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soarrenbluejay · 1 month

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Since I’ve been encouraged to actually share my funny little blorbo ideas here’s another one gang;

Danny moves to Gotham on scholarship for engineering, because the Fentons may be infamous but they’re also insanely brilliant and besides both he and Jazz are showing every sign of embarrassed child of a super genius syndrome, so while the bats are keeping a close eye on him Just In Case, duke is also thinking of introducing him to the Our Parents Are Maniacs But Anyway club maybe after the first month or so.

Gotham does not go for standard dorm living bc of his ‘condition’ and lack of wanting to constantly spook/gaslight a roommate. Besides, living with two small children is a dorm sounds like a disaster in action.

So Danny signs up as a mechanic in Crime Alley, buys himself a teeny weensy lil apartment and Makes It Work. He has been all year after showing up with a de aged Dani and Dan in Amnity after all, and that had gone,,, fine? (The entire town, observing how Danny had been getting increasingly more uncomfortable around his godfather prior to the cloning incident, then just dropped off the face of the earth for several months, the first two weeks stuck in Vlad’s basement enduring horrors and the next Too Many desperately fapping around in the Ghost Zone to get everything handled. All the clones live, all 13 of them. Bunch of them are stuck in the Ghost Zone due to constant need for ectoplasm, but eh, plenty of Zone born never leave, so. One, in the future, apprentices under a green warrior lady on Pandora’s suggestion, another is working in the Eternal Library with Ghost Writer, etc etc. so Danny eventually came back to Amnity with one small child under each arm very obviously traumatized by Somethingn with vlad and doesn’t like being alone with him,,, or touched without warning,, and immediately and passionately proclaims the kids his but struggles to explain how or why,, look some very reasonable assumptions are drawn okay. So the town does the very reasonable thing and does the midwestern equivilant of excommunicating Vlad, except it’s a lot more run him out with pitchforks vibes since he’s the Mayor. Anyway)

He is immediately loved, because while non Gothamites are usually more of a pain than they’re worth, everyone in a while someone even from out of town will just fit in so nicely it’s uncanny for everyone involved. Addams family vibes, it’s referred to as ‘making it home’, just personal hc. He is protective of all the kids playing in the parks and street girls that can totally take care of themselves on their corners but find it HILARIOUS when he just tackles a dick like a wild animal full force no warning. He can fix anything it seems, but refuses to work with weapons. Reasonable enough, people get twitchy about gangs sometimes. Danny mentions being not against Hood or anything, but he’s not going to work for him, littles to take care of and all, but had past experience with ‘Dora and that inheritance mess with her brother he was being a real prick about’ so everyone assumes it’s the equivilant of him having Done His Time and being plenty good for a life time and respects it as long as none of that petty midwestern small town hotshots bring any of that shit over here. And they don’t, because said individuals are on the other side of the mortal veil, so happy day.

See I really love deaged!Dan because he’s just a grumpy lil guy. But he’s also killed millions. He’s so protective of his loved ones, but held back by blending in and also being Smol that it comes off more bitey kitten than anything else. Dani, of course, is a terror, so she fits right in with the crowd.

And sorry gang, but a bunch of kids on their own in Gotham in a poor side of the city just isn’t going to get any attention: that’s just business as usual really. What first gets attention on Danny is not his ‘condition’ or being mistaken for a meta (which he legally probs has an argument for even without the gene bc like these bitches don’t know how metaism works anyway so) or alien (I’m 90% sure he’d be covered by the alien protection act by virtue of being half ‘not from earth’), but because Danny despite best efforts is a Weird Guy.

He grew up in what could only be described as a low level villain level and spent most of high school dealing with smack downs and spiritual invasion. He’s never really processed that any of that is not in fact Normal. Also, he’s capable of making Anything if given the insides of a toaster, blender and alarm clock, and could probably rewrite the circuits of the apartment blindfolded and improve them 1000% even if it ABSOLUTELY would not be up to code.

And sure, things slip every once in a while, bits of spectral ice here, small floating incident there, but everyone just Minds Their Buisness ya know? You really gunna mess with the guy that personally ensured that when your car got flattened by a fight with Killer Croc, you were still able to get in to work the next day by some wizardry? Really?

But Gotham is a city so cursed it’s probably in the exponents countwise, so of course there is a) a flourishing community of magic users and assorted supernatural weirdos and b) a whole lot of shit for Mega Overpowered Ghost King Danny to idly pick at day to day in order to help with his protecting other Obsession. Gotham has plenty of heroes, but by god do they need the spiritual equivilant of an electrician/priest.

Still, Danny, as a baby ancient under a facet of Kronos and KING OF THE DEAD is like, way, way out of their scope to be able to grok, so it mostly just comes off as you know, a family of banshees or something. When asked, Danny very haltingly says he was briefly dead but then revived, which neatly explains his Weird Ass aura and makes it SPECTACULARLY AWKWARD to ask further about. So everyone nods politely, and goes back to their lives after double checking no nefarious bullshit was being pulled.

Then, of course, Vlad finally tracks them down. The whole neighborhood is altered in short order because he doesn’t bother trying to hide being a Rich Bitch or how he’s sneering down his nose at people on the sidewalk. Every connects the dots when Danny paniks. Dani and Dan’s daycare are staffed with some extra, very buff set of hands within the hour. Jerry, Hood’s third in command, personally shows up to the garage Danny is working at to talk things out with him bc he knows he does t like the deal with this stuff due to past unspecified circumstances but well, they guys had already started fucking with him, you see. Stole his tires, spray painted the windows, pickpocketed him blind, and when he retreated tipped off the police to the drugs they’d planted in the glove box.

Danny might not have been born in Gotham, but he was one of them. And the Alley takes care of it own.

#basically I want a fic where it’s not the Batfam but Gotham itself latching onto Danny #also more angy lil baby man Dan in big puffy coats being protective #dp x dc #dc x dp #gotham

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valeskafics · 3 months

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"Family Dinner" - Rafe Cameron x Reader"

a/n: first time writing for rafe, please don't crucify me if this isn't great lol. more to come, lmk if you wish to be added to the general OR rafe taglist 🩷

Summary: Rafe learns that you don't hate him as much as you claim to.

Word Count: 1,625

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, idk rafe is an annoying little bitch, p in v sex, unprotected sex, hand on mouth, anal fingering

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Outer Banks characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

When you move to the Outer Banks with your parents, the quintessential city girl from LA, Rafe knows he has to have you. You’re lounging around on the beach when he walks over to introduce himself, your sunglasses and earphones on, wearing a red bikini top and denim shorts that has his mouth watering within mere seconds. He sits down on the sand beside you, ready to introduce himself, but all you do is raise your sunglasses, giving him an annoyed look at having your peace disturbed. His gaze travels along your long legs, a wry smirk spreading across his face as he watches you remove your earphones.

“Hi. I’m Rafe.”

Your face is blank as you ignore him and walk away, hopping into your car and speeding off. He learns your name through Sarah, finding out that you struck up a friendship with her your first day in town. He makes sure your run-ins are more frequent than not moving forward. It’s like he has a sixth sense for figuring out where you’re going to be, and he loves the way your brows pinch together in annoyance when he finally makes his presence known.

Rafe follows you out to your car as you try to ignore him after grabbing some groceries for your parents, calling after you, “C’mon, let me take you out. We ride around on my motorcycle, I take you out for a fancy dinner and then-”

“Prissy rich boy isn’t exactly my type.”

He balks at your rejection, scowling as he leans against the door of your car, blocking your way in, “From the looks of this car here, you’re not exactly hurting for money. Come on. We can have the house to ourselves. Maybe a little Netflix and-”

“If you finish that sentence with the word ‘chill’, I’m going to throw up.”

Rafe raises his hands in mock surrender, looking completely undeterred, “Feisty little thing, aren’t you? Like a feral little kitten.”

“Yeah, well, this kitten has claws and they’re about to scratch you if you don’t move the fuck away from my car.”

The blond chuckles, shaking his head and moving aside, opening the door for you, the gesture annoying you even more, “You’re a stubborn little tease. That’s alright. I like that. Just shows how bad you want me, being all sassy like this.”

Your brows fly to your hairline as you remark incredulously, “You’ve got a really inflated sense of self worth, you know that?”

He shrugs, “It’s justified. I’m handsome, I’m rich, I have a motorcycle. What more could you want?”

“A soul maybe,” you retort before slamming your car door shut, his hand barely moving away in time before you rev your engine and take off.

Rafe stares after you for a long moment before bursting into laughter, grinning to himself, “Oh, she’s definitely into me.”

The next time he sees you is at the beach, and of course, Rafe approaches you once again, chuckling when you scowl at his appearance, “Aw, still mad at me, kitten?”

You let out a sharp exhale through your nose, glaring at him over the rim of your sunglasses, “No, that would require me thinking of you at all.”

He leans against you, pinning you in place against your car, “Alright. Let me ask you one question and you have to promise to tell me the truth.” Rafe waits for you to give him a reluctant nod before asking, leaning in, his breath hot as it fans against your ear, “Do you think I’m hot?”

“Yeah,” you reply honestly before giving him a tight-lipped smile, “But then you open up your mouth.”

Rafe snickers at this, “Oh, so you find me physically attractive, but it’s my personality that’s the problem?”

“I think you’re a conceited, arrogant jerk who needs to be taken down a few pegs, yes. Sure, you’re hot, but the problem with that is that you know it and you think it’ll get you everything you want.”

“It always has,” he supplies before resting a hand on your cheek, feeling quite successful when you don’t immediately slap it away, “What if I started acting nicer, kitten? Would you still turn me down?”

“Yeah,” you reply coolly, “Because it would just be an act to get in my pants.”

“So what? There’s nothing wrong with that. I would treat you well. Just imagine all the things I can do for you. I can buy you anything you could ever ask for-”

“My family has their own money,” you cut him off sharply, “I don’t need yours. Let me make myself emphatically clear.” You glare up at him, nostrils flaring with annoyance, “You and me? Never going to happen. You get that?”

Again, he’s left behind, watching you drive away, flipping him off as you go. And fuck if it doesn’t make him want you all the more. He’s never had to work for a girl this hard in his life. You’re different, you’re not afraid of him, like almost everyone in this town is.

He bets you’ve thought about him naked though. Yeah, he’s absolutely sure you have.

It all comes to a head when your father invites the Camerons over for dinner. He’s working with Ward on some development project, and while Sarah and Wheezie don’t come along, Rafe certainly does. He charms your parents, something that he knows has you seething. He can see the fury in your eyes as your mother insists that you sit beside him at dinner. You look so fucking good in that little black dress, he can barely keep his hands off of you.

You do your best to ignore him, but he knows you want him. Why else would you be acting like this? He moves a large palm to rest on your thigh, fingertips grazing against your sensitive skin. You grit your teeth in annoyance, narrowing your eyes as you turn to him, your parents blissfully unaware of what’s transpiring between the two of you.

“Get. Your. Hand. Off. My. Thigh.”

He shifts closer to you, glancing at your parents and his own stepmom and dad, before nipping at your earlobe and whispering, a wide grin on his face, “Make me.”

“You’re fucking insufferable,” you hiss, doing your best to remain calm and not make a scene.

Rafe smirks at you, moving his hand higher and higher up your thigh, his voice low and husky as he whispers, “If you hate me so much, I bet your sweet little pussy won’t be wet at what I’m doing right now. At how I’m touching you.”

He watches the way you press your lips together, your eyes going wide as you snap back, “It’s not. I promise you.”

Rafe’s hand moves higher and higher still until his fingers finally graze over what he’s wanted for a while now. He chuckles at the damp patch on your underwear, giving you a smug, lazy grin.

“Just like I thought. You want me, kitten.”

You stand up so fast that it almost gives him whiplash, blurting out that you’re going to show Rafe around the house, none of your parents seeming to give two shits about what you have to say. You drag him by the hand up to your room, pulling him into a heated kiss the moment your door closes. Rafe’s hands are in your hair, tugging harshly, making you moan against his lips as he moves you back toward your bed. You tug at his shirt, unbuttoning it and tossing it aside, while all he does is push the skirt of your dress up and move your underwear aside.

“Knew you fucking wanted me,” he snarls, undoing his pants, giving his cock a few quick tugs, loving the way your eyes widen at the size of it, “Gonna fuck you so good, kitten, you’re gonna be feeling me for days. Gonna have to keep quiet for me though, can you do that?”

“Yes, asshole, I can do that,” you roll your eyes, “And this doesn’t change anything-”

You cut yourself off with a whimper of his name as he pushes the tip of his cock inside you, thicker than anyone you’ve ever been with, the stretch being almost painful, but not quite. Rafe lets out a low groan, moving slowly as he sheathes himself inside of you. You’re so fucking warm and tight around him, he can hardly bear it. Barely giving you a moment to adjust, he starts slamming into you, pulling his hips back and letting his cock fill you over and over. You moan his name, wrapping your legs around him, allowing him to fuck you harder, deeper, eyes going wide with panic when you hear someone calling out your name. You’re no longer in control of yourself, having entirely given yourself over to your lust, and so Rafe quickly covers your mouth with his hand, calling out to your father that the two of you are just playing a video game, the fat head of his cock slamming against you over and over, grazing against that rough patch deep inside you.

Your eyes roll back, your stomach tightening as Rafe continues fucking you, keeping his hand over your mouth as he murmurs, “Knew you wanted me. Gonna keep you with me, kitten. You’re all mine now. Gonna fuck this pretty little pussy every day. Gonna taste you next time. Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me fucking you with my tongue? My fingers?” His fingers move around your backside, stroking against your puckered hole, making you whine against him, “Bet you’d let me fuck your tight little ass too, wouldn’t you? I own you now, kitten. You’re all fucking mine.”

For some reason, you don’t mind that.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron smut #rafe x you #rafe x reader #rafe cameron #rafe smut #rafe imagine #rafe fanfiction #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron fanfiction #my writing #rafe oneshot

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hemmingsleclerc · 5 months

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The Leclerc Family in the Paddock

-charles leclerc x fem!reader

Leave your honest opinion guys, this is my first imagine ;)

The sun beat down on the paddock as the sound of the engines filled the air. It was race day and the F1 teams had arrived at the circuit nestled in the hills. Among the drivers preparing for the Grand Prix, Charles stood out not only for his racing talent but also for the presence of two special people at his side.

Y/N, Charles's long-time girlfriend, walked hand in hand with him through the paddock. The couple had recently become parents to a beautiful baby girl and today was the first time they had taken her on a race. Wrapped comfortably in a Ferrari red baby blanket (Charles' request), little Emma Jules Leclerc was a little bundle of joy in her parents' arms.

When Charles and Y/N approached the Scuderia Ferrari garage, the media took notice. Microphones and cameras swarmed around them, eager to capture the family moment. Charles, with a huge smile, introduced Emma to the world.

"We're very excited to have Emma here with us today," Charles said, his eyes shining with pride. "It's a special day for our family, and we wanted to share it with everyone who has supported us."

Y/N added, "She's already a little racing fan, just like her dad. Maybe one day, she'll be in the driver's seat too."

