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đ¶ïž NFY : MCDONALD'S FOR P
[ carlos sainz x singer!fem!reader ] [ wc ] 0.9k words
[ summary ] carlos' and y/n's breakup comes as a surprise to many of their friends. no one ever thought the couple would ever break up, but alas, y/n was always ready to do whatever was best for the love of her life â even if it meant breaking up with him.
[ loki's lines ] this was so much better in my head, contemplating if it should've just stayed there
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âââââââ DECEMBER 03, 2023
max would've burst into laughter on any other day when he saw the way you had arrived at his doorstep.
you wore a hoodie; the strings tightly tied until only your eyes could be seen.
he offered a small smile as your eyes met; brows raised when you lifted a bag to his face.
âmcdonald's for p,â you mumbled. âgot you and kelly some food, too.â
max tried not to let his smile fall as he heard your voice, the hoarse tone letting him know you had a really bad cry session â or even multiple of them.
âcome on in,â he stated, nodding you inside as he stepped aside after taking the bags from you. âthanks for the food. p will love you forever.â
you only let out a tired chuckle at his words, not adding anything more. max frowned at your lack of response, realizing something was really wrong with you.
you loved p more than anything, and the fact you didnât say much about maxâs words were enough of an indicator as to how bad the situation was.
âaw, babes.â kelly walked towards you with a frown. âwhat are you trying to do? suffocate yourself?â
âhonestly, right now, i'd love that,â you commented with a sigh, wincing as kelly untied the hoodie. âthanks, kels.â
the frown on kelly's face didn't fade; her brows furrowed as she sat you down on the sofa. she observed you well, her gaze softening as she met your bloodshot eyes.
âthis isn't like you, y/n. what's wrong?â
max's heart shattered as he watched the way your face scrunched, trying to hold back the inevitable tears that made their way down your face.
you covered your face with your hands, crying harder when kelly pulled you into her embrace, trying to offer any sort of comfort.
ây/n ...â max stood next to you, patting your hair gently as his girlfriend rubbed your back. âtell us what's wrong so we can help.â
âh-he said we had t-to break up.â max frowned, exchanging glances with kelly as you hiccupped over your words.
âcarlos? was it his idea to break up?â kelly inquired, confused.
you pulled away from the hug, meeting her gaze. ânot carlos.â you shook your head, wiping away your tears with your sleeve.
max tilted his head. âwho was it, then?â he asked, waiting for your response.
âhis dad. he said we had to break up.â
the coupleâs eyes widened, never having guessed your ex-boyfriendâs father wouldâve intervened in the relationship and forced you to break up with him.
âwhat? why the fuck would he do that?â
max sat on the coffee table in front of the sofa you sat on, fisting his hands by his side as he looked at you.Â
the manâs frown never faded, staring at you. âwhy did he tell you to break up with carlos?â he asked, teeth gritted to control his anger.
âhe said i was messing up carlosâ focus,â you mumbled, looking at your feet. âtold me to break up with him if i genuinely care about his career.â
âso, you broke up with him?!â max raised his voice, flabbergasted by your words. âwhat the fuck, y/n? why would you do something like that?â
âbecause i love him, max.â the coupleâs hearts shattered as they heard the crack in your voice. âi broke up because i love him.â
âyou canât be serious, y/n.â
âi hate this more than anything, but iâll have to deal with it. i know how hard carlos has worked to come this far, and i canât just sit still, knowing iâm the reason heâs fucking up his dream.â
max frowned, shaking his head. âjust because he fucks up his races doesnât mean you are the reason for it, y/n,â he stated, trying to make you understand.
âi am, max. i know that very well.â
âcome on, you knowââ
âfive times, max,â you countered, looking at him. âfive times, carlos purposefully did not qualify for the races because he wanted to be there for me,â you confessed.
you watched the way kellyâs face dropped, while maxâs expressions remained stoic.
he had noticed too. he knew.
you saw him take a deep breath, biting his lip as he contemplated what to say.
âso, do you think his performance will become better now that youâve broken up?â max inquired, raising his brows. âbecause if he doesn't, then this would all be in vain, no?â
âthis is what his dad asked for, and iââ
max shrugged. âyou are just fulfilling his wishes, obviously. this âfucking up his focusâ was just a sad excuse,â he said.
âhis dad never liked you, babes,â kelly spoke, patting your back gently. âdon't you think this entire thing was just some excuse to get you guys to break up?â
you buried your face in your hands, trying to control your breathing as you sat back on the sofa. everything was overwhelming you right now, and it was sending your brain into overdrive.
these were the moments when carlos would be there for you; listening to your thoughts and sorting them out for you.
but, he wasn't going to be there for you anymore. you had to deal with this on your own.
âwhether it's an excuse or not,â you stated, looking at your friends through your teary eyes. âwe've broken up now.â
âand that'sââ
âand that's that.â you were stern with your words. âi'm tired of all this. i just want some peace and quiet, okay? just wanna forget about this all and go back to living life as i normally do.â
kelly nodded supportively. âif that's what you want, that's what we'll do,â she said, pulling you into her embrace.
âwe got your back, y/n,â max added, wrapping his arms around you two. âforever and always.â
you smiled into the hug, utterly failing to keep the tears from falling down.
âthank you for being there for me, guys. i love you both so fucking much.â
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TIKTOK TREND WITH YOUR F1 BOYFRIEND | "we listen and we don't judge"
àšà§ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri àšà§ : synopsis : "we listen and we don't judge" trend
àšà§ : genre : humor, angsty only if you squint àšà§ : tws : light teasing, SLIGHTLY suggestive for lewis and charles àšà§ : word count : 3255
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ᥣđ© a/n : race weekend !! can't believe lewis is finally breaking up with mercedes :'(
Êă»max verstappen
you and max were sprawled on the couch after dinner, scrolling through your phone, you came across the "we listen and we donât judge" trend and turned to max with a mischievous grin.
âmax, weâre doing something,â you announced, setting your phone down.
he raised an eyebrow. âwhat now?â
âitâs this trend. iâll say âwe listen and we donât judge,â and you have to confess something funny or random youâve kept from me. then itâs my turn. we go back and forth, no getting mad. deal?â
he smirked, clearly intrigued. âsounds dangerous. but alright, iâm in.â
you grinned. âokay. we listen, and we donât judge.â
max leaned back, rubbing his chin like he was deep in thought. âalright... sometimes, when youâre not around, i watch rom-coms. and yes, i cry a little.â
your jaw dropped, and you smacked his arm lightly. âyou cry? you donât even tear up during sad movies with me!â
âno judging!â he reminded you, laughing. âyour turn.â
you sighed, biting back a smile. âokay. we listen, and we donât judge⊠sometimes when i say iâm folding laundry, iâm actually just lying on the bed scrolling on my phone.â
max blinked, a laugh bubbling out of him. âseriously? i knew it took you way too long to fold a few shirts!â
âno judging!â you shot back, grinning. âyour turn.â
he grinned, leaning in a little. âwe listen, and we donât judge⊠i told you iâd stop eating stroopwafels late at night, but i have a secret stash in the garage.â
you gasped dramatically. âthe garage? max!â
âyou said no judging,â he said smugly. âyour turn.â
you rolled your eyes, stifling a laugh. âokay. we listen, and we donât judge⊠remember when your favorite hoodie âgot lostâ? i actually stole it, and itâs hidden in my closet.â
his eyes narrowed, though he couldnât hide his grin. âso thatâs where it went! iâve been looking for it for months!â
âitâs comfy!â you defended. âlast one, your turn.â
max smirked. âwe listen, and we donât judge⊠when i say iâm working late at the simulator, half the time iâm just watching motorsport documentaries.â
you stared at him, stunned. âmax!â
he laughed, throwing an arm around you. âhey, at least iâm consistent. no judging, remember?â
âfine,â you muttered, shaking your head but smiling. âyouâre lucky youâre cute.â
Êă»lewis hamilton
it was a rare, lazy afternoon at home with lewis, the two of you stretched out on the couch with no obligations for the day. you were scrolling through your phone when a trending couples game caught your attention. immediately, you knew lewis would make this hilarious.
âlewis,â you said, nudging his arm.
he turned to you, smirking. âwhat is it now?â
âweâre playing a game. itâs called âwe listen and we donât judge.â iâll say that, and you have to confess something funny or random youâve been hiding. then itâs my turn. but no getting mad.â
his smirk deepened, clearly intrigued. âno getting mad? sounds like this might end in trouble.â
âjust go with it,â you said, grinning. âyouâre up first. we listen, and we donât judge.â
he leaned back, tapping his chin like he was debating the perfect confession. âalright⊠we listen, and we donât judge. i once borrowed your face cream, and now iâm low-key addicted to your skincare routine.â
you blinked at him, your jaw dropping. âyouâre the reason i keep running out so fast?â
he grinned sheepishly. âyour stuffâs top tier. what can i say?â
âunbelievable.â you shook your head, but you couldnât stop laughing. âfine, my turn. we listen, and we donât judge... i sometimes hide the remote under the couch cushion when you wonât stop flipping channels.â
his mouth fell open in mock shock. âthatâs why i can never find it?!â
âno judging!â you reminded him, biting back a laugh.
âalright, alright,â he said, sitting up straighter. âwe listen, and we donât judge... when i say iâm texting toto, sometimes iâm actually looking at old pictures of roscoe.â
you couldnât help but burst out laughing. âroscoeâs been getting all the attention while iâve been sitting here, huh?â
âheâs my boy,â lewis said with a shrug, a proud grin on his face. âyour turn.â
you smirked, thinking for a moment. âwe listen, and we donât judge... i may or may not have eaten the last slice of cake and blamed it on you forgetting it in the fridge.â
he pointed at you, his eyes wide. âyou did that? i thought i was losing my mind!â
âno judging!â you said, giggling.
âfine,â he said, shaking his head but laughing. âlast one. we listen, and we donât judge... i keep your voice notes on my phone and listen to them whenââ
before he could finish, you grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it. âlewis!â
he was already cracking up, raising his hands in surrender. âyou said no judging!â
âand youâre breaking the rules of decency!â you shot back, hitting him again as he laughed harder.
he eventually grabbed the pillow from you, pulling you into his lap. âyouâre lucky i love you. even if you ate my cake.â
âyouâre lucky i love you,â you teased back, resting your forehead against his. âeven if roscoe gets all your attention.â
Êă»george russell
it was one of those chill evenings at home, where neither of you had any pressing plans. george was scrolling through his phone, half paying attention to whatever was on tv, when you suddenly sat up with a mischievous grin.
âgeorge,â you started, already giggling.
he glanced over, instantly suspicious. âwhat have i done now?â
ânothing⊠yet. but weâre playing a game,â you said. âitâs called âwe listen and we donât judge.â we take turns confessing random, stupid things, and the other person canât get mad or judge.â
he narrowed his eyes, clearly trying not to laugh. âthis sounds like a trap.â
âitâs not a trap!â you promised. âcome on, iâll start. we listen, and we donât judge⊠sometimes, when youâre out, i play f1 23 just so i can crash your car and watch it fly into the barriers.â
his jaw dropped. âmy car?! my poor car! how could you?â
âno judging!â you reminded him, grinning. âyour turn.â
he sighed dramatically, shaking his head. âalright, fine. we listen, and we donât judge⊠once, when you were in the shower, i tried on your slippers, and honestly? i get why you love them so much. theyâre so soft.â
you stared at him, stunned, before bursting into laughter. âyou mean to tell me youâve been walking around in my fluffy bunny slippers?â
ânot walking,â he said defensively. âjust⊠trying them on.â
âsure,â you said, still laughing. âokay, my turn. we listen, and we donât judge⊠one time, i accidentally shrunk your favorite sweater in the wash and blamed it on the dryer.â
georgeâs eyes went wide. âthat was you?! i thought iâd bulked up!â
âno judging!â you said quickly, holding back another laugh. âyour turn.â
he leaned back, a mischievous grin on his face. âwe listen, and we donât judge⊠sometimes, when youâre asleep, i watch those weird, satisfying carpet-cleaning videos on youtube.â
you blinked at him, trying not to laugh. âyouâre telling me youâre out here binge-watching carpet scrubbing at 2 a.m.?â
âtheyâre oddly relaxing!â he said with mock indignation. âyour turn.â
you smirked. âwe listen, and we donât judge⊠i stole one of your racing socks once because i couldnât find mine, and i still have it.â
âoh, so thatâs why iâve been missing one sock this whole time!â he said, pointing at you dramatically.
âyou werenât supposed to notice!â
george laughed, pulling you into his arms. âthis game is wild, but now iâm going to look at my socks, slippers, and sweaters very differently. also, weâre getting you your own racing socks.â
Êă»carlos sainz
it was one of those laid-back evenings, the two of you lounging on the couch, tiktok videos filling the quiet air between laughs. carlos had his phone propped up on the armrest, both of you scrolling through videos. when you came across one of those âwe listen and we donât judgeâ videos, your eyes lit up.
âwe should do that,â you said, grinning at him.
carlos raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. âtĂș y yo? (you and me?) i donât know⊠are you sure youâre ready for my confessions?â
you crossed your arms and smirked. âoh, please. i bet you have nothing on me.â
âalright then,â he said, locking his phone and turning fully toward you. âwe listen, and we donât judge⊠sometimes, when you ask me to fix something around the house, i pretend i donât know how so youâll do it.â
you stared at him, wide-eyed. âcarlos! youâve been faking it?â
âno judging!â he said, smirking back at you, completely unfazed. âyour turn.â
you shook your head in disbelief but couldnât help but laugh. âfine. we listen, and we donât judge⊠i once took a picture of your car keys just so i could send it to you and pretend i had your keys when iâd lost mine.â
his eyes widened. âwait, so youâve been using my keys to trick me into thinking you didnât lose yours?!â
âyeah, well⊠no judging!â you said, grinning.
carlos leaned back, shaking his head with a soft laugh. âokay, we listen, and we donât judge⊠sometimes, when you get me to help you clean, i do half the work and then take a break to watch racing highlights on my phone.â
you stared at him for a moment before bursting out laughing. âyouâre literally cleaning with one hand and watching f1 with the other?â
âisnât that multitasking?â he said, shrugging with a teasing grin. âyour turn.â
you rolled your eyes, but your lips couldnât stop smiling. âwe listen, and we donât judge⊠iâve been secretly eating your chocolate stash. and no, i donât plan to stop.â
carlos leaned toward you, pretending to be shocked. âÂżquĂ©? (what?) youâve been stealing my chocolate? thatâs it, iâm hiding it next time!â
you giggled, shrugging innocently. âno judging!â
carlos pulled you closer, laughing softly. âalright, alright. youâve won this round, but next time, iâm keeping my keysâand my chocolateâlocked up.â
you smirked, resting your head on his shoulder. âno judgment, remember?â
Êă»charles leclerc
charles was sitting at the piano, playing casually, while you were scrolling through tiktok. you stumbled across the "we listen and we donât judge" trend and couldn't resist showing him.
