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"why was Lewis celebrated like that, he's not retiring" because he's a multiple world champion who has just left the team with which he has achieved his biggest triumphs and records to date, hope this helps
#Formula One#F1#Lewis Hamilton#Mercedes AMG Petronas Formula One Team#2024 Abu Dhabi Grand Prix#original posts
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Abu Dhabi GP '24 // Last podium as teammates 🫂
#cupping the back of his head....#sick behavior#I almost cried but still didn't...#which means Ferrari will hit me with something later that will tip the scales...#carlos sainz#charles leclerc#charlos#lando norris#Abu Dhabi GP '24#2024#gifs#mine#formula one#f1#ferrari#abu dhabi grand prix
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nico: "every dream needs a team" i would've preferred reading 'every team needs a hero' or something cause we're celebrating lewis here, rather than every dream needs a team crofty: (blah blah explains why you can't win without the team) nico: ...ok. 😶 no i just think it's kinda about lewis this weekend.
nico rosberg, Abu Dhabi 24, lewis hamilton's final race with mercedes
#nico rosberg#lewis hamilton#he asked why isnt merc celebrating their HERO#brocedes#abu dhabi grand prix 2024
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A Dream Realized
Word count: 730
Pairing: lando Norris x reader
Summary: Lando Norris wins the Abu Dhabi GP and the Constructors’ Championship, celebrating with family
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The air in Abu Dhabi was electric as the final race of the season reached its dramatic conclusion. Under the floodlights of the Yas Marina Circuit, Lando Norris crossed the finish line first, securing the victory—and clinching the Constructors’ Championship for his team.
The McLaren garage erupted with cheers and tears as the reality of the achievement sank in. The entire team jumped and hugged, their months of hard work finally paying off. But in the midst of the celebration, Y/n, Lando’s girlfriend, could only focus on one thing—him.
As soon as Lando brought his car to a stop in parc fermé, the cameras zoomed in on the triumphant driver climbing out of his car. Y/n didn’t wait for permission; she bolted from the McLaren garage, weaving through the sea of orange, straight towards him.
Lando pulled off his helmet, his face flushed with emotion, and just as he was turning toward his team, Y/n reached him. “Lando!” she called out, her voice breaking.
He spun around, his face lighting up the moment he saw her. Dropping everything in his hands, he opened his arms, and she threw herself into them. Lando lifted her off the ground, spinning her in a circle as tears streamed down both their faces.
“You did it!” she sobbed, holding his face in her hands as he set her down.
He grinned, brushing her hair back with trembling fingers. “We did it. I wouldn’t be here without you.”
The Sky Sports cameras caught every second, with David Croft exclaiming, “What a moment! Lando Norris is not just a winner for the constructors championship tonight but a winner in every sense of the word. His girlfriend, Y/n, clearly just as overjoyed as he is.”
Martin Brundle added warmly, “It’s always wonderful to see the people behind the driver—the ones who support them through the highs and lows. That embrace says it all.”
As Y/n stepped aside to let Lando celebrate with his team, she made her way to his parents, who were waiting by the podium steps. Adam and Cisca Norris beamed with pride, their son now a Grand Prix winner and McLaren a Constructors’ Champion.
When the trophy ceremony began, Y/n stood below the podium alongside his parents, watching Lando soak in the moment. The national anthem played, and Lando stood tall, afterwards gripping the trophy tightly with both hands as the crowd roared.
From below, Y/n’s eyes filled with tears again as she watched him raise the trophy high above his head. She could feel the pride radiating from his family. Cisca, noticing Y/n’s overwhelmed expression, pulled her into a warm embrace.
“He’s done it,” Cisca whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
Y/n nodded, clinging to her. “He deserves this so much. I’m so proud of him.”
“So are we, love. And we’re proud of you too,” Cisca said, pulling back to look at her with a smile. “You’ve been such a wonderful support for him. He’s lucky to have you.”
Y/n flushed, humbled by the kind words, and hugged Cisca again. Adam patted Y/n on the back, nodding in agreement, his eyes never leaving the podium.
As Lando came down from the podium, champagne-soaked and grinning ear to ear, he spotted his family and Y/n waiting for him. He jogged over, trophy still in hand, and immediately wrapped Y/n in another hug, lifting her off the ground once more.
“You looked amazing up there,” she said, laughing as he set her down.
“I could see you,” he replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I kept looking at you and thinking, ‘We really did it.’”
Cisca and Adam joined the moment, pulling Lando into a family embrace with Y/n squeezed between them. Sky Sports, still filming the celebration, captured the Norris family and Y/n in a heartwarming tableau, prompting Crofty to comment, “This is what it’s all about. Racing is a team sport, yes, but it’s also a family sport. And what a family moment this is for Lando Norris.”