The interviewers couldn't help but coo over the adorable family scene. After the initial baby talk, the conversation shifted to the race ahead. Charles Leclerc, focused and determined, was about to embark on a quest for victory.

Fast forward to the end of the Monaco Grand Prix and Charles emerged triumphant. Ferrari flags flew in the air and the team celebrated a well deserved victory. When Charles got out of his car, interviewers were ready to capture his thoughts about the career and the journey he had undertaken.

However, before delving into the race details, the interviewers couldn't resist asking about the significance of having his family present.

"It's an amazing feeling to win with Emma and my future wife, Y/N, here at my home race," Charles said, his eyes reflecting exhaustion and elation. "They are my biggest fans and having them in the paddock today made the victory even sweeter."

''¿Wife to be?'' the interviewers asked in surprise.

''Yes, we're getting married'' Charles said as he looked at you with love in his eyes.

Interviewers couldn't help but marvel at the couple's ability to balance the demands of a high-profile career with the joys of parenthood and, now, marriage.

Y/N, standing next to Charles, shared her perspective. "Charles is not only a phenomenal driver; he is an incredible partner and now a loving father. We are on this journey together, supporting each other every step of the way."

The interviewers, moved by the genuine connection between Charles and Y/N, congratulated them not only on the race victory and the beautiful family they were building, but also on the upcoming wedding.

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disneyprincemuke · 3 months

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ღ this barbie’s teammate is a schumacher

notes: hello gays it is i, finally writing for barbie

she closes the car door and sighs with a small smile, looking at the building ahead of her. this will be her life until she decides otherwise. she shoves her car keys into her purse and watches curiously as another supercar pulls into the empty lot next to her.

is that who she thinks it is?

she takes a step towards her car, watching the car be parked into the slot flawlessly. she tilts her head when it comes to a stop, the driver's side opening to reveal its driver.

"oh!" she shrieks, running around the front of her car to approach the young man. "mick schumacher, right? i am such a big fan! i'm so excited to finally be working with you!"

the german takes a step back, overwhelmed by the sudden presence of the girl in pink approaching him. she has a pair of sunglasses resting on the top of her head, a fur coat on and a purse hanging off her elbow.

"oh, hi," mick smiles politely. he's not a mean person; he's just a little more introverted than the next guy. "i'm glad to be with honda this year. i'm looking forward to spending the year with you."

he was in deep thought before she came up to him. he wondered, as the way he's been doing for years, if the rumours that he'd been scouted for the second seat at the request of his boss's daughter. but who is he to complain; he's racing in f1 again. does it matter how he got back into it?

surely not.

but this girl that stands in front of him – could she be an intern? she looks fairly young, very enthusiastic, and a glimmer of hope in her eyes that he doesn't see from individuals his age often. perhaps a marketing intern.

"alright, well, i'll see you inside! i love the sweater, by the way!" she shrieks, waving at him with a wide smile. she waves at him as she walks away, cautiously crossing the parking lot as the rest of the cars for the day start to roll in. "and the car! you have to give me a tour someday!"

he waves back at her in confusion, only able to mutter a 'goodbye' to himself as she disappears into the big front doors of the building. he locks his car and follows her in the direction she left, ready to start his new year with a new team.

he spends the next 10 minutes navigating the new factory he'll be frequenting from now on. introducing himself to people, familiarising himself with the engineers he'll be working closely with, and other members of the team. it's a surprisingly bigger team than he had initially thought, so it takes him longer than he expected.

about 20 minutes introducing himself and trying to pin names with the new faces. then he ends up in a quiet office, shaking his leg in anticipation as he awaits his first face-to-face meeting with his new teammate and his boss.

he hears clicks of heels right by the door, prompting him to sit up a little straighter as he glances behind him quickly. he straightens his sweater, pulls his sleeves down and wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans. he can't screw himself over.

"i'm telling you, daddy, he's got the coolest car! i saw him in the parking lot earlier!" the door opens, revealing two figures with two familiar faces. which, shouldn't be the case, because this is the first time he's meeting his teammate.

"do you want one, honey?"

"no, that's so silly! i love my car!" she giggles, before abruptly stopping at the sight of his wide blue eyes staring at her in disbelief. "my car is perfectly fine! right, mick?"

mick blinks, swallowing the forming lump of guilt in his throat. he had no idea that the girl in the parking lot was going to be his teammate eventually.

oh god, and for him to assume that she's a marketing or pr intern? how humiliating. how would he feel if someone were to think that of his sister was a mere backend worker when she is something more?

"yes," he answers by default, not really remembering what she was asking him. he immediately pushes himself up to his feet and extends a hand to her first. "i'm sorry. i don't believe i got your name in the parking lot – i didn't know you were going to be my teammate. i'm so sorry."

"oh, don't worry about it. it happens a lot." she introduces herself before quickly walking away, running over to the empty seat next to him.

mick huffs, grinning at her father before he takes a seat. but the entire time, all he can think of is how embarrassed he is for misjudging her. "you don't care that i didn't take you for a driver at first?"

she looks off blankly, pressing her lips together before shaking her head. she turns to him again. "it's not like i told you," she grins. "anyway, do you like japanese curry? that's my favourite – i'll make you some when we meet again for pre-season."

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tojisun · 6 months

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biker!simon is slowly rotting my brain and i’m all here for it !! the way you write him makes me want to giggle and kick my feet 😵‍💫🫶🏼

so i just wanted to throw this idea out there…there was a tiktok video i saw (i couldn’t find it 😔) but it’s this couple on a bike and the backpack reaches forward and like…palms the the guy through his jeans and he holds her hand there for a sec and 👀 i just thought that fit for biker!simon

anyways !! love you and your writing

AHHHHH THATS SO HOT WHAT THE HELLLL??? no yea reader def does that <33 also? luv how u call her backpack!!! its such a cute nickname omgg!!! and thank u so so much my starlight <33 i love you too!

biker!simon mlist // suggestive - minors dni!! hinted exhibitionism bc simon n reader are nastily in luv!

you are simon’s good girl so, naturally, you usually don’t do this. but in your defence, it is dark outside, the roads empty except for sprinkles of other night riders that you two briefly share the road with.

it’s yet another late drive, you and simon having just left the meet up – easily one of the rowdiest you’ve ever been to.

when you told simon how heedy you’re feeling from the buzzing energy, he laughed and told you that it’s even more packed this time because of the upcoming rally. you oohed and aahed, and simon fondly rolled his eyes at your obvious cluelessness before steering you past strangers to introduce you to his other friends – alejandro, rudy, and that one big guy who insists on being called konig.

“nice to meet you katzchen,” he said, taking your arm up to bump it on the mouth of his helmet – something he never took off for the whole day.

“nice to meet you too! although i didn’t quite catch that- what’s it that you said last?”

konig’s eyes crinkled, his smile hidden by his helmet, before he let go of your hand and then disappeared into the masses.

what the fuck?

you turned to simon only to see him glaring at where konig used to stand.

“si?”

“it’s nothin’, sweet girl. wanna come meet up with mactavish?”

simon slows down to a stop in front of a red light, one of his hands leaving his handlebar to reach back to your thigh. it is a routine at this point – simon’s hand caressing your leg, gently massaging, his thumb pressing into tensed muscle, before squeezing once, twice, three times, before pulling away to hold his handlebar again once the light turns green.

it is a routine, but it still makes your heart jump to your throat, feeling the way his palm leaves burning trails at each glide. your arms tighten around his waist and you are sure that simon felt the way your breath hitched, but he continues on anyway – teasing touches gaining purpose, sliding up-down, before gripping whatever flesh he can. you bump your helmet to his back, a muffled whine sitting in the base of your throat, feeling your lungs wobble at his touch.

then, he hikes his hand up higher – this is new, something simon has never done before. has never dared to try, especially on the open road.

he tickles his touch up, kneading your muscle until his hand bumps into the swell of your ass. he gives it a squeeze, just a quick pressure, then he rips his hand off now that the light turns green. he revs his bike as a warning – just enough that you tighten your arms around him again – before speeding away, acting like he didn’t just send heat coursing through your veins.

you feel his stomach contract, muscles moving underneath his shirt, and-

oh.

simon’s laughing.

the haze in you shifts, snapping into something playful. teasing.

you wait until his silent chuckles dissipate, pretending to still be overtaken by his slyness and making him think that you are still unable to move on. well, perhaps there is truth to your lie because yes you are unable to move on, but you hope to hell he wouldn’t be able to as well.

he takes a right turn, his bike dipping close to the asphalt, the sound of his engine purring beautifully, and you think: this is it.

time to reward your big boy.

your touches start off slow. gradual.

you loosen your arms around his waist, easing your gloved hands off from where they laid tangled together to plant the flat of your palms on simon’s stomach. you feel his abdomen jump, not anticipating the shift in your hold, and you bite on your bottom lip to smother a giggle.

simon tilts his helmeted head, confused, but you ignore him, busy mapping the hard muscles of his abdomen with kitten-light swipes. one of your hands rises up to caress his chest, swiping a hand between his pecs before falling back to his belly. the other – and this one makes you breathless too – falls to his lap, rubbing at his thigh before swiping it towards his pelvis only to swipe it back out as though you weren’t close to cupping him through his jeans.

your chest vibrates with something guttural and it takes you a heartbeat to realize you were not the one emitting the sound. it was coming from simon, a sound so deep it reverberates between where the two of you are pressed.

the chuckles leave your lips this time around, unable to hold it in anymore. unconsciously, your hand grazes the half-formed tent underneath his jeans, and simon does that rumbling sound again that just heightens your elation.

you are still reeling over your mini revenge that you don’t notice simon taking a new turn, his bike roaring as it speeds through narrow roads and into a dimly-lit and certainly abandoned parking lot.

what-

“si?” you ask, confusion rising when simon turns his engine off before tapping your leg to signal you to get off.

you do, clamouring up, eyes wide as you watch simon follow. he pulls his helmet off and straps it on his bike before twisting his body to face you.

his eyes crinkle, glinting with something dangerous, and you know he’s grinning underneath his balaclava. desire shoots through your spine, realizing where he’s going with this.

simon laughs, seeing the way you straightened up, alert even when something carnal thrums within your veins.

“that’s right, princess,” he rumbles, his voice thick with want, as he unbuckles his belt. “y’r gonna finish what y’started, aren’t you?”

you nod, already pulling your helmet off your head and wobbling towards him on weak knees. simon takes your helmet from you, his hands brushing against yours, and just before you can kneel down in front of him, simon coos, “knew you are my good girl.”

#suns.f #biker!simon #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #suns #luvr-bunnyy #ask #AHHHHH HOPE U LIKE THIS ONE MY LUV

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melobin · 3 months

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જ⁀➴ nuts and bolts 𐙚 sungchan

part of the riize as porn plots series.

summary - your car has been acting up all week so you finally decide to take it to the garage after work, lucky for you there’s only one person there and you’re his last customer of the day.

wc - 4.3k

warnings - mechanic!sungchan x customer!femalereader, dom sungchan, strength kink, size kink, choking, unprotected sex, rough sex, praise, hair pulling, biting, finger sucking, manhandling, face fucking, oral sex f and m receiving, cum eating, heavy use of good girl

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the garage was colder than you expected, even with the shutter door down there was still a chill in the air. you guessed that’s what you got for taking your car to be fixed so late into the evening. there wasn’t many garages that stayed open past five pm, you were lucky to have found the one you did. extra mile, it was a privately owned business, the only one of its kind, so its hours were a little more flexible than the big branded ones. it’s slogan was something along the lines of, we will always go the extra mile for you, so you hoped you weren’t about to be scammed.

when you called up a man answered, he sounded young, he told you that they stayed open till late and that he had no one else booked in for the evening so you could come in whenever. when you got there, you assumed the same man that answered the phone had also let you in, he closed the shutter door behind you once you parked your car inside of the garage.

“thank you for seeing me so late” you spoke as you got out of your car, seven pm wasn’t the ideal time for anyone to be working so you were thankful.

“of course, what kind of gentleman would i be if i didn’t help a lady in need?” you finally looked up at him once he spoke, you weren’t sure what kind of man you were expecting to see but it wasn’t that “i’m sungchan” you smiled at him, introducing yourself back before taking a proper look at him. sungchan was gorgeous, from head to toe. his eyes sparkled as he looked at you, a soft smile gracing his pretty face. soft brown hair styled messily, he’s probably been running his fingers through it all day, he also happened to be insanely tall.

you did wish you didn’t look further down his body though, he must’ve had a long day. his overalls were tied around his hips leaving his upper half only clad by a thin, dirty, white tank top. it stuck to his body, you weren’t sure if it was just that tight or if it was from the sweat that had accumulated against his skin, but either way it fit him perfectly. a little too perfectly, you could see the ridges of his abs through the material and it was hard to miss the way it creased between his pecs. letting your eyes flick to his arms was your downfall, sweat caused them to glisten under the dull lights of the room. they were thick, muscly, they bulged due to the way he had his arms crossed in front of his chest.

sungchan was delicious, in every way. although sitting in a cold garage waiting for your car to be fixed wasn’t your ideal way of spending your evening after a long day at work, you were not about to complain about being left alone with sungchan for a few hours. you noticed the way the corner of his lip twitched from a smile into a subtle smirk once you let your eyes wander back to his face, you knew he’d caught you checking him out but it didn’t phase you; with how he looked, he must’ve had women falling to their feet for him all day long.

“so what seems to be the problem, sweetheart?” sungchan’s head gently tilted to one side, the same sweet smile from before returning to his lips. you tried to ignore the way the pet name made you feel, even though you were sure it was normal to feel nervous over an attractive man calling you sweetheart.

“well” you thought for a moment, realising you didn’t actually know how to explain the problem “there’s been this clicking sound coming from the engine when i’m driving, my friend said it would be good to come and get it checked out”

“has it been going on for long?”

“about a week now, i just haven’t had time to get it checked because all the garages tend to be shut by the time i finish work” sungchan nodded.

“i see, may i have you keys so i can take a look please?” you handed him your keys, trying to ignore the way his veins popped out in the back of his hand when he wrapped his fingers around your keys “you can take a seat in the desk chair over there, no one else is here so you’re okay to stay whilst i work on your car”

“thank you again sungchan” you sat down on the chair that was in front of the small desk just a little away from him, it looked like their reception, or well, what could be seen as a a reception in the small space that wasn’t taken by the car, their own interpretation of one perhaps. there was a laptop on the metal desk, the initial on the screen said s.e, you cursed yourself for being so nosy but you couldn’t help it. “i know it’s not ideal to be working so late” you looked back over at the man who had now popped open the hood of your car.

“it’s no problem” sungchan’s arms flexed as he lifted the bonnet up. you felt both your stomach churn and your mouth water at the site, there was no way you were going to be able to keep sane “my friend eunseok owns the place, it’s just me and him who work here. you sounded desperate when you called so i thought i’d stay behind to help you whilst he went home” eunseok must be s.e, you thought.

“small business?” sungchan laughed, hands working on something near the engine of your car as he looked over at you, quickly noticing the way your eyes were glued to his arm.