âamour, look at this. we should try it.â
he looked up from the keys, a playful grin on his face. âwhat is it? another tiktok trend iâll regret?â
you showed him the video. âitâs a confession game. we take turns sharing things weâve kept secret, and the other person canât judge. we listen and we donât judge.â
he raised an eyebrow. âyou know iâm already regretting this, right mon amour?â
you laughed. âdonât be dramatic. we listen and we donât judge.â
âalright, alright,â he said, stretching. âi'll go firstâŠwe listen, and we donât judge⊠i used all your shampoo in the shower once, and when i realized it was nearly empty, i just told you it was already like that, so i threw it out while i was cleaning.â
you blinked, looking surprised. âcharles! and you didn't even buy more!â
charles laughed. âat least i put it in the recycling, right?â
âno judgmentâŠi guess." you chuckled, shaking your head. "alright, your my. but iâm keeping track of this, and i'm checking how much shampoo is left every time i get in the shower!â
you take a deep breath before giving him a cheeky grin, âokay, we listen, and we donât judge⊠when i told you i knew how to cook that fancy dinner, i was actually watching youtube tutorials the whole time. i burnt it twice, so i just pretended i forgot and ordered something instead.â
charles burst out laughing. âi knew it! it tasted too good to be true. so, youâve been secretly lying to me this whole time?â
you shrugged innocently. âwe listen, we donât judge.â
he raised his hands in surrender. âfine, no judgment.â
then, he leaned in a little closer, his grin turning slightly mischievous. âokay, last one, but donât judge, alright amour? i⊠sometimes fantasize about you in that dress you wore the other night⊠and how itâd look when youââ
âshut up, charles!â you cut him off, quickly throwing a pillow at him. âdonât say that out loud!â
charles just laughed harder, hands up in defense. âwhat? you said we listen and we donât judge!â
âi didnât say you could be that honest!â you shot back, laughing as you tried to grab the pillow back.
he grabbed it first, pulling you closer and holding you in his arms. âyouâre lucky i love you, even when youâre stealing my shampoo.â
you grinned, leaning your forehead against his. âyouâre lucky i love you, even when you make me blush with your terrible flirting.â
charles winked. âiâll take that as a compliment.â
Êă»lando norris
you and lando were sprawled on the couch, both scrolling through tiktok when you came across the âwe listen and we donât judgeâ trend. you smirked, nudging him.
âhey, this looks fun. we should do it,â you said.
lando glanced at the screen, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. âoh, iâm so in. iâve got a few things iâve been meaning to get off my chest.â
you laughed, knowing this could get interesting. âalright, we listen, and we donât judge.â
lando immediately sat up straighter, ready to spill. âokay, okay. iâve got one. we listen, and we donât judge⊠iâve been telling you iâm really good at making spaghetti, but the truth is, i just pour sauce over it and hope for the best. i donât actually know how to cook it properly.â
you stared at him. âwait, youâve been lying about being a chef this whole time?â
lando shrugs, looking way too proud of himself. âhey, it works. you still like it, donât you?â
you couldnât help but laugh. âi donât even know what to say to that. youâre like a pasta fraud.â
he leaned back, looking smug. âiâve never been caught, so itâs all good.â
âalright, my turn,â you said, smirking. âwe listen, and we donât judge⊠i once accidentally ate all your leftover pizza and just left the box in the fridge like nothing happened. i thought you wouldnât notice.â
landoâs eyes widened. ânoooooo, you didnât! you ate the pizza and didnât even say anything?â
you nodded, trying not to laugh. âyep. i was hungry.â
he rubbed his temples. âthis is worse than the spaghetti. at least i knew what i was doing with that!â
âhey, we donât judge,â you shot back.
lando paused, looking like he was trying to think of something equally embarrassing to share. âalright, alright. this oneâs a good one. we listen, and we donât judge⊠sometimes when iâm on facetime with you, i donât really pay attention. i just let you talk while iâm scrolling through instagram or playing games. but iâm good at pretending like iâm listening.â
you stared at him, wide-eyed. âwhat? no way. so all those times i thought you were listening to me, you were justâwhat? ignoring me?â
he winced, shrugging. âi mean, yeah. but i still love you, i promise! iâm just multitasking.â
âlando!â you threw a pillow at him. âi canât believe you! thatâs a whole new level of rude.â
he ducked, still laughing. âwe listen, and we donât judge!â
you rolled your eyes. âyeah, well, iâm judging. big time.â
then you paused, smirking. âfine. one more. we listen, and we donât judge⊠i once tried to sneakily eat all your chocolate bars, but i was so obvious about it that you caught me before i even finished.â
lando couldnât help but laugh. âwhat?! you didnât even hide it well?â
you shrugged. âi panicked, okay? i thought i could get away with it.â
âi canât with you,â he said, shaking his head in disbelief. âyouâre lucky i love you, even though youâre a snack thief and a liar.â
you grinned. âiâm lucky you love me, even though you canât even cook spaghetti properly.â
he smirked. âyouâre lucky i still cook for you, pizza thief.â
Êă»oscar piastri
you and oscar were curled up on the sofa in your shared apartment, mindlessly scrolling through tiktok. a video popped up showcasing the "we listen and we don't judge" trend, and you nudged oscar with your elbow.
"hey, this looks fun," you said, grinning. "we should do it."
oscar, his eyes still glued to his phone, shrugged. "sure, why not?" he replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "though i can't imagine having any confessions that are that scandalous."
"oh, you'd be surprised," you teased, raising an eyebrow. "everyone has secrets, oscar."
he chuckled, finally tearing his gaze away from the screen. "alright, let's do it. we listen, and we don't judge."
you took a deep breath, a mischievous glint in your eye. "okay, here goes. we listen, and we don't judge⊠i may have 'accidentally' shrunk your favorite mclaren hoodie in the wash. like, significantly."
oscar's eyes widened in horror. "you what?!" he exclaimed, leaping off the couch to inspect the damage. "not the hoodie with the papaya stripe! that was vintage!"
you winced, trying to hide your amusement. "it was an accident! i swear! i must have mixed up the settings on the washing machine."
he held up the shrunken garment, now more suitable for a toddler than a formula 1 driver. "y/n, this looks like something a chihuahua would wear!"
you burst out laughing. "okay, okay, i messed up. but hey, maybe it'll make a comeback as a crop top?" you joked, trying to lighten the mood.
oscar sighed, but a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "alright, alright. my turn. we listen, and we don't judge⊠i may have accidentally reversed your car into the mailbox last week."
your jaw dropped. "what?! the mailbox that's now leaning at a 45-degree angle? that was you?!"
he cringed. "yeah, about that⊠i was in a bit of a rush, and i may have misjudged the distance."
"misjudged the distance?" you repeated incredulously. "oscar, you're a formula 1 driver! you judge distances for a living!"
he shrugged sheepishly. "everyone makes mistakes, okay? besides, it's not like i crashed an actual race car."
you shook your head, still in disbelief. "this is unbelievable. what's next, are you going to admit you can't actually cook?"
oscar's eyes widened, and he quickly changed the subject. "okay, your turn! let's hear another confession."
you smirked, knowing you had him on the ropes. "alright, fine. we listen, and we don't judge⊠i may have pretended to like your favorite band just to impress you when we first started dating."
he gasped dramatically. "you mean you don't actually enjoy listening to that obscure australian rock band?"
you cringed. "okay, maybe 'enjoy' is a strong word. but i've grown to appreciate them⊠sort of."
oscar burst out laughing. "this is too good! i can't believe you've been faking it this whole time!"
you playfully punched his arm. "hey, at least i tried! besides, it's not like you haven't exaggerated your cooking skills."
he grinned, pulling you closer. "touché. well, i guess we're both full of surprises."
you snuggled into his side, still chuckling. "yeah, i guess we are. but hey, at least we can be honest with each other, right?"
"absolutely," he agreed, kissing your forehead. "we listen, and we don't judge⊠mostly."
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Summary: lando and ynâs relationship through other peopleâs eyes
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carlos
carlos had known lando since he was nineteen. being teammates with him made carlos realise that they had a lot of common interests, and their sense of humour matched, and in the blink of an eye, lando had become one of carlos' best friends. there wasn't a day that went by without carlos or lando talking to each other, and there wasn't a day that went by without the two learning something new about each other.
carlos prided himself on the fact that he could read lando pretty well. y/n was lando's age and had joined mclaren as part of their hospitality intern. she was not supposed to have much interaction with the drivers, especially considering that she was an intern. her main jobs on some days was to make coffee runs.
fortunately, the coffee runs were what brought lando and y/n closer.
"coffee for you, mr sainz, and coffee for you, mr norris," she had said when she put two cups down in front of them.
carlos had watched as lando was about to make a joke but seemed lost as he stared at the woman and then back at the cup, and back at the woman.
he decided to be a good friend in that moment and save the awestruck boy, "unfortunately, lando doesn't have coffee. he only likes milk. he's still a little boy,"
y/n had laughed, and carlos had watched again with a smirk as lando stared at her with the biggest smile on his face. "i'll be back with a glass of milk then,"
it had become a running joke between the three of them, and soon she had started accompanying them to races as well. in the two years that she had interned with mclaren, she had spoken to almost driver on the grid, and carlos had watched how y/n and lando had slowly become friends. though, friends would be a more appropriate word instead of saying 'lando followed her around and just stood behind her, lost in his daydreams while she spoke to the drivers'.
carlos had watched how lando was always including her in conversations where she stood near the wall, how he pushed her to give her opinion. he had watched how lando slowly helped her build her confidence as she began to become more sure of herself and her abilities.
carlos had also watched how she was always the first one to tell lando that he had done a good job. she sat with him whenever he reviewed all the places he went wrong and had to be better at. she helped him understand the right places for making jokes, and the kind of jokes. he had watched how y/n had slowly helped build lando's confidence.
carlos and lando had a similar humour, but he found very quickly that lando and y/n's humour were exactly the same. they had inside jokes and eyes that laughed every time they looked at each other. they had soft touches and fingers that always grasped the air in the end.
the night of one of the races, when people had left, and only a few were remaining, carlos had been looking for lando to tell him about the golfing range that they could try out during the two weekends they had free. he had walked around looking his friend, even calling out his name. eventually, he found him sitting on the curb of the track with y/n.
they had their masks off, and were sitting close to each other. considering that they were the only two people around, carlos had not reminded the two to wear their masks.
the two had been laughing and giggling and leaning, and carlos walked a little closer to listen to what they were talking about.
"what'cha gonna do for the next two weeks?" lando had asked. it was quiet, and they were quieter, but carlos could still hear them.
"actually, i've been so excited to tell you about it! so, you know how i joined mclaren as an intern, and well, i'm still at a beginner level because i told you that i didn't want to do this forever?" she had seemed excited.
lando had only nodded, still staring at her. it made carlos wonder if lando was actually listening to what was being said.
"so, i've been doing some research, because i finally figured out what i'm going to do with my life. my parents only let me do this because i was interested in formula one, and i wanted a break after high school. though, admittedly, the break was supposed to be just a gap year, ended up being two-three years, but that's fine-"
y/n was cut off, because lando had finally gotten the courage and kissed her. carlos' mouth fell open. lando had confided in him about his crush on y/n, but carlos knew long before that. hell, carlos had known from the very first moment possible.
she had kissed him back, and carlos turned around with a smile on his face as he gave them some privacy.
just as he was leaving, he heard y/n's voice sounding heartbroken, and stopped short.
"lan, i'm going back to university. that's what i wanted to tell you."
"what?"
"i was talking to the drivers the other day about their childhood and what they faced, what you went through. max with his dad, lewis with the bullying, all of that. i realised then that i wanted to study child psychology. i want to be a child psychologist."
"oh. so, when are you leaving?"
"i gave my resignation letter this morning. i found a good university in london too. i applied a while back, and i got in."
"you got in."
"i got in, lan!" she was trying to be excited, carlos knew.
"that's amazing, y/n, congratulations,"
carlos turned around to peek, just a little bit, and saw the two embracing. he watched as lando tried to hide his tears, and y/n, who couldn't stop smiling. he watched as lando found his eyes, and carlos didn't know what to do in that moment.
"it doesn't have to change anything. i mean, i know i won't be there for race weekends and at the mtc and stuff, but i'm here for you." y/n said.
the two pulled back. y/n frowned at the tears on lando's face, and gently wiped them off. carlos feared what was going to happen to their friendship now.
"and, i mean, if the kiss wasn't a fluke, i'd like it again. and maybe every time i see you next?" y/n said, smiling, hoping, and carlos sighed in relief. yeah, the kids were going to be okay.
he could hear lando laughing as he walked back inside. lando was going to marry y/n, carlos could bet his life on it.
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daniel
when daniel had joined mclaren, there was one thing that he saw and was sure of right from the first day: no one could handle lando norris like y/n y/l/n.
he had spoken to her, and was good acquaintances with her. he knew that she had been working with mclaren for a year. lando and y/n seemed to be better friends than lando and carlos were, and that was a tough duo to break.
daniel felt awkward with lando at first. the two had barely anything in common, and combine it with their ten year age gap, it felt almost impossible to bond with the boy over something. both of them felt awkward at first, and both of them knew it.
y/n was perceptive, though, daniel had to agree. she had forced lando and daniel into a room and gave them an hour. that did wonders for the new teammates, because by the end of it, they had become so much more comfortable with each other and just couldn't stop laughing.
that was when daniel started noticing more about lando and y/n's friendship. the way that she was always the first one there to congratulate him, and the last person he saw before he left the garage for a race. the way that he always looked for her, even when he was working.
at first, daniel couldn't understand the impact that a young 20 year old woman could have on a young 20 year old man. their lives were just starting, yet somehow, with them, it felt like their lives had reached the stage of contentment with each other.
when lando first launched quadrant, daniel had watched how y/n had surprised him with wearing the merch and proudly showing it off. he had watched and smiled at how lando had gotten so excited, he had picked her up as he cheered, "you're wearing quadrant! you're wearing my merch!"
she was there for all of the races at first, in the mclaren uniform. daniel had watched how she would talk to him before every race. daniel didn't know what they were talking about, but it always had a laugh and it always ended up with a hug. he honestly thought that y/n was a witch, with the way she could calm down the hyperactive boy. no one that daniel had seen had that effect on lando the way y/n did.
and then, after a point, y/n stopped coming to races. and, daniel wondered if lando and her had had a falling out. he didn't know if he should approach his teammate about it, because it could be a sensitive topic.
two races gone by, and y/n hadn't come. lando had looked upset during those weekends, and he always disappeared right before the race and right after. after one particular race, daniel decided to suck it up and ask.
