you reply with a chuckle, walking into the room, shutting the door behind you.

"Come here" He says, also with a chuckle, beckoning you over as he shuffles back in his chair, an arm held out towards you. You walk over to him, putting your hand in his, him softly pulling you down to sit on his lap. Your head naturally falls onto his shoulder, your face away from the stream as you shut your eyes, Lando's arms almost instinctively wrapping around your waist in an instance. Lando looks round at you, kissing your cheek before turning back to the stream. For a few minutes, him and Max carried on chatting, Lando absentmindedly dipping his hand underneath your top to trace random shapes on the bare skin of your lower back.

"Mate the chats going mad over you two" Max says with a chuckle, turning his head to look to Lando.

"What?" Lando laughs, shuffling closer to the chat screen on the chair, you lift your head up to also look.

Pretty much every single chat that popped up was about how adorable they found the interaction between you and Lando, though you struggled to read each one fully as they just kept flooding through. All you both did was laugh, Lando and you looking at each other, giving him the chance to place a soft and gentle kiss to your lips, which you happily reciprocated.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula one #lando norris drabble #lando norris blurb #lando norris fanfic #lando norris one shot #ln4 imagine #ln4 x reader #ln4 #lando norris fluff #lando norris x you #lando norris x yn

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Motorsports failed those kids by making them race in Spa in those conditions. They didn't even allow f1 drivers with experience in wet conditions to drive in Spa 2021. So why the FUCK was there a lower class formula race there today? Rest in Peace to Dilano van 't Hoff

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HE’S BACK GUYS DANNY RIC IS BACK ON THE GRID

Daniel Ricciardo to replace Nyck de Vries at AlphaTauri for the rest of the 2023 season

#daniel ricciardo #formula 1

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"𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮" 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x girlfriend!reader (she/her)

Summary: Reader has had an extremely tough day at work. So as your boyfriend, Charles takes it upon himself to offer you a loving hand.

Request: By @headinthecloudssblog Thank you for the request!

Warnings: Talks of hospitals/childrens ward, child patient loss (no name or gender, purely out of respect) P/N- patients name, angst + comforting fluff

Word count: 800+

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore

You have always understood how tricky Charles' job, well practically his life, was. He was in a different country almost every two weeks, driving a car that required intense training, for a team that brought more stress and frustration to him than it took away.

But that didn't mean that yours wasn't tricky too. Charles knew your job was harder in a majority of different ways, specifically emotionally, probably more than any job. But neither of you ever made it a competition.

You worked at Princess Grace Hospital of Monaco, in the children's ward. And any person can imagine the sheer pressure that can put on someone. Especially, your most recent shift that you had just returned home from.

The ward had suffered the loss of a young child who had been a long time patient at the hospital, and a personal patient of yours. The child was a bright young soul, and their sudden passing had affected you deeply, as you and your fellow doctors were hopeless when faced with the situation, there being nothing you could do to save them. You felt empty leaving the hospital at the end of your shift, like you had failed your job.

As you walked through the door of yours and Charles' shared apartment, he turned to you from the couch, and could instantly see the distress on your face. You drop your bags by your side, and stay still in your space. You felt like you couldn't move, like all life had been sucked out of you.

"Chérie?" Charles softly questions, pausing the tv, and standing up from his seat on the couch to, almost cautiously with care and concern, walk towards you.

His soft voice and soothing choice of endearment makes your remaining composure crumble, and you break down into your hands. Sobs rack your body as Charles speeds up his pace to pull you into his embrace, his arms wrapping themselves round your shaking frame securely, one hand placed onto the back of your head holding you close. For a few minutes, Charles allowed you to cry into him, not wanting to immediately question you as to why, your where abouts of the last day indicating to what might have happened. But once your sobs had died down, he lifted your head in his hands to look you in your eyes.

"Tell me mon amour, what is wrong?" he quietly questions.

You breathe out slowly, keeping your eyes focused towards the ground, "We lost them. We lost P/N" you say, tears forming in your eyes once again. Charles' breath hitches, as he had heard about this particular patient of yours on multiple occasions, the majority of which were about your hope that you could save the child.

