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[dedeinthewild]

I should be studying but I'm so thrilled! I've tried coloring some parts of the text and putting a little summary following @jungwnies 's tutorial and I have to say that it looks so good!

(I know, I get excited for the little things... it's just a matter of time before I fix everything to be more consistent but I want to wait for the results of the votes about the font :)

-dede💫

hey! i was wondering if you could write a paul aron x reader fic with prompt 43 (“as much as i appreciate this random back hug, would you mind telling me who you are?”), where paul hasnt seen the reader (his former not so former crush) in a year or so, use to be good friends in the prema days. and at some point he finally tells her how he feels??🩵📆

I'm so sorry it took this long but your request was among the ones that had deleted themselves, so I had to so some weird trick to retrieve it... however, I hope you'll like it as much as I do! x

paul aron x reader, friends to lovers

"Deal. But fair warning—I’m taking you down with me."

summary : Stranded in London after a flight cancellation, the last thing she expected was to run into him—Paul, the boy she hadn’t seen in years but never quite forgot. A freezing night, an ice rink, and a city wrapped in snow bring back everything they left unsaid. Maybe fate has a sense of humor after all.

London turned magical when winter arrived, brazen and unapologetic, wrapping itself around the city. The streets lit up with festive displays, drawing the wide-eyed wonder of children enchanted by the season—or of those who never tired of its charm. Crowds swarmed airports, and navigating the bustling sidewalks became a challenge, with cameras and impassive Londoners clutching their coffees as obstacles.

But not everyone was there by choice. For some, like her, it was just a layover gone wrong. A flight cancellation, caused by a faulty landing gear, had left her stranded and forced to reach out to an old friend for a favor.

As if fate were in on the joke, an air hostess in her polished uniform, with long legs and neatly tied hair, had informed her with the sweetest smile that she wouldn’t make it home before Christmas Eve. Glancing down at the woman’s name tag, she’d noticed the irony: Noel.

It was almost laughable.

Surrounded by businessmen clutching their sleek black cases and children glued to the terminal windows, mimicking the roar of jet engines, she stood out like a black sheep in her oversized hoodie and headphones. The headphones, at least, spared her from the din of festive well-wishes and the fiery Spanish woman loudly arguing with her sister over the phone.

“Haven’t got on the flight. Is my bed still free?” she quickly texted a friend she hadn’t seen in years, hoping to avoid the expense of a hotel room during one of the busiest times in London.

“Depends,” her friend replied, “are you cooking me dinner?”

She smiled.

Over a simple pasta dish and some catching up, the two had changed into warmer clothes and taken the Tube to a small, lesser-known spot her local friend insisted was perfect for a unique night out.

“I can’t ice skate,” she protested, eyeing the long line of eager skaters queuing up for the rink. She leaned against the wooden railing, skeptical.

Her friend adjusted the scarf around her neck with a grin, nudging her glasses into place. “Shut up for once. I’ll teach you.”

And yet, somehow, she wasn’t surprised when, minutes later, her friend left her on the ice to greet some acquaintances nearby. That left her clinging to the wooden edge of the rink, muttering curses under her breath as a speedy skater whizzed past, nearly sending her sprawling.

“Damn it,” she muttered, steadying herself.

It was cold, but that was expected for late December. The light dusting of snowflakes gently kissing the faces of joyful skaters made her feel a little less homesick.

“I’m back!” her friend announced, suddenly reappearing, her red hair falling into her green eyes. She grabbed her hands and led her across the rink, coaching her through the basics: small steps first, then gentle pushes to build momentum.

“Never again, never again,” she laughed, wobbling with every motion. “I should’ve been sleeping on a flight!”

Paul had been dragged to the rink by Iris and Patrick after a fancy dinner downtown. While they experimented with tricks on the ice, he skated back and forth, chatting with Oscar, Patrick’s brother. Relaxed and graceful on the ice, he carried himself with the same effortless elegance he brought to everything he did.

Mid-conversation, he heard a voice—a familiar accent that tugged at his memory. Turning instinctively, he leaned his hands on Oscar’s shoulders for balance and looked toward the sound.

And he saw her.

There, in the middle of the rink, she stood stiff but amused, clinging to another girl as though her life depended on it.

She was different from how he remembered her, but that was only natural. It had been over a year since he’d seen her anywhere other than the rare travel photo she posted online. Her hair was slightly longer, tied at the nape of her neck to keep it out of the way, and her oversized scarf nearly swallowed her face. Yet when she laughed, tilting her head back, the shape of her smile was unmistakable.

And her hands—still bare. She’d always hated wearing gloves.

“What are you looking at?” Oscar asked, folding his arms as he followed Paul’s gaze. The rink wasn’t overly crowded, just a few couples and clusters of friends enjoying the evening.

“I thought I saw someone I knew,” Paul replied, running a hand through his blond curls and pushing off to resume his circuit, feigning disinterest. But the sight of her had set his heart racing, stirring up memories he’d thought he’d buried.

They’d met back in his Formula Regional days when he was still in red. She had been a student, chasing the thrill of motorsport whenever her schedule allowed. Their first conversation had been awkward, her shyly trying to make small talk while he handed out signed cards, unaware of how many more conversations they’d share in the future.