#fanfiction#reader insert#fanfic#f1#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#f1 x reader#fluff#lando norris x y/n#lando noris#lando norris x you#lando norris x reader#lando x reader#lando norris#constructors championship#mclaren#f1 x female reader#f1 x y/n#f1 2024#f1 x you#f1 fic#formula 1#fomula one#formula one#formula racing#winner#abu dhabi gp 2024#abu dhabi grand prix
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charles apologising for not being enough after going from p19 to p3 will haunt me for the rest of my life
#charles leclerc#abu dhabi gp 2024#cl16#f1#formula 1#formula1#formula one#f1 blog#f1blr#2024 f1 season#scuderia ferrari#ferrari#lecfosi#tifosi#team red#team radio#ferrari team radio#abu dhabi grand prix#grand prix#race day#race weekend#motorsport#comfort person#text post#carlos sainz#cs55#charlos#constructors championship#f1 championship#f1 tumblr
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This Christmas
Summary: LN4 + “There’s no way I’m letting you spend Christmas alone.”
Song: Last Christmas by Wham!
Author’s note: Just Lando being the best boyfriend to his girl. Well done to Lando and McLaren for getting the constructor championships! Please like, reblog and share this! 🫶
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Lando wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer as the credits rolled on the movie you had been watching. The couch was warm, the atmosphere cozy, and even the remnants of the loud celebration from earlier felt distant.
It had been an incredible season for Lando and his team. They were the constructors' champions now, a victory that had led to a night of wild celebrations with friends and colleagues.
And here he was, still buzzing with excitement, while you tried to suppress a yawn.
“So, what should we do over Christmas?” Lando asked, breaking the silence. His voice was laced with anticipation, as if he had been savoring the question throughout the night.
You shifted slightly, your throat still sore from cheering too much, and murmured, “I thought I should stay over at my apartment and study for my exams.”
It was a practical thought, one conditioned by years of solitary holiday experiences. A part of you felt guilty even thinking of the studying when there was so much joy around.
“Studying? On Christmas?” Lando’s brows furrowed, and his expression turned into a dramatic pout. “So we’re staying over at yours then?”
You blinked in confusion, your heart skipping a beat at the thought. “Aren’t we having Christmas separately?”
Memories of past boyfriends flooded your mind, each one marked by their own traditions and expectations that rarely included you.
“God, I hate your exes so much,” Lando muttered, his tone shifting from playful to serious in a heartbeat. “You’ve never had a good boyfriend, have you?”
You turned to him, meeting his gaze. His eyes were sincere, a vibrant green that seemed to pull you in.
“I’ve never spent a holiday like that with anyone before,” you admitted quietly, biting your lip. “They always had their own family commitments.”
Lando shook his head, clearly frustrated. “That’s not how it’s supposed to be. Christmas is about spending time with people you care about. It’s about making memories together.”
You couldn’t help but laugh lightly, shaking your head. “And what about your family? Don’t you want to spend it with them?”
He waved his hand dismissively. “I’ll see them on Christmas Eve. But Christmas Day? It should be with you. I want you with me. We can have breakfast together, open gifts, maybe even start our own traditions if you want.”
He nudged closer, his brow furrowed in genuine concern. “You deserve that kind of love and happiness.”
His words warmed you, sparking something inside you that had been buried for so long. “You really mean that?” you asked, searching his eyes for any hint of doubt.
“Absolutely,” he replied, his voice steady and unwavering. “I want to make you feel everything your exes never made you feel. You deserve to feel cherished and loved, especially during the holidays.”
You couldn’t help but smile at his sincerity. “Okay, let’s do it,” you said softly. “It sounds perfect.”
As the realization settled in, a jolt of excitement coursed through you. This would be your first holiday together, the first time you could allow yourself to build a beautiful memory rather than keeping your emotional barriers up.
“Awesome! What do you want to do? Should we decorate? I know I’m not the best when it comes to that kind of thing, but I can try,” He grinned broadly, his enthusiasm infectious.
You playfully rolled your eyes, imagining Lando with glittery decorations and a lopsided Christmas tree. “Only if you promise to keep it from turning into a competition,” you laughed, knowing his competitive spirit all too well.
“I can’t promise that,” he replied with mock seriousness. “But how about this? We can make it a team effort. I can provide the muscle, and you can provide the creativity. We’ll create a beautiful Christmas masterpiece together.”
“Okay, deal,” you agreed, captivated by the spark in his eyes. “And maybe we can even bake some cookies or something?”
