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Max in the cool-down room was giving autistic who is anxious to make his friend feel better, but is unable to say anything socially acceptable so defaults to saying random positive facts
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texting the f1 men about the fatass hickeys they left on us from the night before
f1 drivers reacting to the hickeys they left on you
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: feat :: max verstappen, charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lando norris, oscar piastri, lewis hamilton, george russell, alex albon
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‷ïŒïŒáïŒïŒMAX VERSTAPPEN !
max loves you the most in the world or so he thinks. what he really loves the most is how he teases you tease you, and this time is no different.
when you point out the giant hickey and whine, he smirks, his eyes sparkling with mischief. âoops, my bad,â your boyfriend says with a shrug, thereâs nothing apologetic about his tone and it baffles you just how smug he is being.
you narrow your eyes at him, knowing full well he did it on purpose. you stand up before pointing a finger at him and he immediately speaks before you can.
âor maybe it was my plan all along,â he adds quickly, his smirk widening though he tries to make it go away. you huff in mock frustration, again before you can retort, he pulls you into his lap, kissing you softly.
âi'm putting you on ban,â you mutter softly against his lips, trying to fake being mad. âyou can try,â max murmurs back, his hands gently tracing the outline of the hickey he left.
you sigh and shake your head as you watch your boyfriend admiring the marks he left on you.
‷ïŒïŒáïŒïŒCHARLES LECLERC !
charles canât help the grin that spreads across his face when you mention the hickey, his eyes lighting up with a mix of pride and mischief. that pisses you off majorly.
âlooks like my most precious masterpiece,â he says proudly, tilting his head while he gently holds your chin to admire the mark he left as if it were a work of art.
âi shouldâve signed it.â you give him a playful shove, but he just laughs, clearly pleased with himself. âlet's sign it.â
âyouâre absolutely ridiculous,â you say, trying to sound annoyed, but the way heâs looking at you with such adoration makes it impossible to stay mad. the butterflies in your stomach going losing their minds along with you.
âridiculously in love with you,â charles counters, his voice softening as he pulls you into his arms. a snort leaves you before you give in and hug him back.
your boyfriend presses a gentle kiss to the hickey, his lips lingering there as if to seal his claim. âand iâm not sorry about it,â he adds with a grin, making you roll your eyes but unable to hide the smile thatâs tugging at your lips.
charles has a way of making even the most exasperating things feel like a sweet gesture of love, and this is no exception. not that you were too mad to begin with.
‷ïŒïŒáïŒïŒCARLOS SAINZ !
carlos raises an eyebrow when you mention the size of the hickey, a smile slowly spreading across his face. âthatâs because everything i do is larger than life, baby,â he says confidently, leaning back with a satisfied grin.
you huff , crossing your arms over your chest. âmore like larger than necessary,â you quip back, trying to sound annoyed, but his confidence is infectious.
he chuckles, reaching out to pull you into his lap with ease. ânecessary? i think you mean legendary,â he corrects, his voice low and teasing as he nuzzles your neck, brushing his lips against the hickey he left.
youâre about to protest, but the way his hands hold you so securely and his lips trace gentle patterns on your skin makes it hard to stay mad.
âjust admit it,â he whispers against your ear and the tingles hit you like a punch to your stomach. âyou still want more.â you hold eye contact, opening your lips to tell him just how less you want when he suddenly switches the position.
a yelp leaves your mouth instead as he towers over you,âyou were saying something, baby?â but as he rubs your skin under your shirt, it feels too good to just end it so you say nothing as you just stare at your boyfriend before you squeeze him back and he knows heâs won.
‷ïŒïŒáïŒïŒLANDO NORRIS !
landoâs grin could probably blind anyone cause of how it shines through as soon as you mention the hickey. his eyes light up with mischief, and he leans in closer to inspect the mark with an exaggerated look of admiration, lips pursued and hand to his chin.
âlooks like iâve marked my territory well,â he teases with a straight face, running his fingers gently over the spot and you shove him away. knowing your neck and cheeks were red enough to give away what you were really feeling.
but the way his grin widens tells you he knows exactly how youâre secretly enjoying it and probably hat is going to happen next. he tilts your chin up, his voice dropping to a lower, more sincere tone.
ânow everyone knows youâre taken,â he says, before sucking a bit atop the hickey he left behind, sending shivers down your spine though you try to keep your restrain up.