He’d loved seeing her happy—laughing in the pit lane with her paddock pass, which he’d secured for her despite her protests. They would walk the garage-lined paths together during breaks, stealing moments to marvel at the cars.

But when he moved on from the junior series, their friendship dimmed, fading into the background of his increasingly demanding schedule. The calls stopped, then the texts. Life moved forward.

Still, her absence lingered in quiet moments—on a stool in the garage, or on a flight to another race, when he’d wonder how she might have reacted to his latest adventures.

It all came rushing back when, propelled by an overly enthusiastic push, he lost his balance. Grabbing onto the nearest person for support, he found himself wrapping his arms around someone in a jacket far too big for her petite frame.

“Uh, as much as I appreciate this random back hug,” she said, her voice soft but firm, “would you mind telling me who you are?”

He quickly let go, straightening up. For a moment, he couldn’t speak, the words caught in his throat as his breath clouded in the frosty air.

“Hi,” he managed, offering a tentative smile as she turned to face him, her hands clasped tightly for warmth.

“Paul?” She squinted, confused, her nose pink from the cold.

“It’s nice to see you,” he said softly, his gaze flicking to her familiar scarf and those ungloved hands.

“It’s been a while,” she replied, burying herself deeper into the scarf. He moved to stand beside her, leaning on the wooden barrier to avoid meeting her eyes. He knew she hated being stared at, especially by people she hadn’t seen in ages.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, peeking out from her cocoon.

“Skating—or trying to. You know me, can’t resist a little speed, even on ice. What about you? Shouldn’t you be halfway across the world or something?”

She laughed faintly. “About that... My flight got canceled, so here I am. Killing time.” Shoving her hands into her pockets, she added with a teasing smile, “Still racing around tracks and making everyone else look lazy?”

Paul chuckled, glancing at the softly falling snow. “And you? Still amazing everyone with whatever you’re up to these days?”

They fell into an easy rhythm, the awkwardness melting away as they caught up—half-joking, half-serious, the years falling away with every shared laugh.

After a while, she adjusted her scarf and pulled her hair loose before tying it back again. “So, we’re doing this, huh?”

“Doing what?” he asked, tilting his head in confusion.

“Small talk. Like we haven’t known each other forever. Like I don’t already know you’re secretly terrible at ice skating.”

Her bluntness made him laugh, the sound warm and familiar.

Some things, he realized, never changed.

"Hey, I’m not terrible! Just... aggressively mediocre." The driver nodded, offering both his hands to her, his smile making his already pink lips even more vibrant. "Why are we pretending we don’t know each other? Feels... unnatural."

She hesitated for a moment before placing her hands in his. "I guess... it’s been so long. I wasn’t sure where to start."

He began guiding her across the ice, keeping her hands secure in his, steadying her when she faltered and trying not to laugh when her precarious balance threatened to take them both down.

"We don’t have to do this, you know," she said with a slightly embarrassed smile, her gaze fixed on his water-colored eyes that had always been so captivating. "The whole... catching-up-like-strangers thing."

"Then let’s skip the ‘what have you been up to’ stuff and go straight to embarrassing ice-skating falls," he replied with a grin, raising his eyebrows mischievously. Letting go of one of her hands, he reduced her support, raising the stakes.

"Deal. But fair warning—I’m taking you down with me," she quipped, amused, gripping the remaining hand tightly as she tried to stay steady on the ice.

"Oh, you wish. I’ve always been better on my feet than you."

The two of them had always claimed to be just friends, spending time together as friends would—wandering through Italy, sharing weeks of vacation together. But anyone at Prema could see there was something more. They didn’t quite function the same without each other, and it was no secret that Paul seemed to shine a little brighter when she was around.

Yet they denied it. Always. To Angelina, who was practically a second mother to them, to the mechanics who shared their days, to the other drivers and the rest of the team who often said it was only a matter of time before they acknowledged the feelings they so clearly had for one another.

Finding themselves here, in a cold and free London, skating on ice by sheer coincidence, seemed like a blessing from fate.

"Sometimes I wonder if I’ve been running so fast I’ve missed what’s right in front of me," Paul had said one day, seated in one of the chairs under Prema’s gazebo during the Formula 4 and Formula Regional weekend at Monza. It was a rare period when Paul wasn’t racing himself, simply enjoying the races as a fan despite his close ties to the team.

"What do you mean?" she asked, flipping through the papers she’d collected from other drivers, watching the lineup at the pitlane entrance just below their vantage point.

"It’s just... being here makes me think about the past. About what I’ve been chasing all these years. And... about the things I’ve let slip away," he said, his tone serious.

She looked at him, her grip tightening on the papers, memories flooding back to the moment they’d first met and how he’d turned one of her impossible dreams into reality.

"Like what?" she asked softly.

"Like us. Like you."

She smiled.

With her Christmas gift.

The gift—blond, funny, and unforgettably Paul—that fate had wrapped up and given her. And in that moment, her heart was so light that all her anxieties and fears vanished, leaving only her dreams behind.

I liked writing this a lot, but i don't love the way you can see I'm trying to change my way of describing and the clarity of syntax and construction...🍀

[cadillacjohnf1]

Just a quick post to point out that yesterday, 14 year-old Luna Fluxa Cross became the first female to win an FIA International Championship since 1966!

[uniquexusposts]

Little surprise - C. Leclerc

Summary: Y/n is pregnant and meets her husband Charles at the track as a surprise.