“Baking? You mean I get to eat too? Count me in! But, full disclosure, I might need your guidance in the baking department,” Lando chuckled. “Last time I made cookies, they turned into rock-hard, unidentifiable shapes.”
You laughed, picturing Lando in an apron, mixing flour and sugar, and it filled you with warmth. “We’ll have to do some research then. It’s not Christmas without cookies.”
“Great! This is going to be the best holiday ever!” He exclaimed, squeezing you tighter.
Resting your head against his shoulder, you felt the warmth of his body, the rhythm of his heartbeat matching your own.
There was a sense of safety in his embrace, something you had longed for but never quite attained in your past relationships.
“Lando?” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you for wanting to include me,” you replied, your heart full. “You really do make me feel special.”
He leaned down, brushing his lips against your forehead, his breath warm against your skin.
“That’s all I want for you, always. You deserve to feel special; I’ll show you how great it can be.”
In that moment, you both silently agreed: This Christmas would be different. It would be filled with joy, laughter, and the kind of love that made holidays unforgettable.
And as Lando pulled you closer and promised to make memories with you, you knew in your heart there was nowhere else you’d rather be. . . . .
The gentle rays of sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft golden hue across the cozy bedroom. You stirred beneath the plush duvet, feeling the warmth radiating from your partner beside you.
A lingering smell of something sweet and buttery wafted through the air, pulling you from the realm of dreams.
You blinked a few times, taking in the sight of Lando, still half-asleep, propped up with a tray on his lap. He smiled widely as he noticed you waking up, his green eyes sparkling with excitement.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” he said, trying to suppress a yawn but failing miserably. “I hope you’re ready for the best Christmas breakfast ever!”
You rubbed your eyes to clear the sleep, instantly caught up in the delicious array of treats laid out on the tray—fluffy pancakes drizzled with maple syrup, crispy bacon, perfectly scrambled eggs, and a couple of steaming cups of cocoa topped with whipped cream.
It felt like a scene from a holiday movie.
“This… this is amazing,” you said, genuinely touched. “You didn’t have to do all of this!”
A teasing smile crept across his face. “Oh, but I wanted to. It’s Christmas, after all! Plus, you deserve it. You work so hard.”
As you propped yourself up on your elbows, he leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. You felt warmth surge through your body at the contact, and suddenly, the holiday spirit felt even more alive.
“I can’t believe you’re actually mine,” you muttered against his lips, still a little dazed by the sudden sweetness of it all. The very thought still felt surreal sometimes.
He chuckled, pulling back slightly, amusement dancing in his features. “As much as I love you, please let me kiss you in peace. I’ve worked hard for this breakfast, and I don’t want to risk it getting cold over kiss-tastic moments.”
You pouted playfully and attempted to frown, but it was impossible with Lando’s infectious grin in front of you. “Fine, but only because you made me breakfast.” You settled back against the pillows, eyeing him.
“Let’s dig in, shall we?” He lifted the syrup with a flourish, the motion exaggerated as if presenting a trophy. “The pancakes are the star of the show today, after all.”
You laughed, anticipation bubbling in your chest as he handed you a fork. “Feast your eyes, babe! And your stomach!”
As the two of you savored the delicious meal together, exchanging bites and laughter, the room was filled with a sense of comfort that felt right at home.
Lando would occasionally steal little tastes from your plate, and the playful banter arose naturally—making silly sound effects when he took a huge bite or pretending to be too full for dessert after just one pancake.
“I’m saving room for the pie later!” he said dramatically, clutching his stomach.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but smile. “Are you actually planning to eat pie after this?”
“Of course! Christmas is all about indulging, isn’t it?” He leaned closer, his eyes mischievous. “Besides, I have to make sure I can out-eat you. It’s a matter of pride, you know?”
“Pride? Since when has food turned into a competition?” you replied, laughing.
“Ever since I met you,” he shot back, leaning in for another quick kiss before you could protest. “You bring out the competitive spirit in me!”
The banter continued endlessly as you finished your breakfast together, the moments effortlessly turning into cherished memories. After breakfast, he proposed the plan of opening gifts.
“I can’t wait for you to see what I got you!” Lando said excitedly, his childlike enthusiasm palpable.
“Oh, really? You’re that confident in your choice?” You teased, arching an eyebrow playfully. “You didn’t just get me socks or something, did you?”
“Hey now, socks can be super thoughtful, but no. I went all out. You’ll love it,” he said, his eyes twinkling with a secret.
“Okay, Mr. Mysterious. Let’s see then!” You hopped out of bed, excitement mixing with a hint of curiosity.
