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checkeredflagggs · 1 day ago

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Baby Lion

Pairing: max verstappen x girlfriend!reader

summary: baby shower shenanigans with rich financially irresponsible F1 idiots drivers

a/n: I needed to do something funny 🤷🏻‍♀️

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y/n: so many thanks to Sophie and Victoria for the amazing baby shower! Can’t wait to get the party started

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user1: What a party!

↳user2: it’s so aesthetic!

↳user1: Exactly! A Pinterest board dream

annehathaway: Looking forward to it! liked by y/n

oscarpiastri: Lily and I are on our way!

↳y/n: excellent! Shoot us a text or just come in when you get here — we probably won’t be able to hear you knock

↳lilyzneimer: Thank you again for the invite!

↳y/n: well since we’ve nearly taken custody of Oscar away from Charles — we really need to get know you!

↳charles_leclerc: stop stealing my kids!

↳nicolepiastri: is there something I need to know?

↳y/n: we can do shared custody Nicole? liked by nicolepiastri

↳hattiepiastri: or you could just take him?

↳oscarpiastri: 😑😑

user3: love love love the jungle theme 🦁🦒🐘

serenawilliams: Sorry we can’t be there but enjoy our gifts!

user4: ok but who all is going??

↳user5: Right? I need a full attendance list

↳user6: I’m guessing most if not all of the current grid?

↳user5: I mean obviously but who else?? Max and y/n are weirdly connected to a lot of different people

↳user6: you do have a point…

taylorswift: Can’t wait to see you again!

↳killatrav: do we get a trophy for winning the most baby shower games?

↳y/n: We’re so glad you could come! And Trav — absolutely

alex_albon: The theme is on point and I approve

↳y/n: not the albon approval I want tbh

↳alex_albon: 🙄

↳albon_pets: 🐾 paw prints of approval from us!

↳y/n: score!

caitlinclark22: Thanks again for the invite, sorry I couldn’t make it liked by y/n

user7: ok but I NEED to know if the rookies are there…

↳maxverstappen1: they invaded air max after Shanghai, then my apartment when we got to Monaco and they haven’t left

↳y/n: stop being mean to our sons!

↳olliebearman: yeah! You invited us!

↳jackdoohan: Don’t lie — you love doing arts and crafts with us

↳isackhadjar: You have to, you’ve stolen all the red beads

↳maxverstappen1: no one needs red anyway

↳y/n: well…

↳maxverstappen1: no

sophiekumpen: Oh, it was no problem sweetheart! Anything for my newest grand baby

↳victoriaverstappen: Yes! It was very fun to put it together and not have it thrown for you!

↳alexandrasaintmleux: It looks absolutely lovely! We can’t wait to get there to enjoy it in person

francisca.cgomes: Oh it’s so cute! (And I can’t wait for some of the games…)

↳landonorris: A chance to show off for my godchild? Sign me up!

↳y/n: what?

↳user8: Oh that’s not a good what… liked by y/n

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y/n: now onto the games! We’ve got the Chug Bottle, Diaper Baby, Guess the Belly, Guess the Baby Food, Don’t Say Baby, and an Adopt an Animal Station!

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user9: oh my god Netflix needs to be there…

user10: I need details. I need receipts. I need videos.

maxverstappen1: All of this is going to be great blackmail material…

↳landonorris: Blackmail? No no no. This is gonna be video evidence of how great at games I am

↳y/n: I cannot begin to say how much over you were at Guess the Belly…

↳user11: ok but how much over was he?

↳y/n: based on his guess, I’m birthing a whale…

↳user11: oh my god 🤣🤣🤣

↳landonorris: I WASNT THAG BAD

↳y/n: Lando your ribbon was like 20 feet long!

oscarpiastri: Proud Winner of Don’t Say Baby 🏆

↳user12: that’s our Australian!

↳danielricciardo: rude!

↳jachdoohan: so rude!

↳user12: ok but he won?

↳danielricciardo: still rude

user13: I love the names but what even are those games???

↳y/n: chug the bottle is exactly like it sounds — we gave everyone champagne and whoever finished their bottle first won (Raikkonen won)

↳user13: I love that??

↳y/n: Diaper Baby had teams try to wrap a member into a toilet paper diaper (Trav’s team won this one)

↳user14: unexpected result…

↳y/n: the Guess the Belly had everyone cut a ribbon to the length they thought my belly was wide (Max, predictably, won)

↳user13: this was what Lando thought he won??? liked by y/n, maxverstappen1

↳y/n: Guess the Baby Food is again just like it sounds — they grabbed an unlabeled jar and had to guess the flavor (Yuki and Elton were shocking good at this one)

↳y/n: Don’t Say Baby had people trying to NOT say baby and if you heard someone else say it, you got to steal the clothespin for yourself. (Oscar was like a ninja and won by a landslide)

↳y/n: and the Adoption station was to adopt an animal, with a travel journal/camera, so the animal could go on adventures with the adopter and eventually baby lion will get those animals back with lots of fond memories

user14: ok i literally love all of these but the adoption center??? 😍😍😍

↳user15: that’s such a cute idea and for them to also have a journal and camera so there’s a story/timeline of their travels…

↳user15: and like we know/can guess Taylor and Sabrina and other singers were there…imagine the travel journal of those guys…

user16: ok but who ALL was there??? Cause we now have proof Kimi R was there…

↳user17: this is gonna be my white whale I just know it…

↳user18: oh that’s such a big mood! Need to know everything. Everyone there. All the gossip.

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y/n: Everyone was so so generous today (and maybe a bit financially irresponsible — baby lion is a BABY who is gonna GROW why did you buy them so many shoes…) We ended up with a whole zoo of stuffed animals and somehow (ignoring my desperate pleas) enough electric cars for them all to drive see more…

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user20: that is the most extra baby crib I have ever seen in MY LIFE

↳user21: That it is. I think baby lion is destined to either be blessed by fairies or cursed by the fae with that crib…

↳user20: THATS SO TRUE OMG

georgerussel63: Well we had to get the child started with the right team!

↳maxverstappen1: and it’s not that one! All of it will be donated to charity (far far away from me)

↳user22: oh to be on max’s level of haterism…

↳kimi.antonelli: all of it 🥺🥺🥺

↳y/n: not yours sweetie! Baby lion will definitely be rocking your number occasionally!

↳kimi.antonelli: yayayaya!

oscarpiastri: Mum said that stuffed animals and diapers would be very welcome?

↳y/n: And they are! I just didn’t think we’d be opening our own stuffy zoo

↳alex_albon: But the custom Albon pet line is the cutest right?

↳y/n: No that would be the custom Lion family with scent beads and realistic purring capabilities

↳alex_albon: foiled again…

landonorris: No picture of the rad McLaren merch and car I got you?

↳maxverstappen1: sorry it’s already been disposed of.

↳y/n: he was too fast for me — I opened it then it was already thrown away…

↳user23: I’m loving the fact that they’re talking about all the gifts because the fomo I would have otherwise…

user24: who on earth bought a diamond encrusted pacifier???

↳user25: FINALLY! That’s my biggest question too…

y/n

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y/n: and a very special thank you to you guys for all the Ferrari love! Forza Ferrari Sempre!

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charles_leclerc: Of course! We have to show Bébéte the real team to root for! liked by y/n

↳user26: Loving the wife and the mistress working together liked by y/n, charles_leclerc

maxverstappen1: we’re not keeping all of that

↳y/n: yes we are!

↳maxverstappen1: Redbull!

↳y/n: Ferrari!

↳maxverstappen1: Redbull!

↳y/n: you don’t even like Redbull that much anymore!

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pierregasly: Really? Jack and I got you so much Alpine stuff and we don’t get our own post?

↳y/n: Forza Ferrari Sempre!

↳jackdoohan: really?

↳y/n: oh don’t worry Jack! Baby Lion WILL be wearing the Doohan #7!!

↳jackdoohan: really? liked by y/n

↳pierregasly: really 😑

lewishamilton: It was a pleasure 🖤

↳y/n: So many thanks for all the clothing — lord knows I’ll need all the help I can get…

↳maxverstappen1: hey!

↳lewishamilton: 😂

user27: Are you telling me that y/n and max have Ferrari wonderkids Sebastian and Kimi giving them special Ferrari merch???

↳user28: I don’t know if I’d call Seb a Ferrari kid…

↳y/n: and yet we have so much Vettal merch in Ferrari red… liked by sebastianvettel

kimimatiasraikkonen: 👍🏻

↳y/n: 👍🏻👍🏻

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y/n: my heart has never been so full. thank you everyone who came out today and thank you to everyone else who sent well wishes!

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jungwnies · 13 hours ago

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the cat you didn't want | kimi räikkönen

୨ৎ : featuring : kimi raikkonen x reader ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by anon) : kimi says he doesn't want a cat... clearly kimi is lying.

୨ৎ : genre : fluff ୨ৎ : word count : 486

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you didn’t exactly plan on bringing a kitten home. it just… happened. the little tabby was curled up outside the corner store in the rain, meowing like her life depended on it, and you—being you—couldn’t walk away.

kimi, however, was less than thrilled.

“i don’t like cats,” he had muttered flatly the moment you set the towel-wrapped bundle on the kitchen counter. “they scratch everything. they poop in a box. and they don’t even listen.”

you’d rolled your eyes and named her turbo out of spite.

for days, kimi kept his distance. he'd grumble whenever she got too close, mutter “great” under his breath when she knocked over something, and shoot you a pointed look every time he stepped on one of her toys.

but you weren’t blind.

you’d seen the way he paused in the hallway whenever she was napping on the windowsill. you’d heard him talking to her when he thought you were out of earshot—low, gruff sentences like, “you better not scratch my car seats,” and “why do you look like you pay rent?”

still, he insisted he didn’t like her.

which made it all the more hilarious when you came home early one afternoon and caught him red-handed.

the house was quiet. no tv. no music. just faint mumbling from the living room.

you rounded the corner and paused—blinking.

there was kimi. shirt slightly rumpled, socks mismatched, sprawled across the couch with turbo fast asleep on his chest.

worse? he was petting her. gently. absentmindedly. his fingers scratching just behind her ears while he whispered, “you’re lucky you’re small.”

you nearly burst out laughing.

“wow,” you said, biting back a grin. “you look so heartbroken about the cat situation.”

kimi’s head snapped up like you’d caught him committing a crime.

“i—she jumped up here.”

“right. and climbed your shirt and curled into your chest all on her own?”

he narrowed his eyes, but the kitten yawned—completely blowing his cover.

you walked over, plopped beside him, and poked his side. “you’re in love with her.”

“i am not,” he muttered, trying to adjust himself without disturbing her. “she’s warm. that’s all.”

“sure, kimi. just admit it. you like the cat.”

he looked at you. looked at the kitten. sighed like the weight of the world had hit him.

“maybe she’s… alright.”

you grinned. “aww. that’s finnish for ‘i love her more than life itself,’ isn’t it?”

he glared, but it was useless—especially when turbo nuzzled his jaw and started purring like an engine.

you leaned over and kissed his cheek. “you’re both lucky i brought her home.”

kimi rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. instead, he pulled you in with his free arm, now holding you and the cat in one sleepy pile.

he mumbled something in finnish under his breath, and you couldn’t help but smile.

grumpy. soft. completely whipped.

you, him, and the kitten he definitely didn’t want.

perfect little family.

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verstappenverse · 3 days ago

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Call Me When You Breakup (Role Reversal)

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: You’re with the wrong person, and Max knows it. So do you. He won’t ask you to leave but he’ll be here, hoping, aching, waiting. Just… call him when you do.

Authors Note: Okay so when I was writing Call Me When You Break Up, I genuinely couldn’t pick whether Max or the reader should be the one in a relationship bc I loved both versions too much, so… I wrote both. Figured I’d share this one too in case you needed a little comfort after the first one! (Spoiler: this one ends has a happier ending, promise 💕)

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Max knows he's in trouble the moment he sees you with him.

It shouldn’t hurt like this. Shouldn’t feel like something inside him is being wrenched apart, piece by piece. But it does. Because that’s not where you’re supposed to be.

You should be with him.

Instead, you’re laughing at something your boyfriend just said, your hand resting lightly on his arm, and Max feels like he’s suffocating in plain sight.

Because he knows that laugh. He knows your real laugh, the one that starts low in your chest and crinkles the corners of your eyes. This one is polite, forced, paper-thin.