Y/n turned off the tv and got up from the sofa. She was satisfied with the results from her husband, Charles Leclerc. Monaco was one of his favourite circuits, mainly because it was his home Grand Prix, but faith didn't agree with those previous years. It's sad to say he had never finished the Monaco Grand Prix before. However, this weekend seemed to be good.

"Are we going to see daddy?" Y/d/n asked and looked hopeful at her mum. The three-year-old had been waiting to walk down the streets to see her dad. It was a weird situation for Y/d/n; her dad was never home at a race weekend, but this weekend he was.

Y/n smiled and nodded. "Shall we go then?" Y/d/n heavily nodded. "Go put on your shoes, love."

Y/d/n crawled off the sofa and ran to the hallway to grab her shoes. It made Y/n happy to see her daughter excited. You would say: 'you live in Monaco, there's a race, why not visit it?' Well, it sounded easier than it looked. Y/n was pregnant with her second child, which was the best thing that ever happened to her - and to Charles, but she struggled a lot with sicknesses. It made it challenging to show up at races; it was uncomfortable.

"Mummy, can I bring Raf and Peter?" Y/d/n walked back to the living area with her two favourite stuffed animals; she held the giraffe and rabbit up in the air.

"Are you sure you want to bring them both?" Y/n asked and packed her bag. "Are you sure you won't lose them again?"

"No."

It happened one time before Y/d/n lost Raf and Peter. They were relaxing at the Ferrari facility, but the trouble and drama it caused... Y/n and Charles preferred not to be in that situation again.

"Sure, but they are your responsibility now." Y/n softly smirked; she knew Y/d/n would leave them somewhere around anyway. "Are you ready?"

The little girl started to jump and happily giggled. Y/d/n was a daddy's girl, so there was nothing more exciting than going to see your dad. She had been watching the third free practice all morning - well, the parts with Charles. Obviously, Y/d/n was too young to understand what Formula 1 was, but seeing her dad and his friends was all she needed to enjoy herself.

"Raf and Peter are happy to see daddy too," Y/d/n said and looked at her teddies when she stepped in the lift. "Can I press the button?" She looked up, and her arm reached for the button. Y/d/n grew a few centimetres by standing on her tiptoes.

"You are getting tall, sweetheart," Y/n proudly smiled. "I think daddy is happy to see Raf and Peter too.” She stroked her daughter’s hair.

She quickly looked in the mirror; it was the first time in days Y/n dressed up. She was wearing a maxi dress. It covered up her 20-weeks bump, but it showed she was carrying a tiny human. As shoes, she picked Birkenstocks, just for the comfiness. Her hair was curly, and her makeup was minimal. At first, she doubted what to wear. As a wife of a driver, people expect you to look stunning and stylish all the time. Over the years, it became less for Y/n, but it was still bothering her in some ways.

"Give me your hand," Y/n instructed Y/d/n. As soon as they left the apartment building, they stepped into the busy world of racing. Every spot in Monaco was busy and chaotic due to the race weekend.

Y/d/n grabbed her mum's hand, but quickly let it go. "Can Raf sleep in your bag?"

A soft smirk rolled over Y/n's lips; there you had it. "Of course, love." Y/n opened her bag and lowered it for her daughter. "Sweet dreams, Raf."

Y/d/n gave Raf a kiss. "Sleepy sleepy, Raf," and carefully put Raf in the bag. "Are we going to see uncle Pierre too?" She grabbed her mum's hand again, and they started to walk towards the entrance of the track.

"I don't know, love. Maybe we will see him, or uncle Carlos. We will look for them, yeh? But first, we need to find daddy."

"Yes, we need to find daddy first."

Once Y/n and Y/d/n arrived at the track, they scanned their passes. Y/d/n excitedly imitated the check-in sound of the gates and walked on the stairs. Y/n followed the small girl, also trying to find out where Charles possibly could be. They crossed the track and entered the paddock/pit lane area.

"I see daddy!" Y/d/n cheered and started to run away.

Before Y/n could stop Y/d/n from running, it was already too late. Y/n looked up and noticed Charles was still in an interview in front of his garage. She pressed her lips into a tin line and followed her daughter to her husband; this escalated...

"Daddy!"

Charles recognised the high voice, but he assumed this couldn't be his daughter since she wouldn't be here today. He continued talking to the reporter, but squeezed his eyebrows together when he heard the voice again. Charles looked behind the reporter and cameraman, and a small girl was running towards him. It was Y/d/n.

"Daddy," Y/d/n breathed and raised her arms up in the air.

"Bonjour, mon amour," he greeted and lifted her up from the ground. "What are you doing here?"

Y/d/n smiled. "I wanted to see you," she giggled. "Mummy is here too!" She pointed at a woman who was walking towards them as well.

Charles' face softened; he really didn't expect to see his wife at this Grand Prix due to the heavy sickness. It was a real surprise. "That is a surprise," he chuckled and looked back at Y/d/n before looking back at the reporter. "I'm sorry," he mentioned and politely smiled. "Thank you," he ended the interview and gave the reporter a nod. Charles stepped away and walked towards Y/n. "Hey," he said, surprised. "You here as well?" A teasing smile grew on his face.

"What a coincidence," Y/n cheekily said.