âby a vampire?â you snap and instantly gulp, gaze softening as you watch your boyfriend's head being pulled back as he laughs. your hands shake gently as you hold his head and pull it towards yours. lando kisses you back right then, smirking a bit against your lips.
he pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his playful grin softening into something more affectionate. âif that's what it takes to keep you.â
‷ïŒïŒáïŒïŒOSCAR PIASTRI !
oscarâs eyes widen in surprise when you tell him about the hickey, he pockets his phone as he walks over to you. you snicker because honestly, it's hard to catch your boyfriend off guard usually.
âwhat? where? from me?â he stammers, his face blanches. clearly panicking. you canât help but giggle out at his bewilderment, watching as he tries to piece together how he couldâve left such a mark without realizing it.
âdo i need to draw you a map?â you tease, but heâs already reaching for his phone, attempting to find a hack so it could get covered up. you gently stop him, still chuckling at his flustered state.
âitâs not that serious,â you assure him, but he still looks like heâs trying to figure out how he really feels about doing this to you on a day he knows you're going out with your boyfriends. your two steps ahead though and kissing him when you watch him lost in his head.
finally, he lets out a soft laugh, shaking his head at himself. âi guess i got a bit carried away,â oscar admits sheepishly, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink.
he pulls you into a hug, pressing a soft kiss to the spot he marked. âat least no boy would dare to approach you,â he adds with a grin that makes your heart stop.
‷ïŒïŒáïŒïŒLEWIS HAMILTON !
lewisâs face immediately softens when you show him the hickey, his eyes filling with concern and a touch of guilt. âoh no, iâm so sorry, love,â he murmurs, his fingers brushing lightly over the mark as if he could somehow undo it with just a touch.
âi didnât mean to get carried away.â you smile at his genuine remorse, gently cupping his cheek and pulling him closer. âitâs okay, lewis, itâs not the end of the world,â you reassure him, but he still looks like heâs beating himself up over it.
âi just want to make sure iâm always treating you right,â he says softly, his voice laced with sincerity. he presses a kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment.
âof course you are,â you whisper before lightly biting your lip. âespecially when you take me like you did last night.â
ânext time, iâll be more careful⊠unless, of course, you don't want me to,â he adds with a teasing grin, catching up to how you were feeling about the situation.
‷ïŒïŒáïŒïŒGEORGE RUSSELL !
it was almost comical how george freezes when you mention the hickey, his eyes darting to yours with a mixture of surprise and worry. âyou could say it was uh⊠a mosquito?â he tries, his voice shaky and uncertain.
you burst out laughing, and his tense expression softens, though he still looks a bit worried about your reaction. âokay, fine, i know that won't work,â your boyfriend admits, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, clearly unsure of how youâre feeling about it.
âbut iâll buy you a scarf or something to cover it up!â he quickly offers, his voice tinged with nervousness. you shake your head, still smiling as you step closer to him. âitâs okay, george, i donât mind,â you say, wrapping your arms around his waist.
he lets out a breath he didnât realize he was holding and pulls you into a tight hug, his face nuzzling into your hair. âyou sure? iâll still get you the scarf,â he mumbles against your hair, making you giggle.
âwonder what you'll do after i will mark you before some race weekend.â you tease, and he chuckles softly, finally relaxing.
though his body stiffs again when he gets a text n the group chat with your friends of how they are all changing his contact name to: y/n's pet mosquito.
‷ïŒïŒáïŒïŒALEX ALBON !
alexâs blinks at you in surprise when you mention the hickey, tilting his head as if heâs not quite sure he heard you right. you soon realise that he's just acting when he opens his mouth.
âyouâre welcome! that oneâs on the house,â your boyfriend announces cheekily, clearly proud of the mark he left. you raise an eyebrow, already knowing where this conversation is headed.
âbut the next one will cost you a kiss,â he adds, winking at you with a teasing glint in his eyes. you shake your head, pretending to be annoyed, but the smile threatening to break through gives you away.
âthatâs not how this works!â you protest, but he just shrugs, pulling you into his arms with that effortless charm of his. âwith me, it does,â he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low, flirtatious tone as he leans in to kiss you.
âmy love bites don't come for free.â alex mutters, laughing loudly at his own joke. âmore like a love chomp.â you drawl, smiling tightly when you watch his brows furrow.
alex just settles to kissing you again to shut you up. his lips soft against yours, and you find yourself melting into it, any thoughts of the hickey long forgotten.
