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norrisainz33 · 23 hours ago

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friend of a friend || MV33

☆ summary: max meets his dream girl through his friends good friend, pato o’ward

☆ pairing: max verstappen x mexican!reader

☆ fc & warnings: gala montes & poorly translated spanish and slightly suggestive! you are responsible for the content you consume

☆ requested: yes!! thank you for requesting and apologies for the delay 🫶🏻

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maxverstappen1: enjoying some much needed sun and relaxation before we head to vegas 😴

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user1: max i’ll meow if you need another cat

user2: i’m sorry who in the heck is in the last slide

user4: is he soft launching rn??? at a time like this???

user6: so this is why he still looks happy despite rbr woes

user7: is that his girlfriend?!

user8: max please give us the tea

user9: f1gossip im begging you to figure out who this is

redbullracing: happy you’re getting some r&r max 🤍

ynuser: mi novio es tan bonito [my boyfriend is so pretty]

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user9: now hold up ….. who is this and why did max like

f1gossip: taking note of this interaction

user12: ugh she’s private so we can’t even snoop but she’s followed by pato and elba oward, carlos, rebecca, rbr and checo

user13: this is pato and elba’s childhood friend!!! she’s good friends with them

user12: everyone say thank you user13

user3: the shirtless photos?? the soft launch??? how am i supposed to be normal

charlesleclerc: 👀

user4: i’m gonna miss ur fine ass when i scroll

user5: sometimes you just gotta say damn and move on

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[staying here forever]

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yourbff: in monaco???? no gracias. you can’t leave me like that 😭

ynuser: yes monaco!! it is so beautiful 🥹

yourbff: you’re not just saying that because of a certain man?

ynuser: oh no i am saying that bc of a certain man 😮‍💨 he is a dream come true bestie

yourbff: ugh do elba and pato have any other hot millionaire friends they could set me up with???

ynuser: i’ll ask them im sure they do

yourbff: preferably one who’s name rhymes with pranko dolapinto

ynuser: HAHAHA mi amiga

carlossainz55: te gusta monaco? [you like monaco?]

ynuser: yes!! i love it. you, me, rebecca and max should grab dinner one night while im here!!

carlossainz55: i’d love that

maxverstappen1: you can always move 🤷🏻‍♂️

ynuser: maybe one day 🤔

elbaoward: my work here is done 🥹

ynuser: you are a magician. how’d you know we were perfect for each other?

elbaoward: bc i know my best friend 🤍

ynuser: te amo elba 🫶🏻

redbullracing: can’t wait to see you in vegas!

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patriciooward: gentle mornings with my hermanas

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user12: oh max is in the likes 👀

ynuser: why do you insist on picking the worst photos

patriciooward: it’s my brand

elbaoward: 💁🏻‍♀️

maxverstappen1: send me the last pic

patriciooward: done!

ynuser: PATO wtf

user12: user13 you were right

user1: oh to have gentle mornings with pato 😭

user3: i love that he calls y/n his sister too

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ynuser: la vida últimamente [life lately]

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yourbff: ugh the red hair suits you

ynuser: i agree 🥹

maxverstappen1: prettiest girl in the whole world

ynuser: mi amor 🥹 i love you 🤍

maxverstappen1: te amo

elbaoward: the spanish 😭🥹🩷

maxverstappen1: i’m working on it!

iamrebeccad: dinner last night was so fun. let’s do it again 🤍

ynuser: i’d love that!! see you in vegas darling

patriciooward: oh so you’ll post but not answer my texts

ynuser: yes exactly

friend1: hermosa chica [beautiful girl]

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user2: max emilian the man that you are

user4: screaming crying throwing up. i can’t believe he’s off the market

ynuser: my man my man my man 😍

maxverstappen1: that’s me baby

ynuser: thanks for inviting me to vegas with you

maxverstappen1: schjate you’re invited everywhere with me. i never want to be without you

ynuser: omg you big softie

charlesleclerc: oh she’s got you dressing up now too?

maxverstappen1: i want to look nice for my girl what can i say

charlesleclerc: oh he’s in love

maxverstappen1: 🤭 maybe

user5: i ! can’t believe you’re not wearing skinny jeans. the power she must have

schecoperez: i like this girl 😉

maxverstappen1: me too

user6: the emoji???????? max i’m speechless who are you

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yourbff: god you’re gorgeous. have so much fun at the race baby

ynuser: thank you bebe. vegas is amazing - i am having the best time

yourbff: living vicariously through you 🥹

maxverstappen1: you have no business looking this good especially when there’s nothing i can do about it 😫

ynuser: win me the race and you can have me as a prize later 😉

maxverstappen1: you got it baby

elbaoward: are you in red bull hospitality??? come to mclaren i want to see youuuuu

ynuser: yes i’m in red bull but will cross enemy lines for you gorgeous

patriciooward: hermana donde estas? [sister where are you?]

ynuser: omw patito

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f1gossip: in an interview earlier today max confirmed his relationship with, y/n y/l/n. y/n is childhood friends with elba and pato o’ward and it turns out that the siblings introduced max and y/n in miami earlier this season. the pair hit it off immediately according to max and “it was the closest thing to love at first sight he’d ever experienced.” she’s in attendance today at the grand prix! let us know if you get the chance to meet her and if there’s any further intel you get

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user1: ohhhhh max 🥹

user2: this interview melted my heart. he looked so genuinely happy to be talking about her

user7: i love seeing him happy

user3: i’m obsessed with them already. perhaps my new favorite wag

user4: love at first sight???? i’m not crying! you are!!

user6: the way max also talked about trying to learn spanish for her because she’s mexican and how he’s also trying to teach her some of his language too 🥹😭

user8: this is the sweetest thing. that is true love idc what any of yall say

user5: i hope a love like this finds me one day

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maxverstappen1: vegas you were a fun one - thanks for having me and y/n/n!

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user2: y/n/n 😭

user4: crying my eyes out

user6: yayyy maxie!!! glad to see you on the podium again

ynuser: te amo mucho vegas 🤍

maxverstappen1: and you te amo mucho me too right?

ynuser: omg yes maxie. i love you endlessly

user14: SIMP

user15: max asking for validation has done something to me.

charlesleclerc: great drive max!

patriciooward: take care of my girl ok?

maxverstappen1: you got it pato! no need to worry

redbullracing: our champion 💪🏻

user8: jealousy isn’t cute on me but here we are

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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arieslost · 8 months ago

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the other papaya | op81

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader (brief pato o’ward x fem!reader)

summary: something something the first five times you hear the name “oscar piastri” and the one time you say it

wc: 3,165

warnings: mention of covid lockdown, a wee bit o’ angst, drinking

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The first time you heard Oscar Piastri’s name, it was said in contempt.

You knew your boyfriend didn’t hate him, but you also knew that Pato could practically hear the phone ringing with the offer to drive for McLaren in F1 right up until he found out that the seat was going to someone else. To Oscar Piastri. The “kid,” as he so aptly referred to him.

“He’s only two years younger than you,” you admonished him one night, soon after the announcement was made public.

“Exactly. A kid.”

“I’m two years younger than you.” You said, and that made him wrinkle his nose.

“Point taken.”

You would describe your relationship with Pato O’Ward as puppy love. Things between the two of you escalated a little too quickly, as many things in 2020 did. You went from going on a whopping four dates by the end of 2019 to living together for the foreseeable future when everything went on lockdown. Your mother had voiced her concern about it, but if you didn’t live with him you didn’t really have anywhere else to go. Besides, you liked each other so much that it only made sense that you continued to build your relationship in the comfort of his spacious apartment. The two of you settled into a decent rhythm, and you took the time to learn more about motorsport. When he was finally able to hit the track again, you went to every race you could, decked out in papaya, cheering him on no matter what. And you continued to do so even though he lost his chance at driving in F1 to “the kid.”

The second time you heard Oscar Piastri’s name, it came from the man himself when you ran into him at the 2024 Australian Grand Prix.

It was the first time you felt rather hesitant about going to a race with your boyfriend. Pato was welcomed to the McLaren F1 team as a reserve driver, and that was how you found yourself feeling extremely out of place in the McLaren garage. You met Oscar’s girlfriend before you met him, and while she was kind enough to get you a pair of headphones and offer to sit with you during the race, the entire interaction had you feeling like you should’ve just stayed back at the hotel. All the other WAGs were dressed to the nines, looking effortlessly beautiful, and you were wearing ripped jeans and a jersey with Pato’s number on it, like you always did, even though he wasn’t racing. With Pato busy in a debrief, you were busy just trying to stay out of the way and not stick out like a sore thumb.

“Excuse me,” someone said, and you assumed you were in the way, so you apologized and started moving when the person grabbed your arm to stop you. “No, sorry, I just– hi. You’re Pato’s girlfriend, yeah?”

Your eyes widened when you recognized the man talking to you. “Um… yes, I am.”

“I’m Oscar. Piastri,” he said.

“Yeah, I know,” you nodded, accepting his handshake and telling him your name in return. “Are you here to tell me I need to leave?”

“What? No, of course not. Pato told me you were here, so I wanted to come say hi.”

“Oh.” You could feel your face starting to grow hot, because you really weren’t sure what to do in this situation.

Pato lost a chance at a seat to this guy, and you remembered his disappointment well. But you didn’t expect Oscar to come up to you in a million years.

“That’s really nice of you,” you continued, trying to smile without looking too awkward. “Congrats on getting the seat. You must be pretty talented.”

“Ah, thanks.” He looked at you for a moment, and you looked back. “Anyway, I just wanted to say hi.”

You giggled in spite of yourself. “You said that already.”

“Right, yeah. Well, it was nice to meet you,” he said, hesitantly tacking your name onto the end of his sentence. “Thanks for being here.”

“Nice to meet you too, Oscar. Good luck today.”

Two races later, Pato messaged him to congratulate him on his podium, and you mentioned wanting to thank and congratulate him yourself. You got Oscar’s number, and after his quick response, the conversation died out, just as you expected. You didn’t have anything else to say to him anyway, but soon after, you got a follow request from him on Instagram. You accepted without a second thought– just one papaya supporting another.

The third time you heard Oscar Piastri’s name, it was when a TikTok showed up on your feed talking about the “shocking split” between him and his girlfriend. You were reasonably surprised; his girlfriend was beautiful and kind, and from an outsider’s perspective they seemed quite happy with each other. The video went on to discuss speculation that his girlfriend was the one who had ended the relationship, and there were pictures of him looking visibly upset at the latest race. You closed the app, feeling like you were massively invading his privacy even though the first thing you saw upon opening Instagram was a statement on his story confirming the breakup. You couldn’t imagine what he was going through.

“Ah, so you saw, too,” Pato said, adjusting his workout clothes as he leaned over your shoulder.

“It’s terrible,” you sighed, shutting your phone off. “They seemed so happy together.”

“High school sweethearts, too. That makes it worse.”

You gave him a look. “You can feel bad for him, y’know.”

“I do!” Pato raised his hands with a laugh. “But if he wants to sit out of a race because of this, I won’t be upset.”

“You’re terrible, get out of here.” You shoved him playfully, and he left with a kiss on your forehead.

The last race weekend before summer break brought you a taste of the heartbreak Oscar went through only a couple months prior.

Pato had been in one of the older cars running some tests, and came home a little later than usual. He didn’t even answer your question of how his day was before he was sitting you down on the couch and looking anywhere but at your face.

“Pato, what’s going on? You’re kind of freaking me out,” you laughed nervously.

“I think we should break up.” He said, face stony.

You blinked. “What?”

“I’ve been thinking about it for a little while,” he began, “and I think it’s for the best.”

“How long is ‘a while’?” You asked, shifting away from him as you felt your heart begin to pound.

“Ever since I became a reserve driver.” He confessed, and you scoffed.

“Are you serious right now?”

“This is the closest I’ve ever been to a F1 seat.” He said, like that made breaking up logical.

“Yeah, I know. And you know how I know? Because I’ve been around for years.” You hissed, standing up and walking towards the bedroom. “But I guess that means nothing to you.”

“Don’t be like that,” Pato protested, following close behind. “This is my career. I don’t want to risk anything.”

“Right. Of course.” You nodded, moving about the room to collect as much of your stuff as you could with shaking hands.

The rest of the week went by in a blur. You packed up all your things and took the soonest flight to Australia to try and forget about the fact that Pato had just thrown away years of being together for a fleeting chance at driving a stupid race car.

The fourth time you hear Oscar Piastri’s name, it’s on the other end of the phone.

The two weeks following your breakup are uneventful and entirely consist of you, the warm Australian sun, and the spare bedroom in your aunt and uncle’s house. You haven’t deleted any of your IndyCar posts, nor have you posted any more. In fact, you haven’t posted anything since the last time you were in Australia, only a few months ago. Your Instagram has become stagnant; a reflection of your real life. You haven’t told many people about your breakup, so you’re surprised when your phone rings. Even more so when you see who it is.

“Hello?”

“Hey, it’s Oscar. Piastri,” he adds his last name like an afterthought, just like he did when he introduced himself in the garage.

“I know,” you say, pushing yourself into a sitting position on your bed. “Caller ID. Although you’re probably the last person I’d expect a call from.”

“Listen, are you not around anymore?” He asks, evidently not in the mood to beat around the bush. “I haven’t seen you, and you haven’t posted about IndyCar or anything.”

“Ah, um, yeah, no, I’m not.” You clear your throat uncomfortably. “Actually, Pato and I broke up. Well, he broke up with me. So, no reason for me to be around, I guess.”

“Oh,” Oscar says, his loud sigh crackling through the microphone. “I figured something was wrong. Shit, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah. I’m uh… I’m sorry too. Seemed like you had a good thing going.”

“Thanks. Seemed that way for you, too,” he mumbles. “So… I guess things have really been sucking for both of us lately.”

“Pretty much.” You laugh.

“This is a terrible idea,” he begins after a moment of silence, “but are you in Australia right now?”

You debate lying to him, because it is a terrible idea, and you have a feeling you know what he’s going to say next. You don’t care. “I am.”

“Alright, well, it’s summer break for F1 right now, and to be honest you’re the only person I know that understands what I’ve been going through.”

“Are you asking me to be your wallowing buddy?” You ask.

“Something like that. My plan was pretty much along the lines of drowning our sorrows in alcohol.” You can hear the smile in his voice, and for some reason that does you in.

The fifth time you hear Oscar Piastri’s name, it’s through a cheap karaoke microphone.

You’ve lost count of how many days you’ve spent with him, and you feel like you’re still a little drunk from the night before when he breaks open a bottle of champagne.

“What is this, a celebration?” You ask, stretching your arms and legs out so you look like a starfish where you lay on the living room floor.

“It’s whatever the fuck we want it to be.” He takes two glasses and pours the champagne out.

You giggle at him while he dramatically sets them both down on the coffee table at your side. “You definitely pregamed before you got here.”

“I did not,” he protests, but you shake your head.

“No, no, you say curse words like that when you’re drunk.”

“Like what?”

“Like, ‘oh my God, this champagne is so fucking good.’” You mock him after taking a sip, and he starts laughing too.

“Fine, you caught me.” He throws his hands up. “I pregamed. But, I walked here, so who cares?”

You’re glad that your aunt and uncle are out for the night, because a few hours and countless glasses of champagne later find the both of you in the attic, discovering a karaoke microphone without a machine to match.

“Screw the machine, we don’t need the shitty machine,” Oscar rolls his eyes, watching you put batteries into the microphone. “We’ll just find something on YouTube. Does it work?”

You flip the switch and hold it up to your mouth. “HELLO? It works.”

You regret putting fresh batteries into it as soon as Oscar gets up to sing. You think that he might not be half bad if he’s sober, but drunk, his singing is absolutely insufferable. You would care if you weren’t equally as drunk as him. He pulls up a karaoke video of Last Friday Night by Katy Perry, only after getting you to swear on the lives of your entire family that you won’t tell anyone what you see or hear. You consider secretly recording him, but the second he starts, you’re practically folded in half from laughing so hard at his antics and the fleeting idea is gone.