Lando jumped up too, leading you to the small pile of gifts artfully arranged under the twinkling Christmas tree, adorned with ornaments that sparkled like stars in the early morning light.
After a whirlwind of tearing through wrapping paper, playful giggles filling the room with joy, you finally held the gift in your hands—the one that made your heart race a little faster.
You unraveled it carefully to reveal a delicate silver necklace. It glimmered in the light, a tiny star shaped charm dangling gracefully from it.
“It’s beautiful,” you gasped, turning to him with wide eyes. “Lando, this is perfect!”
“I remember you saying how much you loved stargazing,” he grinned, standing behind you as you clasped it around your neck. “So I figured, why not wear a little piece of the night sky with you everywhere you go?”
Tears brimmed in your eyes at the thoughtfulness of his gift. “You’re seriously the best boyfriend,” you said, your voice trembling slightly as you turned to face him.
“And you make me the happiest guy ever,” he replied softly, wrapping his arms around you. “Now, about that pie…”
“Not until you give me a kiss!” you laughed, finally slipping back into the moment's warmth and charm.
You tugged him closer, pulling him in for a series of sloppy, heated kisses. You couldn’t help but tug a bit too hard on his shirt, the thrill of the moment sending jolts of energy between you.
“Okay, we have to stop, we can’t be kissing the whole time,” you said breathlessly, pulling back slowly to catch your breath.
“...nooooooo!” Lando exclaimed, chasing your lips. His eyes sparkled with mischief, and his laughter echoed in the night air.
You giggled, enjoying the playful energy that surrounded you both. “Lando,” you began, a teasing glint in your eye, “we can’t just keep making out. What about the pie?”
He raised an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth lifting into a boyish grin. “The pie will wait. What’s more important? Dessert or a moment with you?”
Your cheeks flushed, and you felt a wave of shyness wash over you. “You know it’s not just about the pie...” you said softly, looking down at the ground.
But the warmth in your chest told you how truly valued you felt in that moment.
He took a step closer, his gaze locked onto yours. “I know, but moments like these? With you? They’re rare. And I want to savor every second,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity.
You smiled, feeling your heart swell even more. “Okay, maybe just one more kiss… and then we can eat the pie,” you relented, your voice laced with laughter.
“Only one?” he asked, feigning disappointment. “What kind of boyfriend do you think I am?”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at his playful demeanor. “The type that can wait fifteen minutes for pie,” you teased, leaning in for another kiss.
His lips were warm and inviting, and you melted against him before reluctantly pulling away.
“Alright, you win. Let’s have some pie,” Lando said, finally stepping back towards the kitchen.
As he reached for the pie wrapped in a cloth, you couldn’t help but appreciate how warm, intimate, and genuine the morning felt.
After cutting a generous slice and serving it on two plates, Lando nudged you playfully. “A taste of sweetness to go along with the sweetness of the moment. What do you think, my lady?”
You laughed, taking a bite. “Perfect! But you know, this still doesn’t compare to the sweetness I get from you.”
With a grin, Lando took a bite of his own slice. “Too mushy?” he chuckled, wiping a bit of whipped cream from his lip.
“Never,” you said with a soft smile, and before you knew it, you were both in a playful food fight—laughter ringing through the night as you tried to dab each other with creamy spoons.
Lando leaned closer, lowering his voice dramatically. “Well, get ready for a full day of mushiness. This is going to be the best Christmas.”
“Besides… you’ve already made this Christmas special just by being here with me,” he said, his tone unexpectedly sincere. “I wanted to create memories that we can look back on and laugh about for years.”
Your heart fluttered at his words. “You know, you’re really good at this mushiness,” you said, pretending to contemplate. “Are you sure you’re not hiding a secret poet inside of you?”
“Only if you promise to be my muse," he shot back, puffing out his chest theatrically.
The crisp winter air whipped through the city, curling flakes of snow into delicate spirals as they drifted lazily from the sky.
Lando had suggested a day out in the snow, a break from the mundane, and while he had every confidence in the warmth of layering up, you were still determined to make a splash and resolve the winter blues.
In the mirror, you surveyed the finished look; a long, teal woolen dress that hugged your figure gracefully and flowed just above your knees.
It had a deep V neckline, trimmed in a subtle silver, but what made it really stand out was the shimmering overlay—it sparkled just enough in the light, suggesting a hint of magic.
The back had a modest plunge, which you hoped would garner Lando’s approval while still keeping the winter chill at bay. You had paired it with thick, knitted tights, soft leather knee-high boots and the necklace Lando had just got me, intertwining style with practicality.