“you could say that, we’re just some dodgy, side of the road garage that people think is a scam” you did think it was a scam “but we’re genuine people, we’d never hurt anybody” he looked back down at your car as he continued working on it. “what do you do? you said you work all day”

“family owned restaurant not that far from here, a few people have been away these past few weeks so i’ve had to fill in for them. been working everyday so i never got the chance to properly get my car checked”

“do you enjoy it?”

“i don’t dislike it, it’s just not what i want to do forever”

“what do you want to do forever?” you leaned back in the chair, it moved slightly due to the wheels.

“i don’t know, something exciting” sungchan laughed at your response before letting you continue “anything from an air hostess to a porn star at this point”

“you think being a porn star would be exciting?” sungchan stood up straight, reaching over to get a tool from his box, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. you struggled to tear your own away from his arms though, not being able to stop thinking about how strong he looked.

“not a full blown famous porn star who does coke and fucks guys with medically enlarged dicks” sungchan laughed again, you were begining it really enjoy that sound “an amateur one who works for herself and only has one partner”

“well, if you ever need a partner i wouldn’t mind getting a part time job” you giggled, giggled, at his response, you almost wanted to slap yourself for having such a response.

“i’ll keep it in mind” you thought for a moment “if you ever need a receptionist, just let me know”

“are you trying to recreate a receptionist and mechanic porn?”

“no, i think maybe a porn where the customer thanks her mechanic by giving him an extra special tip would be more appropriate” sungchan poked his tongue against his inner cheek, chuckling at what you were suggesting.

“well sweetheart” he stood up and closed the hood of your car, walking over to where you sat and dropping your keys onto the desk before leaning over you to use the laptop. he was so close to you, the top of his tank top fell down as he leaned over, revealing his toned stomach to your eyes. your thighs pressed together on their own, fuck he was hot. sungchan pressed a few buttons on his mouse before looking down at you, he was towering over you from where he was positioned, hair falling into his eyes “that’s a video i’d rather we kept between ourselves, no one would want to share a pretty little thing like you”

“are there cameras in here?” your voice was quieter than before, sungchan shook his head.

“not one” your eyes fell from his face to his crotch, this was the first time you’d noticed that he was hard, you could see the outline of his cock through his overalls. he was big. your eyes flicked back up to his face before he leaned down and kissed you. it was somewhat of an awkward kiss, you’d imagined the position was making his strain his back due to how tall he was, but it still felt incredible. it was wet, messy, intense, it told you that he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him. he pulled away not long after, hand reaching down to cup your cheek.

“you know what i think, sweetheart” it sounded as if there was real honey oozing from his voice, you were hooked.

“hmm?” your hands went up to his shoulders, fingers wandering down the skin of his arms, stopping at his bicep. you had to bite back a moan when you felt them flex under your grip “what do you think?” your eyes stayed on his, mouth going dry at the sight of his features growing sharper.

“i think” his hand fell from your cheek to your jaw, he held it softly in his hand before tightening his grip and pulling you forward harshly, your hands went to his chest, his lip were close to yours “i think a girl as sweet and put together as you, secretly likes to be fucked rough” you whimpered at his words, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you up off of the chair, pressing you back against the desk when he did. the metal dug into your back but you didn’t care, you were too distracted by sungchan.

“and what if i do?” he leaned forward, tongue poking out and touching the base of your neck, he licked a slow, wet stripe up the skin until he reached just below your ear.

“you should let me do it” your fingers curled around the thin fabric of his tank top.

“please” sungchan laughed against your neck, lips parting so he could press them against it.

“who knew you’d be so easy” he spoke in between wet kisses against your skin.

“i don’t sleep around, sungchan” he lifted his head, hand still holding your jaw. he brought his thumb up to press against your lips, you parted your lips to welcome it into your mouth.

“oh? so i’m a special circumstance”

“i just” you whined, his hand fell from your waist to grip your ass, thumb pulling out of your mouth to press against your bottom lip, wetting it “need you so bad”

“so you’re easy for me?”

“just for you” it came out as a whimper as he squeezed your ass again.

“good girl” his fingers left your jaw and joined his other hand on your ass, he lifted you to sit on the desk, pushing your legs apart so he could stand between them. he pulled you forward until you were sat on the edge of it, chest flat against his as he kissed you again. your hands went to his hair, fingers tangling in the messy strands. you couldn’t help but gasp against his lips when he pressed himself against you, the feeling of his cock against you made your legs feel weak, you were lucky that you were sat down otherwise you were sure you would’ve fell.

sungchan’s lips were rough against yours, his tongue felt hot in your mouth, pressing against yours. he had dominated you with such simple actions, it left you in anticipation for more. from what you’d seen already, you knew he wasn’t going to disappoint, especially not with how small he had already made you feel.

his fingers hooked into the hem of your trousers, trailing under the thin strap of your underwear in the process. he pulled them off of your skin, easily liting you up to pull them off of your legs before sitting you back on the desk. you winced at the feeling of the cold metal against your heated skin, sungchan laughed, letting his lips break from yours as he spread your legs apart a little wider, finger dropping down to press into your slit.

“soaked” he tutted, a smile playing on his lips “want me that bad don’t you, sweetheart” it wasn’t a question, he was telling you that he knew how bad you wanted him and he wasn’t wrong. he slowly slid his finger up to your clit, circling the swollen nub, pressing down on it, you squirmed. sungchan was watching you carefully, how you breathed heavily when he put pressure on your clit, how your fingers trailed down and dug into his arms when he pressed two fingers against it and began rubbing it in steadier, quicker circles. you whimpered when he placed his lips onto yours again, nails digging into his flesh when his fingers moved down your cunt and pressed against your hole.

he pushed his tongue into your mouth at the same time that he pushed his middle finger inside of you. sungchan groaned against your lips when he felt you wrap around his finger, so warm and wet, so inviting. he couldn’t wait to feel the way your walls would squeeze around his cock, you were already such a good girl, he knew you’d take all of him so well. his finger pressed deeper inside of you, your fingers curling into his hair at the intrusion.

“feel so little” he moaned against your lips, finger thrusting into you a few times “gonna feel like heaven when you’re struggling to take my cock” his words, along with the feeling of his second finger pushing into you, made you whimper, you found yourself spreading your thighs further apart, pressing yourself closer to him just to feel his fingers deeper inside of you. sungchan broke the kiss and buried his head in your neck, fingers curling up as he attached his lips to your neck, teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh. you moaned, walls clenching around his fingers due to the slight pain of his teeth.

he pulled his fingers out of you relatively quickly, not letting you savour the moment of them for much longer. you could only whine when he did, already hating not having some part of him inside of you. sungchan laughed into the kiss before he broke it, letting his lips slowly part from yours, a string of salvia still connecting the two of you. he looked at you for a few moments, eyes focused on the way your wet, swollen lips were parted. deep, heavy breaths falling from them. he wanted his cock between them.

his need got the better of him and he pulled you off of the desk, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass as he did. sungchan knew how easy it would’ve been for him to simply slide his cock into you whilst you were sat at the desk, but he was too enthralled with the idea of sliding his cock between your pretty lips. he would’ve done anything in that moment to see you looking up at him with your sweet eyes, full of tears as you take his thick cock down your throat. my good girl, he hummed to himself at the thought of it, the thought of what he could train you into becoming if you let him. but that was for another day, not of the day you just met.

“get on your knees for me, won’t you sweetheart?” you didn’t respond verbally, you just found yourself instinctively following his words, letting your knees fall to the cold, hard concrete of the floor below you. it was going to leave you aching and probably bruised, but the sheer amount of need you felt inside of you for sungchan clouded your better judgement. your mouth watered at the thought of having his cock on your tongue and that was enough for you to ignore any pain “so compliant and sweet” his hand found its way to your jaw, thumb pressing against your bottom lip “such a good girl”.

sungchan was still fully clothed when you sank to your knees, you waited for him to let go of your jaw before you changed that. fingers finger the sleeves of his overalls that he had tied around his waist in order to keep them on his body, they fell to the floor with ease, revealing the bare lower half of his body to your surprised eyes. you hadn’t expected him to have nothing else on under them, it shocked you that you were greeted with his hard, bare cock but you couldn’t complain, seeing him only made you want to taste him more.

“you’re so big” it came out as a whimper as you wrapped your hand around his cock, sungchan had to hold himself back from moaning when he saw how small your hand looked around it. he couldn’t find it in himself to take his eyes off of you, especially not when you took his cock into your mouth, lips wrapping around the thick head. sungchan groaned as your warm mouth consumed him, hands finding your hair immediately, needing something to grip onto as you sucked his cock.

you wanted take all of him into your mouth as soon as possible, feeling an undeniable craving for his cock that needed to be helped, one that could only be fixed by swallowing around his cock and getting to taste every drop of precum that seeps out. you got what you wanted too, once his fingers found your hair they stayed there and it wasn’t long until his hips were bucking forward against you, cock inching deeper into your mouth with each thrust. he still kept his eyes on you, mesmerised by how eagerly you were taking him.

“sweet fucking mouth was made for my cock fuck” he groaned as he spoke, fucking your mouth a little quicker, squeezing your hair a little tighter as he did, he didn’t want to cum though, he couldn’t, he needed to wait until he had your cunt wrapped around his cock first. “if im cumming today then i’m cumming inside of your sweet little cunt, not your mouth, sweetheart” his grip on your hair tightened a little, he pulled you to your feet by it, the action made you wince but it only made you wetter. the roughness, the manhandling, it’s something you had never experienced quite to this intensity before but you loved every second of it, even more so because it was from sungchan.

you were unsure on what he was doing when he moved you, but you quickly realised when he pressed your front down against the hood of your car, hand only leaving your hair once the side of your face was pressed against the cold metal. his hand found it’s place on your back, other hand wrapping around his cock so he could guide himself into you.

“hope every time you get into this thing you think about the way i fucked you over it” he pressed the tip of his cock against your cunt, head slowly inching its way inside of you. the stretch made you moan, you desperately searched for something to grab on to but you found nothing, instead your hands balled together in fists near your head “sweet little thing like you needs to be thinking about how she got fucked brainless over her own car” sungchan pushed his cock deeper inside of you.

you could feel every inch of his cock, every vein that bulged out was pressing into your walls due to how tightly you were clenching around him. sungchan thought the way you were reacting to his cock was cute, god he needed to wreck you. he had to press his cock all the way inside of you, he was too curious to find out just how perfectly you’d wrap around him and how sweet you’d sound when you take him. well, you took him perfectly. to him, your pussy felt as if it was made especially for him, as if god took his time creating you so you’d be able to take him perfectly.

he noticed the way your hands were balled in fists, how you still manically searched for something, anything to hold on to as he slowly moved dragged his cock between your walls. he leaned over you, cock shifting deeper when he did, his hands wrapped around your wrists, one in each hand, before he stood up properly. he had your arms stretched out behind your back, letting your hands wrap around his as he thrusted into you a little harder, testing the waters. he groaned as you clenched around his, wetness seeping out of you as he thrusted into you again.

the side of your face was still pressed against the hood of your car as he began fucking you properly, enjoying the way your desperate moans echoed throughout the garage, they mixed so beautifully with the sound of your cunt getting fucked stupid. wet, raw, squelching sounds came from where his cock was entering you repeatedly, the sounds bounced off of the walls and back to sungchan’s ears. any sound that came from you was beautiful, it took everything in him to not press his cock deeper inside of you and spill his cum into you then and there.

though, sungchan knew he wasn’t going to last long, there was no way he could with the way you were squeezing around him. the feeling of your cunt as well as the feeling of your lips from earlier on had him edging close with each thrust. but he wanted to fuck you for just a little bit longer, wanted to have his skin slapping against yours and feel your nails dig into his flesh a little more. you were lost in the way he was fucking you, everything felt so good, so intense. he stretched you out perfectly, pounded the tip of his cock against every part of you that had your thighs shaking and your cunt begging for a release.

you were more focused on him cumming though, wanting to feel him spill every last drop of his cum inside of you, wanting him to fill you up until it was dripping out of you. it would be a memory you’d never forget, so you wanted it out of him as soon as possible.

“sungchannie” you whined, head spinning at the sound of your skin slapping together “need your cum” sungchan let out what sounded like a moan, it was delicate and pretty yet so sinful “need you to fill me up” your voice was completely broken as you spoke to him, it just drove him to the edge. sungchan moaned when he let himself go, cock still fucking into you relentless as he let his cum shoot inside of you, fingers holding onto your wrists in what felt like a death grip. he’d tried his hardest to look down at where the two of you connected but he found himself throwing his head back, finally letting his orgasm take control of all of him.

he was silent as he stilled inside of you, the only thing you heard from him was heavy breathing. you weren’t sure what he was thinking but you were glad he’d given you what you wanted. but what he wanted, was to make you cum. there was no way he could let you leave without cumming, what kind of gentleman would he be if he sent such a pretty little thing on her way without having at least one orgasm.

it happened all too fast for you to process. you felt empty when sungchan pulled his cock out of you, it felt cold, but that changed when you felt his fingers press against your cum soaked cunt. he’d dropped to his knees, both hands moving to grab the sides of your ass so he could press his face against your pussy, tongue slipping out of his mouth so he could taste you. he moaned against you, lips being covered in your slick and his cum as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking on the swollen nub and letting his tongue flick over it. with how well he fucked you, you knew you wouldn’t last long.

“sungchan, fuck” you felt the knot in your stomach grow tighter, his tongue never stopped flicking against you, lips never leaving your clit as he let you cum into his mouth sungchan savoured every drop of your cum mixed together, groaning at the taste the two of you had created. it took him a few seconds to stand up, hands coming down to pull you off of your car and settle you in front of him. he looked down at you, a playful smile dancing across his lips.

“might have to call you up about that receptionist job, i know my friend would love you”.

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ferrstappen · 11 months

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Can I request petty jealous charles? He’s just quietly stewing in his anguish. I think it’s be funny if someone that he looks up to, like a musician or something, was flirting with his gf and this really upsets him. And he acts petty for a few days

a/n: sorry for the delay babeeee :( but here it issss. also this features Bad bunny bc I saw the pics of him arriving in Monaco and idk got the inspo. also we're going to pretend the last music challenge takes place after Monaco.

titi we don't care l Charles Leclerc

All eyes were on Monaco, and with good reason.

Engines roaring, cameras flashing, boat traffic (if that's a thing), Hollywood making their way from Cannes to the Principality, spotting old money meters away, most of them trying to get a word with Charles.

It was fine in the beginning, this wasn't the first Monaco GP you attended, but after the first free practice ended and Charles was grabbed from right to left, the Ferrari hospitality grabbing most of the attention of wealthy people, whispering how F1 was less exclusive by the day, too popularized, lousy celebrities getting an invite and they’d probably be present for Indy 500 and Le Mans. Shameful.

The same people were examining you, eyeing the “simple” Trina Turk dress and Bimba & Lola bag, gifted by Isa on your birthday, hanging from your arm, all before Charles PR manager approached to tell you he, the home hero, wouldn't be available until practices were over, too many press and meetings in between.

Then, a man with a glass of wine sat down next to you, telling you it was fucked up they wouldn't let the drivers prepare for what they were supposed to do, which was driving. Esta bien cabrón, those were his exact words.

