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Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader

In a world devastated by chaos and the threat of the undead, two destinies intertwine in an unexpected way. Ghost, a hardened ex-military man haunted by the horrors of war, encounters [reader], a lost and desolate young woman. With his experience and determination, Ghost decides to help her, and together they embark on a dangerous journey in search of a refugee center.

notes: English is not my first language, and I initially wrote this fanfic in Portuguese. With the help of online resources, I rewrote it in English.

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mail-order bride x simon "ghost" riley masterlist

this story is meant to be open-ended and vague. a collection of scenarios between simon and his mail-ordered bride.

cw: this piece isn't necessarily nsfw or dark, but i will not promise it won't contain these themes as these pieces are literally posted on the spot with random prompts (18+)

early delivery

no privacy

help wanted

get off my lawn

views

quiet hours

expectations

necessity

no past

laundry day

stars align

comfort place

summer heat

movie night

mirror thoughts

left behind

it's orange

oopsies

plan b

besties

lunch date

reality

dinner date

honesty

make a wish

#mail-order tag (lore + more lmao)

Simple Math masterlist

COD masterlist

You had a plan, but never could have anticipated… this.

Ghost/Soap/female reader - throuple fic Please read this post

AO3 / all works are 18+

Part One You meet your new patient, and his Ghost. Part Two Deep breath. Part Three " You'll be with him?" Part Four Sanctuary. Part Five Johnny tells you a secret Part Six Simon does some digging Part Seven You get caught in a spell Part Eight The rock and the hard place Part Nine Simon and Johnny make a discovery, and a promise. Part Ten Dinner date Part Eleven Welcome home Part Twelve One step forward, two steps back. Part Thirteen Confessions Part Fourteen what's in a name? Part Fifteen Try Part Sixteen Therapy

Timeline

Musings: Original ramble Follow up Q

Moodboard and playlist

Cherry Bomb Masterlist

poly 141 x reader - tattoo parlor au

MDNI | Anthology

Ao3

New Girl

Piercings and Puns

Bubble Tea

“Girl Problems”

Night Out

Where…?

Firsts

Nobody’s Son, Nobody’s Daughter

The Expo

Ten

I don’t currently do taglists, sorry!

Pilot!Reader x TF 141

Friendship Headcanons

Warnings: cursing

Words spread like fire about your amazing skills in the air. Every team that got assigned to you and your helicopter comes back home safe and sound.

Captain Price demands your transfer to his team after you had the honor to do a mission with the Task Force 141. He only chooses the best of the best to work with.

“John! You can’t demand every good soldier I have for your team.” – “Laswell, I can and I will~”

Needless to say, but Laswell is more than pissed since you are one of the best pilots if not the best pilot on the base, but Price always get what he wants.

With your quite sassy and funny demeanor you win the hearts of the tough men rather quickly.

“Dear Task Force 141, this is your pilot speaking. If you look to the right side of the helicopter you can see Eagle 3 challenging us to a race. So, please keep seated and hold on for dear life because shit is about to get real~”

The team making bets between you and the other pilot of Eagle 3. In the end, you always win.

At first the team makes fun of you naming your helicopter Valkyrie, but after a little nosedive after a hard mission they stop very quickly. They really made the mistake of underestimating you and your helicopter.

Valkyrie actually was ready to be dropped out from the military due to old age. It was love on first sight for you. It took weeks to convince Laswell but, in the end, you got the old birdy and brought her back to her glory. It came in handy that you are literally blessed with a mechanic soul.

In your free time you love to try out new things to improve Valkyrie for the next mission. Gaz really wants to help every time, but ends up standing in the way most of the time.

“Can you give me the screwdriver for the Fillister Head screws?” – “Uh…. this one?” – “Nope, there most be another one.” – “This one?” – “… You know, Gaz, the windows are in need for a good cleaning. Could you do that for me?”

You hit him with the puppy eyes and Gaz goes to clean the windows like you asked. In the end he is just happy to be there with you :)

Soap is really fascinated with the weapons Valkyrie carries for the missions. You always take your time to explain and show him everything. Here and there he is also allowed to help you out during missions to kill a few of the enemies. That makes him literally so happy like a little boy in the candy shop.

Nevertheless, you use every single chance to mess with Soap. Sometimes Price joins you just for the fun of it.

“Get away from my baby, Soap.” – “I’m not doing anything!” – “You are way too close and I don’t like how you look at her.” – “What the hell?” – “Do what (Y/N) says, Soap!” – “But, Captain!” – “No buts.”

Gaz and Ghost know exactly what is going on and try to hold in their snickering.

With you there is literally not a single dull moment before, during and after missions. The boys love and life for those moments.

Once you left behind one of the soldiers because he got on your nerves before take-off.

“Eagle 2, where are you going?” – “Uh, Urzikstan.” – “You forgot one of the soldiers. He’s banging on the window here.” – “Yeah, we kind of had a fight and he’s an asshole so I kind of had to kick him out. I’m sure Eagle 3 has enough space for him.” – “Eagle 2, you can’t do that. Cancel takeoff clearance!” – “Oops, I accidentally put the throttles to TO/GA. See you later alligator~”

Or the other time on the way back to the base.

„Watcher 1, we request medical at the gate. Uh, we beat up another stowaway…” – “Eagle 2… YOU DID WHAT?!” – “Uh… yeah, we found him halfway back to base and he refused to leave the helicopter so we beat him up and tied him like a present gift on Christmas morning…” – “I am not dealing with this! Land like always and contact ground for medical aid.”

To Laswell’s displeasure you take your sweet time after missions to come back to the base. Here and there you make a little stop at the next fast-food chain.

“I think the drive-through will not do it. Someone has to go out and order at the counter…”

Those encounters with Laswell over the comm create a quite close bond between the two of you over the time.

“Look, who’s back!” – “Don’t even say it, Watcher 1.” – “You were supposed to land five hours ago?!” – “You should be happy we came here at all~” – “How about you land on time for once. That’ll make me happy.” – “We got burgers. Do you want one?” – “YOU GOT WHAT, EAGLE 2?!” – “Burgers…” – “… You will be the death of me … Get them over here fast, Eagle 2.”

Of course, Kate would never admit it out loud that you are her favorite pilot.

“Oh, Eagle 2!” – “Shut up and let me concentrate!” – “Five hours late again. At least butter this landing.” – “We are not Eagle 3. At least we know how to land.” – “Let’s learn how to come in on time next… Did you secure the goods?” – “Sure, Watcher 1. Your usual order coming right to you~”

Captain Price lost count how often you saved their lives with Valkyrie. They trust you blind and know you would do anything to bring them back home. But during one special mission you show how the team really mean to you.

“(Y/N)! We need air support! We can’t get to the evac point!”, the team needs your help, but you ran out of ammo a few minutes ago. You know exactly that they won’t make it without your help. This is the hardest and easiest decision at the same time you have to make.

“It was a good time we had together, Valkyrie”, you say your goodbye to the helicopter before you let crash your baby into the pack of enemies.

“NO! (Y/N)!”, the men are devastated to see Valkyrie go down knowing exactly you must be in the helicopter. Their hearts shatter. They couldn’t save you.

“Boys, come on! We need to be at the evac point in five minutes. Eagle 3 will get us!”, you stumble around the house corner quite out of breath. “You are alive!”, they can’t believe their eyes.

“Not much longer!”, you grab the first one by the hand to drag them into the direction where Eagle 3 will collect you. Once in the helicopter you are all safe and sound for now and on the way back to the base.

“(Y/N) … you crashed Valkyrie … for us?”, Gaz looks at you with his big puppy eyes. You only shrug with your shoulder not trying to think about the helicopter trashed into thousand pieces, “I really don’t want to talk about her.”

It might sound strange, but you are mourning Valkyrie like the helicopter would have been a real soldier. You had spent so much time with her. She was part of your family.

Of course, the team would make it up to you as good as they can. So, one day Gaz comes up to you with a blindfold, “Put it on.” You shake your head immediately, “Not for anything in this world.”

He defeats you with your own weapons. The puppy eyes. You put the blindfold on and get dragged over the whole base until you lose track of where you are actually going. “Oh my god, Gaz! I’m getting really sick.”

“TADA!”, he pulls down the blindfold. For a second you were blinded from the sunshine, but then it hits you. “We can’t give you Valkyrie back, but how about Valkyrie II!”, Soap exclaims pointing at the new helicopter. The whole team looks so damn proud of themselves for gifting you an even better helicopter.

“Thank you, boys. You are too sweet”, you get wrapped up in a big bear hug. “So, you know, Laswell doesn’t want you to know she gave us the money to purchase the new helicopter”, Price tells you with a smile on his lips.

“I chose the interior of the helicopter and the color!”, Gaz exclaims and points at Valkyrie II.

“I was responsible for the weapons! I can show you everything!”, Soap adds.

“I coordinated everything”, Price shrugs his shoulders.

You look at Ghost. He holds up an air freshener, “I want it to smell good.”

I've just re-read my previous requested fic for tf 141 x reader with high pain tolerance, and I think we could extend this prompt (and as always you can take it or leave it, no pressure a yea 👍🏻)

What if TF 141 almost lost F!Reader again, this time she got caught by enemies and got tortured for crucial/classified information. While being tortured, you can't help but feel a little grateful that you have such an extreme pain tolerance. You finally managed to get out that place by your own (and of course after unaliving your enemies) and got back to your team. Men are worried as hell cause 1) you look like shit, like someone has just crawled out of hell (which in your part it isn't wrong), 2) the fact that you have extreme pain tolerance just make it worse

And when you finally got evaluated by medics, including clothes off, that's when they knew you'd have it worse than what they've imagined. Black-ish bruises almost every where, broken bones, dislocated joints, dried blood etc. It's heartbreaking seeing you like this. Probably some will have self blaming, guilty, rage, and other mixed emotions. Hmm imagine the heavy angst but also the massive comfort after that.

Thankskie 🦈

Summary: high pain tolerance F!Reader get tortured, after you getting rescued, enjoy the FLUFF between you and TF141

cw: very slight gore (interrogation), canon swearing, canon violence

blahaj, FLUFF, TF141*F!Reader

last req about high pain tolerance F!Reader

Oh, This isn’t great. You probably going to die this time.

You licked your chapped lips, the bitterness of iron is obnoxious, making you regret the motion and go back to try to piece together your memories again.

You counted the time when you first got caught, but after endless rounds of interrogations, your mind is too hazy to keep up the measurement.

With your hands bounding tightly on your back, chains and steel bars preventing your legs from moving, all you can do is just prey for your teammates to come.

At least you aren’t afraid, no fear of death, nor fear of pain. It’s always these moments that you feel grateful for having almost no feelings of pain, it makes you keep composed and adamant.

Well, starving kind of sucks though, you guess you’ll even devour those vegetables you hated and shoved into Kyle’s plate if it’s presented to you.

Your mind wanders, from your pudding hiding in the deepest part of the fridge in case someone (Soap) eats it, to how Price will scold your ears off for being too reckless when you’re back, until the footsteps outside the door remind you to concentrate.

Damn, you need to get out alive if you want to listen to your dear Captain recite the rules.

The door creaks open with the broad man stepping in and his dogs tailing after with weapons.

The cool water gets splashed on your face when the man stands still in front of you.

“New toy, yeah?” you spot the machete in the man’s grip

“Glad to see you awake, sergeant?” The man laughs “Seems like the mouth still works pretty well, I hope your mind is clear too so we can cooperate perfectly today.”

“Sober enough to tell you ‘no’, I guess”

Red pours from your shoulder the second after your taunt, and you frown slightly at the little sting.

“Fucking bitch still has a sharp tongue after these wounds...” He eyes down at you with a bit of disbelief.

Even though you can’t see yourself, you know you look like shit either. Burnings from the lighters, slash wounds from various tactical knives, dark bruises forming on your thigh and other parts after countless punches and kicks.

All you need to do is buy time, but even if you barely feel pain, you still will die from blood loss if this keeps going.

The rest of the interrogation is just adding more injuries to your broken body, and your consciousness starts fading.

You really want to take a nap... but will you wake up again? you’re not sure especially when another smash lands on the back of your head.

Just about minutes before you sure will pass out again, you hear the noise. Gunfire, yelling, screaming of a massacre.

They arrived...

“Go check what’s wrong.” The broad man gestures, and one of his subordinates walks out to

“Guess your saviors have come... now” You look straight into the man ’s eyes when he puts the muzzle between your eyes. “No time for playing, one last time, tell me the people gave you the intel.”