"I really didn't expect you to be here," Charles honestly said. At first, he was disappointed when he and Y/n decided she would attend the race, but safety and health first.

Y/n smiled. "That is kinda the point of a surprise," she said. "I'm feeling good, and Y/d/n wanted to see you. So if you don't mind, we are gonna watch the qualification here?"

Charles couldn't be happier; this really made his weekend better. "Of course." He looked at Y/d/n, who was hugging him like she hadn't seen him in a while - they saw each other this morning before Charles left to prep for the day. "I'm really surprised. It's good to see you, babe," he said and gave her a kiss. "You look beautiful," he whispered in her ear.

"Thanks..." She shyly smiled. "You had a great morning. It's too early to say it, and I hope I won't jinx anything, but it seems like a good weekend."

"Please, don't cheer too soon," he replied and looked painfully at his wife. "We have said this for years, and it just... escalates every time."

"Maybe it won't this time."

They started to walk towards the Ferrari hospitality. "My weekend is already amazing because you all are here. How is the baby?"

Y/d/n laid her head on Charles' shoulder and looked around her. It wasn't all new to her, but it surely was overwhelming. Her eyes fell on someone who was waving at her; it was Pierre Gasly. Y/d/n looked up and happily waved back at Pierre.

"Good, she's calm now, and the sickness is gone." That was something huge; this was the first time in the pregnancy this happened.

Charles proudly smiled. "That's good. If you don't feel good or need anything, you will let me know, okay?"

"I will, don't worry, Charles."

It was the second time Y/n showed up at a Grand Prix during her second pregnancy. People adored the young family; they were happy to see the family together. And to see the baby bump. 

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[55szn]

always and forever - cs55

carlos sainz x fem!reader smau

summary an instagram timeline of carlos and yn’s 8 years long relationship warnings too much fluff fc dua lipa taglist @jaydaaasworld notes i have more requests to get to but i’ve had this idea for a while and let’s just say i needed to write some carlitos fluff🥲

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[lechrts]

Change. ✷ Lando Norris

Pairing: Lando Norris x Friend!reader

Summary: When you look a little too good for a night clubbing out with Lando and friends.

Word Count: 2.3k

Disclaimer/s: suggestive??? ish… POSSESIVE!LANDO. kinda made me AUUUUGGGH when writing.

Vera’s Voice! I MEAN what i said about making me AUUUGGGHH when writing. cuz ohhhh boy. there’s probs plenty of things like this out there but 👅 wassuhhhh. hope u enjoy!!! ^_^

Lando had been sitting on your couch for the past thirty minutes, scrolling aimlessly on his phone as he waited for you to finish getting ready. You’d already told him “five more minutes” three times now, and he was growing restless.

“Come onnnnn!” You could hear his irritated groan from down the hall. “Max and them are already there, I’m getting gray hairs!” He complained.

“Alright! Alright!” A small laugh escaped your lips as you were coincidentally walking out of your room, ready as ever. “I’m done!” Your voice rang out as you rummaged through your purse, double checking and making sure you had every essential needed for tonight.

With another exaggerated sigh, he shot up from his spot and glanced from his phone lazily, ready to toss out some sarcastic quip about you taking ages—until his eyes landed on you.

His jaw nearly dropped.

You were wearing a figure-hugging black mini skirt that left little to the imagination. Your red top sat delicately on your shoulders, the hem ending just a bit higher than what Lando would have preferred. Paired with black boots, your hair and makeup perfectly done, you looked… well, effortlessly stunning.

He blinked once. Then twice.

“Uh…” He cleared his throat, shifting awkwardly on his feet. “Wow.”

You frowned, pausing in the middle of adjusting your top. “What? Do I look bad?”

His eyes widened, shooting up to yours as he quickly shook his head. “Oh—No! Noo. No, no, no. Not bad at all.”

You raised a brow as he stammered over his words, his face growing increasingly red. “No?”

“No,” He muttered again, scratching the back of his neck. His gaze flickered down and back up quickly, as if he couldn’t help himself but glance at every inch of you. “You look… really good. Like, really good.”

The corner of your lips tugged into a shy smile. “Oh. Well… thank you!”

For some reason, Lando didn’t smile back. Instead, his expression tightened slightly, his brows furrowing in the faintest way.

“But um..” He hesitated, as if choosing his words carefully. “Are you… uh—Ahem.” His voice cracked mid sentence. “Are you sure you wanna go out in that?”

The question hung in the air like a bomb waiting to go off.

And it was about to go off.

On him.

You squinted your eyes before quirking a brow and crossing your arms. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Lando winced. “Nothing bad! It’s just… y’know. The club can get a little… wild. And I just… it’s a bit—” He gestured vaguely at your outfit.

“It’s a bit what?” You tilted your head, challenging him.

“Short,” He said finally, almost inaudibly. “It’s short.”

“Lando.” You stared at him in disbelief, eyes now wide as your raised your brows. “Are you serious right now?”

“I’m just saying!” He lifted his hands defensively. “You don’t wanna deal with guys being weird or staring at you like—like—”

“Like what?” You cut him off, glaring. “Like how you’re staring at me right now?”

Lando’s cheeks flushed. “I’m not staring!”

“You are.” You stepped forward, amused now as you watched him squirm. “Pig.”

“Come on! Don’t be like that!” Lando sighed. “You—you know what I mean..” He wasn’t sure how to word anything at the moment.