"why doesn't y/n come anymore?" he blurted out. it wasn't the way he wanted to go about it.
lando smiled softly, and daniel wasn't sure what that smile meant, "she quit. she went back to studying. goes to a university in london."
daniel didn't know that.
"are you guys still in touch?" daniel tried to be as casual as possible, but he wasn't sure if he was doing a good job.
lando's smile got bigger, and daniel took it as a good sign, "yeah, we're in touch. we talk before and after races, and pretty much any time that we're free,"
"that's good to hear," the conversation had ended there.
daniel now knew what his teammate did before and after races when he disappeared.
the silverstone race was when he had finally seen y/n again. lando hadn't seen her yet, and y/n had looked jittery. spotting her, daniel approached her.
"hey, i haven't seen you in so long!" daniel exclaimed.
the two hugged briefly, "oh my god, it's so good to see you! i've just been so busy with uni. finally a race that i could attend,"
"missed us, did you?" daniel teased.
"so so so much," y/n said, and the two laughed.
daniel watched from over y/n's head as lando, who had initially been talking to one of his mechanics pause and turn around, as if he had heard her laugh. daniel continued his conversation with y/n, while also watching lando's reaction. he was looking around, a frown on his face. if daniel had to compare lando's reaction to something, it would be to a dog who could suddenly sniff his favourite treat from somewhere.
just as y/n was about to say something, daniel watched lando finally spotting her in her ln4 merch, before practically screaming, "y/n!"
y/n turned, her eyes lighting up, and lando ran from the other side, dodging people. daniel took a few steps back, wanting to give the two friends some space.
lando's arms had immediately wrapped around her waist, and he picked her up. his face was buried in her neck, and all he said was her name. okay, friends definitely did not hug like that.
pulling back from the hug, lando kissed her. daniel's mouth fell open in shock. y/n had kissed him back, before she pulled away, laughing. lando put her down on the floor again, and pressed kisses all over her face, whispering in between, "you're here, you're here, you're actually here, i'm so happy right now,"
noticing a cameraman approaching, daniel softly said, "cameras, guys,"
taking a deep breath, lando took a step back, folding his arms, "thanks, dan,"
"no problem. now, wanna tell me what's going on here?" his teasing tone only made the two grin bigger.
"we started dating my last night in mclaren," y/n said softly.
"i bet lando cried. finally kissed a girl, didn't you?"
"i did actually cry," lando said, and the three laughed.
kyle, lando's mechanic called out, and daniel bid goodbyes to lando and y/n. he turned heading back, looking back just once to see lando's arm across y/n's shoulders, and y/n's arm circling his waist as they walked to where kyle was.
daniel hadn't seen lando look that happy since y/n had stopped coming for races. something about him had changed. he looked more confident and pleased. he looked as if he could hold the world on his shoulders if he wanted to.
his confidence was seen on the track as well. despite losing two places, lando was happier than most, and daniel knew that just the presence of y/n could have that effect on him.
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max f
max remembered the day lando had called him, excited to tell him about a girl he had met and how carlos, she, and lando had joked around, and how beautiful her laugh was.
he remembered the blush on lando's cheeks and how excited he was. he denied liking her at that time, but no one ever called their best friend to talk about a woman for forty five minutes just to later claim that he didn't have a crush on her.
max had been apprehensive of the woman at first. lando was new to formula one, and he was bound to get famous. from what lando had told max, she was an intern, the same age as them. lando was a trusting fellow, and max felt the need to look out for his friend.
the first time lando had introduced y/n and max to each other, the two were just friends. though, the first meeting proved that max had no reason to be worried. y/n was quick with her witty responses like lando always was. she put up a good fight every time. their banter was entertaining, and y/n knew just how to keep lando on his toes.
they understood each other quite well too. max remembered when after a particularly bad race, the two were on a facetime call, where lando was explaining all that he could have done better, and max giving his inputs. their conversation had been interrupted when a knock on lando's hotel room was heard.
"might be carlos," lando had mumbled, before leaving max on his bed, staring at the ceiling. max could still hear everything, though.
"carlos, i don't feel like-" he heard lando's voice cut off.
"surprise!" a woman's voice, y/n's, was heard.
"what are you doing here?" lando had asked.
"well, i read somewhere that cookies and brownies fixed everything. but, i couldn't find enough ingredients for one particular thing, so i made brookies!" her voice was louder, and max assumed that she had entered the room.
suddenly he saw her face pop up on the phone, "hi max!"
"hey, y/n!" max waved at her.
"you baked me something?"
"uh huh. your flight isn't till nine, and i thought that i could help you pack since you're terrible at it, and max, you and me could listen to music and dance around and eat brookies!"
they had done exactly that, y/n and lando trying their best to include max in all their conversations as well. they jumped around, laughed, and ate brookies throughout. max yelled at lando to save some for him, but lando had pretended to not hear, and then y/n had promised to make more for him. lando was smiling again, and even though max knew that he still felt bitter about the race, it had distracted him.
it was silent for a few seconds, only the music playing, when max checked what was going on. he stopped himself from saying anything when he saw lando and y/n locked in a hug. his face was buried in her neck, and her fingers were in his hair. max didn't know what either of them were saying, but lando had a tight grip on her, his knuckles turning white, and y/n just held him.
max knew their relationship would change soon.
and it had.
after the two had gotten together, lando began coming to london more often, even if it was to spend time with y/n. he invited y/n everywhere, whether they went for quadrant shoots, or meeting new people for new business partnerships.
she would come with her textbooks and her laptop, insisting on studying while they did their thing. for the most part, she did study. during the plane ride to wherever they were going, lando and y/n would sit side by side, sharing wired earphones, listening to music while y/n studied. lando would usually stare at her, or play with her hair. during shoots, y/n would be just as enthusiastic as lando, always pushing him for new ideas.
she trusted him insanely too. any time he would drive at a speed that even scared him, max had seen the way y/n would be carefree, throwing her arms in the air and enjoying the wind.
y/n would even help out with designing lando's helmets. the two had a connection that max didn't understand that well. they brought out the best in each other and knew just how to handle the worst too.
max had seen lando more worried about whether y/n had eaten during exam season than he generally was about himself. max had seen lando care for something other than racing and quadrant. it was new and refreshing, and max knew it was a forever kind of deal.
it always was a forever kind of deal with lando and y/n.
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alex and george
alex and george had sort-of grown up with lando. they had raced each other in f2, and had become quick friends. lando used to look upto alex and george, and the boys knew about it.
they had known lando well when he was a young boy, had seen the way he drove, the way he acted, the way he was in general. they had seen his cocky attitude, and as much of a show he put up in front of the media, they knew that he looked upto almost driver that were on the grid as he tried to make a place for himself in between them.
they had seen how low his confidence was, despite being outgoing and getting along with almost everyone he met. he had been their topic of conversation many times, with the two trying to figure out how they could be there for their friend.
it had helped that lando had found a true friend in carlos, and then daniel. it had changed lando, a positive change that both, alex and george were incredibly happy to see. he still blamed himself after races, but carlos, a veteran, reassuring lando had had a greater effect than george and alex. the two men understood why. they had the same amount of experience in formula one as lando, so trying to convince him that he had done a good job wasn't as effective.
lando had really changed, though, after he met y/n. y/n was outgoing, like lando, and she could talk a mile a minute. she seemed to really give max competition when it came to yapping. but, the best thing that she ever did was make lando smile more often. george and alex were grateful for that.
y/n had a way of correcting lando or telling him new information without making him feel dumb. george and alex knew how insecure lando was for never finishing his schooling, unlike oscar. it was a shock to alex and george when lando told them random facts throughout the day. it was a good kind of shock, but a shock nonetheless. they knew almost immediately that it was the work of y/n.
lando had always been humble. online, he was arrogant. but, he knew what he needed to work on, he knew everything he could about his, and he always wanted to know more. george and alex had often teased him about leaving the last on saturdays after the qualifying session.
but, y/n had stayed with him, had encouraged him, and had showed him that even if he failed, he was still good enough. y/n showed him that even if he lost ten positions, he was still good enough as a driver, and as a racer. he deserved to be in f1, something that a lot of people, including george and alex agreed on.
over the years, lando had gotten good at saying what was expected of him. it was often things that he would go and directly tell people to their faces, but always play it off with the media. lando never forgot to remind alex and george how much he respected them, even if they told them in private. they knew that that was lando's way of making sure that they knew he was being sincere.
the world didn't understand it as much, and the media loved to twist all of their words. so, y/n helped him understand. and, y/n helped him grow. and, even though lando was always a good person, y/n made him better everyday.
alex and george often spoke about the difference five years, six years had made in lando. and they could agree that lando was still the same person, but just a little more grown up and a little more focused. it was his own doing, with some help from y/n.
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max v
padel with lando was one of his favourite things to do. lando was competitive, and he made jokes, and he was arrogant and deprecating, and somehow all of it just fit well.
they had a weekend free before the next race, and what better way could there have been than to participate in another sport with the same person who was the contender for the world driver's championship?
they had played for hours, and after the two had completely exhausted themselves, lando invited max over to his apartment for lunch. agreeing, max texted kelly about his lunch plans with lando, and the two drove to lando's apartment their individual cars.
parking, the two went up the elevator, laughing and giggling and gossiping on their way over. just as lando was about to unlock his front door, he paused and turned to max.
"my girlfriend is a little mad at me right now. i kinda paid off part of her university tuition and i didn't tell her, and now she found out, and i'm basically-"
"-fucked. you're basically fucked."
lando opened his mouth to retaliate, but agreed with max. he was fucked.
unlocking the door, lando called out, "babe, we're home!"
y/n appeared from the hallway, "hi, max! how was padel?"
max watched as lando moved towards her with his arms open, almost like a routine of when he comes back home, but y/n dodged his hands and stepped away. lando looked like a puppy who had gotten kicked, and as much as max wanted to laugh at the expression, he did feel a little bad for his friend.
"hey! um, padel was good. i beat lando, 5 games out of 8," he said.
y/n laughed, "that's wonderful. i'll get your lunch set up, so why don't you relax?"
she still hadn't said a word to lando, and as she turned to head towards the kitchen, he watched as lando followed her like a dog on a leash.
max settled on the couch, and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. he tried not to listen, to not eavesdrop on his friend's very private conversation. but they were loud, so technically, it wasn't his fault.
"baby, i'm sorry, i was trying to help!" lando's urgent voice could be heard. he was speaking softly, but in the quiet house, it was still loud enough for max to hear.
"helping means washing the dishes or getting me supplies for my exams! helping does not mean paying off my tuition!" y/n's hushed whisper came next. she was angry.
"but, why can't i just pay for the tuition? i've got the money, you and i are going to end up married anyways! what's mine is yours!" max had to admit, this was probably the first time he had heard lando so sure on marrying someone.
"exactly! you've got the money. not me. lando, i need to be able to survive on my own, and my tuition is my problem. not yours."
"you are surviving on your own! just 'cause i'm here doesn't mean that you can't lean on me for stuff!"
max heard y/n let out a groan of frustration, "i'm not as rich as you are, lando. i'm not a celebrity or a model, i don't have the money. i'm studying to be a child psychologist. this is my future, and my college, including my tuition fees, is my responsibility."
"yeah, well, you are my future. so, you're my responsibility, and that includes your college and your tuition fees and literally everything else in the world." max smiled. maybe lando would not have to sleep on the couch tonight.
it was quiet for a few seconds, the only sound came from the sizzling of the pan.
"darling, i'm sorry i paid your tuition fees without asking or telling you first. you were stressed out about it the other day, and you were telling me how you would have to take extra shifts at the diner, and i just thought that if i have the money for it, why can't i just get rid of that stress of yours? i really just wanted to help, nothing else." lando's voice was soft, and max strained his ears to listen.
"i feel like i'm taking advantage of you," y/n whispered softly. why were they talking so quietly? max couldn't hear a thing properly.
"advantage of me? love, no. you deserve so much more than what i can offer you. i hate that i have to be away for so long because of my job, but you've never complained and you've always supported me. sometimes i'm scared that i'm not showing you just how much i love you,"
"that's why you paid off my tuition. 'cause you wanted to prove that you love me, but you couldn't figure out how to open your mouth and say it to me,"
lando laughed. that was a good sign. it was silent again. maybe they were hugging? max wished he had a visual as well. and some popcorn.
"forgive me?" lando asked softly.
"only if you have ramen with me tonight, and watch tangled with me again,"
he expected lando to groan. he had listened to lando rant about how the movie was ingrained in his brain and how the songs were stuck in his head constantly because of his girlfriend's obsession with the movie.
"deal. i love you," lando said.
"i love you more,"
"not possible,"
"watch me,"
max smiled. lando was not sleeping on the couch tonight, that's for sure.
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oscar
there was time before the first practice race was supposed to start. oscar sat on his side of the garage, but was quickly getting bored. the mechanics and the race engineers were talking and discussing, and oscar really tried to listen to them and participate in the conversation, but all he wanted to do was go out and drive.
sighing, oscar decided to find lando. if there was anyone who could distract him, it was lando. moving over to his garage, oscar looked for lando, and found him standing with his race engineer, will. the two were in deep conversation about something. lando's shoulders were tense, and his fingers were digging into his arms as he had them crossed across his chest.
oscar sighed. he probably shouldn't disturb him, then. it looked like they were talking about something important, and it's not like oscar had anything specific in mind when he came to find lando. he just wanted a distraction and laugh about something, anything.
just as he turned to go back to his side of the garage again, oscar saw y/n. he smiled, and was about to walk over to her so that he could at least strike a conversation with her.
oscar and y/n were good friends. they had a lot of similar interests and often spoke or hung out outside of lando. lily and y/n also got along really well, and that was just another pro in his list.
just as he was about to go talk to y/n, he stopped short, as he watched her open her bag and rummage through it. the paddock pass was hanging from her neck, and the orange cap she wore almost made her invisible to the media.
finally pulling out, what he assumed was a fan, he watched as y/n weaved her way through the crowd and stood behind lando, who was still in a deep conversation with will.
oscar worried for a second. he knew lando well, and he knew y/n well. he knew that lando hated to be disturbed when he was working or when he was focused on something, especially if it was related to improving his performance. he also knew that while y/n always meant well, sometimes, she couldn't figure out the right timings for things. while oscar knew that lando would not yell at her or anything, he still worried that lando would accidentally say something in the heat of the moment that he would regret later, but it would inevitably hurt y/n. she was sensitive and she felt too much for everyone. he didn't want y/n to be hurt.
he stayed still, though. he wasn't sure if it was his place to interfere. it wasn't his relationship, and he was friends with both of them. so, he stayed where he was, and he watched.
he watched as y/n stood behind lando. he watched as will noticed her, smiling just slightly, before turning his attention back to lando. he watched as lando didn't seem to notice that.
he moved a little closer, just so he could make out a little bit of what they were saying.
he watched as y/n started fanning lando, a mischievous grin on her face. he watched as lando's shoulders sagged in relief from the cool air, and then watched him tense up. he watched as lando turned around, wanting to find out where the cool air was coming from, and was met with y/n and her fan.
the couple were laughing now, and lando hooked an arm around her waist and trapped her against him. oscar could see both of y/n's arms against lando's chest as she leaned back to look at him, her hand still clutching the fan.
he watched as the two spoke, far too softly for oscar to hear them. but he saw the smiles on their faces, and the love in their eyes. the fans called him oscar "heart eyes" piastri whenever he looked at lando. if the fans saw lando and y/n right now, "heart eyes" would be an understatement.
he watched as lando pressed a kiss to her lips, and he watched as y/n tucked herself against his chest. he watched as lando and will got back to their conversation. lando's hands were running up and down her back, and oscar watched as lando's shoulders relaxed, and how he wasn't grinding his teeth anymore, and how all the tension that he seemed to keep in his body almost all the time melted away.
in that moment, oscar realised that the things he knew about his teammate/friend and his friend, they knew it better. they knew each other better, and they were stronger like that.