"Oh Chérie, i am so sorry" Charles whispers, his head leaning to rest on yours, tears now running down your cheeks, ones now welling up in his own eyes. He places a kiss onto your head, then replaces his against yours. You both remain stood in place, still by the door, your arms now wrapped around his waist.

Charles pulls away, reaching out to delicately grab your hand, "I'll run you a bath," he says, leading you towards your shared washroom, your hesitance becoming apparent to Charles as you don't immediately follow him.

"Come on, Let me take care of you."

You give in to Charles' care, and follow him to the washroom. Whilst the bath filled with water, he slowly helped you remove your scrubs, undo your hair, lightly kissing your bare skin once in a while, and softly whispering terms of reassurance to you. He lays you in the bath, kneeling beside you, and grabs the shower puff to wash you. His touch is delicate, as his hands roam your shoulders, back, and the rest of your body. He does so, before leaning over to wash your hair. His hands run through it ever so lightly, his fingers tracing random circles down your scalp. No words leave your lips during, you pretty much just feel numb now. He lowers your hair back into the bath, his hands go to push the suds away from your eyes, as the submerged, foamy shampoo runs out of your hair.

But soon enough after being lost in your own mind for what felt like an eternity, Charles gained your attention to help you out of the bath, wrapping a towel around your frame. Assuring him that you would be okay, he left you to dry and change, telling you to call him if you needed.

Dried and clothed, you stepped out of the washroom and made your way to your bedroom, where Charles told you he would be. He sat up in your shared bed once you walked in, and pulled the cover of your side of the bed back for you. You got in beside him, and instinctively fell into his touch. Your chest lay on top of his, your head in the nape of his neck, his lips fell to place a soft kiss to your forehead.

"You will be okay, mon amour. I promise." he whispered, his arms shuffling under the bed sheets to lay on your lower back.

"Thank you Charles, I love you" you mumble.

"I love you too Chérie. Now go to sleep, I've got you."

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“𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬” 𝐃𝐑𝟑

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x girlfriend!reader (she/her)

Summary: In which Daniel learns the true extent of his girlfriends hatred towards mornings.

Warnings: language, but other than that it is pure fluff

Word count: 700+

A/N: Sunshine x grumpy is one of my favourite tropes so i had to make a fic for it, and no one is more symbolic of the sun than Daniel Ricciardo. This will probably get edited because i don't really like it.

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore

Everyone knows that Daniel is a pure ray of sunlight. He is the joy of the grid, and the life of the party around family and friends. Everyone also knows that his girlfriend is all of those things too. You both match each other perfectly, your contagious smiles, your quick witted humours, everything! Well, apart from one thing.

Mornings.

Daniel is always in a good mood, including at 8.00am on a Saturday, but you on the other hand, are in a good mood about 98% of the time. And that 2%, includes 8.00am on a Saturday.

Daniel woke up at that time today, and wanted to get up on time to start his day. But you, did not. And Daniel knew that. He has always known that. He always will know that. But today, he decided that he would try his luck with getting you up at the same time as him, as he would for once like to actually start his day off with his girlfriend. He turned over in bed to face you, your head somewhat shoved into your pillow, face turned away from him, the covers laying over your body delicately.

Daniel decided to try a simple and slick approach, slithering his hand beneath the covers in order to not move them too much, to lay his arm around your middle. You shifted slightly, and Daniel instinctively held his breath. You didn't wake up, so he was able to quietly breathe a sigh of relief, which absentmindedly made him rethink his choices. But he knew he had to commit. He shuffled up towards you, his bare chest now lightly scraping your back.

Now was the time.

Daniel slowly leaned into the crook of your neck, and placed a soft kissed on your bare skin.

"Good morning love" he murmurs.

All he gets in return is a loud inhale, and an even louder groan. You roll away from him in frustration that you had been woken up, your face now shoved even further into your pillow. This does make Daniel chuckle, as he once again laces his arm round your waist, and this time, pulls you flush to him, away from your lovely cool pillow and soft covers. You open your eyes slowly, and do nothing but groggily death stare him.

