#kimi antonelli angst

[mywritersmind]

I WANT YOU TO WANT ME - KA12

summary : In which a drunk kimi is even more affectionate than sober kimi and you never want his arms to un wrap from your waist.

listen up : kissing! cuddling! lowkey arm kink bestfriend!reader. not proofread. sorry i haven’t written in forever i have like no new ideas. feel free to send in requests!

words : 1110

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You haven’t drunk much. But even so, any reminisce of alcohol in you disappears the second Kimi Antonelli wraps his arms around your waist.

You’re laying on your hotel bed, friends all around sipping their cold beers and laughing uncontrollably at god knows what. By far, you are the most sober one, and are absolutely loving it.

Everyone is ten times more hilarious and besides the incident where someone threw up in the shower, everything is great.

Kimi hasn’t been with you much tonight, your best friend being chased by a pretty blonde or getting dragged away by Ollie to tell people stories. But now, he’s definitely not leaving.

He lays next to you, (though it’s more of a sinking into the bed situation) slipping one arm under your waist, the other over top, without a word.

His curls brush your chest, his hands and face cold against your exposed skin. Kimi mumbles something but it’s too incoherent. Besides, you doubt you’d you’d be able to hear a complete sentence with how distracted you are.

Kimi Antonelli. Your best friend. Your platonic soulmate. Your favorite person in the world.

Your favorite person who recently, you’ve started to notice. You know he’s been attractive, just more in a cute way! Now… looking down at his biceps curled around you, the way his veins and muscles stick out- he’s much more than cute.

“I’ve missed you.” He slurs, “You so warm.” He pulls you closer to him, a reminder of how strong he is and how gentle he chooses to be.

You let out a laugh, not finding it funny but not knowing how else to deal with your hot best friend latching onto you.

“Want some water Kimi?” You move your hand to his hair, brushing back the dark curls.

He hums into you, his lips resting on your skin and sending a chill down your spine. “Want you…” It's barely a whisper. But you hear it.

His fingers move then, his thumb brushing against you, scratching your back, falling just under the hem of your cropped shirt.

He’s a very touchy person. He’s always been like that. Kissing your head before you went out onto the track in karts, holding your hand in a crowd, hugging you first after a race, slinging his arm around your shoulder when watching a movie. But for some reason… This feels different.

You look down at his hand resting on your stomach, his fingers long and making you a bit dizzy at the sudden thoughts that overtake you.

You don’t know when it happens, sometime after you pull your gaze from Kimi’s arms and start paying attention to your friend's drunken laughter… you fall asleep.

There was something about Kimi’s body against your, his rhythmic breathing and soft touches, making you drift off in his arms.

You wake up in utter quiet. Your friends are gone, the room is still a mess and when you go to get up, you’re pulled back down by something. Or someone.

Kimi is still attached to you, both in your clothes, both over the blanket. He pulls you closer unconsciously, his eyes flickering over in groggy confusion.

The moment realization dawns on him, his arms are off you, his warmth snatched away. He stares for a second and then, as if he finally understands that you two just slept in each other's arms for literal hours- he sputters out an apology. “Shit- sorry. I- were we like that all night? My head is killing me. Where did everyone go? Fuck.”

He finally stops talking, his cheeks go red and he can’t seem to meet your eyes. You swallow. His head is a mess, the arm that was under you is covered in blanket marks. “I tried to give you water.” Is all you can say.

“I refused?” He raises a brow, finally looking at you again.

You laugh, “More or less.”

He remembers, you realize. You can see it in his eyes. The second they go wide and his cheeks flush even more. “Oh.” His hand goes to his hair, his arm curling into something that makes you wish he was still holding you.

“I’m sorry.” His voice is deeper than usual, still tired and partly scared.

“You don’t have to apologize.” You push your hair back, realizing it’s probably a mess from the pillow.

“I’m embarrassed.”

You shake your head, a part of you aching for him to not me, “You shouldn’t be. You were drunk.”

His words echo in your mind, ‘I want you’. A sick feeling washes over you, like you’ll spend the next year falling asleep to those words in your head.

He scoffs, laughing a bit, “Not that drunk.” your lips turning downward at the way he makes it seem like he’d have to be blacked out to even think about wanting you.

“I mean- not that I would only get with you drunk! You’re hot. Shit. I’d get with you sober! You’re my best friend so it’s weird. Not weird- you’re not weird. I’ve thought about it before!” Your eyes go wide at this as he groans, “I was drunk last night. Just still in my mind, you know? I knew what I was saying. Fuck.” He groans, his ramble making his face grow redder with every confession, “Okay i’m not making this better.”

“Kimi?” You ask, your heart racing but forcing yourself to continue. He looks up at you, nodding. “Shut up.”

You grab his face without another word, slamming your lips against his. He’s always been quick, but you swear he’s never reacted faster than right now.

He kisses back in an instant, his hands finding their rightful place on your waist.

You’re pushed down, giving up control as your head meets the pillow behind you. He’s not rushing or hurrying you, just wanting you closer.

Your hands are on his neck now, pulling him in as his tongue meets your mouth. He slows, kissing you deeper, not harder. You swear in between kisses, wondering how you’re already under him and not caring about the answer.

Kimi’s eyes are dark as he pulls away, “I do want you.” He whispers, breathless against you as he takes a second, “Not in a drunken way.”

You grin, hair fanned out around you as you breathe heavily. “Good.” Your hand leaves his neck, wandering down his the arm you so love. “I want you in every way.”

His face splits into a grin, the type of smile that makes your fingers tingle and cheeks heat. Kimi leans in again, his lips meeting your with a different type of significance. A loving one.

[jungwnies]

mercedes boys | wrong garage, right person

୨ৎ : featuring : mercedes drivers | george russell x reader & kimi antonelli x reader ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by @fastcarsgonyoem) : after a wardrobe malfunction during media day leaves her exposed and stranded, christian horner’s estranged daughter finds herself seeking cover in the mercedes garage, only to walk out wearing their team kit. with tensions already high between her and her father, the media frenzy that follows is nothing compared to the storm waiting back in the red bull paddock. but one driver makes it clear she’s not walking through it alone.

୨ৎ : genre : angst & romance ୨ৎ : tws : ur christian horner's daughter 💀 ୨ৎ : word count : 1089

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ 10k event | masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : being already awake for the live content is so refreshing... it was getting tough waking up at 3am to watch the lives 😭 and can i say how proud I AM OF KIMI BRO OMFG... he is setting new records jdknjcdff (unfortunate sprint tho...)

ʚ・george russell

it was supposed to be a normal media day.

smile, wave, answer a few watered-down questions, ignore your father’s passive-aggressive nod across the paddock, and leave before the headlines twisted your last name into a headline again.

what you didn't plan for was the strap of your tube top snapping mid-interview.

it happened fast — a loud pop, a panicked hand to your chest, and a horrified expression frozen on the face of the poor journalist who definitely didn’t sign up for this. you muttered a choked “i need a second,” and spun on your heel, panic rising in your throat as your eyes darted around the paddock.

no one from red bull was in sight. not your team, not your pr handler — and certainly not your father.

of course not.

the only thing within reach was the nearest garage. mercedes.

you didn’t even think. just ran.

george looked up from his post-briefing water bottle and froze the second he saw you barreling toward him, one hand clutching your chest and the other waving wildly.

“george! shirt— help— please!”

he blinked. “did… did you just say shirt?”

you burst into the garage, chest heaving, cheeks flushed. “tube top snapped. no one’s around. i need a shirt. or something. anything.”

he didn't ask questions. just shrugged off his oversized team tee and handed it over.

it hung loosely on you, swallowing your frame in dark gray cotton and that familiar silver star on the back. you caught your reflection in the side of a car.

oh no.

mercedes branding. all over you. on a media day. in front of half the grid.

you walked back out, head high, trying not to meet the eyes of the cameras that were absolutely capturing this moment. the second you stepped onto the main paddock strip, it was over.

click. click. flash.

“is that christian horner’s daughter… in mercedes gear?”

“was this planned?”

“she defecting?”

you didn’t stop walking until george caught up with you.

“you okay?” he asked gently.

“peachy. i’m just waiting for my dad to explode in the background.”

as if summoned, your phone buzzed. three missed calls. all from him.

george took one look at your screen and exhaled. “you want me to walk you over there?”

you laughed without humor. “you want front row seats to the fireworks?”

“i want you to know you’re not walking into that alone.”

your steps slowed.

you looked at him, this man who didn’t owe you anything — who knew exactly who your father was, what your name meant, and still held out his hand like it didn’t matter.

you took it.

when you finally reached the red bull side, your father stood by the door, jaw clenched, arms crossed.

he opened his mouth — and george spoke first.

“she had a wardrobe malfunction. no one from your team was around. i helped. that’s all.”

christian looked at you. not angry. just cold.

“i’ll handle this later.”

“no,” george said calmly, squeezing your hand. “you’ll handle it respectfully.”

you didn’t say anything. you didn’t need to.

george had already said enough.

ʚ・kimi antonelli

you knew the second the strap popped that it was going to be a disaster.

there was a flash of sound, a startled yelp, and then your hand flew up to your chest as your tube top gave up on life mid-media appearance. the cameras were already flashing. the crowd paused just enough to notice. you backed away slowly, heart pounding, half-hiding behind a barrier and pretending to scroll through your phone as if that would stop the headlines from writing themselves.

of course, no one from red bull was around. especially not your father.

you scanned the paddock like a rabbit ready to bolt. the closest team garage was mercedes. you didn’t even think. you just made a beeline straight for it.

kimi spotted you instantly. he was in the middle of debrief, a bottle of water in one hand, half-listening to a mechanic. but the second he saw you marching toward him with your arm across your chest and panic in your eyes, he moved.