You're fading right in front of him, and he doesn’t know how no one else sees it.

"You’re staring."

Lando’s voice pulls him back to reality, but Max doesn’t bother denying it. What’s the point? Everyone knows. They’ve always known.

Lando follows his gaze across the restaurant, shaking his head. "You really gonna keep doing this to yourself?"

Max exhales sharply, gripping his glass tighter. "What choice do I have?"

Lando scoffs. "I don’t know, maybe tell her how you feel instead of sitting here like some lovesick idiot?"

Max wants to. God, he wants to. He’s rehearsed it a thousand times, in the car, in the shower, in those sleepless hours past midnight when he’s certain no one will hear his heart breaking. But it’s never that simple.

Because you’re in a relationship. One that looks fine from the outside. One that checks boxes. One that convinces everyone… except Max, that you're happy.

But Max knows better.

Because he’s seen the way your boyfriend talks over you when you’re excitedly telling a story. How he interrupts, how he subtly corrects you. How he walks ahead without waiting, and rarely looks back to see if you’re still with him. How he only reaches for your hand when people are watching, when it can be seen, posted, admired.

But still, you stay. And Max doesn’t understand why. Because you were meant for him.

You know it too. He sees it in the way your eyes linger on him a second too long. The way your laughter always falters when he looks at you like this, like he’d burn the world down if you asked him to.

But you never ask.

And Max? He’s stuck waiting.

We’re so meant for each other. When will you wake up.

The words sit heavy in his chest, but he swallows them down. Because as much as he wants to say them, to beg you to choose him, it has to be you.

Call me when you break up.

He thinks it almost every time he sees you. It sits there behind his teeth, aching to be said. A quiet, desperate plea. Because he can’t say it first.

You have to want it. Want him.

Until then, he’ll keep watching from across the room. Holding his breath. And praying that one day, you’ll finally stop pretending.

And come home to him.

It gets worse before it gets better.

Max tries to move on. Tries to shove the feelings down, bury them beneath podium celebrations and mindless distractions. He flirts with women he doesn’t care about, lets them kiss him in the shadows of clubs, lets them wrap themselves around him like temporary bandages, but their lips never feel right.

Because they’re not yours.

You’re the only person who’s ever made him feel like he doesn’t have to win to be worth something.

He tells himself he’s fine. That if he says it enough, he’ll start believing it.

But then he sees you again.

You’re sitting alone in the paddock, scrolling through your phone, and you look exhausted. Not just physically, but in the way that sits deep in your bones. Like you haven’t been happy in a long time.

Max doesn’t think. He just moves.

"Hey."

You glance up, startled, before a slow smile spreads across your face. "Hey, Max."

It’s stupid, how much just hearing his name in your voice makes his chest ache. How his whole world rearranges itself around that one sound.

He sits beside you, close enough that your knees brush. "You okay?"

You hesitate just for a second before nodding. "Yeah. Just tired."

You’re lying. He knows it. You know he knows it, but you don’t elaborate, and Max doesn’t push.

Because this isn’t his place.

Not yet.

So he swallows the things he wants to say. Swallows the part of him that wants to take your face in his hands and ask what happened to the girl who used to give him hell just for fun. The one who could make him laugh with a single raised eyebrow, who used to challenge him just to see if he’d rise to it.

He forces himself to play the part. The best friend. The one who listens but never crosses the line. The one who waits in the background, hoping that one day you’ll finally wake up.

But waiting is hell.

Especially when he sees it clearer than ever that you’re not yourself anymore. Not the girl who used to light up every room, not the girl who used to challenge him on everything just to make him laugh. You’ve gotten quieter. Like the wrong love dimmed your light.

And Max? He wants to be the one who brings it back.

He wants to remind you what it feels like to be loved loudly. To be listened to. To be challenged and adored in equal measure. He wants to be the arms you fall into, not because you’re tired, but because it finally feels safe. He wants to fight with you and for you, and he wants to laugh until you can’t breathe, until your face crumples in that way that only happens when you’re so happy you forget to hold it all in.

The call comes finally at 2 a.m.

Max is half-asleep when his phone buzzes, the screen lighting up with your name. His heart lurches before he even picks up.

"Hello?"

Silence.

Then—

"Can I come over?"

Your voice is raw, like you’ve been crying, and suddenly Max is wide awake.

"Yeah," he says immediately, already sitting up. "Of course."

You don’t offer an explanation. You don’t need to.

Because he already knows.

You show up at his door twenty minutes later, eyes red-rimmed, wearing the same clothes from earlier.

Max doesn’t ask what happened. He just steps aside, letting you in.

You sink onto his couch without a word, pulling your knees to your chest. Max sits beside you, close but not touching. Waiting.

It takes a minute before you finally speak.

"It’s over."

The words send a jolt through his chest, but he keeps his expression careful. "Are you okay?"

"I don’t know." You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “I feel like an idiot... I should’ve left a long time ago, but I was scared. Of being alone. Of starting over."

Max swallows hard. "You’re not alone."

Your eyes flick to his, something unreadable swirling in their depths. "I know."

A beat of silence. Then—

“Were you… waiting for this?”

The question slips out of you like a confession, small and uncertain, but it lands like a thunderclap between you.

Max doesn’t blink. Doesn’t deflect with a joke or pretend he didn’t hear. His eyes stay locked on yours, steady and unflinching, like he’s bracing for impact.

“Yeah,” he says, simply. “I was.”

“Max—” you breathe, voice thick and trembling.

But he cuts you off gently, a hand lifting like he’s physically trying to slow the moment down.

“Don’t,” he says softly, eyes searching yours. “Don’t say anything if you don’t mean it, not because you feel guilty, or because you’re hurting, or because I’ve been stupid enough to love you this long.”

“I think part of me always knew,” you continue, blinking hard. “That I was supposed to end up here. That it was always going to be you. But I kept talking myself out of it. Because you were safe. And I didn’t think I deserved safe.”

“You deserve everything,” Max says hoarsely.

You nod, a few tears finally escaping down your cheeks

Max is still watching you like he doesn’t dare breathe, like if he moves too fast, you’ll disappear again.

You reach for his hand, threading your fingers through his. “I don’t want to pretend anymore. I don’t want to waste another second pretending I don’t feel what I feel.”

His grip tightens instinctively. “What do you feel?”

You swallow hard, but your voice is clear now. Certain. “I’m in love with you.”

Max exhales like he’s been underwater this whole time and finally broke the surface. His hand rises to cup your jaw, thumb catching a tear before it falls.

“Say it again,” he whispers, eyes shining.

You smile through the tears. “I’m in love with you.”

“I love you too,” he says. “I’ve been yours since the beginning”

And then you’re kissing him.

It’s not perfect. It’s messy, a little desperate. There’s hesitation in the way your lips press to his, like you’re testing the waters of a dream you never let yourself have. But Max doesn’t hesitate.

His hands find your waist, anchoring you to him, pulling you into his lap like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if there’s any distance between you. His fingers slide into your hair, and he kisses you like it’s the only language he’s ever been fluent in.

Like he’s been waiting forever.

You gasp softly into his mouth, and he slows down, gentling it, letting you set the pace. Letting you feel safe. Loved. Wanted.

When you finally pull back, your foreheads rest together, breath mingling in the small space between you. Your eyes stay closed, your voice barely more than a breath.

“I’m sorry it took me so long.”

Max exhales, brushing your hair back behind your ear with a tenderness that makes your throat tighten.

“You’re here now,” he says, thumb ghosting across your cheek. “That’s all that matters.”

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81pastrys · 5 days ago

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Mini Bwoah

Part 2 / ?

Summary— When Esteban makes a dig at her success at the club, she throw it back at him creating a rivalry

Warnings— drinking ; digs at racing ; slight misogyny ; cursing

A/N— uh oh Esteban wants to play a game of chess

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My driver brings me to a club and a valet employee opens my door. I get out and there aren’t many fans out. I go in and see Alonso first.

“What strings did you pull to be here?” He laughed.

“None, he forced me to go out.” I say.

“Really?!” Alonso said. “Well, Norris is the DJ, mostly everyone is here, and have fun.”

He kissed my forehead and I go to the dance floor. I find other drivers quickly and we dance a bit. I find myself by Esteban, Pierre, Oscar, and Daniel. We sit in a round booth, farther from the loud music.

“How are we feeling about next year?” Pierre asked.

“I’m feeling good, I really think I’m going to get a good seat you know?” Daniel said.

“My car sucks, if I find a better seat I’m taking it.” Esteban laughed.

“Is the Alpine that bad?” Oscar asked.

“The upgrades make the car worse if anything.” Pierre said.

“You also have to know the car to drive it well.” I say, monotone toward them.

“Oh yeah, says the female in one of the top 3 cars.” Esteban scoffed.

“Woah..” Daniel interrupted, seeing my expression change.

“What? I’m not wrong, she’s acting like she’s royalty in a faster car.” Esteban tried justifying his answer.

“How long have you been driving in F1?” I ask. Pierre tries holding back a laugh. Daniel as well.

“8 years.” He said. “That has nothing to do with this conversation.”

“Not even a year in the sport and I have more podiums, so is it the driver or the car?” I ask.

“The car!” He said.

“Alonso is in a shit car, you don’t see him on the bottom of the grid.” I shrug. “It’s because he’s a driver who knows his car.” I talk to him like he’s stupid.

“Yeah?” Esteban asked, heated. “So what you’re saying is I’m a shit driver?”

“Not directly.” I laugh. “But if the shoe fits, fucking wear it.” I say, getting up and walking off. I go by Charles, Lewis, and Max.

“Hello little kimi.” Lewis laughed. “Having fun yet?”

“If you count insulting Ocon fun, then yeah I’d say so.” I shrug.

“You insulted ocon?” Charles asked laughing.

“Just a little bit.” I say. “Told him he’s a shit driver In other words.”

“Oh no, he’s gonna be telling media about that.” Carlos said. “He holds grudges Raïkkönnen.”

“Well, he needs to learn how to drive an f1 car.” I shrug again. “Not my fault he can’t.”

“Dude I fucking love her so much.” Lewis laughed patting my shoulder.

“Where’s the bar?” I ask. “I need whiskey.”

“To the right behind Yuki.” Charles said.

I go and get my whiskey. I head up to the DJ table, talking to Lando. “Hey!” He said.

“How does this work?” I ask, sipping my neat whiskey.

“Like your steering wheel, but more buttons.” He laughed. “Is that straight whiskey?”

“Yeah, want some?” I ask holding it out to him.

“No thanks.” He said making a disgusted face. “Want a go at the table?”

“Nooo, I have enemies out there.” I say.

“Enemies?” He asked, severely confused. “Everyone on the grid loves you.” He emphasized ‘loves’.

“Really?” I ask. “That’s a surprise.”

“Well your father is a legend, and you’re carrying it on.”

“Ah, passing it as he says.” I correct. “What’s next on the playlist?”

“A remix of ‘the next episode.’” He said, directing his attention back to the table.

“Alright, I’m going to socialize and try not to black out.” I say nonchalant.

I go back to the dance floor enjoying myself while drinking my whiskey. I watch the DJ table as Lando plays the remix and all I could think was ‘damn that’s hot’. I sit back by Pierre, Oscar and Daniel. Esteban must’ve left.

“She’s back!” Daniel exclaimed. “We missed you little Kimi.”

“Is he drunk?” I ask.

“A little bit.” Pierre said. “Esteban has taken 6 shots since you left.”

“He wasn’t too happy about your comment earlier.” Oscar mentioned.

“Well.” I shrug. “What else was I supposed to do?”

“We just weren’t expecting that.” Pierre said. “You usually sit in silence, zoning off.”

“I was making conversation.” I say. “That was before a whiskey.”

“Oh god, is she more ruthless drunk?” Daniel said smiling. I start smiling and giggling at his comment.

“You tell me!” I laugh. “You’ve seen me drunk.”

“I wasn’t there!” Daniel responded. “I was tired that night.”

“Well Oscar, am I more ruthless drunk?” I ask, turning to look at him. His face turns pink and he stutters an answer.

“Ruthless no, flirty hell yeah.” He said laughing after.

“I am not!” I protest, lightly punching his arm. “Seriously.”

“You’re a ruthless flirt when you’re drunk!” He laughed even more. “Lando would know more, you were all over him.”

I look at my whiskey and start laughing hysterically. “Did I miss something?” Pierre said smiling.