“Are you flustered, Lando Norris?”

“Wha—pSsshhh. No.” He scoffed, looking anywhere but at you.

“Liar.”

“I’m not!”

“Uh-huh.” You smirked, leaning closer. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously.

“You’re acting weird,” You teased, poking his chest lightly. “What, you don’t like my outfit?”

“That’s not it,” Lando mumbled, eyes finally meeting yours. Something in his expression softened, his voice quieter when he added, “It’s because I do like it.. Like a lot.”

For a moment, you froze, your heart skipping a beat.

“Oh…”

Well, that caught you off guard.

Lando shifted closer now, his usual cheeky grin replaced with something more serious, more… tender.

“I just… I don’t like the thought of every guy in the club looking at you like you’re…” He trailed off, searching for the right words.

“Like I’m what?” you prompted softly.

“Like you’re something they can just have,” He said, his voice steady this time.

“Because you’re not.”

Your breath caught in your throat. The way he looked at you—intense and unguarded—made your skin warm.

“Well, it’s not like you have to worry about that,” You said quietly, trying to ignore how flustered you felt under his gaze. “I can handle myself.”

“I know you can.” His lips tugged into a small smile. “But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

You stared at him for a beat, your heart pounding against your ribs. “Good thing I dressed for myself and not for you!” A cheeky grin played at your lips.

“Oh, come on.” He shut his eyes tightly and let out a wide smiled laugh.

“Are you jealous?” You asked, testing him.

He opened his mouth to deny it, but the words didn’t come. Instead, he let out another sheepish laugh, rubbing the back of his neck again.

“Maybe,” He admitted softly.

You blinked. You really hadn’t expected that.

“…You’re jealous!” You repeated, a teasing grin breaking across your face as your voice was practically taunting.

Lando groaned, tipping his head back dramatically as if to escape the moment entirely. “I said maybe,” He muttered, voice muffled, cheeks turning impossibly redder.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, though the sound felt tighter than you wanted it to. Something about the way he looked at you—the way his eyes burned into yours with that soft intensity—had your stomach twisting, your pulse quickening.

“You’re crazy,” You murmured, stepping back just slightly to give yourself some breathing room. It was stupid how much his gaze had affected you—how much he affected you.

“Yeah, well…” Lando sighed, his expression shifting to something unreadable. He glanced down at the floor for a second before looking up at you again, his voice quieter now. “I just don’t want anyone thinking they’ve got a chance with you… when they don’t.”

And now.

Your heart stopped.

Huh?

The air in the room thickened, and you suddenly felt hyper-aware of every inch of yourself—of him. You swallowed hard, feeling your throat dry up.

“Why… why would it matter if they did?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, a challenge wrapped in curiosity.

Lando stepped toward you this time, closing the distance you’d put between you two. “Because I can’t have people embarrass themselves,” He said simply, his words heavy, deliberate.

Your breath hitched. He was close now—close enough that you could smell the faint cologne clinging to him, close enough that your knees felt dangerously weak. Your mind screamed at you to say something, anything, to break the tension.

But then he tilted his head just slightly, his eyes dropping to your lips before flicking back up to meet yours.

You froze.

“Lando.” You started, your voice shaky, but you weren’t even sure what you wanted to say.

“Tell me I’m wrong.” His voice was so low it sent shivers down your spine. “Tell me you’d let anyone in the club have a chance with you.”

You blinked, stunned. “I—I mean, that’s not—”

“That’s not what?” He murmured. There was barely an inch between you now, his body heat radiating onto you like a fire you couldn’t escape. He was looking at you like he was waiting for something, like he was daring you.

You felt dizzy, caught in the push and pull of whatever the hell this was.

“You don’t get to decide what I do,” You managed to say, though your voice was far weaker than you’d intended.

“I know.” His eyes softened, his lips twitching into the faintest smirk. “But you know, I’d kill any guy who even looked at your way tonight.”

Your lips parted slightly, but no words came out. You couldn’t think straight—not with the way he was looking at you, not with the way he stood so close.

“You’re insane,” You whispered finally, though the words held no real weight.

Lando grinned. “Yeah? Then why aren’t you pushing me away?”

Oh.

Your heart stuttered.

God damnit.

You knew you should say something snarky—something to diffuse this unbearable tension that had your body practically buzzing. But you couldn’t. You didn’t want to.

Instead, you looked up at him through your lashes, your voice soft when you finally spoke.

“…Maybe I like it when you get jealous.”

Lando stilled, his expression faltering for half a second before his lips curved into something that was far too dangerous—a mix of smug and something else that you couldn’t quite name.

“Careful,” He whispered, his voice dropping into something almost husky, “or I’ll start thinking you have a little crush on me.”

The room felt like it was spinning now, and the tension between you both was so palpable you were sure you could reach out and touch it.

“And what if I do?” You shot back, though you couldn’t bring yourself to look anywhere but at his lips.

For a moment, everything was silent. And then—

“Then I’d say I’ve been waiting for you to figure that out.”

Your breath hitched, your pulse pounding so loudly in your ears that it drowned out everything else. Lando’s words hung in the air like a loaded promise, and the way he looked at you—eyes dark, jaw tight—sent a shiver down your spine.

“You’re so full of yourself,” You whispered, but your voice cracked, betraying you completely.

