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paucubarsisimp · 3 days ago

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f1 drivers when you don’t say “i love you” back

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carlos sainz

it was a lazy sunday morning. you and carlos were lounging on the couch, him half-watching some race highlights while you scrolled mindlessly on your phone. it was the perfect moment to try the “don’t say i love you back” prank on him.

carlos always says “i love you” first, without hesitation. so today, you decided to change things up.

you waited for him to glance over at you, his usual smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“hey, cariño, i love you,” he said, his voice soft and warm.

you didn’t even look up from your phone. “okay,” you said, as casually as possible.

carlos blinked, waiting for your usual response. when you didn’t say it back, he sat up a little straighter, clearly confused. “wait, what? i said i love you.”

you kept scrolling, unfazed. “uh-huh.”

he raised an eyebrow, leaning forward. “babe, i love you.”

still not breaking your focus, you simply said, “yeah, i heard you.”

carlos’s face shifted from confusion to slight amusement. “you’re really not gonna say it back?”

you looked at him with a blank expression, shrugging. “nope.”

he sat back, his hands raised in a “what’s going on” gesture. “are you serious right now? i love you and you’re not gonna say it back?”

“yep,” you replied casually, pretending to go back to your phone.

carlos stared at you, mouth slightly open. “te amo and you’re just leaving me hanging?”

you raised your eyebrows. “i heard you.”

he rubbed his face in disbelief. “babe, i love you,” he said, dragging it out like you were the most confusing person on earth.

you finally put your phone down and turned to him, trying to look serious. “yeah, i heard you. thanks.”

he was clearly trying not to laugh, but still confused as hell. “you’re really not going to say it back?”

“nope,” you said again, crossing your arms.

carlos let out an exaggerated sigh. “estás matándome,” he said, pacing in front of you like he was dealing with a crisis. “i love you and you won’t say it back? what is this?”

“nah, not today,” you said, completely deadpan.

now he was fighting a grin. “me estás jugando,” he said with a little chuckle, stepping closer to you. “say it back.”

you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, trying to hold back your own smile. “nope.”

he sighed like it was the end of the world. “por favor, i love you. just say it back, mi amor.”

you bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “fine,” you finally said, pretending to give in. “i love you.”

“ah, there we go!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a kiss. “i knew you couldn’t resist.”

“yeah, yeah,” you giggled. “love you too, drama queen.”

he laughed, shaking his head. “you’re lucky you’re cute. te amo.”

alex albon

it was one of those perfect lazy sundays. the kind where the world outside seemed to pause, and you and alex were just existing together in a bubble of comfort. alex was sprawled on the couch, lazily flipping through the channels on tv, probably watching some old race highlights or something you’d both seen a hundred times. you, on the other hand, were glued to your phone, scrolling aimlessly through social media.

it was the ideal moment for a little fun. the kind of fun where you could mess with alex and see how far you could take it. he always said “i love you” first, without a second thought, and you could never resist returning it with a smile and a “love you too.” but today, you’d decided to flip the script.

you waited for him to glance over at you, his eyes lighting up as he always did when he saw you. you could tell he was about to say it, and that’s when you decided to make your move.

“i love you,” alex murmured, his voice warm and genuine, as he shifted on the couch and smiled at you.

you didn’t even look up from your phone. “mhm,” you replied, as casually as possible, pretending like you hadn’t even heard him.

alex paused. he blinked a few times, confusion creeping into his expression. “wait, what? did you hear me? i said i love you.”

you just shrugged, still absorbed in your phone. “yeah, okay.”

he tilted his head slightly, looking at you like you’d just spoken in a foreign language. “aren’t you gonna say it back?”

you didn’t break your focus from the screen. “nah.”

his eyebrows furrowed, and he leaned forward slightly, clearly trying to figure out what was going on. “come on, babe, i said i love you. at least say it back.”

you let out a nonchalant hum, swiping through your phone with exaggerated calmness. “yeah, i heard you.”

alex’s expression shifted from confusion to playful disbelief. “really? you’re just gonna leave me hanging?”

without looking at him, you kept scrolling. “yep.”

he let out a small laugh, sitting up a bit straighter now. “what’s going on here? i’m telling you i love you, and you’re just… ignoring me?”

you glanced over at him, giving a half-shrug, still not giving in. “mm-hmm. just not today.”

alex rubbed the back of his neck, clearly baffled. “babe, i love you, seriously. and you’re just not gonna say it back?”

you remained unphased, offering only a brief, flat “okay.”

now, alex’s confusion was turning into full-on amusement. he let out a dramatic sigh. “what is this? i love you, and you’re not even gonna acknowledge it?”

you shrugged one more time, as casually as possible. “i’m good, thanks.”

he laughed incredulously, leaning in slightly, eyes dancing with playful frustration. “you’re really not gonna say it back?”