“As soon as I got a drink, I went talk to Lando.” I say through my laughs. “I do find him attractive, he’s just more my league than the others.”

“What’s that mean?” Oscar laughed.

“You’re taken, Pierre is taken, most of them are too old for me- Lando is just perfectly my league.” I explain.

“Classic Raïkönnen explaining.” Daniel said smiling. “She talks a lot when she’s tipsy huh?”

“Wait till it all kicks in, she’ll be on the table giving us a show.” Pierre said.

“Did I do that?!” I ask.

“No he’s pulling your leg.” Oscar said. He couldn’t help but smile at his lie. “Why do you think Alonso dragged you out?”

“I don’t remember I was blacked out.” I laugh. “I don’t remember leaving.”

“Just wait, you’ll do it again.” Pierre laughed.

We all laugh and talk for a while. My drink runs low and I get a new one. I start feeling it kick in, heading to the DJ table. “Let’s go dance.” I practically whine to Lando.

“Someone needs to DJ love.” He laughed.

“Find someone, I want you to dance with me!” I beg. “Pleaseeee.”

“Go find Max, he’s seen me do it plenty times.” He smiled. I go find Max and drag him to the DJ table. “You think you’ll be able to do this?”

“Sure mate, not for long though.” Max laughed.

“That’s alright, she wants me to dance.” Lando explained.

“Don’t have too much fun.” Max joked. Lando laughs bringing me to the dance floor like I wanted. I start getting promiscuous and grind back on him while he holds my hips.

“Having fun hm?” He asked, spinning me to face him.

“More now that we’re dancing.” I wink as we dance more. “You look so hot up there.”

“Do I?” He smiled. “Why’s that?”

“You just do it so effortlessly, it’s so hot.” I say. “I could kiss you right now, you’re so hot.”

“What’s stopping you love?” He smiled big looking at me, holding my hips just right. I smile as he looks at me.

“Media would go nuts with it.” I laugh. “I Don’t mind much, but I wouldn’t do that to you.”

He takes no time in kissing me, while dipping me down. He brings me back up and I grab his face with my hands, us making out on the dance floor. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for that.” I smile. He smiles back.

Check. Fucking. Mate.

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vettelsvee · 2 days ago

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A NANNY AND SEB'S SECRET CRUSH | Sebastian Vettel

⋆ PAIRING: Single dad Red Bull!Sebastian Vettel x Nanny!Female Reader ⋆ SUMMARY: Seb needs a nanny to take care of his 4 years old daughter, Danielle. What he didn't expect was to have a crush and fall in love with you ⋆ WARNINGS: Mentions of drugs. NOTHING ELSE, just fluff and Single Dad!Red Bull Seb (2014) :) ⋆ WORD COUNT: 3237 ⋆ VEE'S NOTES: I was craving writing Seb, so it was this or Spidey Dad!Seb. All my works have been flopping for a while but anyways, I have faith this go well 🫶🏻. Hope you like this and, if so, please tell me your thoughts, talk to me and reblog! Thank you so much for reading <3 ↳ TALK TO ME! | FORMULA 1 MASTERLIST | CITY OF STARS F1 AU

Sebastian Vettel was in his driver room after an intense race Sunday. That Grand Prix had ended, but ahead of the German lay a journey of approximately nine hours to the next destination.

The truth was that the frequency with which the driver traveled was normal, but he wouldn't be so tired —and even worried— if it weren't for his four-year-old daughter, Danielle, who was currently playing with her grandmother with some small racing cars.

Seb could see the excitement in the little one, although he was also aware of the fatigue showing on his mother's face. From the couch where he was lying down, he sighed, feeling guilty for burdening Heike with that responsibility. If only his ex-girlfriend, Isabella, hadn't gotten into drugs and abandoned Seb and baby Danielle, who was only three months old...

The last few months had been chaos for the Red Bull driver, and with each passing day, he was increasingly convinced that he didn't want to, but had to hire a nanny who would be available to accompany them for the remainder of the season. He was fully aware that his mother couldn't take responsibility for his daughter all the time, and even less so traveling every week to a different part of the world.

Seb was aware that he had to make a decision, and he had to do it as soon as possible.

That same afternoon, without having yet mentioned it to his mother for fear of her reaction, the driver found himself in his hotel room surrounded by clothes he hadn't yet packed and a completely asleep Danielle on his right side. With his laptop on his lap, he was exhaustively browsing a forum recommended by a few of the men in the Red Bull crew, to find a nanny. Some of them had tried to use it, but it ultimately proved futile.

Seb, however, hoped to have better luck than them, so he delved into the search for a nanny in distress.

After reading, for what ended up being about three hours, countless resumes, and not being entirely convinced by any of them, he came across a girl who seemed quite interesting. According to your profile, you lived in Switzerland, the same country where Seb lived. However, what actually caught his attention the most was that you were specialized in early childhood education and, furthermore, in musical education. He hoped that was true because if it were, he would fight tooth and nail to make you his right hand in caring for his daughter.

Immediately, as if it were a matter of life or death, he decided to follow your profile and then wrote and sent a brief message to see if it was possible, taking advantage of the fact that he would be back in Switzerland, to arrange a meeting with you next week at a city café.

Good afternoon (at least from where I am). I've read your profile and I must say, I was very impressed with everything written in it, so I would love to talk to you about a job offer I've had in mind for some time. Would it be possible for us to meet at a city café next week? That way we could get to know each other, and especially the little one.

Regards,

Sebastian Vettel.

After sending the message and, while waiting for a response from you, still lying on the bed, his mother called from the room. That startled Seb’s daughter awake, but instead of scaring her, it seemed to give her a burst of energy.

"What are you up to, son?" Heike inquired, noting the smile on her eldest son's face.

"I might have found a nanny for Danielle," he answered in a whisper. "I sent her a message a few minutes ago and I'm just hoping, and praying to whoever it takes, that she's interested."

Before his mother could ask why he hadn't mentioned it to her earlier, the little one joined the conversation of the adults:

"A nanny? Does that mean someone else is going to join us and play with me?"

"Exactly, sweetheart," her father replied to her, crouching down a bit, still concerned that his little one shouldn't know the news yet. "Grandma is tired, don't you notice? Same happens when grandpa Norbert joins us," Seb said, pointing to his mother and receiving a nod from the little girl. "And surely if she decides to come with us, you'll be able to play a lot with her, and also learn new things."

"That sounds like a lot of fun, dad!" exclaimed Danielle, throwing herself into her father's arms, which he gladly accepted. "When will we meet her?"

"I hope next week," the driver said, then turning to his mother. "If everything goes well and she responds to my message, we'll meet her at any café in Thurgau. That way we can get to know her a little better and, above all, see if she joins in on this madness."

"I think it's a wonderful idea, Seb. Anything that makes this little bug and you happy, makes me happy too."

The man smiled at his mother's comment. Every day, he became more aware of how much she had helped him move forward in raising Danielle. He had no doubt that, without his family’s help, he would feel pretty much lost in life.

As he continued lost in his thoughts, watching the two women of his life conversing animatedly, he entered once again his email account to see if he received any reply from you.

As he opened the application, he saw that the email referred to the job request he had made to you just a few minutes ago. Hurriedly, despite having his laptop just steps away on the bed, he grabbed the device and immediately headed to the webpage.

"Here you are!" the driver shouted once he found the correct password after seven attempts. "Let's see what you have to say, Y/N..."

Seb began to read aloud, catching the attention of grandmother and granddaughter:

Mr. Vettel:

I am delighted, and especially grateful, for the interest you have shown in my profile.

I am fully available to attend the meeting you requested in your email, just let me know where you would like it to take place and the meeting time.

Again, I thank you for the opportunity and I eagerly await meeting you in person.

Best regards,

Y/N Y/L/N.

"Okay," Seb began to explain, a little nervous. "If she has accepted, that means she might be interested. But... What if she's not interested? What if, in the end, she sees our lifestyle and denies us everything? Really, I think this was a bad idea and..."

"You don't have to worry about anything, son," Heike reassured him. "I'm sure that girl will be very kind and, above all, will take very good care of Danielle."

The little girl was jumping around the room, happy to know that there might be a new young woman taking care of her. Heike, for her side, simply smiled at her son, filling him with hope and positivity for what awaited them next week.

It had only been about five days, but for Sebastian Vettel, the wait had felt eternal. Now, finally, the German was in the town he moved to quite a few years ago on a sunny day, waiting with a cup of coffee for you to arrive. He kept glancing at his watch constantly, and every time the door of the establishment opened, he would tense up. So, when his mother entered with his daughter, he was disappointed again. Nonetheless, Seb quickly got up and gestured for them to come to the table, trying not to attract too much attention.

"Seb, dear, it looks like you've dressed up on purpose," his mother quipped with a wide smile on her face. "I can't wait to meet this girl and see what she's like."

"Are we going to meet the girl who's going to take care of me today?" Danielle asked innocently.

Before her father could ever answer, the door of the coffee shop opened again, ushering in who they presumed was you.

Seb had been lost in thought. You were even more beautiful than he expected.

"Hello, are you Mr. Vettel?" you commented shyly, approaching the table where the family was seated timidly. "I'm Y/N Y/L/N, the nanny you contacted."

As if it were a reflex action, Seb stood up from his chair in no time and adjusted his outfit to look as presentable as possible.

"The one and only! It's a pleasure to finally meet you," he expressed sincerely, offering his hand to the young woman. "Let me introduce you to my mother, Heike, and the main character of this story: my daughter, Danielle."

"Pleased to finally meet you, Y/N," Heike stated. "My son has talked a lot about you, and truth be told, we were very much excited to meet you."

You blushed. You weren't used to receiving compliments, especially not from strangers —and, definitely, not from a four-times Formula 1 driver.

"Hi, Y/N!" a small voice shouted at her feet. "Are you the nanny who's going to travel with us?"

"Hello, Danielle," you greeted, crouching down to the girl's level. "If your dad and grandma agree, I would be more than happy to accompany you wherever you go."

Once introductions were complete, you moved to sit at the table. Seb encouraged you all to order drinks, which he would treat. As they arrived, you all began to chat peacefully about your education, work experience, and even some more mundane topics.

Little Danielle listened carefully to the conversation her father was having with you, who decided to sat next to her. The truth was that she was getting more and more excited about the idea of having such a kind girl like you were take care of her when her father couldn't.

As the conversation progressed and, truth be told, once Heike left you alone, you became more and more comfortable with the little family, finally able to leave your shyness behind.

"You know, I'm convinced that you're the most suitable person to take care of my daughter at this time," Seb commented. "Your experience, education, and above all, the responsibility you appear to have is what I'm looking for. Although, I'll be honest with you...: it's easy to be more responsible than me, I don't know what I would have done without my mother in the paddock."

You laughed at the comment from what would become your boss.

"I really appreciate this opportunity, Sebastian," you said with honesty. "I'm sure it will be a challenge for me at first, I can't deny that; but I know that your little one and I will get along great."

"Then now that granny Heike is gone, we can start our own racing team," Danielle proposed enthusiastically. "Look, Y/N: dad is the driver; you, if you can drive, are the other driver, and I'm the boss, like Toto!"

Seb burst into laughter at the idea of his daughter leading a Formula 1 team and, even more so, at the image his brain had created of the little one displaying the same behaviors as Wolff on the multiple occasions his aggressiveness had surfaced.

"It's a great idea, Danielle," you answered, playing along with the little one's game. "But first of all: what would you like your team to be called?"

4 months later

You were with Danielle in a play area near the paddock. The last Free Practice session was about to start, and since the girl didn't want to get bored before the qualifying session later on, she convinced you to go play with a puzzle that had recently been given to her by her father's teammate, Daniel Ricciardo.

Despite being a children's puzzle, you felt useless. Why couldn't you solve it? Perhaps your mind was thinking about something else at that moment… or someone else.

Still, all you both could do was laugh.

"You know what, Y/N?" Danielle inquired with a mischievous smile. "My daddy told me a secret the other day, but I'm going to tell you because you're like my mommy."

Sure, Seb has a girlfriend, Danielle loves her a lot, and they're going to fire me, you thought as you tried not to let your nerves eat you out alive.

"What did he tell you, Danielle?"

"That you're very, veeeeeery pretty," the girl blurted out without hesitation.

You didn't know how to answer, surprised by the words the girl you had grown so fond of in recent months had said. A blush began to rise on your cheeks as the little girl just kept playing playing with an innocent smile on her face.