The chaos outside is getting louder and closer. Buy time, you tell yourself again, so you whisper

“Okay... Okay... I will tell you, please don’t kill me, please...” You sniff, and start sobbing while your head stays lowered.

“Finally giving up, huh? Tell me, I need their name, who do they belong.” The smirk on the man’s face gets wider, god, you really want to punch his face.

“It’s...” You murmur, and the man leans closer to hear clearly.

“It’s go fuck yourself, you bloody bastard.” You spit the blood on his face and grin like a maniac.

and the door swings open, the gunshot splatters the man’s blood on your face, but you don’t care.

You win.

“Hey, guys, long time no see.” You smile at your teammates after the man collapses beside you.

“You’re fine now, don’t worry, we got you.” Soap rushes to your side “Price is calling the exfil, Ghost and Gaz are outside making sure everything’s clear.”

“Thanks...” You melt into Soap’s arm when he unties the rope and carries you.

“I tell the bastard to go fuck himself, hehe.”

“Stop talking, bonnie, ye need to rest.”

“Did I do great?”

“Yes.” The gravel voice of Soap’s becomes softer as he answers.

“May I rest now?” you blink slowly.

“Of course, lassie.”

Getting the confirmation, The warmth radiating from Soap is too soothing, you want to tell him how much you miss them, but those words are unable to come out as you get dragged into a coma instantly.

“damn...”

Your eyelids flutter open, the familiar white ceiling is the first thing you see.

“Morning, bonnie, how do ye feel?”

“dizzy as fuck.”

“pain?”

“Nah.”

“Sometimes I think you’re not human...” Soap laughs, but he’s worried, or worried can’t describe his mood when he saw your wounds as you were sent into the infirmary.

That day when they back to base, all of them followed you, and didn’t pay any mind about getting their gears off first.

You looked like someone who just found her way out of hell, beautiful face swollen, large bruises spread across your skin like some nasty paintings, and the situation was worse than they expected after the medics cut your clothes off and started their evaluation.

Soap couldn’t forget the rage swallowing him like flames when he saw what you went through in those days, the more wounds they spotted, the more tension in the air became more insufferable.

Gaz and he cursed when they saw the huge burn on your back, skin obviously inflamed, and when the deep cuts that exposed the bones revealed from the cover, he noticed Ghost clenching his fist to suppress anger.

Price stormed out of the infirmary and called Laswell between the medics surmising how many of your bones were broken.

“Wait...” your voice pulls Soap back to reality “blahaj! 4 blahaj! Where do they come from?”

“Price gave them to you, as rewards for your hard work. He said you keep rambling about wanting to have one.”

“awwww” Soap grins as he watches you struggle to hug all of them at one time.

“There ya go.” He helps adjust the plushies so you can get them all in your arms.

“Oh yeah, where’s others?”

“Price’s on op, will be back in a week. Ghost and Gaz will visit you soon.”

“Hmmmm.”

You caress one of the blahaj’s head and turn your face

“Thank you.” you grin “For coming to save me.”

“What are you talking about?” Covering his hand on yours, he looks into your eyes, without those playful glints in his azure ones.

“We’re a team, or more than a team. Ye think we will throw ye there and do nothing?”

The seriousness on his face infatuates you, you meet his gaze without darting, and finally, break into tender giggles.

“yeah, sorry, you’re right.” You chuckle “You know what? In that basement, All I wanted was to get out of there and come back to eat my pudding.”

“Pudding?”

“Yeah, I have one in the fridge.” nodding in excitement, you continue “I should ask the doctor if I can eat it.”

“Wait that’s yours?!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Ehhh...” Soap’s smile freezes on his face under panic “I ate it.”

“...”

Soap MacTavish gets kicked out of the room with a new mission: buy 10 puddings.

When Gaz knocks on the door and steps into your ward, you are staring out the window, but turn to him immediately when you hear his arrival.

“Hey, Kyle.” You wave with your better hand.

“Feel better?” The sugar-coated smile he has always provides you with energy, your mood lights up as he takes the seat beside your bed.

“mmhmm, not that dizzy anymore.”

“loves those sharks very much?” He points at the blahajs you squeeze close to you.

“Damn, they’re my new babies now.” You show Gaz each of them.

“This is Pricey, this is Ghostie, this is Gazzy, and this is Soapy.” Proudly introducing them to Gaz, you give the sharkies a few pats.

“Such Innovative names, hm?”

“I don’t think Gaz is some special name too, Kyle.”

You both giggle at the stupid names you granted to the sharks, while Gaz lands his eyes on your arm hanging mid-air, his laughter gradually comes to a halt.

“Hey.” He watches you raise an eyebrow when he calls you “Sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“Just...” His eyes stay on your bruises, traveling along them, and he hates that they lead his gaze to roam your whole figure. “We should be there faster.”

His brown eyes are full of distress when they meet yours again.

“Garrick, come closer.” You beckons, and he follows suit.

“Don’t apologize. When I saw all of you on that goddamn chair, I knew I was safe now.” You cradle his cheek in your palm “You guys are my shelter, my home, and I never thought the chance that my team wouldn’t save me, Soap said it yesterday, and I’m sure you’re the same, yes?”

“Of course.” His eyes soften, and you return him a reassuring smile when

“Time for you to go train the rookies, right?” Shooting a glimpse at the clock, you ask.

“yeah, time to deal with those troubles.” He stands up from the chair and looks down at you “See you, lovie.”

“see ya.”

You watch him walk towards the door, but stop after a few steps.

“Why does Soapy have a huge dent on his head?”

“Oh.” You pout “He ate my pudding, so I punched his shark since I can’t spar with him now.” another punch hit Soapy when you finish speaking.

“Wow...”

Gaz mourns for his brother’s future with his whole heart.

“Still awake?” The gruff yet gentle voice floats into your ear the moment the door slides open.

“Been sleeping the whole day, LT.”

Ghost watches you shift, and lies on your side to face him.

“How’s the day, Ghost?”

“Shit as usual.”

“How about seeing me, feel better?”

“Feels worse.”

“Hey, honesty is a virtue but not here.”

He scoffs at your retort as he observes your face.

“The bruises on your face look smaller.” Ghost indicates.

“Oh yeah, my face! How does it look like?” You point at the hand mirror Gaz brings you, and after Ghost hands it to you, you open the lid.

“Jesus Christ!” you shout when the reflection shows you how shit you look like “I’m so ugly right now!”

“We all know.”

“Damn, if there’s an award for honesty, you will be the winner, Simon.” You throw the mirror back into his grip.

“Will you congratulate me?”

“I will give you an ‘I’m a winner’ sticker for you to paste on your mask.”

He chuckles at your banter, but you can sense his exhaustion, from his limp body to his half-lid eyes.

“You’re tired, Simon. Go back to rest.” You coo softly.

“I’m not leaving until you sleep.”

“but I’m not that sleepy now.”

“Should I sing you a lullaby, sergeant?”

“I’m afraid that my ears don’t have the honor the hear your beautiful singing, Sir.” you feign an ‘oh hell no’ face to him, but your eyes light up when an idea comes to mind.

“Hey, how about you lie on my bed? it can fit 2 people.”

“I don’t know you’re such an active woman.”

“Fuck you, Simon. If you want me to fall asleep then get on the bed right now!”

Sighs in compromise, Ghost rises from the chair and sits on the edge of your bed with a grunt, and you scoot inward to leave him more space to lie down.

“You’re like a bear, Ghost, I’m gonna squash into a pie by you and the blahajs!”

“Then throw those bloody sharks on the floor.”

“No! they’re Tf141 blahaj!” You pet the one in your arms when Ghost gives you a confused face. “This is you, Ghost.”

“The real Ghost is beside you and you choose him over a fake one?”

“I don’t know you’re that active, lieutenant.”

You smirk at him, he’s only wearing a balaclava, so you’re able to see the corner of his eyes crinkle at your words.

But Ghost must have some magic, you grow sleepier under his presence, maybe it’s his steady breath sounds like a lullaby, or it’s because safety he always generously offers to you.

“Sleepy now?” He speaks slowly and quietly as if he’s fear of scaring your sleepiness away.

“a bit...” A big yawn answers the question better than your slurry voice.

“Close your eyes then.”

“mmm.”

You secure the Ghostie blahaj in a tight embrace as you follow Ghost’s command.

you feel light pats on your non-injured part, and you scoot closer to the bulky man, letting him lead you into a peaceful sleep.

Ghost watches you fall asleep, and he moves off the bed as gently as he can.

“Sweet dreams.” He chants in a low voice, and he takes other sharks in his hand, placing them closer to you.

Making sure the sharks are cuddling you, he leaves like a ghost in the serene silence.

You look down at yourself, ankles tied to the chair, blood dripping from the knife that’s barely in your sight.

Aren’t you already out of that basement...?

Is it all a dream? In reality, you’re still getting interrogated?

You try to fixate on the noise outside the door, but you feel the cold metal touching your forehead.

Am I never going to see them again? I want to see them again...

I want to hear Price’s praises, want to hear Soap and Gaz fighting over the last biscuit, want to hear Ghost’s annoyed voices at my frolic.

Tears gather in your eyes when you hear the click from turning off the safety of the gun.

“... geant...sergeant... sergeant.”

“Ahh!” You let out a yell as you snap your eyes open, which are wide with horror.

“Cap-Captain...” You pant whilst you recognize the person pulling you from your nightmare.

“Yes, it’s me, love. You’re safe now, you’re in the base, infirmary, remember?” He caresses your hair to calm you down.

Oh, yes, you aren’t in that basement. You’re back.

You’re with the people you love.

“Why are you here, Captain?” after you breathe steadily again, you notice it’s 1 am, and the aisle outside is silent.

“Just came back from the op, and want to see you.”

“You should have some rest, Price.”

“You mean I leave now even when you just woke up from a nightmare?” He crooks his eyebrows.

“Well...”

“Be selfish, love. I will stay here.”

“You don’t blame me for being too stupid and getting caught by the enemy?”

“Things went south sometimes.” He shakes his head “It’s not your fault.”

“...”

“Say it, luv.” He encourages you when you hesitate.

“I...” “I thought I was not afraid of anything... at least in that basement, pain’s not a big deal for me, starvation is bearable, and death... if that means I won’t lose to those dorks, then it’s nothing to me.”

Price gives you a grunt as acknowledgement, so you continue.

“but... I think I’m still afraid of dying...” You fidget your fingers “I want to see all of you again... I want to come back to you.”

“I don’t want to die...”

You haven’t noticed tears staining your cheeks until Price’s finger — calloused yet warm — wipes the tears away.

“We all know you’re brave, kid.” Price cups your face, hand barely touches your skin, must be avoiding trigger your pain, but you don’t care, nor you can feel the pain, you shove your cheek in it and earn a chuckle from the man.

“Your high pain tolerance makes you look forward to your target without worrying yourself, but keep in mind.”

“Don’t make us worry, you need to come back to us, we can’t lose you, just like you can lose us. Understood?”

“Yes, Capt.”

“You want to go back to sleep?”

“If you tell me a bedtime story, then I will.” the mischievous grin returns to your face.

“Greedy, eh? I thought those sharks could satisfy you.”

“I want your bedtime story too.”

“How about I tell you a story about how to become an attentive soldier?”

“Fuck you, Captain.”

You hit Price with the plushie, which he catches easily, and put it on his lap, letting you give the shark little punches to drain your excessive energy, as he starts telling what happened when he met Soap the first time.

You aren’t afraid of pain, and you become an undaunted person on the battlefield. Yet still, you now keep in mind that there are people who love you, and are worried about you.

You all are a team, a home, and a haven for each other, always by each other’s side, or waiting for others to return safely.

and it’s really nice to be able to come back home.

a/n: thanks for reading! and thank you sharkie for the request, I hope you will like it (or not too disappointed) !! :D

Have a nice day/night, everyone!

bookshelves and dinner

Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Liability series chapter twenty five

synopsis: simon helps reader build a bookshelf, to thank him for his work she tries to make him a special dinner, which does not turn out the way she hoped.

Liability:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

“Si no, you don’t have to do that” she refuses crossing her arms

“I want to” he shrugs as he opens the massive box containing her bookshelf and takes out the individual items, organizing them. 

“I feel bad-”

“Why would you feel bad? Its no problem” 

“I do appreciate it, I was in way over my head with this”

“Thats why you have me” he smiles, she laughs and wraps her arms around his neck, placing a kiss on his cheek 

She was thrilled by the idea, but had admitted that she had little to no knowledge about carpentry. Simon, with his patient demeanor, assured her that he would guide her through the process. 