“nope,” you said again, crossing your arms like you were completely unaffected.

now, alex was definitely struggling not to laugh. “you’re killing me here, seriously. i love you, and you’re just… leaving me hanging like this?”

you finally lowered your phone just enough to meet his eyes, trying to hold back a smile. “i mean, maybe you shouldn’t say it so much if you’re not ready for the consequences.”

alex chuckled, shaking his head as he let out a dramatic sigh. “you’re such a tease. come on, say it back. please?”

you held firm, trying not to grin. “nah. not gonna happen.”

he let out a small laugh, stepping closer to you. “i can’t take this. just say it back, please?”

you stared at him for a second, before finally breaking. “fine. i love you.”

“ahh, there it is!” alex grinned, scooping you into a tight hug and kissing your cheek. “i knew you couldn’t resist.”

you laughed, playfully pushing him away. “yeah, yeah. you’re lucky you’re cute.”

“love you too,” he teased with a smirk, shaking his head.

you rolled your eyes, but smiled anyway. “yeah, yeah, drama king.”

lewis hamilton

it was one of those lazy afternoons, and you and lewis were doing absolutely nothing, except for driving around with no particular destination. the weather was perfect, the sun was shining, and you were cruising along with the windows down, the wind making your hair a mess. lewis had the radio on, but it wasn’t playing anything interesting, so you were both just vibing in the car, enjoying the quiet.

that’s when the idea hit. lewis had this habit of randomly dropping “i love you” throughout the day, like he couldn’t help himself. and while you normally gave him the sweetest response, today, you decided to have a little fun.

“hey, i love you,” lewis said, with that signature soft smile of his as he glanced over at you.

you didn’t even look up from your phone, swiping through it like you had the most important thing to do in the world. “okay.”

lewis blinked, turning his head slowly to make sure he’d heard you right. “wait, what? i said i love you.”

still glued to your phone, you shrugged, unbothered. “yep.”

he chuckled, like he thought you were joking. “uh… babe? i love you. and you’re just gonna… leave me hanging?”

you kept scrolling. “uh-huh.”

lewis stared at you like you had just spoken in a different language. “are you serious right now? i love you, and you’re not gonna say it back?”

you looked up for a second, giving him a blank stare, before dramatically turning back to your phone. “nope.”

“nope?!” he laughed, shaking his head, clearly not sure if you were pranking him or if he had somehow gone insane. “but i love you. how are you not saying it back?”

you slowly raised an eyebrow and deadpanned, “i heard you.”

lewis’s face was a mix of confusion and pure amusement now. “you heard me? okay, well, i love you,” he said, dragging the words out, looking at you like he might just burst into laughter at any moment.

you didn’t even flinch. “yep.”

he squinted at you, like he was studying some complicated puzzle. “you’re really not gonna say it back, huh?”

you raised your shoulders nonchalantly. “nope.”

he let out a big sigh, slumping in his seat in mock despair. “you’re killing me here! i love you, and you’re just going to leave me hanging, like i’m some kind of idiot?!”

“yep,” you said with a little smile creeping at the corner of your lips.

“this is too much,” lewis said dramatically, but he couldn’t help but grin. “babe, please. i love you, just say it back, please?”

you finally looked up, giving him a serious nod. “fine. i love you.”