“are you okay?”

“top snapped. can’t find anyone. i need something to wear. literally anything.”

he blinked, then without a word, peeled off his black and silver warm-up shirt and handed it over. it was soft, a little loose, and smelled vaguely like peppermint gum and sunscreen.

you turned away as you pulled it on, face burning.

when you looked back at him, he just smiled a little. “you look good in my colors.”

you smacked his arm lightly. “not helping.”

“sorry.”

you knew it was too late when you heard the cameras clicking. when you turned the corner out of the garage, a few journalists raised their phones like they had just struck gold.

“is that horner’s daughter?”

“in a mercedes shirt?”

your phone started buzzing. you didn’t even look at it.

kimi fell into step beside you. he didn’t say anything at first. just walked with you, calmly, like there wasn’t a storm of speculation brewing on every feed.

“you don’t have to come,” you said quietly.

“i know.”

“you’ll get dragged into this.”

he shrugged. “you didn’t do anything wrong.”

you bit your lip. “doesn’t matter. he’ll say i did anyway.”

kimi stopped walking. you turned to face him, but he just stared straight ahead at the red bull garage down the lane.

“if he says anything out of line, i’ll speak up.”

your heart kicked. “kimi…”

“i don’t care what your last name is. i care that you’re shaking.”

you hadn’t even noticed you were. his hand slipped into yours like it belonged there.

when you reached the edge of the red bull paddock, you saw your father standing near the media doors, arms crossed, expression already tight.

he looked at you. then at kimi. then at the logo stretched across your chest.

“you’re joking.”

kimi didn’t flinch. “her top broke. she needed help. we helped. that’s it.”

your father’s eyes narrowed. “you could have gone to literally anyone else.”

“no one else was there,” you said quietly.

“you’re making a scene.”

the silence was heavy.

your father scoffed. “we’ll talk about this later.”

“no,” kimi said. “you’ll talk to her when she’s ready. not when you feel like being angry.”

you looked at him, stunned.

he didn’t let go of your hand.

and in that moment, you realized it didn’t matter how loud the headlines got.

kimi would always stand between you and the noise.

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[iimplicitt]

WISHFUL THINKING | KA4

pairings: kimi antonelli x unnamed fem! character

summary: kimi has had a bit of a thing for ollie’s best friend for a while now, only issue is, is that she’s under the impression he hates her guts.

song inspo; drive by halsey

warnings: a sprinkle of angst

wc: 2.7k

request; maybe Kimi antonelli, but just like fluff, maybe a bit of angst

It was hard to keep his eyes off her when she came to racing events. No matter what could be going on, no matter what chaos that may be ensuing— she stood out. Not to sound cliche, but Kimi often compared her presence to how rays of sunshine cut through clouds. People couldn’t help but stop and admire her.

It was no surprise that Ollie had been friends with her for so long. When getting into professional racing, it was like friends trickled through a filter. It wasn’t through any fault of their own, really. Life gets busy, schedules don’t match up, and the calls or texts eventually stop.

No matter what life had thrown at Ollie, she was by his side. There was that annoying little feeling buried deep in his chest, just below his heart that felt a bit envious at their relationship. Although Kimi was technically friends with her, it didn’t feel like enough.

He wanted more, and he knew he shouldn’t.

For a whole array of reasons. The obvious being she was Ollie’s best friend. The second, though he might be getting ambitious, is that maintaining relationships is hard in this line of work. Not impossible, that was proven on numerous occasions. But what had also been proven is that they could get messy.

Plus, he wasn’t exactly sure what the full depth of Ollie’s feelings were. He knew the English man cared for her deeply, he knew they hung out all the time, Ollie invited her to races, she would even stay at his house sometimes.

God, those nights where Kimi was invited were the worst.

He could still recall the first night he realised he was done for. Kimi had an early morning the next day so he had called it a night before anyone else, crashing in a spare room Ollie had set up for him. He had found himself looking at her throughout the night. Sure, he had always found her attractive but his throughts typically didn’t expand beyond that. It was such a simple moment, it wasn’t anything to shout at the stars in reckless abandon. Everyone had been out in the back garden for dinner when a bunny had appeared. The way her eyes had lit up, carefully walking towards it. Everyone had expected the bunny to run off at any sudden movement, but it sniffed her hand with its pink nose before cuddling into the scoop of her palm. She refused to move for two hours as everyone talked, not caring her trousers were getting stained by the damp grass. The bunny keeping her company all the while and Kimi watched as the rest of the world faded away from her.

He laid in that bed wide awake for what seemed like hours. Her laugh echoing down the hallway from the kitchen, almost taunting him and he felt his chest constrict with the sound. It was strange, like he was breathing for the first time and his chest had been hallow up until that point.

Ever since then he had looked for her everywhere, sought out the sound of her voice. Part of himself hating that Ollie was the one to make her laugh like that. It was devasting, confusing, and pathetic.

The first day of a race weekend was wrapping up and sweat seemed to cling to him stubbornly no matter how many times he dumped water over his head. His eyes, as always stuck on her and how she smiled up at his friend. He didn’t know what made him ask when Ollie walked up to him, maybe it was the heat or the exhaustion but the words slipped out regardless.

“Do you like her?”

Ollie blinked at him, his cheeks red from the heat. “What?”

Kimi felt childish. They weren’t in primary school but the way his stomach was erupting in butterflies at the mere thought of even holding her hand made him feel like a kid. “You know,” he gestured to her.

Looking over his shoulder in confusion, Ollie spotted who Kimi was talking about and his eyes widened before whipping back around. “No, ew. I mean, she’s lovely. But no.” He then narrowed his eyes as he caught Kimi smile faintly. “Hang on a minute.”

The Italian’s face dropped, not realising he was grinning slightly but he couldn’t help the surge of relief he felt. “What?”

“Do you like her?”

Kimi laughed, trying to brush off the claim but his friend saw through the rouse easily and he wasn’t sure he liked the look that bloomed on Ollie’s face. Not a moment later, Ollie called her over and Kimi felt his stomach drop.

“Wait what—“

“I’m having to do some extra interviews after this, some stuff for Haas. Are you okay if Kimi gives you a ride back to the hotel?”

She nodded, patting Ollie on the arm. “Yeah, that’s fine. Go have fun.”

With a wink in Kimi’s direction, Ollie took off, leaving Kimi to fend for himself. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to thank him or kill him for throwing such an opportunity at him. But opportunity for what? He couldn’t just assume she was interested.

There were small moments he considered, but he was sure he was just being delusional. That she was just being nice. It would be presumptuous of him to think anything could take place, but that small voice in his head urged him to at least try.

Rubbing at the back of his neck awkwardly, he met her eyes once before looking away. It wasn’t like she was necessarily intimidating, but he felt overwhelmed when he got to be close to her. “Let me get changed and then we can go, is that alright?”

She shrugged a shoulder impartiality, casual as ever and he wondered what mental training she went through to always be so calm. No matter what seemed to happen, she kept a level head. She was just…calm. Maybe that’s why the bunny walked up to her so easily, he saw somewhere that animals were really good at reading people and he knew she must’ve had a heart of gold.

“I’ll be quick.” He muttered, turning away and immediately kicking himself. Really? Was that all that he had? He had flirted with girls numerous times with a sense of ease that often surprised himself but he was suddenly robbed of all his language capabilities when it came to her.

She watched him walk away, feeling her heartbeat in her ears and every nerve ending felt on fire. If it weren’t for the wall she was leaning against, she was sure she would’ve fell to the floor.

Panic. She was panicking. And she was going to kill Ollie next time she saw him. The bastard knew she’s had a small crush on Kimi for the past year and then he goes and does this? No warning? Ollie was fully aware how she needed time to prep for things or else she would spiral.

Kimi was going to be giving her a ride back to the hotel. Her mind spun with hopeless longing and all the what if’s, not that there would likely be any. Any time her and Kimi were alone together he looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. He wouldn't look at her, he’d barely utter a word, just…nothing. No inkling of interest beyond kindness and being friends by default through Ollie.

And it killed her. Even now, he seemed less than thrilled at the prospect of driving her. It was confusing, he didn’t used to be like this. He used to joke with her, be more carefree, let her in a little. Then one day she blinked and it was as if she was this thing he couldn’t get rid of no matter how hard he tried. His texts became few and far between, he never called on a whim anymore, he just stopped. She tended to over think in general but it sent her down a rabbit hole of what did i do wrong?

No matter how many times she thought over their interactions, she couldn't think of anything to make him take such a big step back like that. Her mind would wander; maybe she was being too annoying, maybe she was too much, maybe she was too loud, maybe she was too pushy, all these maybes and she felt like she was going insane.

She really shouldn’t be surprised though, she wasn’t necessarily his type. Which, as much as she told herself not to, she compared herself to all the girls he had dated. Having to ground herself in reality that of course it wouldn’t be her. Because why on earth would it be?

Snapping out of her depressing line of thoughts, she watched Kimi approach. Freshly showered and in a new set of clothes with a backpack slung over his shoulder. He met her eyes once before looking away, “Ready?”

“Yeah,” she mumbled, suddenly not overly thrilled by the turn of events. Hopefully the car ride would be quick and the silence not too awkward. She wanted this over with so she could burrow in her hotel room to watch a rom-com and cry.

She followed Kimi to the car he had driven to the track that day, a nice sports car that she couldn’t even begin to fathom the cost of. It didn’t matter how long she had been friends with Ollie, she would never get used to the sheer show of wealth at these events.