"Hello little miss grumpy" he tries again with a grin. But before he can even respond, your hand that lay on the outer side of your boyfriend slams down beside you to grab your pillow, and to speedily swing it back past you, aggressively thrashing it down on his face with a thump. Of course this 'violent' throw of a soft pillow didn't do any harm, but Daniel was still taken aback by the new found approach of you pretty much telling him to piss off and let you sleep.

"Fuck off Daniel, its too early" you mumble, although your body still lay wrapped up with his.

"Love its 8, not 4" he replies with a small chuckle, removing your pillow from his face.

"That's still too earlyyy" you groan, causing a real laugh to come from your boyfriend, who was finding this torment of yours quite hysterical.

"Come on, we can get up together and have breakfast at a normal time for once, not at like 11 for a change, Who knows, you might actually like it" he offers, a slight hesitance prominent in his voice.

"You can get up, i'm not" you quickly reply.

"Come on, mornings aren't that bad" Daniel counteracts.

"Fuck mornings" you respond, nuzzling into Daniel further, trying to fall back asleep. Through instinct, your arms go around your boyfriend, now fully cuddling him. Although you were still annoyed that he woke you up way earlier than you would have liked, you couldn't resist the warmth that radiated off of his bare, muscly chest.

Daniel ponders for a second, and finally decides to give up on his attempt, now deciding to do mornings your way, just this once.

"Yeah alright, you win, fuck mornings" he repeats, a small smile playing at his lips as he leans down to place a soft kiss to your forehead.

From beneath Daniel, you smile with pride at your amazing Saturday morning win against him and his early mornings,"Victory is sweet, but sleep is even sweeter, so shut up now so i can go back to it."

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 #daniel ricciardo drabble #daniel ricciardo blurb #daniel ricciardo fanfic #dr3 #dr3 x reader #dr3 imagine #daniel ricciardo fluff #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo x yn #daniel ricciardo one shot #sunshine x grumpy #tropes

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"𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬" 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x girlfriend!reader (she/her)

Summary: Charles is modelling for a magazine, and the photographer captures a heart warming moment between him and his girlfriend.

Warnings: None, pure fluff

Word count: 500+

A/N: I don’t know if i really like this or not, it was very rushed, so let me know what you think! Thank you for all the support so far, i really do appreciate it.

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore

Charles was shooting for GQ magazine, and asked for you to come with him, as he wanted you there to see the clothes and photos before the public and his fans could.

Everything went wonderful. The clothes Charles was to wear fitted him perfectly from head to toe, and truly complimented his good looks. You tried not to gawk at your boyfriend, but honestly, you couldn't help it. He just looked so handsome. There weren't too many outfits for him try on, but the photographer wanted many angles and poses from Charles, some even with his helmet. But you didn't mind, not one bit. Charles was travelling a lot, which was a given when you 'signed up' to the whole dating an f1 driver thing, and you also had your own job to think about. So when you were both able to be in Monaco for a while, you two wouldn't waste any opportunities in spending it with each other.

Charles was handed his last outfit to try on, whilst the photographer set the camera up for the last round of photos. Charles changed quicker than the photographer was done setting up, so took the opportunity to embrace his girlfriend.

"Chérie, come here" Charles softly beckons you to him.

You stand up from where you were sat behind the camera, and walk over to Charles stood in the middle of the floor with a grin. Straight away, his arms softly wrapped around your frame. One of his hands weaved delicately around your lower back, whilst the other lightly cupped your face, causing you to look up into his eyes. He looked so mesmerizing.

"You are so beautiful mon amour, i could simply look at you for hours" You could feel your face start to heat up. You had been dating for a long time, but he never failed to make you feel just as precious as he did the first night you two met.

Charles confirms the redness to your cheeks with a smile, as his forehead lowers to softly rest on yours, his hand now moving from your cheek, to now lovingly secure you in his hold with a link of his hands behind your back. You both just stayed there, looking into each others eyes. In that moment, it felt like no one or nothing else mattered in the world. It was just you two. Charles leaned down ever so slightly more, and softly pressed his lips to yours. Reciprocating immediately, your arms moved to rest on his biceps as you two shared your sweet moment.