"And she's right," the little one continued. "You're very pretty, yeah. What granny said about dad never lying is true."

"Thank you, sweetheart," you responded tenderly. "You're a beautiful girl too, both inside and out." You hugged her and planted a warm kiss on her forehead.

At that moment, Seb, who had already finished the session, approached where you both were, dying of love at the scene he was seeing closer every time.

"What are my favorite girls doing?" Seb asked curiously once he reached you, tousling his daughter's hair.

"We're playing, daddy," Danielle responded. "And daddy… isn't Y/N very pretty?"

The driver didn't know where to hide in that moment. Seb knew he shouldn't have said anything to his daughter because, despite being only four years old, she was a bit of a chatterbox.

You, on the other hand, just hugged the little girl, who was still determined to find a solution to the puzzle, without success.

"Yes, sweetheart," Seb finally replied, admiring the scene in front of him. "Y/N is the best woman ever. If it weren't for her, I don't know what would be happening with us right now."

"Maybe granny Heike would have punished you several times already without letting you race with your car and your friend Daniel," the girl innocently blurted out.

You felt nothing but gratitude for the treatment you had received from Sebastian since you started working for him. Obviously, the great compliment you had just received at that moment was not going to be any less.

"By the way, Y/N," Seb announced, "I promised Danielle that I would take her out for ice cream after the race. Do you have anything to do or...?"

"Yes, Y/N, come, please, pleaseeeeee!" Danielle squealed and jumped.

"Well, if I'm not intruding..."

Seb snorted, indignant at the young woman's antics.

"Hey, don’t say that ever again. You're part of the family," the German said. "You're more than welcome to join us!"

After finishing the race, which ended with Seb achieving a well-deserved P6 for the hell of a season he was going through, father, daughter, and nanny headed towards a café located in the paddock. Due to problems with his fans after the race, you didn't want to risk your safety, especially Danielle's, by going to just any ice cream parlor.

"The ice cream is on me, but thanks to Red Bull, so you better get the biggest one possible," Seb said unabashedly.

"Seb, really, it's not necessary," you expressed gratefully but a little embarrassed. "You're covering all my travel expenses and, besides, you’re paying me a salary…"

Sebastian sighed. You seemed impossible, and he absolutely hated that.

"I'm serious, choose whatever you want. You're part of our family, you should already know that," the driver insisted.

Reluctantly, you accepted your boss' offer, finally choosing a small tub of vanilla ice cream.. After each of you had made your order and had it in hand, you headed to a small table outside to enjoy your treats without distractions.

Once you finished, Danielle asked Seb and you for permission to play with some kids who were hanging around and who, as far as Vettel knew, were some of the children of the many workers from the different team as it was impossible for anyone else to be in the paddock at that late. Meanwhile, Seb and you just continued to have a chat, mainly about the remainder of the season.

There came a point where the topic became monotonous enough for Seb, finally determined to take the next step in his relationship with you, to break the silence:

"You know… there's something I've wanted to tell you for a few days now..." the German began. "Throughout this time you've been taking care of Danielle and, in a way, also taking care of me, I've realized that I don't just see you as the person who takes care of my greatest treasure, but as someone I want to be my second greatest treasure in life."

You trembled. The truth was, during the first month of working with the Vettels, you had quite liked Seb, but you promised yourself you wouldn't fall under his spell. He was your boss after all, and also Danielle’s dad. Three months later, everything seemed to have gone the other way around as you fell completely for the current Formula 1’s world champion.

However, you knew you both belonged to two completely different worlds, and no matter how hard you tried to make it work, your love would never be possible.

"Seb... I feel the same way too," you expressed, fearful. "But I think this will not only affect your life as a driver but also the stability we've reached with Danielle. Besides, a Formula 1 driver and a nanny? It's impossible, we're polar opposites," you asserted firmly, trying to keep your voice steady, trying not to falter due to the urge to cry you felt at that moment.

"I understand you're worried, but I can't deny what I feel for you anymore. You've been there for my daughter and myself, and you've become a mother to her," Seb had a lump in his throat. "I can't play dumb, even though that's what I usually do when I know I could end up losing the love of my life."

"I don't want to lose you or jeopardize what we have," you declared with tears streaming down your face, pretty much ashamed but not really caring about it. "Right now, Danielle is my priority, and I don't want the decisions we make to affect her. Imagine: what if we started dating, told her, and then ended everything? Do you think it will sit well with her?" you expressed with worry.

Seb took your hand and planted a small kiss on it.

"I perfectly understand what you mean and yeah, you’re right: my daughter will always be my priority," Vettel said sincerely. "But don't you think that, sometimes, we deserve to be our own main priority?"

Before you could even answer, Danielle ran towards you, her face as red as a tomato, possibly from running almost the whole time.

"I love you, daddy and Y/N," the girl confessed, then turned directly to you. "But if daddy loves you and you love him, and you start being boyfriend and girlfriend, I'd like to call you mommy."

Faced with a somewhat different declaration of love from the Vettels, you didn’t have words.

At that moment, you didn't care about all your fears: she loved Sebastian and Danielle Vettel, and you were pretty sure that you’d do whatever it took to spend your whole life with them.

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livwritessometimes · 1 day ago

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Mr. Boyfriend

: Part 6 (Max's Version)

: Everything’s gonna be fine. I mean, how hard can it be to fake a relationship, anyway?

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strawberryblue-blog · 21 hours ago

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Hello, could you please do Lando Norris SFW alphabet? Thank you!!

A to Z —Lando Norris.

Summary: request.

Warning: none. Cute, soft, fluff, headcanon.

Words count: +800.

A - Affection.

He's always looking out for you, noticing the little details that make your day better. If you mentioned you were having a rough day, he'll show up with your favorite coffee or a special playlist. He loves bear hugs, especially long, mellow ones when it's cold.

B - Best Friend.

His sense of humor is one of his greatest qualities. We all know that Lando loves to joke, play and amuse people. He will make you laugh with spontaneous comments or inside jokes that only the two of you understand.

C - Cuddles.

He doesn't admit it easily but he loves to be pampered. That you treat him like a little kid when it's just the two of you and be his biggest supporter. He melts when you stroke his hair or play with his hands while watching a movie.

D - Domestic.

When he commits to something, he does it with passion. Whether it's work, hobbies or common duties of living together and relationship, he will always give his best. Although he might be a bit lazy at times, he will always end up doing it one way or another.

E - End.

If he would ever end the relationship, he would do it with respect and maturity. He wouldn't be someone who leaves things unfinished or disappears without explanation, he's not that type.

F - Fiancé.

Not someone who rushes into things but when he sees that the relationship is serious and starts imagining a future together, planning trips or talking about goals together, he would do it without hesitation.

G - Gentle.

This is someone who has a soft side, even if at first it doesn't seem so because of his lack of confidence. She knows how to listen and is always looking to make you feel comfortable and safe.

H - Hugs.

He likes long hugs and staying at home with you, either cooking together or watching movies until falling asleep on the couch. But he also likes to go out with the family, visit places, have picnics, take you for rides in his car and stuff like that.

I - I love you.

He didn't say "I love you" too quickly but when he did, it was at a special moment and with all the feeling in the world. Because he really felt that way.

J - Jealousy.

Although he's pretty sure of himself. He is overly jealous (not toxic) just that sometimes it makes him jealous that you are so friendly with the other drivers and hang out with them, like your relationship with Oscar.

K - Kisses.

His kisses are intense and meaningful. He loves to kiss you on the forehead, your hands or collarbone, and enjoys it when you return a surprise kiss.

L - Little one.

He is incredibly good with children, always finds a way to make them laugh and entertain them with games or funny stories (Probably because he wants to have a lot of them in the very near future).

M - Morning.

He prefers to wake up early and seize the day. Sometimes, he will surprise you with a special breakfast or just wait patiently for you to wake up to start the day together.

N - Night.

He loves to spend his evenings with you talking about everything from deep topics to meaningless conversations that end in laughter. He also likes to tickle you endlessly until you cry.

O - Open.

He tends to open up often has nothing to hide and likes communication, as he trusts you completely.

P - Patience.

Not easily frustrated and prefers to talk things over calmly. Knows when to give you space and when to insist to solve a problem.

Q - Quizzes.

Remembers the strangest details about you, like the first movie you saw together, your favorite line from a book, your favorite series and everything that can remeber enough to be attentive to you.

R - Remember.

Treasure special moments, like the first time you held hands, the time you stayed up until dawn without realizing it, the first time you went to the paddock as his girlfriend and how you supported him every race since that day.

S - Security.

He makes you feel protected but without being controlling. He'll always be there when you need him, ready to support you without making you feel suffocated.

T - Try.

He puts effort into everything he does, and that includes the relationship and living together. He's always looking for ways to surprise you and show you how much he cares about you, to demonstrate his full love and commitment to you.

U - Ugly.

He sometimes leaves things lying around and is a bit lazy but tries to compensate with other ways to show his love.

V - Vanity.

He likes to look good, maybe a little exaggerated. But that's Lando, he knows what he has and what you want. He appreciates it when you tell him he looks handsome and enjoys it when you help him dress it up for a special occasion.

W - Whole.

He doesn't need someone to complete him, but with you he feels like everything is better. He makes you feel like you are an important part of his life.

X - Xtra.

Loves when you cook, he really thinks you're good at it and always encourages you to make him pasta or will ask his grandmother for recipes to make together, it's quality time and he loves it.

Y - Yuck (What she hates).

Can't stand dishonesty or pointless arguments. Prefers to solve problems with honest communication.

Z - Zzz (Sleep).

He sleeps deeply, but always seeks to hug you before falling asleep or at least touch some part of your body, you are like his favorite stuffed animal.

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jude-duarte-wannabe · 6 hours ago

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my love, all mine

a little fluffy blurb as a late birthday present for my darling love @hugleclerc <3 love you gigi <3

warning you now that there are a few changes in the lore and history surrounding charles and max's relationship in this.

pairing; charles leclerc x fem!verstappen reader

blurb; falling in love with your older brothers childhood friend and rival was a battle for survival when he found out but now that you've made it through unharmed, your next goal is make sure your new husband survives your wedding reception speech.

currently playing; first man by camila cabello "you're looking at me, while walking down the aisle with tears in your eyes, maybe he deserves me"

From the moment you stood at the altar, with the words "I do" ready to escape your lips the moment you were asked, you had already begun mentally preparing the speech you would deliver at the reception. Your older brother Max had needed a fair bit of convincing before accepting your relationship with Charles. It wasn’t that he had discovered it in a bad way—it just so happened that he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and caught a glimpse over Charles's shoulder, reading texts from you that would surely require bleach to forget.

With your hair cascading down your back, the intricately styled updo long gone after you’d grown tired of its pinching and pulling at your scalp, the delicate silk of your wedding dress swishing softly as you padded barefoot across the dancefloor, you were fully aware of the curious glances from the older members of both your families. But you were the bride, so they couldn't say a word.

A soft smile graced your face as you carefully took the microphone from Lorenzo, your new brother-in-law, who had just finished his groomsman speech. Your gaze locked with Charles’s across the room, where he sat at the head table, his eyes focused entirely on you.

Charles couldn't help but smile as he watched you take the microphone from his brother, his heart brimming with love. His angel of a wife stood at the center of the room, ready to deliver a speech that would no doubt bring him to tears once again. But that was fine by Max; it gave him more material for blackmail.

Lorenzo stepped away as you took center stage, offering you a smile before returning to his seat beside Charles’s family.

"So, for those of you here tonight who don't know me... I'm the bride!" A soft giggle, which Charles often described as the sound of the softest bell, escaped your lips, filled with the pure happiness of finally saying those words. The room filled with laughter at your playful joke. Charles himself chuckled, his gaze fixed on you with adoration, excited and nervous to hear what would come next.

"Yes... much to my older brother Max’s dismay, I am indeed the bride. And for those of you who know me and my brother, you know we didn’t exactly have the best childhood," you continued, the briefest pause in your voice as memories flooded back. They hit you with the force of a speeding truck, but you quickly recovered, picking up the next words.

"Fortunately, things changed the day my brother met Charles. Yep, that’s right, Max met him first, and I still got the ring. Lestappen, my ass," you added, the room bursting into laughter. Even Charles joined in, knowing full well the playful tension between him and Max, which had become a frequent topic in your household.