“YES!” he yelled, throwing his hands in the air, clearly relieved. “i knew you couldn’t resist.”

you smirked, leaning over to give him a side-eye. “yeah, yeah. you’re lucky you’re cute.”

he shook his head, laughing as he gave you a playful nudge. “I am the one who’s lucky, because clearly, I’m dealing with a drama queen.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “love you too, you goof.”

charles leclerc

it was a lazy sunday afternoon, and you and charles were hanging out at home, doing nothing of importance but enjoying each other’s company. the apartment was quiet, except for the sound of charles fumbling around in the kitchen, attempting (and failing) to cook something fancy for lunch. you were sprawled out on the couch, half-watching a random tv show while scrolling through your phone, clearly not that invested in what was on.

charles had been humming to himself while chopping vegetables, trying to act all professional, when he suddenly turned around with that charming smile of his.

“hey, i love you,” charles said, his voice casual, like he was just stating a fact.

you didn’t even look up from your phone. “okay.”

he froze mid-motion, the knife hovering awkwardly over the cucumber he was cutting. “pardon? tu m’as entendu? i said i love you!”

you glanced up at him with a deadpan expression. “uh-huh.”

charles’s jaw dropped, and he started walking toward you with a confused look on his face. “seriously? i tell you i love you, and you’re just… ignoring me?”

you nonchalantly shrugged and continued scrolling. “yep.”

charles blinked a few times, as if he was trying to process what was happening. “babe, i love you,” he said, this time dragging out the words for dramatic effect, giving you a look like he was expecting a reply.

still no response.

“you’re really not going to say it back?” charles asked, standing right in front of you now, looking down at you with a playful smirk.

you kept your eyes on your phone, swiping with a poker face. “nope.”

he stared at you, then let out a dramatic sigh like you had just ruined his entire day. “quoi?! seriously? i love you, and you’re just going to leave me hanging?”

you raised an eyebrow and shrugged as if you were the least bit concerned. “yep.”

charles let out an exaggerated groan, flopping onto the couch next to you and pretending to be devastated. “i love you, and this is how you repay me? you’re breaking my heart, mon amour.”

you finally glanced at him, barely holding back a grin. “well, maybe you shouldn’t say it so much if you’re not ready for the consequences.”

he gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. “oh mon dieu, i didn’t realize i was dealing with a heartlesswoman!” he said, his French accent coming out a little thicker as he leaned in close to you.

you held up your hands, pretending to be serious. “just don’t say it again if you can’t handle it.”

charles let out a defeated sigh and leaned back dramatically. “fine, i’ll try to hold it in. but i will never be the same.”

you bit your lip, trying not to laugh. “that’s what you get for overusing it.”

he shook his head in mock disbelief. “you’re impossible, tu sais ça? i love you, but you’re making this so difficult!”

“mm-hmm,” you said, pretending to think about it, “you really need to work on your timing.”

charles narrowed his eyes and leaned in, clearly struggling to keep a straight face. “okay, this is it. one last time. i love you. say it back. s’il te plaît?”

you paused for a second, staring at him like he was asking for the most ridiculous thing. “fine. i love you.”

“YES! finally!” he exclaimed, jumping up off the couch, pretending to do a victory dance around the living room. “merci, merci, i knew you’d come around!”

you rolled your eyes, chuckling. “you’re such a drama king.”

charles turned to you with an exaggerated grin. “you love it. admit it. and by the way, je t’aime.”

you smirked. “yeah, yeah, i love you too, mon drama king.”

lando norris

it was one of those cozy days where you and lando had nothing to do except lounge around and enjoy each other’s company. the rain was gently tapping on the window, and you were both wrapped up in blankets on the couch. lando’s head was resting in your lap while you absentmindedly ran your fingers through his messy hair. the tv was on in the background, but neither of you were paying much attention.

you were scrolling through your phone, when lando let out a small sigh, clearly feeling the need to say something. “hey babe,” he mumbled, glancing up at you with his usual soft smile. “i love you.”

you didn’t even look up from your phone. “okay,” you said, in the most casual tone ever.

lando blinked, slowly pulling his head up from your lap. “wait, what? i said i love you, and you’re not going to say it back?”

you shrugged, completely unfazed. “nah.”

he tilted his head, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “wait, really? you’re not going to say it back?”

you kept scrolling, pretending like you were totally invested in your phone. “nope.”

lando’s face went from confused to dramatically sad in an instant. he flopped onto his back and stared up at the ceiling with exaggerated sorrow. “this is it. i’m heartbroken. i love you, and you’re just… leaving me hanging?”