He introduced himself as Benito, of course you knew him as Bad Bunny, his songs being everywhere and wasn't he dating Kendall Jenner?

He kept you entertained, bad mouthing the snotty people surrounding, stopping the conversation to greet people who approached him. Isa joined soon after, also shaking her head at the fact Carlos and Charles would have to spend almost the entire day worrying about media instead of resting and discussing strategies with the team for Sunday.

Conversation was easy, barely noticing the hospitality getting a bit more crowded, louder. It was the WhatsApp group with your girlfriends that got your attention, attaching pictures and asking what was going on between you and Bad Bunny. What?

Of course, Twitter was full of you laughing at something he said or before he pointed something funny or imitated a rich person making conversation on how quiet luxury was a trend now and how it wasn't fair for them, fucking Succession.

Suddenly, someone grabbed your waist from behind, making you jump because the only person allowed to grab you like that was supposed to be around somewhere, being interviewed or filming content, but you were wrong, a big grin appearing at the sight of Charles, full white and red, overall hanging on his waist and white Ferrari cap, hair fluffy from the heat and running his fingers through it.

"Bebé, I thought you'd be busy all the day," You kissed his lips, subtly squeezing his waist through the suit.

Yes, he was supposed to be busy until the day was over and you could head back home, but in-between interviews Charles checked his phone to the dismay of every PR worker in Ferrari, but his Twitter was filled with mentions of pictures. First they were pictures of you alone in the hospitality, Charles smiled knowing you were probably bored but stayed so he wouldn't be alone, but...

user1: Not Bad Bunny shooting his shot at Leclerc's girl 💀

user2: BENITO GET AWAY she's ms leclerc!!!11!

user3: damn, Charles Leclerc getting screwed by Ferrari and his girlfriend

user4: (y/n)'s probably bored af, Isa got to Monaco a couple of minutes ago and she's talking with Benito, big deal leave her alone she's there for Charles.

A strange feeling brewed in his stomach, he instantly knew he was jealous. Did he have a good reason? No, he trusted you and the relationship with his life, but he was obviously and painfully aware people wanted you; your good nature, gorgeous features, bright smile, perfectly shaped boobs... yes, it didn't sound fair when he left a trails of broken hearts and loving eyes everywhere he went, people being interested in F1 just because of his looks, but that was purely platonic, they didn't dare to make a move, but your case was different, he had seen with his own eyes how men tried to make their move right in front of him, he even made sure you always wore the gold necklace with a charm engraved with CL16 was visible.

Carlos, being part of the drivers' gossip network, eyed Charles' screen, whistling in a worried manner, telling him to be careful or he'd be listening to Bad Bunny songs about (y/n) on the radio.

"You know, there's pictures of Isa as well, look," Charles pointed out, annoyed by the teasing, but Carlos playfully dismissed him. "Hey, sorry but I have to get to the hospitality, I'm very overwhelmed and I need to see my girlfriend," Charles half lied; he wanted to see you, but just to let the second most streamed artist on Spotify know you were very loved and appreciated, and completely off limits.

Which takes him to the Ferrari hospitality.

"They gave us a couple of minutes before it's time for the last meeting," Charles tensed when noticing people were staring at him. "Why don't you wait at our lounge, bebé? It’s less crowded, Isa is there, Lorenzo and mum should be getting there soon,” he said in a hushed tone, but loud enough for the other man to hear. You nodded, getting up and collecting the small Bimba & Lola bag with some of the multiple passes and everything hanging from it.

"Oh, bebé, sorry. This is Benito, he was keeping me entertained," It was a bizarre situation, honestly, presenting a world-known singer to your boyfriend like he was a friend.

Charles squeezed your waist a bit tighter, shaking hands with the native from Puerto Rico. They exchanged a couple of words before someone approached the singer, making it easier for you to leave.

Charles was holding your hand a bit tighter than usual, maybe he was being protecting knowing people were watching every move. you asked him how the car felt, but he didn't give a real answer, just making a sound of approval.

That attitude carried on during the entire weekend, you thought it was the pressure of being home, past mistakes and bad luck haunting him. it ended when he crossed the finish line in first place, kissing you with tears on his eyes, relishing on being the home hero.

But two days later, he still had moments where he held his head a little taller, short answers and pretending he didn't hear you.

Charles knew he was being ridiculous, his fists tightening when some radio played a Bad Bunny song, even when one of them was voluntarily added by himself on a playlist, he had to take a deep breath. Irrational and disgusting behavior if you ask Charles, but he couldn't stop it. Not even when he saw you trying to hide the purple marks appearing on your hips.

He noticed your side of the bed dipped and light turned off, his back facing you as he pretended to be asleep, ignoring your soft chuckles. he didn't even flinch when your arms wrapped around his waist, placing your leg over his and loudly kissing his cheek.

"You are so cute when you're jealous," you told him, leaving another loud kiss, this time on his back.

"I'm not jealous!" He lied with a high-pitched voice, still not facing you.

"I know you are, but it's okay, it comes with having a girlfriend as incredible as me, you know?" This time Charles laughed, turning around and now placing his arms around your waist as yours moved to his neck.

"Shut up, he was flirting with you!" Charles argued.

"He was not! He actually saved me from a lot of creeps asking my name and whether I was free to grab a glass of wine or whatever,"

Charles knew that was the truth, he had witnessed it and was common talk between the drivers how their girlfriends and sisters were often approached by older men with not so good intentions.

Knowing he had no way to defend himself, he rolled his eyes at your giggles when your lips met his, but admiring him when he rolled on top of you, running your thumb through his cheeks.

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kittykattropicanna · 3 months

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imagine mechanic!simon fixin’ your car with parts that worth thousands but he doesn’t want your money, he wants something else HEHEHEHEHEHE

HEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHE right??????? Genius honestly.

mechanic!Simon would do anything for you :( but only when you obey him, be an obedient and listen..... he was doing you a favour by fucking you on top of your broken down shit box while the lads were on their lunch break, he saw how worked up and stressed you were, and you had the audacity to disobey him??? You want to get your car fixed free of charge? well, now you get nothing and he gets to take you however he wants, your job is to stand there and shut up like the good girl his training you to be ;)

TW: low-key public sex, thigh-fucking, orgasms denial, Si degrades you for being a needy, disobedient girl :( kinda humiliation, mean!Simon, age gap insinuated, Si shoves a dirty rage covered in grease in your mouth bc you won't stfu :(

Mechanic!Simon masterlist

Regular masterlist

You really aren’t well off, the savings you did have are definitely not accessible at the moment.

Your shitty ex had logged into your bank account the second he threw you out :( making sure you had nothing

He would always make you transfer him money for his crypto trading, he did it behind your back regularly meaning he new all of your information including your security passwords >:(

He had drained everything except £2.50 because “that’s all your worth” :((((((((

he was such a dick AHURGG >:(

Like Si promised, he checked out your car the next morning, taking you into the shop even though it was his day off.

Of course Johnny jumped at the opportunity to introduce himself, taking your hand and kissing it softly, wicked smile flashing across his face when he didn’t see a boyfriend accompanying you to the shop. :(((

An easy target in his eyes, you being with Si didn’t even cross his mind, a pretty, delicate thing like you wouldn’t be running around with a beast like Simon….it just didn’t make sense :(

Si stepping in almost immediately when he saw the way Gaz winked at you and licked his teeth, eyeing you up and down like a piece of meat :(

You were HIS….HE found you, nobody else, and that’s how its gonna stay >:(

Maybe a bit of insecurity flared up as well….they were younger then him, more your age….

Johnny was a ball of energy, looked like he could be plastered on the front of some health and fitness magazine and Gaz had a certain charm to him, the type that could make even the most independent women fall to their knees.

They couldn’t be more different to Si’s rough and grumpy demeanour :((((

But the second you clung to his side, quickly turning your face away from them, flushed red and overwhelmed, it all went away :3

His, he didn’t even have to tell you, you clung to him instinctively, ran to him for protection, looked for him when you needed safety ;)))

He wanted nothing more then to take you right there, show them both how he could make you cum in ways they couldn’t, even if they had the best vibrater in the world on their side, they couldn’t give you the satisfaction he could :3

Watch the jealousy and envy in their faces as he praised you for being such a good girl, his good girl :)))

He didn’t have to look at your car to know that it was absolutely rooted, a first week apprentice could see that it would cost thousands of pounds to fix, even then, you wouldn’t be getting the best parts on the market meaning it was only a matter of time before it broke down again and became undriveable :(

Quickly slamming the hood he turns to you with a sympathetic look :(

“Listen lovie, its gonna be at least £2000, and that’s jus’ for ya’ engine alone, I don’ even wanna get inta the rest of it cuz fixin’ it is gonna cost more then the car itself”

With teary eyes you tell him you can’t afford to fix it, let alone buy a new car, its the only real possession you have to your name other then your phone and clothes :((((

You needed a car, you needed a way to get to work and its not like you can afford to take the bus!!!

But don’t worry sweet girl, Si’s gonna make it all better :((

Slowly he lifts you onto the hood and slides his hands up your thighs with a rough groan, that tiny little skirt that he picked out for you this morning was a really good idea ;)

Moving your panties to the side, he drags his thick finger through your folds, a low chuckle leaving his lips as he collects your juices :3

Your cheeks go red at how wet you are :((((( you’re so easy to get going, such a dirty, dirty girl >:(

“Don’ play dumb sweethear’, saw ya’ watchin’ me like a piece of meat, rubbin’ those thighs together like a whore, I know when ma’ girl needs some lovin’”

Pushing his thick fingers into your heat, a small whimper leaving your mouth from the stretch :(

“Quite love, don’t want em’ to hear us do ya’?” A chuckle falling from his lips as he opens you up more, spreading you open and preparing you for another one of his big rough fingers :(((((

Pumping in and out of your wet cunt at an agonisingly slow pace, holding your hips down so you can’t buck or move closer to him :(( try to take more then what his giving you :(

His the one in control, so don’t even THINK about it >:(

You let out a loud squeak when he forcefully pushes a second finger into your tight pussy :((( wet squelching sounds fill the room :(((

The same men staring at you like a piece of meat only moments ago, eating their lunch in the break room at the other end of the shop, completely unaware that Si was having his way with you :(((

Stimulating your clit with his left hand, he looks up at you with a wicked smile

“Don’t ya’ make a noise love, old Johnny boy won’t have a problem watchin’ and im sure ya’ don’t want tha’” >:(

His such a tease :(((((

Begging him for his dick, moans and whimpers getting louder as you squirm with teary eyes :(((

But that’s your biggest mistake…..

You went against his orders, he told you not to make any noises, to keep it down, but because you’re a little brat, disrespectful after all his given you, food, a roof over your head, a warm bed, a man to protect you….you’re getting nothing >:(

“My cock Darlin’? Oh no, no, no, no. Ya’ see lovie, good girls get what they want, obedient girls get treated right, not selfish little sluts that can't do what they’re fuckin’ told”

Removing his fingers from you, he undoes his belt and takes out his stiff cock :(((((

Its so leaky, pre cum dripping down his shaft, Si pumps himself a couple times, a low groan falling from his lips as he forcefully turns you around slamming your body against the car

“Imma tell ya’ what ya’ gettin, I’m gonna fuck your thighs for my pleasure, not yours, and ya’ gonna shut up and take it, no squirmin’ or moanin’, ya’ just gonna stand here and take it”

Taking a dirty rag out of his back pocket that he uses to wipe his greasy hands, he slaps your cheek signalling to open your mouth, shoving the dirty fabric inbetween your lips with a sadistic chuckle

“There ya’ go petal, much better isn’t it? Finally listenin’”

His thrust between your thighs, the feeling of pre cum coating your pussy is satisfying, but it didn’t scratch the itch of what being filled by his girthy cock did :((((

Your moans fall silent against the dirty rag he shoved in your mouth, the only sound filling the shop being his low grunts and skin slapping against skin :((

His hard cock rubbing against your clit giving you little satisfaction, Si was so mean sometimes, but he was right, his always right :((((

He did so much for you and the very least you could do was follow his orders, you got to comfortable :((( trying to take charge and disobey him when he knows best, he always knows best >:(

You can tell his getting closer, his thrusts get sloppier and his quite grunts tern more strained :3

After a few more deep thrust between your wet and sloppy thighs the feeling of his hot ropes cover your pussy and drip down your inner thighs :(((

He didn’t even try and make you cum :( greedy girls don’t get pleasure, they’re used as fuck toys, walking fleashlights that don’t deserve orgasms :((

And you know his just doing what’s best for you, teaching you the hard way, the only way you would properly learn :((

He makes you walk past the break room and out of the shop with his sperm running down your legs, wet thighs sticking together making you uncomfortable as you take each step, hot, flushed and unsatisfied :(

Once you get back into his car he makes a call to a friend that owns a car dealership. Si has done so much for his mate, the least he can do is hand over a car, and that’s exactly what he does :3

Whatever his angel wants, his angel gets, unless she misbehaves :((((

Your orgasm is just going to have to wait till another time…..and don’t you even think about touching yourself……remember, obedient girls get to cum, not dirty, dirty sluts that don’t follow the rules <3

The thing about mechanic!Simon is that his not taking your shit, he has no time for your attitude and will put you in your place immediately :( his training you to be his pretty little house wife after all :3

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Part Four

Eddie had never seen it storm so bad.

That was a lie, but this storm did make it seem like all the storms he had weathered before were nothing but the sprinklers in front of the fancy yards on Maple Street.

The van rocked as a potentially hard gust of wind blew through and he had the to grit his teeth and grip the steering wheel with both hands as tried to keep the van steady.

He flicked on the flashers, waiting until he could see where he was going before pulling the van off to the side of the road to wait out the weather.

He had been driving for an hour and a half. He had probably two to three more hours to go according to the bored gas station attendant when he stopped to buy a soda and some chips.

It was hard to believe it was only noon with how dark the sky looked.

Eddie thought about what you might be doing, how your classes might be, and if you ever found yourself thinking about him.

Eddie wouldn’t even mind if your thoughts of him involved cursing his name, he would be happy just to be on your mind at all.

Sometimes you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone. Eddie had always laughed when Wayne said those words but now he knew.

He rested his head back on the seat, letting the sound of the wind and rain drown out his thoughts as he drifted off to sleep.

It was the sound of a blaring horn as a tractor trailer flew past the van that jolted him awake.

He had only been asleep for half an hour but it was a deep enough sleep that made him wake disoriented.

He rubbed his eyes, shaking off the sleep with a few nods of his head.

The rain had subsided enough that he could drive safely again towards you.

He turned the wheel left, pressed on the gas, and the van stalled as the engine died out.

Eddie turned the key over and over, waiting for it to come back to life miraculously but no such luck.

Eddie screamed a curse as he hit the steering wheel repeatedly with his palms until they ached.

He wasn’t going to make it to you.

“You gotta know when to quit, Ed’s.”

He followed your voice to where you sat in the passenger seat, feet propped on the dash and a notebook in your lap.

It was the last day of his first senior year that had ended in failure and he had been in a foul mood.