As for layers beneath? A snug thermal top kept you warm, unseen beneath the gorgeous fabric.
You stepped out of the bedroom, feeling like a princess bound for an ice kingdom. “Are you ready?” Lando called from the living room, his tone bright with anticipation.
You paused, taking a moment to admire his grin before approaching him. His casual outfit, a thick navy overshirt paired with dark jeans, looked effortlessly stylish.
But as you turned to present your dress, you noticed his expression change.
He fell silent, eyes wide as he surveyed your ensemble. “Wow,” he finally managed, his breath catching in his throat. “You look… stunning.”
“Do you like it?” You twirled playfully, causing the silvery accents of your dress to shimmer in the soft light.
Lando’s cheeks flushed a light pink as he tried to muster a composed response. “It’s beautiful. Really. But…” his brow furrowed slightly as he took in the lack of snug winter wear. “Are you going to be warm enough?”
You smirked, feigning indignation. “I have layers, you know. Underneath. And these tights are pretty thick. Plus, it’s all about the confidence, right?”
He chuckled, a warm sound that filled the room. “Confidence is great, but you’ll lose that confidence pretty fast if you end up freezing out there. I refuse to let you turn into a popsicle.”
“Lando,” you laughed, shaking your head. “I promise I am layered up. It’s a winter wonderland, not the Arctic. I’ll be okay!”
Yet there was something in his eyes, a protective flicker that made you warm in a different way. He stepped closer, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.
“Please promise you’ll be careful. I’m literally all about the thrill of winter, but I’d hate to see you uncomfortable.”
You sighed, your gaze softening. “Alright, I promise I’ll stay warm,” you said, your voice teasing. “But only if you promise to enjoy this day with me without fussing over my dress!”
Lando rolled his eyes, his shoulders relaxing. “Deal. But I’m still going to make sure you stay warm.” He extended his hand toward you, a silent invitation filled with assurance.
Taking it, you felt an electric pulse of warmth flow through you, igniting excitement for the adventures ahead. “So, what is the plan for our day in the snow, Commander?” you inquired playfully.
“I'll keep it a secret for now,” he declared, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Okay, only if you promise to have food ready,” you chimed in, raising an eyebrow challengingly.
As you headed outside, laughter bubbling between you, the winter air wrapped around you like a cozy, albeit brisk, embrace. The world was a tapestry of white, and every step was punctuated by the delightful crunch of snow beneath your boots.
The air was crisp, filled with the soft scent of pine and cinnamon wafting from nearby holiday markets. You and Lando strolled down the bustling street, twinkling lights above illuminating your path in a kaleidoscope of colors.
The excitement was palpable, but you were still in the dark about where exactly he was leading you.
“Seriously, Lando, where are we going?” you asked, glancing up at him with a mix of curiosity and playful suspicion. His signature grin widened, revealing a hint of mischief in his eyes.
“Patience, my dear!” he replied dramatically, throwing an arm over your shoulder as he pulled you closer. “Good things come to those who wait.”
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a smile. Lando had a talent for making even the simplest outings feel like an adventure.
“Are we going to see some kind of massive display of lights?” you guessed, your eyes sparkling at the thought. “Or are you just dragging me to some random holiday market?”
“Not just any holiday market,” he corrected, feigning seriousness. “This is the holiday lights tour of the season.”
“Oh, really?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “And how did you know I’d like that?”
“Let’s just say I have my sources,” he winked, pulling you into a crosswalk as the light turned green.
As much as you wanted to prod him for more details, the mystery was building a sense of anticipation that was hard to resist.
After a few more blocks of chatting and light-hearted teasing, Lando led you toward a charming park you had never seen before. Towering trees draped in white lights sparkled like stars, and colorful displays lined the pathways.
The sight was breathtaking; every glimmering ornament, twinkling string, and spirited figure crafted a wonderland of joy.
“Wow,” you breathed, taking it all in. “This is incredible! How did you find this place?”
“I have my ways," he repeated with a laugh, leading you deeper into the enchanting landscape. “But I know you appreciate the beauty of the season, and I wanted to share this with you.”
You shot him a grateful look, your heart warming. “Thank you, Lando. This is really amazing. The lights are so beautiful.”
As you meandered through the park, laughter and joy enveloped the atmosphere.
Children ran around, marveling at the displays, while couples strolled hand in hand, immersed in romance. The soft sounds of holiday music floated through the air, weaving together the spirit of the season.
“Look,” you pointed excitedly. “They have a giant snow globe! Can we go inside?”
Lando chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “If that’s what you want, then of course!” He took your hand in his, guiding you toward the globe adorned with shimmering snowflakes.