Minutes after, Charles started on the home stretch for the shoot, as you resumed your position from behind the camera.

A few days later, the photos had been released, and a copy of the magazine came through your letterbox. You and Charles sat on the couch cuddled up together looking through the magazine for his article. All photos were absolutely perfect, and right at the end, one unfamiliar one revealed itself to you both. It was a photo of you and Charles, from the moment you shared at the shoot, your foreheads together as you both stared lovingly into each others eyes, smiles plastered on both of your faces. You must have not realized the photographer had completed her new set up, and she clearly found the moment too sweet not to capture in a photo.

Now, that page of glossy printed paper is hung up in your shared home, so that you can both treasure the memory as much as you treasured the moment.

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“𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐟, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ” 𝐋𝐍𝟒

Pairing: Lando Norris x girlfriend!reader (she/her)

Summary: Lando makes the silly mistake of thinking he can teach his girlfriend how to play golf.

Warnings: None, pure fluff

Word count: 600+

A/N: I know nothing about golf

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this account, @hotmencore

"Okay baby, hold it here with your left hand," Lando guides you, taking a hold of your hand and placing it on the end of the golf club, "and put your right hand here" placing it slightly beneath your left.

"Now just move slightly this way" Lando softly mumbles, placing his hands on your hips to move you round in the right direction to successfully hit the ball.

"Okay, now swing the club backwards, and swing forward to hit the ball" Lando once again guides, stepping backwards in order to let you do so.

You do as your boyfriend says, swinging back, and swinging forwards, the end of the club aiming for the golf ball perched on the tee in the ground. But seeing that you've never played before, your co-ordination isn't the greatest, and your club flies straight past the ball and tee.

Your hands shoot up to your face in embarrassment, as Lando hides a chuckle.

"Landooo, I don't want to do thisss, I suck" you puff out, already irritated by your pure incompetence of the sport Lando so willingly plays 24/7.

"It's fine, baby, its your first time playing, don't worry" Lando reassures as he walks over to you, a smile still lingering on his face. He pulls your hands away from your face, club still in your hand, and guides you back into the position you were in before-hand. This time around, his body stays flush to yours from behind you, and his hands linger on your own, now fully instructing you on how to swing.

"Just relax baby" he says quietly into your ear, as you take a small breath and untense your arms and shoulders.

Lando leads you, and in one smooth movement, swings with force, hitting the ball off the tee and simultaneously out of view.

You look back at Lando over your shoulder, and smile at your, technically his, successful hit.

"There you go, you don't totally suck after all" Lando grins, earning a chuckle from you, and in return a soft kiss on the lips from your boyfriend.

You both carry on down the course closer to the cup, as Lando proceeds to help you with your swings each time. Lando eventually pots his ball, and gives you the chance to do the same as yours is only a few feet off the cup. But this time, he lets you do it on your own.

"Remember what i told you, and you'll get it in, i'm positive" Lando says from beside you, as you stand in the position he had taught you formerly.

You coordinate the ball and the cup, and swing ever so slightly, tapping the golf ball with the end of the club. The ball rolls slowly, you and Lando both following it with anticipation in your eyes, and stand in silence as you both watch it roll past the cup.

You look up at Lando, and this time chuckle as you spot the hidden smile playing at his lips. He also joins in with the laughter as he saunters over to you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you flush to him.

"Dont worry about it baby, you suck at golf, but I still love you" Lando says with a big grin, leaning in to kiss you, this time passionately, as his hand tightens around your waist, one moving up to softly caress your back. Your hand lets go of the club as they travel to wrap around his shoulders, deepening the kiss as your bodies collide even more.

After a few minutes of you too simply living in the moment, you both grab all of Lando's equipment, and drive back to the club in the buggy.

"You should try things I enjoy, like painting or something" you suggest, looking up at Lando.

"Nah, i'm alright" he replies, keeping his eyes focused on the course in front of him.

You wait for a few seconds, and as you thought, he looked down at you with a smile, "I'm joking love, anything i'm doing spent with you is heaven" he says, wrapping an arm around your shoudler pulling you close, momentarily looking and leaning towards you to kiss you on the cheek.

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