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i may have messed up the timeline a bit somewhere in the start. but, this is one of my favourites that i've ever written! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)
#f1#formula 1#lando norris#formula one#ln4#max verstappen#carlos sainz#oscar piastri#daniel ricciardo#alex albon#george russell#max fewtrell#f1 imagine#lando norris imagine#lando norris fluff#lando x reader#lando norris x reader#lando norris fanfic#lando norris x you
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The Kinktober 2024 Masterlist
â Formula 1 after dark đ
Day 1 â Cockwarming đ Toto Wolff
Day 2 â Chastity đ Max Verstappen
Day 3 â Oral Fixation đ Charles Leclerc
Day 4 â Bruise Marking đ Lando Norris
Day 5 â Size Difference đ Oscar Piastri
Day 6 â Daddy Kink đ Carlos Sainz
Day 7 â Virginity Loss đ Toto Wolff
Day 8 â Breeding Kink đ Max Verstappen
Day 9 â Overstimulation đ Charles Leclerc
Day 10 â Exhibitionism đ Kimi RĂ€ikkönen
Day 11 â Sex Pollen đ Max Verstappen
Day 12 â Mirror Sex đ Oscar Piastri
Day 13 â Temperature Play đ Charles Leclerc
Day 14 â Innocence Play đ Lewis Hamilton
Day 15 â Thigh Riding đ Max Verstappen
Day 16 â Remote-Controlled Vibrator đ Jenson Button
Day 17 â Lactation Kink đ Lando Norris
Day 18 â Praise Kink đ Charles Leclerc
Day 19 â Spreader Bar đ Toto Wolff
Day 20 â Menthol Cream đ Oscar Piastri
Day 21 â Anal đ Lando Norris
Day 22 â Bedding Ceremony đ Charles Leclerc
Day 23 â Consensual Non-Consent đ Max Verstappen
Day 24 â Piercing đ Toto Wolff
Day 25 â Monsterfucking đ Carlos Sainz
Day 26 â Cum Marking đ Charles Leclerc
Day 27 â Hunter/Prey đ Max Verstappen
Day 28 â A/B/O đ Oscar Piastri
Day 29 â BDSM đ Toto Wolff
Day 30 â Innocence Kink đ Lando Norris
Day 31 â Mind Break đ Charles Leclerc
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little bitch - cs55
summary: yn piastri and carlos sainz absolutely hate each other. carlos thinks sheâs immature, yn calls him a little bitch on social media. they also kiss every now and then. PART TWO
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"You didn't have to tweet that," Oscar said, giving you a look from his seat.
You were currently traveling from Belgium to Monaco in McLaren's private jet after the race weekend, and the main topic of the day was your little message to Carlos Sainz after his statement about your brother.
"Osc, he's being a petty bitch," you shrugged, "He keeps blaming you for what happened on the track and we all know it was his fault."
"Lando, can you help me out please?" Oscar looked at his teammate, who was immersed on his phone as a way to avoid the conversation.
"Oh no, don't put me in the middle of this," Lando shook his head, "I have enough PR issues myself."
"We know you're siding with your bestie anyways," you said, making him roll his eyes.
This dynamic was nothing new. Lando and Carlos Sainz were best friends, and so were Lando and you. The issue? You couldn't stand Carlos at all, and Lando was always in the middle of your bickering.
Oscar sighed, rubbing his temples as he glanced out of the window. "Look, I appreciate you standing up for me, but sometimes it's better to let things slide. Engaging with him on social media only adds fuel to the fire."
He had a point. Deep down you knew it, however, your were short tempered and protective towards your loved ones, so it was natural that you took the chance to come for Sainz's neck when he gave you a reason to.
"I get it, Osc. I just can't stand seeing him drag your name through the mud when you're not even at fault," you stressed, "You're my little brother, I'll always get protective, you know?"
"I know, and I appreciate you having my back," Oscar said, softening his tone. "But it's not worth it. Like you said, I'm not engaging with whatever he's saying so there's no point of starting stuff."
"He started it, I'm just finishing it," you shrugged, and Oscar gave you a pointed look, you were older than him, but he was definitely more mature than you. "Fine, I'll try to hold back next time," you sighed, leaning back in your seat.
Lando finally looked up from his phone, a smirk on his face. "See, that wasn't too hard, was it? Now, can we all be friends?"
"If that includes Sainz then no, we can't,"
You could never be friends with Carlos Sainz. That was literally impossible.
For starters, you were pretty sure he didn't even know your name, he was always too full of himself to even acknowledge those around him.
And lastly, he was a bitch to your brother on and off track.
"I just, I would really like for you two to get along," Lando said and you immediately rolled your eyes at his words, "You're both important to me, and it sucks being caught in the middle. Plus I don't even understand why do you dislike him so much."
You knew the real reason why you disliked him so much, you perfectly did. However, that was a subject that you decided to ignore every single time.
"Honestly? I find him arrogant. He always acts like he's the center of the universe. He never takes responsibility for his actions and always tries to shift the blame onto others. It's frustrating to watch."
Lando sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I get it, but you have to understand, Carlos is actually a good guy once you get to know him. He's passionate and competitive, sure, but he's also loyal and a great friend."
"I get that he's like your hero or something," you teased, "But it's not going to happen, Lando. I don't think I'll ever like Carlos, and I really wish youâd stop pushing the subject."
"Look, you don't have to be his best friend or something," Oscar intervened, "Just promise me you won't punch him when you see him in the paddock after the summer break."
"No promises."
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Going to Jimmy'z the last day of the summer break was a tradition among the drivers at this point.
You looked forward to it, for you, nothing could beat a night of loud music, drinks and friends. You thought that was the reason you got along with Lando and quickly became best friends.
âReady to tear up the dance floor?â Lando shouted over the music, giving you smirk
âAlways!â you replied, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the center of the action, Oscar and Lily being their introvert selves decided to stay at the table with some of your friends.
After a few songs, you returned to the table to catch your breath and order another round of drinks.
Oscar looked up from his conversation with Lily and smiled as you approached.
âHaving fun?â he asked.
âAbsolutely,â you replied, taking a seat next to him. âYou two should join us on the dance floor.â
Lily laughed softly. âMaybe later. Right now, weâre enjoying people-watching.â
âSuit yourselves,â you said, shrugging, "I'm going to the bar, does anyone want anything?"
Oscar shook his head. "No, thanks. I'm good."
"I'll have another gin and tonic," Lily said, giving you a warm smile.
"Got it," you replied, turning towards the bar.
As you made your way through the crowded club, you found an open spot at the bar and flagged down the bartender. As you waited for your drinks, you felt someone step up beside you. Glancing to your left, you saw the last person you wanted to run into tonight... or ever.
Carlos Sainz was standing there with what you called his "resting bitch face" and acting like he owned the place.
You knew chances of him being at Jimmy'z for the last day of the summer break were high and you had decided earlier that you were just going to ignore him for the night if you ever ran into him. After all, you were there to have fun, not to get into a confrontation. But you were known for being short-tempered, a stark contrast to your brother's laid-back demeanor.
When you heard Carlos order his drink without so much as a âplease,â you couldn't help but call him out.
"Whiskey, neat," he ordered, his tone clipped and lacking any form of politeness, his Spanish accent that you found absolutely irritating coming through.
âA 'please' would be nice, you know,â you interjected.
Carlos turned to you, his brow furrowing. âExcuse me?â
âYou heard me,â you replied coolly. âIt's not hard to be polite.â
"Do I know you?" Carlos stared at you for a moment before recognition dawned. âOh you're Piastri's sister, aren't you?â
âThat I am,â you confirmed, your tone equally cold.
âFigures," Carlos scoffed, shaking his head, "Youâre the one who sent me that lovely message on Twitter.â
âYou deserved every word,â you replied, crossing your arms.
âDid I now?â Carlos leaned closer, his expression hardening. âYou don't even know the whole story. You just assume I'm the bad guy because of Oscar."
âI know enough,â you shot back. âI know you never take responsibility for your actions. You always blame someone else.â
âAnd what about you?," Carlosâs jaw tightened, "Hiding behind your keyboard, throwing insults. That's real mature.â
âSomeone had to say it,â you replied, refusing to back down. âYou can't just go around acting like you're untouchable.â
âAnd you can't go around thinking you're some kind of vigilante,â Carlos retorted. âCan't your little brother handle things himself?.â
âMaybe if you weren't such a jerk, people wouldn't have to call you out,â you snapped, feeling your temper flare.
Carlos sighed, clearly frustrated. âLook, I don't have time for this. Just stay out of my way, alright?â
âGladly,â you replied, turning away from him.
When you rejoined your friends, they noticed your tense expression. Lando shot you a questioning look, but you just shook your head.
"Ask you bestie," you simply said and Lando threw his head back in frustration, once again, he was in the middle of his two best friends tension.
âIâll talk to him," Lando said, sipping on his drink.
"Don't bother, he's a bitch."
Later that night, Lando found Carlos near the dancefloor chatting with some friends. He pulled him aside, needing to get to the bottom of the latest incident.
âWhat happened with YN now?â Lando asked, trying to keep his tone casual.
Carlos shrugged before speaking, âI was minding my own business, ordering a drink, and she just came at me."
âAnd?â Lando raised an eyebrow.
âAnd sheâs just so immature and arrogant,â Carlos continued, âSheâs always ready to pick a fight over the smallest things. Itâs embarrassing.â
Lando shook his head. âLook, Carlos, YN is protective of Oscar. She sees you two butting heads and she gets defensive. Itâs not ideal, but itâs not like sheâs completely unreasonable.â
âWell, she sure seems unreasonable to me," Carlos crossed his arms, "I donât know how you deal with it.â
Lando sighed. âSheâs my friend, and so are you. I wish you two could just get along, but I know thatâs asking a lot. Just... try to give her a bit of slack, alright? Sheâs not a bad person.â
"She's insufferable."
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The Ferrari hospitality was the last place you wanted to be during a Grand Prix, the mere thought of it being the place where Sainz (or as you liked to call him, the little bitch), was most likely to be kept you away from it.
However, Alex told you to meet her there after the Qualifying so you could leave together for dinner. Oscar and Lando already left with the rest of the team, so you had no choice but to wait for your friend.
"Looking for someone, hermosa?" your eyes immediately rolled without even turning around to see who was speaking, the thick Spanish accent that you despised filling your ears.
"Not for you, that's for sure," you said, not even bothering to face him.
"Are you sure? Because this is not the McLaren garage, did your little bro finally kick you out or something?"
"Sainz," you retorted sharply, finally turning to face him, "Shouldn't you be busy making excuses for your next mediocre performance on track?"
"Ah, always so angry, Piastri," he chuckled, unfazed by your hostility, "Maybe you're just frustrated because you're not getting enough attention. I could help with that."
"I don't need or want anything from you," you shot back, your voice laced with irritation.
Carlos leaned casually against a nearby wall, his smirk widening. "Come on, hermosa, you know you've got a temper. Maybe you just need to let off some steam."
Hermosa, the word he used often when he wanted to get to your skin. When you first heard it, you had no idea of what it meant. You were never good at learning Spanish growing up. But after a quick google translation search you found out that it meant beautiful. And for some reason you felt like throwing up.
"Believe me, Sainz, you're the last person I'd ever turn to," you replied icily, folding your arms across your chest, "And don't call me that."
He chuckled again, seemingly enjoying your discomfort. You wondered how Lando could be friends with him when he was nothing but an arrogant little bitch, and you cursed Alexandra for taking so long to get her stuff from hospitality.
"I hope you know that you have some serious issues, Sainz," you said, your patience wearing thin as his cocky stare weighted on you.
"Issues? Me?," Carlos raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by your anger, "I think you're the one with the problem, querida. Like I said, maybe you need to get laid. I could help you with that, your brother won't find out."
Your eyes narrowed, your blood boiled to the point where you could feel your skin burning up. If it wasn't for the all the people around, you swore you could've punched him.
You took a step closer to him, your voice dropping to a deadly whisper. "I hope your car sets itself on fire so you're not able to race tomorrow."
Carlos's smirk only widened, he was well aware that he got into your skin and he enjoyed every minute of it. Before he could respond, Alex finally appeared, her eyes flicking between the two of you with a mix of curiosity and concern.
"Ready to go?" she asked, sensing the tension.
"More than ready," you replied, shooting Carlos one last glare before turning to leave with Alex.
The next day, news spread quickly through the paddock that Carlos' car had suffered a mechanical failure during the warm-up, rendering him unable to compete in the Qatar Grand Prix. Meanwhile, Oscar had won the Sprint and finished P2 in the race.
Karma got that little bitch, you thought to yourself
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The end of the 2023 season was a blur of celebrations, laughter, and champagne showers. Oscar had closed off the season as the Rookie of the Year and you couldn't be more proud of him, you were grateful you got to be by his side through it.
And of course, with the end of the season a celebration at Jimmy'z was in order, all drivers, their girlfriends and friends pulling up to Monaco for one last night of partying before the winter break.