"Charles and his family were the nicest people little me had ever met, and his maman, Pascale..." A bright smile spread across your face at the mention of your new mother-in-law’s name. "She basically adopted Max and me into her family and treated us the way we always should have been. She was the only real parent I’ve ever known. I’m just sorry I didn’t get to grow up under the care of not only Pascale but also her truly inspiring husband, Hervé, may he rest in peace, the way Charles did."

A wave of affection and understanding spread through the room, with many guests nodding in agreement. Pascale, too, wiped away a tear as she heard you speak so lovingly about her late husband.

In the corner of your eye, you caught the shared glance between Arthur and Lorenzo, their affection for you and Max evident in their eyes, and their appreciation for your kind words equally clear.

"Growing up with Charles and his family was... an experience. We barely understood each other at the best of times, with Max and me growing up speaking Dutch and Charles's family speaking French. Honestly, I still don’t understand half of what Charles is saying."

The room erupted with laughter again as the guests shared in your lighthearted story. Charles couldn't help but laugh too, his love for you only growing stronger with each passing moment. He still remembered the first time he’d met you, the way you stumbled over English words in a hurried attempt to communicate. He found it adorable then, and he still did.

"Charles... mijn liefje, I’m kidding. It’s only about a quarter of the time that I don’t understand you," you teased, earning a playful roll of his eyes and a smirk.

"I’m sure every girl here can relate to having had awkward childhood crushes," you continued, and a chorus of amused giggles followed, with many of the women nodding in agreement. "And I know what you’re all thinking... 'Oh, how cute, she’s been in love with Charles since she was a kid.'"

The room filled with 'aww’s, especially from the older ladies who loved a good love story. But Charles smirked, waiting to hear what would come next.

"Well, you'd be wrong," you said, your tone teasing. "And I can't believe I'm admitting this, but I think my very first crush was actually on Lorenzo..." An awkward chuckle escaped your lips as you looked at Lorenzo, where he sat with his fiancée, Charlotte. "Don’t worry, Charlotte, he’s all yours," you added, holding your hands up in innocence, causing a soft laugh to slip from your lips.

Lorenzo shook his head playfully, smirking as he squeezed Charlotte’s hand in reassurance.

"I’m truly glad everything worked out this way in the end... marrying an athlete is highly recommended, ladies," you continued, casting a sheepish smile at Max. "Max, cover your ears for me."

Max dramatically rolled his eyes but made no attempt to stop you. He already knew where this was going.

"I mean, the stamina these men have is mind-blowing..." you teased, pausing for dramatic effect before continuing. "Also, Charles, mijn liefje... how do you look so good no matter what you wear, even dressed as a banana? It’s annoying!"

The women in the room burst into laughter, their eyes flickering to Charles in agreement. He, however, simply smirked, his ego inflating slightly as his cheeks flushed pink from the attention.

"Hey, he’s taken, girls. Down, down," you joked, causing another wave of giggles and playful protests from the women.

"Why do you sound disappointed... you’re literally at his wedding... to me?" you teased. The women erupted in even more giggles, some shaking their fists playfully while others called you a "lucky girl."

Shaking your head, you smiled warmly before moving on. "Anyway, moving on, I think the moment I first felt something for Charles was actually..." You glanced over at Max. "Max... sorry... but it was when he kicked your ass out of first place and won his first race. Like, seriously, if you watch that clip back... damn. I’m just saying. That move was so hot."

Max pulled a mock offended face, but the amusement in his expression was obvious. Meanwhile, the guests couldn’t contain their giggles.

"It’s safe to say my feelings for Charles only grew from there. I started reflecting on all the moments we had together, and that’s when I realized—I'd been in love with Charles for far longer than I thought," you said with confidence, turning to Charles. "With that in mind, you can kindly zip it about loving me first, mister. I’m the original simp in this relationship."

The guests “aww’d” in response, their faces softening with fondness as they watched your love story unfold. Charles simply huffed in amusement, gazing at you with affection, as though he were falling in love with you all over again.

"Last night was the first time in five years I didn’t spend the night with Charles, and I missed him endlessly and so I found myself writing down all the little things about him that I love," you continued, your voice quivering slightly.

The room let out a chorus of “aww’s,” with the women especially swooning. Charles’s gaze softened as he listened to you, clearly moved.

Blocking everyone's view with your hand, you reached into your dress and pulled out a piece of paper, your cheeks tinged with a slight blush. "Your girl doesn’t have pockets," you joked, earning laughter from the guests.

The women nodded in understanding, while Charles’s gaze lingered for a moment longer than he likely intended, much to Max’s disdain.

"Charles, I wasn't ever going to show you this, but you had to go and get sappy in your vows, making me cry. So now, I’m going to read this list to make you feel the same and let you know just how much I love you and all the little things you do for me," you said.

The room grew quiet in anticipation. Some of the older ladies pulled out tissues, while Charles sat with a soft, curious smile, waiting to hear your list.

"The first thing on my list is your eyes," you began. "Your eyes show me how much you love me, and they look at me the way I’ve always wanted to be looked at. They see me for me. Over the years, you’ve looked at me with nothing but sincerity, love, kindness, and loyalty. I love your eyes because they show your passion, your frustration, your happiness... and even when you’re tired. You have the sweetest eyes, and I hope to continue seeing that love in them for the rest of our lives."

A wave of “aww’s” filled the room as guests wiped away tears, and Pascale sniffled quietly at your words. Charles, his eyes glistening with emotion, couldn’t take his gaze off you.

"Number two is your determination," you continued. "I've never known a person more determined than you. I’ve seen it in the way you push to make me smile after a long day and in how you chased your dream of winning your home race in Monaco. And, of course, in how you pursued me. It took two years of chasing, but I’m glad you kept at it."

Charles chuckled softly, recalling how persistent he had been in winning your heart.

"Number three is your kindness," you said. "You’ve never failed to show how kindness is free. The way you treat your family, the way you treat the tifosi, and especially the way you treat me. You’ve never once strayed from me, and you’ve always been gentle and loving. You're the kindest person I’ve ever met."

Tears filled Charles’s eyes, but he was far from done hearing what you had to say.

"Number four... you're fun, quirky, and you always know how to make me laugh. You've never once made a dull moment in my life."

Charles chuckled, wiping away his tears, clearly grateful for how you loved him, quirks and all.

"Number five... you accept me for who I am, even if I'm a 'nibbler'... or as you like to call me, ‘Chomper.’"

Laughter echoed through the room at the inside joke, with Charles grinning fondly at the memory of your playful little quirk.

"And finally, I know that when the time is right, you’ll be an amazing father," you finished, your eyes glistening with love.

Charles smiled warmly, the thought of becoming a father bringing joy to his heart. Max’s voice broke through the quiet moment. "He better not become one too soon. I’m too young to be an uncle!" he teased, making the room burst into laughter.

"No promises! I mean have you seen him" you retorted with a wink.

"Overall," you said, your voice trembling with emotion, "what I’m trying to say, mijn zonneschijn, is that I love you. I have for the longest time, and I always will. I loved you yesterday, I love you today, and I’ll love you tomorrow. In every lifetime we share." You paused, wiping away a few tears. "And when we become parents, and you’re stuck by my side in the hospital, holding my hand while I curse your name and swear I’ll never let you touch me again... just know I’ll still love you."

You stopped for a moment, tears welling up. You took a deep breath, still trembling from the emotions rushing through you. "My heart has called your name for the longest time, and now it’s found its home next to yours. I love you so much that it hurts to breathe when you’re not near me. Thank you for allowing me to be your wife. I love you, mijn voor altijd."

The silence that followed your words was thick with emotion, the room filled with the raw, unspoken love between you and Charles. His eyes glistened as he stood and walked toward you, pulling you into his arms.

"I love you too," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "Always, ma chérie. And I promise to love you through every moment, no matter what comes next."

You melted into his embrace, the weight of the moment overwhelming, tears flowing freely as you knew this was only the beginning of forever. Max’s quiet acceptance of your relationship with Charles was always in the back of your mind, but you knew that this was the right path for you, and nothing could change that.

"Thank you for being my forever, Charles," you whispered, your voice breaking. "I can’t imagine a life without you."

Charles pulled you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "You’ll never have to," he murmured. "Not in this lifetime or any other."

And in that moment, with the world standing still around you, you both knew—this was the beginning of a love that would last through time, through every joy and hardship, and it was yours. Forever.

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whatifitis · 13 hours ago

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♡ this love - LN 4 ♡

Summary: Despite every losing battle, this love found it's way back to each other.

Author's Note: hey guys! this is the FINAL final part of this fic but can be read as a stand alone! i hope yall enjoy it <3 also this shit was not proofread and i think it could be a lot better but idk how to fix it 😭

WC: 2782

CW: fluff, tears, wedding shit, overuse of song lyrics, i think that's it

Maybe, when we’re ready, we’ll meet again.

That’s what you always told yourself. The sort of mantra you told yourself everyday since you had to say goodbye to the love of your life. Almost as if trying to convince yourself that you truly did the right thing in the end, letting him go. Letting go of the person who you’d loved and lost countless times, the person who you thought was your forever.

Were we a moment, or a lifetime?

Years of back and forth, always questioning every moment. Was it the right decision? Is it worth the time you’d already lost? Did it make sense? Was he the way to find your way home?

But now, everything makes sense. The answer has never been clearer, for this man loves you for who you are. You don’t fall through his hands like water. Instead, he holds you like the stars hold the moon. Safe and sound, bound in the warmth of him and everything he is.

And today is the day. Today, you get to marry the person who makes you feel whole. The person who has held you together and fixed what was once broken. All your bad decisions feel less terrible the second he listens. You truly never could have seen him coming.

Nerves rattle your body as you’re being pampered, getting your hair and makeup done for this big day. You had instated your best friend, Pietra, as your maid of honor and you’re honestly grateful that she accepted with no hesitation. She has been on top of every miniscule thing, making sure everything is perfect for today.

You were sat in the makeup chair when Pietra came up and gently held your hand in hers. With a gentle squeeze she asked, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m… excited.” you say sincerely, a soft smile gracing your face, “It’s been quite the journey. But I’m happy, genuinely. I’m excited to see where we go from here and for the first time in my life, I don’t have any doubts or regrets.”

“Good. You deserve this, darling. Honestly, all the shit you’ve gone through led to this moment. Everything made you the person you are today. And I think you’re pretty fucking amazing.” Pietra laughs and watches as you join her in doing so.

The two of you share a moment of quiet and calm, despite the chaos that surrounds the two of you. Bridesmaids are scrambling to put on their dress and do finishing touches, some wedding staff communicating to each other, making sure everything goes according to plan.

“I’m gonna need the bride, maid of honor and all the bridesmaids downstairs in about 30 minutes. So everyone please make sure you’ve got your dresses and shoes on, grab your bouquets and make your way down. Thank you.” someone shouts from the door before shutting it behind them.

Pietra looks at you with raised eyebrows as she lets out a deep breath, “Are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

-=+=-

Two wooden doors now stand before you, towering and all mighty. Intricate detailing along the panels now blockade you from your person.

It’s hard to believe that this is real. For so much of your life, it was a constant battle of fighting for love even when the other person didn’t deserve it. Time after time, you were left out in the cold, living off little light. Now, your heart is so full of this person that you can hardly call it your own anymore.

You stand and wait, feeling the palms of your hands grow sweaty from the nerves and elatedness you feel. As you take your final deep breaths before the doors open, you feel an arm intertwine with yours and you look up to see your father. He smiles at you and tries not to let any tears fall as it was your day.

You watch your fathers eyes and silently thank him for standing by you, giving his arm a little squeeze when the doors open and sounds of violins begin to drown out any whispers or creaks from wooden chairs. Everyone stands and watches as you begin to walk down the aisle, arm in arm with your father. Tears are shed and sniffles can already be heard. But none of that is heard by you as your wild boy comes into view.

Lando is standing at the altar, wearing a black suit, pink carnation pinned to the lapel. His hands are locked together in front of him as he tries not to fiddle too much. His heart is racing faster than the cars he drives. You can see him trying to take breaths, trying not to burst out crying yet but it’s no use. Some tears have already escaped his eyes as he’s filled with so much exhilaration.

You can’t help but let out a little laugh when you see the tears that have already fallen on both your faces, remembering the conversation you’d had the day before where you were so confident that neither of you were gonna cry. Safe to say you’re thankful no bets were placed for that.