Reaching for the door handle, she paused as another hand beat her to it instead, staring at Kimi dumbfounded as he opened the passenger side door for her. He still wasn’t looking at her, but he did gesture with his head for her to get in.

She reality checked the butterflies in her stomach quickly. He could not like her and still be a gentleman, there was no reason to look too deep into it. The leather was clearly expensive and the smell of Kimi’s cologne invaded her senses, smelling warm with a bit of spice and the way it made her head dizzy was a little concerning. No one should smell that good.

Sitting with bated breath, she watched as Kimi walked to the other side before sliding into his own seat. Not sparing her a glance as he got settled and the engine roared to life. Usually she was good with silence but for some reason when it came to the Italian race car driver, the quietness felt suffocating and the air was heavy,

Barely five minutes into the drive she tapped her knees and cleared her throat. Kimi didn’t do anything but raise a brow at her and kept his eyes on the road.

“Kimi?” He hummed in response. “Did I do something to make you hate me all the sudden?”

The way his eyes widened as he turned to look at her for a moment would’ve been comical if it weren’t for the way she felt nauseous as she asked.

“Che? I don’t hate you, why would you say that?”

Despite trying not to, the laugh that left her was painfully dry. “You act like you can’t stand me.”

“Why would you—“

“Kimi, this is the most you’ve spoken to me in months.”

His lips pressed together in a line as he drove, looking at her for another moment before forcing his eyes back on the road. After a moment he sighed, his voice coming out quiet. “I thought distancing myself would help.”

She stared at him, her mind not registering the words properly as she watched the street lights flicker over his face every few seconds. “Help?” Her own voice was a whisper, her heart beating too loudly in her ears and she barely heard herself. Kimi clenched his jaw, seeming to debate with himself as he thought about what to say next and she would’ve given anything to know what was going on in his head.

“Getting into things here is complicated,” he began, struggling a bit to communicate properly what he meant as if he was trying to tiptoe around something bigger. “And with Ollie I just thought it would be messy.”

“So you’ve been ignoring me because of Ollie?”

“I haven’t been ignoring you.” The look she gave him screamed otherwise and he pinched the bridge of his nose as he pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. “No, non è quello che intendevo. Perché è così difficile?” He mumbled to himself before finally turning to look at her. He took a deep breath and she steeled herself for the potential blow to heart he might be about to deliver.

“I like you, tesoro. A lot, but with Ollie being your best mate and the way schedules work I didn’t want to fuck anything up.”

It was as if the world had been yanked from under her feet before the ground came rushing back again, her heart stumbling over itself at the confession. The pure shock of adrenaline and joy mixed with something akin to annoyance bubbled in her throat and she couldn’t wrap her mind around it. “Why would Ollie have anything to do with whether or not you could be with me? I like you too, Kimi. But I’ve been sitting here for months thinking you couldn’t stand me. Even if it was just as friends, that hurt.”

The look on his face made her want to take back all of her words but she knew she meant them. He looked in anguish, hating himself for putting up the walls he had been so keen on keeping in place. Taking it upon himself to protect everyone from any potential emotional damage. She understood the complexities of getting into a relationship with a friend, and how if they go wrong it could blow up in everyone's face. But to not even try? And to just drop off the face of the earth? It wasn’t fair.

“I’m sorry, tesoro.” Before she could register her next thought, Kim’s hand reached up and cradled the side of her face, brushing a thumb over her cheekbone as he looked her over like he was trying to memorise every detail. “I love being around you but it felt like torture knowing I couldn’t do anything.”

Leaning into his touch, she shook her head. “Who said you couldn’t?”

“Cara Mia,” his voice was low, as if in warning and he looked at her pointedly.

“Kimi you can’t focus on all the possible negatives, would it really kill you if we kissed?” At her words, his eyes flicked down to her mouth as his hand slid lower to cup the side of her neck, just slightly bringing her closer. She reached her own hand up to gently take hold of his wrist, eyes meeting his and they seemed to glow in the night. “Ti voglio, Kimi.”

His mouth met hers with such urgency one would think he was a man starved for her touch. The feeling of his soft but slightly chapped lips was enough to drive her to insanity and she could cry at the relief she felt. Finally. Finally, they were giving in. He didn’t need to be scared. All they had to do was take it day by day and she was willing to fight for this with him through the fires of hell if it came to that.

The kiss was messy, fueled by months of longing and miscommunication. Missed opportunities and second guesses. Two lonely, young people who wanted to find a sense of security in one another and they were finally getting a taste of what heaven was like. Teeth colliding and the feeling of his mouth against hers, his tongue exploring the inside of her mouth and her hands dug in his hair. Desperate and devastating and neither would ever get enough. They never wanted to. Each touch was electric and they kept chasing that high, shedding any restraints previously held.

It would be hell to deal with sometimes, but they’d make it work.

“Vita mia,” he said it against her mouth, against her neck, he’d pepper it between each breath and kiss as if she was the air that sustained life. “Mi dispiace, I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know, I know.” She kissed him again, expressing everything she wasn’t capable of saying effectively. Wishing she could talk to him freely in his native tongue. Ever since the first night she met him she started to practise. He was everything and more to her.

“Vita mio,” the words barely had time to swim in the air before he was all over her.

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[paucubarsisimp]

hii! I would like to request a one shot and smau with KA12 with the song i love you, im sorry by gracie abrams or risk its up to you. Thank you if you could make this! 💗💗

i love you, im sorry

pairing: kimi antonelli x reader

summary: in which

warnings: swearing

fc: madison beer

a/n: this was my first smau so please give me some feedback on how i can make it better because i don't really like it that much

f1wags posted

f1wags KIMI ANTONELLI AND Y/N L/N SPOTTED IN TEARS. anonymous reports have suggested the couple has broken up. what does this mean for the f2 driver now? kimi is set to race in f1 for mercedes in 2025, will this impact his debut season?

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user1 NOOO

user2 I WILL CRYY

user3 THERE IS NO FUCKING WAY

user4 omg i feel so bad :( she looks so upset

user5 right??? and kimi's just walking away??

user6 i js know y/n is going to drop a banger after this...

user7 frrrr

2 years later...

yourusername posted

yourusername thank you so much melbourne, you were amazing 🫶 next up: the european leg!!

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yourbestfriend gorgeous 💕💕

yourusername all you love <333

user1 pretty girl!

user2 omg i was there and i had literally the best time 🥹🥹

user3 i'm going to the one in milan!! user4 omg thats so lucky!

user5 kimi in the likes???

user6 he better not hurt her this time user7 i agree, as much as i would love another album, i don't want y/n to be hurt again

f1wags posted

f1wags kimi antonelli's ex girlfriend, y/n l/n was spotted in milan ahead of the monza gp! click here to find out more!

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user1 no fucking way...

user2 i knew they would get back together one day

user3 i never stopped believing in kimiyn

user4 idk how i feel about this...

user5 tbf we never found out why they broke up so idk what to say rn user6 but y/n wrote my tears ricochet about kimi user7 we don't know if that was about kimi tho user8 there's no way it wasn't about kimi, it was the first song she released after their break up

user9 you all are reading way too much into this 😭, she's literally from milan and her family lives there

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[f1daydreamer]

I Believe in You

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You knew something was off the moment Kimi walked into your apartment.

He always tried to hide his emotions—stoic as ever, calm on the outside even when he was on fire inside. But you’d learned to read between the lines: the way he kicked his shoes off a little too fast, the quiet click of the door behind him instead of the usual slam, the way his bag landed on the floor with a heavy thud instead of being placed neatly on the hook.

You peeked up from the couch where you were curled under a blanket, your laptop softly humming beside you. "Hey," you said gently. "Long day?"

Kimi stood there for a moment, frozen like he didn’t know what to do with himself. And then, he nodded—barely. His blue eyes flicked to yours for a heartbeat, glassy with something he didn’t let out often.

"I signed," he finally said. His voice cracked in the middle.

You blinked. "Signed?"

He nodded again. "Mercedes. It’s official."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Wait—Kimi, are you serious?"

He gave you the tiniest smile, like it hurt him to do it, like the weight of the world was sitting on his chest. "Yeah. Toto called this morning. We signed. I’m in for next season."

You were on your feet in an instant, blanket forgotten on the floor. "Kimi! Oh my God!" you gasped, rushing over to him. "That’s amazing!"

But when you threw your arms around him, he didn’t hug you back right away. You pulled back a little to look up at him. That’s when you saw it—the tension in his jaw, the worry swimming in his eyes, his shoulders drawn up like he was waiting for someone to yell at him.

Your hands slid up to cup his face. "Hey. What’s going on? This is good news. Isn’t it?"

He exhaled, his voice small. "I should be happy. But all I feel is... pressure. Everyone’s expecting me to be the next Lewis or Michael or—God, even George. And I’m not. I’m just me."

You felt your heart shatter at the rawness in his voice.

"You’re not just anything, Kimi," you whispered.

He looked away, eyes glued to the floor. "What if I’m not ready? What if I mess it all up? What if I crash in my first race? What if—"

"Stop." You said it softly, but firmly, pulling him closer by the collar of his hoodie. "Kimi Antonelli, you are one of the most talented, hardworking, insanely driven people I have ever met. Mercedes didn’t choose you by accident. They see what I see. What everyone sees. You belong there."

He finally wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into your neck like he was a kid again, desperate to be held. You felt his body tremble slightly as he exhaled. Maybe relief. Maybe fear. Maybe both.

You ran your fingers through his dark curls, holding him tight.

"I’m scared," he admitted.

"I know," you said, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "But that doesn’t mean you’re not ready."