You had stuck close to Lando and Oscar for most of the evening, since it was a special occasion, you decided not to hold back with your drinking and have as much fun as you wanted, Lando being your partner in crime as always.
So by 2 a.m, you were pretty drunk, not to the point where you couldn't stand on your own feet, but drunk enough to make a couple of bad decisions.
With that thought on your mind, you decided that it was time to find your brother or best friend and call it a night. But for some reason, both of them were nowhere to be found.
Stumbling through the crowded dance floor, you made your way toward the back of the club, hoping to spot them. The alleyway was dark and you couldn't see a single thing, but they weren't definitely back there.
"Fancy seeing you here, hermosa," a voice behind drawled, almost making you jump.
"What the actual fuck!" you said, holding a hand to your chest.
Of course it was fucking Carlos Sainz, once again
"You scared the hell out of me!" you snapped, narrowing your eyes at him, "Do you hide in dark alleyways like a creep all the time?"
"Slow down, hermosa, why are you so angry all the time?" his Spanish accent was thicker than usual, a clear sign that he was as tipsy as you were.
"I'm not in the mood for your games tonight," you retorted, trying to brush past him.
"Relax, I'm not here to cause trouble," he said, blocking your path with an easy grace. "Though you do seem to find me wherever you go."
"Only because you insist on being everywhere I am," you shot back, folding your arms over your chest.
"Or maybe you just can't resist my charm," he teased, leaning casually against the wall.
"Charm? Is that what you call it?" you scoffed, "More like arrogance and an inflated ego."
"Arrogance? No. Confidence? Absolutely," he replied with a smirk, "And I think you secretly like it."
"You're delusional," you muttered, feeling the alcohol clouding your judgment. "I can't stand you."
"Is that so?" he said, stepping closer. "Because you seem pretty invested in this conversation for someone who supposedly hates me."
True
"Maybe because you won't let me leave," you said, your voice rising in frustration.
"Or maybe because you've spent the entire season trying to get my attention by being rude to me and blasting me on social media, calling me a little bitch and all."
"I was defending Oscar," you snapped. "You kept messing with him on track. Someone had to call you out."
Carlos shook his head, his cocky smirk even bigger now. "It was never about Oscar, and you know it."
"God, I hate you," you said, ready to walk away but he blocked your way one more time.
"No, you don't," he replied, a knowing smile on his lips. "You just hate that you can't help but get all hot and bothered whenever I'm around."
"You're really are such a little bitch," you spat, but even as the words left your mouth, you felt a strange thrill.
"And you're a firecracker, Piastri. That's what makes this so fun."
"You're so full of yourself," you retorted, but the words lacked their usual bite. The alcohol was making it hard to keep up your defenses, and Carlos's close proximity was doing strange things to your resolve.
"Maybe," he conceded, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "But I think you like it more than you let on."
Before you could argue back, Carlos took another step closer, his body almost pressing against yours. The tension between you crackled like electricity, and despite your best efforts, you found yourself unable to pull away.
"You're infuriating," you muttered, your heart pounding in your chest.
"And you," he said, his breath warm against your ear, "are insufferable."
Without another word, he closed the gap between you, capturing your lips in a fierce, almost desperate kiss. It was a collision of anger, frustration, and undeniable chemistry, and you couldn't help but respond in kind.
Your hands found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the soft strands as you kissed him back with equal fervor. His hands roamed down your back, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you.
What the hell was happening?
For a moment, all the animosity, all the bickering, melted away. It was messy, it was intense, and it was everything you hadn't realized you wanted.
When you finally pulled away, breathless and dazed, you could see the same mix of surprise and desire reflected in Carlos' eyes.
Before either of you could say anything, you were interrupted by Lando's voice calling out your name. You quickly stepped back, putting some distance between you and Carlos as Lando approached, a curious look on his face.
"Everything okay here?" Lando asked, glancing between the two of you.
"Just fine," you replied, giving Carlos a final, challenging look. "Just fine."
Carlos nodded, his smirk returning. "See you around, Piastri."
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2024 SEASON
Formula 1 was back and in full swing. And with that your "nepo sister" privileges, which included traveling with Oscar for races came back too.
You were excited for this season, Oscar was no longer a rookie and he had a lot to prove, and you couldn't wait to see him rise to the challenge.
In addition to that, this season was going to be extra interesting, since the news of your least favorite driver on the grid (or at least the one you swore you hated) being replaced by Lewis Hamilton in Ferrari were announced a few weeks prior.
"Did you hear the news?" Oscar asked, making his way to you.
"What news?" you replied, setting down your coffee cup.
"Lewis Hamilton is moving to Ferrari next season," Oscar said, watching your reaction closely.
Your eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what? So the little bitch is out?"
Oscar nodded. "Yeah, it's going to be an interesting season."
Carlos Sainz was both a source of irritation and inexplicable attraction. You had tried to push the memory of that kiss at Jimmy'z to the back of your mind all winter long, but you just couldn't stop thinking about it.
Plus, Lando was firm on his mission of making wither of you confess that apparently you "liked each other", which made ignoring the whole situation even harder.
You just hoped that he would keep it chill this season, not bothering either you or Oscar so you could just pretend he didn't exist.
With that thought on your mind, you made your way back to the hotel. You spent the day exploring around Bahrain with Oscar and Lando, and now you were ready to unwind in your room. The boys deciding to spend a few more hours walking around before heading back.
Once in the lobby, you stepped into the elevator, pressing the button for your floor. Just as the doors were about to close, a familiar hand slipped in, forcing them open.
Carlos Sainz stepped inside, his ever-present smirk firmly in place.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear, they say.
"Not going to say hello, querida?" he said after a few seconds of complete silence from you, leaning against the elevator wall.
"Carlos. Still popping up where you're least wanted, I see," you rolled your eyes, folding your arms over your chest.
"Missed you too, Piastri," he chuckled, pushing off the wall to stand closer you, "How was your break?"
"Great, thanks for asking," you replied coolly. "Did you enjoy yours, planning how to be a pain to other drivers this season too?"
"Is that really how you want to start our first conversation of the season?" Carlos raised an eyebrow, "I though we've left that in the past, specially after what happened at the end of last year."
You tensed at his statement. More than once during the break, you wondered if he remembered what happened that night. He was as drunk was you were, if not more, so you convinced yourself that he had forgotten about it.
"I don't remember much from that night. Must have been the champagne."
Carlos leaned in slightly, his voice low and teasing. "Oh, I think you remember perfectly well. Especially the kiss."
Your heart skipped a beat, but you kept your expression neutral. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Playing dumb doesn't suit you," he said with a chuckle. "But fine, we'll pretend it never happened. For now."
"Good," you replied sharply. "Because I have no intention of discussing it."
"Maybe you're playing dumb because you want me to kiss you again," Carlos teased, making you throw your head back in frustration.
"I'd rather choke on my own spit, little bitch,"
"Ahh, missed hearing that," Carlos said, his tone cocky and satisfied with your frustration. You mentally cursed the elevator for taking so long to get to your fucking floor.
"You know what? I hope you don't find a seat for next season at all. You act like a total peacock when everyone knows you're basically unemployed right now," you spitted out before you could even think twice.
Carlos raised an eyebrow, his expression momentarily serious. "Low blow, Piastri. Even for you."
You held his gaze defiantly, refusing to back down. "Just stating the obvious."
The elevator finally dinged, announcing your floor, and you stepped out swiftly, eager to end the conversation before it could escalate further.
Carlos Sainz had a way of getting under your skin like no one else, and the season had only just begun.
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It was a sunny day in Melbourne, and the paddock was buzzing with excitement. The Australian Grand Prix was always a favorite, and this year was no exception.
You felt good to be back home, you always felt proud when you saw Oscar on the track, but seeing him racing in your home country was something even more special.
Carlos was also back from his emergency surgery and ready to race again. And even though you would never admit it out loud, you were relieved to see him back and healthy. The news of his appendicitis had shocked you more than youâd expected, and youâd found yourself genuinely concerned about his wellbeing.
I'm just being a decent human being, you tried to convince yourself, It would be really scary if that happened to Oscar or Lando.
Walking through the paddock, you looked for a familiar face to hang out with before it was time for the track action to start, spotting Lando's back talking to someone you couldn't quite identify, you decided to approach him.
As you got closer, Lando shifted slightly, revealing the person he was talking to, Carlos.
He looked well, a healthy glow back in his cheeks, his smile easy and relaxed. He was wearing his team gear, the Ferrari red suiting him perfectly. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and despite the casual setting, he looked effortlessly handsome for someone who had a major surgery just two weeks ago.
Your stomach did a little flip. You hated to admit it, but lately your hatred towards Carlos had cooled down. Maybe it was the memory of that kiss, seeing him vulnerable after his surgery or the fact that he had been decent to Oscar so far. You couldn't deny that there was something about him that made you feel⊠softer.
However, you decided to ignore those thoughts and feelings every time they got to your head, because at the end of the day, there was no way he could ever feel or think the same way. It was better to keep hating each other.
Lando noticed you approaching and gave you a teasing grin. "Hey, YN! Look whoâs back from the dead!"
Carlos turned to face you, his eyes lighting up when he saw you. "Hey, Piastri," he greeted with a warm smile. "Back to your home turf, huh?"
"Yeah," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual despite the flutter in your chest. "It feels good to be back."
Lando gave Carlos a pat on the shoulder. "I'll catch up with you later, mate," he said, winking at you before walking away, leaving the two of you alone.
You stood there for a moment, awkward silence filling the air. Maybe he was still tired from what he had been through, but he didn't show any signs of cockiness or wanting to annoy you this time.
"You look well," you finally said, your voice softer than usual. "I'm glad you're back."
Carlos chuckled, his eyes twinkling. "I heard you were worried about me."
"Don't let it go to your head," you replied quickly, though the usual bite in your tone was missing. You felt a bit embarrassed that he knew, "Iâm just being a decent human being."
"Of course," Carlos said, his voice nonchalant, "Decent human being, sure."
"Iâm serious," you insisted, though your voice lacked the usual edge. "But I am glad youâre okay. It must have been scary."
Carlosâs expression softened. "It was. But I had good doctors, and Iâm ready to race again. Thanks for worrying."
There was silence again, and you noticed that this was the first time you and Carlos had an interaction that didn't include biting each other's heads off.
It felt nice.
"Well," you said after a minute of silence, "donât expect me to go easy on you just because you had surgery. You're still on my watch."
"Wouldnât have it any other way," Carlos smirked, "But for the record, itâs nice to see you care, even if you wonât admit it."
"Don't push your luck, Sainz," you warned, but there was a hint of playfulness in your voice.
"I wouldn't dare, Piastri."
"I should get going," you said, pointing towards the McLaren hospitality, "Good luck out there."
As you turned to walk away, Carlos's voice stopped you in your tracks.
You glanced back at him, eyebrows raised in question.
"You know, this is the first time you don't call me a little bitch," Carlos said, a small playing on his face.
"What, you miss it already? Does it turn you own?"
"Maybe a little," Carlos chuckled, "Keeps things interesting."
You shook your head, trying to hide the smile that threatened to spread across your face.
"Well, good luck out there, little bitch."
You didn't wait to see his reaction, but you knew he was grinning from ear to ear.
Later that day, Carlos crossed the finish line first and won the Australian Grand Prix, sending the crowd into a frenzy. You watched as Carlos celebrated on the podium, spraying champagne with Lando and Charles and holding up the winner's trophy with pride.
You swore you played it cool, but everyone around you noticed the huge smile on your face.
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"You're not my best friend," Lando said, sitting on the plush couch of your hotel room, watching as you put a sweatshirt on, "You've been replaced with an alien or an evil twin, there's no way you're YN Piastri."
"Can you quit being dramatic," you rolled your eyes at him, "It's no big deal."
"You're grabbing sushi with Carlos Sainz," he stressed, moving his hands to emphasize, "You hate Carlos Sainz, it's been an issue for me for the last year because both of you force me to pick sides and I have to make sure you don't kill each other. And now you're suddenly going on dates."
"This is not a date," you protested, "Don't even say that out loud, it's gross."
"Then what is it? Because he asked you out and you said yes, that's literally a date."
You didn't give him a reply right away, hiding behind your your busy hands as you pretended to adjust your sweatshirt.
Truth was, you didnât have an answer, at least not one that made sense. You couldn't blame Lando for thinking you've been replaced with someone else, because you'd never accept anything from Carlos last year, let alone willingly grab dinner with him.
But here you were, about to head out to meet him.
"I just want free dinner," you shrugged, "And he offered to buy it, so I'm taking advantage of it."
"Sure, free dinner," Lando gave you a skeptical look, crossing his arms, "Because youâve never had other options for free dinner before, right? Your brother is rich, he could buy you whatever you want."
You huffed, trying to sound annoyed but feeling a bit defensive. "It's just sushi, Lando. Stop making it a big deal."
"You know, it's okay if you like him," he said, his tone genuine. "I mean, I get why you're hesitant, but it's fine to have feelings for someone, even if it's Carlos Sainz."
"Are you out of your mind?" you immediately said, your voice sharper than intended, "We're talking about the little bitch, what on earth makes you think that I could have feelings for him other than disgust and irritation."
"I don't know, maybe the fact that you're getting ready to get dinner with him, or that you were on the edge of your seat worrying the entire time he was recovering from the surgery, or the time I almost caught you kiss-"
"God, just shut up," you interrupted him, "Oscar would understand. He knows I'm never going to get all lovey-dovey over Carlos."
"Oscar might buy whatever you tell him," Lando raised an eyebrow, "But that doesn't mean you're being honest with yourself. It's not the end of the world to admit you might have a crush."
"I do not have a crush on him," you insisted, your cheeks heating up. "It's just... complicated."
"Complicated how?" Lando pressed, leaning forward. "Because from where I'm sitting, it looks pretty straightforward. Youâre intrigued by him, heâs intrigued by you, and you both canât seem to stay away from each other."
You let his words sink in, Lando might be a year younger than you, and often perceived as a carefree guy who didn't have a serious bone in his body. But in reality, he was a very wise person who understood the complexities of situations better than most.
That was one of the reasons why he was your best friend.
"Look, itâs not that simple," you sighed, rubbing your temples, "We have history, and not the good kind. I don't trust him, and I donât think he trusts me either. We're just⊠trying to be civil for once."
"That's good," Lando stood up from the couch, sitting beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "Honestly I was tired of dealing with your constant bickering, if you didn't kiss and make up on your own, I was going to lock you up in a closet until you resolved it."
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After a nice dinner and a couple of drinks, you and Carlos walked back to the hotel. The sushi had been surprisingly good, and the conversation⊠surprisingly pleasant.