He’s so dramatic with every lyric, like he’s trying to act all the words out while he’s singing about a stranger in his bed and pink flamingos in his (nonexistent) pool. When he gets to the part of the chorus talking about taking too many shots, he gestures for you to hand him the champagne bottle. You hand it over immediately and watch as he stops singing entirely to take a long drink straight from the bottle, ignoring how attractive he looks the whole while. You actually think that you’d really like to kiss him. You’re drunk, and you’re heartbroken. You just want to laugh and forget about it all. So when he chokes on the champagne for a moment and flounders to find where he’s supposed to be in the song, you do just that.

The song ends both too soon and not soon enough, and you give him a round of applause, chanting, “Encore!” a few times as he takes a bow.

“I’m Oscar Piastri,” he yells, “and I fucking hate relationships!”

You cheer loudly. “Speak on it!”

“Except I have a problem,” he says, all of a sudden dejected as he flops onto the couch beside you, still speaking into the mic. “I have a biiiig, huuuuge problem.”

“Tell the all-knowing, and she shall answer,” you turn onto your side to face him and reach out to… you don’t remember what you wanted to do. Maybe touch his cheek. Or his nose. Or his lips.

Your hand ends up resting on the top of his head, fingers tangled in the soft strands of his hair.

“I think I might really like you,” he whispers, his words muffled by his lips smushing against the top of the mic. “Which is not good. I mean, it’s good, like, I think you’re amazing, but it’s not good, because I broke up and then you broke up, so we both broke up, but not with each other, with other people, and–”

You cut him off by taking the mic from him with your free hand and switching it off.

“Sorry.” He says, blinking at you slowly. “Do we have to talk about this?”

“We do,” you begin, petting his head. “Eventually. But not now. I am way too drunk to talk about this.”

This makes him start giggling, so you start giggling, and then you’re both cackling and clutching your stomachs.

You want to laugh, and forget about it, and you want to do it every single day with Oscar.

The first time you say the name Oscar Piastri, it’s while you’re laying in a hospital bed.

You’ve always been notorious for getting easily bruised, but breaking a bone is a first. Especially when it happens in the public eye.

You were only trying to make a cute, aesthetic TikTok showcasing your first race weekend as Oscar’s official girlfriend when you tripped and fractured your ankle in front of half the McLaren team. Not to mention the throng of fans mere feet away.

The two of you didn’t start dating until half a year after his drunken confession, and when you first started going out you had to be very discreet so fans didn’t expose the both of you before either of you were ready. Most of your dates ended up being at your aunt and uncle’s, which had become your home too once you got a job and started really getting yourself together after your breakup. He flew out to see you all the time, and as soon as he suggested that you come with him to the race of the season, you jumped on the opportunity. You didn’t think you’d ever go to a race again, but here you were. You were both happy, and you were both ready.

And now you’re fuming, mentally cursing yourself as you look down at your boot-covered ankle that has now effectively ruined your entire weekend.

Oscar comes rushing into the room, and you hold up a hand.

“Don’t tell me. Do not even tell me.” You shake your head. “Just tell me if it’s somewhat safe to go online or if I should just throw my phone out.”

“What?”

“I know people are talking about it. Oh, no.” Your eyes widen. “No, no. I’ve become a public embarrassment for you. I knew it. It only took me a few hours.” You cover your face with your hands. “Oh, my God… I am so sorry.”

“Again, what?” He asks, prying your hands away. “Baby, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, aside from that,” you gesture to the boot, glaring at it before your eyes shoot back up to him. “Wait a second, how did quali go? Did you do your media stuff already?”

“I’m starting P5. I came here right after, no media.” He rushes out, pulling up a chair so he can sit right next to you and hold your hand. “They’re letting you go, right?”

“Yeah, just have to do some paperwork and get a prescription– why didn’t you go to the media?”

“Because they told me you got hurt? And you needed to be hospitalized?” He says, like it’s obvious.

“Oz, you get fined for that!” You exclaim. “Oh, no, this is so bad! First I embarrass you– no, not just you, probably the entire team, and now you’re here and not there and you’re going to get in trouble… fuck, what if you get fired?!”

“Baby, baby,” Oscar laughs, grabbing both of your hands now. “I’ll get fined, but I’m not gonna get fired just because I skipped media one time. Zak was fine with it, if that makes you feel better.”

You’re still worried, and he can see it in your eyes.

“What’s got you so worked up about this?” He asks softly.

“I just… don’t want to be a risk towards your career.” You say, feeling ashamed that you can still hear Pato’s words from the day he broke up with you. Oscar knows immediately.

“Oh, honey,” he sighs, leaning in and kissing you on the lips, and then your nose. “None of this means anything if I don’t have you.”

You’re still taking it slow, but this is the closest either of you have come to saying “I love you” without saying it, so you pull your hands from his and cup his cheeks to pull him into another kiss.

“Oscar Piastri, you are my whole world.”

Ten minutes later, Lando comes bursting into the room with such aggression that he almost faceplants, and he makes so much noise that a nurse runs into the room looking highly concerned.

So, you laugh, and you forget about it, and you do it with Oscar at your side, where you know he’ll stay for the rest of your lives.

note: this was a bitch to write. also i was gonna make a layout for this but i really wanted to post it tonight so it is sans layout and was edited like a half hour before it’s scheduled to post. all that being said, i hope u enjoyed!!

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golden-moony · 7 months ago

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king of my heart | pt. 2

pairings: lando norris x fem!reader | pato o'ward x fem!reader

warnings: love triangle? kinda.

author's note: go get some popcorn cause we have some drama here🍿... and it's a long part, so enjoy!!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

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yourusername Miami GP over and out ✅🏁 No words could ever explain just how grateful I am for all of you and for the opportunity that I get to cover this amazing sport with such incredible people by my side. Thank you for everything Miami, I hope to see you again soon! 🌴💖

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user2 she's really living my dream 🥹

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user7 omg girl you're STUNNING

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user9 facts facts facts user10 she's not even a wag lol it's so obvious lando just keeps this nobody around for when he's bored and horny user11 user10 this "nobody" has done SO much in terms of women representation in motorsport, she's hardworking and a lovely woman. meanwhile, you're just a sad little person who's jealous of her because she's successful and close to your crush, who doesn't even know who you are. so get a life and stop embarrassing yourself. user12 user11 SAY IT LOUDER 👏 user13 user11 PREACH!!!

user14 i don't know if i wanna be her or be with her😩

user15 this is such a mood tbh

landonorris so proud of you, boo😍

yourusername 🥰🧡 user16 YNLANDO NATION WE WON user17 we love a supporting boyfriend 🤩 user18 i want what they have, your honor user19 is this considered a soft launch or what? user20 y'all are delulu😂 it's so obvious they're just friends user21 user20 girl being delulu is the solulu 🙌

user22 so when are we gonna talk about felix liking the post?

user23 i'm lost sorry, who's felix? user24 user23 he's pato's teammate in indycar and one of his besties user25 if felix liked then WHERE'S PATO user26 user25 doing more important things than being focused on this girl.

lilymhe such a pretty girl 💗

alex_albon should i be jealous? yourusername you should indeed. can u fight? user24 the friendship i didn't know i needed 🥹 user25 MY FAV WAGS INTERACTING YAY

user26 f1 is so lucky to have you!!!

user27 LOOOL why would they be lucky to have her?😂😂😂 she's nothing special user28 user27 and yet she's still rising 💅 user29 user27 then why are you even on her post? lol obsessed much?

user30 my role model ❤️‍🩹

📞 incoming call

[y/n; normal] [pato; cursive]

"...Hello? Did you butt-dialed me or something?"

"Uhm, hi. It's not a butt-dial. I-I actually just wanted to talk to you. Hear your voice, y'know. I've been kinda missing you."

"Oh really? And here I was thinking that your cold behavior toward me over the past three weeks meant that you didn't want anything to do with me. Silly me, I guess."

"I-I'm... [sighs]. That's what I wanted to talk to you about, actually. About the way I've been treating you. I'm sorry, y/n. I really am sorry. I know I've been a total jerk-"

"Yeah, you can put it that way."

"...I've been a total jerk and I regret it very much. You didn't deserve it at all. I just- I'm not trying to excuse my awful behavior but I just think I got- Uhm..."

"You got what?"

"Well... I saw Lando's instagram story when you went back to Monaco, as you've probably already figured it out. And I think- Well... I got jealous. And I know it probably sounds stupid now but at the time it felt like a punch in the face."

"Pato..."

"I know I didn't and still have absolutely no business to be jealous about you and Lando, cause you and I are not dating or anything and you don't owe me any kind of explanation about the type of relationship you have with him. But after the great time we spend together in Long Beach... I don't know, it just hurted seeing you with him. But that doesn't excuse anything and I just regret so much the way I've been treating you since then, it hasn't been fair to you at all."

"And it didn't cross your mind that we could have had this conversation way before now? I mean, you waited three weeks to finally talk to me like a decent human being, how-"

"I know and I'm so-"

"Let me finish."

"Sorry, go on."

"However, I do appreciate that you're finally acknowledging all of this and communicating with me like an actual adult. I know it's not always easy to do. And although I don't owe you any kind of explanation, I just want you to know that there's nothing going on between Lando and me."

"So you and him...?"

"We're friends and that's it. We care for each other but there's nothing going on."

"Oh... well, thanks for clarifying that for me."

"Yeah, yeah. You'll have to work harder for my forgiveness, anyway. I appreciate the call but it won't be that easy for you."

"Is that so?"

"You've heard me."

"In that case, what would you say if I invite you for a few days to come here to Punta Mita? Maybe that'll help me a little to earn your forgiveness."

"... I'm sorry, what!?"

"You've heard me."

"You're joking. You have to be joking."

"I'm not joking. You're still in Miami, right?"

"I am..."

"Great! My brother in law is in Miami too and he'll take the jet tomorrow morning. If you want to, you can join him and come here with him! We'd be thrilled to have you here too."

"Oh my God... Pato, I don't know what to say!"

"Say yes and you'd make this birthday boy the happiest man in the world. You'd even make my sister happy, I've been telling her a lot about you and now she's eager to meet you."

"I hope you've been telling her good things about me, then."

"Only the best. She's even on your side, y'know. Said I was being a giant cabrón and needed to make things right. She wasn't wrong tho."

"[giggles] Fine. I'll go, but I'm only doing this for your sister."

"I'll take that anyway! I'll let Brett know you'll join him and I'll send you the details, okay?"

"Okay!"

"Now go and pack your bags for tomorrow."

"Hey! Don't get bosy with me, mister!"

"[Laughs] Fine. Take care, I'll see you tomorrow."

"See you, birthday boy!"

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paddockgossips

liked by magui_corceiro and 84,091 others!

paddockgossips Among the alleged "breakup" between y/n and Lando, the McLaren driver was photographed last night having fun in a Monaco club in the company of Max Fewtrell and other friends. Some sources have said that Lando seemed very cozy with a blonde woman at the party, whom he later left with. However, we cannot verify this information in any way, so it remains a rumor.

user1 I HAVE A CHANCE AGAIN (i'm delulu)

user2 so this confirms ynlando is over?? 😭

user3 girl i'm devastated 😭😭😭 user4 i'm still in denial user5 well they were never together to begin with user6 user5 THIS!! people act like they were a couple when they NEVER confirmed anything 😂

user7 "blonde woman at the party" "it remains a rumor" and magui goes and like the post LOL

user8 she's so desperate for attention🙄 user9 who's magui??? user10 user9 she's kika's friend and she was dating football player João Félix not so long ago (in fact, i thought they were still together lol) user11 user10 and don't forget she's a cheater. user12 user9 she's trouble

user13 yn >>>>>>>> magui

user14 user13 no need to compare them

user15 sorry but single lando it's so hot 🥵

user16 SO TRUE user17 FACTS he looks so good omfg

user18 in his heartbreaker era 😎

user19 in his reputation era 😎 user20 in his idgaf era 😎

user21 i'm a child of divorce fr

user22 i know y'all love y/n for some reason but i'm SO glad lando finally got away from her.

user23 SAME. and if magui makes him happy then great for him user24 stfu i'm mourning here

user25 y/n this magui that but max was, is and will forever be lando's true wag💅

user26 the one and only indeed

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patriciooward

liked by landonorris, yourusername, brettkimbro, and 86,382 others!

patriciooward BDAY WKND DUMP 📸 thank y'all for all the love❤️‍🔥

user1 THE HARD LAUNCH IT'S HARD LAUNCHING

user2 OMG IT'S HAPPENING EVERYBODY STAY CAAAAALM

user3 he really said i'll give you what you want: thrist traps and y/n... and he's so real for that

user4 he really knows his audience user5 king behavior if u ask me user6 everybody say thank you Pato 🙏

user7 YNPATO NATION HOW ARE WE FEELING??

user8 I'M STILL SPEECHLESS user9 they're so perfect i wanna cry😭 user10 LOVE TO SEE🔥

user11 as a ynlando shipper i have to admit they're cute but ngl this still hurts 😩

user12 MOOD user13 ynlando will always be in our hearts 🥺 user14 ynlando >>>>>>>>>> ynpato user15 user13 girl grow up.

user16 THAT SHOULD BE ME

elbaoward where are my credits for the last pic? cuties🤍

user17 u literally gave us the cutest pic ever user18 elba thank you so much for your service🫡 user19 elba is ynpato's #1 fan and you can't tell me otherwise user20 elba is just like us fr user21 LOVE YOU ELBAAAAA 🩷

user22 MOM AND DAD

user23 can't believe how fast she moved on and got together with this dude lol lando really dodged a bullet with her

user24 how fast she moved on?? girl y/n and lando were never even together so stfu user25 ???? why are you even on pato's ig post? go away user26 user23 y/n is such an attention seeker and yet everyone loves her, i'll never understand it 🥱

user27 not to be that person but i would KILL to be that piñata😏

user28 MOOD

frosenqvist oh to be tanned, young and in love

patriciooward 😜 user29 IN LOVE??? FELIX BESTIE TELL US MORE user30 i don't know about y'all but this is all the confirmation i need about ynpato being real, bye user31 i think i can hear the wedding bells user32 user31 yesss and felix as pato's best man

user33 bestie don't be shy and drop more y/n pics 🫶

user34 i second the motion !!!

user35 NOT LANDO LIKING THE POST LOOOOL

user36 he is so unserious i love him user37 ICONIC BEHAVIOR TBH user38 yeah but i just know he's crying inside user39 user38 for what? lol lando knows he's so much better than this cheaper version of him. user40 user39 i'm so done with people like you who insult pato just because you cannot defend lando with good arguments.

yourusername magical weekend 💖

patriciooward with you there? always user41 STOP THEY'RE SO CUTE OMG user42 this is such an upgrade tbh user43 SO HAPPY FOR THEM 🥹 user44 what a bitch.