“So you agree that I should quit school all together,” he said in the memory and you rolled your eyes at him before flicking the notebook shut.

“No,” you drawled like it was obvious. “You gotta know when to quit beating yourself up. Don’t you think you’ve had enough? Give yourself a break.”

Memory him scoffed.

“I’m serious. Maybe this is all part of a bigger plan,” you said in a hushed tone.

“What plan is that?”

You hummed and popped a piece of gum in your mouth.

“I don’t know the plan. Maybe you were supposed to fail this year. Maybe it’s all part of your fate,” you said.

“Fate?”

“Yeah. Like maybe this hiccup in the road is keeping you from something else for a reason…”

Eddie frowned and rested his head against the steering wheel as he drowned at the memory.

“I don’t like her,” his girlfriend muttered quietly from where the sat on the couch in Steve’s living room.

“Who?” Eddie asked, genuinely confused because why wouldn’t she like any of his friends.

“Her,” she said, pointing to you.

You looked over at Eddie and smiled, wiggling your cup in the air at him.

Eddie’s brain short circuited.

You were laughing with Robin, minding your own business. He couldn’t possibly think of anything you could have done to make her not like you.

Hell, you two had barely spoken once and that was when he awkwardly introduced you.

“Why not?”

She shrugged, sipping on her drink. Eddie played it off, not thinking anything of it as he drank his own drink and stumbled upstairs with his girl later that night.

Fucking idiot.

“Like I said,” your voice whispered in his ear, “you gotta know when to quit.”

Eddie Munson walked the miles it took to get to the gas station, where he picked up a pay phone and called Wayne to come rescue him.

He didn’t come to you like a knight in shining armor. He didn’t grovel at your feet.

He did the only thing he was brave enough to do, which was go home and lie to his girlfriend about where he was.

And hope that whenever you came home from school he would be able to catch a glimpse of you.

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The end .

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Her Royal Highness. | George Russell

Pairing: George Russell x Royalty!Y/N

Prompt: Lewis introduces George to HRH Y/N the Princess of Wales during the British GP and the press seems to be hot on their heels.

Warnings: Religion(?)

Word count : 3481

HRH Series: Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

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MercedesAMGf1 Look who decided to stop by on her tour of the paddock @HRHPrincessofWales

HRHPrincessofWales Thank you for having me! Can't wait to be back soon 🥰

--- MercedesAMGF1 George still can't get over the fact you spoke to him...

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“Lewis! How incredible to see you again,” You say, wrapping your arms around him as he steps out of the Mercedes garage to greet you.

“Your highness,” He says bowing slightly.

“You know you don’t have to bother with that,” You remind him with a soft laugh.

“I know, I know, we haven’t spoken in so long,” He complains as he escorts you into the back of the garage, most of your security staying outside as there wouldn’t be enough room for all of them. Only your equerry, Adam, came in behind you.

“We really should catch up more often,” You say in agreement as you walk down the faux hallway and into the garage; all of the mechanics and engineers hard at work as it was less than an hour away from the first practice session.

“Your royal highness, a pleasure to meet you,” Toto Wolff, Mercedes’ Team principal, says to you, bowing slightly, just as Lewis had.

“Mr Wolff, amazing to finally meet you, Lewis has told me a lot about you,” You say, shaking his hand. “All good things I promise,” You add, assuringly.

“We’ll if he has been lying In sure over the next few hours I can set the record straight,” He jokes, putting a hand on Lewis’ shoulder, making all three of you laugh. You were acutely aware of the photographers outside the front of the garage having a field day with your conversation. The noise levels seeming to increase as an influx of new people enter…one of them must be the other driver, George.

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HRHPrincessOfWales Incredible experience at the British GP this weekend, it has definitely reignited my love of motorsport

Great to see some of the MotorsportUk's Girls on Track team and see the amazing work they are doing to encourage the future generation of young girls to get into STEM fields.

Thank you so much to @MercedesAMGF1 as well as @TotoWolff for giving me a tour of the garage and for asking the copious amounts of questions I had.

Amazing to see @LewisHamilton again and an absolute pleasure to meet @GeorgeRussell63 💙

GeorgeRussell63 The pleasure is all mine...hope to see you trackside again soon 😀

Username1 How does she get a reply from George and I don't???

--Username2 Probably because she's the PRINCESS OF ENGLAND???

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“George, come here for a minute; someone I want you to meet,” Lewis says to him, pulling him out of conversation with his press officer. He looks a little stunned as you turn to look at him, a wide smile spreading across your face as his eyes meet yours. Wow…where had they been hiding him…

“Mr Russell, honour to finally meet the guy who’s giving Lewis a run for his money here at Mercedes,” You say offering your hand to him.

“George, please, your highness,” He says bowing as well. “I’m just trying my best,” He says with a laugh as He firmly shakes your hand.

“-and doing a very good job of it, at least that’s what I’ve been told,” You reply with a smile.

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Paddock_Gossip_ @GeorgeRussell and @HRHPrincessofWales spotted embracing in the hallway of Georges Hotel room after the british grand prix.

Has George bagged himself an english princess?

Username3 So people can't hug anymore?

Username4 NEW WAG ALERT

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“-Darling have you see-,” George calls from the hallway as he walks towards you. You hold your finger up to him as he walks into the bedroom, motioning to the fact you were on the phone.

“-yes, I completely understand Lizzie. We honestly thought we were safe, I had no idea they were there. And you know that I have a sixth sense for this kind of thing,” You say to her as George takes a seat on the bed next to you. “So what are our options?” You ask, probably being able to guess what they were.

“We’ll to be completely honest; you have two options…the palace can either confirm the relationship; use those photos from that weekend away in Scotland as the official photos. Or, the palace can refuse to comment. There is no doubt that it is you and Mr Russell in those photos; so we can’t deny that it is the both of you,” She says, giving you a few moments to breath and think. “If you need to have a think, that’s fine, we don’t need a decision for a few hours,”

“Yeah, I’ll need to talk to George about this, I’ll call you back later Lizzie,” You say, George rubbing his thumb on your thigh, knowing you found it comforting. You end the call and drop the phone onto the bed.

“I take it that was about those photos?” He asks and you nod. “-and on the phone?”

“My head of PR, Lizzie. She’s amazing but doesn’t realise things can be complicated,” You say honestly; she had gotten you out of a few sticky situations, but never really considered the emotional toll it took on you.

“So what did she say?” He asks.

“We have two options. We confirm the relationship or we don’t say anything at all,” You say to him, moving to sit up a little straighter.

“I don’t love the saying nothing idea…you know how much time I spend in interviews, I can only dodge that question for so long. And is there such an issue with us going public? I feel we’ve done a pretty good job hiding it these last six months” He says with a cheeky smile as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Evidently not well enough…” You say, not quite sharing George’s sentiment.

“What’s the matter?” He asks, pulling you into his arms, wrapping them around you tightly.

“I just don’t know whether this is too soon…as you’ve said, we’ve only been together for six months. I quite like us just being us,” You tell him honestly as he starts to press kisses into your shoulder, pulling your collar down a little to expose the skin.

“Mmh, I do too… but a part of me would just love to be able to walk around holding your hand, telling the world you were mine and I was yours,” He says, starting to kiss up your neck.

“I love you,” You say quietly.

“I love you too Darling,” He replies, making the little butterflies in your stomach explode with excitement. “We’ll talk to Lizzie tomorrow, together,” He says as his hands start to run across your arms. “-right now though…I can think of better things to do,” He says, switching positions so you were now underneath him.

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KensingtonPalace OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT

The Palace are delighted to announce the ongoing relationship between HRH The Princess of Wales and Mr George Russell.

'We met through a mutual friend at the British grand prix and are very much enjoying getting to know each other. We both decided that this was the next step in our relationship and are looking forwards to what the future holds' - HRH The Princess of Wales

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“You don’t need to be nervous,” George whispers into your ear, pressing a kiss to the side of your head. His hand resting on your thigh, feeling how it was bouncing up and down. Something he knew you did when you were nervous.

“-I’m not…ok maybe I am a little bit,” You finally admit. “-but I think I’m perfectly within my right to be,” You add defensively as the driver comes to stop in George’s allocated spot; thankfully safe from the media for now.

“We’ve already announced that we’re dating, you can do this,” He assures you as the car doors are opened. The parking area was sealed off from the public so you didn’t have to worry about them until you entered the paddock. George took your hand into his as you started to walk towards it, slowly rubbing the back of your hand.

You both swiped your passes as you came to the gate, the chime of them opening seemed to attract everyone’s attention; it’s then that the flashing starts as every photographer in sight wants to get a picture of the two of you. You smile and wave as you were trained to do; sticking close to George’s side as you head straight for the Mercedes hospitality.

Friday went by very quickly; as you spent most of your time in conversation with Susie Wolff who was accompanying her husband, and kind of took you under her wing, showing you where everything was, the best places to watch practice from and most importantly - how to get from the hospitality to the garage without being hounded by the press.

Saturday was much more exciting than Friday as George warmed up for Qualifying. He had asked you to be in the Garage, wanting to see you in between sessions. He narrowly missed out on the front row but 3rd gave him a good position on the racing line; with Charles and Carlos ahead of him it was going to be a tough start, but George was more than happy with it, already setting his sights on a podium.

You were more nervous going into Sunday than you were arriving on Friday; you got these nerves every time you watched George race; but they were amplified by the fact you were there. You sat on a padded seat at the back of the garage, next to Aleix, George’s performance coach as he talked you through the track. Much in the same way he would George, explaining the technicalities of each turn. As much as you loved Adam, you thoroughly liked being surrounded by a larger group of people. Having Aleix and Georges PR officer aswell as his race engineer made things much more enjoyable.

You watched intently, amazed by his flawless pit stop only metres away from where you sat; listening to his voice as he spoke to his engineer, constantly updating each other on strategy and tire wear. You hid behind you hands as he came around the penultimate corner, only 0.002 behind Charles; skilfully managing to out break him on the last corner, putting them neck and neck as they speed towards the finish line. George just managing to beat him to it.

The garage erupted with cheers and celebration as the fireworks went off; George’s voice coming over the headset. “Get in!!! Stellar race guys, this one’s for you Darling,” He says, causing you to blush bright red as Toto wraps his arm around your shoulder. The whole team rushes down to parc ferme; George pulling off his helmet and running over to you. “I want to kiss you,” He says breathlessly and you just nod before he pulls you into him and locks his lips with yours.

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HRHPrincessofWales Amazing to be back in the paddock 💙

MercedesAMGF1 You're part of the family now! 💙

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You were laying in a hotel room together, on a Wednesday night; only hours before you would be trackside. “Darling,” George whispers into your ear. “-are you awake?” He adds kissing the back of your neck. He lay behind you, arms wrapped around your waist.

“Mmh, you ok?” You ask, rolling over to look at him.

“You know how much I love you…?” He asks you and you nod. “- this is not a proposal. But I want to spend my life with you,” He adds, kissing your neck. “I was just wondering what that would look like,” He asks, running his finger over your bare arm aimlessly.

“Well…until we did get married you would not be expected to undertake any royal duties; however if you wished to we could sort something out,” You start by saying, thinking things through before speaking again. “-and your future in racing would definitely be a conversation that would have to be had. Would you be able to continue, would you retire?” You say honestly. “You would move into Kensington Palace with me and would most likely be bestowed the title of Prince of Wales; I would assume that’s what my father would do, I’d be surprised if you were given anything else…” You say with a soft smile; giving George a few moments to think about what you had just said. “-the minor details being that you would relinquish most control over your social media, you would be limited on what interviews you can give; your security will be increased…we would share Adam as our family equerry,” You say, giving him the brief overview; knowing the depths of control the palace had, neither of you could properly comprehend.

“Do you want a family? I know it’s expected of you since you are the heir to the throne…but do you want to have children,” He asks, it had been mentioned briefly in the past but never asked fully.

“I do,” You say with a wide smile that soon spreads to George’s face. “I love children, and can only dream of having mini-me’s and mini-you’s running around,”

“Our children are going to be perfect,” He says kissing your forehead, when he pulls away you can see a question brewing in his head.

“What do you want to know? I’m an open book darling,” I say honestly.

“What happens when your father dies?” He asks, trying to ask it as casually as possible.

“Well, upon his death; I will ascend to the throne, becoming the reigning Monarch. We will then enter mourning, for society that will be around a week…for us it could be a month or so. Then about a year after he passes I will have my coronation; where I will officially become the Queen Regnant... It does get a bit more detailed than that, but that’s the majority of it,” You tell him. “-but we don’t need to worry about that for a while, my father is still fighting fit,” You add with a laugh as you wrap your leg around his waist and pull yourself towards him, closing the gap between you.

“I love you, and I will always love you,” He says, burying his head into your neck, kissing it gently.

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DailyMail HRH The Princess of Wales spotted with F1-star boyfriend George Russell at Sundays Wimbledon final.

After the announcement a few weeks ago made by Kensington Palace it was only a matter of time before they were spotted at their first royal engagement together.

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Now it was George’s turn to be nervous as we rode in the state cars towards Wimbledon. Unlike my first race it was just us in the car, the driver separated by a divider. “All we have to do is sit there and smile,” You remind him. “And we both like tennis so we can just get into that, block out everyone else,” I assure him, our hands intertwined as our motorcade moved through the streets. We moved quite quickly and arrived only a few minutes later. George stepped out first, offering me his hand as I climbed out of the car; being greeted by the Chairman of the Wimbledon Association as well as Roger Federer who would be joining us.

We walked through the building, making small talk between us as we were escorted towards centre court where the final would be taking place. Adam and George walk out first, taking their seats as Roger and yourself were going to be announced. He went first, taking the seat on the other side of where you would sit.

Trumpets started to announce you as the doors were opened. “The Royal Patron of Wimbledon; Her Royal Highness, The Princess of Wales,” The announcer says. Everybody in the stadium is standing as you walk down towards your seat. You give a polite wave before George takes you into his arms; pressing a kiss to your cheek before you all sit down.

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GeorgeRussell63 The past 6 years have been some of the best of my life; but they do say that all good things come to an end.

I want to thank Mercedes and Williams for all of the opportunities they have given me in my career; but Abu Dhabi will be my last race as a driver.

This was not a decision I made lightly; nor one I made on my own. After lengthy conversations with Y/N and our families about what the future looked like and none of those had racing in them. Nonetheless I am extremely excited about what the future does look like.

Thank you all for your continuing support.

George x

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A few years later

BBC - An Interview with HRH The Princess of Wales and Mr George Russell.

"Your highness, Mr Russell; how are you guys doing today?"

"We're great, excited to finally sit down with you," You say, smiling at George who was sat next to you, your hand wrapped in his.

"So George, tell me what it's been like, obviously you've been away from racing for two years, how tricky has that been?"

"Not very tricky, Y/N keeps me on my feet and my calendar busy," He says laughing. "-of course I miss racing, but I had achieved everything I wanted to achieve. I had won races, I won the drivers championship in my final season, there was nothing there for me anymore. And that seemed to come at the perfect time. We had been discussing the future and what that looked like, and that didn't involve me travelling around the world as much as I did," George answers honestly.