“Am I?” His lips tugged into a slow, teasing smirk, but his eyes—God, his eyes—were serious. “Because I think I’m just being honest.”

You swallowed hard, every nerve in your body screaming at you to move, to say something, to do something.

But you couldn’t.

You were frozen, stuck under the weight of him and the truth of what he’d just said.

“I’ve been waiting for you to figure that out.”

The worst part was you knew it was true. You’d felt this coming for months—maybe even longer—and you’d been avoiding it, brushing it off as nothing more than harmless banter.

But now, standing here with him so close, with his words replaying in your head like a song you couldn’t shake, it was impossible to deny.

Your silence stretched on, the tension between you growing tighter and tighter, winding like a coil ready to snap.

“Say something,” Lando murmured, his voice soft now, his tone almost… pleading.

You blinked up at him, your own voice barely a whisper. “What do you want me to say?”

“That you’re done pretending.” He stepped impossibly closer, the tips of his shoes brushing yours. “That you feel it too.”

Your heart thudded painfully, your breath catching in your throat. His words shouldn’t have made you this weak—this vulnerable—but they did.

Because you did feel it. The magnetic pull toward him, the way your skin lit up when he was near, the way he could unravel you with just a look.

Finally, you found your voice. “I’m not pretending.”

Lando exhaled, almost like he’d been holding his breath, his gaze flickering down to your lips before meeting your eyes again. His hand hovered at his side, his fingers flexing like he was resisting the urge to reach for you.

“Good.” He smirked faintly, but his voice was serious when he added, “Then let’s get one thing straight.”

You arched a brow, trying to mask how shaky your legs felt. “And what’s that?”

“You’re not leaving my side tonight.”

You blinked, surprised by the possessive edge to his voice. “Lando—”

“Non-negotiable.” He cut you off, his hand finally moving to rest at your waist—light, cautious, but firm enough that you felt its weight. “I meant what I said earlier. I don’t trust anyone else in there. So if we’re doing this—if you’re mine—”

“Yours?” You interrupted, though your voice was breathless now, the single word escaping before you could stop it.

Lando grinned, the kind of grin that made you feel like the ground had been pulled out from under you. “Yeah. Mine.” His thumb brushed against the hem of your top, the small movement sending a jolt through you.

“And I don’t share.”

You couldn’t breathe. It was like every word out of his mouth was knocking the wind out of you, leaving you reeling.

You should’ve pushed him away—told him he was being ridiculous and that you could handle yourself.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you whispered, “Fine.”

Lando’s grin softened into something warmer—something real—as his hand tightened ever so slightly around your waist. “Fine?”

“Fine,” You repeated, your voice steadying as you looked up at him. “But if you’re going to stay glued to my side all night, you better not embarrass me.”

Lando laughed, the sound sending warmth flooding through your chest. “No promises.”

You wanted to argue, to push back and tell him he couldn’t just claim you like that. But you couldn’t—because deep down, some part of you wanted it.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to steady your racing heart. “You’re a little too confident, aren’t you?” You muttered, though the bite in your words was weakened by the way your voice trembled.

Lando’s grin softened into something that made your knees weak. “Not confident. Just sure.” His gaze flickered across your face—your lips, your eyes—and for a brief moment, he hesitated. Then, as if unable to hold back, he added quietly,

“And for the record, I’ve always thought you were beautiful. Not just tonight.”

The sincerity in his voice knocked the air from your lungs. He said it so simply, so effortlessly, like it was a fact he’d been carrying with him for far too long. And yet, it left you speechless, your mind spinning.

You stared at him, trying to process his words—trying to process him. “Always?” You whispered, like you needed confirmation that you hadn’t imagined it.

Lando held your gaze, his expression soft but unwavering. “Always.”

And just like that, the moment broke—but the tension lingered.

He didn’t let go of you as you finally grabbed the last bit of your things and headed for the door. In fact, his hand never once left your waist, his touch burning into you in the best way possible.

And as you stepped into the night, surrounded by the hum of music and people, you realized something:

You weren’t pretending anymore.

And neither was he.

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today in the chronicles of women in motorsport...

[zillygoose]

yo what did they do to my driver dawg he's zooted😭

[moonlitdiane]

FUN FACT: Franco Colapinto's 1986 album, Give Me A Seat, was never released after he was given a seat for the 1987 Formula One season.

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[h2dk-tumblz]

That is one way to pit, lol

[karanligagomulenkizz]

[loganshelmet]

IF THIS MAN HAS NO FANS IM SIMPLY DEAD

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[chosqrd]

i was a little late for carlos' bday for this one. but j in time for the usgp !!! good luck

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But they still cheated | M. Verstappen (1)

Summary: Y/n finds out about a massive family drama; a cheating scandal. When she is lost, Max comforts her

Part 1 Part 3

The rain poured steadily, blurring the lights of the yachts docked along the harbour of Monaco. Y/n trudged along the waterfront, her ruined leather boots splashing through shallow puddles. The rain was cold against her skin, but she welcomed it; it numbed her, just a little.

She couldn’t remember how long she had been walking, nor did she care. Her mind replayed the conversation she wished she hadn’t been part of. Every word felt like a knife, carving through her chest until there was nothing left but a hollow ache. Every word she replayed in her head made her stomach shake, but no tears came. She had cried so much already, it felt like there was nothing left.