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paddockgossips

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paddockgossips NEW WAG ALERT? 🚨 Magui Corceiro, the Portuguese model and actress, attended the Monaco GP after being seen a few days ago having lunch with Lando. It has been rumored that they could be in a relationship, especially since Lando and y/n apparently went different ways, and Corceiro's presence in the paddock has not gone unnoticed by anyone. Still, neither Lando nor Magui have confirmed or denied these rumors.

user1 A TRIGGER WARNING WOULD BE NICE NEXT TIME

user2 um let's hope there isn't a next time user3 user2 let's pray girl, let's pray 🙏

user4 "neither lando nor magui have confirmed or denied these rumors" well that's bs cause she just liked the post

user5 istg she's trying so hard to get attention user6 lando was asked about magui and he said she was just a friend... and then she goes and does this lol what a clout chaser user7 and people used to say that y/n was after lando's fame and yet she NEVER did anything like this user8 she's such a pick me girl

user9 everything i know of this girl has been against my will istg

user10 SAME

user11 oh good luck lando

user12 oh be prepared for the y/n fans and little girls that'll come attack magui when she hasn't even done anything wrong

user13 literally they're just mad at magui cause she's dating their fav driver loool user14 they're only jealous cause magui is a gorgeous woman user15 user14 she's gorgeous but she's still a snake

user16 i'd ask why lando would be with someone like her, but then i remember he's an adult and if he wants someone like her by his side then that's up to him. let's not treat him like a baby please

user17 say👏 it👏 louder👏

user18 weeeeell if this is the kind of people lando likes to have around then i guess y/n really dodged a bullet with him

user19 FACTS user20 i mean at the end of the day he's just another privileged white boy, so🤷‍♀️ user21 i really don't get all the hate that she's getting, is she really that problematic? user22 user21 girl google it yourself but yeah, she is

user23 I MISS MY GIRL Y/N WHERE IS SHEEEEEEEE??

user24 what is she even doing there?

user25 must be cause lando wanted her to be there user26 why y'all never asked the same thing about y/n? y'all are such hypocrites istg user27 user26 cause y/n was actually doing her job????? user28 user26 oh you're stupid 😂😂

user29 magui in the paddock, pato not being able to finish Indy 500... it really is a shitty day huh

user30 DON'T EVEN REMIND ME WHAT HAPPENED WITH PATO OMFG user31 I'M STILL SO MAD ABOUT PATO user32 the only good part is that y/n and his family were there for him ❤️‍🩹

see y'all in part 3!

taglist: @drunkinthemiddleoftheday @evie-119 @evans-dejong @minkyungseokie @noneofyourfbusinessworld @bernelflo @eiaaasamantha @ijustgomessitupx @honethatty12 @daemyratwst @f1fan65

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fxrmuladaydreams · 7 months ago

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i love you (po5)

pato x introverted!reader

summary: feelings begin to rise after the barber race

wc: 716

notes: this is just me trying this (writing for indycar) out! pls be nice, i’ve only watched a few races and am still learning what’s what. also i promise i’m working on the george story!!

You winced at the screen in front of you, watching as Pato’s car came in contact with Pietro’s, sending the Rahal into the barrier. You hold a hand in front of your mouth as you watch Pato continue driving, grateful that he was okay.

You know he’s going to be upset about the penalty, the radio message coming through your headphones confirms that. He sounds frustrated, angry even.

You know he wanted to do well. For his career obviously, but you knew a small part of him wanted to do well for you. You were still fairly new to Indycar, having watched races from home, sometimes yours, mostly his after he told you he liked having you there when he got home.

This was only the second race you’d attended in person, the first being the previous week in Long Beach. You and Pato had a private relationship. He knew you were more introverted and didn’t want to force you into the limelight before you were comfortable. He was ecstatic when you told him you were ready to attend a race with him. After spending almost a year together, slowly building your relationship, he was excited to finally be able to show you off and introduce you to his other love, racing.

He kept an arm around you during the race weekends, giving you his Arrow McLaren hat to wear while he was driving. He introduced you to the team and showed you his car, rambling on about different things while you smiled and nodded along.

You could tell he was disappointed to finish in the midfield in Long Beach, and seeing him angrily get out of his car after the Barber race you knew he was equally if not more upset.

You stand quietly to the side while he talks with his engineer, following behind him as he walks to the driver lounge.

He keeps quiet as he unzips his race suit, letting it fall to his waist. He searches through a cabinet, finally pulling out a snack, and another he tosses to you.

You don’t know what to say to him, afraid of how he’ll respond. He speaks first though.

“Sorry it was a shitty weekend.” His eyes don’t meet yours as he sits down.

You sigh, sitting next to him. “That penalty was bullshit.”

He looks up at you surprised. He could probably count the amount of times he’d heard you curse on one hand. “It happens.” He shrugs.

“No, it’s not like you wanted to hit him, because why the hell would you want that? And they made you drive through the pit, dropping you down so far you were driving by yourself!”

The scowl on his face slowly disappears, turning into a smile as you keep talking to him, angrily defending your boyfriend.

“They need to open their damn eyes and watch a replay-”

“I love you!” Pato laughs.

You freeze, your eyes widening at the man sitting next to you. “You… what?”

It’s then that Pato realizes what he’s said. He wonders if he should backtrack, attempt to take it back to make the terrified look on your face go away. But it’s as if someone plays a video of your relationship in his mind, showing him all the time you’ve spent together and how you’ve grown with one another.

“I love you.” He says quietly. A blush covers his cheeks as he looks down at his lap. “I wanted the first time I told you to be special, but it just kinda came out just now.” He looks back up at you and sheepishly smiles. “Look, you don’t have to say it back, I know we’re taking things slow, and even having you here was a big step so I understand if-”

It’s him who’s cut off this time as you press your lips to his. You gently hold his face in your hands, pulling away to look into his eyes.

“I love you too.” You murmur.

He grins before leaning in to kiss you again.

“I’m gonna win one soon. A real win, not because someone DQ’ed, and it’s gonna be for you.” He says when he pulls himself away from you, keeping an arm wrapped around you tightly, as if he’s not planning on letting you go.

#pato o’ward x reader #pato o'ward x reader #indycar x reader

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dilemmaontwolegs · 8 months ago

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Not A Verstappen: Lights Out {8}

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!driver!reader x Lando Norris Summary: Your due date approaches but that’s not the only thing that’s been a long time coming Warnings: 18+ only, fluff WC: 2.7k F1 Masterlist NAV: Sibling Rivalry One || Two || Three NAV: Gridlocked One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine NAV: A New World One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || Seven || Eight || Nine || Ten NAV: Lights Out One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six || 6.5 || Seven || SMAU || Eight || Nine

Round 4 - Japanese GP

“I think I’m in love,” you moaned happily.

“I should hope so,” Lando commented dryly, making Charles laugh.

“She’s not talking about us, mon cher.”

You patted the vending machine full of the greatest snacks you had ever tasted. “Ignore them, it’s just you and me, now take my money.”

“Are we going to karaoke?” Pierre asked, checking his phone to see the time. “Yuki and Daniel are already there.”

“Shh, let the pregnant woman eat,” his girlfriend reprimanded. “She’s growing a whole human in there.”

“Thank you, Kika.” You sent her a grateful smile before throwing your middle finger in Pierre’s direction. The machine whirred and you turned back to see mechanical arms moving your choice down to the little door. “I just need a few more.”

“She’s stalling because she knows she sucks at singing when she’s sober,” Max joked before pulling out his wallet and going to the next machine. “What else do you want?”

Everyone caught onto Max’s idea and lined up along the alley of vending machines and within minutes there were enough snacks to last you the night, plus one huge Pokémon stuffed animal that Pierre chose for the baby. You could barely wrap your arms around the teddy and you narrowed your eyes at your old teammate. “Out of all of the Pokémon you chose…Squirtle?”

His grin widened until his laughter broke through. “What’s wrong with Squirtle? Everyone loves a big squirtle.”

“You’re so immature,” you tried to say with a straight face but it failed as you giggled. “This is going in my bed when I get home. It’s going to be my snuggler when I’m abandoned.”

“We aren’t abandoning you, mon amour. Everyone agreed it’s too close to your due date to come to China.”

You didn’t like it, but it was the truth. You were lucky to even get away with coming to Japan since you were already 37 weeks pregnant. At least there was a two week gap between the races so you would have some time with Lando and Charles before they left for the next race.

“And your mother will be there, so you definitely aren’t abandoned,” Lando pointed out. He took the teddy from you so you could better see where you were walking and tucked it under one arm so he could still hold your hand. “Max has already given us his plane so we can get back if we need to.”

“I have?” Max cocked a brow.

“You may have been drunk when you said it, but there were witnesses.”

Max scratched his head in confusion but he couldn’t recall the memory. Shrugging, he wasn’t really bothered, he would have offered for them use it anyway. “Who’s your reserve if you have to go?”

“Ollie and Pato,” Charles answered. “My baby is in good hands if we miss the race. Lando is a little more worried.”

“Not of Pato, I’ve seen him in testing,” Lando countered. “I just don’t like sharing.” Everyone looked pointedly between you and your boyfriends. “Har-har, I meant my seat, assholes.”

You eventually made it to the karaoke bar and Yuki growled at everyone for being late, except you. You got a tight hug and a strong whiff of alcohol on his breath.

“I didn’t know what you felt like, so I got a bit of everything,” he said as he pointed to the side table full of snacks and non alcoholic drinks. Pierre reached out for a pack of biscuits but Yuki slapped his hand away. “Not for you motherfuckers. Get your own.”

The annual karaoke had grown over the years and you weren’t sure if it was better when you were sober or not. On one hand you nearly wet yourself laughing at how terrible everyone sounded but on the other your ears were almost bleeding by the time they were too drunk to continue. Crashing out onto the hotel bed never felt so good when you finally got back after midnight. Thankfully it was only going to be media day for the guys so they could sleep off their hangovers.

You combed your fingers through Lando’s hair as he spawned out next to you, soft snores falling from his open mouth. A smile played at your lips and Charles chuckled beside you. “Go on,” he said as he nudged you gently. “Say it.”

You couldn’t resist and he knew it. “It’s all too much for Little Lando Norris.”

“Not little,” Lando grumbled.

“You were asleep a second ago.”

“Wasn’t asleep, just resting my eyes.”

“Such a dad thing to say,” you teased, pressing a kiss to his cheek as his breathing evened out and he was asleep once more. “Sweet dreams, my love.”

“You should try to rest too,” Charles murmured as he settled into his pillow and opened his arms for you, his bleary eyes struggling to stay open.

“I will.” You would try to at least, but finding a comfortable position grew harder each day. “I love you.”

“Je t’aime aussi. De beaux rêves.”

He was asleep before you could even reply and you soon followed.

The need to go to the toilet once again woke you and you found Charles' space in the bed empty. After relieving yourself, you followed the light in the living room to see the curtains swaying softly in the breeze.

Charles stood on the balcony overlooking the city, his fingers idly running his matching trinity necklace along its chain. It was only as you got closer you saw his eyes weren’t on the city below but the dark skies above and you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head between his shoulder blades.

“What’s on your mind, handsome?”

He turned and leaned back against the rail, his hands coming to rest on the impossibly large swell of your stomach. You placed your hands over Charles’ and guided them to where the action was happening against your ribs, a nice reprieve from being kicked in the bladder. You couldn’t get much bigger before you popped and the stretch marks already showed the strain the pregnancy was having on your body.

“I wish Jules was here to see this.”

You hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting the driver but from what Charles had said it would have been hard not to love the charismatic person he described. “I’m sure he would be proud of you. I am. Have you thought any more about her name?”

Charles chewed his lip before sighing. “No, I want something new. I don’t want her to be pressured by the weight of the name she carries.”

You could completely understand how a name changed everything and nodded. “Okay, I’ll cross Julia off the list.”

“And Landa.”

You wrinkled your nose in distaste. “That was never on my list. I don’t know why you didn’t shut that idea down right away.”

Charles chuckled and kissed your nose. “Because it’s funny, mon amour. He actually thought it had a real chance.”

“Our hopeless dreamer,” you sighed, resting your head on his chest as you yawned.

There wasn’t much time left to narrow down the list of first names but a compromise had been found with the last name. To make it fair, they decided if it was clear Lando was the biological father then Charles' last name would go first and vice-versa. If it wasn’t clear then you were going to have to referee their debate, something you were hoping to avoid.

“Let’s get you back to bed,” Charles murmured as he kissed your hand and laced it with his. “I didn’t mean to wake you.”

It was no secret you always woke up when one or both of them went missing from your bed. Even asleep you seemed to know when their body warmth disappeared.

“It’s okay. I’ll have to get used to it.”

“When we abandon you?” he teased, but there was an edge of sadness in his tone.

“Maybe that was a little harsh but I was hungry. I’m sorry.” You climbed onto the bed and snuggled in between their warm bodies. “I know you aren’t abandoning me, Cha.”

“Good, now I need to have an important conversation.” He shuffled down so he could kiss your stomach and whispered, “Ma petite, you need to stay inside there until daddy and papa get home. I know it’s a little tight in there and we are very excited to meet you too but you have to hang on just a few more weeks, ma fille. Deal?”

“I'm not sure you are going to get an ans-” A kick interrupted you and Charles smirked.

“My girl already listens to her papa.”

“Don’t get used to it,” you warned as he rejoined you on the pillows. “I hear teenage girls are terrible at listening to their parents. Not me of course, I was an angel.”

It was Charles’ turn to laugh as he curled his arm around your waist and closed his eyes. “An angel…I don’t think that was the word your mother used.”

Your yawn cracked your jaw before you said, “It’s a good thing I have matured since then.”

“Like fine wine, mon ange.” His nose brushed your cheek before he planted a sleepy kiss on your temple. “Bonne nuit.”

Exhaustion turned your tongue heavy as your body relaxed against his. “Goodnight, baby.”

Round 5 - Chinese GP

You wanted to smash your phone when the alarm went off in the middle of the night. The time on the screen said 7.30am but it was a lie. You had only been asleep for a few minutes from what the aches in your body indicated, not hours.

“The drivers parade is starting,” your mother called out from the lounge.

With a groan you pushed away the giant Squirtle you used as a body pillow and rolled to the edge of the bed before swinging your legs off. Just the small movement left you breathless as your lung capacity dropped and you hated the think what your VO2 levels would be like at this point.

“Can you hit record please?” you yelled back before going to the bathroom. There was no way you were going to miss a moment of the days activities, even if it meant watching the pre-race grid walk after the race finished.

You made it to the couch in time to see Charles and Lando climb onto the trailer together and couldn’t help noticing the dark bags under their eyes. They matched yours. It was the first time being away from each other for so long that you were all finding it difficult to adjust and sleep. Video calls couldn’t replace touching them.

They would keep their phones with them until the very last moment when they climbed in the car so you grabbed yours and sent a quick message after reading the sweet good morning messages that came through while you were sleeping.

To Group Chat: Drive fast and keep it clean. I love you.

It took almost half a minute with the delay of live tv for them to pull their phones out before turning and waving to the camera with big smiles, Charles even blew a kiss.

The boys had promised an interesting race during their media interviews on Thursday. Everyone knew it was the first race without you there and they were going to make up for it by pushing their hardest for a win. As it turned out, Checo tried to go three wide into turn one with Max and George, causing a red flag and the retirement of all three cars.

You could practically see the fumes coming off your brother and you didn’t need to be a lip reader to know what he was saying when the camera panned to him in the garage. Maybe Checo would be the next to learn just how fast Red Bull can take away the seat they gave. He wouldn’t be the first and he definitely wouldn’t be the last.

“Eat your breakfast, it’s gone cold.”

The dish your mother made would still sit on the coffee table for another 37 laps but you couldn’t take your eyes off the screen. Charles was leading with Lewis in second place but you knew the Mercedes’ tyre degradation meant Lando would soon be able to overtake, and you weren’t even there to scream for them.

“I will soon,” you lied as you edged closer to the tv and saw the two cars enter the straight. “Get him baby…”

Lando’s rear wing opened, adding to the slipstream he was already getting from Lewis, and he pulled out to shoot past, diving onto his breaks in the corner and taking second place.

“Yes!!!” you screamed as you jumped to your feet.

“Don’t jump around too much, you might break your waters,” your mother warned as she pulled you back down into the couch cushions.

“But did you see that? That was perfect!”

Your mother smiled at your enthusiasm. “He did very well, but you need to calm down.”