you couldn’t help the tiny smile tugging at the corner of your lips, but you kept up your act. “you’ll live.”

he rolled over, now resting his head on your chest, looking up at you with big puppy-dog eyes. “but babe, i love you so much. don’t you love me too?” he whined, as if you were the most confusing person in the world. “i really need to hear it.”

you chuckled softly, finally giving in to his adorable pout. “fine, i love you.”

lando immediately brightened, his face lighting up with a grin. “i knew it! i knew you couldn’t resist,” he said, pulling you into a tight hug. “you’re just too in love with me, i can tell.”

you laughed, wrapping your arms around him as he snuggled into your neck, giving you soft kisses. “you’re lucky you’re cute,” you murmured, still trying to hold back a smile.

“i know,” he replied smugly, still nuzzling into your neck. “i love you too, you goof.”

you closed your eyes, feeling completely content in his arms. “love you too, you big softie.”

oscar piastri

it was a lazy morning, and oscar was running around the apartment, trying to get ready for a McLaren meeting. he was darting between rooms, checking his phone and throwing on his jacket while muttering to himself.

you were sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone, enjoying the calm while he rushed around. seeing him all flustered gave you the perfect opportunity for a little prank.

oscar walked past you again, and this time, he paused, giving you that soft smile he always had when he looked at you. “hey, i love you,” he said casually.

you barely glanced up from your phone, giving him the most uninterested response you could muster. “mhm.”

he stopped mid-step, blinking a few times in confusion. “uh… what? you’re not going to say it back?”

you shrugged, still focused on your screen. “mhm.”

oscar tilted his head, a little amused but mostly confused. “seriously? i love you, and you’re just… mhm-ing me?”

you just nodded, still not looking up from your phone. “yep.”

he chuckled softly, taking a step closer and leaning against the couch. “okay, i see how it is,” he said with a smile, shaking his head. “you’re not going to say it back, huh?”

you shrugged again, pretending not to notice how cute he looked when he was slightly confused. “yep.”

oscar let out a small sigh, but he didn’t seem too bothered. “well, that’s just rude,” he teased, rolling his eyes. “i tell you i love you, and you’re just like, ‘mhm’?” he reached out to poke your side gently. “i’m gonna have to rethink this whole relationship now.”

you finally looked up from your phone, offering him a teasing smile. “fine, fine. i love you.”

oscar’s smile widened, and he leaned down to give you a quick kiss. “thank you,” he said with a grin, pulling back slightly. “took you long enough.”

“i love you too,” you said, finally giving him the satisfaction.

he chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. “there we go,” he said, giving you a playful squeeze. “now i can actually leave without wondering if i broke your heart.”

you smiled up at him. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

george russell

it was the kind of lazy afternoon where george was lounging on the couch in his sweats, scrolling through his phone. you were getting ready to head out with friends, picking up your bag and throwing on your shoes.

“where are you going?” george asked, still half-focused on whatever was on his phone.

“just going out with the girls,” you replied, grabbing your jacket. “shouldn’t be long.”

george sat up, giving you that sweet, dopey smile of his. “oh, okay. have fun.”

you smiled back and waved, but as you were about to head out, you heard him call after you in his usual casual voice: “hey, i love you.”

you didn’t look back. you didn’t even flinch. you just nodded like it was no big deal. “mhm.”

george blinked. “wait, what? did you just—?”

you kept walking to the door, pretending you didn’t hear him. “mhm,” you repeated, fiddling with your keys like you didn’t just break his heart.

he was now standing up, looking genuinely confused. “you’re really not gonna say it back?”

you shrugged without a care, still not facing him. “mhm.”

he stared at you, mouth slightly open. “you’re just gonna leave me hanging, huh? no ‘i love you too’?”

“mhm,” you said again, opening the door and pretending to be in your own little world.

george slowly walked over to you, still trying to figure out what was happening. he was now in full-on playful mode, his voice rising in mock despair. “you can’t do this to me. i love you, and you just… mhm? this is torture.”