"You were the first person I wanted to tell," he mumbled into your shoulder. "Even before my parents. Before anyone."

That made your chest squeeze with something so soft and warm it almost hurt.

"You’re the first person I wanted to celebrate with. But also... the first person I needed to tell because I knew you’d understand if I wasn’t jumping up and down."

You pulled back just enough to cup his face again, brushing your thumbs under his eyes. "Of course I understand. You’ve been dreaming of this since you were a kid. It’s not just about driving anymore—it’s about pressure, and expectations, and cameras, and headlines. But Kimi, listen to me: none of that matters right now. What matters is you wanted this. You earned this. And you’re not alone."

His eyes softened, and for the first time since walking in, he looked like he could breathe again.

"You really think I can do it?"

"I know you can. Because I’ve seen you drive in the rain, in the chaos, in the worst conditions. I’ve seen you keep your head when everyone else loses theirs. And I’ve seen you come home after a bad race and still be kind. Still be good."

You took his hand and placed it over your heart. "You have this, Kimi. Right here. Every step of the way."

He pulled you into another hug—tighter this time, like he was holding onto an anchor.

You stayed like that for a long time, swaying a little in the quiet of your apartment. The soft hum of the radiator filled the silence, but it wasn’t awkward. It was the kind of silence that felt like home.

Finally, he pulled back and gave you a small, real smile. "You always know what to say."

"It’s part of the job description. Girlfriend, number one fan, and designated speech-giver."

He chuckled. "You forgot professional shoulder to cry on."

"And cuddler. And celebratory cake baker. Speaking of—" You perked up. "We need cake. This is huge, Kimi."

His smile grew, and he nodded. "Can it be chocolate?"

"For the future Mercedes driver? Anything."

You tugged him toward the kitchen, your hands still linked. But just before you reached the doorway, he stopped you.

"Wait."

You turned, surprised.

He looked at you like you were his whole world, his thumb gently tracing over the back of your hand.

"Thank you," he said quietly. "For being proud of me even when I’m not sure I deserve it."

You leaned in and kissed him softly. "You always deserve it."

And that night, you made cake together—badly, with flour in your hair and cocoa on his nose—and he laughed more than he had in weeks. And when you curled up in bed later, wrapped around each other in the dark, he whispered into your skin:

"I think I can do this."

And you whispered back, with all the love in the world:

"You can. And I’ll be here for all of it."

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[gguk-n]

Renewed Passion (Lewis Hamilton x Reader)

Summary- What happens when you meet your right person, wrong time after 18 years of actively avoiding him? Will the love that stayed dormant bloom in full spring or stay dormant? Will you give your heart a chance or will you listen to your brain?

I wanted to make this as cohesive as possible. Sorry if it's not. Google translated Italian. Kinda fucking long lmao. Implied smut.

Part 2

mio dolce bambino- my sweet child

Amore- Love

Il moroso- Sweetheart

[Reader's POV]

I opened the door to my neighbours house and walked right into the kitchen. Manuela was making pasta. It was our traditional bi-annual movie night with the Antonelli's. Our families have been neighbours and friends for generations. Me and Manuela had grown closer after she married Marco, so close in fact, that she made me Andrea's god mother when he was born.

Speak of the devil, Andrea walked into the kitchen and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek. Andrea was on track to becoming a F1 driver. He had the passion and drive in him. I've watched him race a couple times. But I try to keep my distance from race tracks. "I missed you, zia" Kimi exclaimed. I smiled at him patting his back, "aww, I missed you too" "I wouldn't have, if you came to the race." he pouted. "Everyone had come. It was literally the home race and you didn't" he sulked. "I'm sorry sweetheart. I just had a lot of work" I reasoned while giving him a hug. The real reason I didn't go to the race wasn't work and it made me feel like a shitty aunt for not being there for this kid, I considered my own.

"Toto and the Mercedes team met me, again." Kimi announced. I looked at him quizzically. "If you had been present in your nephew's life, you would know." he chided. I apologised and asked him to elaborate. "Well, Toto needs another driver on the grid for Mercedes." he said. "Oh, does Lewis need a new teammate." I asked. "For someone who's nephew is a F2 driver, you know nothing about the sport." he declared. "You know I don't enjoy sports." I reasoned. Actually I stopped watching F1 after 2007. "Actually, Lewis is moving to Ferrari next year, so Toto needs another driver next year with Russel." I was shocked. "Zia, are you listening?" Kimi asked. "Oh, yeah, sorry." I apologised. "You have to come to the Monaco race." he demanded. "You know I'm so busy and I don't even get the race, it'll be so annoying for you." I tried to convince him. He was having none of that. Sadly, I was emotionally black mailed into attending the race in Monaco.

The race weekend was in full swing, Manuela was busy and couldn't make it, so I had to be present for the whole weekend with Marco. Formula one were honouring Ayrton Senna. I was forced by Kimi on to the paddock. With my luck, I almost immediately ran into Sebastian as Kimi left me alone to greet his friends. "Y/N?" Sebastian squinted at me. I smiled and walked towards him, raising my hand with a smile, "Yeah, that's me, Sebastian." I said. He shook my hand. "It's been so long, when did I last see you?" he asked, getting lost in thought. "Macau Grand Prix, 2005" I said. His eyes widened. "I'm surprised, you even recognised me." I laughed. "I don't think I can forget, you and Lewis were insufferable. Both of you made sure we felt lonely." he reminisced. I faked a laugh, "Yeah, that was so long ago. How've you been?" I asked trying to change the topic. "I've been good. I retired." he said. "I heard. That was a good run." I nodded along to my words. "What brings you here?" he quizzed. "My god-son is a F2 racer. He dragged me here." I replied. "Really?? Who is it? Do I know him?" he questioned. "I'm not sure if you do, but Kimi Antonelli is my god-son." I explained. "The 17 year old Toto is after." he chuckled. "It was nice meeting you. See you around Y/N" Sebastian said while leaving after being summoned.

I walked around the paddock. This was my first time in Monaco. I had been able to avoid most of Kimi's races when he was younger since he would believe whatever I said. As he grew older, it kept getting even more difficult since he is quite persistent and tenacious when he wants something; traits you want in a racer not your nephew.

I enjoyed the cool wind blowing through the paddock until I heard Kimi, "Zia" he shouted out to me. I turned around to see Kimi running towards me, "I want you to meet someone." he said dragging me to where he came from. We stopped in front of the man I spent the past 18 years avoiding. "Zia, this is Lewis Hamilton. Lewis this is my god-mother, Y/N Y/L/N." he introduced us. Lewis was always and will always be the love of my life. I kept up with the sport enough to know what he did. Eventually, I stopped obsessing over it. He slowly faded into my memories. He was the reason I never paid any attention to F1. I avoided it as much as possible. He was my right person, wrong place. I never truly moved on from him, I mulled over my thoughts as I was snapped out of them to quickly raise my hand towards him. He shook my hand. It was still slightly rough from all the years of driving; tears pricked my eyes.

Kimi couldn't stop gushing about me to Lewis. His eyes seemed so familiar yet so unknown. The years had treated him well, having won the World Driver's Championship 7 times and ageing like fine wine; I thought. I had lost track of what the conversation in front of me was until Kimi excused himself and asked me to keep Lewis company till he returned. My mouth hung open to protest as Kimi walked away. "You'll catch a fly, darling." Lewis said while using his index finger to close my mouth. I moved back from the sudden touch. "Do you still hate me?" he asked with a pained expression. I could never hate you Lewis, those words remained in my throat. "No" I mumbled. "That's a relief. I hope you only remember the good times." he stated hopefully. I just smiled at him. "I should get going" I announced, turning around until I felt a hand wrapped around my wrists, "Aren't you supposed to be in the Mercedes hospitality" he asked softly. I hated it when he was right. I turned around with a forced smile; "It's my first time in Monaco, I gonna walk around for a bit." I said pulling my hand away from him. "Then I can walk with you, since I've been living here for years" he exclaimed. "If I wanted to walk around with my ex, I would've said so." I stated firmly; walking away swiftly. This was going to be a long weekend.

After walking around for a while and tiring myself out, I met up with Marco who was in deep conversation with Toto. Both of them greeted me and Marco introduced me to Toto. I was a casual spectator in on their conversation when Lewis joined in. Marco knew of the history me and Lewis shared, he would be on the receiving end of my pining. They must've ran into each other at some point; did he never mention me? or Ask about me to Lewis; I wondered. "You look bored" broke me out of my thought, Lewis's lips extremely close to my ear. I shifted to the side, almost falling from losing my balance.I braced my self for the impact that never came, strong arms enveloped me, pulling me close. Time slowed as I found myself locked in gaze with my saviour. I could feel his breath against my face; a sense of warmth spread though my stomach. "You okay" he murmured softly. It was like time had stopped. My eyes slowly darted to the two other men in front of; I quickly pushed Lewis away and straightened myself. "I'm fine. Thank you for catching me. I'm gonna go get some water" I rambled, excusing myself to the refreshments. I almost sprinted to the table, grabbing a bottle; when Lewis took it from me and handed me back an opened bottle. "Still as clumsy as I remember" Lewis chuckled. I gulped the water down. This was not how I imagined ever running into my ex. Let's hope the weekend ends without any more trouble.

I was ready to leave mid-way through the day, but Kimi had a tight hold on my arm as he took me along to introduce me to his friends. I had brought some cookies and treats as a present for the other boys. They all seemed quite well mannered, I must say, for a bunch of teenager. Even when me and Lewis dated, it was like we had magnets attached to us, we'd always be gravitating towards each other. My eyes met Lewis's for a split second before I brought my attention back to Oliver Bearmen, a good friend of Kimi's.