“Y/n?”

The voice startled her, cutting through the rhythm of raindrops hitting the pavement. She froze, her head turning toward the sound.

Max Verstappen, her brother’s best friend, stood a few metres away, rain dripping from his hair and running down his face. He was dressed in athletic gear, his usual evening run interrupted by the sight of her. His blue eyes, sharp and perceptive, scanned her soaked figure.

“What are you doing out here?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Y/n swallowed hard, forcing herself to look away. “Nothing,” she muttered, her voice hoarse.

“You’re drenched.” He took a step closer, his tone softening. “What’s going on, Y/n?”

“I’m fine,” she lied, brushing past him.

He reached out, his hand lightly grazing her arm to stop her. “You’re not fine,” he said firmly.

She shook her head, biting back the lump in her throat. “I don’t want to talk.”

He studied her for a moment, his jaw tightening. He wasn’t one to push, but he also wasn’t about to leave her wandering the streets like this. “Come with me,” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Y/n hesitated, her shoulders sagging under the weight of exhaustion. She didn’t have the strength to argue, nor the will to keep wandering through the rain. With a reluctant nod, she let out a shuddering breath and followed him to his apartment in silence.

When they arrived at Max’s apartment, Y/n stopped just inside the door, her feet rooted to the doormat as water dripped from her soaked clothes. She sniffed, her gaze locked on her ruined leather boots - the ones she had saved for and finally splurged on. The sight should have stung, but instead, it left her numb.

“Y/n?”

The sound of her name jolted her, and she snapped her head up, meeting his gaze. The air felt thick in her lungs, pressing against her ribcage as she stared into his concerned blue eyes.

He watched her, waiting for an answer, but the empty look on her face told him she hadn’t even registered his question. His expression softened as he noticed the redness around her eyes and the unmistakable signs of tears.

“You can take a shower if you want,” he offered gently. “I’ll grab you some dry clothes.” Without waiting for a reply, Max left and returned quickly with a hoodie, a t-shirt, a pair of sweatpants, and two towels. He placed the small pile in her hands. “These should fit.”

“Thanks,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

“You can use the bathroom,” he added quietly when she didn’t move. “You don’t need to stand here until you’re dry.”

Y/n blinked, glancing around as if noticing her surroundings for the first time. “Oh… right. Sorry,” she said, her voice distant. She set the clothes on a nearby dresser and bent down to unzip her boots, the leather squelching slightly. Once they were off, she padded toward the bathroom without another word.

Inside, peeling off her wet clothes was its own battle. Each item felt heavier than it should, as though the weight of the evening had seeped into the fabric. But after what felt like an eternity, she managed to dry off with one towel, wrapping the other around her hair before slipping into Max’s clothes. They were warm and smelled faintly of him; clean, familiar.

She piled her damp clothes in the corner, tied her hair into a high bun, and walked to the living room. The sound of quiet movement drew her attention to the kitchen, where Max was tidying up. He had changed into dry clothes himself, a loose hoodie and joggers that made him look effortlessly casual.

When he noticed her, he gestured toward the couch. “Take a seat,” he said simply.

Y/n hesitated, her instincts screaming at her to stay on her feet, to keep moving, to avoid sinking into her thoughts. But the heaviness in her chest left her too drained to resist. She lowered herself onto the couch, her hands falling limply into her lap. A few moments later, Max appeared with a steaming mug of tea. He set it gently on the table in front of her before taking a seat at the opposite end of the couch.

She stared at the mug, her hands still motionless.

The tea he specially bought for her because he didn’t own any bag of tea, but she liked it.

Max didn’t drink tea. The realisation tugged at something deep inside her, loosening the tight knot in her chest ever so slightly.

The room fell into a calm silence, broken only by the rhythmic patter of rain against the windows. She could feel Max’s gaze on her, steady and patient, but he didn’t say a word. He gave her space, the kind she hadn’t realised she desperately needed.

Minutes passed, and finally, the tears she thought she had exhausted began to fall again. At first, they were silent, sliding down her cheeks unnoticed. Then they came harder, in shaking sobs that made her chest heave.

Max shifted closer, his movements careful and deliberate, as if afraid he might shatter her further. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in a protective embrace. He didn’t speak, didn’t ask questions; he simply held her, letting her crumble in the safety of his arms.

“I can’t-” Y/n’s voice cracked as she tried to speak. The words lodged in her throat, too tangled with emotion to come out. She buried her face in her hands, her sobs muffled but relentless.

“It’s okay,” Max murmured, his voice low and soothing. “Take your time.”

His words, simple and unpressured, broke through the storm of her grief. For the first time in hours, she allowed herself to lean into the warmth and stability of someone else.

After a while, her sobs quieted, and she pulled away from him, her eyes still glistening with tears. “It’s… it’s stupid and awful at the same time,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She hesitated, then met his gaze, her expression raw and vulnerable.

Max felt his chest tighten. He reached out, gently brushing away the tears on her cheeks with his thumb. “You don’t have to tell me,” he said softly, “but you don’t have to go through it alone, either.”

Y/n looked down, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie. “Uhm…” Her voice wavered, and fresh tears pooled in her eyes. The lump in her throat thickened, almost choking her words. “Mum cheated on dad,” she said finally, the confession spilling out like a dam breaking. Her voice cracked again as she added, “Mum cheated with Patrick.”