“mhm,” you said again, with an exaggerated, totally uninterested tone.

he finally threw his hands up in the air, turning around in mock frustration. “okay, fine. i guess i’m just desperate for affection. guess i’m not even worthy of a ‘i love you.’”

you couldn’t hold it in any longer and let out a small laugh.

“ah-ha!” george said, spinning around to face you, pointing at you like he’d just cracked the case. “you’re messing with me, aren’t you?”

you bit your lip, still trying to keep a straight face. “maybe.”

he crossed his arms, tapping his foot. “i love you,” he said, his voice way too serious for how silly he looked, clearly trying to draw this out. “and i’m not leaving this room until i get it back.”

you finally cracked a grin. “fine. i love you.”

“yes!” he shouted dramatically, pumping his fist. “i knew it! i knew you loved me!”

you shook your head, laughing at how ridiculously proud he was of himself. “you’re such a drama queen.”

he walked over to you and wrapped you up in a hug. “you love me too,” he said with a smug grin. “don’t deny it.”

“yeah, yeah,” you teased, “but only because you’re cute when you’re being all whiny.”

“whiny?” george gasped, acting offended. “i’m not whiny! i’m just a man in love!”

“uh-huh,” you said, smirking as you headed out the door. “have fun with that, drama king.”

“love you!” george called after you, a grin still plastered on his face. “don’t forget that part!”

max verstappen

the paddock was buzzing with the usual pre-race energy. mechanics were running around, engineers were deep in conversation, and the excitement was palpable. max, already suited up in his race gear, was talking to his engineer when he spotted you walking toward him.

you smiled, ready to wish him luck before he headed to the track. “you’ve got this today. just don’t crash, okay?”

max smirked, shaking his head. “no promises.”

he leaned against his car for a moment, then casually said, “i love you.”

you flashed him a quick grin but, instead of responding like you usually would, you just shrugged. “mhm.”

max froze, blinking as he processed what just happened. “wat? no ‘i love you too’?”

you didn’t even look up from your phone. “mhm.”

his eyes widened in mock disbelief. “wait a second… i say i love you, and you’re just going to… ‘mhm’ me?”

you shrugged, acting like you weren’t phased at all. “mhm.”

max took a step closer, his playful side coming out as he crossed his arms. “kom op, je kan niet serieus zijn nu. you’re just gonna leave me hanging?”

you smirked, still not breaking character. “mhm.”

he stood in front of you, blocking your way now. “liefje, this is ridiculous. i’m standing here, about to race, and you won’t even say it back?”

you didn’t budge. “mhm.”

max let out an exaggerated sigh, rubbing his forehead in mock frustration. “i tell you i love you, and this is what i get? jeetje.” he paused for a second before looking at you, clearly not going anywhere. “i’m not moving until i get it.”

you raised an eyebrow at him, pretending to consider it. “get what?”

he stepped closer, eyes narrowing in playful seriousness. “schatje, i love you. just say it back. please.”

you raised an eyebrow and gave him a teasing smile. “mhm.”

max’s patience was wearing thin, and he let out a dramatic sigh. “dit is belachelijk,” he muttered under his breath, clearly having fun with the whole situation now. “i’m about to race, and you won’t even give me a mijn liefde back? come on.”

you bit your lip to keep from laughing, still playing it cool. “mhm.”

“schatje, i’m literally going to miss my race if you don’t say it back,” he said, stepping even closer, trying to be serious now but his grin betraying him.

you looked at him, almost on the verge of breaking. “mhm.”

max threw his hands in the air in mock frustration. “i love you, mijn alles! for real, you can’t leave me hanging like this.”

you pretended to think about it for a moment before finally relenting with a dramatic sigh. “fine. i love you,” you said, smirking.

max’s eyes lit up in mock victory, and he pulled you into a tight hug. “yes! finally! mijn schat, i knew you couldn’t resist.”

“jeetje, you’re such a drama king,” you giggled, holding onto him.

“liefje, i love you too,” max said with a grin, kissing your forehead. “but you’re lucky i’m still going to race, even after all this drama.”

“yeah, yeah,” you laughed, pulling away and heading toward the pit lane. “good luck out there. try not to crash.”

“veel geluk, mijn liefde, i love you,” max called after you with a grin, still watching you walk away.

“love you too!” you called back, shaking your head with a smile. “drama king.”

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