Your nail beds were ruined by the time it came to pitting and they both went in on the same lap but Ferrari made a mistake and took a few key seconds to recover. It was just long enough for Lando to be released and get in front of Charles.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, nervously bouncing your knee as Lando defended against Charles. “I can’t watch. Mum, my heart can’t handle this…” She held your hand and you gripped it tight for the remaining laps.

“Go! Go! Go!” you screamed at the tv, leaping to your feet again as Lando finally crossed the finish line less than two seconds ahead of Charles. “YESSSS!!!”

You couldn’t keep still as you rubbed your belly and laughed exuberantly. “Daddy just won his first race! Holy shit, he did it!” You were giddier than the first time you won but he had waited so long for it after being robbed of the win in Sochi. “I can’t believe I’m not fucking there!”

“Language,” your mother reminded with a laugh. You turned to see she was recording your reaction and sent the video to the group chat with Lando and Charles.

“Oh please, she’s not even born, and that’s the least of her worries.”

Lando’s shouts over the team radio made you smile harder and he was still laughing and possibly crying by the time he pulled into the pit lane. “Yeah, baby, about fucking time! Woohoo!! Who’s your daddy?”

“Well done, mate, you deserve this.”

“Thanks, Jarv, are you crying?”

“I just got something in my eye.”

“Yeah me too.”

His car parked in the centre position but he couldn’t get out as sat in disbelief, his helmet dipped with his head. Charles was the first out and half hung into Lando’s cockpit as he embraced the winner. You couldn’t hear their exchange but you could imagine Charles telling him how proud he was before helping him climb out of his seat.

Lando jumped from the halo and into Charles’ arms before Carlos rushed in too after taking third place. You couldn’t help thinking it should have been you with them.

“What a way to take your first win,” Jenson said with a grin as he started the post race interview. “I guess there will be plenty to celebrate tonight. Any plans?”

“Mhmm,” Lando hummed as Charles joined him after his weigh-in. “Big plans. Important plans. We are heading straight to the airport and going home to celebrate with our wife.”

“Wife?” you asked aloud.

“Wife?” Jenson echoed.

“Uh, figure of speech, you know?” Lando chuckled, his neck turning pink at his mistake but he was so high on elation it had slipped out. “We have a baby on the way and our lives are built together. It doesn’t get more committed than that kind of thing.”

“So there haven’t been any secret nuptials we don’t know about?”

“No, not that we wouldn’t if we could but there’s kind of laws or something against it, or so my lawyers say.”

“Trust me, they’ve checked,” Charles added, but it was the first you had heard of it.

You were still thinking about that when they disappeared to the cool down room and when you watched them stand proudly on the podium, the British national anthem playing loudly. You were still thinking about it when they left the stage and the Sky presentation came to an end.

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thatsdemko · 5 months ago

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something bout you - p. o'ward

masterlist | pairing: Pato o’ward x Rossi!fem!reader summary: your love for him is different and he couldn’t love it more. warnings: 18+ content + mentions of Indy500 results + fluff + angst(?) + minor errors a/n: hiiii! Im back :) I’ve been working on this since the results of indy500 and while it’s not perfect I hope you all enjoy!

where your brother was a dark cloud on rainy days, you were the thunder and lightning that boomed across the sky alongside him. its enticing to someone like him.

he’s drawn to the identical to dark like storm eyes, black hair that sways across your back. you were rossi’s identical down to the bone. zak brown used to swear it was traumatizing, now Pato finds it adoring.

where Alexander was millennial humor, and minimal smiles, you were nothing but witty gen z comebacks and a smile once a month. Pato found your personalities jarring in comparison, but made it his mission to brighten your clouds.

“woah.”

it sounded more like a whoosh of air exhaling from his lips. seeing you in a dark blue floor length gown truly took the air and words from his lungs. it threatens the muscles in your cheeks to tug upward, but you refuse to give pato the satisfaction of a smile.

“what?” you whip your head in his direction. navy blue suit jacket, a white shirt that was slightly unbuttoned, and matching pants. he looks heavenly. you hate that.

“you look gorgeous, amor.” the nickname rolls off his tongue, a smirk tugging his lips as he watches red flicker across your cheeks. you didn’t need to show any other signs of affection for him to know that subtle weakness for him.

“and you look like a buffoon. not even a suit can help your case.”

a chuckle escapes his lips, and for the first time since sunday morning he’s actually smiling. leave it to a rossi to lift his spirits.

“you brighten my day, Rossi.”

“I didn’t say anything.” Alex comes up behind you. his black suit and dark blue tie matching your dress like twins.

right, he reminds himself, siblings. she’s not for you.

“other Rossi,” you reply turning to your brother, “you think way too highly of yourself.”

—

a permanent scowl formed the second Josef took the stage. it was a common look for you, though you masked it well during most days, tonight was one of those moments you let it rip.

Josef drove a hell of a drive yesterday, but seeing him on stage was all but a reminder of what Pato lost and for some reason that angered you. having to watch your brother, his sister, and his own team members lift him up from another disappointing loss trickles into your memory. it was a well deserved win for Josef, but your heart ached for somebody else.

somebody you definitely shouldn’t have feelings for, but you find yourself having. someone who opened up the dark cloud and made it a little brighter.

when Pato finally took the stage, all he could see was you. the scowl loosening from your face to a contorted smile. all energy from earlier drained out of him. having to be reminded of his failed efforts, but he did enjoy the view of you practically envisioning what it would be like to strangle newgarden.

“that’s two smiles this month.” Pato whispered into your ear when he passed you to his seat. he could hear a low grumble come from you, and the scowl was back, but aimed at him.

he reveled in it. taking in all your features and how hard you work to keep your vulnerability inside that hard shell. because for a split second when he took that stage he saw you for what you truly were; a fool in love with him.

—

“I like when you get defensive of me.” he says, coming up from behind you. he rests his chin against your shoulder, the hairs that fell out his gel slicked back tickle your skin.

“the scowl was out of annoyance. don’t think too deep about it.” you say, attempting to fight his touch, but it’s too much strength to do so. you just relax your body into his and allow yourself to be held.

“I like to think you actually do love me.”

you fight the urge to roll your eyes as you feel his lips graze the sensitive part of neck. you can feel your knees weaken, ready to crumble into his arms.

love was a strong word and emotion, but it never felt big and scary with Pato. love was different with him. different was good, different was better than whatever you’d read in books. you didn’t need the fairytales, you just needed someone to remind you to smile once a month. or not attempt murder when he lost important races.

“say it,” he mumbles into your skin, teeth running across your flesh, you can feel goosebumps scatter across your skin, “say you love me.” he takes a piece of your skin in between your teeth, the sound of your sharp inhale fuels the fire in him.

“I do,” you swallow, trying to steady yourself against him, “I love you.” you spin around to face him, your dark eyes stare into his chocolate ones.

he nudges your body towards the bed and you comply. seating on the edge of the bed, you watch him remove his suit jacket. the most mundane task, was such a turn on for you. you unconsciously open your legs for him.

“I love you too,” he presses his knee in between your thighs, gently dropping your back onto the mattress, “even when you want to murder me.”

“I’d murder for you,” you say pulling him by the collar of his shirt, “but if you don’t fuck me, I will strangle you.” you growl into his ear before sinking your teeth into the outer edge of his lobe.

“you always seem to have a way with the words.”

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whorekneecentral · 1 year ago

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Snow Storm

Pato O'Ward x Fem!Reader

Warnings: pato doesn't listen, snow storms, getting stranded, car troubles, reader's mad at him and will lowkey let him freeze, teasing, it's giving dom!pato for like 0.2 seconds, oral (f!receiving), lowkey blackmail, penetrative sex (P in V), creampie.

Word Count: 1,729

Author's Note: this is for the six pato fans out there, I hope y'all like this one :)

merry smutmas series

Your boyfriend insists the roads are fine to drive despite the massive incoming snow storm; as someone who grew up in cold weather, you knew better. yet, there you were stuck on the side of the road with him in the snow.

"Do you seriously have to go right now?" You asked him, leaning over from your spot on the bed.

Your boyfriend nods, "yes, because if I leave it back - I won't finish wrapping it. Plus, it's a week before Christmas, the wrapping paper might be sold out."

Rolling your eyes, you sit up properly. "Pato, don't be ridiculous. They're not gonna run out of wrapping paper."

"You never know!" He huffed, arms flung in the air like a child.

You and Pato had returned to your home town to spend Christmas with your family before heading up to Mexico to join his family for New Year. It had been snowing on and off since you got home a few days ago but it really came down last night. Most of the roads were a disaster but Pato was insistent on getting this stupid wrapping paper.

"The roads are going to be a mess, babe. Can we not just go tomorrow?" You asked him but the man was already getting up, grabbing his hoodie off the end of your bed.

"Please," he shrugs you off, "I drive race cars, a little snow ain't nothing to a driver like me."

You can't help but laugh at his dramatics; you grew up in the snow, you know how brutal it can be to get stuck out there and yet, you stupidly follow him down the staircase and to the car.

Pato takes the side street the two of you had taken many times before. See, you lived in a small town in the middle of basically nowhere. When it snowed, people tended to stay indoors but they did plow the roads, but only the main ones took priority. This meant that the road you were on was one of the last to be plowed yesterday and had yet to be plowed today.

With the snow coming down on top of what had already fallen that morning, the mountain of snow piled up along the sides of the road. Pato's focused on the road but as he turns to go over the hill before getting into town, the wheel stops moving. He can hear the grinding, the wheels spinning but it's stuck in something.

You look over at the man, "are you kidding me right now?"

"Wha-" he sighs, "I'll go check." He tells you, pulling the hood over his head as he steps out of the car.

When he opens the door, you shiver. You had not only followed him out of the house but you were wearing sweats and a hoodie, that was nowhere close to enough to keep you warm.

"So," he says as he gets back into the car, looking over at you with a tight lipped smile. "We're stuck."

"Yeah, no shit Sherlock." You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Okay, so I can push the car out-" he says but you stop him, waving him off. "There's no point, you won't make it over the hill and there's too much snow to make it back to the house right now."

His brows furrow, looking over at you. "So what? We're just stuck here?"

"Yeah, for now at least." You pick up your phone and text your sister, letting her know you two are stuck and if she could please call the roadside assistance. Pato sat quietly, not wanting to annoy you further; after all, you did suggest to wait until tomorrow.

"We're here for at least another 3 hours," you tell him, "she says they're gonna clear the roads and then come this way."

The man nods, staring out the window as you unbuckled, shifting in your seat to climb into the back. He looks at you, confused and you pat the spot next to you. "If we're gonna be stuck for 3 hours, we can at least be warm. Come cuddle."

He climbs over the seat, clinging to you the moment he gets into the backseat. While you were cold, you were used to this weather so it wasn't so bad but for Pato, it was as if you had shipped him off to Antarctica. He's shivering, trying to get as close to you as possible; he wonders if you'd let him get into your sweater with you.

You can't help but laugh at the sight of your boyfriend. He huffs, looking up at you. "What?"

"I told you not to come out today." You laughed and he rolled his eyes. "How rude? Don't roll your eyes at me."

"Or what?"

"Or I'll move and let you freeze to death." You tell him and Pato smiles, sitting up a bit. "You won't."

It's your turn to roll your eyes now, moving away from your boyfriend towards the door. Pato ignores your theatrics and moves closer to you again, cuddling into your side. You don't move nor do you react, you simply ignore the man.

Pato holds back the urge to roll his eyes, his lips pressed to your jaw and moves down to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind. "C'mon mi amor, I'm sorry."

You ignore the man, not answering him. You'd move away again but if you move another further, you'd end up outside of the car.

He huffs, "fine, if you won't help me warm up, I'll warm myself up." His hand moves from your thigh to the hem of your sweats, shoving his hand down the front.

"Pato!" You laughed, grabbing his wrist. He smiles, "oh so that got your attention?"

"You mean you shoving your freezing hand down my pants? Yeah," you laughed but the man doesn't move his hand- at least not in the way you meant. His fingers rubbed over your panties, he can feel how warm you are, how wet you were.

"Something's got you worked up?" He asks and you ignore him question, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you try not to moan.

Pato's fingers worked slowly, pulling your panties to the side to rub on your clit and you let out a little whimper - by accident of course.

He figured there had to be a fast way to get you to forgive him. He moves his hand away and you give him a look, one he knows too well - why'd you do that. "I know," he tells you, "I'm sorry babe, one second." He pulls you by your hips to lay on the bed seat, your Uggs on the floor as he reaches for your sweats, pulling them off.

"How is this gonna make me warm?" You grumbled, an arm over your face.

"Shut up, will you?" He glances up to you, repositioning himself between your legs.

His hands rub over your thighs and despite his hands being freezing, it felt like every nerve in your body was on fire. Eventually, his hand ends up right where it previously was - exactly where you wanted it.

You let out a breath when you feel his lips on your thigh, soft kisses being peppered across the surface of your inner thigh. Your head falls back against the seat when you feel his tongue on you, he’s yet to move your panties and you're already a mess.

He finally does, smiling to himself “Fuck-” you breathe, fingers tangled in his hair.

Pato glances up at you, his nose brushes against your clit and he doesn't miss the sound coming out of your mouth or the way your hips jut towards him.

"Pato," you whined, pulling on his hair when he stopped for a moment. He chuckles, "do you forgive me?" He asked, a hand running up the side of your thigh.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking at the man. "What?"

"Say you forgive me and I'll give you whatever you want, corazón."

"Fine," you huffed, "I forgive you." You tell him quickly, pulling him back to you. Pato laughs, his face buried between your legs once again.

Your thighs squeeze around his face; he'd die a happy man right there.

You can't wait any longer, you need him in every sense of the word. Pulling your boyfriend up, he kisses you when he meets your face and you can taste yourself on him, the two of you shuffling around a bit. Pato's sitting now, his own pants pulled down half over his thighs and you're on top of him, straddling him.

He lets you sink down onto his cock. Both of you letting out a satisfied sigh, your hands gripping on his shoulders as you set the pace.

He lets out a groan when you clench around him, his hands squeezing your bare thighs, red finger prints on your skin. Pato's face buried in the crook of your neck.

Your hand tangles in his hair, pulling his head back so you can kiss him. You kiss all over his face, Pato cheeks red from the blush forming on his cheeks.

He loves when you love on him like that.

“You’re so good for me,” you mumble against his cheek, rocking your hips back and forth. “Mmm there,” you breathe, chest pressed to his. His lips find the base of your neck, he bites down softly before kissing up to your jaw.

Pato's arms wrapped around you, holding you close as you bounced on his lap. The two of you are tangled together, not sure where one of you ends and the other starts. The windows are steamy, you're no longer freezing but instead, you were sweating.

"C'mon, just like that pretty girl," he edges you on, lifting his hips to meet you halfway.

“My pretty girl, so good for me.” He whispers into the silence.

You pull him down onto you, his chest pressed to yours and your hand rests on his cheek. Your boyfriend kissing you and with a few sloppy thrusts, you feel yourself being pushed over the edge.

He groans, feeling you clench around him and he follows behind you, now coming down from his own high.

The two of you clinging onto each other, his hands slip under the back of your sweater and you giggle, bucking forward on his lap which makes him groan.

"Don't do that," he tells you and you roll your eyes, "then don't tickle me!"

Pato laughs, pulling you in for a kiss. "Warm now?"

"Sweating," you huffed, smiling against his lips.