Flashback

"Come on, Y/N. I don't wanna go alone." Mia, my roommate moaned. "Then don't go" I chided. The look of shock on her face was priceless. "Those tickets were fucking expensive and you said you'd do anything for me." she pleaded. "yeah, anything means anything around the house. You know I don't even like racing, it's so" I stopped looking for a better word but none came to mind "boring" I continued. "You did not just say that" she replied in disbelief. That's how I ended up at a Formula Renault UK race in Silverstone in 2003.

Mia had gotten us good seats, I decided to find some snacks to entertain me during the race so I excused myself to the stands to grab something. On the way there, I ran into a man. I braced myself for the fall instead two arms wrapped themselves around my waist steading me and pulling me closer. I opened my eyes to be face to face with a pair of chocolate brown eyes. My heart lurched into my chest. "You okay" he asked. "I'm fine" I replied still in his arms. "As much as I would love to have you in my arms, I have some where to be" he stated. Embarrassed, I fixed myself up. "Thank you..." I looked at him expectantly to say his name. "Lewis, Lewis Hamilton" he replied extending his arm out. "Thank you, Lewis. Y/N" I said while shaking his hand. "You're here for the race, right?" he asked. "Sadly, yes" I responded. A playful smile played across lips at the answer, "well then, let's meet after it's done?" he asked hopefully. "Sure, at least I have something to look forward too" I smiled. "I'll try to make the race eventful" he called out as he ran away.

I didn't know the guy I ran into was a racer. Only found that out when he won the race and was called on the podium. I decided to return to the same place we had the collision, in hopes of running into him again. I waited around until I heard someone call out my name; there stood a very sweaty and wreaked of champaign Lewis. "Congratulations" I commented. "Thank you" he replied. "Didn't take you for a racer" I cocked my eyebrow at him. "Did you like the race?" he asked with a cocky grin on his face. "Not really" I chuckled. "Well I can make it up to you, if you would like me to" he questioned. "And how would you do that?" I asked. "Go on a date with me" he asked with the softest and brightest eyes. "You drive a hard bargain, Mr Hamilton" I replied. I acted like I was thinking before I agreed to go out with him.

Present time

"Earth to zia, you there?" Kimi asked. "Yeah, what were you boys saying, again?" I asked. "Do you have a crush on Lewis?" he whispered in my ear. "What?" I almost screamed. "You've been staring at him the whole time we were talking" he pointed out. Fuck, that's gonna be so embarrassing for me. "You know, he is single and your age. Do you want me to ask him for you?" he wiggled his eyebrows at me. "No no, I just got lost in thought." God, this is going to be tough. "Zia, look he's coming here. Act natural." Before I could comprehend what he meant, I was being greeted by Lewis for the third time today. Can this day end already? "You still find races boring?" he whispered in my ear. I pushed him away, Kimi was staring. "Yes, I hate races" I stated boldly. "Maybe I can change your mind." he teased. "No, thank you. If you will excuse me. Bambino" I tapped Kimi's shoulder, "I'm gonna go get something to eat. Would you like anything?" He said he didn't want anything so I left to get some food.

The day ended with me thankfully no longer running into Lewis anymore. But I did enjoy watching Kimi during free practise. He finished P8 and I consoled him by saying that they were just figuring stuff out and how everything worked. He seemed to cheer up and we ended up having dinner at a restaurant near by. The city was lit up with the hustle and bustle of the race. I saw a couple more racers and people asking for their autograph. I teased Kimi about forgetting me when he's a formula one driver and being too rich and famous for me. He looked appalled at the suggestion. The night came to a close with us back in our rooms and back in bed but sleep wasn't going to come to me this easy.

Flashback

Lewis was finally back from the races. Following him around was proving itself to be quite challenging while being a full time uni student. I decided to make the most of the little time we had together by dragging him around to an arcade, to the mall and lastly my couch so that we could watch Finding Nemo. Lewis was willing to entertain all my childish demands, I realised. We were cuddled up together, our legs intertwined, one of Lewis's hand was under my head and the other rubbing my hand. "You're distracting me, Amore" I muttered. "Pay attention to me them" he pouted. I turned my head around and pecked his lips, slowly turning my body around to face him. I cupped his cheeks; "I missed you" I mumbled against his lips, kissing him again. He pulled me closer by my waist, deepening the kiss. "I missed you too" he whispered against my neck as he left open mouth kisses down to my chest. His hand squeezed my ass, while his lips started suck on one spot. He pushed me against the sofa and took his shirt off in one swift motion.

Present Time

Okay, I need to stop thinking about Lewis, especially naked Lewis. This isn't helping my situation at all. Why am I acting like a teenager? This was starting to get humiliating for me.

After a troubled sleep, morning seem to come very late. I was pulled out of bed by Kimi who was very annoyed that I was still in bed. I quickly got dressed and met Kimi back at the paddock. I spent the whole day following Marco around like a lost puppy. I didn't even see Lewis the whole day. I guess the schedules don't match for F1 and F2. Part of me hoped to see him. I found myself searching the paddock for him. At the end of day I returned back to the hotel heartbroken.

Sunday was my last day in Monaco, Kimi did okay at the sprint. I congratulated him none the less. We decided to go out for dinner and it would be my treat. "I just wanted to do well, for you" Kimi sulked. "You did well, sweetheart. I'm so proud of you. You've come so far, mio dolce bambino" I said giving him a hug and pat on his back. I told him to rest and then we'll head out for dinner. I was looking for Marco to confirm the plan with him, when I saw Lewis, who looked visibly annoyed. "Hey" I waved at him. I saw him visibly relax and wave back at me. I found myself walking towards him, "Everything okay?" I asked. "Yeah, it's nothing. Just team issues" he huffed. "Sorry about that. I hope you can resolve it" I reassured. "Is this why you're moving to Ferrari, next year?" I questioned. "You know" he looked shocked. I laughed, "Kind of hard to miss, when Toto is actively pursuing my god-son." I chucked. "One of the reasons" he added. "Well, I hope you find success" I smiled at him. "Can I hug you?" he asked hopefully. I nodded and opened my arms for him, he found himself wrapping his arms around my waist. The sensation was so familiar, it didn't feel like we were hugging after 18 years. I started rubbing his back, whispering reassurances.

"How long are you here for?" he asked while pulling away from the hug. "I'll leave tomorrow morning." I replied. "You live in Italy?" he queried. I nodded. "Stay, for a few more days. I just, I've missed you" he announced. I bit my lip, "Do you remember why we broke up?" Lewis seemed to think for a moment.

Flashback

"Il moroso" I croaked, my voice hoarse from the screaming match we were having. "No, Y/N I don't get it. Why is it so hard for you to be there for me? It's the least I can ask for?" Lewis yelled. We had been going back and forth, I was in my third year of university and going to all his races while trying to pass the semester and doing an internship was proving to be difficult. It had put a strain on our relationship. He was only in the junior championships and required travelling a lot, I couldn't imagine how much he would be travelling once he was a formula one driver. I hadn't been to a race in a couple months and it was not something I was able to do as often as Lewis wished with the time and financial constraint. In all of this Lewis had seemed to forget that I had a life of my own that I was trying to build while in a foreign country trying to pursue my bachelors.

"Love, you know I can't make it to all the races" I reasoned. "Well, the others can. Some how you're the only one who is so fucking busy" he emphasised. I let out a sigh trying to calm myself down. "I really wanna be there for you Lew, but it's just not possible right now. I landed the best interning job for my degree. It'll help me with my future" I justified. "Your job is more important than me" he probed. I could feel the tears ready to fall, "No, it's not. But you're acting like yours is" I explained. He let out a strained laugh, "Just say it, you don't care about me" "You're putting words in my mouth" I argued. "There are no words to be put, when that's how you feel" he taunted. I ran a hand through my hair, almost pulling at my scalp; "Damn it, Lewis, I fucking love you and I want to be there for you. But you are behaving like a child" I called out. "If I am such a child, then break up with me" he snarled. We had fought before but never like this. We never even joked about breaking up. "I just want to support you and watch you succeed. But that doesn't mean I'll get to do that beside you at all time, I have a life of my own too, you know" I tried to reason with him. "I will succeed, whether I have you around or not. I can't be with someone who can't prioritise me" he said. I faked a laugh, "Ha, says the guy who can't see past his stupid cars, you know what Lewis, I hope you succeed, I truly do. But I also hope you miss me and yearn for the woman that supported you through so much every time you succeed." I declared. "Now, leave my fucking house. We're through" I shouted while pushing him out before my tears started to fall.

I spent the next few days crying, moping around, eating a shit ton of ice cream and having Marco console me. That man really heard me pine and crib for months. The only time I was truly happy during those sad months was Andrea's birth and being asked to be his god-mother. I took those duties very seriously. That kid helped me move on from my first adult relationship and heart break.

Present Day

I've dated multiple men after Lewis, but no one stuck. I never even settled down because deep down my heart was still stuck on him. I kept up with Lewis's life until I graduated and slowly lost the time to keep up with formula one. When I heard he had won his first world championship, I was in London, working at my 9-5 when my colleague ran to me to announce that a Brit was the latest world champion. I saw his face plastered on the news and felt some sort of relief, watching him succeed like he said he would. I had almost forgotten about it all, until Kimi joined the Mercedes drivers academy. I had kept my space from all his races after he transitioned to single seat racing.