As Simon unpacked the tools and laid out the wooden planks, she gazed at the pile of materials with a mix of excitement and confusion. "Where do we start?" she asked, slightly intimidated by the task at hand.

Simon chuckled, "No worries, love. We'll take it step by step." He began reading the instructions.

Throughout the day, she attempted to contribute offering a pair of spare hands if necessary. Simon, with his gentle guidance and encouragement, turned the shelf-building session into a conversation about their most embarrassing moments. Laughing as she described how she passed out after someone drew her blood once in medical school. 

As the day progressed, the bookshelf began to take shape. Simon's strong and steady hands worked tirelessly, making precision cuts and securing the wooden pieces together. 

By the evening, the massive shelf stood proudly in the middle of her library, ready to house her beloved book collection. She marveled at the finished product, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. Simon, wiping sweat from his brow, smiled. 

She realized one thing about him that day, not only was he so sexy when he built things for her, but his love language was clearly acts of service. He enjoyed doing things to help her. Her heart swelled as for what he didn’t say through his words, he showed through his actions. 

"Thank you, Simon," she said, genuinely touched by his efforts. 

Simon hugged her, "anytime love, why don’t we get your books on here?”

As they arranged the books together, she couldn't help but appreciate not only the sturdy shelf that now adorned her new library but also the patient and caring man who stood before her. Helping her place the books in a color-coordinated system. 

After building the bookshelf together, she wanted to thank Simon by making him dinner. Unfortunately, her cooking skills didn't match her enthusiasm, and she ended up with a mess in the kitchen. Feeling upset, she couldn't hide her disappointment.

Simon, noticing her frustration, stepped in to help. He reassured her that everything was okay and suggested they work together to salvage the situation. She was relieved and slightly embarrassed, as she took a break while Simon took charge of the kitchen.

"Let's turn this around together," Simon said placing a hand on her shoulder, rolling up his sleeves. 

She sighed tears of frustration filling her eyes. "I wanted to surprise you but I think I messed it up."

Simon chuckled and placed a kiss on her head. "Hey don’t do that, baby you’re fine. We'll figure it out, just talk to me"

She explained her vision, and Simon began to assess the situation, skillfully turning the chaotic scene into a more organized cooking space.

As they worked side by side, She couldn't help but express her disappointment. "I really wanted this to be special."

Simon smiled. "It already is special, love. This is 5 star dining compared to the shit that's served on base"

She laughs at the memory of the meals she had on base and sniffles. "there's that smile"

Once the meal was ready, they sat down to eat. feeling a bit guilty, started to apologize again. However, Simon stopped her with a warm smile.

"Listen, love, there's no need for apologies. I enjoyed helping with the bookshelf, and now I'm happy to take care of dinner. You don't have to do everything perfectly. I'm here because I want to be, not because of what you can or can't do."

She looked at Simon, appreciating his understanding. "But you deserve to be taken care of too," she insisted.

Simon chuckled.  you've given me everything I could ever ask for just by being here. I appreciate your effort, but it's not about what you can or can't do. It's about us being together and enjoying each other's company."

She takes a bite of the perfectly grilled steak and looks at him in shock, holding her hand over her mouth. She'd never been a fan of red meats, however this was a masterpiece.

"how is it?" he asks

"this is the best steak I've ever had"

"It's a gift" he smirks

"how are you so good at everything?" she asks in shock

"remains to be seen"

"this is delicious"

"thank you love, name any dish and I'll make it for you"

As they shared a simple yet heartwarming meal, she realized that Simon cherished the simple moments they spent together more than any grand gesture. Their laughter echoed in the kitchen, turning what started as a kitchen mishap into a precious moment with the man she loved. 

Tag list:@vivi123abc

Masterlist

Also, i apologize for the way this is formatted, I genuinely was struggling trying to figure out how to change the links!

Below you'll find Simon Ghost Riley, Homelander, Charlie Kelly, Steve Harrington!

Steve Harrington

-intro 

Tumblr

Bittersweet

Steve Harrington x Fem OC pairings: Steve Harrington x Indie Holland synopsis: Indie Holland has harbored a quiet affection for Steve Har

-chapter one 

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758911674313998336/the-dissapernace-of-will-byers?source=share

-chapter two

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758912132477861888/never-alone?source=share

-chapter three

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758912480829390848/king-steve?source=share

-chapter four

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758912779791073280/the-disappearance-of-barbra-holland?source=share

-chapter five

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758913132073795584/bittersweet-chapter-five-steve-harrington-x-fem?source=share

-chapter six

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758913520443211777/the-death-of-will-byers?source=share

-chapter seven

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758913919636127744/monsters?source=share

-chapter eight

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758915091594870785/the-upside-down?source=share

-chapter nine

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758915509966290944/wake-up?source=share

-chapter ten

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758916024941838336/the-fall-of-king-steve?source=share

-chapter eleven 

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758917251478011904/the-demogorgon?source=share

-chapter twelve

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758917773121470464/its-okay-not-to-be-okay?source=share

-chapter thirteen

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758918144458932224/im-sorry?source=share

-chapter fourteen

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758918464839745536/the-truth?source=share

-chapter fifteen

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758919066996129792/nightmares?source=share

-chapter sixteen

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758920220109848576/there-she-is?source=share

-chapter seventeen

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758936269410680832/who-is-that?source=share

-chapter eighteen 

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758936559472050176/bittersweet-chapter-nineteen-steve-harrington-x?source=share

-chapter nineteen

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758936942426669056/dinners?source=share

-chapter twenty 

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758937397719449600/halloween-parties?source=share

-chapter twenty one

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758937744674258944/jealousy-jealousy?source=share

-chapter twenty two

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758938042659635200/bittersweet-chapter-twenty-three-steve-harrington?source=share

-chapter twenty three

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758938361466683392/driving-lessons?source=share

-chapter twenty four https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758938742247571456/uh-oh-im-falling-in-love?source=share

-chapter twenty five

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758939612842442752/bittersweet-chapter-twenty-six-steve-harrington-x?source=share

-chapter twenty six

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758940108646957056/did-he-hurt-you?source=share

-chapter twenty seven

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758941003351752704/here-we-go-again?source=share

-chapter twenty eight

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758947771674968064/bittersweet-chapter-twenty-nine-steve-harrington-x?source=share

-chapter twenty nine

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/758950916594466816/were-okay?source=share

-chapter thirty 

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/759083541420261376/friends?source=share

-chapter thirty one

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/759085302512009216/theres-good-in-you?source=share

-chapter thirty two

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/759086784537903104/miss-you?source=share

Chapter thirty three

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/759537221530501120/secret-russian-messages?source=share

Chapter thirty four

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/759537578715332609/bittersweet-chapter-thirty-four-steve-harrington-x?source=share

Chapter thirty five

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/759538333077667840/nobody-id-rather-die-with?source=share

Chapter thirty six

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/759538493410213888/bittersweet-chapter-thirty-six-steve-harrington-x?source=share

Chapter thirty seven

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/759538815511805952/bittersweet-chapter-thirty-seven-steve-harrington?source=share

Chapter thirty eight

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/759539207613153280/bittersweet-chapter-thirty-eight-steve-harrington?source=share

Chapter thirty nine

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/759539433488990208/the-death-of-billy-hargrove?source=share

Chapter forty onehttps://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/759539896562089984/i-love-you?source=share

Chapter forty one

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/759539896562089984/i-love-you?source=share

Chapter forty two

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/759847993786744832/first-makeout?source=share

Simon Ghost Riley

Liability series! LFG!!!!!!!!!!

Hello lovies! I will link all of my simon fics below as they all go in a certain order! My ultimate goal is to write a full story, but for now this is how it'll go:)

Synopsis: Since I haven't written their entire backstory yet here it is: reader's older sister Emma is in a training program for 141 before MW2. She was recruited by Price and Simon is her LT on a different team. Reader is a medic on base who gets transferred to be with her sister. Simon does not like her at first as he believes that she is useless as she isn't trained to be in the field, she is strictly medical. She slowly gets under Simon's skin and he starts to trust her, more than anyone else in the world. He is transferred to 141 thinking that he'd never see her again, and she shows up months later as the chosen medic by none other than Price himself.

This is the official order - I will be adding to it when I can. So if there are some chapters where the numbers don't align make sure to refer back to this as I haven't had time to update the chap numbers yet!

welcome to hell (first meeting, pre MW2)

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733920730890321920/welcome-to-hell?source=share

you don't like me, I don't like you

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733825688470192128/you-dont-like-me-i-dont-like-you?source=share

show him

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733828281298780160/show-him?source=share

my sisters keeper

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733948907969740800/my-sisters-keeper?source=share

admit it

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/734000582183026688/admit-it?source=share

fighting with price and ghost

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/734009859060760576/fighting-with-price-and-ghost?source=share

Apologies

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/752479625563815936/apologies?source=share

Sisters

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/752480231502315520/sisters?source=share

friendly debates

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/734013605561974784/friendly-debates?source=share

protective

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/734021889324974080/ghost-to-the-rescue?source=share

Trust

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733833476483252224/trust?source=share

She goes into the field

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/753113018240532481/she-goes-into-the-field?source=share

Don't ever talk to her like that again

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733838805820407808/dont-ever-talk-to-her-like-that-again?source=share

Training

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/753114923901632512/training?source=share

day out with the boys

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733915045979930625/day-out-with-the-boys?source=share

Getting to know each other better

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/753120475069169664/getting-to-know-each-other-better?source=share

Loss

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733843576998559744/loss?source=share

here for you

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733821827794747393/here-for-you?source=share

going home

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/734089503665537024/going-home?source=share

ghost loves her enough to let her go

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/734103158742286336/ghost-loves-her-enough-to-let-her-go?source=share

-time skip to MW2 timeline-

history repeats itself

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/734106718508843008/history-repeats-itself?source=share

freindly face

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/734125614668431360/friendly-face?source=share

revelations

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/734130613130592256/revelations?source=share

betrayal

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/734133335844126720/betrayal?source=share

I've got you

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/724797548304498688/ive-got-you?source=share

You're beautiful

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401938585174016/youre-beautiful?source=share

you and I

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/738903518417682432/you-and-i?source=share

-time skip, in-between MW3-

new beginnings

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/738836233289187328/new-beginnings-simon-ghost-riley?source=share

welcome home

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/738898511523938304/welcome-home-simon-ghost-riley-x-reader?source=share

bookshelves and dinner

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/738901687060856832/bookshelves-and-dinner?source=share

good girl -smut-

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733938262697197568/good-girl?source=share

Light

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/725144418012839936/light?source=share

first time

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/738919508424753152/first-time?source=share

Comfort 

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/725143352730943488/comfort?source=share

showers

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/738920060589080576/showers?source=share

family

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/739193491068944384/family?source=share

Pool Day

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/724611192179556352/pool-day?source=share

acts of service

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/739194491623325696/acts-of-service?source=share

birthday

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/739203801583616000/birthdays?source=share

Simon says

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/753124729967280128/simon-says?source=share

Proposal 

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733227809386954752/proposal?source=share

Fight

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733404809671098368/fight?source=share

Nightmares

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/724577494896885760/nightmares-simon-ghost-riley-x-reader-synopsis?source=share

Where do we go from here?

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733495200412024832/where-do-we-go-from-here?source=share

he's gone

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/739266990251933696/hes-gone?source=share

-timeskip-

You’re alive? (middle of MW3)

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/724654294153003008/youre-alive?source=share

rough timeline:

-story takes place a year before MW2

-it's six months from the day they meet until she goes home

-six months later she returns and continues working with them during MW2

-MW2 is four months (Idk the actual timeline)

-after MW2 there is a year in-between to MW3

-MW3 lasts two months

Homelander:

Meeting:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/754576217347375104/meeting?source=share

reunited:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/754193977316655104/reunited?source=share

Let me help you:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/754193311896649728/let-me-help-you?source=share

Charlie Kelly:

Bad day:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/716719612783443968/bad-day?source=share

You know I love you, right?

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/718174875523678208/you-know-i-love-you-right?source=share

It's from her

Captain John price x fem!reader

Summary: The task force learns that john's beanie holds way more importance to him than it should

Warnings!: sad and vulnerable john, prob ooc, not edited

Leaving for a mission was always hard. He knew that you struggled immensly with it and while he never showed it, it took it's toll on him too.

To leave you behind. Knwowing that you had a hard time because of him.