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leclerc-s · 3 months ago

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karma - part nine

a quick note before you read: this part serves as a bridge you could call it, to a spin-off that i'm planning to this story for ollie, which is why i randomly mention a new character. don't be alarmed, all will be answered soon. read: when i manage to get my shit together and stop procrastinating

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natalia_leclerc and charles_leclerc posted new stories

💞💞 poor baby is exhausted after a long day of naps on the plane mes amours 🥰

natalia leclerc added 5 people

natalia leclerc seeing as i ruined the sacredness of the other group chat, welcome my children + charles

logan sargeant-leclerc i have to say, that was the highlight of my week. charles leclerc easy for you to say, my blood pressure was at an all time high oscar piastri-leclerc no, it was freaking hilarious. 10/10 please do it again

ollie bearman-leclerc idc about anything else other than I'M GONNA BE A BROTHER!!

logan sargeant-leclerc aren't you already a brother? ollie bearman-leclerc shut up?? logan sargeant-leclerc i'm going to tell everyone you hate your siblings

oscar piastri-leclerc this is my hell

natalia leclerc excuse you, i'm a delight. charles leclerc you're grounded young man. that is no way to speak to your parents. oscar piastri-leclerc oh my god. ollie bearman-leclerc haha!

logan sargeant-leclerc that is such younger sibling energy.

ollie bearman-leclerc yeah, you would know all about that wouldn't you?

logan sargeant-leclerc i hope paul crashes into you. better yet, i hope kimi does it.

ollie bearman-leclerc MOM! DAD! LOGAN'S BULLYING ME!

logan sargeant-leclerc snitch

natalia leclerc next one to cause an argument doesn't get dessert at dinner.

charles leclerc at least one of us knows how to parent.

oscar piastri-leclerc wait, who's the fifth person nat added?

natalia leclerc whaattt?? i didn't add anyone else??

pato o'ward-leclerc hola cabrónes!!

logan sargeant-leclerc charles just got war flashbacks charles leclerc that's not funny logan. oscar piastri-leclerc yeah logan, he's clearly traumatized because of c*rlos

ollie bearman-leclerc why are we adding another sibling? is the one on the way not enough? do you not love me anymore? is that what this is?

natalia leclerc ollie, we still love you very much. ollie bearman-leclerc okay 😊

charles leclerc i wasn't aware we were adding more children?

oscar piastri at this rate we're going to be the next cheaper by the dozen

pato o'ward-leclerc you people are very strange.

pato o'ward-leclerc I LOVE IT!

ollie bearman-leclerc one man in insufferable orange was enough for me.

oscar piastri-leclerc IT'S PAPAYA! pato o'ward-leclerc IT'S PAPAYA! ollie bearman-leclerc IT'S A SHADE OF ORANGE YOU PRETENTIOUS FUCKS!

pato o'ward-leclerc wait, you're having a baby?! CONGRATS!

natalia leclerc aww, thank you pato 💙 charles leclerc thanks pato!

SPAIN 2024

pato o'ward-leclerc i can fight him?

ollie bearman-leclerc i will gladly help oscar piastri-leclerc i mean, sign me up. logan sargeant-leclerc i can help too natalia leclerc i'll lead the army

charles leclerc you will do no such thing.

natalia leclerc the day i let a man tell what to do is the day i kill myself

ollie bearman-leclerc you're pregnant? you could get hurt? pato o'ward-leclerc it comes from a place of love, not a place of patriarchy

natalia leclerc who said leading meant fighting?

charles leclerc NO ONE IS FIGHTING ANYONE!

oscar piastri-leclerc he's right, i'll just take him out with my car pato o'ward-leclerc and i'll go over him after with my car logan sargeant-leclerc and i'll finish him off with my tractor

ollie bearman-leclerc do you think rossi would help take him down?

pato o'ward-leclerc rossi? why would rossi be involved in this??

ollie bearman-leclerc at least one american needs to bring the guns. what's logan going to bring? the fish?

logan sargeant-leclerc i hate you. ollie bearman-leclerc no, you don't. logan sargeant-leclerc a little bit actually.

pato o'ward-leclerc rossi said he wants nothing to do with our 'stupid ass idea'

oscar piastri-leclerc well that's just rude. where's his papaya solidarity? pato o'ward-leclerc he said, 'no papaya solidarity until you win a race' oscar piastri-leclerc he's never won a race with mclaren?? pato o'ward-leclerc i still have more race wins then you nerd - rossi pato o'ward-leclerc i actually i added in the nerd part because i felt like it completed the sentence oscar piastri-leclerc i don't like him anymore

ollie bearman-leclerc added one person

benjamin santos-ruiz are we not going to talk about the thing? because what the fuck natalia?

max verstappen i agree what the fuck? ollie bearman-leclerc what thing are we talking about? i just wanted pato to not feel excluded sebastian vettel ??? oscar piastri-leclerc oh sebastian, you really need to get on twitter

jenson button i raised my child right. but also what the hell?

logan sargeant-leclerc HOW THE FUCK DID SHE KNOW THAT SHIT??

max verstappen there may or may not be a formula 1 nepo-babies group chat. and carlos may or may not have been in it before we (aurora) kicked him out. and he may or may not have said several times that he thought a driver's girlfriend was pretty, but we didn't know he did what he did or who the girlfriend of which driver it was.

natalia leclerc hey how y'all doing?

charles leclerc nice weather we're having aren't we?

santiago ruiz natalia alejandra leclerc!! charles marc hervé perceval leclerc!! max emilian verstappen!!

natalia leclerc i'm in danger...

charles leclerc i think i'm going to die...

max verstappen I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS ABOUT HER!! I WOULD'VE TOLD A TRUSTED ADULT!!

logan sargeant-leclerc now what trusted adult would you have told max?? max verstappen first of all, fuck you logan. second of all, i would've told seb duh daniel ricciardo whew thought you were about to say you would tell jos

sebastian vettel liam and oliver just gave me a presentation, as they called it, of the situation.

sebastian vettel so i can now say this, WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU TWO IDIOTS THINKING?

santiago ruiz oh they weren't because if they were they would've told someone

lewis hamilton do you people not have any brain cells?? why did neither of you tell anyone??

mark webber what the hell is going on?

liam lawson baby button told the entire internet that carlos was in love with natalia for years and the reason for the rumors that charles was cheating on her were always popping up was because carlos was in love with her and wanted them to break up. yuki tsunoda don't forget that he flirted with her knowing she was in a committed relationship and she said he had a small dick

mark webber there's a reason she's my favorite button

jenson button🖕🖕 sebastian vettel you'd think you wouldn't like her because she constantly shouts 'not bad for a number 2 driver' in your face mark webber shut up??

lewis hamilton added one person

lewis hamilton talk some sense into these idiots fernando

fernando alonso i knew

santiago ruiz ¿QUÉ? sebastian vettel entschuldigung? lewis hamilton i said talk some sense into them not make the situation worse pato o'ward-leclerc situation so distressing they had to bust out the native languages liam lawson i laughed a little, not going to lie

fernando alonso ¿quien crees que le dijo a ella que le dijera a charles?

sebastian vettel TRANSLATION?! fernando alonso who do you think told her to tell charles?

benjamin santos-ruiz how long?

natalia leclerc 4

benjamin santos-ruiz oh, that's not so bad

charles leclerc years

santiago ruiz los voy a matar a los dos

natalia leclerc you can't kill me i'm pregnant! charles leclerc you can't leave your first grandchild without their father!

oscar piastri-leclerc compromise, you kill carlos because he's the reason for this entire situation.

logan sargeant-leclerc and this way the only person we have to deal with terrorizing the grid is k-mag pato o'ward-leclerc if you could take out lando so i can have his seat, that'd be great too

benjamin santos-ruiz who the fuck is that?

natalia leclerc oh that's just pato, we adopted him too.

pato o'ward-leclerc my offer to kill carlos also still stands

fernando alonso patito! pato o'ward-leclerc fernando!

santiago ruiz dios dame paciencia

mark webber god can't help us anymore

oscar piastri-leclerc how do you know what the phrase means mark? 🤨

ollie bearman-leclerc I TOLD YOU HE WAS HAVING AN AFFAIR WITH FERNANDO!

lewis hamilton what the fuck? fernando alonso it's true, mark is my one true love. jenson button what about us? fernando alonso jenson, i didn't want you finding out this way...

lewis hamilton what the fuck is wrong with you people?

max verstappen how much time do you have?

ollie bearman-leclerc i met the love of my life today

oscar piastri-leclerc oh brother-

natalia leclerc oscar! let him speak!!

pato o'ward-leclerc aww young love, hope it doesn't end in heartbreak

natalia leclerc why would you wish that upon him patricio?? pato o'ward-leclerc mom it's a joke! natalia leclerc that better be a joke!!

logan sargeant-leclerc ooh what's her name ollie?

ollie bearman-leclerc 🤷🏻 what on earth makes you think i actually talked her?

oscar piastri-leclerc this is exactly why i said oh brother. last week it was the girl from the coffee shop

pato o'ward-leclerc now this sounds like a story i should know oscar piastri-leclerc i'll tell you all about it later

charles leclerc he's a romantic oscar, leave him alone, he's baby

ollie bearman-leclerc yeah oscar, i'm just a baby oscar piastri-leclerc you can't keep using the i'm just a baby excuse every time oliver. it's not always going to work ollie bearman-leclerc says who?

ollie bearman-leclerc WAIT! according to my sources (paul) her name is aurora

ollie bearman-leclerc AND she's a guest of williams so logan, i beg, get me her number?

pato o'ward-leclerc wait, isn't that? oscar piastri-leclerc SHH!! LET HIM FIGURE IT OUT

logan sargeant-leclerc nah, fuck that you're on your own

natalia leclerc i'm afraid to ask why logan rejected him so quickly

oscar piastri-leclerc mate, you're fucked

ollie bearman-leclerc WHY WOULD I BE FUCKED? ollie bearman-leclerc the only thing i am is but a boy in love

logan sargeant-leclerc he's dumber than i thought

charles leclerc will someone please explain what the hell is going on

pato o'ward-leclerc i agree, what's going on? because there's no way you people haven't caught on.

logan sargeant-leclerc ollie's crushing on jenson's kid, his biological one

charles leclerc ew ollie that's gross, they're children!

pato o'ward-leclerc your brain needs to be studied because WHY THE HELL DID YOUR BRAIN GO THERE FIRST? charles leclerc you know, i get told that a lot

natalia leclerc JENSON HAS A TEENAGE DAUGHTER?!

pato o'ward-leclerc WE JUST HAD THIS CONVERSATION!! natalia leclerc SHE'S THE ONE WHO TOLD OFF CARLOS?? logan sargeant-leclerc YES! natalia leclerc oh, ollie she's a certified carlos hater, i'm proud.

ollie bearman-leclerc THAT CAN'T BE TRUE!! MY SOURCES DIDN'T SAY THAT!!

oscar piastri-leclerc turns out paul's not very reliable now is he? logan sargeant-leclerc or maybe he didn't tell ollie to see him make a fool of himself in front of jenson

charles leclerc JENSON HAS A DAUGHTER WHO'S A TEENAGER??

logan sargeant-leclerc jenson was called grid slag, what makes you think he didn't?

natalia leclerc how the hell did i not remember this? i feel so dumb right now.

oscar piastri-leclerc well, we can excuse you for being pregnant. not quite sure what's up with dumb and dumber

ollie bearman-leclerc it's okay, i can mastermind my way into her heart and then jenson won't be able to say anything about me!

logan sargeant-leclerc sure, what's your plan for dealing with fernando, seb, and lewis, who aurora grew up around and who like her very much.

ollie bearman-leclerc i did not think that far but lewis likes me! and so does seb!

pato o'ward-leclerc i don't think any of them like you enough to tolerate you 'dating' aurora

natalia leclerc he's delusional just like his father is i fear charles leclerc HEY! it worked out for me didn't it?

logan sargeant-leclerc yeah well natalia was also in love with you so that helped. aurora probably doesn't even know who ollie is.

ollie bearman-leclerc DON'T SAY THAT! YOU'RE BREAKING MY HEART LOGAN!

oscar piastri-leclerc he's not wrong?

ollie bearman-leclerc STOP! I'M GOING TO CRY AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!

charles leclerc STOP! YOU CAN'T MAKE HIM CRY! HE'S BABY!!

logan sargeant he's 19 and fucking delusional charles

pato o'ward-leclerc well you know what the children say these days, delulu is the solulu

ollie bearman-leclerc at least i have a confirmed f1 seat for next year logan!

oscar piastri-leclerc 😧😧😧 natalia leclerc oh that's not- charles leclerc OLIVER! pato o'ward-leclerc is he not moving to indycar next season? natalia leclerc SINCE WHEN DO YOU HAVE A SEAT OLIVER? charles leclerc AND WHY WERE WE NOT TOLD ABOUT THIS?

ollie bearman-leclerc apologies, i may have taken it a bit too far

logan sargeant-leclerc he's currently dying of laughter - alex

logan sargeant-leclerc although, those might be actual tears, i'm not sure - alex

logan sargeant-leclerc oh that was funny oliver. hopefully you don't get the mick treatment at haas. now, if you'll excuse me i'm going to go kms - logan

ollie bearman-leclerc LOGAN NO! I'M SORRY!!

oscar piastri-leclerc nice going ollie, you made him sad.

ollie bearman-leclerc STOP! I FEEL BAD ENOUGH AS IT IS!!

AUSTRIA 2024

sebastian vettel oliver, you cannot go around threatening drivers.

ollie bearman-leclerc the mctwink is friends with he-who-shall-not-be-named

santiango ruiz mctwink? oscar?

logan sargeant-leclerc no, the other mctwink

oscar piastri-leclerc i will literally crash into you at silverstone.

ollie bearman-leclerc if he can even catch you. that williams is a shitbox.

logan sargeant-leclerc hey, it may be a shitbox but it's my shitbox!

ollie bearman-leclerc is it though??

max verstappen alright who pissed him off

natalia leclerc based on the way he's replying to logan, i'm going to guess him.

ollie bearman-leclerc no it was mcwhiners that are pissing me off.

ollie bearman-leclerc they win one race an think they're the shit. (oscar, this isn't about you)

daniel ricciardo think you the shit, bitch you not even the fart liam lawson how are you my radio engineer?? daniel ricciardo i like to keep up with the times mcqueen jr

ben santos-ruiz so it's war against mclaren?

jenson button personally speaking, please do it. they forgot about my podiums and wins for them.

logan sargeant-leclerc oh brother, you cannot possibly be upset about that still jenson button LEAVE ME ALONE LOGAN!

natalia leclerc yeah logan, it's clearly a very sensitive subject for him

fernando alonso we're going to war against mclaren?

ollie bearman-leclerc it's over for those bitches. we win.

logan sargeant still trying to convince rossi to join us?

ollie bearman-leclerc YOU! TELL KIRKWOOD TO HAVE A WORD WITH THAT TALL SPAGHETTI NOODLE MAN!

oscar piastri-leclerc if pato couldn't convince him what makes you think the 'tall spaghetti noodle man' will be convinced by kyle kirkwood?

ollie bearman-leclerc listen, according to hamilton: the musical, the brits have nothing on the americans. i recruiting as many americans as i can to go to war against the mcwhiners

jenson button you're british??

ollie bearman-leclerc but this is team v team jenson. in that sense i am austrian.

lewis hamilton how the fuck is this the next generation of drivers? benjamin santos-ruiz no, no i get his logic. in the team v team mclaren is british and red bull is austrian. natalia leclerc what the actual fuck?

pato o'ward-leclerc i come with a message from 'tall spaghetti noodle man' he said that considering he doesn't have a contract for next year with mclaren he's all in on using a bit of psychological warfare on mclaren.

pato o'ward-leclerc as for kyle, he said 'leave me the fuck alone'

pato o'ward-leclerc and marcus ericsson said daniel owes him $50 because of a bet they made in 2018.

daniel ricciardo HOW THE FUCK DID HE REMEMBER THAT SHIT?? max verstappen ooh what was the bet? daniel ricciardo whether or not charles could actually convince natalia to marry him. charles leclerc wow fuck you daniel.