The bickering between you was still present, but this time it wasn't harsh or spiteful, it was playful and and light-hearted. The tension that usually accompanied your interactions had lessened, and you actually acted friendly towards each other.
"I still can't believe you made me try that weird seaweed thing," you said, bumping your shoulder against his as you walked.
"You loved it, admit it," Carlos chuckled.
"Maybe a little," you conceded with a small smile, "How did you know this place anyways?"
"I like reading restaurant reviews online," he shrugged, "It's a random hobby of mine, and I'm going to need those in case I don't have a job next year."
You paused, his words sinking in. Carlos joked about it, but you knew the uncertainty of his future in Formula 1 must be horrible. The sport is cutthroat, and the thought of not finding a seat to race must be weighing on him heavily. It made you think about Oscar, and how that could happen to him too.
"I'm sorry for saying that I hope you don't find a seat next season," you blurted out, feeling a pang of guilt. "You're right, that was low, even for me."
"Are you really apologizing, Piastri?" he teased, "First you cared about my health, now you apologize. What's next? You'll stop calling me a little bitch?"
You rolled your eyes, but there was no malice behind it. "Don't push your luck, Sainz. Just take the apology and run with it."
"Alright, I'll take it," Carlos laughed, a genuine sound that made your heart skip a beat, "You must be praying I stay just so you have an excuse to argue with me, aren't you?"
"Don't flatter yourself," you shot back, grinning. "I can argue with anyone."
"But you like arguing with me the most," he said, his voice softening.
You didn't reply, the truth in his words making your heart race. From the corner of your eye, you saw the satisfied grin on his face.
Soon enough you reached the hotel lobby, and once you walked through the doors you spotted Charles and Alexandra by the reception desk.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Charles called out, drawing the attention of Alex, who looked at you with raised eyebrows.
"Just coming back from dinner," you replied, trying to keep your tone casual. "What are you two up to?"
"We were just about to head up," Alexandra said, linking her arm with Charles's. "How was dinner?"
"Surprisingly good," Carlos said, glancing at you with a smirk.
Charles raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "This is new. You two actually getting along?"
"Don't get used to it," you said, rolling your eyes. "I just wanted free dinner."
"Right," Charles said, not convinced. "Well, we're heading up, you coming?"
You all piled into the elevator, the small space filled with a mix of comfortable silence and light conversation. When the elevator reached your floor, you stepped out, Carlos following close behind.
"Goodnight, guys," Alex called out as the elevator doors closed, giving you a look that screamed 'TEXT ME ASAP'
Carlos walked you to your room, the hallway dimly lit and quiet. As you walked side by side, the occasional brush of his arm against yours sent small shivers down your spine.
"So, the only reason you agreed to come with me tonight was because you wanted free dinner?" Carlos asked once you reached your room.
"Exactly, what else do you think would make me want to spend an evening with you?"
Carlos chuckled, leaning against the wall beside your door. "I don't know, maybe my charming personality and good looks?"
"Charming?" you raised your eyebrows at him, "You're literally the most annoying person I know."
"Likewise, Piastri," Carlos shot back, his smirk widening, "But here we are, aren't we?"
"You really think you're that special, don't you?" you said, rolling your eyes.
"I know I am, querida," Carlos replied, stepping closer. "And you can't get enough of me."
You looked away from him, his stare suddenly becoming overwhelming. He was really close, as close as he was the night you kissed at Jimmy'z, and even thinking about it has your neck crawling away in sweat.
"See? You can't even deny it." Carlos grinned, his eyes locking onto yours again, his voice dropping an octave as he took another step closer.
"Don't get any ideas," you warned, but your heart was racing, and you were sure he could hear it.
"I can't help it," he said softly, his face now inches from yours. "You bring out the best in me, Piastri."
"I still hate you," you whispered, your breath hitching as he leaned in even closer.
"No, you don't," Carlos whispered back, his lips brushing against yours.
Before you could protest, he closed the distance and kissed you. It was gentle at first, tentative, as if he was giving you a chance to pull away. But when you didn't, the kiss deepened, becoming more intense and filled with a raw passion that took your breath away.
Your hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping tightly as you kissed him back, losing yourself in the moment. His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, a small smile playing on Carlos's lips.
"Goodnight, Piastri," he whispered, his voice husky.
Unable to move from your spot, you watched him walk through the corridor and disappear into the elevator doors, your mind still blurry about what happened just seconds ago.
You were fucked.
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A playlist full of pop classics played as you got ready for Lando's millionth win celebration.
He took the win at the Miami Grand Prix and the next following days were full of partying and champagne. You were beyond happy for him, and willing to put up with his multiple celebrations of his well deserved win.
This time, the setting was not that over the top, just a casual dinner at his place in Monaco with his close friends.
"Can I come in?" you heard after a knock on Oscar's guest bedroom, the place where you stayed when visiting Monaco.
"Sure," you replied, quickly meeting with your brother's figure.
Oscar entered the room, a casual grin on his face. He glanced around before his eyes settled on you. "Are you almost ready?"
"Yeah," you replied, adjusting an earring. "I hope this is Lando's last celebration, I can't keep up anymore.
"He's definitely on a roll," Oscar chuckled, "You know, Carlos is going to be there."
"I know," you said, looking away from him for a moment and trying to keep your tone nonchalant.
"You do?" Oscar raised a eyebrow.
"He's Lando's best friend, Osc, it's obvious he'll be there."
Oscar nodded slowly, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "Right, of course. But you two have been getting close lately, haven't you? You didn't even come for his neck after Miami, and you always do that."
You sighed, knowing where this conversation was heading. There was no denying that there was something between you and Carlos, your friends might not know about the times you've kissed, but they definitely noticed the shift in your behavior towards each other.
You found yourself enjoying his company, looking forward to catch a glimpse of him every weekend and craving his touch. You don't know if he feels the same way, but the way he looks at you and finds ways to get you alone tells you he does.
Admitting this to Oscar felt like crossing a line, even though he had always encouraged you to be open about your feelings.
"We're just⊠getting along better. That's all," you muttered, "And you asked me to behave on social media this season, I'm trying to do that."
"That's bullshit, YN," Oscar shook his head, a teasing smile forming on his lips, "Come on, admit it. Maybe the real reason you didn't attack him this time is because you like him."
"Oscar, we're not having this conversation," you quickly became defensive, "I don't know why everyone insist on something that's far from the truth. I don't like Sainz."
"Sis, it's okay if you like him," Oscar said, his tone gentle but insistent. "You don't have to hide it from me."
You looked away, feeling conflicted. Ever since you first met Carlos, there was something about him that intrigued you, however, you were too caught up in convincing yourself that he would never see you as more than his brand new rival's sister. Things getting worse when his incidents with Oscar on track started and you took that as an opportunity to be reckless to him.
It was a self defense mechanism for your own feelings.
"It's complicated, okay?" you said, feeling vulnerable but knowing you could trust him, "We spent last year coming from each other's necks all the time, but now he's nice to me and I am too, we spend time together, we kiss. But at the same time, I feel like I can't trust him, that he's going to switch to little bitch mode again and I'll end up feeling stupid for potentially catching feelings."
"Holy shit you've kissed!" Oscar said, his eyes widening, "Lando was right all along."
"Oh god, I shouldn't have said anything," you threw your head back in frustration.
"Sorry, sorry," he put his hands up in defense, "But It's okay to feel confused. You can talk to me, you know. I'm your brother, and I just want you to be happy. I can tell that this is really bothering you."
You sighed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I just don't know what to do, Osc. One minute I think I might actually like him, and the next I'm terrified of getting hurt."
"Look, I know Carlos can be intense on track, but off track? He's a good guy," Oscar sat beside you, putting an arm around your shoulders, "When he's not trying to push me off the track, he's really supportive and a nice guy. There's a reason why Lando adores him. Plus, maybe he's figuring things out too."
You leaned into Oscar's side, grateful for his comforting presence. "Do you really think so?"
"Yeah, I do," Oscar nodded reassuringly. "And you deserve to give yourself a chance at happiness. If Carlos could make you happy, then why not see where it goes?"
"When did you become so wise?" you teased, giving him a small smile, "You're supposed to be my annoying little brother who picks his nose and runs around the house."
"Hey, I can be wise when I want to be," Oscar chuckled, giving you a playful shove, "But don't worry, I'll always be your annoying little brother, nose-picking and all."
You laughed, feeling some of the tension ease from your shoulders. "Thanks, Osc. I needed this."
"Anytime, sis," Oscar said warmly, giving you a quick hug. "Now, come on. Lando is probably drunk already and we haven't made it to his house yet."
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You're not sure how it happened, but Carlos' arm laid casually in the back of your chair as you chatted with those around you. His fingers gently brushed your bare shoulder from time to time, his thigh pressed to yours under the table.
Maybe it was the couple glasses of champagne you both had, you're not sure. But you definitely didn't want to move from your spot.
No one dared to say anything about it, but your friends had teasing grins at the sight. You knew you'll have to deal with them later, but you decided to ignore it for the night.
"Alright, I think I'm calling it a night," Oscar said as he got up from his chair, Lando immediately booed, "Are you coming, YN?"
You looked at him with raised eyebrows, you definitely didn't want to leave yet, feeling too comfortable in Carlos' presence. In addition to that, you haven't had a chance to get him alone, and that was enough to not want the night to end.
After a minute of silence from you, Carlos spoke up, "I can give her a ride home if she doesn't want to leave yet," he offered, his voice smooth and nonchalant.
"Oh, a private chauffeur service now, Carlos? How fancy," Max teased from across the table, making the entire group laugh.
Oscar hesitated, glancing between you and Carlos, his protective instincts kicking in. "Are you okay with that, YN?"
"Yeah, I'm okay with it," you met Oscar's eyes and nodded, "Or I can just crash here, Lando is too drunk to notice anyway, don't want to cause much trouble."
"It's really no trouble," he insisted, his hand still resting gently on your shoulder. "I'll make sure you get home safely."
Oscar seemed to relax a bit, though you could tell he was still a little uneasy. "Alright then. Just... be careful, okay?"
"Don't worry, Osc," you replied, standing up and giving him a quick hug. "I'll see you tomorrow."
As Oscar left, the group continued to tease and laugh. You always enjoyed when the drivers were in a casual setting like this one, where they could forget about competition and teams and just hang out and have fun.
You stayed glued to Carlos the entire time, getting even closer as the night went on, you could feel your eyelids getting heavy, so you laid your head on his shoulder.
"You're falling asleep on me, hermosa," Carlos whispered to you, not moving your head from its place.
"I'm not," you protested, but at the same time you did a yawn escaped your mouth, which made Carlos laugh.
"Come on let's get you home," Carlos offered you his hand.
You took Carlos' hand, not even thinking twice about it. As you both stood to leave, your friends couldn't resist one last round of teasing.
"No funny business, Carlos," Charles called out, grinning widely. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at him. "We have Oscar on speed dial."
"Yeah, don't make me come after you, that's also my sister," Lando added, too drunk to even make sense.
You laughed, waving goodbye to everyone as you and Carlos made your way out. The cool night air was refreshing as you walked to his car, your hand still in his.
The drive to Oscar's place was quiet but comfortable. Carlos kept one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the center console close to you. You found yourself stealing glances at him, admiring the way the streetlights played over his features.
At one point, Carlos glanced over and caught you staring. "You're staring," he said, a smirk playing on his lips.
You felt your cheeks heat up but didn't look away. "Maybe I am," you replied, a teasing edge in your voice. "You have a problem with that?"
"Not at all, Piastri. Not at all."
When you arrived at Oscar's place, Carlos parked the car but you made no move to get out. The silence stretched between you, heavy with unspoken words and lingering tension.
"Are you ready to stop pretending we hate each other?" Carlos asked suddenly, his voice low and earnest. "Because I am."
His words hung in the air, causing your heart to skip a beat. The intensity in his gaze made it clear he wasn't playing around or teasing you. He was being real and serious.
You took a deep breath, your eyes locking onto his. "Yeah, I am."
Your heart pounded in your chest as you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a kiss. His hand cupped your cheek, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with a mix of tenderness and hunger. The world outside the car ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the way his kiss made you feel.
Carlos' other hand found its way to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as he pressed you closer. Your hands tangled in his hair, holding on as if letting go meant losing this moment forever.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other as you tried to catch your breath. Carlos' eyes searched yours, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
"But⊠I'm not ready to stop calling you a little bitch, though."
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summary: you text your f1 boyfriend "let's break up" as a prank.
trigger warnings: fem pronouns, mentions of seperated parents, mentions of killing (as a joke), nicknames, idk if there are more (?)
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âSheâs busy.â - F1 TEXT AU
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ÊÉ in which... the reader 'is busy'... prank!
ÊÉ containing: ln4, fa14, cl16, ls18, mv33, fc43, lh44, cs55, op81
ÊÉ warnings: none.
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f1 grid x fem!reader
this is a drabble based of the âi love you but not saying it back to your partnerâ tiktok trend
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Lewis
You saw this TikTok trend and found it funny. Lewis was getting ready to go to his training session so it was the perfect time. Setting up your phone discreetly to capture the moment, he walked to the door, ready to leave.
âI love you,â he said warmly.
âBye!â you responded, busy with mixing the batter for your cupcakes.
Lewis paused, a bit taken aback. âI love you,â he repeated, louder this time.
âBye, Lewis! Hurry or youâll be late!â you repeated, waving him off.
Lewisâs brow furrowed slightly. âIs everything okay baby? Did I do something wrong?â
âLewis everything is fine, you canât be late for your training session. Iâll see you later!â you say still paying him no mind, making sure the batter is mixed smoothly.
Lewis starts to worry that he did something wrong. âBaby I'm sorry if I did something that upset you. Can you please say I love you backâ he says getting ready to cancel his session.
Finally, you broke into laughter, revealing you were just playing with him. âNo, itâs just a TikTok trend. I promise you did nothing wrong. I love you baby!â you say walking up to him.
Relieved, Lewis laughs giving you a quick kiss. âYou got me good. I love you too,â he said, leaving with a smile.
Max
You are always up for a good laugh, so you decided to try the trend with Max before he heads to his meeting.
âI love you,â Max said, grabbing his keys to the car.
âBye, Max. Be safe!â you responded nonchalantly from the couch watching a true story documentary.
Max stopped in his tracks. âI love you,â he repeated, his tone more insistent.
âBye!â you replied, looking at the tv with a faint smirk.
Maxâs usually confident expression faltered. âIs something wrong? Why arenât you saying it back?â
âSaying what back?â you say with a confused face trying to mask your laughter.
âI love you, Y/N. Say it back.â Max says no longer in the door but in front of you blocking the tv.