To have the mission ahead of him. The knowledge that he'd be away for weeks or even months on end. The contact to you was rare and it took a lot of effort for him to be able to have a phone call or receive a letter from you. He always worried. While he was the one fighting for his life, there was always a part of his mind that thought about how you were doing, if something happened, if you needed him...The constant uncertainty was driving him on edge sometimes.

And he missed you. Oh, how he missed you. He spent so many lonely nights in his tent or a safe house imagining you beside him while the snores of his comrades filled his ears.

John clung to the few things he had with him that were you. One of them being his hat.

It was one of the first things he got from you. You had knitted the beanie when you first moved in together. Every evening when you two had cuddled up on the couch, the TV playing, you had knitted. He had seen it develop and it was the most calming sound to him, whenever he heard your needles clicking softly against each other. Not until you finished the hat had he been aware that you made it for him.

"Here. I made this for you." You had smiled at him proudly as you handed over the dark-knitted beanie.

It was nothing special and with closer inspection, a few mistakes could be sighted but for john it meant the world. At first, he had struggled to even think of a response as he gripped the soft fabric in his rough hands.

"I know you always like to have something on your head and I thought that would keep you warm when you're in a cold area..." you had muttered out your explanation.

"thank you." He had replied quietly. The love and astonishment had been evident in his expression.

There were times when he thought back to that moment and wished he had said more. That he would've been able to express what it meant to him. But you knew without him saying so. It was clear in his actions.

It was endearing how he still took it on every mission after all these years.

The 441 started to notice it's importance to him when he couldn't find it at base. His usual calm demeanor was slightly irritable and underlined by the strong walk as he barged into the common room as if he were on a mission to save the queen.

"Does any of you shitheads have my hat?" His deep voice made the whole room go quiet.

Soap and ghost exchanged glances. "Got no reason to steal your hat captain." Ghost grumbled out.

John clenched and unclenched his fists multiple times. The muscle in his jaw tightened. "You'll have no problem then if I check your rooms lieutenant." There were some unspoken words between them as two pairs of hard eyes met each other.

"No problem." Ghost replied.

Price took a look around the room before giving them a nod and leaving for their private quarters.

"What's wrong with him?" Gaz leaned over the table to his comrades.

"No bloody idea. Probably got his period." Ghost grumbled.

Price rummaged through room after room methodically. The drawers and cabinets were thrown open and closed softly after close inspection. He muttered a few annoyed curses when he arrived at soap's room: the drawers were already opened but his clothes were probably more scattered over the floor room than in his closet. Room inspections were obviously in dire need of attention.

When he made it to Gaz's room the hat was the first thing his eyes spotted as he opened the door. There it was. slightly frizzy and worn at the edges but still looking soft the way it always did. Except that it didn't lay at its usual spot in his neatly organized closet.

"Can't keep their bloody hands to their own stuff." John grumbled.

The tension fell from his body as he picked the beanie up and took it back to his room. He laid it back to the dedicated spot with a scarf next to it. His eyes observed how it seemed to lay so innocently in front of him. A tired sigh escaped his lips before he pushed himself into an upright position and locked the door to his room for good measure.

In the next moment he dragged gaz out of his chair pressed him against the wall. Johns hand clasped the collar of gazs uniform. While gaz grunted from the impact of his captains weight against him, his face stayed nonchalant. If you knew him better you'd seen the small sliver of nervousness in his eyes.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing with my stuff?" Price gritted out.

"I didn't take anything from you sir." Gaz shot back almost angrily at the accusation.

"You think that's funny huh?" John sneered. It was unusual for the captain to throw angry words at his team. He was always the composed one; giving them a sense of confidence and security in the battlefield.

"No sir."

"Hmhm. I found something in your quarters. My goddamn hat on top of your closet."

Gaz frowned. "Captain I didn't- sir I don't know anything about that."

Price grunted in frustration before ghost stepped to them and slightly pulled the captain back. "Take it easy cap."

John let himself fall back before pointing a warning finger at the young sergeant. "Just keep your hands off of my things. Especially that hat. Got it?"

Gaz gave him a nod but he didn't back down from his position as innocent. The air was tense as everyone watched the ongoing confrontation.

Ghost gave his captain a look which held john back made him leave the room back to his own office (where he should've worked for the last hour). The lieutenant followed him out as if to escort him. "Why are ya followin' me simon?"

Ghost was about to protest about his name choice but decided there were more important matters at hand right now.

"I figured you'd want to tell me what's going on?" The deep voice came from behind the mask.

Price stopped in his tracks and crossed his arms while shifting his weight onto his toes. "What?"

While price was a tall and muscular man he had no chance against the build of ghost as he towered opposite of him.

"You're going wild over a damn hat for no reason." His tone sounded almost bored.

"It's not just a bloody hat!" John's jaw clicked.

Ghost scoffed. "Then what is this about?"

"With all due respect lieutenant, you wouldn't understand."

That was it. It was never brought up again until a few months later on a mission at the Russian border.

A small safe house offered them shelter before they took off for the next day.

The night was a troubled one. Everyone was anxious and tired, which was a dangerous mix of feelings in a group of men. But they were trained for this. Keeping one eye and ear open constantly; without pause. This was the requirement to survival.

John took the night shift after Ghost woke him up out of a rather unpleasant dream. Everything was quiet except for a few night animals chirping in the forest surrounding them. The sun already brought a bit of light through the windows.

He sat down against a pillar and rubbed his exhausted eyes with his calloused palms. A defeated sigh escaped his lips as he took the gun into his hand and let his head lull back against the wood.

The last few months had been rough. The 141 was on this mission since almost two months now and it felt like they didn't get any closer to their target. For john it meant two months without you. No call, no letter, nothing. For all he knew you could be laying in bed with another guy right now. No, what was he thinking. That was a riddiculous thought. He grunted quietly as he rubbed his hand over his beard. John definitely needed sleep.

His beard and hair had grown out over the time, which made him think of the way you'd sit him on the toilet lid and step between his legs to shave his beard for him. You never realised how that position made it quite impossible for him to relax under your intense stare. He smiled at the memory and simultaneously hope that he'd be able to be in that position soon again.

The nightmare had made him unpleasantly agitated and worried. John just hoped, prayed and begged Laswell to make sure that you were okay.

A few hours later the sun started to rise above the horizon, which brought john his clue to wake everyone up and get going for the day ahead. When everybody was checked and price paced slowly in front of the group to explain the plan his voice got stuck in his throat. He had been telling them that they would be making their way into the snowy area your voice made it's way into his thoughts.

'to keep you warm in colder regions.' you had said with that sweet smile when you gave him his hat.

The hat.

He didn't have his beanie on. It got soaked through yesterday and he took it off to dry. But they had checked the whole safehouse already, ready for departure.

"My hat. Has anyone seen it?" he questioned the group of men standing before him. They looked stunned at his sudden change of topic.

When they didn't answer he started walking up the stairs. Frantically going through the rooms again. Soap went with a nod to the others after him. "Capt'n. We're ready for departure. None of us saw yer hat."

John shook his head. "Not without it." He searched the drawers in the room even though he knew it couldn't be there. His expression was stoic and unreadable but there were emotions behind those blue eyes.

They gave him a few minutes but when he didn't make a move to get on with it ghost shouted up the stairs. "Cap we have a schedule remember?" It sounded slightly irritated coming from behind the mask.

"I said I'm not going without it!" John thundered back.

He couldn't leave without it. It felt like leaving you behind. It was irrational and stupid and the hat was going to cost him his goddamn live someday but he needed it. That feeling couldn't be explained with rationality or tactic. you would have described it as love. But john would rather name it desperation.

"It's just a bloody hat. We need to get going." Ghost came up beside him.

"It's not. It's from her." John pulled his lips in a thin line as he exhaled through his nose sharply. The room went quiet for a moment at his admission.

Ghosts expression stayed emotionless as he crossed his bulky arms over his chest.

"Yer bonnie wife?" soap asked for clarification.

John nodded sharply and but turned away quickly from the pair when soap raised a brow.

"Honestly dinna know yer were married to her until a few weeks back. I'm sure ye'll survive a week without the hat and see yer lass soon hm?"

Ghost grunted in frustration. "Seriously? That's been the reason for this bloody hat."

"I wouldn't expect you to understand. When you're married we can have this conversation." John shot back at his lieutenant. His voice thick with accent and a deep grumbling from the throat.

Soap got between them before Ghost had the chance to respond. "So we ready to go then? Captain?"

John pursed his lips and it pained him to go through with it but he shut off his emotions like he so often did and gave them a stern nod. He started to talk about their upcoming task again as he took the lead once more.

When he got home to you a week later he couldn't hold back a few tears in his eyes when you presented him a new, more colourful beanie, that you made when he was gone. And to his delight you ushered him into the bathroom to shave him first thing in the morning.

The task force never dared to touch his hat again.

Dawnwriterimagines Masterlist

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I post predominately angst, slashers so read at your own risk.

OFFICIAL MASTERLIST:

Wolverine:

September Morning

Call of Duty:

Traitors among us - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 coming soon

Bunnymund:

She’s…gone 1 - Part 2 (coming soon)

Maze Runner:

GALLY:

The man in the crowd

Simply Stated 1 - 2

Daily Dosage 1 - 2

Support

Search and Rescue 1 - 2

They Cloned Tyrone:

Fontaine:

Missing Pieces 

Thomas Hewitt:

Never Again 1 - 2 - 3 

I’m Here

Sneaky

Do you like it?

Sleep

To be Loved

Family

Keep reading

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2017

don’t stop me now! - Abu Dhabi 2017 ╰┈➤ Spitfire’s first F1 race hasn’t every little christmas wish been sent? - xmas 2017 ╰┈➤A blue Christmas in Monaco

2018

i feel alright, i’m gonna take on the world ╰┈➤ in honor of Spitfire’s graduation

she can go home, but she’s not going to ╰┈➤ a home race that doesn’t feel like home anymore

▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ THE MAIN CHARACTER

╰┈➤ You are the first female driver to hold a permanent seat in Formula 1. This is a personal documentary on pivotal moments in both your professional and personal lives.

[fem!genz!reader x f1 grid, eventual reader x ln4]

▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ THE CONCEPT ART

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▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ FEATURING

╰┈➤ SEBASTIAN VETTEL as ‘MENTOR-SLASH-GRID MOM’

╰┈➤ LEWIS HAMILTON as ‘TEAMMATE-SLASH-GRID DAD’

╰┈➤ CHARLES LECLERC as ‘BOY BSF #1: THE HIMBO AND 1/3 OF F1 GOLDEN TRIO’

╰┈➤MAX VERSTAPPEN as ‘BOY BSF #2: MAD MAX AND 1/3 OF F1 GOLDEN TRIO’

╰┈➤LANDO NORRIS as ‘SLOW BURN LOVE INTEREST’

╰┈➤ DANIEL RICCIARDO as ‘BIG BRO DANIEL’

╰┈➤KIMI RAIKKONEN as ‘EVERYTHING Y/N ASPIRES TO BECOME’

╰┈➤ OSCAR PIASTRI as ‘GRID SON-SLASH-PROTEGE’

╰┈➤ FERNANDO ALONSO as ‘OVERPROTECTIVE GRID UNCLE’

and much much more!

▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄THE SOUNDTRACK

2017

╰┈➤ Don’t Stop Me Now - Queen

╰┈➤ Oh Noel - I DONT KNOW HOW THEY FOUND ME

2018

╰┈➤ Take On the World (Theme Song From “Girl Meets World”) - Rowan Blanchard, Sabrina Carpenter

╰┈➤ Graceland Too - Phoebe Bridgers

▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄HEADCANONS, REQUESTS AND MORE

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▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ DIRECTOR’S COMMENTARY

╰┈➤ THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. IN NO WAY, SHAPE OR FORM DOES THIS DEPICT ANYTHING OTHER THAN FICTIONAL EVENTS! DON’T READ TOO DEEPLY INTO ANYTHING WRITTEN HERE BECAUSE IT’S FICTIONAL!

╰┈➤ I honestly don’t know how many parts this is going to end up being

╰┈➤ I don’t really have a set updating schedule - it’s just based on when I’m feeling it

╰┈➤ What to expect/ CONTENT WARNINGS: SMAU, written work, cursing, F1 inaccuracies, OOC people, eventual smut or suggestive content, Physical violence, complicated familial relationships, mommy issues, daddy issues, character death, familial death, historical inaccuracies, sexism, implied/ referenced child abuse

╰┈➤ EVERY ENTRY WILL HAVE ITS OWN CONTENT WARNINGS!! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR MONITORING THE CONTENT THAT YOU CONSUME

╰┈➤ sorry for yelling :D

╰┈➤ if you want to be tagged either hmu in the inbox or comment on one of the posts for this series

╰┈➤ requests regarding this series are open!