liam lawson to be fair, i was convinced she was your best friend because she's definitely out of your league

yuki tsunoda i thought he was dating joris benjamin santos-ruiz I TOLD YOU PEOPLE WOULD THINK YOU WERE FUCKING DATING! charles leclerc FUCK OFF YOU AND ARTHUR STARTED THAT RUMOR ABOUT NATALIA BEING A COVER FOR ME AND JORIS! natalia leclerc THAT WAS YOU? santiago ruiz my children are very normal... so normal

ollie bearman-leclerc so war crimes against mclaren?

sebastian vettel you need permission from kimi first liam lawson on it. will report back to the troops.

mark webber why am i still in this group chat??

liam lawson kimi said it was okay to go to war against mclaren

sebastian vettel kimi said that?

kimi räikkönen 👍

max verstappen WAR!! YUKI GO FOR THE ANKLES!!

daniel ricciardo i'll go for the necks charles leclerc kneecaps!! ollie bearman-leclerc i'll record everything

sebastian vettel i regret ever coming back

natalia leclerc well, if you didn't come back charles would still be suffering at ferrari. sebastian vettel perhaps he could've been able to convince fred to change his race engineer and then i would've considered come back.

daniel ricciardo this coming from the man who said, 'i'll never work for that fucking nerd again.'

sebastian vettel in my defense that was about m*ttia not ferrari as a whole

kimi räikkönen boo 🍅🍅

liam lawson WHO TAUGHT HIM THAT?!

natalia leclerc yeah, i wonder who taught him that? ollie bearman-leclerc beats me... arthur leclerc like mother like son i guess

kimi räikkönen i'm not that old

ollie bearman-leclerc you are pretty old... seb is still older

sebastian vettel one day you'll be old too oliver

natalia leclerc STOP! THAT'S MY SON! HE'LL FOREVER BE 19!!

charles leclerc that sounded vaguely like a threat seb

max verstappen sebastian will be around to bully ollie when he's older

ollie bearman-leclerc by then he'll be ancient

yuki tsunoda is charles old? ollie bearman-leclerc of course, but not mother, mother is young. natalia leclerc i raised him well

charles leclerc i'm older by a few months

ollie bearman-leclerc what year were you born? charles leclerc 1997 ollie bearman-leclerc YOUR YEAR STARTS WITH 19??

liam lawson 2000'S CHILDREN RISE UP!!

max verstappen there's literally 3 of you yuki tsunoda fuck you max ollie bearman-leclerc YEAH MAX FUCK YOU! ollie bearman-leclerc i'm sorry, i got excited and it just came out.

natalia leclerc he's still got some learning to do

yuki tsunoda rule no.1 never apologize for cursing

liam lawson rule no.2 telling max fuck you is okay sometimes

daniel ricciardo note: sometimes it's not because it brings back repressed memories of his father

max verstappen he's joking charles leclerc austria 2019 sebastian vettel brazil 2018 natalia leclerc 2012 max verstappen i may need therapy

arthur leclerc they've been trying to get you to go to therapy for years and this is what gets to you?

max verstappen be quite arthur!

SILVERSTONE 2024

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redbullracing boss man said it's not cool of you to post a mercedes appreciation

natalia_leclerc that's my father-in-law. kimi can bring it up with seb. redbullracing it's not cool of you to use boss man's love for sebastian against us...

user1 she's so real for posting 3 pictures of leo

maxverstappen1 don't let it fool you, i was there on their 'coffee date'

alex_albon mate, you have a girlfriend, stop third wheeling them maxverstappen1 someone has to cockblock them.. landonorris you didn't seem to do a very good job user2 chat does this mean what i think it does? maxverstappen1 oh i won't be at your funeral mate. alex_albon rip lando onewin. it was nice knowing you

user3 charles leclerc can you fight??

charles_leclerc i don't condone violence against women but for her, yes user3 i think i just shit myself

olliebearman this is leclerc children erasure

oscarpiastri we already knew leo was the favorite but damn logansargeant currently crying in my driver's room patriciooward currently crying in the club after my ohio win landonorris you wouldn't know what that's like. landonorris catching strays when i'm not even involved olliebearman you're about to catch more strays after austria landonorris let it go! olliebearman 🖕🖕

user5 no one is a bigger fan of lewis than natalia

user6 literally my favorite wag, married to my favorite driver and in love with my other favorite driver

aurorabutton leo, saturn, and roscoe meet up when?

natalia_leclerc depends, is your dad going to be there? olliebearman YOU'RE MARRIED WOMAN!! natalia_leclerc never stop your husband from meeting your true love charles_leclerc i'm at a loss for words jensonbutton i'm flattered but i love my wife natalia_leclerc that's okay 😭💔

user7 not only is she married to charles leclerc, is a major lewis hamilton and sebastian vettel fan, but she's in love with jenson button? she's everything i want to be in life.

user8 someone got lucky with the life lottery user9 don't forget a mother of 5 sons user10 someone get charles and natalia a daughter already user7 i volunteer as tribute!! user11 seems like that won't be necessary after lando's comment

francesca.cgomes runaway with me??

natalia_leclerc give me a time and place baby girl 👩🏻‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻

sukiwaterhouse you look great and then he's there...

charles_leclerc i thought you liked me now? sukiwaterhouse it depends on the day really

natalia leclerc added 5+ people

natalia leclerc i’m going to murder that twink

george russell i’ll say he lost me 50 pounds alex albon i just won 50 pounds

lando norris I'M SORRY I DIDN’T MEAN TOO!! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!

pato o'ward-leclerc you don’t mean a lot of things don’t you? lando norris fuck you pato, it was an accident

charles leclerc i won’t stop her from killing you.

daniel ricciardo i just killed a man he’s my alibi liam lawson your brain-rot needs to be studied daniel ricciardo you tell me that a lot

natalia leclerc you're dead norris. dead.

natalia leclerc THERE'S A FUCKING REASON I DIDN'T ADD ARTHUR TO OUR GROUP CHAT WHEN I ANNOUNCED MY PREGNANCY!! HE'S A BIGGER BLABBERMOUTH THAN YOU!!

alex albon now she is one lady i would never want to piss off logan sargeant-leclerc rip arthur leclerc, catching strays even when he's not here

oscar piastri-leclerc at least pato will get to drive his car

lando norris wow. just say you hate me osc

ollie bearman-leclerc see, if you people would've let me sacrifice him to kimi and seb weeks ago we wouldn't be having this problem right now

pato o'ward-leclerc i, for one was all for the sacrifice.

lando norris WHY DO YOU PEOPLE WANT ME DEAD?

liam lawson you're friends with c*rlos daniel ricciardo what he said yuki tsunoda i don't know what's happening but what they said max verstappen👆👆 oscar piastri-leclerc 👆👆 ollie bearman-leclerc 👆👆 logan sargeant-leclerc 👆👆 pato o'ward-leclerc 👆👆 alex albon 👆👆 george russell 👆👆 charles leclerc 👆👆 natalia leclerc 👆👆

ollie bearman-leclerc THIS IS NOT A SAFE SPACE FOR S*INZ SYMPATHIZERS

lando norris so all of you just expect me to end a multiple year long friendship with someone?

max verstappen it wasn't that hard daniel ricciardo well, technically no, but yes.

yuki tsunoda we're talking about a guy who started rumors that charles was cheating on natalia all because he couldn't handle someone saying no to him.

liam lawson i was never friends with him to begin with so i couldn't care less

natalia leclerc being friends with him or not won't save you from me murdering you norris

lando norris I'M SORRY IT JUST SLIPPED OUT!! lando norris IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER OSCAR YELLED AT ME FOR WHAT I DID!

oscar piastri-leclerc it was more of a 'what the fuck lando'

logan sargeant-leclerc which is a lot coming from you

natalia leclerc you know what, it's fine

charles leclerc really? you almost killed arthur twice when he insinuated you were pregnant after we got leo

max verstappen he hid behind seb a lot, arthur might still be traumatized

natalia leclerc you'll just have to deal with my dad and ben

lando norris i'm fucking dead... liam lawson rest in fucking peace dude yuki tsunoda nice knowing you lando 👋

ollie bearman-leclerc oh this is so much better than my sacrificial ritual

daniel ricciardo when the hell did it become a ritual? ollie bearman-leclerc details are not important daniel

lewis hamilton what the fuck guys?

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pairing: logan x reader, pato o’ward x reader

summary: when your first love comes back into your life, you are stuck between two choices.

a/n: please enjoy my drunk, post-indy, fic idea (i wrote most of the plot while drunk at the bar. college towns are great guys 😂)

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“I am so proud of you, amor!” Pato hugs you as soon as he sees you after your graduation. He’s been supporting you since you joined the team as an undergraduate engineering last summer with Arrow McLaren.

“I couldn’t have done it without your support, Pato,” you smile, admiring your boyfriend. He would make sure to visit you when he got the chance, and he always picked up when you called needing to vent or asking for motivation. Your lock screen was a picture of the two of you at a hockey game you snuck him into the student section for, he showed up as a surprise that weekend to help you relax.

“Don’t say that, you got this because of your own merit. The guys send their congratulations, by the way,” Pato tells you. The only people who know about you dating are the other drivers, you didn’t want to risk your internship.

“I hope they aren’t too tired of me, I just accepted an offer for a full time position,” you tell him what you’ve been keeping secret the past few months.

“You deserve it. Does that mean you will be coming to Indy with me?” Pato asks, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

“Of course. Now, let’s find my parents, I know they will want pictures,” you kiss Pato quickly before looking for your parents. He spots them waiting a few yards away and pulls you over. They have to leave after a celebratory lunch, but Pato stays to help you finish packing up your apartment. You utilize his muscles for putting things in your U-Haul trailer. He even manages to convince you to let him drive to Indianapolis with you.

It doesn’t take you long to settle in with the team that year. Your coworkers throw you a 23rd birthday party the next spring, inviting everyone who worked in the garage (including the drivers) to celebrate. You worked your tail off proving why you deserve to be there and they said you deserve to let loose before the summer.

Later that second summer you are on a date with Pato for your two year anniversary when you get a call from your boss offering a promotion, which you quickly accept.

“You deserve it, you’ve worked so hard,” Pato reaches across the table, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.

“Your support makes it possible, babe,” you reply, squeezing his hand back. You are so helplessly in love with him. At the end of the season, Pato has a ring picked out and he had a plan before he is flown out to Abu Dahbi to drive in free practice for Formula One.

Unbeknownst to Pato, while he is away you are asked to join a virtual meeting with some higher up engineers at McLaren.

“We’d like you to join our Formula One team as we finish developing next year’s car. We will assist in your relocation, all you need to do is say yes,” the offer is virtually laid in front of you. Your mind immediately goes to Pato.

“When do you need an answer?” you ask, making sure you don’t sound disinterested.

“Two days,” they say and you nod.

“I’ll have my decision into you by then. Thank you so much for the opportunity,” you tell them, mulling it over in your brain. A copy of the details pops up in your inbox.

“We hope you say yes,” they tell you as you leave the call.

As you read the document, you know what your answer is going to be. The next day Pato returns and you go for a walk through the local park.

“Will you marry me?” Pato blurts and your heart drops.

“Patricio-,” you start and he cuts you off.

“I know, we are young but-,” this time you cut him off.

“I’m moving to England. McLaren wants me to move to the F1 team, and they are offering to pay for me to get my Masters as well as helping with my relocation, and the money is good,” you start to ramble but stop when the hurt in his eyes matches the hurt in your heart.

“Mi amor, I can support you here, I have enough money for both of us,” he says, praying you didn’t accept yet.

“Babe, I know, but I have to do it for myself. I have to accept the job,” you say, silently pleading that he understands.

“What about us,” tears start rolling down his cheeks.

“I don’t know, Patricio,” tears form in your eyes as you say his name softly, he loves it when you call him by his full name.

“We can make it work,” Pato says, despite both of you knowing it won’t.

“Pato,” your voice cracks with emotion. The two of you know what has to happen.

“I know. At least keep this, it’s only meant for you. Maybe one day it will be on its rightful place,” he pulls out the ring and shows it to you. That’s when the tears flow, and he pulls you into him.

“Please don’t think that I don’t love you. I would say yes a million times if it wasn’t for this offer. This is the hardest decision I’ve ever made,” you cry as he holds you tight.

“I know. I love you more than you know,” he whispers. He walks you back to your apartment, leaving you with a heartfelt kiss goodbye. A few days later you are gone.

When you meet Lando and Oscar, you are wary of them, they remind you too much of Pato, but it only takes a week for them to crack your shell. They saw how sad you were and learned how young you are and immediately wanted to get to know the new American on the team.

You carefully balance work and classes, wishing you could pick up the phone and call Pato, but you can’t. Instead, you fiddle with the ring you keep on a chain around your neck, you added a P charm to the necklace.

“Y/n! I want you to meet Logan, he’s American too,” Oscar drags a blonde boy into the motorhome behind him during testing. You look up from your coursework and offer a welcoming smile.

“There aren’t many Americans around, are there?” you jokingly ask, motioning for Logan to sit down.

“No. So where are you from?” Logan asks as you quickly mark where you are at. Oscar slips out of the room, hoping his matchmaking skills worked as you tell Logan about your start in Indycar.

Oscar failed at first, you were determined to keep Logan in the friend zone. But he broke down your walls and somehow convinced you to date him a couple months later.

Everything goes smoothly from late May until October when COTA comes around. You visit your family the week before the race, and that’s when your mother drops a bomb.

“What are you going to do when you see Pato this weekend?” she asks.

“What?”

“Didn’t you see? Pato is driving free practice at COTA and Mexico,” your mom tells you and you feel your stomach flip, it takes everything in you to not reach for the ring around your neck.

“No, I must’ve missed that email,” you say softly. You do really love Logan, but there is a reason you can’t bring yourself to take off the necklace unless you are with Logan. There’s been times when you have wanted to tell him, Oscar, and Lando about Pato, but you never do, it’s too painful.

You arrive at COTA and it’s clear something is off, but you brush every question off. Pato arrives the same way, nervous to see you again. He is wearing a hair tie on his wrist, one that you left behind. He wears it for the same reason you wear the ring.

“Oh! One of our engineers is from America, used to work in IndyCar. Maybe you know her,” Lando says to Pato, not picking up on Pato’s uncomfortableness as Lando drags him around. It’s odd for the Mexican driver to be uncomfortable.

“Y/n, hi,” Pato awkwardly and breathlessly says, you almost drop your tablet from where you are standing in the garage. How is it possible for him to look this good.

“Patricio, hi. How are you doing? Tough luck on the 500, I meant to text you,” you say softly, setting the tablet down and approaching him and Lando. He can barely breathe, to him you’ve only gotten more beautiful.

“Thanks, it’s okay, I’ll get it next year. Maybe I would’ve won if you were there,” Pato ruefully smiles, your heart drops.

“Maybe, but don’t think like that. You’ve always been okay driving without me,” you match his rueful smile. Lando looks between you, a little confused. Pato goes to say something, noticing a P sticking out of the collar of your shirt where a necklace is, but Oscar interrupts.

“Hey, Logan is looking for you outside,” Oscar tells you, you can’t suppress the happy look on your face.

“It was nice talking to you again, Pato,” you tell the Mexican and quickly exit towards where Logan is waiting.

“How do you know her?” oscar asks suspiciously, picking up the longing look Pato is giving you.

“She’s my ex, she broke up with me when she moved to formula one. We were going to get married,” Lando cringes. he remembers how sad you were when you joined the team, it’s why he befriended you. “Who is Logan?” Pato asks Oscar, feeling like he’s missing something.

“Her boyfriend,” Oscar says, feeling the urge to defend his best friend and engineer, but also wanting to crawl in a hole and die.

“That’s something you need to talk about with her, if it makes any difference, she was unhappy for a long time after moving here,” Lando says, ending that topic.

Pato nods, turning his focus to the drive. Luckily for you, you are currently one of Lando’s engineers, so you are busy with him all weekend.

“Y/n, we should talk,” Pato approaches you carefully.

“Pato,” you say his name warily, it’s like a dagger to his heart.