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When He Lays Down On Your Boobs : ÌÌâ F1 Reaction
» Max VerstappenÂ
You could tell by the look in Maxâs eyes what he wanted when he wanted to lay on your chest, and usually you tried to protest. Slowly Max subtly moves down in the hope that you wonât notice what heâs doing, his movements are slow in the hope that you donât notice him. You canât help but laugh at how Max thinks he gets away with laying down on your chest without you even noticing, but you see everything that he does, shaking your head at him as you eventually cave and decide to let him lay where he wants to lay.Â
» Lando NorrisÂ
Itâs usually when he wants you to play with your hair, Lando will lay down between your legs and rest his head against your chest. He purposely messes his hair, inviting you to detangle the curls that fall in front of your face. As happy as he wants to appear with you playing with your hair, you know the real reason for the smile on Landoâs face is because of the position of his head. He shuffles and makes sure that heâs as comfortable as possible because he plans on staying there for as long as possible, whether youâre playing with his hair or not.Â
» Charles LeClercÂ
Quite often he will just invite himself to lay down on your chest, not caring about what youâre doing. If youâre playing on your phone, heâll slide in between the gap between you and the device, or if youâre reading, heâll pop up underneath your book. Charles likes to consider that spot as his own personal cushion, and once heâs there, he doesnât plan on leaving. Your head often shakes in despair but when his bright eyes look up at you, silently pleading with you to let him stay where he is, you find yourself unable to say no, carrying on with whatever you were doing.Â
» George RussellÂ
When he lays down on your chest is one of the rare occasions when George finds himself feeling pretty smug. The smile on his face is at its biggest when George gets to lay down there, especially when he can feel you staring down at him. You donât even bother arguing with George as he absolutely wonât budge from his comfortable spot. Heâd never admit to anyone else that he lays in such a spot, but when the two of you are in the comfort of your own home away from everyone else, itâs absolutely Georgeâs favourite place to be.Â
» Oscar PiastriÂ
Itâs usually where Oscar likes to lay whenever heâs feeling sleepy, when heâs done for the day, he loves to throw himself down on top of you and declare your chest as his pillow. Itâs hard to push Oscar away when he looks so tired, snuggling down into your chest as if he wants to lay there all night. He knows that when youâre feeling sorry for him is when youâre most likely to let Oscar get his own way. He knows that as soon as he yawns once heâs lying there that heâs there for a long time, not that Oscar would ever complain about that.Â
» Carlos SainzÂ
When youâre not paying attention to him, Carlos will lay himself down on your chest just to remind you that heâs still there and that heâs feeling pretty needy for you. If you start talking to him, heâs happy to just lay there for a while, but if you still pay no attention to him then Carlos will start to annoy you a little more to make sure that he gets what he wants. The best bit about laying on your chest is that he can also reach your jawline and pepper several kisses against it, just as an extra reminder that heâs there and that he wants you. Â
» Daniel RicciardoÂ
It used to be something that Daniel would just do in private, that was until Daniel decided to lay down on your chest one day in the garage. You couldnât quite believe what he was doing, but a sudden wave of confidence came over Daniel and he decided that was where he was going to close his eyes. No one dared to say a word, although many people looked across at you both in surprise. You tried to nudge Daniel, but he didnât budge, he was right where he wanted to be, and he didnât care what anyone else had to say about it.Â
» Lewis HamiltonÂ
Ever the gentleman, Lewis would never rest against your chest, not unless you invite him to lay there first. When he tends to be being pretty hard on himself or struggling to keep himself composed with work or his busy schedule, you let him lay there so that he can tuck himself in underneath your neck, his favourite place to lay, and forget about things for a while. Lewis loves the feeling of your hands running through his hair when he lays there, finding that he manages to fit in perfectly between your boobs, almost as if it was meant to be.Â
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a small request
max verstappen x reader | 2k
even world champions deserve love letters. after missing the mexico gp, you're determined to see max have a good weekend in brazil. maybe all it takes is a handwritten note.
cw: fem!reader, being in love, softness, a track-side kiss, love letters. and google translate, sorry to any dutch speakers.
a/n: was this inspired by that video from austin? yeah, it was! sue me! also, written/posted before the gp, so. no race details <3 xx
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You miss race weekend in Mexico. It happens. You can't be there every weekend, much as you'd like to be. You're even more peeved about it after, considering you quite like Carlos and wish you had seen him earn what very well might be his last win with Ferrari. But you're mostly upset because Max, though he won't say so, could probably have used your support.