You couldnât keep a straight face any longer and burst out laughing. âItâs a just TikTok trend, babe!â
Max's shoulders dropped in relief, laughing with you. âYou made me so worried! I thought I did something to piss you off or forgot an important day! I love you too.â he says shaking his head making his way to the door.
Lando
Lando loves to play tricks and pranks on you so you decided itâs time to return the favor. You set the camera up on the dresser as you sit up in bed. Lando is on his way to film a YouTube video for Quadrant.
âI love you,â he said cheerfully.
âBye, Lando!â you replied, focused on your phone.
Lando stops in his spot, staring at you. âI love you,â he repeated, sounding more unsure.
âBye! Have fun!â you said again, trying not to smile.
Landoâs playful demeanor turned serious. His heart racing. âWhatâs wrong with you?â
Looking at him confusedly, you say âNothing, why?â
âWhy? Um, maybe because you arenât saying âI love youâ back to meâ Lando says now siting on the bed infront if you.
âDid I do something wrong? Why wonât you say it backâ he adds.
Unable to play along anymore you laugh, saying âItâs just a TikTok trend, baby.â
Lando lays his back in the bed singing in relief, âYou scared me, I was about to call Oscar and ask Lily to see whatâs wrong with you.
âAww babyâ you say moving to laying on top of him. Smiling at him while you kiss his nose you say, âI love you!â
Lando smiles hugging you and flipping you over so now heâs on top. âIâm so gonna get you back, but I love you too.â he says giggling in your neck.
Charles
Charles was going to take Leo for a walk, you decided to stay back to make lunch. You set up the camera on the kitchen counter ready to prank Charles.
âI love you,â he said softly, giving you a kiss on the cheek as he hold Leo in his hands.
âBye, Charles. Bye, Leo!â you say only paying attention to Leo not him.
Charles repeats himself. âI love you, ma cherĂŹeâ he says again, a little louder.
âBye!â you repeated, paying him no mind.
Charlesâs face showed genuine concern. âIs everything okay? Did I upset you?â
âYes everythingâs fine.â you say trying to ignore his presence again.
He sets Leo down and stares and the side of your head and says even louder, âI love you, ma chĂ©riâ
You do your best to hold your composure and not laugh while focusing on the task in front of you, âBye Charles, be safe!â you say in a normal voice.
Charles' eyes bore into you and the next thing you know, you feel one hand under your chin, the other on your waist turning you to face him. âI.â Kiss. âLove.â Kiss. âYou.â Kiss.
You smile as he kisses you between each word, giggling at him, you say âI love you Charles.â âIâm just playing with you baby, itâs a trend going around on TikTok.â
Charles shakes his head and laughs. âDonât ever do that again, ma chĂ©riâ âYou really had me worried. Thank you for finally saying it back. I love you too.â he says smiling cheekily, giving you a kiss on the lips before heâs out the door with Leo.
Oscar
The trend has been going around on TikTok for a min now and you immediately knew you had to play this prank on Oscar. Heâs always so calm and laid back so you wondered if this will get to him. Heâs getting ready to leave to record some videos with Lando for McLaren, so this is the best time to do it.
âI love you,â he said with a smile, halfway out the door of the hotel room.
âBye, Oscar!â you replied, not meeting his eyes.
Oscar stopped dead in his tracks looking confused. He turns his body around at the door. âI love you,â he says again, trying to get your attention.
âBye, Oscar!â you respond, hiding your smile behind the blanket as you play a game on your phone.
Oscar still has a confused look on his face as he says, âI love you, Y/N.â You donât respond instead just straight up ignore him.
He walks back into the room, closing the door. He stands at your side and repeats himself with his arms crossed. âI love you Y/N.â
You look up at him and say âOkay, hurry and go before you're late!â
Oscar looks at you dumbfounded and gets on the bed laying on top of you. You groan and try to push him off, âOscar get off! You're going to be late! You have to go! you say still trying to escape free.
âNo, not until you tell me what I did to make you so upset that you're not saying âI love youâ back to meâ he says , putting even more of his weight on you.
You laugh saying, âAww, babe, itâs just a prank.â Itâs a TikTok trend!â
Oscar lifts himself off of you, and sighs in relief laying next to you, laughing. âYou know I only just joined TikTok, you had me really worried there. You laugh rolling on him to give him a kiss. âI know. I love you too, babe, even if you do act like a millennial sometimes.â
âHey!â he says as he rolls over trapping you as he attacks you with tickles to your stomach and kisses all over your face.
Carlos
Carlos is on his way to a photo shoot with Charles and Ferrari for Vogue. You decide itâs the perfect time to do the TikTok prank on him.
âI love you,â he says, giving you a kiss on the forehead, his eyes twinkling.
âBye, Carlos!â you reply, barely glancing at him as you walk away.
Carlos paused, looking puzzled. âI love you,â he repeated, his tone even louder.
âBye!â you say again, stifling a giggle as you sit on the couch, searching through Hulu for a show to watch.
Carlosâs face falls. He walks towards you and says your name. You ignore him and now heâs sitting on the couch next to you just staring.
Feeling his eyes burn through the side of your head you turn to him and say âDid you forget something? You canât be late for this photoshoot.â
âAh okay, I see how it is. You acknowledge my presence to ask me if I forgot something but you canât say âI love youâ back to me?â he says moving closer to you on the couch.
Ignoring what he said, you say âBye!â
Carlos doesnât move and just sits there and grabs your chin and says âRepeat after me cariño. Say âIâ
âByeâ you say.
âNo, say âIâ, he says again.
âBye.â you respond.
Carlos shifts in his seat moving even closer to you, saying âCariño say the word âIâ
You look Carlos dead in the eyes and say âBye.â
âOkay, thatâs how you wanna play.â he says as he tackles you softly on the couch, your back hitting the sofa with him on top of you pulling your shirt up revealing your stomach.
Holding the shirt he says, âIâm going to ask you one more time, cariño, say âI love you.â
âNo.â Just as that word escapes your mouth you feel him blowing raspberries on your stomach, tickling you as you try your best to escape from his hold. âSay it!â he yells. âNo!â and now heâs biting your cheeks and kissing you all over your face.
âI love you, I love you, I love you, I love youâ Say it back he says not stopping his attacks.
âOkay, okay!â âI love you, Carlos,â you say breathlessly.
Laughing as you try to catch your breath. You kiss him all over his face, telling him, âItâs just a TikTok trend, baby. You know I love you so so much!â
Carlos laughs, âOf course it is, you and your TikTok addictionâ âHey!â you say eyes wide as he calls you out. âIâm just playing cariño, your TikTok addiction is cute, not so nice when the tricks are played on you huh?â âYea, yea, whatever!â You say pushing him off smiling.
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Pure Chaos Pt. 4 | F1 smau
driver!reader x f1 grid
summary: her new job: wag stealer
fc: lia block
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đ¶ïž NFY : GRAND PRIX WINS AND EXPOSĂS
[ carlos sainz x singer!fem!reader ]
[ summary ] carlos' and y/n's breakup comes as a surprise to many of their friends. no one ever thought the couple would ever break up, but alas, y/n was always ready to do whatever was best for the love of her life â even if it meant breaking up with him.
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âââââââ MARCH 24, 2024 : MELBOURNE, AUSTRALIA
âiâd just like to point out and say that i didn't have a say in attending this party tonight.â
you grumbled under your breath as everyone took their seats in the private lounge of the club.
âi didn't either.â oscar muttered from behind you, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. âcan't even make a damn decision in my hometown, jeez.â
âosc, baby, hush.â lando was buzzing with excitement already, giggling as he looked at his teammate. âfor you, i shall play the best house music there is.â
oscar blinked softly, looking over at his girlfriend, lily, who gave him a sheepish smile of encouragement. âyeah, that's what i was fearing.â he quipped, his voice barely audible.
the entire group turned towards the entrance when the other partygoers hooted and cheered, joining along as the ferrari boys made their entrance.
your gaze landed on carlos, hating how he still never failed to take your breath away even when he wore a simple shirt and jeans. gods, he was a beautiful man.
âearth to y/n.â you snapped out of your daze when max called out to you, a knowing smirk on his face. âyou there?â
âoh, shut up.â you muttered in embarrassment, trying to direct your attention to something else.
but alas, the universe had different plans.
even when everyone was crowding to congratulate carlos on his win, he seemed to forget everything as soon as his eyes landed on you.
he quickly excused himself, his entire surroundings fading into black as he quickly made his way towards you.
âhey.â carlos greeted you softly as he stood in front of you, barely sparing a glance to anyone else. âyou came.â
âyou didn't really give me a choice.â you shrugged nonchalantly, though you were feeling very chalant. âcongratulations on the win, by the way, smooth operator.â
carlos' smile brightened as he heard the teasing nickname, relieved to see you were feeling somewhat comfortable in his presence unlike the other times.
he hoped things would work in his favor tonight.
as the party was teeming in full blast, carlos did his best to give you your space, but he couldn't help but be drawn towards you throughout the night.
it was always him scooting closer to you, looking like he was going to talk to you before he moved away, chickening out at the last second.
even max and yuki, who were drunk off their asses, noticed carlos' pattern, wondering what he was up to.
unable to watch the pathetic scene any longer, charles shoved carlos in your direction, giving him a look that clearly said, âget on with it already, you coward.â
âuh, hi again.â
carlos wasn't sure why he was a nervous mess. he was usually very confident and charming, but now as he stood before you, he was nothing but a muddle of nerves.
âcarlos.â you greeted him, raising your voice slightly so he could hear you over the club music. âhi again.â
ây/n.â he spoke up, reaching out to hold your arm as if he were afraid youâd walk away from him. for the second time. âlook, about what you said the last time we spoke...â
you immediately shook your head, not wanting to go down that lane. âcarlos, we donât have to talk about it. i just want to forget about it all andââ
carlosâ grip on your arm tightened, stopping you from speaking. âamor. you are doing that conflict resolution thing again. donât do that. all i wanted to say was that iâm gonna keep my promise and i willââ
before carlos could continue any further, everyoneâs attention darted to lando as he let out an unidentifiable sound, some hybrid mix between a laugh and a scream.
âoh, my fucking goodness!â lando laughed in disbelief as he stared at his phone, his eyes widening in shock as the realization settled in. âcarlitos! what the fuck?!â
kika and kelly stood behind him, reading the contents of his phone over his shoulders. their eyes widened in sync, lips parting in surprise.
âguys. sky sports gossip posted.â kika stated, causing everyone to reach for their phones. âyou have to check it out.â
you looked from lando to carlos, wondering what your ex-boyfriend had done to land up on the sky sports gossip page and get such a reaction from the others.
your jaw was pretty much on the floor as soon as you finished reading the article and the comments it had received, your eyes widening in surprise. you skimmed through the apology post, your heart skipping several beats as you realized that carlos was the one who was behind everything.
everyone was just as shocked by the revelations, even the drunken pair, max and yuki, sobering up after seeing the articles and the aftermath of it all.
âcarlosâŠâ you couldnât even find the words as carlos just smiled at you softly, tilting his head as if to say, âi told you soâ. âyou are absolutely insane, you know that?â
âinsane is a bit too harsh, no?â he chuckled in amusement, his eyes crinkling as his smile widened.
âi promised, didn't i, carina? that iâd make it right. and i hope i did.â
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imma just send ideas at the randomest of (uk) times everr lmfaoo
texts with the grid (+ollie, if possible. im predictable i knowwww) where the drivers send a spicy pic to (male or gn) reader to distract them whilst at work? heheh
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When You're At Work
đž including: Charles Leclerc, Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Max Verstappen, Daniel Ricciardo, George Russell, Lewis Hamilton, Ollie Bearman
đžwarnings: mature, mentions of sex
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TIKTOK TREND WITH YOUR F1 BOYFRIEND
àšà§ : featuring : max verstappen, lewis hamilton, george russell, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri àšà§ : synopsis : wiping off their kiss every time they kiss you
àšà§ : genre : fluff, angsty only if you squint àšà§ : tws : light kissing, nothing heavy àšà§ : word count : 3379
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ᥣđ© a/n : so proud of charles getting podium, i am a happy girl đ„Č also i finally added george to the featuring >.<
Êă»max verstappen
the living room was quiet, the soft glow of a lamp casting a warm light over the couch. you perched on the edge, setting your phone up on the coffee table, angling it perfectly toward where max would sit. the screen reflected your mischievous grin as you hit record.
the sound of the shower shutting off echoed down the hall, followed by maxâs footsteps. he walked in, towel over his shoulder, hair damp and messy.
âwhat are you doing?â he asked, narrowing his eyes.
you leaned back casually, fighting a smirk. ânothing. just waiting for you.â
max dropped onto the couch beside you, still toweling his damp hair. without hesitation, he leaned in and kissed your cheek softly. as soon as he pulled away, you casually wiped the spot, pretending to fix your hair.
his brows furrowed. âdid you just wipe that off?â
you glanced at him, feigning confusion. âwipe what off?â
âmy kiss,â he said, narrowing his eyes.
âno, i was just fixing my hair,â you replied, your tone so casual it couldâve won an oscar.
he stared at you for a second but shrugged it off. leaning in again, he kissed your temple this time, holding it for a moment longer before pulling back. you bit the inside of your cheek to suppress a laugh as you wiped it away, pretending to scratch your face.
âokay, now youâre definitely wiping them off,â he said, his tone sharper.
âmax, youâre imagining things,â you said, giving him an innocent look.
âiâm not imagining anything!â he shot back, leaning forward with a slight pout. âwhy are you doing this? did i do something wrong?â
âyouâre overthinking it,â you said, brushing off his concern.
he frowned, leaning in for a third kiss, this time planting it on the corner of your mouth. when you wiped that one off too, his mouth dropped open. âseriously? are you mad at me or something? just say it if you are.â
âiâm not mad!â you said, fighting to keep a straight face.
âthen why are you being weird?â he snapped, now visibly salty. âdo you not want me to kiss you anymore? should i stop?â
you burst out laughing, grabbing your phone off the table and showing him the recording. âbaby, itâs a tik-tok trend! i was messing with you!â
his jaw clenched as he realized, then he groaned dramatically, flopping back into the couch. âyouâre actually the worst,â he muttered, though the corners of his mouth twitched.
âaww, donât be mad,â you teased, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
he huffed, shaking his head. âyou're an asshole,â then, with a smirk, he kissed you again and wrapped his arm around you, "but i guess i love you anyways." keeping you locked in place.
Êă»lewis hamilton
the front door clicked open, and you glanced up from the couch to see lewis stepping inside, duffel bag slung over his shoulder. his face looked tired, but he still gave you a soft smile, the kind that made your heart melt every time.
âlong day?â you asked, setting your book aside.