Inside the massive globe was a scene of animated holiday cheer, complete with faux snow falling gently from above and cheerful carolers. You both stepped inside, and for a moment, time felt suspended.
“This is ridiculous,” you laughed, playfully swatting some of the fake snow away from your face. “But also kind of magical.”
“Just like this evening,” he said, glancing at you, moments of quietude settling into the laughter. “You bring the magic, you know.”
You felt your cheeks warm as you met his gaze. “Stop it, you’re making me blush.”
“Good!” He grinned, relishing the moment. “Watch your step, it’s slippery in here.”
Just then, Lando pretended to slip, theatrically flailing his arms before catching himself, and you couldn’t help but break into hysterical laughter.
Once you exited the snow globe, you strolled back onto the path, your fingers still linked. The sparkles from the lights danced around you, and there was an indescribable warmth in your heart.
“Lando,” you said after a moment, “I really appreciate you planning this. It’s exactly what I needed.”
“Glad you’re enjoying it. Honestly, I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about it,” he confessed. “I just wanted to create some holiday magic for us, you know?”
“Yeah, I do,” you whispered, your heart swelling with affection.
As you walked, you found yourself lost in thought, the atmosphere so serene you almost wished you could pause time. The lights twinkled brighter above, like stars in a perfectly clear sky.
“I heard they have hot cocoa near the entrance,” Lando mentioned, breaking your reverie. “How about warming up with some?”
“That sounds perfect,” you replied enthusiastically. After all that magic, a cozy drink felt like the ideal way to cap off the evening.
The two of you shared laughter and hot cocoa, the warmth of the drinks a comforting companion to the aesthetic beauty surrounding you.
As you sipped and recounted funny stories from the past, the world around you faded, leaving just the two of you amidst the holiday splendor.
“What do you wish for this holiday season?” Lando asked suddenly, his eyes casting a thoughtful glance toward a nearby light display.
You considered it for a moment, glancing at him. “Honestly? I wish for moments like these to never end.”
He turned to you, a soft smile gracing his lips. “Me too."
And as the night wore on, surrounded by the magic of the lights and the warmth of shared laughter, you couldn’t help but feel that perhaps this holiday season held even more possibilities than you had ventured to imagine.
As the evening sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of lavender and deep orange, you and Lando returned home from a day of holiday festivities.
The air was rich with the sweet scent of pine from the Christmas tree you had picked together earlier that day. Lando opened the door to your apartment, letting you walk in first.
“Ladies first,” he said with a playful bow, a grin spreading across his face.
“Chivalry isn’t dead!” you laughed, glancing back at him with a smirk.
He followed you inside, shutting the door behind him. The warmth of the room enveloped you, contrasting sharply with the chill outside.
You sighed contentedly, taking in the decorations, the twinkling lights casting a soft glow throughout the living room, and the faint sound of carols playing in the background.
“Alright, movie time!” you declared, rushing to the couch. The soft throw blankets piled up beckoned you to snuggle in.
Lando plopped down beside you, the couch suddenly feeling smaller. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him, his warmth radiating against your side.
“What’s our movie choice tonight?” he asked, scrolling through the streaming service with a look of concentration.
“How about one of the classics? Maybe ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’?” you suggested, settling into his embrace.
Lando nodded, a smile creeping onto his face. “Perfect choice. It never gets old, right?”
You grinned back, tucking your head against his chest. “Exactly. You can always count on a good old Christmas movie to set the mood.”
As the opening credits rolled, Lando absentmindedly began drawing circles and patterns on your back, his fingers tracing a gentle rhythm.
It felt soothing, calming your racing thoughts from the day's excitement. You closed your eyes and let out a small sigh of contentment.
“Do you ever think about how different our lives would be if we didn’t meet?” you mused softly, breaking the comfortable silence.
Lando paused in his drawing, his voice thoughtful. “Sometimes. I can’t imagine it, to be honest. You’re like my favorite Christmas gift,” he teased lightly, earning a playful elbow to his ribs.
“You’re ridiculous,” you chuckled, nudging him playfully. But you could see the sincerity in his eyes. “But really, I’m so grateful for you. You make everything better.”
He smiled softly, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. “I feel the same way. You’ve brought so much joy into my life.”
The movie played on, but your focus shifted more toward Lando, feeling the warmth of his body protectively enveloping you. It was as if the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you wrapped in this cozy cocoon.
After a few moments, you whispered, “You know, you hold me like you’re trying to shield me from the world.”
He chuckled, squeezing you a little tighter. “Isn’t that my job? To keep you safe and sound?” His voice was teasing, yet there was a sincerity beneath the playful facade.