“Please. Come with me to Mexico. I won’t try anything out of respect to your boyfriend, but we both deserve to talk about some stuff. Plus, Mami and Elba miss you,” Pato says and you pause to think about it.

“San Antonio is on the way,” you think out loud, still mulling it over.

“It’s just tomorrow that we’d be there, leaving first think Tuesday morning to get to the track on time,” Pato insists. Even if it’s a bad idea, almost all of you wants to go.

“Okay, I’ll join you,” you relent, and he almost hugs you.

“I’ll drive you from the hotel,” Pato says, turning to leave before turning around again. “You will have to unblock my number so I can text you,” he adds and you fight the smile playing on your lips.

“I never blocked you, Patricio,” you admit, and his heart melts at how you say his name.

“Oh, I will see you soon then,” he says, not quite sure how to reply, leaving you to pack you backpack.

“You okay?” Lando asks and you shoot him a weird look.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“We know you used to date him,” Lando says and your eyes widen.

“We?”

“Oscar and I, yeah. Wait, you aren’t even denying it,”

“I broke up with him to take the job here when he was proposing even when I wanted to say yes, we dated most of the time I was at Arrow McLaren, I still wear his ring and initial on a necklace,” you blurt, knowing Lando isn’t going to judge too much.

“Oh. Wow, ok. Is it a nice ring?” Lando asks and you tug the chain, pulling it in front of your polo. “He has good taste. What were you talking about?” Lando pushes further as you tuck the chain behind your polo again.

“I’m going to San Antonio with him tonight and tomorrow,” you say, needing someone to confide in that isn’t your college friends.

“Does Logan know?” Lando asks and you shake you head.

“That’s the next step, once you are done asking questions,” you bump his shoulder lightly.

“No, like, does he know about your history with Pato,” Lando asks, glad Oscar isn’t around.

“No, I can never bring myself to tell him. I think we both know that we might not last past this season,” you admit. Logan and you had said as much to each other a couple weeks ago. He admitted that he isn’t sure where he sees it going after the season.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Lando pauses, thinking about it.

“Don’t be, he knows that I had just gotten out of a serious relationship when we became friends and I know he isn’t ready for something long term yet. Obviously I’m still going to try to make things work, because I do love him, but I’m also going to take comfort in knowing that we tried,” you pull your backpack over your shoulders. Lando says a quick goodbye before you walk out to find Logan’s rental car where he is waiting.

“Hey sweetie,” he kisses you when you get in. Any tension in your body leaves when you see him.

“Hi, Lo, ready to get back to the hotel?” you ask as he backs out of the space.

“So ready, I just want cuddles and a nap,” Logan groans a little, you reach up and play with the ends of his hair as he drives. Despite you having a room from McLaren, you are staying with Logan in his room this race weekend.

“That sounds perfect,” you admire the way the sun makes his hair look lighter and his blue eyes clearer. You change while he takes a quick shower, tucking the necklace into a pocket in your backpack.

“Don’t go to San Antonio with Pato,” Logan says suddenly while you lay in bed with him.

“What?”

“Come with me back to Fort Lauderdale instead, please. I heard Pato tell Oscar that you were joining him, and I know your history with him even if you didn’t explicitly tell me. And I get it, it must be hard to bring up. I don’t want to lose you, I love you,” Logan whispers and you feel your gut twist as you are left with a choice.

Logan offers you a chance to start fresh and continue the new relationship you built, but Pato offers the chance to rekindle an old flame that never quite burnt out. How the hell are you going to choose.

part two

#f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #logan sargeant #logan sargeant imagine #logan sargeant x reader #lando norris #pato o’ward imagine #pato o’ward #pato o’ward x reader

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PATO - SIX

[charles leclerc x reader, carlos sainz x reader]

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warnings: pregnancy, hospitals, smut, unprotected (wrap that willy before you tap it!) p in v, cunnilingus.

note: Hi guyss, sorry it took me a while to get this out. I’ve been a little bit of a rut lately and I wanted this part to be as good as I could make it. It’s longer than I expected it to be but like I said I wanted it to be as close to perfect as I could get it. This part specifically has been a long time coming. I hope you guys enjoy it :)

SPAIN, JUNE 2023

2nd trimester/month 6/week 27

The sun casts a warm glow to the kitchen as you make your way in. Your arms stretch over your head, feeling a gentle ache of your growing belly. The comforting aroma of fresh bread and brewing coffee drifted through the home, Aunt Ines busy as usual.

“Buenos días, mi vida,” she greets you, moving to grab you a plate of food. She coughs into her elbow as she nears you, making sure to keep her cough away from you and the food. She sets the plate down in front of you, smiling.

You echo her warm smile as you take your seat, a slight pallor in her complexion and the way she rubbed her wrists absently. Your eyebrows furrow as she continues moving through the kitchen. “Are you ok? Has estado tosiendo bastante y te veo como pálida.” You have been coughing a lot and you’re looking a little pale.

She waves her hand dismissively. “It’s just a little cold, I’m fine,” she says. You frown, remembering how she had a temperature a couple of days ago. “Ines, deberias ir a doctor a ver que te dicen,” you say, not entirely convinced. You should go to the doctor and see what they say.

“No señora,” she insists. “Ademas, ya fui la semana pasada y dijeron que no era nada serio.” No ma'am. Besides, I went last week and they said it wasn’t anything serious.

You sigh, deciding not to press any further. “Ok but take it easy today with your errands.” she makes a face, teasingly rolling her eyes at you. She gives you a reassuring pat on the back. Now, have fun with Carlos today," she added, her eyes twinkling despite her evident fatigue.

Returning her attention to the kitchen, she moves about checking the cupboards for things. Probably looking for things she wanted to get for you, wanting to cater to the weird cravings you’d been having.

"Where is Carlos?" you ask, suddenly realizing you hadn’t seen him that morning.

Ines glances at you with a knowing smile. "He's out getting some things for your trip to the beach," she says, her eyes twinkling. She sends you a wink and presses her lips to your hairline as she makes her way out.

Your cheeks feel warm, your heart fluttering at the thought of spending all day with him. He’d been at the house almost every day, eventually moving into your cousin’s old bedroom. It was temporary, he’d help you with things that Ines couldn’t, even accompanying you to doctor appointments when Ines had to go out of town.

His belongings were scattered around the house — his shoes by the front door, and toiletries in the bathroom. His clothes even began to show up in your closet when you would borrow shirts and sweatpants because they were so much nicer than yours.

In the bathroom you splash cold water on your face, suddenly feeling flushed. Carlos had been wandering in and out of your mind more often than not. Morning after morning, he came out of his room, face puffy and hair wild. His relaxed disposition was a fresh breeze in the home, a welcoming change in how you’d seen him in the garage.

In the kitchen, he’d trail his fingers over your waist, a ghostly touch as he maneuvered around you, reminiscent of when he smeared ice cream on your face. He’d playfully pinch the bow of your lips, a delicate, affectionate gesture like how one might pinch a nose.

Facing the mirror, you begin to fix your hair, but your gaze traps you as you catch your own eyes. Brushing the strands away, your mind is unable to shake him from your thoughts. His nose’s gentle slope, the tender stubble on his cheeks, and the soft crease of his bottom lip hold you captive.

Yet, beneath these tender musings, shadows of insecurity lie still in the back of your mind. Even before Carlos, comparisons with Alexandra would torment you, doubts gnawing at the edges of your mind about your changing body. The spiral of uncertainty twined around your thoughts, whispering that maybe it was your flaws, now more evident than before, that pushed Charles away.

Determined to feel confident, you wave away the thoughts. You chose a simple but flattering outfit for the beach, hoping to look nice for Carlos. You slip into your bathing suit, a huff escaping your lips as you eye your legs. You’re ability to shave had slowly dwindled as your pregnancy progressed.

You grab your razor and shaving cream, giving up almost immediately as your belly obstructs your view and your reach. Soft coño escapes your lips as you sag on your spot at the edge of the bathtub. Fuck.

“You ok there?” you hear from the door. Carlos leans on the doorframe, eyebrows raised as he watches you. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment. “I … I can’t reach my legs very well,” you admit, avoiding his gaze.

His eyes soften as he steps closer without hesitation. “Let me help you,” he says, voice filled with a gentle assurance. You look up at him, jaw open ready to come up with an excuse as to why it’s fine and you can go without it. His eyebrows raise once again as if to say just let me help.

He guides you to sit on the counter while he sits on a stool below you. Your legs dangle slightly as he settles in front of you. The small bathroom is filled with the sound of running water and the light scent of shaving cream. Your chest swells with a mixture of emotions – anxiety, gratitude and the recurring feeling of your heart racing.

“Comoda?” he asks before he begins, eyes meeting yours. Comfortable? With cheeks flushed you nod. “Yeah, I’m ok.”

He lathers the shaving cream over one leg, hand lifting your foot to settle on his thigh. He’s gentle and attentive, his movements sending a warmth through you.

He moves the razor in precise strokes, careful as he does, making sure that when he drags the razor over your skin he doesn’t knick you. Your eyes flutter shut as you relax, letting yourself enjoy the sensation of his fingers massaging gently into your skin. You suppress the shivers that threaten to spread over you as he drags the razor just over the inside of your knee.

He moves to the next leg, moving just as softly, his hands never faltering. You missed this – being taken care of in this way. The warmth of another person’s touch. You open your eyes, peering down at him. You smile at him tenderly as he meets your gaze. “Thank you, Lo. I literally wouldn’t have been able to do this without you.”

His heart flutters lightly at the nickname and gives you a smile as he finishes up with the last few strokes of the razor. "All done," he says, his voice gentle. "How do you feel?"

"Better," you admitted, a shy smile playing on your lips. "Thanks again."

Carlos stood up, his eyes lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary. "Of course," Carlos replies, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His chest fills with an emotion he wasn’t ready to name yet.

As you exit the bathroom, the air between you is changed, rattling slightly with unspoken emotions. There’s an ever-growing mixture of relief and longing. Your heart aches for more of his touch.

“Ready to head out?” Carlos asks, breaking the silence. You nod with a confident tone in your voice. “Ready.”

The Spanish coast was breathtaking, the azure waves gently kissing the shore. The beach was framed by rocky outcrops and lush green hills, it created a picturesque backdrop that was pulled right out of a postcard. The water shimmered under the midday sun, a dazzling array of blues coaxing you in. The pine and palm trees dotted along the shoreline, offering refuge from the sun and a touch of rustic charm to the coastal scenery.

The air was filled with the rhythmic sound of the sea and the occasional call of a seagull. The beach was fairly empty, save for a few laughs of small children playing nearby gracing your ears. You lay on a lounging chair, eyes wandering to where Carlos stood, his back to you. He was setting up a small beach umbrella. You give in to his alluring physique, eyes examining his every move. His skin glowed with a golden hue, his muscles only accentuated by the light and shadow. He moves with an effortless grace, each movement sending ripples over the expansion of his back.

His dark hair catches the sunlight as it’s tousled in the gentle breeze. You find yourself staring, unable to tear your eyes away from how his muscles shift under his tanned skin. You want to drag your fingers over the flesh, to feel it moving under your touch.

He turns back, catching your gaze. “¿Qué tanto miras?” he teases, eyes full of amusement. What are you looking at so intently?

You blush, eyes flickering to the sea behind him. “Just admiring the view,” you reply, trying to make it seem like you weren’t shamelessly ogling at him. He joins you, sitting on a chair next to you. Your thoughts seem to wander again as you watch him. There was that feeling from earlier, the same one from the picnic, the same one from the ice cream parlour and the same one that seemed to taunt you every time you looked at him.

After a while, you wade into the water. You float carelessly in the gentle waves, the buoyancy easing the weight of your belly. You sigh contently, closing your eyes as the cool water surrounds you. You dive under the surface, the world above you fading into a muted hum. The water feels like silk on your skin, the gentle currents a soothing balm to the ache of the beating sun and worries that gnawed at you.

As you surface, your face breaks into a gentle smile. You run your hands through your hair, pushing it from your face. The weightlessness of the water brings you a sense of peace you haven’t felt in a long time.

The sun is starting to fall closer to the horizon when you make your way up the beach and now it’s Carlos’s turn to watch you intently. The water clings to your body, droplets coating your skin. The sun shines beautifully behind you, the scene making him wish he could take your picture and place it along with the works of art in a museum, knowing full well that your beauty would surpass that of the paintings that surrounded you.

“I could live in the water,” you murmur, voice full of contentment. He watches your thoughtful expression, captivated by how you seem to find peace in the simplest of things. You dry yourself off, face pressed into the soft material of your towel. He can see how your belly seems to weigh heavy and how you could float endlessly in the water without feeling the heaviness of your daughter.

“Can I try something?” he asks. With a puzzled look on your face, you nod yes. You’re only further confused as he moves behind you, hands looping through your arms to cup your underbelly. He lifts it slightly, instantly relieving the pressure.

You gasp, sagging slightly in his arms. “Oh –” your voice tinged with surprise. “That feels … amazing.”

Carlos adjusts his hold. You can feel his breath against your neck as you let your head fall back against his shoulder. It sends a warm and steady shiver down your spine. The intimacy of the moment sends a rush through you both, emotions beginning to simmer close to the surface.

He feels the weight of your body against his, the slight tension of your muscles easing away as he holds you. The physical closeness feels electric like the feelings harboured in the last couple of months coming to a boiling point.

“Do you ever miss this?” your voice asks softly, breaking the comfortable silence that settled around you.

Carlos’s eyebrows furrow slightly. “Miss what?” he asks.

You hesitate, searching for the right words. “Being touched.” You pause for a beat.

“Not just physically, but... intimately. The little things, like having your hair pushed back or your hand held. Those touches that mean more than just contact."

Carlos’s grip tightens slightly, a wave of understanding washing over him. "Yes," he admits, his voice thick with emotion. "I guess I do. It’s not just about sex, right? It’s about feeling connected, feeling... cared for."

You nod, a mixture of feelings building in you. "Exactly," you whisper. "I’ve missed that so much. With Charles, it was like those little touches just... disappeared. Even the smallest gestures mean so much."

Carlos’s heart ached with empathy and affection. "You could say I’ve missed it too," he says, his voice low and earnest. Against his own judgement, he drags his nose along the juncture of your shoulder and neck, pressing the most innocent of kisses there. It makes you want to melt into his arms, fingers gripping his forearms delicately. The moment hangs between the two of you, charged with the weight of your unspoken feelings. You stand there for a while, his hands slowly setting your belly back down. His hands now rest on the sides of your belly, neither of you wanting to part the other yet not wanting to admit what was transpiring at the moment.

There was a guilt that floated between you. Less than a year ago, you were in the arms of his teammate and now you found yourself in Carlos’s embrace, unable to admit this was where you wanted to stay. There were so many alarms going off in your mind, so many things telling you to run for the hills, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go. The world fades away, for a fleeting moment, as you bask in the simple, profound intimacy of his touch.

The ringing of a phone brings you back to reality and you stumble out of his reach, heart pounding slightly. You answer, pressing the device to your ear.

“It’s the hospital,” you say, voice trembling. “Ines has been admitted. We need to get there right away.”

Carlos’s heart sinks. “Let’s go then,” he says. "We’ll get to her as soon as possible."

You hurry to gather your things, the playful moments at the beach now overshadowed by worry and urgency.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You’re sitting in the waiting room, Carlos’s hand rubbing circles on your back when a nurse calls your name and urges you to follow. She guides you towards Ines’s room, it’s dim and quiet except for the beeping of the machines coming from the other rooms.

The doctor is waiting for you at the door as you arrive and greets you, his expression grave. "I’m Dr. Martinez. Ines has been diagnosed with severe pneumonia. Given her age and the delay in seeking treatment, her condition is quite serious. Pneumonia can be particularly dangerous in older patients because their immune systems are not as strong, making it harder for them to fight off the infection."