"You know what you said, the day we broke up, came true" he uttered. I gazed inquisitively. "About me succeeding, but missing you" he stated. I looked at him in disbelief for a moment, before the words came back to me, I placed a hand on my chest in shock, "I didn't mean" I said before I was cut off by "I know you didn't. But I did miss you a lot whenever I won a race or for that matter my championships." he smiled at me, reminiscing all those moments. I smiled at him sadly. "I'm sorry for ruining your wins" I mumbled. "You didn't ruin them. But" he said with a glimmer in his eyes, "there's a way you can make it up to me" I peered at him with uncertainty. "Go on a date with me" he said. "Lewis" I responded. "Y/N" he replied. "You remember why we broke up, I still have a job that I love and my life has really worked out in my favour" I commented. "So do I. However, you can not" he stressed, "cannot hold what I said at 21 against me." he announced. I ruminated on that thought for a moment, "Ok, but this is your last chance." "Love, do you take me for a fool? I would never let this opportunity go. I'll never repeat the mistakes of my past, I promise" he said while holding both my hands in his. I leaned in and pecked his cheek. "I'll stay back in Monaco for a couple more days. This is your chance to convince me why I should date you?" I stated. "You'll know that you want me in a couple of hours." he grinned. "Don't get too cocky Mr Hamilton" I smirked. He just leaned in with his breath fanning my skin, "Can I kiss you, darling?" he requested. "You gotta earn it, Hamilton" I teased. "I've waited for so long for this" he mumbled. "Then you can wait a little longer" I giggled. I felt a pair of hands against my waist. "I could've if you weren't this close" he said with our lips almost touching, he intently eyed them. "Maybe one won't hurt" I thought loudly, my resolve breaking. "Thought so" he chuckled, while leaning in to kiss me.

I might do a part 2, but like if you guys want one. I know where I want to go with this, if i write another part. If you like this lemme know, it'll encourage me to write the next part then thank you for reading!! Hope you liked it!!

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Lyric Prank

MV1, LN4, CL15, CS55, KA12, OP81, GR63, PG10, EO31, AA23, x girlfriend! reader

fic summary: you're bored and decide to Prank your boyfriend with song lyrics

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Main Masterlist

(Max) Complicated (Avril Lavigne)

(lando) You Should Be Sad (Halsey)

(charles) The Night We Met (Lord Huron)

(carlos) Somebody That I Used to Know (Gotye)

(kimi) Traitor (Olivia Rodrigo)

(Oscar) Since U Been Gone (Kelly Clarkson)

(George) Mad Woman (Taylor Swift)

(Pierre) Happier Than Ever (Billie Eilish)

(Esteban) Jealous (Nick Jonas)

(Alex) Hot N Cold (Katy Perry)

[papayainsectorone]

Bad Day Fix

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request: can you write about comforting kimi antonelli after a bad race or hes sad

content: angst, fluff, vulnerability, healing, comfort, reassurance, bad race, established relationship

word count: 1,7k

pairing: kimi antonelli x fem!reader

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You know it’s bad before you even see him.

The broadcast cuts off and the silence that follows feels heavier than the race itself. You’re left staring at the black screen, heart caught somewhere between frustration and helplessness — that gnawing twist in your chest when things unravel, slowly at first, then all at once.

The race had been chaos. A strategy that didn’t work. A pit stop that went long. The car fighting him through every lap. You watched the whole thing unfold from the couch, gripping a pillow like it could somehow keep the wheels turning, keep him afloat.

But it hadn’t. And now he’s somewhere out there, probably still in his suit, still wound tight, unraveling in a paddock garage with too-bright lights and too many eyes.

You wait for the message. A text. A sigh. Even a single emoji — his usual heart or thumbs-down when he's grumpy but okay.

Nothing comes.

That’s the second sign.

By the time the hotel room door clicks open, the sun’s gone. You’ve been sitting on the bed for hours, pretending to read, re-reading the same paragraph until the words mean nothing. When Kimi steps in, it’s like the energy in the room shifts — sucked out in one breath.

He doesn’t say anything. Just drops his bag by the wall like it might explode if he touches it too long. His shoulders are curled inward, baseball cap tugged low, jaw set like he’s trying not to crack his own teeth from clenching too hard.

“Hey,” you say, soft and steady.

He nods. That’s all you get.

You close the book, setting it gently on the nightstand, and pat the bed beside you. “Come sit.”

For a second, he doesn’t move — eyes fixed on the floor, the silence stretching too long. Then he does. Slowly. Like every step is a weight. But he doesn’t sit on the bed. He lowers himself to the floor in front of it, elbows braced on his knees, cap still hiding most of his face. He stares at the carpet like it said something cruel.

“I fucked up,” he says, voice rough and low. “Everything. The strategy was shit, yeah, but I should’ve adapted. Should’ve seen it earlier. I should’ve pushed, saved the tires better. I don’t know. Something.”

You slide closer, shift onto your stomach at the edge of the bed until you can rest your chin gently on his shoulder. You don’t push. Don’t try to fix it. Just offer the truth.

“You did everything you could.”

His shoulders tighten under your touch. He doesn’t lean into it, not yet, but he doesn’t pull away either. That’s enough for now.

“I hate how it felt,” he murmurs, the words thick, like they cost him something to say. “Like I wasn’t even driving my own race anymore. Just reacting. Like the whole thing slipped out of my hands and I couldn’t grab it back.”

You stay quiet, the weight of your chin resting lightly against his hoodie. You can feel the tension radiating off him in waves — jaw clenched, fingers knotted together, legs bouncing faintly with leftover adrenaline.

“I tried to reset,” he goes on. “Told myself, ‘You’ve got time. You can still pull something from this.’ But then I came out behind traffic, and the grip was gone, and I just—” He cuts himself off, exhaling hard. “I don’t know why it messed me up so bad.”

His voice doesn’t break, but it dips. Frustrated. Fragile. Like he’s angry for even letting it get to him.

You shift slightly, letting your hand move until your fingers curl around his bicep. Just grounding him. No pressure.

“It matters to you,” you say gently. “That’s not a weakness, Kimi. It’s the opposite.”

He finally looks at you. Just a glance over his shoulder, eyes ringed with exhaustion, but something in them flickers — like maybe, just maybe, he hears you.

“I just keep thinking about what I should’ve done. I keep playing it back like I can undo it if I watch it enough times.”

“You’re not a robot,” you remind him. “You’re allowed to be frustrated. But one race doesn’t rewrite who you are.”

Kimi swallows hard, and for a moment, it’s like the silence is going to win — like he’ll shut down again, slip into himself and wall it all off. But then he exhales, rough and long, and leans back just enough for his shoulder to brush yours. Not fully leaning. Not yet. But closer.

“Everyone always says ‘move on’ or ‘learn from it,’” he mutters. “But right now I just feel…embarrassed. Like I let people down.”

You shift off the bed slowly, sliding down to the floor beside him. Legs folded, back against the edge of the mattress. You take his hand — still clenched — and gently pry his fingers open so you can thread yours through them.

“You didn’t let anyone down,” you say, firm but soft. “Especially not me.”

His jaw ticks again. His fingers twitch around yours. “You always say the right thing,” he mutters, but there’s a trace of warmth in it now. Quiet gratitude buried under everything else.

“I say what’s true,” you answer. “Even when you forget it.”

For the first time, Kimi lets his head fall sideways, resting against your shoulder. It’s not dramatic or loud. Just tired. Real. His cap shifts, revealing a bit more of his expression — flushed from the long day, brows still pinched like his brain won’t stop replaying the track.

You nudge his head softly. “Come on. Scoot up.”

He blinks like he didn’t expect you to say anything — like he forgot, for a moment, that he’s allowed to ask for comfort. But after a beat, he moves, slow and wordless, crawling up onto the bed.

You shift too, sliding back toward the headboard until you’re sitting upright, knees bent slightly. Kimi settles in between your legs, his head resting on your stomach, arms curled loosely around your waist. He exhales again, the sound quieter this time, more resigned than tense. His whole body melts into you, like gravity’s finally winning.

Your fingers move instinctively to his hair, slipping beneath the edge of his cap to run through the soft strands at the nape of his neck. He lets out a quiet sound — not quite a sigh, not quite a groan — and closes his eyes.

“There we go,” you murmur, barely audible over the room’s hush. “That’s better.”

He doesn’t speak, but his grip tightens slightly around you, just enough to say thank you again without words.

You let him stay like that, gently carding your fingers through his hair, the slow rhythm of it anchoring you both. The hotel room is still, the only sound the muffled buzz of the city outside and the occasional shift of fabric when he breathes a little deeper.

Time stretches. Not in a heavy way — more like a blanket pulled up over both of you.

After a long while, he speaks, voice thick with exhaustion but softer than before.

“Do you ever think it’s stupid? That I care this much?”

You look down at him, frowning. “No. Never.”

His cheek is warm against your stomach. He doesn’t open his eyes, just listens.

“Because if you didn’t care,” you continue gently, “you wouldn’t be you. You wouldn’t fight this hard. You wouldn’t have gotten as far as you have.”

He shifts slightly, pressing his forehead more firmly against you. “It just hurts. Failing like that. In front of everyone.”

“You didn’t fail.”

He doesn’t argue, but he doesn’t agree either.

So you lower your voice even more, soft and certain. “You had a bad day. That’s all it was. A bad day. But you’re still Kimi. You’re still…you.”

Another beat of silence. And then:

“Keep talking,” he says, muffled against your hoodie. “I like when you talk like that.”

You smile gently, bending to press a kiss into his hair. “Good. Because I could say it a thousand times and it would still be true.”