“Okay, but are you planning to fight off any villains if they come bursting in here?” you joked, tilting your head to look up at him.
“Ab-so-lutely. I’ll grab the nearest snow globe and defend us,” he said, a mock-serious expression on his face. “That’ll show them!”
You laughed, imagining the scene. “Oh no, whatever will I do without my brave knight?”
“Don’t worry, Princess. I’ve got you,” he declared dramatically, his serious tone breaking into a laughter.
With the movie’s plot winding through timeless moments and familiar faces, you found yourself lost in the feeling of Lando’s fingers tracing gentle patterns across your back, each stroke lulling you into a serene state of mind.
As the film reached its climax, his embrace felt like an anchor in a world of chaos, as though nothing could ever shake you both from this moment.
The room was dimly lit, save for the soft glow of the fairy lights wrapped around the bedpost. You nestled comfortably on Lando's lap, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest acting as a lullaby.
Just as you were drifting into sleep, you felt a gentle hand brush through your hair.
"Right, it's time for my last surprise," Lando said, his voice playful but urgent.
You stirred slightly, opening your eyes to meet his cheeky grin. "What is it?" you asked, the drowsiness still thick in your voice.
"Just follow me," he replied, standing up slowly to let you slip off his lap. Your heart raced with curiosity as he took your hand, guiding you upstairs.
The two of you ascended the staircase, Lando's excitement palpable. You could feel a peculiar thrill in the air, something almost electric. When you reached the balcony, he turned to face you, a mischievous smile dancing on his lips.
"Okay, close your eyes," he instructed softly.
You complied, trying to suppress your giddiness. Lando covered your eyes with his warm hands, then whispered, "Okay, 3... 2... 1... look!"
With a light laugh, you opened your eyes, and your breath caught in your throat at the sight before you. The moon hung majestically in the sky, brightening the velvety darkness. The stars twinkled like a million tiny diamonds scattered across an ebony canvas, and everything felt almost surreal.
“Lando…” you murmured, your hand instinctively reaching to touch the star necklace he had given you, one that had been a symbol of many cherished moments you both had shared.
“I had to wait for the exact time that it would look like this,” he said excitedly, stepping closer. “The moon is at its peak, and the sky is clear. It’s perfect!”
You gazed at him, a mix of awe and love swelling in your heart. “This is incredible. How did you know?”
“I’ve been watching the weather and the moon phases all week,” he confessed, grinning sheepishly. “I wanted tonight to be special—just for us.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to you, planting a tender kiss on his lips. “I love you so much,” you whispered against his mouth, filled with a warmth that radiated from deep within.
Lando held you tighter, the melody of the night wrapping around you like a soft blanket. “I love you too. More than you know,” he breathed, resting his forehead against yours.
The two of you stood in a comfortable silence, mesmerized by the night sky.
Occasionally, you would point out a particularly bright star, and Lando would respond with a playful commentary about its imaginary backstory—as if each one had its own history worth telling.
“Look at that one!” you exclaimed, pointing to a star that seemed to shimmer more brightly than the others. “What do you think its story is?”
Lando squinted up at it, deep in thought. “That star is called Stella,” he began, adopting a theatrical tone. “She was once a lonely star shining in the void of space, but one day she caught the eye of a comet—and now, they race around the galaxy together, leaving trails of stardust behind.”
You couldn’t help but giggle at his impromptu storytelling. “And what about us?” you asked, leaning into him as the cool breeze brushed against your skin.
He looked down at you, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, I suppose we’re like two stars in the same galaxy, always pulled towards each other, destined to shine together.”
You smiled, heart swelling with happiness. “I like that. It’s poetic.”
“I’m glad you think so. I just wanted to create a moment that we could cherish forever, something that would remind us of how special our time together is,” Lando said, his voice softening.
As you gazed back up at the night sky, you imagined the two of you, forever intertwined in the cosmos, like the very stars above you. The calmness of the moment enveloped you, and you felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude wash over you.
“Thank you for this, Lando,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “You always know how to make me feel loved.”
“I’d do anything for you,” he replied earnestly, his fingers intertwining with yours. “Every day with you is a new adventure, and I can’t imagine a better way to spend my life.”
The two of you leaned back against the railing of the balcony, watching as the stars twinkled and danced across the night sky. You found yourself lost in thoughts of the future, of all the moments yet to come, under the same moonlight.
“Promise me something?” you suddenly asked, your voice taking on a more serious tone.
“Anything,” Lando answered, turning to face you fully.
“No matter where life takes us, or what challenges we face, let’s always find our way back to nights like this. Together.”