╰┈➤ tag for this series: #juliette….spitfire

Sunshine behinde the camera

At just 18 years old, Isabela Ferreira, affectionately known as “Sunshine” by the McLaren Formula 1 Racing team, lands her dream job as their new team photographer. Hailing from Brazil, Isabela’s vibrant spirit and keen eye for capturing the thrill of the race quickly make her a beloved figure among the drivers, fans, and crew. But behind her bright smile and stunning photographs lies a challenging home life, as she navigates the emotional aftermath of her parents’ divorce.

As Sunshine immerses herself in the fast-paced world of Formula 1, she finds unexpected support from the drivers both on and off the grid. They become her mentors, friends, and protectors, helping her through the toughest moments. With their encouragement, Sunshine learns to balance her passion for photography with the complexities of her personal life, discovering strength she never knew she had.

started: 10.08.24

last updated:

2024 season

The beginning

Testing

Bahrain/Sachir

Saudi-Arabia/ Dschidda

Australia/ Melbourne

Japan/ Suzuka

China/ Shanghai

USA/Miami

Italy/ Imola

Monaco/ Monte-Carlo

Canada/ Montreal

Spain/ Barcelona

Austria/ Spielberg

Great Brittan/ Silverstone

Hungary/ Hungaroring

Belgum/ Spa-Francorchamps

Summerbreak

Netherlands/ Zandvoort

Italy/ Monza

Azerbaidshan/ Baku

Singapur/ Singapur

USA/ Austin

Mexico/ Mexico

Brasil/ Sao Paulo

USA/ Las Vegas

Qatar/ Losail

Abu Dhabi/ Yas Marina

Winterbreak

a "documentary" right...

SILLY SEASON IS SILLY SEASONING LUISA AND MAGUI WERE SEEN FIGHTING IN A CLUB

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LMAO I SAW THAT 💀💀

i need a part 2 or i will die

ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?

pairings: f1 grid x driver!reader (she/her pronouns)

warnings: angst. angst. angst. swearing. like a lot of swearing. i cannot write crashes/contact for the life of me. argument. lando and reader are assholes in this. 

author's note: dont even ask me why i wrote this, i got inspired and needed it out of my system. lol. 

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''Retire the car. Too much damage. Sorry, Y/N.'' Marco informed her over the radio, sounding frustrated and apologetic over her already finished race. 

The driver took a deep breath before answering. ''Too bad, it was going well. Thanks, guys.'' 

Her race had in fact been going well. She'd made a great start going from P4 to P2, and had managed to keep up with the Red Bull of Max. They weren't even halfway in the race or Lando tried overtaking her, causing contact, causing her to run off in the gravel with too much trouble on the car to continue. 

In her opinion, it had been reckless. The McLaren driver knew exactly she would end up being forced off the track by the overtake, and that her race would most likely be over because of it. 

As she trudged back to the garage, helmet in hand, she could barely contain her frustration. The team greeted her with sympathetic looks, but she didn't stop to talk to anyone. She headed straight for her driver's room, needing a moment to cool off before she could face the media. 

Her hands trembled with anger as she peeled off her gloves, tossing them onto a nearby chair. The season hadn't been going how she had hoped or even expected it to go. Last year she had been the vice World Champion, the undisputed second-best driver on the grid, the only one to essentially have been able to challenge Max's dominance. Now, she got lucky to even end up in the top five of a race. Her team's design of the car hadn't been meeting the expectations the engineers had set, and upgrades weren't helping in the way they had hoped. 

That is why this race weekend had been a great boost for the team's morale and confidence. Qualifying had gone really well, and for a moment they were able to fight for the win even. But the papaya car of No. 4 had shoved their hopes down the drain. 

Minutes later, there was a knock on the door. She turned to see Marco standing there, looking concerned. ''You okay?'' 

''Have I ever been okay,'' she remarked, a sarcastic chuckle leaving her lips. ''I'm just pissed, that's all. I had high hopes for today.'' 

''We all did,'' he smiled sadly. ''The stewards reviewed the incident, but he, uh, didn't get a penalty.'' He said softly, almost as if he was afraid of her reaction.

The young woman let out a bitter laugh. ''Of course he didn't, why would he?'' Her hands covered her face, briefly wiping off the sweat that had formed. 

Marco took a step closer, his expression a mix of empathy and disappointment. ''You drove brilliantly out there. Everyone saw it. The team saw it. It's just... racing politics sometimes.'' 

She dropped her hands, meeting his eyes with a mixture of anger and resignation. ''It's always like that, though. It's always the same drivers suffering the consequences of others, and they don't get shit for it. It is fucking annoying.'' 

Her engineer nodded, understanding everything she was saying. ''I know, we all know. But we keep fighting. We keep pushing. This season isn't over yet.'' 

''Yeah, true.'' She sighed. 

Marco gave her a reassuring smile. ''We'll be ready for the next race. We're all in this together, okay? We're all behind you.'' 

She nodded, feeling a small measure of comfort in his words. ''Thanks, I appreciate it.'' They shared a quick embrace, before he left to join the team again. Meanwhile she got herself ready to go to the media pen. As much as she wanted to hide away, she knew it was part of the job. 

Since she had an early exit, there wasn't much activity inside the area, though there were a bunch of reporters waiting for her. 

''Y/N, tough race today. Can you tell us what happened from your perspective?'' The reporter asked after briefly greeting her. 

''Yeah, it was, uh, challenging, I guess,'' she plastered a smile on her face. ''We had a great start, moving up to P2 and keeping pace with Max. Then, yeah, the contact with Lando. The car had a bunch of damage, and we decided to just retire the car.'' 

''Do you think it was a fair move by him?'' He followed up. 

She paused, weighing her response. ''Racing is always intense, especially at this level. I don't think it was the right move to make, but the stewards saw it as a racing incident.  I'll respect their decision, but it doesn't make it any less frustrating.'' 

''You and Lando are good friends, and have been racing against each other since your karting days. Will you talk to him afterwards or just forget about it?'' 

They had expected a question like this, so the media-trained answer came out very quickly. ''It was deemed a racing incident, so there is not much to say further about it.'' 

''How do you and your team plan to bounce back from this setback?'' The reporter for Sky Sports changed the topic. 

''We'll regroup and come back stronger,'' she answered, injecting as much determination into her voice as she could muster. ''This season has been tough, but my team and I are committed to pushing forward. We learn from every race, and today is no different.'' 

''That's great, thank you, Y/N.'' They wrapped up the interview, and she moved onto a new one. 

Once she had spoken to everyone she needed to speak to, she finally had a moment to herself. She knew the words she had just spoken were the right ones, but they did little to soothe the turmoil inside her. 

It didn't help that Lando managed to take the lead, and eventually get his first win. As she watched the remainder of the race from the sidelines, her emotions were all over the place. On the one hand, she was proud of her friend for finally making his dream come true. However, it had come at the expense of her race. She had pushed so hard this season, and to see her friend and rival celebrate his triumph while she stood there with nothing but frustration was almost unbearable. 

The cheers from the McLaren garage echoed in her ears. They celebrated wildly, the joy of his long-awaited victory palpable even from a distance. He was swarmed by his team as they shouted his name. 

The podium ceremony was even worse. As Lando stood on the top step, the British national anthem playing in the background, she couldn't help but replay the moment that had ended her race. She could see the excitement in his eyes, the genuine happiness that came with achieving a lifelong dream. But all she could think about was the contact, the gravel trap, and the wrecked potential of what could have been her race. 

Under any other circumstance, she would have been there for him. She would have run to the ceremony herself, just like he had done for her when she got her first win in F1 and made history as the first woman to do so. But it just stung too deep. 

''Lando, there was an incident with Y/N that resulted in her retiring from the race. Can you tell us what happened there?'' The Dutch reporter asked the race winner. 

Lando's expression shifted slightly, the euphoria dimming just a bit. ''Uh, yeah. I saw a gap and went for it. It was a tight move, and unfortunately, it led to some contact. But that's racing, you know.'' 

''Have you spoken to her yet?'' 

''Not yet,'' he admitted. ''But I don't think there is much to talk about.'' He chuckled, quickly glancing sideways, but his laugh seemed forced.

''She told Sky Sports that she didn't think you made the right move there.'' The journalist said, instigating a headline for them to be able to use. 

Lando frowned at his words, but recovered. ''Well, that's her opinion. It was just racing for me.'' 

''So you don't regret making the move?'' The reporter pressed on. 

The Brit took a deep breath before answering. ''I regret that it ended her race. But as a racer, you have to take chances. It's a fine line, you know.''

The older man in front of him nodded at his response, knowing they had gotten a glimpse of the tension that was present between the fan-favorite duo. ''Thank you, Lando. Congratulations again.'' 

''Thank you.'' 

With that, the interview wrapped up, and Lando moved onto the next reporter. As he walked away, he couldn't shake the feeling of unease. He didn't think he had done anything wrong, so why was everyone talking to him as if he had done something wrong? 

Y/N was struggling to unwind. The events of the day played over and over in her mind, each replay more frustrating than the last. She tried to distract herself by either watching some TikToks or TV, but nothing could drown out her thoughts. The texts from her friends, family and team certainly didn't help. It was a nice gesture, but she didn't want to think about the race anymore and the messages weren't helping. Finally, she decided to call it a night and climbed into bed, hoping sleep would offer some respite. 

Just as she was starting to drift off, another knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. It was unusual for someone to bother her this late, especially when she was winding down in her hotel room.

She frowned and got out of bed, opening the door to find Lando standing there, wearing his signature grin, acting nonchalant as ever. ''You wanna come celebrate with us? We rented a club.'' 

Y/N frowned at him, confused over his casual behavior. ''No.'' She scoffed, offended by the mere thought. 

It was now Lando's turn to frown at his friend. ''Why?'' 

She crossed her arms, incredulous at his obliviousness. ''Why? Are you taking the fucking piss out of me or something.'' 

His grin faltered slightly, but he tried to maintain his composure. ''If this is about the racing incident then you're being ridiculous.'' 

Her eyes widened in disbelief, her frustration boiling over. ''I am being ridiculous? You were ridiculous with that move you pulled!'' She retorted, raising her voice. ''You ran me off the track knowing how hard this season has fucking been for me. You know how much I needed a good result today and you ruined it for me!'' 

''Y/N, I get that you're upset, but it's racing. These things are bound to happen. I saw a gap and I went for it. The stewards didn't even penalize me, so clearly, it wasn't as bad as you're making it out to be.'' He was restraining from rolling his eyes, she could tell. 

She scoffed, shaking her head. ''Oh, so now you're agreeing with the stewards? Now that it is benefitting you? And there was no fucking gap, you were just being selfish. You knew what you were doing, and you didn't care how it would affect me.'' 

Lando's face hardened, his patience wearing thin. ''I didn't do it on purpose to screw you over, where the fuck are you getting that from? I saw an opportunity, and I took it. That's what we do out there. You know that better than anyone." 

''If that opportunity was ruining my fucking race, then yeah, you really took the opportunity, Norris.'' She rolled her eyes, voice tinged with sarcasm. 

He took a step closer, his frustration now matching hers. ''I'm sorry that you didn't get the result you wanted today, I really am. But I am not going to apologize for racing and doing my job, Y/N.'' 

She simply glared at him, disappointed in how he was acting towards her. They'd never really had an argument before, at least not one where they couldn't see each other's point. They'd been frustrated with each other before, but it was always in reason. 

''If anything, I should be angry with you- not the other way.'' Lando suddenly said. 

''Why's that?'' She sneered, almost in disbelief that he would have a valid reason. 

''Because you didn't even have the fucking guts to congratulate me,'' he snapped back, ''when you won Silverstone, I was literally one of the first people to hug you and congratulate you for your win. I stood next to your fucking parents, Y/N! And today you didn't even bother doing anything.'' 

Her mouth fell open, a mix of shock and anger flooding her veins. ''You are unbelievable… You ruined my fucking race, Lando! How am I supposed to stand there and cheer for you when you cost me everything today?'' 

He rolled his eyes while throwing up his hands. ''This isn't just about today. You're just jealous because my season has been going so much better than yours. You can't fucking stand that for one time I'm doing actually better than you.'' 

''Jealous… of you?'' The words came out like laughter, slightly hurting the McLaren driver's ego. ''You think I can't be happy for you because I'm not doing as well? That's so low, Lando.'' 