Once you’d reached the stairs at the bottom of the altar, you turned to your father and kissed his cheek, whispering a thank you and handing him your bouquet of flowers before you walked up the steps to meet your soon to be husband.

The violins died down and your officiant, Oscar Piastri, quietly cleared his throat before beginning. Lando was already reaching for your hands before Oscar could even get a word in, making a few members of the audience giggle from watching Lando’s eagerness.

As everyone quickly takes their seat, Lando leans into you and whispers “I won’t lie. I’m so anxious right now I feel like I might puke or shit or maybe both.” to which you let out a laugh.

“Same.” was all you could get it between laughs.

Once everyone has taken their seat, Oscar begins “Good afternoon, family, friends, and loved ones. We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Y/N and Lando in marriage. Love is a journey, and today marks the beginning of a new chapter in their lives. When Lando had first met Y/N, you could just see it in his eyes, that she was the one. He loved talking about her and talking to her. The amount of times I would have to bring him back to earth during shoots was insane. He truly loves her and he does everything to show her and everyone that she’s his person. Though the two have had their ups and downs, they still held strong and came back better than before. Marriage is a bond built on love, trust, and commitment. Y/N and Lando, do you come here freely and with full hearts to join in marriage?”

With a soft squeeze on your hand, Lando says “I do.” smiling with his eyes wrinkling in the corners.

“I do” you reply softly, already feeling your throat attempt to betray you and make you cry tears of joy.

“I was told that the bride and groom would like to share a few vows so we’ll go ahead and begin those.”

Oscar takes a step back as Lando lets go of your hands for a moment, reaching for the inside pocket of his suit and pulling out a small journal. Once he’s opened it up, Lando grabs one of your hands in his again and begins to read “Y/N, I don’t even know where to begin. I guess, firstly, I wanna say thank you. Thank you for so many things. Thank you for loving me, for staying by me, for forgiving me for all the stupid shit I’ve done. Ehm, all those years ago I said some stupid things instead of ‘I love you’ . And I guess that was cause I was scared of what I was falling into but… now, being with you and talking to you and stuff, it makes it all seem so much easier than what I imagined it to be. Like, no matter what happens, I know that being able to be by your side will make it so much easier. When we met, I knew that you held so much in yourself. Like, I knew from one moment with you, that you loved with your whole self, you worked hard for anything you wanted, and you did anything for others. You’re the sort of person who puts others before yourself and I find that admirable. And I know that after everything, you still often have fears so I just wanted to remind you that no matter what, I still love you most. We argue, I still love you most. You are mad, I still love you most. You are upset with me, I still love you most. I’m mad, I still love you most. You are having a hard time, I still love you most. You are overwhelmed, I still love you most. You are feeling empty, I still love you most. I still love you most, for my love for you is unconditional… like the Katy Perry song. I wouldn’t trade my love for you for anything in the world, not even a WDC. And lastly, no matter how much I say I love you, I always love you more than that.”

Both you and Lando have tears spilling down your faces now. He tucks his journal back into his pocket as you gently wipe away a few tears from his face. The warmth and comfort of your hand makes Lando lean into them slightly before you have to pull back and read your vows from your own little journal. You shake one of your hands to try and dry away the clamminess of them. You reach for one of Lando’s hands again and speak, “Lando, fuck. Where do I even start? When we first met, I wasn’t looking for anything. We had just found each other and after some time, I fell in love with you. It was like you just came out of the blue. Since that day, I’ve thanked the universe everyday for pushing us into each other's way. We got lost a few times along the way but we always found eachother again. A lot of people may call it fate but I think you just masterminded me. Either way, I’m happy this love came back to me. And you always gave me a choice. You always made sure to remind me that it was okay if I didn’t choose us. You understood why I wouldn’t choose you and you knew you would have to be okay with that and that you would have to let me go. Today, as I stand here before you and the people who love and care for us, I can say that I don’t know much about certainty, but what I do know is that I choose you. And I’ll choose you over and over. Without a pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I’ll keep choosing you.” you finish.

Throughout your vows, it was difficult for you to continue. Tears were constantly flowing and the lump in your throat made it hard not to break every few words. Lando was profusely wiping tears off his face but at some point, he realized there was no use so he just let them stay.

Oscar steps forward again with a red nose and somewhat puffy eyes from crying, “May we get the rings please.”

Once both you and Lando are holding each other's rings, Oscar continues officiating, “These rings are a symbol of love and promises you share. As you place them on each other’s hands, let them remind you of your vows and the unbreakable bond you share now. Please place the ring on the other finger and repeat after me ‘With this ring, I thee wed.”

Lando, almost dropping the ring due to his hands being sweaty and shaky, placed the ring on your finger and stated “With this ring, I thee wed.”

You follow after him, placing the ring on his finger and stating “With this ring, I thee wed.”

“By the power vested in me by a sketchy website on the internet that Lando sent me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss!”

Before the crowd could even erupt with cheers and applause, you were in Lando’s arms with his lips attaching to yours. You grabbed the side of his face with a hand while the other wrapped around his shoulders and you held on tightly, not wanting to let go for even a second. All that pain and heartbreak has led to this moment, and it was all worth it. It wasn’t easy but the two of you managed to make a not so great thing into something so beautiful, no one could believe it.

-=+=-

The reception was filled with laughs, tears of happiness, and so much love. It was now time for some speeches and your dad was first up. You took a sip of your drink and felt Landos hand reach for yours and rest on your lap. You put your drink down and held his hand between yours as you watched your dad stand and speak into the microphone, “Hello, everyone. To those who don’t know me, I am Y/N’s father. I wanna start off by congratulating the happy couple. I hope the two of you really take in and appreciate this next part of your love. It’s a really beautiful thing to share with the person you love the most. Lando, I won’t lie, I wasn’t always your biggest fan. But then again, it’s hard to impress this old guy. You went ahead and did the impossible, however. You made my little girl happy. You made her feel safe enough to wanna get married. For the longest time, she always said she’d never want to get married. Said it was a waste of time and money for it only to end in divorce. To give her credit, she made a presentation about it and added statistics so I can see why she thought that way. Anyways, when you asked me for her hand in marriage, I remember saying that I was just so pleased. I was so pleased that you had found each other because you just got each other. You really do. And I see you in those quiet moments when the two of you are around and you’re just cuddled up on the sofa. The two of you just laughing and talking and the way Lando looks at Y/N and I just look at you and know that you two are just so in love. I know that through everything that’s happened, neither of you stopped loving each other. As a final thought, I would like to thank you, Lando. Thank you for loving her as much as I do and thank you for always looking after her. Sweetheart, if he ever pushes your buttons, I’ll gladly make him clean all the stables at the farm.”

Through tears and blurry vision, you laugh at the ending of your father’s speech. As he walks towards you, you stand to give him a hug and let him know how grateful you are for him and to let him know how much you love him. After a moment, the rest of the speeches began. More tears were shed and laughs were shared.

As the final speech was wrapping up, you turned to your side and looked at him. The person you were gonna spend the rest of forever with. Lando feels you staring and turns to you, “You’re staring.” he jokes.

“Yeah. Staring at my beautiful husband. Thank you for loving me.” you softly say.

“Nah. I should be the one thanking you. You’re the one who is letting me love you. And now I get to flex my hot and beautiful wife everywhere I go.” he says while wiggling his ring finger that is now happily bound by a simple gold band.

This is it. The start of forever. Now that you really have him, you never wanna know what life is like without him. You spent too much time apart and second guessing yourselves. It’s time to just let go of whatever may have happened when you were kids and just fall in love with life together. This love that was fated or willed will continue to grow and prosper as time goes by. You will love each other intentionally and love with every bit of conscience you were born with.

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vivwritesfics · 22 days ago

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Clingy

"I love when you climb into my lap because you’ve missed me."

Warnings: suggestive

She's so clingy.

Her heartbeat quickened. They couldn’t be talking about her, could they? Clubby, she wasn't clingy. Enthusiastic about her boyfriend, but not clingy.

How do you put up with her?

It wasn’t putting up with her, not when he loved her as much as he did. Who was she kidding? Carlos was obsessed with her. If they were in the same room, he couldn’t go five minutes without kissing her. It wasn’t putting up when he loved her that much, was it?

But then Carlos chuckled. “It's not easy,” he said through his chuckles, essentially agreeing with them.

Her heart shattered in two then and there. It was just him and a couple of engineers, unaware she was even there.

She backed away, retreated to his driver's room. There was no way she could leave, not when he was her ride to the track, not when she was sharing a room with him, not when she was flying home with him after the race tomorrow.

God, this was going to be a sucky race weekend.

Legs tucked beneath her, she held a pillow against her chest and cried. Fuck, what was this feeling? Physical pain in her chest that left her unable to breathe.

Clingy.

CLINGY.

The word echoed around in her head. The pillow she was squeezing against her chest wasn't doing much to help.Clingy. She wasn’t clingy, was she? Did loving your boyfriend make you clingy?

The drivers room wasn’t sound proof, she could hear when the cars went on track. Qualifying, where she would normally be supporting her boyfriend, cheering him on as he moved from session to session.

But she couldn’t bring herself to leave his driver's room. Not with the tear stains on her cheeks or her red eyes.

She kept an eye on the time. Just before the end of qualifying, she left Carlos’s driver room. Disappeared, going somewhere else in the paddock to get away from Carlos. She couldn’t face him, not in that moment.

***

The drive away from the track was silent. She sat in the passenger seat, leaning against the door as she watched the world go by. Unable to speak to him, unable to congratulate him on his good qualifying or bring up her grievances.

When they climbed into bed that night, she laid on her side, right against the edge of the bed.

“You’ve been quiet tonight, mi reina,” he mumbled and shuffled closer to her. He threw his arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

She made a noise, unwilling to give a verbal response. Carlos kissed her shoulder and rolled over, blissfully unaware that anything was wrong.

When he let go of her, she moved back towards the edge of the bed. Clingy. If he didn’t want her to be clingy, she wouldn’t be.

It was the same deal the next morning. Carlos went to kiss her once they were both awake, but she moved her head, stopping him. Carlos furrowed his brow at her. “Amor?” He asked as he looked at her. “What’s wrong?”

Her response was to stand up and walk into the bathroom.

Carlos watched her as she went. His eyes followed her until she shut the bathroom door, blocking herself from his view. On a normal morning, he would have joined her. What the fuck was going on?

Maybe it was a little bit childish, the way she was going about it. Refusing to talk to him, unwilling to communicate just how she was feeling. But she couldn’t talk to him, didn’t want to talk to him.

When she stepped out of the shower, when she stepped out of the bathroom (towel wrapped around her body, which didn’t seem fair to Carlos when she was mad at him), he cornered her. “Carlos,” she said, warning in her voice. “Get out of the way.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“No.”

He folded his arms over his chest as he stared at her. “You’re upset with me,,” he said and her expression hardened. “Tell me why.”

“No,” she said again.

“Tell me.”

“No!”

“Baby!” He never gave her an English nickname, kept it Spanish. That was the way she liked it, him speaking to her in his native tongue. Never ‘baby’, never ‘darling’, never ‘my love’. Always in Spanish. “Talk to me. I can’t race like this. I can’t race when you’re mad with me. Tell me what I did.”

Carlos reached out and took her hand. He held it against his bare chest, let her feel the erratic beat of his heart beneath her fingertips.

Shit.

Swallowing, she raised her chin. “Clingy,” she said, repeating what she had heard the day before. “I’m clingy and you don’t know how to put up with me because it’s not easy.”

At first, Carlos was frowning. Genuine confusion was written on his face as he stared at her. That wasn’t how it had happened. “It’s not easy, but I wouldn’t change it for the world,” he said, repeating what he’d said to his engineers the day before. “Because I love you so, mi reina. I love how clingy you are. I love when you climb into my lap because you’ve missed me. I love when you wake me up by kissing me. I love how clingy you are.”

The steely expression fell from her face. “Oh,” she mumbled, slowly dropping her hand from his chest. “I didn’t hear that bit.”

“Even so,” Carlos said. “I shouldn’t have said any of it. I should have made it clear I love the way you love me.” He held her cheeks, brushed his thumbs over her cheekbones. “I want to shout it from the rooftops.”

When he leaned in this time, she didn’t protest. She didn’t turn him away, didn’t push him away. He held her towel closed as he pulled her closer. “I love you,” he said, lips still against hers. “And I don’t want you to forget it.”

Parting her towel, Carlos dropped to his knees in front of her. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not going to let you forget it.”