"Y/N, what's that been like for you?"

"Watching George race was terrifying so that part of me is grateful he retired, but I know how much it meant to him, and always will. So we have put things in place for the future that will allow him to retain that part of his life,"

"So what does the future hold for you both?"

George looks at you and you nod. "Well, as of last week, Y/N and I are engaged," He says, the both of you smiling from ear to ear. The interviewer was shocked that you would announce that on her show.

"Congratulations! Wow, that is amazing news!"

"Thank you, we're both really excited about our future together, the last couple of years showed us how much we truly loved and couldn't live without each other," You answer, squeezing George's hand.

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TheRoyalFamily A collection of incredible photos from the wedding of HRH The Princess of Wales and Mr Russell.

"As I father I am immensely glad that Y/N has found somebody to share her life with; and after spending time with George I knew for certain he is the right man for her. It is an honour to welcome him into the family and call him the new Prince of Wales,"

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“George William; Will you take this woman to be your wedded wife? to live together in accordance with God's holy law? Will you love her? Cherish her? and care for her in sickness and in health? forsaking all others to stay faithful to her, so long as you both shall live?” The Archbishop asks as you stand next to each other. Westminster cathedral filled with friends and family as well as the world's media as they watched on.

“I will,” He replies.

“Y/N Elizabeth Catherine Charlotte; Will you take this man to be your wedded husband? To live together in accordance with God's holy law, will you love him? Cherish him? And care for him in sickness and in health? Forsaking all others to stay faithful to him, so long as you both shall live?” He asks again, this time to you.

“I will,” You reply

“Who gives this woman to this man?” The Archbishop asks, your father stepping forwards. He presses a kiss to the back of your hand before passing it to the Archbishop who gives it to George.

“I, George William, take you, Y/N Elizabeth Catherine Charlotte, to be my wedded wife. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part; according to Gods holy law,” George repeats, phrase by phrase after the Archbishop. “With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee honour, and with all my worldly goods I thee share”

“I, Y/N Elizabeth Catherine Charlotte, take you, George William, to be my wedded husband. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part; according to Gods holy law,” You repeat. “With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee honour, and with all my worldly goods I thee share”

“In the sharing of vows, the exchanging of rings, and the joining of hands; I do now pronounce thee man and wife in the name of God the father, The son, and the holy spirit. Bless, preserve and keep you. Amen,” He finally says, neither of us able to contain the joy we were feeling. The service continued with hymns and prayer, ending with the national anthem.

“Not enough champagne for my liking,” George whispers into my ear, making you laugh.

Your sister walks towards the pair of you, handing you your bouquet of flowers before holding up the train of your dress. The clergy start the procession out as George takes your hand in his. You curtsy as you pass your father; George bowing next to you. His young cousins following behind you as page boy and flower girl. You smiled at everyone as you walked back down the aisle, struggling to believe you had just married George. Both of your families behind you, Georges mother walking alongside your father (something she had told you she was very nervous about) and your mother with his father; the crowds waiting outside the cathedral had grown since you had gone in just over an hour ago. Each one of them cheering and waving flags, showing their support for you.

You both climbed into the state carriage that would take you back through London and into Buckingham palace; every inch of street, 5 or 6 people deep as you went.

“What did we just do?” George asks with a smile on his face. You don’t answer him, just pressing your lips to his was a good enough response; the crowd loving it aswell. Once you reached Buckingham palace and both of you families had arrived you were all escorted up the stairs and into the balcony room. Even through the closed doors you could hear the crowds.

“Congratulations you two,” Your father says, wrapping his arms around you in a hug and shaking George’s hand. “Let’s do this thing,” He adds, making everyone laugh as the doors are opened.

Thanks for reading! This one wasn't inspired by a song but rather something that just popped into my head, it was meant to come out a few weeks ago but my laptop broke and you get the idea. Thanks, - E x

#f1 #f1 imagine #pierre gasly #pierre gasly x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #formula 1 imagine #formula one x reader #max verstappen #george russell x reader #george russel x reader #george russell #george russel imagine

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magicfootballstuff · 8 months

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First Day (alessia russo x reader)

Summary: In which Alessia joins Arsenal and you have to learn to navigate the new stage of your relationship at training.

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“I can’t wait for you to meet everyone,” you gush, as Alessia signals and turns her Mercedes into the drive that leads to the Arsenal training centre at London Colney. “Not just the girls, but the staff too.”

“Well, I did meet some of them already,” Alessia points out. “When I first signed. The physios, some of the training staff. Even some of the girls, like I’ve played against most of them before.”

“Yeah, but now you get to play with them.”

Alessia pulls up to the barrier that blocks entry into the training ground and waits as the porter emerges from his cabin and approaches the driver’s side window. As she lowers the window, you lean across the console in the middle of the car and give him a little wave.

“Morning Harry!” you greet him with a cheery wave. “This is Alessia, by the way.”

Harry smiles at you in recognition when he spots you in the passenger seat, then turns his attention to Alessia.

“You must be the girlfriend,” he says. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too,” says Alessia.

“Have a good day, girls!” he says, as he returns to his cabin to raise the barrier so that Alessia can drive through.

“The girlfriend?” Alessia says, as she drives through the gate and enters the car park. “Seriously? Is it going to be like that all day?”

She’s not actually mad at you, but you can tell she’s possibly a little disheartened that her first interaction with an Arsenal staff member on her first day has gone like that.

“It’s just that I talked about you so much last season,” you try to reassure Alessia. “It’s probably just weird for them to finally put a face to the name.”

She pulls into an empty space under your direction - there aren’t allocated spaces for players but there’s a certain amount of unspoken carpark politics about who can park where - then switches off the engine. You’re practically humming with excitement in the passenger seat and can’t get out of the car quick enough, eager to show Alessia around her new home and introduce her to more of her new colleagues.

As Alessia gets out of her side of the car, she looks a bit like a kid on the first day of school, eyes wide with a slight fear of the unknown and her teeth chewing at her lower lip.

“Nervous?” you ask, collecting both of your bags out of the back of the car before wandering around to her side.

“A little,” she admits with a nod. “It’s all brand new, isn’t it? But I’m sure I’ll settle in quickly.”

“Lucky you’ve got me to hold your hand,” you grin at her, doing exactly that and taking her hand in yours.

“Yeah, I am,” Alessia replies, her face cracking into a more relaxed smile, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

She’s so pretty that you forget where you are for a second, trapping her between your body and the side of her car as you lean in for a quick kiss.

A kiss that is interrupted before your lips can even meet by the obnoxious triple toot of a car horn.

“Oi oi!” Beth shouts through the open window of the newly arrived car, which Viv carefully pulls into the parking space next to Alessia’s. “The lovebirds are here already.”

You step back, putting a bit of space between yourself and Alessia as Beth gets out of Viv’s car, closely followed by Laura, who was in the back seat.

“Exactly what this team needs,” the Austrian says sarcastically. “Yet another couple.”

“She’s just kidding,” you reassure Alessia.

“She’s just salty that she’s still single,” Beth teases Laura, draping an arm around Laura’s shoulder and ruffling her hair affectionately. “We’ll find you someone soon, Laur, don’t worry. It’s good to see you again though, Lessi.”

“Yeah, you too,” Alessia agrees with a smile.

You follow Beth, Viv and Laura towards the training building, Alessia walking in step beside you.

When you get inside the building, you find a few more of your teammates, greeting the old ones with hugs and meeting a couple of the other new signings for the first time. Lotte’s there too, and Alessia greets one of her closest friends with a long embrace even though it’s been barely a week since they last saw each other at the end of the World Cup.

You’re almost bursting with pride as Alessia pulls away from Lotte and starts introducing herself to the rest of the team, watching your two worlds collide for the first time. It’s surreal to have Alessia here with you, to know that she’s going to be training and playing alongside you, sharing the same experiences and friends as you.

“Do you want me to give you a little tour?” you ask Alessia, once she’s finished having a bit of playful banter with Steph about the goal she scored in the World Cup semi final.

Alessia grimaces slightly, then says, “Sorry, I sort of promised Lotte she could show me around.”

“Oh,” you say, trying to mask the disappointment that washes over you. “Okay.”

You can’t have done a very good job at hiding your emotions, because Alessia reaches for your hand and reassures you, “It’s nothing against you. I just … if we’re attached at the hip all day then I worry people are just gonna know me as your girlfriend. And don’t get me wrong, I’m so proud of that, but I want them to get to know the real me too.”

“I get it,” you promise her with a nod. You nudge her away in the direction of Lotte, then say, “Go. I’ll see you later when we start training.”

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You understand Alessia’s reasoning, even if you’re a little disappointed when she keeps her distance during training too.

She’s not ignoring you, far from it in fact, but she stands at the other end of the line to you for the dreaded bleep test, then always seems to end up in different groups for the training drills that follow.

You’re so happy to see her with a smile on her face, joking around with people who have been your teammates for the last couple of years, but the longer training goes on, the greater your urge is to just skip over to her and ask her how she’s getting on.

You manage to resist the temptation - only just - but you’re struck by yet another blow of disappointment when Alessia sits on a different table at lunch, leaving you to sit with Beth, Viv, and a couple of the Scandinavians, watching Alessia and her new friends from afar.

“What’s up?” Viv asks, nudging you out of your trance with her foot under the table.

“Nothing,” you answer quickly, turning your attention back to your lunch.

“Alessia’s making new friends,” Beth answers on your behalf, shooting you a knowing look. “She’s sad that she’s no longer Lessi’s favourite Gooner.”

“That’s not even a little bit true,” you protest. “I’m happy she’s settling in already.”

“But…?” Beth asks, prompting you for more with a raise of her eyebrows.

You let out a sigh, then admit, “But I had this idea in my head that I’d get to show her around and introduce her to everybody. That we’d get to train together and hang out all the time now that we play for the same team.”

You hear Alessia’s laugh from across the room and glance over to watch as she creases up at something that Steph says.

“I’m glad she’s enjoying her first day, but I thought she’d be enjoying it with me, you know?” you explain.

Viv nods along thoughtfully, then says, “The thing is, if you spend all day at training together, then all evening at home together, you’re gonna get sick of each other pretty quickly.”

Beth nods along and adds, “Yeah, trust us on that one. And we’re both experts on dating a teammate. We know all the tricks to staying sane.”

“Apart from when we were out on the pitch, you’ve been glued to each other’s sides all day,” you point out.

“Yeah, and some days are like that,” Viv reasons with you.

“Some days she can’t get enough of me,” Beth jokes.

“And other days I want to strangle her by lunchtime,” Viv counters, rolling her eyes at Beth. “The trick is to find the balance. It takes time, but you’ll both figure it out.”

“Yeah, it took us a while,” Beth agrees with a nod. “I’m a bit like you, I thought I wanted to spend all day with Viv when we first got together but I learned that she likes a bit more space.”

“Especially when she wants to make a TikTok,” Viv jokes. “But the main thing is that it’s healthy to want space from each other. It doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you.”

You feel eyes on you and when you look up, Alessia is looking straight at you. Your eyes meet across the room like you’re seeing each other for the first time and your breath catches in your throat, still not quite used to the sight of Alessia in the new black training kit with the Arsenal badge displayed proudly on her chest. It’s just the two of you for a moment, her blue eyes piercing into your soul from the other side of the room, then her face breaks open into a big smile that you know is because of you and not anything that’s been said by one of the girls on her table, before she turns away.

Your heart does a little flip in your chest and you glance back down at your food, trying to smother the smile that threatens to break across your own face.

Unfortunately for you, Beth and Viv seem to have witnessed the entire interaction.

“Told you,” Viv says smugly.

“Yeah, we’re always right,” Beth announces.

Viv pushes her chair back and gets to her feet, collecting her tray as she says, “And that’s my cue to take my own advice before Beth’s head gets so big that it’s taking up all my personal space. I’ll catch you later.”

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You reflect on their words, feeling a little less weird about keeping your distance from Alessia for the rest of your day. Jonas holds an extended team meeting, first introducing the new signings (and so what if you clap a little more enthusiastically for Lessi than the others?) before he lays out his objectives for the season and starts talking about the Champions League qualifiers.

And before you know it, it’s the end of Alessia’s first day at Arsenal. She waits for you outside the dressing room once you’ve collected your things, pushing herself off the wall opposite when she sees you leaving the room with Katie.

“Hey, you,” she says, falling into step alongside you as you make your way back out to the car. “Want me to cook dinner tonight?”

Alessia a far better cook than you, probably thanks to those Italian genes and her Nonna’s influence in the kitchen, so you’re never going to turn down her cooking.

“Ooh, yes please.”

“Let’s stop at Tesco on the way home then. I think we need a few bits.”

It’s so cute, so domestic, and you really could get used to this. Living together, working together, doing the weekly food shop together - all little things that you didn’t get the luxury of doing together when she lived in Manchester. You’re never going to take that for granted again.

Remembering the conversation with Beth and Viv over lunch, as you climb back into the passenger seat of Alessia’s Mercedes, you say, “I’m sorry if I was smothering you a bit this morning.”

“Don’t be silly,” Alessia tries to reassure you, as she starts the engine and checks over her shoulder for cars as she reverses out of the space. “I know you were just excited and wanting to help me settle in.”

“Beth and Viv talked some sense into me at lunch,” you tell her. “All about boundaries and personal space.”

“From those two?” Alessia asks, glancing across at you to arch an eyebrow as her mouth curls upwards into a smile. “They were making such hearteyes at each other across the gym earlier.”

“That’s what I said!” you agree excitably. “But they do have a point. As excited as I am to have you on the team with me, I know it’s not reasonable to expect us to spend all our time together. Nor is it healthy.”

“It doesn’t mean we won’t ever spend time together at training,” Alessia reminds you. “Just not all the time. We’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, we will,” you nod.

Alessia follows the trail of cars slowly making their way out of the training facility and winds down her window at the gate.

“See you tomorrow!” she calls out of the window to Harry the porter.

He responds with a cheery wave and replies, “Good first day, Alessia?”

“Yeah, it was great, thanks.”

“I’m glad to hear it. Have a nice evening, girls.”

Alessia pulls through the gate and out onto the main road, then asks you, “You’ll be my partner in training tomorrow though, right?”

You can’t stop the grin from spreading across your cheeks.

“Just try and stop me.”

#alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #established relationship

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noirgl0w · 2 months

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Rafe Cameron having a good relationship with your father.

For as long as your father could remember, he had had a friend: Ward Cameron. They had both grown up in the same area of the Cut, they had done everything together, They had gone to school together, in the summer they hooked up with girls who were friends so they could continue hanging out together, They skipped classes together, they were pogues, they lived like pogues and your father never thought that could change.

But his friend was greedy, Ward asked your father for help to form a company at the time, but he didn't want to, your father was a conformist, he always had been and he preferred the life of a pogue, working as a mechanic earning a pittance and being able to enjoy the carefree life.

This was a sentiment Ward did not share, and it caused the two to grow apart. Your father watched as Ward began to treat the pogues who had once been his friends badly: everyone except him. But your father was a loyal guy, and he didn't want anything to do with kooks with a superiority complex, so he cut off his friendship with Ward, Even so, he went to Tannyhill from time to time to work, he fixed Ward's yacht or car engine because Ward paid him good money, and he and you needed it.