''Ever since the start of the season you've been so moody and distant, and now you can't even say or even fucking text me a congratulations for my first win. You're so pissed that I got a win before you this season, you can't even hide it.'' He shot back. 

''Oh, give me a break. Like you wouldn't act the same if you were getting all these shit results. Maybe I didn't congratulate you because I was too busy trying to scrape gravel out of my fucking tires.'' She remarked, throwing in the sarcastic comment. 

Lando looked unimpressed by her remark. ''You're just mad cause I'm outshining you. You can't fucking stand that I'm getting all the attention.'' 

''Outshining me? Are you hearing yourself?'' She mocked him, laughing bitterly. ''You get one win and you're acting like you're a fucking World Champion already. You've been riding Max's dick these last years hoping some of his success will rub off on you. Newsflash Norris, everyone is just fucking laughing at you.'' 

His face turned red, either embarrassment or anger. ''At least I'm not constantly whining about my car and blaming everyone else for my problems. Maybe if you spent more time focusing on your driving and less on complaining, you'd have more to celebrate.'' 

''You're a fucking spoiled brat who can't stand some competition. You think everything should be handed to you on a silver platter.'' She retorted. 

''And you're a fucking baby who throws a temper tantrum everytime you don't get what you want. It's time to fucking grow up, Y/N!'' He shouted, his voice rising with each word. 

She took a step closer to him. ''You should spend less time trying to prove yourself to people who don't give a shit about you, and more time trying to be a decent fucking human being. I'm ashamed to call you one of my best friends.'' 

That last sentence had clearly hit a nerve or several nerves. He shook his head, taking a few steps back. ''Fuck you, Y/N. Enjoy your pity party.'' Lando turned and walked away, joining his friends who were waiting in the lobby. 

She watched him go, her chest heaving with a mix of anger and heartbreak. She could feel the pulse of her racing heart, the adrenaline from their argument making her feel jittery and unsteady. 

A lump formed in her throat as she replayed the last few minutes in her mind. She cringed internally at the words she had fired at Lando, while also trying to ignore the sting from his own harsh words. She wondered how they would be able to come back from this. They had never been in a situation like this before, and she knew that she would never want to be in this situation again. 

The young woman knew that she had let her emotions get the best of her. She had always prided herself on being fair and understanding, but now she felt ashamed of herself. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of another door opening. George peeked out, concern etched on his face. ''Y/N, you okay?'' 

She shook her head, not wanting to deal with anyone else. ''Mind your business, Russell.'' She retreated back into her room, not before slamming the door behind her. 

As she leaned against the closed door, the weight of the evening pressed down on her. The room felt too small, her emotions too big. She slid down to the floor, pulling her knees to her chest, and let the tears she had been holding back finally fall.

Even when she finally got up, even when she tucked herself in again for the final time, and even when she tossed and turned the entire night, the same question lingered in her mind. 

Are they still friends? 

The question haunted her, gnawing at her thoughts every time she closed her eyes. She replayed the argument over and over, dissecting every word, every expression. The hurt in his eyes, the anger in his voice- it all felt so raw and irreversible. 

As the hours dragged on, sleep remained elusive. The darkness of the room mirrored the uncertainty in her heart. She knew they both needed time to cool off, to reflect, but the thought of facing Lando again filled her with dread.

The first light of dawn began to seep through the curtains, and she felt no more at ease than she had the night before. 

Are they still friends? 

story ideas are always welcome, but remember that it can take a while for me to get to it! :)

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Intro

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

Part Eleven

Part Twelve

Part Thirteen

Part Fourteen

Part Fifteen

Part Sixteen

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Timeline of Thirty’s Championship Wins

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Twitter thread of why Thirty is yn

ThirtysNo1Fan Instagram Page

My Tears Ricochet - f1 grid x indycar!reader

+summary: after a devastating end of a six-year relationship, she decided a change was needed. a change that ultimately brings her more opportunities, and she even finds love in an unexpected place. +pairing: f1 grid x indycar!driver +warnings: cheating, curse words, pregnancy, betrayal, mentions sexism, mentions misogyny, etc. If I missed something, let me know. face claim: tony breidinger dedicated to @fangirl-dot-com. They helped me so much whenever I got stuck. I highly recommend them. Their fics are so good. I do not give my permission to have my work reposted. I do not give my permission to have my work translated. If I'm notified that you've stolen my work or claim it as your own, you'll be asked to take it down before I'll report you. End of discussion.

The way Wyatt became possessive over his phone when before he'd always let her use it was concerning, but she brushed it off thinking maybe it was just a one-time thing. Then she noticed whenever she stepped into the room, and he was on the phone, he'd leave or if they were in the room together and his phone rang, he'd get up and answer it in a different room. The thought of him cheating on her crossed her mind at one point, but he wouldn't do that, right?

Right? Wrong.

Stepping into the house after a long flight, all she wanted to do was take a nice hot shower to scrub off the airport griminess and cuddle with Wyatt on the couch, but walking through the house, she noticed articles of clothing strewn about. 'That's weird' she thought to herself. Her ears picked up moaning sounds coming from their shared bedroom. Hearing lewd sounds like that made her blood run cold. Wyatt was cheating on her, but with whom?

Opening the door to their bedroom, she was met with Wyatt having her barely eighteen-year-old sister, Elizabeth, bent over the side of the bed.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Wyatt pushed Elizabeth forward, letting her hit the mattress. "Y/n, babe, this isn't what it looks like."

"Really? Because to me it looks like you were just balls deep in my sister." her eyes darted to said sister who's twirling her hair in-between her fingers and kicking her feet back and forth all with a smug look on her face. "And you! You're my sister. How could you do this to me?"

"I've loved him for years and it wasn't fair that you had him all to yourself."

"So, you thought it was a good idea for you to sleep with him?! Do you hear yourself?"

Elizabeth got up from the bed and walked over to Wyatt, wrapping her arms around his waist. "It's not the first time we've slept together."

"What does she mean, Wyatt?"

"Go ahead, babe. Tell her, or I will," Wyatt looking down at his feet hesitating to tell her was everything she needed to know that whatever's been going on between the two of them has been going on for a while. "Since he won't say anything, we've been together for eight months."

"Eight months?!?! Un-fucking-believable."

"Is now a bad time to say I'm pregnant- wait, what are you doing?" Elizabeth asked, watching as y/n left the bedroom, muttering under her breath about how her own sister was a backstabbing, home wrecking whore.

"I'm picking yours and his clothes up off the floor and throwing them in the trash where they belong."

"You can't do that!"

"Seeing as this is my house, I can do what I want and I'm just cleaning up the mess you left behind as per usual."

"But-"

Y/n walked over to the front door, opening it and gestured for her to leave. "I don't care where you go, or who you go to, because you are no longer welcomed here."

With no other choice, Elizabeth dug hers and Wyatt's clothes out of the trash and got dressed. Once they were gone, she wasted no time in reaching for her rather expensive tequila and drank it straight from the bottle.

"Who needs boyfriends when you have a sister like Elizabeth."

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yourinstagram italy photo dump.

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josefnewgarden where was my invite?

⤷ yourinstagram it got lost in the mail.

user1 I find it a little weird that she's in Maranello 🤔

⤷user2 everyone takes a vacation to Maranello, so it's not that weird.

⤷user1 maybe but wearing a Ferrari jacket and going to the Ferrari Museum and then taking a picture of the prancing horse? its sus to me.

user3 If you go to formula one, I swear to God I'll scream.

*liked by yourinstagram*

⤷user4 Y/N LIKED?!?

⤷user5 this pretty much confirms she's going to f1.

user6 that jacket is sooooo cute!

ScuderiaFerrari red looks good on you.

*liked by yourinstagram*

⤷user7 ARIANA WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

user8 there's a reason why there hasn't been a woman in formula one in thirty-three years.

⤷user9 and its because formula one is for men and not women.

⤷user10 if she does to f1, she'll choke under the pressure and go back to indycar.

She'd be lying if she said listening to the Ferrari higher ups talk about what was expected of her once she signed the contract wasn't lowkey terrifying. Ferrari was the dream team. A team every driver wanted to be a part of because of its past successes and rich history. And who wouldn't want to join the likes of Fangio, Lauda, Prost and Schumacher in the Ferrari Hall of fame?

"You with us, y/n?" her lawyer set his hand on her shoulder, getting her attention.

"I'm sorry, but can you repeat that?"

"As we were saying, Ferrari goes deeper than just a brand of car. Many individuals have joined over the years, but many have also cracked under the pressure. Are you sure you can handle it?"

"Oh! Definitely."

"If you're so sure, then sign away," Fred slid the contract over the sleek oak table and handed her a pen, hurriedly signing her name on the dotted line. As she set the pen down, it hit her. She was, as of that moment, a formula one driver for Scuderia Ferrari.

She stood up, shaking everyone's hand, stopping at Fred. "Thank you for taking a chance on me. I won't let you down."

"I know you won't." The small French man smiled. "Now, would you like a tour?"

Nodding her head, an older Ferrari employee guided them to the door and started going from room to room, talking intensively about anything and everything Ferrari. It was one thing to see pictures of past drivers and read their achievements, but to lay eyes on the multiple rows of championship winning cars was another. It only made the excitement grow.

That same Ferrari employee saw Charles and immediately waved him over. "Charles! Mate, come meet your new teammate!"

When their eyes met, it was like everything slowed down. It felt as if no one else was in the room but them. Just then, a warm, fuzzy feeling washed over her, and a small flutter of butterflies tickled inside her body. Was this love at first sight? But she just met Charles. There's no way she could possibly fall in love with her new teammate Right?

The corners of the Monegasques' mouth curved into a grin. "I'm Charles."

"I'm Y/n."

His trainer and the Ferrari employee exchanged looks and knew something special had happened between the two drivers. No one looks at someone like that and does not end up together.

"As much as I'd love to stay and chat, I got to get going. We should get together sometime and get to know each other since we're going to be teammates."

"I'd love that!"

They swapped phones, putting each other's numbers in. As the tour continued, she looked over her shoulder and watched him walk away, completely ignoring the Ferrari employee. The season couldn't start fast enough.

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scuderiaferrari pushing past expectations and shattering glass ceilings, y/n y/ln makes history by being the first woman since Giovanna Amati in 1992 to race in formula one. Everyone here at Ferrari can't wait to see what you achieve!

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yourinstagram racing for Ferrari has always been a dream of mine since I was a kid and now that's coming to fruition feels amazing. thank you for this opportunity.

⤷scuderiaferrari 🥰❤️

user1 time to stop watching formula one.

⤷user2 if you're going to stop watching formula one all because a woman joined the grid, then that's says a lot about you as a person.

charles_leclerc the season can't start fast enough!

*liked by yourinstagram*

user3 while I'm sad to see her leave IndyCar, I'm excited to see her race in formula one.

lewishamilton this is not only inspirational to me, but many women who want to get into motorsports, or even formula one, but don't because of the rampant sexism and misogyny. I know your career in formula one is going to bright!

⤷yourinstagram you have no idea how much this means to me!

user4 with charles and y/n Ferrari will be unstoppable.

*liked by scuderiaferrari*

user5 Ferrari dominance will bore people.

user6 Ferrari wdc and wcc confirmed!

part two will have ALL the drama.

tagging:

@letsgetfuckingsuperwholocked @patzammit @tinycyberhacker @keenmarvellover @mrspeacem1nusone @lendeluxe @alexxavicry @allenajade-ite @catswag22 @eugene-emt-roe @wcnorris @bibissparkles @cherry-piee @khaylin27 @evie-119

Nuisance - F1 Grid

Summary: The media love to paint pictures, y/n loves to feed into it and mess them around. She’s a manipulative little thing and she doesn’t care how her public image looks. If it’s not on track results then she cares very little about it at all. She’ll have fun, wreak havoc and maybe drag a couple others out to match her energy. But the woman is irreplaceable and they all know no bad story could be bad enough when she’s at the centre of it. She only says and does what everyone else wants to say and do.

2025 Red Bull driver!reader (and yes, she's an extraordinary rookie driver because I never let the reader be less than the best)

No part 2 requests please

Lewis grins applauding y/n as she walks into the paddock. His outfits can't scratch the surface on the extravagance of hers and she takes pride in looking that she mixed casual with the Met Gala.

"Have you been waiting?" Y/n teases as he looks at the new Ferrari driver.

"Of course. You promised the best outfit for the opening race." Lewis states making her grin and do a spin.

"Did I deliver?"

"Without a doubt." Lewis confirms earning a smile and wink at her.

"I've got to go, but you look sexy too. I'm sure I'll see you at some point later." Y/n grins then frolicking off into the Red Bull unit.