His smile was warm and reassuring. “I promise. We’ll always find our way back to each other, no matter what. Always.”
“Merry Christmas, Lando,” you whispered, the words slipping through your lips like a long-held secret finally shared.
“Merry Christmas,” he replied, and in that moment, you knew that the world could change, and perhaps it would, but whatever came, you’d made a promise together under the stars.
With that vow hanging in the air between you, you both returned your gaze toward the sky.
As the night deepened, the stars continued to blink high above, bright and steady, just like the love that blossomed between you. . . .
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'All good things must come to an end'
Sky sports end credits..
#f1#formula 1#formula one#formula1#abu dhabi gp 2024#abu dhabi grand prix#ad gp 2024#logan sargeant#kevin magnussen#valtteri bottas#zhou guanyu#daniel ricciardo#formula 1 2024#f1 2024
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OMFG MAX AND CHARLES PARTYING TOGETHER (TALKING)
Cr:@leclercsstreet on twitter
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mclaren | 2024 constructors’ champions
papaya on top 🧡
#mclaren#mclaren formula 1#mclaren formula one#mclaren f1#abu dhabi gp 2024#abu dhabi grand prix#lando norris#oscar piastri#ln4#op81#papaya army#— this team 🥹#we did it!! 🥹🥹#2024 formula 1 season#formula 1#formula one#f1#jordan speaks: the fact that lando went from having 0 wins to 4 this season is absolutely remarkable. i’m so unbelievably proud and happy#he deserves all of the good in the world. the true definition of what it means to be apart of the papaya fam#and i hope he knows we’re all so undeniably proud of him. 2024 was just the beginning. 2025 ln4 wdc is back on 😎#i had tears in my eyes and i did in fact cry watching him celebrate on that podium.#what a fucking season.
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Predictions for the Abu Dhabi GP:
George and Max crash on Turn 1 and get out of their cars to fistfight each other (they both lose)
Charles pregnancy annoucement (he doesn't know who the father is)
Toto Wolff and Christian Horner get married 'for the bit' (they adopt 3 dogs and an orphan)
Lando and Oscar receive an award for somehow being the most unproblematic couple on the grid
Liam Lawson has hate sex with a Spanish speaking driver in a bathroom somewhere (it's probably Checo) (no-one cares)
Franco starts dating the Queen of England
#f1#abu dhabi gp 2024#if anyone has any more feel free to add them#george russell#max verstappen#charles leclerc#toto wolff#christian horner#lando norris#oscar piastri#liam lawson#franco colapinto#formula 1#formula one#f1 memes#landoscar#gax#abu dhabi grand prix
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Lewis changing his Instagram pfp to a picture from 2013 (his first year at Mercedes)...
#I am unable to live laugh love in these conditions 😭#Formula 1#Abu Dhabi Grand Prix#2024#Abu Dhabi Grand Prix 2024#Lewis Hamilton
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LANDO NORRIS
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Abu Dhabi GP '24 // Last race as teammates ❤️
#they did everything they could to win it#so proud of them and so so happy I was able to watch them for four years#what a partnership what a pair what a team#forza ferrari sempre and vamos carlos ❤️#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#charlos#Abu Dhabi GP '24#2024#gifs#mine#formula one#f1#ferrari#abu dhabi grand prix
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lando about george and max fighting: I hope it doesn't get smoothed out. I hope they stay fighting and arguing cause it's amusing to watch 😆 It depends. Every other driver has their own way of doing things. I don't think max tries to intimidate. max just says the truth, in his opinion. A lot of the time he just says the truth about things but uh, people don't like to hear the truth nowadays about things in life. He's honest, and he just gives his opinion. And I'm completely fine with that. Sometimes I agree with his opinion, sometimes I disagree. And it happens, that's life. I respect max a lot. I respect george a lot. but I don't mind if they lose respect for one another.
#the verstappen defender has logged ON#abu dhabi grand prix 2024#lando norris#on the max george spat#kitten friends#if george thought lando was back him up on the bullying allegations... lol
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thank you valtteri bottas. thank you kevin magnussen. thank you zhou guanyu. thank you daniel riccardo. thank you logan sargent. thank you franco colapinto. thank you liam lawson.
#tina talks f1#f1#formula 1#abu dhabi gp 2024#abu dhabi grand prix#i will miss seeing them on the grid
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whatever it fucking takes.
2025 will be their year too.
#live tweeting: f1.#wcc 2024#mclaren formula 1#mclaren#lando norris#oscar piastri#abu dhabi grand prix#abu dhabi gp 2024#ln4#op81#481
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