He froze, his face straightening in disbelief. “Patrick?” he repeated, his voice quiet but tinged with shock. “As in… your boyfriend?”

Y/n nodded, her gaze dropping to her lap as tears slid down her cheeks once more.

He ran a hand through his damp hair, his jaw tightening as he processed what she had just said. Anger flickered in his eyes, but he kept his voice calm for her sake. “Y/n…” he began, struggling to find the right words.

She shook her head, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “It’s pathetic, isn’t it? I mean, we were just a couple of months into dating, but I thought we had something. I thought he cared about me, but all this time-” Her voice broke, and she pressed her palms to her eyes as if trying to block out the reality of it. “He cheated on me with my own mother.”

His expression hardened, a flicker of anger flashing in his eyes, though it wasn’t directed at her. He leaned forward, his voice low and firm. “It’s not pathetic,” he interrupted, his tone steady and unyielding, leaving no room for doubt. “None of this is your fault. You didn’t deserve this. Not from him, not from her, not from anyone.”He reached out, his hands wrapping gently around her wrists, a silent but clear gesture encouraging her to lower them. “Y/n,” he whispered, his voice softer now, almost pleading.

She sniffled, hesitating before slowly lowering her hands. Her tear-streaked face emerged, her cheeks flushed and her eyes swollen from crying. When she finally met his gaze, the intensity in his eyes made her breath hitch. There was no pity there, only a fierce protectiveness that made her chest tighten.

“I mean it,” he continued, his voice unwavering. “You’re allowed to feel hurt, betrayed, and angry, but don’t you dare think for a second that any of this makes you weak or foolish. You trusted someone, and they let you down. That’s on them, not you.”

Her lips trembled as fresh tears welled up, but this time, they weren’t from despair alone. There was something reassuring in his presence, a steadiness she hadn’t realised she needed until now.

“I don’t know how to deal with this,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s too much.”

His hand shifted to gently hold hers, grounding her. “You don’t have to figure it all out tonight,” he said. “One step at a time.”

She nodded, a faint glimmer of trust in her eyes as she let his words sink in. The weight in her chest didn’t disappear, but with him beside her, it felt just a little easier to bear. When he leaned in to take her into his arms again, she didn’t hesitate this time. She pressed her face into his shoulder, her arms wrapping tightly around him as if holding onto a lifeline. The warmth of his embrace seeped into her, steady and unyielding, grounding her in a way she desperately needed.

“I never liked that asshole from the beginning,” he mumbled against her hair, his voice low but firm.

Part 2

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[55szn]

lost and found - ln4

lando norris x fem!reader smau

summary lando thought he had lost his summer love warnings none i think fc barbara kristoffersen taglist @jaydaaasworld notes requested!🌷

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yourusername mamma mia l’italia ����🤌🏻

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friend1 girl you spent THREE days there what are mamma mia-ing for

yourusername the three best days of my life leave me alone i miss it so much

friend2 you’re in PARIS rn what do you have to be sad about 😭

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landonorris italy was really really fun 🍕

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user summer lando😍😍😍😍😍😍😍

user loosing my fucking mind over the 1st pic (no i’m not okay)

user LIKEEE HE LOOKS SO GOOD😫😫

user YO WHO THE FUUUCK IS THAT

user FR WHY ARE WE NOT TALKING ABT THIS

user patiently waiting for the f1 gossip pages to find out who that is ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

user girl we are TRYING there’s literally nothing

user trying to be chill about the fact that lando may be taken

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lando.jpg tbt italy 🥹

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user LANDO’S ITALY POST GIRL IS BACK EVERYONE THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!!!!!

user but we still don’t have a tag or see her face i hate his ass😭

user hard launch tonite queen?

user we ain’t even getting a soft launch babe

user PLEAAASEEE JUST MAKE IT PUBLIC I WANT HER POSTING BOYFRIEND LANDO CONTENT

user ONG

user i get the vibe this was just a summer fling so i don’t think we are ever getting that 😞

user summer fling and he’s still posting her lmao lando get tf up

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alexandrasaintmleux girls night 🦋

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user so cute alex!

user umm guys check @/yourusername profile

user HOLD AWWNNNNNN

user is that…😦

user WE GOT ITALY SUMMER GIRL’S INSTAGRAM !!!!!!!!

user oh she’s gorgeous

yourusername lovely meeting you girls! 🫶🏻

alexandrasaintmleux looking forward to seeing you again!🩷

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landonorris

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landonorris lost her once found her twice (thank you alex)

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charles_leclerc more like thanks ME 😒

carlossainz55 more like thanks me for listening to his mental breakdowns 🙄

landonorris wow no need to expose like that

yourusername damn you were having mental breakdowns over me before we even started dating 🤣🤣

landonorris thanks a lot carlos, thanks a LOT

alexandrasaintmleux you’re welcome just treat her right 🫶🏻

landonorris 🫡🫡

yourusername never would’ve thought that i’d see my italian summer boy again 😢

landonorris makin me tear up babe😢

user i’m crying i never thought i would live to see this day…

user this story is soooo cute i’m obsessed

user boyfriend lando material incoming 🙏🏻

user THOSE PICS ARE SOO CUTE SLEEPING ON THE HIGHWAY TONIGHT