But your father and Big John were good friends, so you grew up totally estranged from Ward Cameron, or his family, totally unaware of the fact that Ward and your father had once been friends.

John B was always your first and best friend, your brother, and after that came the rest of the pogues.

Your father always hoped that you would take down one of the pogues, not John B, because that would be strange since he was like your brother, but I do hope that one day you would introduce him to JJ or Pope as your boyfriends. Once he even asked you if you were a lesbian because he saw how you spent too much time with Kiara.

Speaking of Kiara, her kook year came around, and she introduced you to Sarah Cameron, before the two of you fell out you became very good friends.

At Sarah's birthday party, while you were waiting for Kiara to arrive (she never did) you ran into a boy with baby blue eyes who introduced himself as Rafe, Sarah's brother.

And believe me, you tried to get away from him once Sarah and Kiara argued, because Sarah was still your friend, and you knew the things she said about him, Rafe couldn't be a good person at all.

But he managed to fall in love with you, and you two started dating after Kiara and Sarah became friends again and left you aside, the big bad Rafe taking care of you and taking you for a tour of the island club, the place you swore you would never go.

Everyone could see how he was different with you, how his gaze softened every time he saw you, every time you gave him a shell that you had found on the beach and that had reminded you of him, every time you held his hand or you kissed him on the cheek when people were around because you're too embarrassed to kiss him on the lips.

Your father almost fainted when he found out you were dating Ward's son, because there was no way Rafe was a good influence on you.

And being one was not, he often took drugs, got drunk or got into fights in front of you, but every time you hinted at wanting to do something like that his answer was a resounding no.

When you introduced Rafe to your father, at a bonfire that your father's group of pogue friends had organized and where most of the partygoers from Kildare were present, he tried to do everything he could to make your dad like him, and surprisingly it worked.

A couple of conversations about how Rafe worked at Ward's company were enough for Rafe to discover that your father didn't like his, so he changed strategy.

Talking to your father was like talking to Kelce or Topper, only he was more blunt and a little more foul-mouthed. They spent the entire day talking about engines, the last national surfing competition, the next beach party. So much that you even got jealous that your dad and Rafey got along so well, because you also wanted attention from both of them :(

So now, every time Rafe comes home you have to drag him to your bedroom, because once your father and him start talking there's no one to stop them and you had to sit on the couch petting your dog because the two of them were talking about 'boy things' that you don't even care about!

You never meant to say that, but you're definitely jealous of your father.

#obx #outer banks #rafe cameron #rafe imagine #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe x reader #drew starkey #god i need him

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bbyblair · 8 months

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small touches, pink cheeks.

charles leclerc x f!reader

pt.2!

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a/n: this is the first fic i’ve ever written so please excuse any mistakes or errors in my writing! Any tips are welcomed and very appreciated. hope you guys enjoy this! let me know if anyone would like a part two. <3

summary: the start of the 2023 season, Bahrain in early march. you'd recently joined the sky team, working as a news reporter and interviewer for your beloved sport.it's your first week and a mix of nerves and anticipation swirl together in your stomach. you're giddy to finally meet who you’d be working with for the next few months… but what happens when an instant connection sparks up between the new girl and Ferrari's golden boy?

warnings: light cursing, kind of angst? idk. sort of enemies to lovers? reader is annoyed at Charles :(

word count: 1.8k

thursday, march 2nd 2023.

a small breeze creeps through your window and goosebumps arise on your skin. you can hear your alarm angrily blaring on your phone, but you hadn't woken up yet fully and your brain was still in a haze. suddenly your eyes snap open as you realise what day it is. it's race week and you should be heading off to the airport in around three hours, shit.

you sigh the same dramatic sigh you had been doing since you were a little girl and roll your eyes. contemplating whether or not to risk another five minutes of blissful sleep. luckily you come to your senses before making that grave mistake. your feet pad lightly across your bedroom floor and into the bathroom, you pause and look around your room realising that from now on you're going to be on the move for a solid 6 months. it's worth it though, this career you had been working toward since you were in high school, and you're proud of yourself to have finally got here.

the cool shower water finished off the job of waking you up and after spending a little too much time getting ready you were packed and heading off to the airport.

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the flight went quickly, considering the ample amounts of work you had to complete before landing, but you managed to get it all done on the plane with a little bit of rushing. you hadn't had time to travel much during your childhood or during college so you were practically squealing with excitement when you emerged from the plane and began your journey to the hotel you were staying in.

the taxi was stuffy and warm, and your excitement started to be replaced with nerves as you realised that soon you would be in the heat of the paddock, meeting with very important people and drivers.

you always had a natural ability to make people feel comfortable and this helped you in becoming an interviewer, plus the three years of journalism school you just about survived. It had been a wild ride, but you were finally here, in bahrain, about to be introduced to your new life.

after getting yourself set up in your hotel and ready for the rest of the afternoon you began making your way over to the race venue. it was huge, but empty due to the fact that the race was in a few days. The only people around were a few race engineers and team members who were discussing strategy for the upcoming race. you were looking for someone in particular, your boss who you'd met before in london. stumbling through the paddock you finally found where the sky hq was situated and after making quick friends with the rest of your interviewing team, some of whom you knew from back home, you all decided to go out for some drinks.

the night moved fast and before you knew it you were making your way back to the hotel at an unreasonably late time and collapsed onto the bed, tiredness taking over your whole body.

friday , march 3rd 2023.

regret washed over your body as you woke up in your hotel room, your alarm blaring at you at a completely unreasonable time. you swiftly began getting ready for the day ahead, your first day. nerves overtake your body again completely during your short walk to the circuit, it was already swarming with fans, ready to watch the free practice after missing their sport for a few months. the staff entrance was hidden away and luckily not too busy, so you managed to sneak in on time.

you greeted your team who you'd already become quick friends with yesterday and they began briefing you on the timing of the day and when you would be interviewing the drivers. you had been told that this morning you were meant to go over to the ferraris section of the paddock and conduct a fun interview with leclerc and sainz. some silly questionnaire to test their knowledge of one another by asking them some, in your opinion, very personal questions. of course you smiled heartily and agreed, after all this was your job and you were excited to meet all of the drivers, having loved f1 since you were little.

you made your way over to the ferrari area, and you and the filming crew were kindly greeted by their pr team who directed into a room and informed you that the two drivers would be there shortly. nerves started to bubble up in your stomach, even though you were confident and knew that you were good at your job sometimes meeting new people stressed you out a little more than you liked to admit.

shuffling and muffled voices were heard outside of the door and the suddenly it opened and you were greeted with two handsome faces, both smiling politely at you and they outstretched their hands for you to take. you quickly grabbed the spaniards hand and shook it.

“mr sainz, its a pleasure to meet you, im y/n im going to be hosting your interview today.”

his smile grew a little wider and he chuckled, “please call me carlos, and its lovely to meet you too y/n.” you blushed a little at how he said your name in his accent and smiled at him. your eyes then landed on the monegasque next to you, his smile remained on his face but his eyes were unreadable and intimated you a little bit. his eyes raked over your form and then he also outstretched his hand. his grip was much firmer than carlos’ and he began speaking before you.

“charles, I'm looking forward to working with you y/n.” his eyes then returned to their initial softness and his grip loosed. you were a little taken aback but quickly composed yourself. you just simply nodded your head in response and softly spoke out a small “me too.”

that interaction stumped you, and you were clearly flustered but the rest of the interview went smoothly and you had played the quiz game, the two men laughing throughout and their childish rivalry entertained you more than you liked to admit. but throughout the interview you had felt charles' eyes on you more than once. once you dared to meet his gaze, but as soon as you did he quickly looked ack at his teammate and continued with the game nonchalantly.

maybe you were just making this up, you didn't know. but no one had ever looked at you the way charles did and it made an odd feeling rise up in your stomach.after the interview ended the two men shook your hand again and began to leave, having to get ready for free practice which was starting in a few hours.

the filming crew packed up and left. you turned your back and let out a sigh at the odd experience. shuffling through your bag for your phone you heard someone clear their throat behind you and your body snapped back and spun around. to your surprise charles was stood their. the same unreadable expression on his face which made your cheeks burn straight away. you looked around awkwardly, silence engulfed the room and you didn't know if you should say something to the driver or stay silent. his voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“sorry, i didnt mean to scare you.” he chuckled softly and his eyes creased, easing your nerves a little. the hint of his accent poked through his words, it was very attractive you had to admit.

“no , no its okay, can i help you with anything?” your voice came out harder than you imagined and more agitated than you felt. his expression hardened again and his smile fell, he shook his head.

“sorry, i just thought i forgot my phone.”

you stood there and looked about the room. you felt the atmosphere in the room change and as you looked at him more closely you could see the outline of his phone in his jean pocket. he didn't know you had noticed, and you were confused as to why he was really here. not wanting to drag on this interaction longer than needed you quickly picked up your bag and began to walk toward the door.

“I hope you find it.” you mumbled out.

suddenly his body was blocking the doorway and you stopped a few feet away from him. your face burning red and confused about his behaviour. “you are not going to help me look?” he smiled and a sneakily glint in his eye made your heart skip a beat. was he flirting with you? you were very up to date with the gossip and knew he had a suspected girlfriend so his behaviour was even more shocking to you.

“oh sorry.” you mumbled dumbly, not knowing what to say. you knew he had his phone and you weren't about to embarrass yourself by crawling all over the floor looking for it.

“i've got to edit this interview i'm afraid, so if you wouldn't mind letting me pass.” you looked down at the ground as you spoke and mentally cursed yourself at the fact that your voice came out much weaker than you intended.

“okay.” you could hear the smile in his voice, “i apologise ma douce.” my sweet. you didn't know what he had just called you but the french nickname paired with his voice made your heart sway and even more blush burned on your cheeks. he moved from the doorway with a charming smile and allowed you to pass through.

your feet felt like jelly underneath you but somehow you carried yourself through the paddock back to your work area, a smile gracing your pretty features at what had just happened. but you couldn't allow anything to happen and you knew that, he had a girlfriend and it was your job to interview him. this is so wrong you told yourself. sliding a hand over your face to try to compose yourself, you began to start editing the interview.

you paused in shock, watching over the footage you saw how charles gaze almost never left you throughout the whole interview. he was starting at you like an animal and you didn't know why. shock graced your features even more to see how he clearly was checking you out and when you spoke to carlos, his eyes even darkened in a overprotective manner. who was he to get so possessive over you? you had just met? anger started to replace the feelings of shock and you wanted to storm back into ferrari to give him a piece of your mind…

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pt2?

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc fluff #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #formula one fanfiction #formula 1 x reader #fluff #angst #light angst #x reader #enemies to lovers #forbidden love #forbidden romance

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olicitymckono · 3 months

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Verstappen's Heart

First Max X reader 😊

AN: All mistakes are mine

Warning: Mention of abuse.

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Working as Max Verstappen’s Personal Assistant was an opportunity of a life time. Yn was a young American/British woman who had grown up watching Formula 1 with her grandfather during her teens and knew more about the sport than anything else. She had been studying for her masters degree in administration and had been taking a break for the holidays when she had literally ran into Geri Halliwell the former Spice Girl and wife of Christian Horner, team principle for her favourite team Red Bull. The two women had got to talking and some how Yn found herself at dinner with the Horner’s and with a job as Max’s assistant. She had yet to meet the man and as the new season grew closer she found herself more and more nervous about the meeting. That day happened to be the day Max was leaving to join his team for some pre season training. Max had been busy talking to GP his engineer when Christian had introduced her to him. She had quickly realised that she need not have worried because Max was a really nice and genuine guy who made her feel at ease and accepted from the get go. She could definitely see them becoming fast friends. And she had been right.

Max had been quite intrigued by the young blond woman who had entered his life and he could not deny that she was good at her job. In just the space of a few short weeks she had managed to familiarise herself with his schedule and everything else that was important to him. One thing that really surprised him though was the fact that his father Jos seemed to like her as well. That might have to do with the fact that she stood up for herself and never allowed him to intimidate her. That first day when she had called out his father Max had never liked the girl more.

One person however who did not seem to take a liking to YN was Kelly, Max’s girlfriend. The fact that Penelope had taken to Yn didn’t do her any favours. Max was convinced that Kelly was just jealous and had called he out on it a few times but Kelly had been adamant that there was something off with the American/Brit.

Yn was by no means a bad person and was genuine in everything that she did but Kelly had been right at least slightly. Yn had a secret well not so much that she had to keep it hidden, it was just something she didn’t like talking about.

Two days before Qualifying Max had asked her to dinner. He wanted to thank her for the great job she was doing. She couldn’t deny that there was something about him that made her heart flutter. They had both had a lot of fun that night but the next day the media had a field day with pictures of them, all with the same question, “Was Max cheating on Kelly?”

Max and Yn decided to ignore it as it was the 21st century were a man and woman were allowed to be friends and true fans of Max and Formula 1 knew who she was and loved her just as much. Kelly on the other end was not impressed and she had caught the next flight to Jeddah. She had started a huge argument and demanded that Yn should be let go. Max equally pissed at the demands of his girlfriend refused and told Kelly that Yn was not going anywhere. The atmosphere between Kelly and Yn was thick and the fact that Max refused to get rid of the her. Kelly knew she had to do something herself. She hired a private investigator.

2 weeks later:

Max was busy getting ready for media day in Australia when Kelly came walking into his drivers room, a smile on her face. “I need to talk to you.”

“Hi yourself,” Max looked over at her. He was a little surprised she had wanted to come to this race as she usually missed this one due to her work schedule, but yesterday she had called him to say that she was on her way.

“Hey baby.” She kissed him deeply.

“What did you want to talk about?”

“Max, I know you like Yn but she isn’t who she says she is.”

Max sighed annoyed. “Kelly please I’m tired of your suspicions and accusations. I don’t know why you don’t like her and that’s fine but she is my co-worker and friend. You don’t have to like her.”

“I wish you could just listen to me for a change. Yn Logan doesn’t exists at least not till 6 years ago.”

“Not everyone posts their lives on social media Kelly.”

“I’m not talking about just social media. I mean she doesn’t exist anywhere. I hired a PI.”

“You what?” he snapped. “Are you out of your mind?”

She reached for him but he pulled away. “I’m trying to help you Max. This girl is dangerous.”

“No, you’re just jealous!”

“I’m not jealous. Oh her? Please.”

“I can’t believe this.”

“Listen she’ll find another job and that will be that. Like you said she’s good at what she does.”

“I’m not firing her Kelly.”

Kelly huffed, “Still? Just how good is she in bed?”

“Excuse me?” he was fuming.

“Well,” she crossed her arms annoyed. “there is no other reason you won’t get rid of her unless you’re sleeping with her.”

“He’s not.”

The couple turned towards where Yn was standing. She had been on her way to go over some possible questions he might have to answer when she had heard them arguing. She was going to turn back to give them some privacy when she had heard her name.

“Of course you would say that. Little slut trying to protect herself.”

“That’s enough Kelly!”