Double Carlos post!! I have a part 2 in mind for book Boyfriend btw

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no-144444 · 5 days ago

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simple, easy life- m.verstappen

summary: an accident happens and max's life changes for the worst

pairing: max verstappen x fem! reader

warnings: main character death, death, car crashes

a/n: YUKI TO RB???? I MEAN SLAY FOR HIM BUT ALSO THE RB IS SHIT, AND POOR LIAM, AND I HATE REDBULL! (not u isack, yuki, max, or liam, but fuck u helmut marko u twat)

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Realistically, cars were Max’s first love. You weren’t disillusioned to the fact that Max was a car guy in every sense of the word, and constantly made jokes that he loved his cars more than you.

He’d never drive a car again if it meant you never got hurt like this.

He had been sitting at dinner, the most regular experience, the night before the China GP, and your best mate, Hailee, called him sobbing crying.

“Max, it’s Y/n, I have no idea what’s happened, but it’s bad. She’s in emergency surgery or something, they didn’t tell me. I just- GET HERE, alright Max. Get here.”

And she hung up as his world stopped. His entire world shattered because you were hurt, you were thousands of miles away, and he had a race tomorrow.

“Are you alright mate?” GP leaned over and questioned, his voice low.

“I have to go back to Monaco,” he announced, getting up from his chair and tucking his jacket under his arm, beginning the walk out of the restaurant.

GP fumbled to follow after him, and the voices of Helmut, Jos, and Christian calling Max back echoed through the restaurant. “Mate, what’s going on?!” GP shouted after him as they reached the streets of Shanghai.

“It’s personal,” he answered. “Get Yuki to fill my seat. Have Pepe fill his. Done.”

“Max, Christian isn’t going to take ‘it’s personal’ as a response, that’s going on?” GP grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back. “What’s happened?”

“Y/n’s hurt,” he admitted, looking down. “And she needs me.”

His face fell, his jaw dropping. “My god, is she alright?”

Max shrugged, emotion catching in his throat. “I don’t know.”

He'd never seen Max like that. He’d never seen him almost cry over a girl. He’d never seen him sacrifice championship points for someone, for anyone.

“What’s going on Max?” Jos demanded, stepping out beside the two men. He placed a hand on the back of his neck, and Max tensed up.

“I have to go back to Monaco,” he answered, his voice steady. “It’s important.” “Nothing’s more important than racing-”

“Y/n is,” Max interjected. “And she’s lying in a fucking hospital bed on the other side of the world, so yes, she’s more fucking important!” he argued, slapping his father’s hand away. “We have reserve drivers for a fucking reason. Use them.”

And he walked away. Away to the airport where his jet was being stored, and he flew straight back home, catastrophizing the entire way. What if you were injured badly? What had happened? Had it been a drunk driver? Would you have serious disabilities? Would you have to take time off work? Which car were you driving, was it his? And the worst thought of all popped into his head; What if you were dead?

He pushed it back as far as he could, but still, it stayed. Lingering like the smell of your goddamn perfume on his jacket.

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All he could smell was antiseptic and a little bit of dread. It had been an exhausting 14 hour flight, one he couldn’t rest on. Max prided himself on being able to sleep through anything, and anywhere. That was not the case when it came to you.

“And how do you know the patient?” the nurse asked, pulling him out of his spiral once more.

“I’m her fiancé,” he answered, eyes glassy and heavy.

“She’s just down the hall in room 8. Be aware, it may be a bit of a jarring sight, she’s hooked up to a few machines, and she’s in an induced coma,” the nurse tried to put it as softly as she could, but no one could make that sound good, not even Bruce Buffer. “Do you want someone to accompany you? I can come in, just for moral support?” she offered, seeing the way Max’s body language changed at her words.

He chuckled sadly. “You’re very kind, but no. Thank you.”

She nodded and he walked on. He needed to do this on his own, mostly because he didn’t really know what he was walking into. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but he knew he was going to stand by you forever, if that’s how long this took. Though he hoped it wouldn’t. He hoped you’d pull through, get strong again, do all the things you wanted with your life.

Be there with him while you both grew old, have you care for him even when no one remembered his name.

Be in love. Get married. Have that small family you always wished for.

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You died at 1.33am. The universe was taunting him, clearly. He held your hand. He didn’t call the nurse. He just sat there for a few moments, trying to imagine a future without you. He fucking couldn’t. His whole life was centred around you, around you being in it. After F1 he would just stay in Monaco with you, spend his days watching his kids grow up. He would walk them to school in the mornings and bring you back a coffee from your favourite shop, maybe a cinnamon roll on a Friday, or everyday. Depends on what you’d let him do. He’d come in, coffees in hand, and bring yours to you in bed, or maybe in your office. Maybe you’d kiss him. Maybe you’d smile one of those perfect smiles of yours. Maybe it wouldn’t matter, because you both knew you had another chance the next day.

And all of that was gone. You were gone.

So what was meant to happen now?

He didn’t know. He didn’t want to know.

But he had to. He ran through all the motions, he signed the paperwork, and he picked out the casket.

But he should’ve been picking up the kids from school, holding your hand and kissing you, even if it embarrassed them.

It should’ve been a simple, easy life.

But it wasn’t.

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Loved You First (Oliver Bearman x Reader)

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Falling in love with your best friend is a tale as old as time and Ollie found himself in the middle of it. He had loved her since they were in primary, since they sat next to each other in class. The only person Y/N would share her things with and Ollie thought he was special. He would always carry an extra piece of candy for her, growing up.

Y/N was the one cheering the loudest for him, giving him the motivation. He knew he was unbelievably in love with Y/N when he saw her introduce Issac Hadjar, his competitor, as her boyfriend and he felt his world shatter. He could feel a deep ache begin in his chest and it would only get worse as time went on. He had always known that he felt different about her, but he wasn't sure if that was love. But now, he knew and it was the worst possible timing.

Ollie had hoped that they would eventually break up and he could make her fall in love with him. But as time went on, things didn't seem to cool down. They were the hottest couple in the F2 paddock and soon F1 paddock.

Ollie didn't consider himself to be a drinker and he despised the fact that people drowned their feelings in alcohol. But here he was, drinking god knows which bottle as Kimi tried to get the bottle away from him. "It's bad for you" he reasoned. "What's bad for me is the feelings I have for her" Ollie cried. "Mate, you need better ways of coping" Kimi sighed as he succeeded in taking the bottle away. "Let's get you home" Kimi spoke while putting the bottle away. But when he turned, Ollie was gone. Kimi wondered how far a drunk man can go and that question was answered about half an hour later when he got a call from Y/N. "Hey, Andrea" she spoke. "Don't worry Ollie's at my place. He came here drunk and crashed." she continued. "Thank god. I was worried I lost him" Kimi spoke. "Guessed since Ollie said something about Kimi being worried" she said. "If he's okay than I'll hang up" Kimi said. "Bye" Y/N greeted him and than cut the call.

Oliver had shown up about 10 minutes ago crying. Y/N still had no clue what this was about but he kept singing Loved You First by One Direction as she tried to pry his hands off her, while failing colossally. She resigned herself to the uncomfortable position with this 6 feet something man around her waist. "Don't leave" he blubbered as Y/N patted his back, trying to sooth him, from what, she is yet to find out.

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baby blue || cs55

☆ summary: carlos sainz is married to famous pop star y/n who has been connected to the f1 world for years having been a mercedes ambassador and good friends with lewis hamilton. after a video of y/n and lewis surfaces, y/n shares some big news with the spanish driver.

☆ pairing: carlos sainz x famous!wife!reader x lewis hamilton

☆ fc & warnings: rihanna! a little angsty, mentions of pregnancy, translated spanish

☆ requested: yes! thanks for this idea and for your patience. had to add in some written parts to this to tell the story! hope you enjoy xxoo

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user1: pink is your color

dualipa: real! miss u my sweet gorgeous girl

user33: you just gonna post like we didnt see the video from the paddock

user18: no for realllll like girl be soooo for real

user1: nah nah nah you guys need to but out you know nothing!! they're just friends. we dont need to scrutinize everything they do

tatemcrae: my icon fr

user2: ynlewis supremacy

user8: seems like shes a ynlewis truther herself bsed on that video

user3: lewishamilton come get your girl

user4: more like carlossainz55 come get your girl yikes

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staring down at your phone you watched as the video played over and over each replay making your stomach twist a little more. you cursed yourself for not remembering where you were before having your very public breakdown in front of lewis at ferrari hospitality. what was supposed to be a quick visit to tell lewis (one of your closest friends) that red suited him and say a quick hello to alexandra had spiraled into something entirely different. one moment you were complimenting him and the next you were sobbing in his arms. of course, the media caught every second of it and in true fashion they plastered the video everywhere. the rumors started flying almost immediately with the world convinced you and lewis were more than just friends as they have been for years.

but here's how the conversation really went:

"hi lewis!! god that red is doing wonders for you right now," you smiled as you took in the sight of your best friend decked out in ferrari gear.

"thanks, y/n/n. i think so too," he grinned - his confidence and happiness clear.

"you ready to hop in that car and show everyone you’ve still got it grandpa?"

"absolutely. you know better than anyone how much i want to make this work." his voice was full of sincerity and something about the way he said it made your chest tighten and tears started welling up in your eyes.

"oh no, don't cry on me now…" he said his hand gently brushing at your cheek.

you laughed but it was shaky as the tears fully spilled down your face. "sorry, sorry… i just - i'm so excited for you, and i miss danny and checo," you rambled suddenly feeling overwhelmed. he gave you a confused look not exactly sure where all of this was coming form.

"something tells me there's more to this, y/n/n," he said his tone shifting as he took a step closer.

without thinking, you blurted it out. "i’m pregnant."

lewis froze for a split second before pulling you into a tight hug, letting you cry into his shoulder. the kind of cry that left you feeling both raw and relieved at the same time.

"hey, hey— the cameras are loving this," alexandra’s voice suddenly broke through and she frantically pushed both of you toward the ferrari hospitality area her tone full of urgency.

as she led the way you couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything.... the unexpected turn your life had taken and the way the world was watching every moment unfold and it was too late to take it all back now.

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user1: wow a rare carlos sighting on a story.. awk timing after that vid....

carlossainz55: wow posting me? surprised its not lewis.

ynuser: carlos don't start please. you know its not like that

carlossainz55: then why was it lewis holding you while you were crying and not me? and why won’t you even tell me what happened?

ynuser: i did tell you. it’s just been so overwhelming lately especially with the pressure from my label to release new music. on top of that i haven’t been feeling great which makes everything harder. you literally held my hair while i threw up all night. come on carlos please.

carlossainz55: mi amor you know I’ve had a hard time with your relationship with lewis. and now that he’s taken my seat… it just gets harder to see him in ferrari red while comforting my wife. it’s hard not to feel jealous!

ynuser: i’m really sorry carlos. i can’t even imagine how that feels. focus on your last practice session and get the data you need. we can talk properly when you’re back at the hotel ok?

carlossainz55: fine but you’ll explain everything word for word right?

ynuser: of course. now go -- i see on tv that the power’s back on

carlossainz55: yeah yeah ill go. i love you -- even when im upset

ynuser: i love you too. always

user33: damage control?

alexandrasaintmleux: love you pretty girl. please let me know if you need anything both charlie and i are here for you too

ynuser: i love you more alex 🤍 thank you for always supporting me. oh and for noticing the cameras before they got too much

alexandrasaintmleux: thats what friends are for. please please please keep me updated

user10: i just know everyone's tearing u up in these replies so im here to say i love and support you bb

lewishamilton: did you tell him yet?

ynuser: considering you’re both at the same testing... no I haven’t

lewishamilton: oh don't give me that. you could have told him last night!!

ynuser: yeah well i was scared!!

lewishamilton: sweetheart, the faster you rip off the bandaid the faster he (and everyone else) stops getting the complete wrong idea

ynuser: i know i know i know!!!!!! easier said than done here lewis.

lewishamilton: he tried to approach me this morning and i was able to avoid it but if he comes to me and starts asking what is up... i'm not going to lie

ynuser: alright message received. him and i agreed to talk everything out tonight.

lewishamilton: good.

user11: idc abt this man release new music pls im begging its been ages

schecoperez: mi amiga what in the world is going on?

ynuser: too much honestly... i'll call you bc BOY do i have a lot to share and ALSO i miss you SO MUCH

schecoperez: will be impatiently waiting :)

user44: tbh idc abt f1.. id rather see pics of u. free my queen from this nonsense sport!!!!