"Hey, gorgeous." Her race engineer, Ralph smiles as she walks in. "Wow, I thought the testing days were impressive fashion."

"Oh trust me, I'm just getting started." Y/n mumbles making the man chuckle. "But I am going to change, I'll be a few minutes."

Y/n changes into the usual team attire before heading out to find the PR team since she's not shy about part-taking in PR which makes Max's life much easier too.

"Hey, there she is. The headline hogger." Max laughs as he passes her. "Other teams are going to get mad if you keep taking all the headlines."

"I can't help if everyone is obsessed with me." Y/n shrugs then sticking out her tongue but she does trip in the process and find herself being caught by a team member. "Ooh, oh my gosh thank you. Max! That's your fault."

Max only bursts out laughing as she grins at him then finds her assigned PR team member, Jodie.

They've already had several meetings about y/n's reputation since even in F2 and as far back as F3, y/n was at the forefront of slightly more unhinged comments, behaviour and being a woman means they didn't always treat her as fairly for behaviours that her male counterparts always displayed.

So part way through her F2 season last year she decided to embrace it. Somehow that seemed to appeal to Red Bull, or at least she appealed to everyone but the PR team who have already told her they've got a number count for the amount of headaches she's caused. Though they haven't actually told her what the number it.

-

"Question for y/n. Do you really think you have what it takes to not only challenge Max but the other drivers?" The reporter asks making Lando, Charles, Pierre, Ollie and Alex all look at the reporter in shock before looking at y/n who looks like she's just been served a steak to devour.

"I think that's quite a rude question to ask but I'll answer it with the same level of rudeness so you learn your lesson." Y/n smiles making some of the other drivers almost shift with excitement what's no doubt going to be an answer that causes a backlash. "I think I have what it takes, I think other people wouldn't have decided to bring me in if there was some confidence that I at least have some talent. More talent than it takes to ask stupid questions like that."

Jaws drop as y/n smiles sweetly nodding at him in a silent (and very sarcastic) thanks as she places her mic down.

"Right...anything else?" They asks looking around while y/n smile knowing she's just upped the PR team headache count.

But the drivers are all freed and move with Pierre poking her side.

"You just landed yourself in hot water."

"I'll make up for it on track." Y/n shrugs making Pierre laugh as Lando clamps his hands down on her shoulders giving her a gentle shake while she smiles.

"Whatever clause you've got in your contract to get away with that, I need you to teach me your negotiation ways." Lando states earning a grin from her before they each find themselves paired with their PR people, Jodie looking at y/n with a look that tells her exactly what she's thinking.

"I know. I know. I'm in trouble, but these reporters wouldn't be harmed by discovering the existence of respect towards the people who actually give them something to report on." Y/n states making Jodie sigh.

"It was time someone put that guy in his place." Jodie sighs earning a small smile. "But for that you owe my 5 social media challenge posts.

"5?! Please tell me Max is going to be forced to do them too?" Y/n pouts making Jodie shrug innocently which means Max is being pulled into it and she would've been pulled into it regardless of her comments, but it's just now she can't complain.

Really y/n doesn't mind doing social media stuff, she has fun and actually her and Max have so far made a mockery of everything they've cornered them into doing it.

"Maxie!" Y/n laugh as she sees her teammate who manages to use his quick reflexes to catch her when she jumps on him and holds him tightly. "How's my favourite teammate on this fine day?"

"What have you been drinking?" Max questions jokingly as she moves back off of him.

"Red Bull." Y/n grins then sighing as she looks at PR team. "So what are we doing?"

-

Y/n laughs as she is carried to anthem by Max before he places her down so she can get to her spot.

"Thank you." Y/n smiles as she jogs to stand between Nico and Ollie who really dwarf her since they're two of the tallest on the grid. "I need a step if they're going to put me between you two."

Y/n qualified P5 yesterday which for a rookie is a pretty decent start.

"Hey, good luck for you first races." Nico states once they can leave, admittedly feeling incredibly old to be saying that to y/n and Ollie.

"Thanks." Y/n smiles since she's never actually mean to the other drivers. "You can come celebrate with us after the race. The right way."

"Of course." Nico laughs before they part with a fist bump which she shares with Ollie too.

"You too, Ollie. Rookies gotta celebrate everything together." Y/n laughs earning immediate agreement.

Y/n moves to Ralph and Lottie, her trainer shadow at her while Lottie smiles shaking her head.

"Get everything on before you run out of time." Lottie demands making y/n grin but do as she's too, putting her ear pieces in before the balaclava goes on and her helmet follows.

Y/n yawns moves around high-fiving the team around her car before climbing into the cock pit and sighing as she gets strapped in.

"You got this kid, only have to finish the race and we'll be proud."

Y/n looks up at the man who pats the top of her helmet once she's secured. They know she's a bit of a nightmare to the PR team but so far she's charmed the mechanics into all being her friends.

Eventually it's just her in the car, ready for her first formation lap and her first start.

"Radio check, y/n." Ralph calls into her radio.

"Radio check, loud and clear." Y/n confirms before Ralph starts the tyre info and count down and she begins to feel that rush of adrenaline that had already somewhat kicked in.

Then she's moving and the whole thing feels so real. Y/n almost feels like the Albert Park track is gone in the blink of an eye as she pulls up to her grid slot again.

A lot of people warned her that it'd be scary, stressful or just panic-inducing. But instead she's feeling that thrill that she loves. For y/n this is fun, this is exciting and this is what makes her life worth living. She absolutely adores racing.

When the lights go out she feels like she just had the best off the line start she's ever had and she jumps both P4 and P3 in the first corner.

"Y/n is not here to play. She's here to make the best first impression." Crofty comments as they watch her already chasing for P2.

"I think y/n is here to play, for her this is all one giant game and she wants to win it. I was talking to her yesterday and she has an outlook I've really never seen from a rookie or any driver that I can think of when it comes to racing." Martin comments since he's been incredibly impressed. "I think we might have one of the biggest young talents in the game and Red Bull have done it again."

"Max certainly has reason to worry when it comes to his reign in the team for top dog. Y/n is not the type to roll over."

"Yes. Well Red Bull's young talents rarely are that type." Martin hums before the screen changes to a battle further back.

Y/n doesn't manage to challenge for the P2 like she really wants to, in fact she sort of ends up having a fairly lonely race with a gap behind and a gap ahead even when she pits she manages to come out in a gap.

But it's a podium in her first ever F1 race.

That's pretty damn good.

"P3! Get that car up to the 3 stand and come see the team." Ralph states sounding very proud and actually injecting some joy back into her.

"I'm coming." Y/n smiles as she spots Lewis applauding her as he drives alongside her making her wave back.

A few drivers actually drive past to applaud her before she finally pulls up and the cheering of the red bull team awaiting her is actually ground-shaking as she runs towards them.

A rookie in her first race on the podium is something huge to celebrate.

The cheers are even a little from other teams. Poor Max took P2 but is having to watch his team, not that he's annoyed. In fact he's waiting his turn to hug the young woman.

Eventually her body is released from the group and she's immediately picked up by Max spinning her around and she hardly gets her footing before she's hugged tightly by another body in the form of the winner of the race, Lando (sorry he needs a fictional win after Hungary).

"How's it feel?" Lando asks as an FIA personnel urges her to get weighed.

"It feels like I want to celebrate your win, my podium and a good race after this. So you two better be ready for a night of feral behaviour."

And that they don't doubt.

By the time they get up to the podium, Max and Lando have already agreed to absolutely blind the young woman in a blessing of champagne.

And they do exactly that to the point where Max is holding her up to keep her balance when they're taking photos since her vision is a stinging white. He even guides her off the podium with Lottie at the ready to help her.

"Jesus, how long does it take to see properly again?" Y/n asks before almost falling back when Lottie splashes her face with water to try and aid the cleaning of her eyes. "Jesus, Lottie. Warning wouldn't go a miss."

"Sorry, I thought you could at least see a little." Lottie laughs as y/n blinks a couple times. "Can you see?"

"Yeah, actually that helped. But warning would still be nice."

"Noted. Water!" Lottie yells then squeezing a water bottle that once again splashes at her face.

"Yeah, much better." Y/n hums sarcastically trying to balance holding her trophy while wiping at her eyes.

-

Turns out more than Lando and Max were happy to celebrate the first race. It being Oscar's home race and just the kick off to the 2025 season a lot of people were happy to join them.

Y/n did have Lottie there to make sure she wasn't going so far that she was going to be ill in the morning. But she couldn't stop y/n from ending up sleeping on Max's suite floor with a few other drivers because they were too drunk to deliver back to their hotel rooms.

Lando, Carlos, Ollie Pierre and Daniel are all laid around the room too.

Y/n wakes with a startle of coughing a little before she lies back down then jumping when she realises the surface beneath her head is breathing.

"It's ok." Carlos comments with a lazy smile. He definitely was one of the more sober of the drivers.

"Oh god." Y/n groans actually hiding her face in his top.

"You just need water to rehydrate you'll be fine." Max states placing a couple of water bottles down next to her.

The rest of the morning is slow moving and she is back in her own suite only after an hour of lying on the floor, another half hour of trying to decide if the breakfast is making her dry heave or settling her stomach and then eventually Lottie appears to peel her from the suite floor. She exchanges goodbyes with the other slow moving drivers before finally finding the door.

"I'll see you in a bit, remember you're meeting me for a flight home." Max reminds y/n and Lottie.

"Yes, boss." Y/n salutes then wincing as she's guided out the suite again.

"You always land yourself in hot water. Did you have to share a video of you and the other drivers all piled in on the hotel bed?"

"If you think I remember doing that or that I was sober enough to be aware of what I was posting. You are highly mistaken. Anyway if people want to call me a slut for being friends with the other drivers then they can. I don't give a fuck." Y/n shrugs then sighing. "I'll apologise to Jodie for it another day when I feel less like I might've died and been resuscitated."

"I'm sure she'll appreciate that."

-

The flight is up to China with no arrangement to get themselves back over to European times and mess with their body clocks any more.

But with Lando, Daniel and Alex also kindly allowed a free flight on the Max's jet, her struggle following the celebration is well documented.

Eventually though she finds herself a little over a week later, more than recovered and ready to take on the Chinese GP, with more media asking questions. This time she's not in the press conference but she doesn't have to be for them to be using her to continue to fill their headlines.

"Y/n, you started the season right but is your lifestyle outside of F1-"

"I don't think my life at all outside of F1 is something for you to ask about. If I want to drink, sleep around or give my soul to our lord and saviour Jesus Christ and join a convent then that's my business. Not F1 business. But I'm sure you'll know before I do if any of that happens." Y/n smiles making the reporter smile clearly amused but also mildly irritated. "Sorry, I'm stopping you from doing your job. Please continue with your invasive and assumptive questions about my life that has nothing to do with racing."

"Y/n." Jodie warns from beside her making her sigh a little.

"Sorry. I'm making for bad PR as if you don't give me that already." Y/n sighs shaking her head.

Eventually her interviews are done and she is freed from the urge to bite into those foamy covers they have not he mics. It's a good thing she doesn't follow through on her intrusive thoughts.

"I hope you've been on your best behaviour but Jodie's face says otherwise." Ralph comments as y/n appears for her seat fitting.

"She told the reporter to continue asking invasive and assumptive questions about her life." Jodie whines while Ralph just smirks with a bit of pride.

They thought they had it brought with Max and his attitude towards the media but y/n takes unhinged to another degree. And they already intend to have her around for a long time if she keeps up the good results, which means poor Jodie or her successor for the position is going to have to deal with y/n for a long time.

#poor baby :( #fuck his verstappen #who’s the 3x wdc and who’s the one who never won a race?

"You'll never make it, you stupid asshole, stupid pig." Jos Verstappen you'll burn in hell.

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#amazing #wonderful #incredible #i love platonic grid x reader fics

# THE BETTER NORRIS ! F1 GRID X ADOPTED NORRIS! READER, SMAU

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# WARNINGS : cussing, i know nothing about the parents of lando so everything is fictional. lowercase intended, spelling errors (english isn’t my first language). lando's actual siblings are not really mentioned in this since I don't know anything about them. reader hitchhikes. an excessive usage of emojis such as “🙄, 🤫, 😝, 😭,😊,😉”. reader is 18 in the story btw (the age isn’t really mentioned so i guess you can imagine it however you want)

# SUMMARY: the adventures of the formula one driver lando norris adopted sibling, y/n norris.

# AUTHORS NOTE : this is my first smau (that i’m posting). there’s no meaning behind this story i really just wanted to make it for fun. backstory for how reader (you) were adopted is not explained. reader is kinda of portrayed as bisexual, sorry only like three times. pretend lando is a soccer/football fan (and likes messi). some of these scenarios/comments actually happened to face claim.