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[pit-stop-princess]

Click Click - Chapter Three

Ollie Bearman x Photographer!Fem!Reader

Kimi Antonelli & Antonelli!Sister!Reader

Summary: I came to F1 with my little brother Kimi to photograph his rookie season, not to fall for his best friend and Haas's golden boy. Somehow, Ollie Bearman keeps ending up in my shots!

Warnings: Angst, fluff, awkward text messages, young Kimi panicking, self-doubt, talk of perfection, picture of woman in swimsuit, light swearing

Word Count: 1694, not including text threads or social media posts

Notes: I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. It's very long. I'm graduating in just two weeks, so I've been feeling very nostalgic lately, and this chapter very much reflects that. Val's face claim is Niki Victoria for the sake of consistency. All in all, please enjoy and let me know what you liked about it!

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Nine Years Ago, ages 11 & 12

The kart was still smoking faintly when I reached the edge of the track, skidding to a stop just past the barriers. Kimi had ripped off his helmet and sat slumped in the grass, tear tracks already streaking the dirt on his cheeks. His hair stuck to his forehead in damp little curls, and he looked about two seconds from a full meltdown.

“My engine died,” he said, voice breaking halfway through. “It just- it stalled and I couldn’t fix it and I DNF’d the race and-”

“Hey,” I said, crouching in front of him. “Breathe, Kimi. It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” he sniffled. “I practiced so hard. And I was gonna win. You said I could win.”

“You can win.” I reached out and wiped a smudge of oil off his nose. “Just not today.”

He curled his hands into fists. “It’s not fair.”

“No,” I agreed. “But you’re not done yet.”

He looked up at me through wet lashes, lip wobbling. “What if I never make it?”

I smiled, even though my throat was suddenly tight. “Kimi, I swear on the stars you will. And when you do? I’ll be there. Every race. Every lap. Camera in hand, yelling louder than your entire pit wall.”

His eyes went wide. “You promise?”

“I promise,” I said, tears pricking my own eyes, pinky out. “You race. I’ll shoot. Deal?”

He linked his pinky with mine. “Deal.”

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Present Day

speed bump = Kimi, ollie bearman = Ollie Bearman, that bitch val = Valentina (Val)

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Val was waiting for me at the airport. She's tall, all sharp cheekbones and bright blue eyes, with beautiful curls that live in a perpetual state of artful chaos. She’s got the kind of style that looks effortlessly put together, even when it’s just thrifted jeans, a cropped tee, and golden hoop earrings.

We met at fourteen, two kids who dreamed too big for their school and the nuns who ran it.

Val was the new girl from Florence with clean blue nail polish and dreams of being a model. I was the girl with a camera instead of friends, always in the back of the classroom documenting shadows and corners and silence.

We were on a class trip when I asked if I could take a picture of her for the first time. I posed her, set up my angle, and got the shot. It was my first photo I was truly happy with since leaving Kimi.

When I showed Val the shot, she gripped my arm and told me I was the only one who made her look like her.

We’ve stuck together ever since.

She speaks with her hands, her heart, and absolutely no filter. One minute she’s dramatically reenacting a conversation with the cute barista at the cafe, the next she’s waxing poetic about the symbolism in a street mural or why that particular pigeon seems to be giving her attitude. There’s always a snack in her bag, a book with a cracked spine, and at least three bandages for other people’s blisters.

I told her how I loved motorsports, but stopped when Kimi went to the academy. I showed her the pictures I had taken, a year old at that point, and then newer pictures of people, landscapes, close-ups, and everything in between.

“You always think you’re photographing people doing something. Driving. Laughing. Walking. But the ones that matter, they’re when the person forgets they’re doing anything at all. It’s the breath between words. The blink after a smile. That’s the truth.”

When we left school, we built our empires. I would photograph for her, she would model for me. Our portfolios grew in tandem. She got her first job with a boutique brand in Milan. I got published in a small arts zine out of Rome. When I landed a travel feature for a new indie magazine, Val came with me to the Amalfi coast, wearing vintage scarves and red lipstick, standing barefoot on sea-slick rocks while I got the shot.

“You make me look like someone worth looking at,” she said once, quiet and serious, as we reviewed the prints in a café booth sticky with sugar.

I laughed. “You always were.”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. “Before you, I just felt… pretty. Now I feel seen.”

And now, here she is, picking me up from the airport, hugging me so tight I lose my breath, already talking a mile a minute about the pasta she made and the barista she may or may not have a crush on but is too stubborn to admit it.

“I missed you,” I say into her hair, which smells like bergamot and sea salt.

She squeezes me tighter. “You left for, like, two weeks.”

“I know,” I say. “Too long.”

She pulls back, squints at me, then grins. “You look pale.”

“You look chaotic.”

“Thank you,” she says proudly. “Now come on. I made pesto. And I want to hear everything.”

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“So. Kimi sent you Ollie’s number, you texted first, he responded, and then the conversation died.”

“SÌ, basically. I think he might have been busy because he said he was ‘just training’ but I don’t know if I came across as too awkward.” I said, flopping down on her couch. “We haven’t talked outside of Kimi introducing us, so maybe it was too soon?”

Val shrugged her perfectly tan shoulder. “Maybe.”

“You’re supposed to lie and assure me it wasn’t too soon.”

She blinked at me. “Okay, you came off tragically normal. That’s even worse.”

I groaned and threw my arm over my eyes. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” She said, standing up gracefully. “Now come on, you’re back home, and we’re going to the beach. I need fresh air, and you need the sun.”

“I’m not that pale!”

She threw my swimsuit at me.

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I had missed the beach.

By the time we got down to the shore, the sun was bright and the sea was throwing glitter across the surface with every wave. I kicked off my shoes and wandered to the edge of the tide, the sand already cool and damp beneath my feet.

I just stood there, let the breeze get into my hair, let the waves pull at my ankles, let the sun kiss my skin. I could hear Val rustling around behind me, probably laying out her towel like a ritual, probably already monologuing to a seagull.

I turned just in time to see her toss a sun-warmed peach into the air and catch it like she was in a commercial for perfect summer evenings.

“Come on,” she called. “You're allowed to be dramatic, but not that dramatic.”

I laughed, and it felt good, loose and warm in my chest. I jogged back up the shore, collapsing beside her and stealing one of her chips.

“Hey!”

“Friend tax.”

We spent the rest of the day sunbathing and taking pictures. As much as I loved photographing F1, I missed taking photos of Val.

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Five Years Ago, ages 13 & 15

It was late.

Too late for the track to still be echoing in his head, but I could see it in the way he sat on the curb- hunched over, hands loose between his knees, helmet abandoned beside him like it’d said something mean. The kart was parked a few feet away, half-loaded onto the trailer, the last stragglers from the paddock already packing up and heading out.

I sat down next to him, not saying anything at first. Just breathed in the warm, dusty air, the scent of engine grease and old asphalt.

He didn’t look at me. Just said, flatly, “I was shit today.”

“You weren’t.”

“I was. I spun out. I missed the apexes. I didn’t listen.” He ran both hands through his hair, frustrated. “Everyone saw it. They always see it. Every mistake, every second too slow-”

“Kimi.”

He kept going like I hadn’t spoken. “And I can’t keep up. Not with the guys the scouts are watching. Not if I keep messing it up every time it counts. Maybe I’m not- maybe I’m not cut out for it.”

“Andrea.” I touched his arm. “Look at me.”

He did, eventually. Eyes bright and wet in the glow from the nearest overhead light, jaw tight with everything he couldn’t say out loud.

“You are not your lap time,” I said gently. “You are not your placing or your telemetry data or how many people are looking at you. You are the kid who listens. Who learns. Who takes everything people throw at him and actually gets better. That’s rare, Kimi.”

He sniffled, quietly. “Doesn’t feel like enough.”

I tilted my head, nudged my shoulder into his. “You want to be perfect. But you don’t need to be. The ones who last? They take the hits, take the lessons, and come back swinging. You already do that.”

He picked at a loose thread on his race suit. “You’re always chasing the perfect picture.”

“SÌ, I am. Everyone is chasing perfection fratellino, but all you can do is attempt to be better than your past self. Learn from your mistakes, give yourself grace, and prepare for the next round.”

He didn’t say anything, so I looked up, out, into the vast stretch of stars overhead, and said, “You know what I think about sometimes?”

He glanced at me. “…What?”

“How lucky it is. That we’re on the same planet. In the same moment in time. Under this same sky.” I gave him a small smile. “Like, out of every possible version of the universe, we ended up in this one. Where I get to know you. Be here with you.”

Kimi blinked. “That’s weirdly comforting.”

I shrugged. “We’re small. But we’re not alone.”

He leaned against me then. Just a little. Not enough to crush me with shoulder pads or helmet hair, but enough that I could feel him start to breathe normally again.

“Thanks,” he whispered.

“Always,” I whispered back. “I’m not going anywhere, Kimi. And even when I’m not beside you we are still under the same sky, remember?”

He looked up, lips twitching into something soft and tired and real. “Same sky.”

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Hii babe, I have another little request if you’re taking them!

Could you write something Kimi Antonelli x fem!reader where she’s super stressed because she’s about to take her final exams (like the French bac) and she hasn’t started revising at all?? It’s literally in a month, and she feels completely overwhelmed and behind.Like she’s spiraling a bit, maybe crying over highlighters and making dramatic “I’m gonna fail” speeches while Kimi just tries to calm her down and support her. Maybe he helps her organize her revision or just stays with her through the stress, reminding her that she’s smart and capable even if she doesn’t feel like it.Basically soft academic panic + golden retriever boyfriend energy. Only if it inspires you of course!! But I’d love that dynamic.