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you flopped back onto the giant hotel bed letting out a big sigh. alex and lily had just left after giving you the pep talk of a lifetime and dropping off the cake. if it wasn't for them and all the effort they’d put into running around bahrain to find someone who could make you this cake, you probably would’ve chickened out of telling carlos altogether. it wasn’t something either of you had planned for yet. you’d only gotten married a few months ago and between carlos switching to a new team and the insane pressure your label had been piling on you, it felt like the wrong time to be having a baby. hence, your breakdown in the paddock with lewis. but like alex and lily said everything happens for a reason and maybe this was just the moment it was meant to happen, no matter how daunting it all felt.

you quickly sat up when you heard carlos fumbling with the door to the hotel room and immediately, tears started to well up. you tried to hold them back but they came rushing down as soon as carlos stepped through the door. his brow furrowed when he saw you crying on the bed.

"mi amor..." he sighed setting his things down on the couch and shrugging off his williams jacket. "what’s going on with you?" he asked gently kneeling in front of you and placing his hands on your bare knees.

you were fully sobbing now desperately wiping away the tears as he watched you in silence. "i just... i..." you tried to speak but the words got tangled up in your sobs making it harder to get them out.

"cariño take a deep breath," he said softly taking your hand in his and giving it a firm squeeze. you obeyed and took slow, deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down. which wasn’t easy these days with all the changes your body was going through. eventually you shook your head not being able to calm yourself enough and pointed toward the box on the table hoping he would understand. carlos’ eyes followed your finger and he stood up walking over to the table. "y/n, what is...?" he stopped mid-sentence struck silent as he stared down at the contents of the box—a small cake with 'we’re having a baby' written on it and a pregnancy test sitting next to it.

you kept focusing on your breathing summoning the courage to look at your husband who stood completely still. in the endless seconds it took for him to react - guilt, panic, and despair began to settle in. "i’m sorry, carlos, i know this is a horrible time. i should’ve told you earlier, we should’ve talked about this first, and i just—i’m sorry this—"

"stop, y/n," he interrupted, his voice thick with emotion. you couldn’t tell if the tears in his eyes were good or bad. but then in the blink of an eye, his face softened and his expression lightened up. "don’t apologize for this, my love." he picked up the test and glanced back at you. "this is real?"

"yes," you whispered.

he dropped the test moving swiftly toward you and pulling you into a tight embrace. "we’re going to have a baby chili," he mumbled into your neck holding you like he never wanted to let go. and with that all of your worries melted away.

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lando: what u posting close ups of food for

ynuser: you’ll find out when you’re older

lando: tf that supposed to mean

ynuser: means you can’t keep a secret to save your life

lando: a man accidentally includes a photo from a wedding in 1!!!! photo dump and he can’t ever come back from it

ynuser: exactly

lando: 🤨

lilymhe: THE CAKE HAS BEEN EATEN???

ynuser: it has!!!!!! and everything is ok

lilymhe: i’m so relieved

carlossainz55: the best cake i’ve ever had 🤍

ynuser: i'm really quite glad you think so

carlossainz55: of course gorgeous. i am so excited that we get to be parents

ynuser: i'm so happy that you're happy

carlossainz55: over the moon actually. i already called the florist and local bakery near casa de mi familia to get everything sorted for when we tell them in a couple weeks. i also sent you room service and some special deliveries so if you hear a loud knock on the door this morning, just know its from me

ynuser: carlos 😭😭😭😭

carlossainz55: i also may or may not have already slipped and told teto..........

ynuser: I THOUGHT WE WERE TELLING HIM AND GIGI AT DINNER ONCE YOU OFFICIALLY FINISHED TESTNG

carlosainz55: ....... i mean that was the plan originally but we were cycling this morning and he could tell something was up and well i couldnt lie!! i swore him to secrecy it is ok

ynuser: i'm making my lawyers send him an nda

carlossainz55: LOL

ynuser: i'm serious

carlossainz55: oh... well in that case… whatever makes you feel best my love!!!

alexandrasaintmleux: details mon ange

ynuser: he finally got back after testing and i completely broke down into tears bc of course i did—im a mess with these hormones. he immediately was worried ofc and was like “mi amor, what’s wrong?” but I couldn’t even stop crying long enough to explain. so i just pointed at the cake box instead and then be opened it, stared at it for what felt like an eternity… honestly, it was probably 8 million years and then HE started crying. which just made me cry even more. but honestly after we got everything out it felt like really good. he was beyond excited like already talking about the little one and brainstorming names and looking up where to buy baby clothes in spain and already planning how to tell his family and mine

alexandrasaintmleux: 🥹😭 see!! it was all ok!!! i’m so so so glad he was excited. i knew he would be!! he wanted so badly to be dad

lewishamilton: so?

ynuser: i told him

lewishamilton: thank god!! now i can assume uncle duties without getting my face bashed in

ynuser: you’re so dramatic

yourbff: i’m so happy for you guys 😭

ynuser: thank you sweetheart 😘

dualipa: assuming i’m missing context here

ynuser: i’ll face time you baby girl

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anasainzvdec: mi hermano i am so excited for you. i can't wait to be an auntie 🤍

carlossainz55: i love you ana! you will be the world's best aunt

user2: PINON!!!!!!

carlossainzoficial: ¡tal vez la mayor alegría que hayas podido compartir con nosotros! [perhaps the greatest joy you could have shared with us!]

carlossainz55: me alegro. no puedo esperar a que seas abuelo, papá. [i am glad. i can't wait for you to be a grandfather, dad]

carlossainzoficial: estoy muy orgulloso del hombre en el que te has convertido y de la vida que has construido con y/n. [i'm so proud of the man you have become and the life you have built with y/n]

carlossainz55: ¡no me hagas llorar papá! [don't make me cry dad]

user4: sharing joy??? with your family..... what does this mean?

lando: google translating this as we speak

lando: and what joy are you sharing and why are you not also sharing it with me?

carlossainz55: i will be on sunday muppet. you are coming to dinner at my house no?

lando: oh heck yeah ill be there

user18: what an interesting wording you have here mr.sainz - what are you talking about?

ynuser: petition to bring pinon with us everywhere

carlossainz55: jajaaj i don't know that she would like that

ynuser: 😭😭😭😭😭 fair ig. tho i think a baby and a puppy would be a perfect pair......

user55: the world is healing youre back with pinon

alexandrasaintmleux: EEEEEEK!!!!!! y/n filled me in on how it went. truly so excited for you. i can't wait for the big dinner party where you're telling all of us 🤍

carlossainz55: i am very much looking forward to this weekend. we'll see you soon mi amiga

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carlossainz55: spent the weekend celebrating the news with some of my favorite people. you are so loved already baby chili. you're mommy, daddy and loads of aunties and uncles can't wait to meet you so very soon 💙🌶️

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user55: crying my eyes out rn you have no idea

ynuser: thankful for you, our baby boy, and the amazing people we have supporting us 🤍

carlossainz55: even more thankful for you for giving me the greatest gift i could have ever asked for my beautiful wife

user85: may a love like this find me expeditiously

user1: well…. a baby wasn’t on my bingo card

lando: dibs on teaching baby chili how to drive

charlesleclerc: i already called dibs

georgerussell63: no i believe i did

carlossainz55: frankly, i dont trust any of you to teach him

charlesleclerc: WOW

user4: congratulations 😭 i'm seething with jealousy 😭

alex_albon: can't wait to be the favorite uncle

lilymhe: with me as the favorite aunt

alexandrasaintmleux: um hello? i'm going to be the favorite aunt

lando: FALSE I AM THE FAVORITE AUNT

ynuser: guys please lets not fight

user23: carlando having their own pic at the end is sending me. classic carlando behavior

user13: man this vroom vroom got my girl and now they’re having a baby? smh

lewishamilton: congratulations you two! overjoyed to see two of my favorite people becoming parents ❤️

carlossainz55: thank you 💙

user88: tea

user56: so many of the drivers being at their baby shower has me in genuine shambles im not ok this grid baby is going to be so loved

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a/n: phew this took me forever... hope you enjoy!! likes and reblogs appreciated as always ❤️‍🔥

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𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗣 𝗨𝗣

pairing: lando norris x fem!driver!reader

summary: you and lando have been dating for awhile, and although there’s been some speculation, it’s never been confirmed until there’s a slip up from your boyfriend

request: lando and driver!reader are secretly dating but fans have speculations because of many interactions on and off the grid. then they finally get caught during one of lando’s streams with max

warnings: swearing, pda, established relationships, mental health jokes | faceclaim is courtney crone

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f1 lando norris takes his first win at the miami grand prix with y/n y/l/n getting second and max verstappen taking third! 🤩

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user1 who’s crying?? i’m not crying

user2 LETS GO LANDO!!!!!!!!

yourusername never forgetting this one ❤️

↳ user3 babe what does this mean??

↳ user4 chill. it’s probably because she got second

user5 amazing podium 😭😭

user6 his hard work payed off

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yourusername great weekend for the team and me !!!! congratulations to lando on his first win and max for third! to the next one 🤘

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haasf1team that’s our girl 🥳🥳

user1 she’s too cute ☺️

user2 congratulations on p2!!

landonorris my eyes are so sore right now, i’m having a hard time typing this

↳ yourusername consequences of winning 🤷‍♀️ maybe let me by next time

↳ landonorris i’ll keep this thanks

user3 he clocked her with that one 💀

user4 now they’re flirting over instagram comments

↳ user5 they down bad ‼️

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f1gossip lando norris and y/n y/l/n seen dancing and cuddled together by multiple sources in a club in miami during the miami grand prix after party 👀

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user1 they are together. they have to be

user2 i’m not surprised

user3 THE WAY THEY’RE HOLDING HANDS 😭😭😭

user4 there’s a wall of evidence against them at this point ‼️

user5 they’re too cute 🥺🥺

user6 they both look so hot 🔥🔥

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yourusername made some friends on the plane ✈️👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

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user1 she’s going to see lando

user2 do you not get tired of travelling??

user3 this is a bonding moment only girls get 👯‍♀️👯‍♀️

↳ yourusername oh for sure. shes now invited to my future wedding 😌

user4 she’s going to monaco FOR SURE

user5 how’d you even get into that position 💀

↳ yourusername i don’t mess up when it comes to getting comfortable 🤨🤨

↳ user6 and who are you sleeping on??!

↳ yourusername my new friend. shout out liz‼️

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landonorris excited for the time off ☀️

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user1 excited for the time or excited for who you’re spending it with?

user2 he only smiles that big when the topic has something to do with y/n 🤨🤨

user3 whoever sent that text (y/n, we know it’s you) is so real for that

user4 they think they’re being secretive but they’re not 😭

user5 notice how y/n’s always the first to like 🧐

↳ user6 she’s refreshing his instagram every second

user7 i know that text is from y/n she’s that dramatic

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f1gossip y/n y/l/n seen in a store near lando norris’ apartment building in monaco yesterday. could she be visiting him?

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user1 she’s totally visiting him

user2 why do her fits always eat 😭😭😭

user3 she could just be visiting friends there. lots of the grid live there 🤷‍♀️

user4 praying they’re together 🙏🙏

user5 she’s so pretty and photogenic ❤️

yoursuername posted to their story! lando norris posted to their story!

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f1gossip lando norris accidentally revealed his relationship with y/n y/l/n earlier today during one of his streams where he thought he was muted. he later found out by max fewtrell and quickly ended the stream

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user1 are we really surprised?

user2 of course lando did that 💀💀

user3 how has this man not leaked his address by the amount of times he thought he was muted when he wasn’t

↳ user4 how does this man have a whole twitch platform yet act like he doesn’t know how to use it

user5 we were right ‼️

user6 y/n probably knew this was going to happen by how many times it’s happened before

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yourusername how did i know this was going to happen 🤨

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maxfewtrell warned you

↳ yourusername you did 😔

user1 they’re too cute

landonorris oops 😬

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user2 she’s already done with his bullshit

riabish babies 🥺🥺

↳ yourusername we need to have a girls night soon with @pietra.pilao !!!!!

↳ riabish yes!!

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yourusername 🙄😌😚

user1 this is so lando of him

user2 cuties

maxfewtrell about time mate

user3 we’re not surprised at all

riabish too cute ❤️

↳ yourusername love you ri 😚

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