# FACE CLAIM : marian guevara/theatomicbabe on instagram (i love her so much)

— instagram !

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thebetternorris visited jamaica once again, spent every moment with the children and made memorial memories that i will remember forever, thank you @junglenonprofit for making this event happen🤍🇯🇲

landonorris: very cool hair style in the last photo is that your new look?

-> thebetternorris: maybe it is. you should also try finding a new look instead of looking like a washed up mop you have on your head that you call curls

-> carlossainz55: ay no, she got you with that one 🤣

-> landonorris: I WAS LITERALLY BEING NICE. WHY DID YOU COME AFTER ME??

landonorris: since when did you go to jamaica???

-> thebetternorris: since two days ago, man keep up with the times 🙄🙄

maxverstappen1: y/n does your mom know you’re in jamaica??

-> thebetternorris: no.. don’t tell her, she doesn’t have instagram 🤫

-> ciscawauman: y/n norris.. you said you were with friends for this week?

-> thebetternorris: hi mama 😊😊 im with bsf/n. but im on my way home! (max emilian verstappen this is all your fault, im coming after you)

-> maxverstappen1: sorry y/n.. hi mrs.wauman!

-> ciscawauman: hello max 👋 y/n please don’t threaten someone through comments

username1: y/n’s interactions with the drivers will never fail to make me laugh

username2: i love you y/n!!!

username3: will forever appreciate how y/n is not pr trained. her posts and comments heal me

-> mclaren: that will change very soon, sadly.

-> thebetternorris: @.mclaren YOU WILL NEVER CATCH ME ALIVE

lewishamilton: good work, little norris, very proud of you, keep doing good in the world 🥰

-> thebetternorris: I LOVE U SIR LEWIS

-> lewishamilton: love you too

-> landonorris: lewis please ignore her

username4: y/n’s reply to lewis’ comment is so real

username5: the third picture is so cute 🥹

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april 21, 2024 (dates are for the post above ^^)

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thebetternorris 🍸🪩🌃🍾

landonorris: who is that guy in the last photo?

-> thebetternorris: i have no clue, i js chose it because i looked good. i think he was trynna lure me into a cult?

-> landonorris: WHAT?? CALL ME RIGHT NOW

username4: you can always rely on y/n to never disappoints with her outfits 😫😫

oscarpiastri: how come you never invite me to party out with you?

-> thebetternorris: because you steal all the girls and guys too 😕😕 also you’re too old

-> oscarpiastri: i’m barely 23??? and thank you or sorry idk man, you confuse me

username6: y/n’s life is so entertaining

username7: i wanna be like y/n when i grow up

username8: my goal in life is to party like y/n does

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april 25, 2024

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thebetternorris no caption 🌞 👤: @.girl1 @.girl2 @.girl3 @.guy1

girl3: i had so much fun y/n see you soonnn

-> thebetternorris: me too! see you soon 😊😊

-> landonorris: y/n what is this???? what do you mean see you soon???? ANSWER MY CALLS Y/N

landonorris: who are those girls and guy on the last two photos???

-> charles_leclerc: leave your sister alone, as if you weren’t doing crazy stuff this week either 🤣

-> thebetternorris: @.landonorris they have names you know, you shouldn’t just call them “those girls”. i thought mama taught you better. 🤨🤨

-> landonorris: @thebetternorris sorry..?? but you didn’t answer the question.. also please @charles_leclerc don’t expose my doings of this week onto the internet

username9: you’re the loml in a another universe 😔

-> thebetternorris: why not this universe 😉

-> danielriccardo: damn little norris has more rizz than her brother 😭 @.landonorris

-> landonorris: why do i keep getting attacked 💔

username10: having the caption as “no caption” is having a caption

-> thebetternorris: 🤓🤓

username11: does y/n like girls cause that third photo is a bit suspicious LMAOO

-> username12: i think so, especially because of her response to oscar's comment on her previous post

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april 27, 2024

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thebetternorris thank you @.newyorkcityfc for inviting me to document the New York City fc vs charlotte game. visiting the new york city fc game made me want to try out soccer, turns out it might be time that i change career path 😝

landonorris: you’re in new york??? since when. and @.newyorkcityfc just invited you???

-> thebetternorris: since two days ago and is that an insult?

-> landonorris: who are you staying with?

-> thebetternorris: man stop asking so many questions 😕

charles_leclerc: weren’t you in jamaica like less than a week ago?

-> thebetternorris: weren’t you in china less than a week ago? why you judging where im traveling, i don’t judge you. you literally fly somewhere each week for your go karting 🙄

username13: y/n’s post are so unpredictable each time 😭 she was just helping children in jamaica and is now at a soccer game in nyc

-> thebetternorris: gotta keep y’all on your toes 🤫

-> username13: toes 🤤

-> thebetternorris: NAH GTFO LMAOOO

username14: y/n becoming a soccer player when??

username15: all of the norris siblings are so talented

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april 29, 2024

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thebetternorris miami grand prix day 2 & day 3 🤙. found out some guy with the same last name as me won? idk but congrats @.landonorris

username16: dang her brother just won his first race and she doesn’t even make a post about him?

-> username17: for real, like everyone congratulated him right after but not even his own sister

-> username18: @username9 well she is adopted 🤣

username19: it was so fun meeting you y/n!!!

-> thebetternorris: thank you pretty

username20: thank you for the water y/n 😊😊

-> thebetternorris: of courseee, had to give you that rich voss water 😉😉

-> landonorris: you gave a stranger water?? when?? you were with me the whole time???

-> thebetternorris: hey man you gotta start appreciating the people that support you, he was a worker ✊🏼

username21: hey i was the guy you were signing “way 2 sexy” with lolll

-> thebetternorris: AYY MY MANNN, i posted u on tiktok look at it 😉

jamescharles: omg i met you!! you’re gorgeous 🥰

-> thebetternorris: JAMESS HEYYY, i put you in my tiktok 🤙🤙

username22: omg you hugged me, remember i picked you up 😭

-> thebetternorris: I REMEMBER YOUU, that hug was great thanks man i needed that 🫵🏼 posted a full tiktok abt you

username23: your first outfit is so art teacher-coded

-> thebetternorris: is this a compliment or?? thank you though 😭

-> landonorris: @.username24 THATS WHAT I TOLD HER

landonorris: the number of people commenting that they met you is insane. @thebetternorris

-> thebetternorris: what can i say i'm js that guy 😼

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may 5, 2024

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thebetternorris congrats to @.landonorris for winning your first grand prix, in america 🦅🇺🇸, i’m so so proud! turns out having an adopted sister isn't so bad for your racing career after all 😜. btw to everyone in the comments section getting their gears all tangled because I didn't congratulate him sooner, chill out. I was busy practicing my own racing skills. yk, just in case he needs some real competition 😴 sorry @.maxverstappen1. i’m so proud of you, i'm forever grateful that i got picked from the “bin” i was found according to you 18 years ago, and it resulted in me being your sister :) 👤: @.landonorris @.oscarpiastri

landonorris: thank you for the congratulations, but did you really have to use those photos of me?

-> thebetternorris: damn you got your congrats just be grateful man 🙄

oscarpiastri: so this is why lando was crying, btw thank you for using a good photo of me

-> thebetternorris: OSCAR ARE YOU SERIOUS. @.landonorris YOU CRIED?? LMFAOOO

-> landonorris: @.oscarpiastri YOU SNITCH.

maxverstappen1: thank goodness you’re not a f1 driver, you’d be some real competition. we need to try go karting together soon 👍🏼

-> thebetternorris: i know this is a joke but thank u max 😔 we should go karting soon so i can beat you at it 😈

-> username24: i would pay to see y/n kart against max

username25: i don't even know anything about f1 but this made me tear up

username26: y/n getting hate for not congratulating her brother is insane

username27: people getting mad about y/n not congratulating lando as if they know anything about them

username28: y/n was one of the first people to congratulate lando, yall are hating a literal kid for smth so little 💀

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may 7, 2024

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thebetternorris pov that one unemployed friend on a tuesday (saturday). thank you @.mles for the invite and for letting me meet the goat @.leomessi 🩷🩷

joyboy: finally found someone that is everywhere like me

-> thebetternorris: paris fashion week next 😉?

-> landonorris: NO???

username29: IS THAT LIONEL MESSI??

-> thebetternorris: that’s literally oomf what are you talking abt 🙄

ueername30: y/n is literally everywhere but home

username31: y/n's smile 🥰🥰

carlossainz55: Real Madrid CF>>>

-> thebetternorris: carlos get outta here 😕😕

username32: te encantaría ser un hombre nunca lo vas a ser y eso es lo que te jode (you’d love to be a man and you’ll never be a man and that fucks with you)

-> thebetternorris: @.username32 me encanta ser mujerrr (i love being a womann)

-> username32: @thebetternorris pues lo disimulas fatal (well you hide it well)

-> thebetternorris: @.username32 que es ser mujer para ti? (what is being a woman to you?)

-> username33: SHE GOT YOU THERE 💀@.username32

landonorris: you meeting messi before me insane 😔

leomessi: gracias por tu apoyo 🩷 que chistoso la caption 🤣 (thank you for your support 🩷 how funny the caption is)

-> landonorris: oh you’re joking.

-> thebetternorris: @.leomessi 🩷🩷 (i’m so normal abt this..)

username33: i wanna be y/n's camera man

username34: who is taking these pictures of y/n

-> thebetternorris: for this game, some guy named jarvis took these photos idk but we're homies now

-> landonorris: WHO IS JARVIS???

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june 5, 2024

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thebetternorris i look sunburnt, swear it's just the lights 👤: bustarhymes

bustarhymes: it was nice meeting you little norris

-> thebetternorris: it was great meeting you man, your music is great

danielriccardo: mate i think you need a new cameraman because most of these are blurry...

-> thebetternorris: my pictures look better than yours, you're letting your jealousy show

landonorris: nah bro how did you meet busta rhymes before me.

-> thebetternorris: because i'm better than you

username35: you dead ass look like han jisung omg

-> thebetternorris: thank you, idk who that is but i get that a lot 😭

username34: y/n looks so much like young miko it’s insane

charles_leclerc: you look scary in the first picture

-> thebetternorris: i saw your paparazzi picture from the beach, your shoulders look scarier, learn how to put on sunscreen 😬

username36: y/n’s style is so 🥰

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june 30, 2024

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thebetternorris back at the big apple 🍎🏙️

itsyoungmiko: hi twinn

-> thebetternorris: hey twin, we should meet up soon

lancestroll: how do you travel everywhere?

-> thebetternorris: walking and hitchhiking

-> lancestroll: hitchhiking? be safe norris

-> thebetternorris: yea hitchhiking. not all of us have private planes that our daddy pays for🙄(just joking, love u @lawerence_stroll pls give me money)

-> lancestroll: your brother literally flies private. please don't ask my dad for money 😭

lawerence_stroll: hello y/n, how much money do you need?

-> thebetternorris: HI MR.STROLL, thank you for the offer I was just joking, you're so nice. see you at the next gp 😊

username37: who is that on the last photo?

-> thebetternorris: THATS ME. LMFAOOO

username38: ain't no way you're in new york city rn, you were in florida a day ago.

-> thebetternorris: that's what hitchhiking is for, duh

-> username38: you dead ass hitchhiked a ride from florida to new york city. that's like 20 hours...

-> thebetternorris: “that’s like 20 hours…” ☝🏼🤓

username39: are you gonna go to the british gp?

-> thebetternorris: yes sadly 💔 lando is forcing me against my will 😕

oscarpiastri: don’t forget my keychain pls

-> thebetternorris: ofc man ill give it to you soon 🤙

zhouguanyu24: very cool pictures y/n

-> thebetternorris: HI ZHOUUU, i got you something for you and sweet corn 🥰

username40: future mom lore is gonna go insane

-> thebetternorris: 😈

landonorris: y/n are you ever not in the US. come back home..

-> thebetternorris: USA 🇺🇸🦅🦅

-> logansargeant: USA USA 🇺🇸🦅🦅

-> landonorris: @.logansargeant logan please don’t lure my sister into your cult that you americans have

-> logansargeant: @.landonorris we don’t have a cult in america 😭 well… don’t quote me on that 😔

-> username41: “you americans” is crazy 💀

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july 1, 2024

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