âyou have no idea,â he said with a sigh, dropping the bag by the door. âflights, media, and a race weekend? iâm ready to collapse.â
âsounds like you need some love,â you teased, patting the seat beside you.
lewis chuckled, kicking off his sneakers before walking over. he plopped down, wrapping an arm around you and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.
âmissed you,â he murmured.
you smiled but casually brushed your hand over the spot where heâd kissed, pretending to fix your hair. lewisâs brow furrowed slightly, but he didnât say anything, instead leaning in to kiss your cheek. when you wiped that off too, his lips parted in disbelief.
âdid you just⊠wipe my kiss off?â he asked, his tone soft but genuinely confused.
âno, i was just adjusting my sweater,â you replied, keeping your face straight.
he tilted his head, watching you carefully now. âright⊠okay.â
a few moments passed, and lewis leaned in again, this time kissing your jawline. before he could even pull back fully, you wiped it off with a quick swipe of your hand.
âalright, whatâs going on?â he asked, sitting up straighter. his voice was still calm, but there was a hint of frustration now. âdid i do something wrong?â
you shrugged nonchalantly. âi donât know what youâre talking about.â
âbabe, youâre wiping off my kisses!â he said, his brows knitting together. âif youâre mad, just say so.â
âiâm not mad,â you said, trying not to laugh at the utterly baffled look on his face.
lewis leaned back, crossing his arms. âso, what? you donât like my kisses anymore? should i stop?â
you couldnât hold it in anymore, grabbing your phone from the coffee table and bursting into laughter. âi was recording the whole thing,â you admit, "it's a tik-tok trend, a hilarious one i must admit, you should've seen your reaction."
he stared at you for a moment, processing, before shaking his head with an exasperated laugh. âyouâre unbelievable. you had me thinking i did something wrong!â
âyouâre too sweet,â you teased, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
he smirked, pulling you into his lap. âif this is your idea of fun, just wait. paybackâs coming, and itâs gonna be good.â
Êă»george russell
the room was dim, only the soft glow of the bedside lamp lighting the space as you slid into bed next to george. he was already lying on his side, scrolling through his phone, his hair still slightly damp from his shower. the sheets rustled as you snuggled under the covers, your head resting against the pillow.
âfinally, you're here,â he said with a soft smile, turning off his phone and setting it on the nightstand. âi thought youâd be up all night organizing stuff again.â
âyou know me too well,â you replied, adjusting the blanket and shifting closer to him.
george chuckled, brushing a lock of hair out of your face before leaning in to kiss your forehead. as soon as he pulled back, you absentmindedly wiped your forehead, pretending to smooth out a strand of hair.
george stopped, his gaze fixed on you, a slight furrow in his brow. âdid you just⊠wipe off my kiss?â
you blinked innocently, tilting your head. âwhat? no, i didnât.â
he leaned back, clearly unconvinced, his lips twisting into a half-smirk. âreally? thatâs how weâre doing this now?â
âdoing what?â you asked, trying to keep a straight face.
he raised an eyebrow, glancing at you before brushing it off. ânever mind,â he muttered, shaking his head, but he didnât take his eyes off you as he repositioned himself to get more comfortable in bed.
a moment later, george leaned in again, this time kissing the top of your nose. before he could fully pull back, you reached up and wiped it away, pretending to rub your eyes.
he sat up slightly, blinking in disbelief. âare you serious? again?â
âserious about what?â you asked, turning toward him with a sweet smile.
he let out a slow exhale, clearly trying to process. âyouâre wiping off my kisses like itâs nothing. are you trying to tell me something here?â
you shrugged, still maintaining the innocent act. âitâs not like that, george.â
his voice was a little quieter this time, a mix of confusion and playfulness. âokay, now iâm starting to wonder. do you actually not want my kisses or what?â
you quickly reached for your phone, clicking the screen and showing him the recording. âgeorge, it's a tik-tokâ
his eyes widened in realization, and he let out a half-laugh, half-sigh. âseriously? youâve been messing with me this whole time?â
âyep,â you said, grinning.
he raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. âyou're lucky you're cute."
Êă»carlos sainz
the kitchen was quiet, sunlight spilling through the windows as you sat at the counter, sipping your coffee. carlos was standing by the stove, flipping pancakes with the focus of a man on a mission, but his usual easygoing vibe was still present. he glanced over at you as he set the pan down, a lazy smile forming on his face.
âgood morning, cariño,â he said, his voice still thick with sleep, though there was a sparkle in his eyes. âhow did you sleep?â
âlike a log,â you said, taking a long sip of coffee. âthanks to you keeping me up late last night.â
he laughed, his eyes twinkling as he moved to grab the syrup. âso you admit it? iâm just too irresistible.â
you rolled your eyes, setting your mug down. ânot quite. youâre more like a human heater, honestly.â
âah, a heater with a great smile,â he added, leaning in to kiss your forehead. before he could pull away, you quickly wiped the spot, pretending to adjust your hair.
he froze, standing there for a second with a confused look on his face. âeh? did you just wipe off my kiss?â
you looked up at him innocently, trying to hide your smile. âwhat? no, I didnât.â
âno? okayâŠâ he said, his voice now filled with playful suspicion. he raised an eyebrow. âthatâs⊠interesting.â
he took a step back, eyeing you carefully. âso, you donât want me to kiss you anymore, is that it? too much affection?â
âwhat are you talking about?â you asked, feigning confusion. âi just didnât want syrup on my face.â
carlos chuckled, but he leaned in again, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. before he could even fully pull away, you wiped it off again, this time more exaggerated.
he raised his hands in mock surrender, stepping back dramatically. âokay, okay, youâre messing with me now, right?â
âno, Iâm not,â you said, trying to stifle your laugh. âseriously.â
he narrowed his eyes at you, clearly starting to get annoyed. âare you doing this just to mess with me? iâm here, making pancakes, and youâre wiping off my kisses? do you want to break up or something?â
âwhat? no!â you exclaimed, trying not to crack a smile. âI swear, Iâm not doing anything weird.â
he sighed deeply, rubbing his forehead. âyouâre making me feel like Iâm doing something wrong. why are you wiping my kisses away?â
that was when you couldnât hold it anymore. you grabbed your phone from the counter, showing him the recording of the whole thing. âcarlos, itâs a prank!â
his eyes widened as he watched the footage, then he groaned, dramatically slouching against the counter. âyouâre unbelievable. seriously, Iâm making my famous fluffy pancakes and this is what I get?â
âyou know you love me,â you said, laughing.
he shook his head, rolling his eyes. âfine, fine. but just wait, Iâm going to get you back for this one.â
âweâll see about that,â you teased, reaching for a pancake.
Êă»charles leclerc
you were curled up on the couch, charles beside you with his arm draped over your shoulders as you both relaxed after a long day. the movie was on, but you werenât really paying attention. instead, you were watching charles every now and then, his focused expression as he tried to get into the plot. a small, playful thought crossed your mind, and you couldn't help but act on it.
you nudged him lightly, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, but as soon as you pulled back, you wiped it off with exaggerated care, pretending to smooth a stray strand of hair.
charles paused, the film still playing in the background, but he was no longer paying attention to it. he turned to you, a brow raised and a mischievous glint in his eyes. âdid you just wipe my kiss off?â he asked, voice a mix of amusement and genuine confusion.
you blinked, acting innocent. âwhat? no, i didnât. you must be seeing things, babe.â
he leaned in closer, his smirk growing. âreally? because i definitely saw that,â he said, his voice playfully suspicious. "you sure youâre not hiding something?"
ânope,â you replied quickly, your lips twitching with the effort to keep a straight face. âjust... adjusting my hair. i have really messy hair, you know?â
âhmm,â he said, squinting at you. âwell, iâll just have to test that theory again, then.â
charles leaned in for another kiss, but this time, he took his time, making sure to press a little longer against your skin. as he pulled away, he looked at you with a smirk, waiting for your reaction.
without hesitation, you wiped your cheek again, this time a little more dramatically, as though heâd just kissed you with a mouthful of chocolate or something.
charles froze, his mouth parting as he tried to process what just happened. âokay, what the hell?â he laughed, his confusion turning into playful disbelief. ânow youâre really wiping it off. i swear, if this is some kind of prankâŠâ
âprank?â you asked, feigning innocence. âno, charles, no prank here. just making sure my skin stays clean.â
he let out a deep sigh, shifting so he was facing you fully, his expression a mixture of frustration and laughter. âyouâve got to be kidding me. youâre wiping off my kisses now? iâm feeling personally attacked, mon amour.â
you couldnât hold back your grin any longer. âoh, charles,â you said, trying not to laugh, âitâs just a little tik-tok, okay? i swear, i love your kisses... just not on my face right now.â
he blinked at you, processing it for a second before it clicked. âwait a minute...â he said, his voice growing mock-serious. âyouâve been messing with me this whole time?â
you nodded, finally letting out a laugh as you grabbed your phone and showed him the video youâd been recording.
charles threw his head back, a laugh escaping as he groaned in exasperation. âyouâre impossible,â he said, shaking his head. âhere i was thinking i was doing something wrong, and youâre just messing with me for fun.â
âiâm sorry, babe,â you said, still laughing. âbut look at that face you made every time i wiped it off! it was too good.â
he shook his head, trying to hide his grin. âi swear, iâm going to get you back for this. but, just so you know, i donât think iâll ever kiss you on the cheek again. i might have to kiss you on your hand next timeâkeep it classy.â
âthatâs fine with me,â you teased, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek for real this time, savoring the moment. âas long as itâs real this time, iâll take anything.â
charles wrapped his arm around you again, pressing his lips to the top of your head with a playful sigh. âyouâre impossible.â
âi know,â you replied, grinning. âand you love it.â
Êă»lando norris
you were getting ready to leave the room, heading for the door to grab something. lando, in the middle of streaming, noticed you getting up and paused his game.
âhey, where are you going?â he asked with a playful grin.
âjust to grab my jacket,â you replied, already halfway to the door.
he leaned in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek before you left, but as soon as his lips touched your skin, you wiped your cheek with your hand in one swift motion, acting like it was no big deal.
lando pulled back, his expression frozen for a moment. âwait... what?â
you turned to him with wide eyes, completely innocent. âwhat? i didnât wipe anything off.â
âyou definitely just wiped off my kiss,â he said, his voice laced with confusion.
you shrugged, still acting nonchalant. ânah, youâre imagining things.â
lando squinted at you, his head tilting in that way he does when heâs trying to figure out whatâs going on. âseriously? i gave you a kiss, and you wiped it off like... like iâve got bad breath or something?â
âi didnât wipe it off,â you said, barely holding in your grin. âyouâre being dramatic.â
âno, no,â he said, leaning forward slightly. âiâm pretty sure you just wiped it off. i know i kissed you, and i know itâs gone now.â
you pretended to look at the floor, trying to look innocent. âyou must be tired, love. maybe you imagined it?â
he paused for a moment, trying to make sense of it, but after a beat, he shrugged it off and went back to his game. you turned to leave again, and he kissed you once more on the cheek, this time giving you a teasing smile.
before you even gave him a chance to pull away, you wiped the kiss off againâthis time with even more dramatic flair, rubbing your hand over your cheek like it was covered in dirt.
âokay, thatâs it!â he said, pausing his game once again. âyouâre messing with me. why are you wiping off my kisses? whatâs going on?â
you couldnât help it anymore and pulled out your phone to show him the tiktok trend. âyouâve been pranked.â
his eyes went wide for a second, before bursting into laughter. âoh my god, i canât believe i fell for that!â
you smiled smugly. âwhat can i say? iâm just that good.â
ânext time, iâm getting you back for this one,â he said, still laughing.
meanwhile, his twitch chat was going wild. "lando, how did you not realize this was the tiktok trend?" one viewer typed.
âi swear, i thought i was being tricked by my own girlfriend!â lando chuckled, shaking his head at the screen. "chat's right though, i should've known better."
Êă»oscar piastri
you and oscar were lounging on the couch, the tv flickering quietly in the background, but neither of you were really watching it. the evening had that lazy, easy vibe where you didnât need to talk much, just enjoying each other's presence.
oscar was scrolling through his phone, chuckling at something heâd seen. you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, but at the last second, he turned his head, and your lips landed right on his.
âwait, what was that?â he grinned, pulling back slightly. âsince when did you get so affectionate all of a sudden?â
you shrugged, playing it cool. âwhat can i say, love? just felt like it.â
he narrowed his eyes at you, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips. âhmm, you sure youâre not up to something?â
you raised an eyebrow, acting casual. ânope, just a kiss. no hidden agenda.â
âright,â he said, clearly unconvinced, before leaning in for another kiss. but this time, just before his lips met yours, you quickly wiped your cheek with your hand, like you were brushing something off.
oscar froze, staring at you like youâd just sprouted another head. âwait, did you justâ? did you just wipe off my kiss?â
you turned to him with wide eyes, trying to look innocent. âhuh? no, i didnât. youâre imagining things.â
âno, i saw it,â he said, sitting up a little straighter, a grin now playing on his face. âyou literally wiped it off like iâve got something on my face.â
you shrugged nonchalantly. âmaybe you do. you never know.â
oscar stared at you for a moment, his grin slipping into mock offense. âso, now iâve got bad kisses, huh?â
âno, no,â you said, trying not to laugh. âjust⊠you know. maybe a little extra today.â
âextra?â he repeated, leaning in with a suspicious look on his face. âalright, this is definitely a prank. i can tell.â
you bit your lip, fighting the smile that was threatening to break out. âwho, me? never.â
âdonât lie,â he said, crossing his arms. âthis is 100% a prank. i'm being pranked, aren't i?â
before you could answer, oscar leaned in again, and this time, when he kissed you, he pulled away slowly, rubbing his cheek like he was wiping something off, complete with an exaggerated motion. âis that better?â he asked, grinning ear to ear. âdid i nail it?â
you burst into laughter, finally admitting defeat. âokay, okay! you caught me! it's the stupid tik-tok trend.â
oscar chuckled, shaking his head. âyou canât fool me. but, iâll be getting you back for this one.â
âyou can try." you teased.
âoh, weâll see about that,â he said, leaning in for another kiss, this time making sure you didnât wipe it off. âbut this one stays, just so you know.â
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texting your f1 boyfriend when you're ovulating
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: feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris, oscar piastri â
 : genre :: mature; hints of angst â
 : a/n :: max's text is a lil angst-y but i know you guys are masochists so here it goes~ feedback and reposts are appreciated :3 â
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à©â©â§blind girl (texts) à©â©â§
summary : when the chats are exposed on the wrong gc; just their partners sending messages meant for them on the official gc
warning : little suggestive, crack
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