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“I’m gonna fail!” Is the first thing Kimi hears when he walks into her room. She’s sat on her bed, surrounded by notebooks, two computers, an ipad, loose paper, and a million sticky notes.

There are tears streaming down her face. When she asked him to bring over some highlighters, he did not expect this. “Love, no you’re not.” He says calmly, clearing a path in the mess of study material so he can sit next to her.

Kimi takes her hand, rubbing her back at the same time he kisses her marker covered hand. “I’m so stupid- I haven’t studied at all! I’ve been so distracted and didn’t even see it coming even though it’s been on the calendar for months!” He wails, hurrying her face into his shoulder as he hums in understanding.

“Then we’ll study every day until the exam. You’re the smartest person I know, You literally single handedly got me through my last year of math.” This makes her laugh a bit, sitting up again and sniffling.

“You’ll be gone though.” This makes her get a second wind of her meltdown, reminded of Kimi’s busy schedule and how she doesn’t fit into it.

“We can facetime!” He rubs her arms methodically, “You do need to sleep after all… I'll be racing when you’re sleeping.”

“I have no time for sleep!” She groans, looking around her and letting her tears fall onto the paper.

He takes her face in his hands, “Baby…” Using his thumb, he gently wipes her cheeks as she pouts with wide teary eyes. “You can do this. You already know more than your class, you just need a couple extra study days.”

She sniffles again, a broken sob escaping her lips. Kimi frowns, his hands back on hers, “Breathe for me, yeah?”

She breathes in with him, then out. After a couple rounds, the only remnants of her tears are the drops on her shorts and papers. “I’ll be here all night, okay? I brought highlighters too!” He turns to the papers and when she sees the bright highlighters he pulls out of his pocket, she breaks down again.

“Baby…” She sobs as his soft words, “Hey- it’s gonna be okay.”

“Thank you.” She says, pushing back her hair that’s escaped her bun, “You’re the best ever.”

He smiles, tucking a particularly stubborn piece of hair behind her ear, “Show me where to start and you’ll be teaching this to me in no time.”

She smiles at her boyfriend, wondering how she got so lucky with the most comforting boy in the world. “I love you.” She kisses his cheek and leans into him again, “I’m sorry for dragging you into this.”

“Never apologize for asking for help.” He kisses her softly on the lips, “And you’re not dragging me into this. I love you. Spending time with you is all I want. Especially if I can help you in any way.”

She almost cries again at his words, instead she wraps her arms around him for one last hug before the two get to work.

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LITTLE THING

Explicit language, manipulation, toxic behaviors, distress.

summary:

Kimi is a highly ambitious and busy young man, and his life takes a dramatic turn when Mercedes F1 discovers his talent, propelling him into the spotlight. However, this newfound attention and success come at a cost—sacrificing large parts of his personal life. Despite everything, Kimi is determined not to lose the only love he has ever known in the process.

The bedroom door creaked open, allowing slivers of light to spill into the room. The disturbance pulled you from your peaceful slumber, prompting you to lift your head from the pillow to see who dared to interrupt. Your reaction wasn’t one of surprise or joy. Instead, your gaze settled on Kimi—exhausted, disheveled, and slowly making his way toward the bed.

He made a half-hearted attempt to greet you, but the sight of your cold, unwelcoming expression stopped him in his tracks. The look on your face wasn’t one meant for friends. It was sharp, laced with frustration and the unspoken question: *What the hell are you doing coming home at this hour?*

4 AM.

For anyone else, this would have been a clear betrayal of trust—a late-night excuse too flimsy to hold weight. But for Kimi, a young F1 driver with a grueling schedule and relentless ambition, it was almost expected. Almost.

The endless hours of training, practice sessions, and races consumed him. It consumed both of you. And you? You were tired. Tired of feeling like you came second to the roar of engines and the fleeting applause of spectators.

“I was practicing,” he muttered, his voice an attempt to justify his lateness. He didn’t want to add to the tension that hung thick in the air, though his words only deepened the crack forming between you both.

“I know,” you replied curtly, your tone sharper than you intended. “But is staying out until 4 AM also part of your training?”

Your words cut through him, and his eyes flickered with something—guilt? Annoyance? It was hard to tell. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his messy hair before sitting at the edge of the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight, but you stayed rooted in place, your arms crossed over your chest like a barrier.

“It’s not like that,” he said quietly, almost pleading. “You know how important this is to me, how much I’ve—”

“And what about me, Kimi?” you interrupted, your voice rising slightly. “Where do I fit in all of this? Or have you forgotten that I exist when you’re out there chasing something that barely leaves space for us?”

His jaw tightened, and he looked away, unable—or unwilling—to meet your gaze. The silence that followed was deafening, a sharp contrast to the noise of your internal turmoil.

“I’m doing this for *us*,” he finally said, his voice strained. “Everything I’m putting myself through, it’s so we can have a future, so I can give you—”

“You’re doing this for *you*,” you snapped. “Don’t pretend it’s for me when I’m the one who’s left alone, night after night, wondering if I even matter to you anymore.”

His head whipped around, and for the first time that night, his tiredness gave way to something darker. His eyes burned with intensity as he leaned closer, his voice low and deliberate.

“Don’t you dare,” he hissed. “Don’t act like I’m some selfish bastard when I’ve been breaking myself into pieces for this. For *us*. You think I don’t feel the weight of this? That I don’t fucking hate what it’s doing to you? To us?”

You flinched at his tone, but you refused to back down, your own anger simmering beneath the surface.

“Then stop,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “If it’s breaking you, if it’s breaking *us*, why can’t you just stop?”

His laugh was bitter, almost cruel. “Stop? You don’t get it, do you? If I stop, I lose everything I’ve worked for. Everything. And then what? You’ll still be here, won’t you? Waiting for me to fail?”

The words hit harder than they should have, a toxic mix of guilt and manipulation that left you reeling. You wanted to yell at him, to shove him away, but instead, you felt tears sting your eyes.

“You’re losing me, Kimi,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “Is that enough to make you stop? Or am I just another sacrifice for your dream?”

The room fell silent again, the weight of your words hanging heavy in the air. Kimi’s face crumpled, the anger in his expression melting into something far more vulnerable. But you didn’t wait for his response. Instead, you turned your back to him, lying down and pulling the blanket over your trembling form.

You felt him move, heard the quiet sound of his breath as he hesitated. You half-expected him to leave, to slam the door and disappear into the night. But instead, he stayed. His hand hovered over your shoulder, unsure, before finally retreating.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, his voice cracking. But the words felt empty, a promise you weren’t sure he could keep.

And as the clock ticked on, you both lay in the suffocating silence, two people trapped between love and ambition, unable to find a way out.

The room remained engulfed in a suffocating silence, broken only by the sound of your breathing, heavy and loaded with unspoken emotions. As you lay with your back to Kimi, trying to steady the tremble in your body, something shifted. It wasn’t a word or a sudden movement—it was an energy, a quiet surrender.

His hand moved again, this time with more certainty, gently resting on your shoulder.

“Please…” he whispered, his voice rough, cracked with exhaustion and guilt. “Don’t turn away from me.”

You didn’t respond immediately, but you didn’t pull away either. His hand slid down your arm, finding yours under the blanket. He held it tightly, as if afraid you might disappear.

“You’re right,” he said after a long pause. “I’m losing you, and it’s my fault. I’ve been so blinded by what I want to achieve that I forgot what truly matters.”

Slowly, you turned to face him, your eyes meeting his. There were tears in his gaze, a vulnerability he rarely showed.

“Kimi…” you started, but he shook his head, cutting you off.

“Let me finish. I’m here because I love you, because you’re the only thing that keeps me grounded when everything else feels like it’s falling apart. But I’ve been a fool. I’ve put my dream ahead of you, of *us*, and there’s no excuse for that.”

His words formed a lump in your throat. For months, you had waited to hear him say something like this, something to remind you that you still mattered to him.

“So, what do we do now?” you asked, your voice trembling.

Kimi held your gaze, his hands clutching yours with desperation.

“I’m going to change. I can’t give it all up because this is part of who I am, but I’m going to find a balance. I’ll make sure you feel like you’re part of my life, not someone left on the sidelines. I can’t promise it’ll be easy, but I want to try—with you.”

The sincerity in his voice disarmed you. You took a deep breath, letting the weight of resentment begin to lift.

“I don’t want you to give it up, Kimi,” you finally said. “I just want to feel like I’m still here with you, that I’m not a shadow in your life.”

He nodded quickly, as though your words were a lifeline.

“I will, I promise.” He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I don’t want this to be the end of us.”

For the first time in weeks, hope flickered in your heart. You gave him a small smile, fragile but genuine, and allowed yourself to melt into his embrace. The warmth of his arms was a silent promise, a step toward something better.

That night, for the first time in a long while, you both fell asleep together, with no distance or silence between you—only the commitment to rebuild what had been broken. The path ahead wouldn’t be easy, but at least now, you knew you’d walk it together.

[f1-mcmuffin]

MCMUFFIN MASTERLIST

MAX VERSTAPPEN |1 / 33|

LANDO NORRIS |4|

CHARLES LECLERC |16|

GEORGE RUSSELL |63|

OSCAR PIASTRI |81|

LEWIS HAMILTON |44|

CARLOS SAINZ |55|

DANIEL RICCIARDO |3|

[paucubarsisimp]

𐙚 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞

❥ f1 drivers when you don't say "i love you" back

❥ lego cars

[f1daydreamer]

F1 Materialist

KA12 Materialist

♡ One-shots

Wrapped in Love

Soft Spot

New Wag

Dancing for You

I Believe in You

☆ Series

Love at first sight P2

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