Your heart sinks, face going pale. "What... what does that mean for her? Will she be okay?"

Dr. Martinez sighs softly, choosing his words with care. "We’re doing everything we can. She’s on antibiotics and oxygen therapy to help her breathe, but the next 48 hours are critical. Her body needs time to respond to the treatment. We’ll monitor her closely, but she’ll need to stay in the hospital for several days at least."

You feel tears begin to sting your eyes. "Can talk to her?"

"Yes," the doctor says. "You can see her, but only for a short time. She needs rest."

You and Carlos exchange a glance before stepping further into the dimly lit room. Ines lays in the hospital bed, her skin pale, her breathing laboured. The sight of her frail form, surrounded by machines and IV drips, made your heart ache with guilt and fear.

"Ines," you whisper, your voice breaking as you move to your aunt’s side, clutching her hand.

Ines’s eyes fluttered open, a weak but reassuring smile spreading across her lips. "Sophie, cariño," she murmurs, her voice hoarse. "Don’t worry about me. I’ll be out of here in a couple of days."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you squeezed her hand. "I’m so sorry, Ines. I didn’t know you were feeling this bad. I should have noticed —"

Ines shakes her head gently, her eyes full of love and determination. "Hush, mi niña. You’ve had enough to worry about. I’ll be fine. Just take care of yourself and that little one. Carlos," she added, turning her gaze to him, "take care of her for me."

Carlos nods, his face set in a determined expression. "I will, Ines. You just focus on getting better."

Ines’s eyelids drop slightly as she fights against the fatigue. "You two should go home and rest. Come back tomorrow. I’ll be here, and we’ll talk then."

Your heart clenches at the thought of leaving her alone in the hospital. "Okay," you whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to Ines’s forehead. "We’ll be back first thing."

Carlos gives Ines a gentle squeeze on the shoulder before guiding you out of the room. You walk in silence back to the car, the weight of your worry and guilt pressing down on them.

The drive home is quiet, your conversation at the beach now a distant memory. As you step into the house, the familiar surroundings seem to mock your earlier happiness, now overshadowed by fear and uncertainty.

Carlos closes the door softly before turning to face you. As he does, he meets your eyes as they begin to shimmer with tears. He reaches out for you, pulling you as close as he can as you let the tears fall. Your face is pressed into the fabric of his shirt, the smell of the sea still clinging to it.

Your mind is racing, guilt settling over your shoulders and your heart aching at the image of Ines in the hospital bed. “I feel so guilty,” you say, voice cracking. "She was so focused on taking care of me that she neglected her own health. I should have seen the signs. I should have done something."

Carlos's hands wrap around you, brushing your damp hair away as he presses his lips to your hairline. His grip is firm and reassuring. “You couldn’t have known, she didn’t want you worrying.”

You shake your head in frustration, more tears spilling over. “But I should have noticed, I should’ve done something. Even just this morning, why didn’t I realize?”

Your eyes are tightly shut, emotion overtaking you. Carlos cradles your face in his hands, eyes soft as he looks at you. “We’ll do everything we can for her, you're not alone. We’ll get through this together,” he reassures you.

You nuzzle your face gently against his palm, eyes never leaving his. You manage a weak smile, grateful for his words even as your heart weighted heavy in your chest.

There's a beat of silence between you, filled with the unspoken feelings you’d been dancing around all afternoon. There was that small voice in the back of your mind again, telling you to jump ship, to put the feeling to rest. And you listen to it. Without another word, you retreat into your respective rooms.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You lay in your bed, eyes trained on the ceiling. Your mind keeps spinning and spinning, images of Ines in the hospital bed, her frail form surrounded by machines, played over and over in her head. The fragility of life, the suddenness of illness, made you acutely aware of how precious and fleeting their time together was. Then images of the beach today begin to bloom in your mind. His arms around you, his breath on your neck, his chest pressed to your back. What if we run out of time? What then?

Unable to stand it any longer, you swing your legs over your bed, pulling your body out of bed. Your steps are silent on the hardwood floor as you pad your way to Carlos’s room. Your heart pounds in your chest as you approach his door, a little light escaping from underneath it. You hesitate before raising your hand to knock.

Before your hand makes contact, the door opens and Carlos stands there, eyes wide in surprise.

“Y/N,” he breathes softly, a hint of relief in his voice. “I was just coming to see you.” the same restless thoughts plaguing you were driving him back towards you.

Your breath catches in your throat, tummy rippling with nerves as you meet his gaze. “I couldn’t sleep,” you say.

Carlos steps aside, gesturing for you to come in. "Me neither.”

The room is too silent as you step into it. The weight of unspoken words hung between you, and you can’t stand it. The room is a reflection of Carlos, it’s organized, and a few things are scattered around the room. Books, some training gear, pictures.

You take a deep breath, trying to steady your heart as it races in your chest. “I need to say something,” you say abruptly, turning on your heel to face him. Carlos’s eyebrows furrow, his concern evident, but he remains silent, waiting.

Your fingers begin to drum nervously on your protruding belly. “I don’t know how to say this,” you start, your voice cracking. “I’m scared that I’ll keep it in for too long, and when I finally pick up the courage to tell you it’ll be too late.”

Carlos watches you, his expression softening with a mixture of concern and hope. His silence was both comforting and agonizing, giving you the space you needed while making you feel like you were dangling over an emotional precipice.

“I get this weird feeling when you're around,” you confess, your words tumbling out faster now. “And it gets worse when you’re not. It’s like I have a string tied to my sternum that only pulls me toward you at an unrelenting pace. I’m so scared that one day it’ll snap and I won’t be able to reach you anymore.” The metaphor felt apt; your feelings for Carlos had become a constant, pulling you towards him no matter how hard you tried to resist.

Carlos’s eyes widen slightly, a glimmer of understanding flickering in their depths. Yet, he remains still, his body tense with anticipation.

You begin pacing the room, your thoughts spiralling. “I know there’s so much wrong with me,” you continue. “I used to date your teammate; hell, I’m pregnant with his child. I always bring him up because there was so much that I wanted from us, from him — that he threw to the wayside, along with everything that we had.”

You pause, feeling the sting of old wounds. Mentioning Charles was like reopening a barely healed scar, but it was necessary. Necessary for Carlos to know how much he meant to you, despite the circumstances you found yourselves in.

“But with you…” your eyes begin to water as you look back at Carlos, your voice softer now. “You showed me that I am worthy of the love that I so crave, that I am not just someone’s mistake or second choice. I think about you when you’re gone, I think about you when you’re here…”

Carlos takes a tentative step closer, his eyes softening. His heart pounds in his chest, a mix of fear and excitement. He longs to close the distance between you, to hold you and tell you that everything will be okay. But he hesitates, grappling with his own doubts and guilt.

You feel your heart breaking with the weight of your unspoken emotions. “I can’t help how much I’ve grown to love you over the last couple of months, and I can barely contain it. I feel like it could drown me.” You hesitate, glancing down at your hands, which are now trembling.

Carlos’s breath catches at your words, a surge of hope and fear flooding through him. He takes another step forward, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I wish we had met at another time,” You continue, your voice barely above a whisper. “A time when you wouldn’t have to deal with all of this, and we could start from the beginning, just you and me. As much as I tried to guard my heart, I couldn’t help the warmth you brought every time I saw you. It broke down my walls faster than I could build them up. And even now that I fear that it’s too broken to fix, it is all yours.”

Carlos feels his own heart swell with emotion, a mixture of joy and fear. He wants to tell you how much he loves you, how much he has been holding back, but the words seem to catch in his throat. He takes another step, his hands trembling slightly as he reaches out to cup your face.

Carlos closes the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that is both tender and filled with longing. The intensity of your connection, the strength of your feelings, poured into the kiss, a culmination of all the unspoken emotions and shared moments between them.

He whispers your name softly as he pulls away, his voice thick. “I’ve been holding back because I didn’t want to complicate things, but I can’t keep denying how I feel either. I love you. I’ve fallen in love with you, and it scares me because I don’t want to let you down. I don’t want to let her down.”

Your breath catches at his words, his hands falling to your belly, a wave of relief and love washes over you. “Carlos, you could never let us down. You’ve been here for me, for us, every step of the way. You’ve shown me more love and support than I ever thought possible.”

Carlos shakes his head slightly, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and determination. “I’m afraid I’m not enough. I’m afraid I’ll never live up to what you deserve or what the baby needs. But I can’t keep pretending that I don’t feel this way. I want to be with you. Completely.”

You wrap your arms around his neck, clinging to him as the weight of your fear and doubts melt away in his embrace. Carlos’s hands move to your waist, pulling you as close as he can. He leans in, giving you one last glance before pressing his lips to yours. You feel your body erupting with goosebumps, a welcome shiver coming over your body.

He’s happy but he’s just as terrified as you are, the weight of his love for you mingling with his own insecurities. But now that he’s opened Pandora’s box, there’s no going back.

You pull back slightly, your breath coming out in shallow puffs as you look up at him. His eyes are threatening to spill over with tears, mirroring yours. “I don’t want to waste any more time, Carlos. I want this, I want us, you. Completely.”

“I want that too, so badly.”

You feel emotions swell in your chest once again as he cups your cheek with the palm of his hand, cradling you with the utmost care. His hand moves to your throat, gently wrapping around it. The action makes you gasp quietly but he pulls you forwards until your lips meet once again. You let out a groan, giving Carlos room to push his tongue into your mouth.

He removes his swollen lips from yours to trail them over your jaw, threading his fingers through your hair to gently tug at it, lulling your head back to give him more access to the sensitive skin of your neck. He’s desperate to finally feel you, to show you how much he’s wanted this, wanted you. His fingers disappear underneath the hem of your shirt, pulling it off in a sweeping motion. He holds his breath as he takes your body in, wondering how he’s gone so far without seeing you this way.

He sits you on the edge of the bed, getting to his knees. It's a familiar scene from earlier when he knelt below you to shave your legs; but now it's dripping with a new, dangerous feeling. He kisses along your shin, ghosting his lips higher and higher up your leg. “Ay, mi vida. Te quiero comer a besos,” he says, nosing your soft skin. I wanna cover you in kisses.

Once he reaches your knees, you see him peek up, as if to ask you for permission for what’s to come next. You give him a small nod and feel his fingers hook onto the waistband of your panties, pulling them down your legs. You hiss at the cold air, feeling shy suddenly and bringing your thighs together. He tsks teasingly, fingers gripping your thighs.

“Eres tan bella, mi vida.” He coos, lips pressing a kiss to the meat of your thigh. You’re beautiful, my life. “No te escondas de mi.” Don’t hide from me. You lean back on your elbows, sheepishly opening yourself up to him.

He attaches his lips to the inside of your thighs, leaving wet trails over them as he delves higher. His fingers find their way to your aching core, using two of them to part your lips before pressing his tongue there. Your mouth falls open as he laps at your arousal, a whine lost somewhere in the back of your throat.

He hooks an arm under and around one of your thighs, making sure to keep you open. He briefly sees how your head now hangs between your shoulder blades, eyes screwed shut as he continues his assault. He eats as if he’s a starved man, frightened by the possibility of never being able to get his mouth on something as sweet as you again. The grunts and whines coming from the both of you echo through the room. They’re obscene and lewd but they only seem to spur the two of you on.

His thumb traces small circles on your sensitive bud, sending bursts of throbbing pleasure through you. You let out a gasp, curling forward to reach for his hair, pushing his head further into you. He hums as you pull, sending vibrations through your body. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your hips tremble against him, thighs threatening to close around his head. You're gasping as he brings you to the brink. You come undone, the knot in your stomach snapping entirely.

He gradually stops, pulling his mouth away to watch as your face contorts in pleasure. Your skin was almost glowing, covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Your chest heaves, bare only for him to see. It would be a sight he’d never get tired of. Standing back up, he grasps your face in his hands, tenderly pressing a kiss to your lips. He pinches your cupid's bow gently when he pulls away before pulling his own shirt over his shoulders. He discards his pants, underwear strained as he climbs into bed.

Pulling you into the center of it, he sits you facing away from him, straddling him backwards, legs tucked under you so that he can feel you as close as he can. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as his hands begin to wander. His touch is featherlight yet it leaves a burning trail wherever it goes. His lips are all over your neck, pulling your hair to the side so he can nip gently at your earlobe. “Eres tan suavecita aqui, ‘mor.” he whispers. You're so soft here, love.

His hands move from your mid-section, sliding up your belly to caress the globes of your breasts, squeezing them gently. You can feel him stiffen behind you as you let out a string of moans. He pinches your puffed nipples, rolling them between his index finger and his thumb. His fingers move to grip your hips, fingers so tight you think there’ll be bruises in the morning.

Your hands reach back to caress his face, leaning into his stubbled cheek. He pushes you forward onto your hands and knees, hands making their home on your hips once again. He journeys over the hills of your body, his lips peppering sweet kisses over the expansion of your back.

He pulls his boxers off and you feel it brush up against you. You look back and watch as Carlos sighs in relief. You let out a small whimper as you feel his cock begin to press against your sensitive core. He lets out an identical whine, beginning to lose himself to the pleasure. He slowly pulls you further down until your bum is flush with his thighs. “ Carlos —” you whine out as he begins to create a steady pace.

He rolls his hips forward, a spring tightening in your gut. His lips ghost over your back, whatever free hand he has, trailing delicately over your sides. He forces himself to start slowly before gathering a proper rhythm and picking up the pace.

“Joder bebé,” he says. Fuck baby. There are sharp sounds of skin hitting skin in the air, growing louder and louder as his hips continue to snap against yours.

“Me encanta sentirte estremecer contra mi” he cooes, fingers moving to rub at the sensitive nub between your legs. I love to feel you shake against me. There’s that bubble of pleasure growing in your gut and it makes grow wetter as his fingers press into you. “Please, Carlos,” you cry, climax nearing quickly once again. A hand finds its way into his hair as he fucks into you faster, determined to get you there once again.

You can feel his teeth nick your shoulder as you feel your orgasm shake through you. A drawn-out moan escapes you as the muscles in your body tense for a second before relaxing in his embrace.

He makes a makeshift ponytail in your hair, moving against you quickly. With a hand wrapped around your front, he pulls you up from your spot, your back colliding with his chest. You feel so good around him, pressed against him. He can’t hold back any longer. “Ya no puedo –” he doubles over, breath catching in his throat. I can’t – His thrusts begin to feel slow and sloppy and you feel him cum, thick and hot.

His chest is heaving as he settles you down, one last kiss pressed to the top of your spine. You wince as you feel him pull out, juices dripping down your thighs. He lets out a curse under his breath and you’re not entirely sure if it's out of pleasure or the fact that you’ve made a mess of his sheets.

Your breaths are ragged as he leans you back into the bed, making sure to prop pillows up around you. He presses his lips to yours, sighing as you relax into the bed. Your eyes feel heavy as you watch him make his way to the bathroom and come back with a wet towel. He presses it gently between your thighs and does his best to clean whatever else dripped onto the bed.

Neither of you caring all that much, deciding it was better to switch out the sheets in the morning, he settles back into bed with you. He curls an arm around your back so you’re snuggled comfortably into his side. There’s no whispering in the back of your mind as his breathing begins to lull you to sleep. No voice telling you to watch out, no one telling you that you shouldn’t be in this bed. It doesn’t feel like just another bed. Here with him, it feels like home.

Your bare skin pressed to his, you feel sleep take a tighter hold of you as Carlos drags the tips of his fingers delicately over your arm. You hear one last thing before sleep finally takes you.

“Te amo.”

Note: Te amo and te quiero are two very similar ways of saying I love you in Spanish. The way I grew up saying it was that te amo was more intimate and reserved for loved ones, family or partners. Te quiero can convey the same thing, it can also mean I want you, but it’s more platonic than the latter.

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