“I think you should ask that investigator for your money back.”

“You heard that?” Max asked looking a her. She nodded. “I’m sorry, Kelly had no right to do that.”

She shook her head, “It’s ok. She was looking out for you.” She turned to the Brazilian. “They didn’t do a good job though.”

“Why?”

“They didn’t look that hard. Up until 6 years ago my name was Yn Alexander when I was legally allowed to change my name. Logan is my grandmothers maiden name.”

“And why would you need to change your name?” Kelly asked sarcastically.

“Because I wanted to get as far away from my family as possible. I wanted to rid myself of any connection.”

“Why?”

“Kelly, stop.” Max could see how uncomfortable Yn was and he didn’t need an answer unless she wanted to share.

“My biological father died when I was 2. Killed in action. My mother remarried her boyfriend less then 8 months after my dad died. Turns out they had been having an affair while my dad was on tour. My step dad had my name changed to his. Which he decided was enough of a reason to take what he wanted. I was 4 when he touched me for the first time and 5 when he raped me for the first time.”

Kelly’s face fell, she had not been thinking anything like that. Max walked over to Yn and put an arm around her shoulders. “Yn I’m so sorry.” Kelly replied.

“My mom never believed me and choose him. So I got rid of that name. But thank you for making me relive all that.” She moved away from Max and hurriedly wiped her eyes. “The media is waiting Max. You need to get out there.” She turned and walked out the room.

“Max,” Kelly started but he simply put up his hand to stop her before leaving the room.

She was quiet during the media and avoided any unnecessary contact with him. Charles who had been in the same group as his friend picked up that something was a miss. “Is Yn okay?”

“No,” Max couldn’t take his eyes off the girl. “Kelly fucked up.”

“What do you mean?”

“Not my story to tell but she violated Yn’s privacy.”

“Why? Is she still acting jealous?”

“Yes.”

Charles nodded softly. “Can I asked you something without you getting mad?”

“Sure.”

“Do you like her?”

Max knew who he was asking about and it would have been easy to say no. But there was something there, he had realised it weeks ago but he had not said or done anything. He did love Kelly. Yn had this way about her, she was warm and caring. Everyone she met instantly connected with her. She never treated him like he was untouchable. She always saw him as just Max. He could be himself with her, something he had recently realised he was not able to be around Kelly anymore. She was too much of a wag and what that entailed that she had forgotten about her boyfriend and even at times her own child. “I do.”

Most of the weekend passed by uneventfully. Kelly, Max had noticed had made herself scarce and avoided Yn at all costs. She felt terrible for what she had done but she didn’t regret it, as she had just been trying to protect Max. But he was more worried about Yn. She didn’t spend anytime alone with him, making sure that she was the first to leave. He was worried he was going to lose her. And he was right.

After the race and celebrations for his win, Christian called him over. “Where’s YN?”

“She quit.”

Several weeks had passed since Australia and she was finally getting settled into a new job and routine back in Texas. She missed the races and the drivers especially Max but she had lived so long in a toxic situation and wouldn’t endure that again. Her feelings for Max was not easy as well. She had felt guilty for days for thinking that she had somehow made Kelly jealous, but soon enough she had realised that she hadn’t done anything wrong. No matter how much she had grown to like Max, she had never done anything inappropriate. Max had tried getting in touch with her over the weeks but she had ultimately decided to move past all of that and had simply sent him a message thanking him for everything and that she would miss him greatly before blocking his number. Charles on the other hand had become quite a good friend and had been keeping her up to date on the red bull driver. Just because she was gone didn’t mean that she had stopped caring about Max.

It was midway through the season and Max was doing well at least from a driving perspective. He was top of the championship and had yet to lose a race but that was because he had been determined to hide how sad and angry he was. Things with Kelly had soured significantly after Yn had left to the point were the two were barely talking to one another. The only thing in his relationship he cared about was Penelope. Most people wouldn’t have noticed the change in Max as he had always been focused and determined but both Charles and Christian knew something was wrong with the Dutchman and it had everything to do with his former PA. A week into the mid season break and Charles took the opportunity to help out his friend, both of them. He knew they had feelings for each other and deserved a chance regardless of what anyone said.

“Hey man, how is everything?” Charles asked one day over the phone. “How’s the break?”

Max sighed and Charles could tell he was tired. “Not great man. Kelly and I....it’s just exhausting.”

“Don’t you think maybe it’s time? You obviously don’t feel the same about her anymore. Why make yourself sick over a relationship that’s over?”

“I want to bit what about P?”

“Max I know you love that little girl but what about you? You’re in love with someone else. Someone who gets you and makes you feel like you matter. Not as a driver or athlete but as Max.”

“She doesn’t care about me.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“Charles, she blocked me from everything and hasn’t spoken to me since Australia which was months ago.”

“Because she was hurt. She hates her past and what happened to her. They way she had to tell you was not how she would have wanted to. In fact she might not have told anyone if she had the chance. Did you know the abuse lasted till she was 14?”

“What?”

“Yep, once a month for 9 years. Sometimes more. Her stepdad would lie in wait till her mom would be either out of town or too tired to notice. Each time threating her afterwards. She tried telling her mom but the woman refused to listen. It was only after her grandparents visited for the birth of her half brother that anyone helped her. Her grandfather woke up one night for something to drink when he saw her stepfather coming out of her room clothes not quite right. He had waited till the other man was back in his own room before he went into her and found her crying. She told him everything and when he confronted his daughter, you know what she said?”

“No,”

“Yn was a little liar and was trying to ruin her family and was jealous of her baby brother.”

“I would have killed that son of a bitch on the spot.”

“They removed her from the home and she changed her surname as soon as she turned 18. I’m sure you can imagine wanting to forget something like that as best as you can.”

“It’s terrible and I wish she could have gotten the chance to tell me on her own terms.”

“She asks about you all the time.”

“You talk to her?” Max asked now fully invested in the conversation.

“We’re friends.”

“How is she?”

“Aside from missing you for some reason, she’s doing okay. Lives in Austin. You should go see her. After you break up with Kelly. I like Penelope too but you can’t deny your own happiness because of her. She wouldn’t want you to.”

Max nodded before realising his friend couldn’t see him. “Will you help me?”

“What can I do to help?”

Yn was a little surprised that Charles had asked if he could come visit her for a week. Just days ago he had asked her to join him and Alexandra in Italy for a break but she had sadly had to decline do to work commitments. Although she was happy to get to see her friend again. He had arranged to met her at her apartment after work and now she was hurriedly trying to pull it together before they got there. She was just putting the last piece of her clothing away when she heard the door bell. “Coming.”

When she opened the door though the smile she had fell. “Hi Schat.”

“Max, what are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?”

“Sure,” she stepped aside allowing him in.

He looked around her apartment at everything that made sense. Her home represented her in every way. Minimalistic but classy and sophisticated. “Looks amazing.”

“Thank you. You still haven’t answered my question. Why are you here? And why do I get the feeling Charles has something to do with this?”

“Because he does. He was never coming. He was helping me.” He looked over her, drinking in the sight of her. He had missed her more than he could express. He walked towards her, stopping right in front of her.

The way he was looking at her cause her stomach to flip and the fact that he was so close to her wasn’t helping. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Why?” he asked reached a hand out and brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. The part of her skin he made contact with felt like it was on fire. “Because.”

“Because why? Are you afraid of me?”

“No,” she responded quickly shaking her head. “You just can’t look at me like you want to kiss me.”

“You’re not wrong there. I do want to kiss you. Have wanted to for weeks even before you left.”

“While as much I want that too you can’t.”

She made to move past him but he grabbed her hand and pulled her flush against his chest, lips mere inches from hers. “See now that’s where you are wrong.” He closed the distance and pressed his lips against hers. At first she wanted to resist but he was a really good kisser and it felt so good. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her up. Wrapping her legs around his waist he carried her to the couch lips never leaving hers.

Laying in his arms felt right but of course there was the elephant in the room. Kelly. Yn felt guilty that she had slept with a taken man. He could sense something was wrong as he lazily traced patterns down her bare arm. “I broke up with her.”

Yn lifted her head and looked at him, “You broke up with Kelly? Why?”

“Well, things had been weird between us since Australia but the main reason was because I fell in love with someone else.”

“Me?”

“No Danny,” he rolled his eyes playfully. “Of course you. I knew I felt something for a while but I knew for certain that I loved you after you left. Life just sucked.”

“I doubt that, you’re leading the championship.”

“Winning isn’t everything Schat. And truth is the more I won and you weren’t there by my side, the more it lost any appeal. My life is empty without you. Not to mention my cats miss you too.”

“Should have led with that.”

“Oh, so you love them more than me?”

She chuckled, “I didn’t say that.”

“And you didn’t say you didn’t love me too.”

“I do Max. I love you.”

“Come back. Be with me.”

“I want to but I have a contract and an apartment.”

“We’ll rent it out and use it for holidays. And as for your contract, Ill buy you out. I want you with me.”

“What about your new PA Greta?”

“I’m sure Danny will take her off my hands and she’ll be happy with that too.”

“What did you do?” Yn smiled knowingly.

“Nothing....too bad.”

She laughed, “You’re a stubborn man sometimes.”

“Exactly, which means I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“You make a tough offer to turn down. But I have one condition.”

“Let me have it.”

She shifted so that she was on top of him causing him to groan as she touch his sweet spot. “Can we keep this between us? The fact that we’re together, at least for the time being. Its so soon after you and Kelly split and I know how the fans can get.”

“I don’t care abut the fans, but I can do that for you. For a while a least. But we have to tell Charles and Alex. He is the reason we’re together. “

“Okay, we can tell them, and maybe Daniel, he is your best friend.”

“And Christian. I know he’ll be thrilled you’re back, second only to me.”

“Ok. I have one more request.”

“Mmm.”

“Do you think you can do that thing with your tongue again?”

In one swift move he had them turned over with him hovering over her. “Anything for you my liefie.”

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you like my girlfriend op81 & ls2

“admit it!” oscar says, putting his face right up against his friends, a scarily calm expression worn on his face.

“admit what?” logan replies, face screwing up in genuine confusion at the sudden exclamation from his friend.

“you like my girlfriend!”

oh, now logan understood.

time pauses as he collects his thoughts, oscar’s chest slowly rising waiting for the time to fall and then repeat the steps again.

‘had i really been that obvious?’ he thinks, wondering whether someone had caught his lingering gaze on you, panic taking over his mind and body.

he hadn’t meant to fall in love

he hadn’t meant to feel this way towards you, his best friends girlfriend, one he had been dating since what seems like forever, one that he had introduced into his friend group wanting you to make more friends, one that he loved wholeheartedly and now he had to go and screw things up by falling for the girl.

he thinks of ways to justify it but the only thing he comes up with is “well how’d you expect me not to? that girl is an angel and it’s not my fault that she swept me off my feet, so don’t think for one second i chose to like her more than i should. i thought at first it would just go away, but she’s everywhere and i’m sorry. i’m sorry that every time i close my eyes i think of me and her and not you and her and their best friend logan. trust me i’ve tried to get rid of this feeling but every time i try and run away she always reels me back in. i'm sorry oscar.”.

‘no that’s not good,’ he thinks ‘i’ll only just end up crying my eyes out as i speak and that’ll be no good’

so instead he says, with his eyes screwed tight.

“oh cmon, i mean am i attracted to her? sure. do my days feel better when i’m around her? yeah. does she get me in ways no woman ever has? indubitably. do i fantasise about her? yes, but only in two positions. look, am i the kind of guy who would try and steal someone else’s girlfriend? sure, of course but do i like her? the answer is no, you have nothing to worry about.”

oscar blinks as logan slowly peels his eyes open, staring at his friend.

“oh” oscar utters, his words being the only words he can manage to get out right now, still trying to process the words that logan has just told him, watching his best friend's chest rise up and down quickly, waiting in fear and anticipation of oscar's reaction.

what was oscar meant to say? did logan just expect him to put on his best smile and act as if he hadn’t just heard a confession all about the love he had for his girlfriend, someone that would always speak to logan on a night out? logan was someone that oscar trusted with his life and to know that man was harbouring love, no not love, more like an infatuation, the whole time for his girlfriend left him vulnerable and in a hole.

“oscar?” logan says, voice small and quiet, sounding more like a child than a twenty two year old.

“i’m just thinking.”

and that was true, he was thinking long and hard about where the two of them stood after the confession. if he forgave him and continued to be friends with him then he would always have to watch the two of them, looking for signs of logan still being in love with y/n.

maybe he could just end it all, their friendship he means, but it will leave a mark in his heart because no matter how hard he tries to deny it, logans have always been there and two, it wouldn’t only affect just his and logan's lives, but also y/n’s.

y/n, the only lifeline and rock he had left. his beautiful girlfriend that meant the world to him, the person that could make him smile on even the worst days. as he sits, he thinks about that one time after a bad race in f2, the time when was so angry with the world, ignoring everyone, everyone but her, his angel standing in a crowd of his engineers, each of them patting his back in sympathy, everyone but her. that was the day he realised he had found the person.

the person was the mystery woman his mother would always talk about whenever he was feeling down and upset or having struggles to think of happy thoughts to help him succumb to sleep. the person was the woman that every young little boy wishes they could marry and love, though when they grow up they realise that no such woman exists, well they do but they just end up with some stranger that always takes them for granted and yet the person never seems to realise because they really do love them.

now that he really thinks about it, he can’t help but feel like the dumbest person in the world for not having realised since their very first date together, that this was the woman he was destined to marry, he feels even more stupid that it took a confession of love from his best friend for him to realise.

“i-” oscar starts, “listen logan. i will never be able to forget today and the words that you’ve told me and our friendship probably won’t go back to how it was ten minutes ago but thank you, i know that if i were in your situation then maybe i would never have confessed and yet you did, i mean of course i had my suspicions so i would’ve been wary either way but shit sorry, i’m rambling but you know what i mean.”

“you’re lucky to have her, you know.” logan sighs, tears threatening to spill.

the thought of what could’ve happened if he had met you first always crosses his mind being the cause of many sleepless nights but it was worth it all. in this perfect world, oscar was the one that sent him over to talk to the pretty girl across the club, not the other way around. In his mind oscar was the one living with the constant pain of being the one in love with y/n and having to deal with the consequences of his own actions. in this world, logan would be the one on the receiving end of words of encouragement and kisses after a good race and a hug that speaks a thousand words when the race doesn’t go exactly as planned. in his mind logan didn’t have to sleep around as a way to fill the empty hole that y/n had accidentally created. if only he wasn’t a good friend.

“i know” oscar says back before a knock sounds out.

“come in” logan shouts out, thinking that it was an engineer telling oscar that one of his ‘mclaren buddies’ was wanting him to return to his garage.

it wasn’t.

it was just y/n.

just his luck.

“i knew you would be here!” her voice coos, hands reaching out to hug oscar, who quickly reciprocates the hug and wraps an arm around her waist.

“shows we’re meant to be.” oscar says back facing logan.

“must be.” y/n replies before turning towards the other person in the room, “hey logan! how are you?”

“i’m perfect y/n. just perfect.”

lies.

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