Years of experience have him calm, cool, and collected despite the team troubles. Flippant, some headlines say. Mad Max, others. But you know he's probably just tired. Tired of the media, of the FIA, of the churning conflict between him and Lando -- something you all knew was coming someday, but maybe not so suddenly. The longest season ever continues to drag and drag and drag.
"Twenty seconds was...Christ, Max," you say. You know what happened, of course. You watched what you could, saw the sharp moves around the corner and heard the radios. It never gets easier, watching him take risks like that. Usually, everyone else backs off, but McLaren can see victory on the horizon and won't let it go. You can't blame them, either of them, you just wish it was all a bit less tense.
"I know," he says, voice raspy over the connection. "I -- well, you know how I feel about it. Don't want to say anything in case the FIA is tapping my phone."
You laugh into your hand so you don't disturb the other people in the airline lounge, not entirely used to places like this, still. Max has told you over and over that it's absurd for you to spend your own money when you're coming to see him all over the world. When you told him you moved things around so you could come to Brazil, he booked you the nicest ticket, per usual.
"Oh, ha, ha," you say. "Don't give them any ideas, Mr. Community Service." You sigh. "Do you need anything? Be honest."
"Aren't you at the airport already? Your flight should be leaving in --" A pause, like he's checking his watch -- "forty minutes."
You glance up at the departures screen. He's right, but you don't give it to him so easily. "Know my schedule, do you?"
"Well, I booked your ticket, so I should think so."
"Your assistant booked it, you mean."
He hums and you picture him in his hotel room, maybe at the window, looking over the city. "I know your flight information. Don't be silly."
"I mean it, Max," you say again. "Is there anything I can do to make the weekend better?" It's a bit of a useless question and you expect him to answer with a snarky get me a new car or apply for the position of steward.
But he doesn't. He clears his throat.
"I'm just glad you're coming," he says, softly. "I've missed you."
You never doubt how Max feels about you, but he must be pretty tired to admit it like this. He's all about actions, this man. Making sure you have what you need when you're at the track, arranging your travel, remembering your schedule. He shows you how much you matter, and that's more than enough. He never wants to make you feel bad for having a life beyond being his girlfriend. And this doesn't, not really. It just makes you ache, fills your chest with the hopeless affection you've felt for him for so long.
"I've missed you, too," you reply. "But I'd like to be useful."
"Oh, I can think of a few things, then," Max says, all of a sudden all cheek. Such a boy, sometimes. A boy in love.
You can't help but laugh, face hot. "Hush, you!"
He huffs. A few beats of silence, the comfortable, well-worn kind. Sometimes, when he's halfway across the world and up late on the sim, he'll call you just to hear you breathe.
"Max?"
"I -- do you remember what you did for my birthday?"
He'd wanted something small, quiet. There was a lot of work to be done with the team but three weekends off meant you had a little time to yourselves. A few days hardly leaving his place, a dinner with some of the guys, a cake you made yourself, hand-delivered in bed. Gifts for a very wealthy man are difficult, especially since Max doesn't seem to want much.
"Oh, the pillow with my face on it?"
Max laughs. The lounge loudspeaker announces that your flight is going to board soon, so you gather your things but keep your phone wedged next to your ear.
"No, the other thing," he says. He clears his throat and summons some of that World Champion courage. "The letter."
You'd written him a fairly long love letter, thinking it would be a nice thing to carry to the races you couldn't be at this fall. It was tempting to be embarrassed about it when you gave it to him the morning of his birthday, but his cheeks had gone pink and he'd buried his face in your neck.
"Oh, that," you say. The airport is busier outside the lounge and you push your case in the direction of your gate weaving between. people.
"You could write me another, maybe."
Max is direct. He is honest, at work and at home, but this surprises you a little.
"You do know I'm about to get on a plane to see you, right?"
He huffs, and you imagine his cheeks pink, eyes bright. "You asked!"
"I'll write you another love letter, Max Verstappen," you assure him. "I'll write you a hundred."
"One is a fine start," he says firmly. "You should be boarding soon, and I've got to go to the press conference. Text me when you've landed?"
"Of course," you reply, eyes rolling though he can't see. "I'll see you soon, okay? Love you."
"Love you, liefje."
On the plane, you tear out some pages from your journal. You'd prefer to have some nice stationery like what you wrote on for his birthday, but maybe this is more romantic, more real. Making do with that you've got because he asked.
In the last one, you told him your memories of when you first met. How your stomach swooped when you made him laugh, how his blue eyes wouldn't leave your dreams. In this one you tell him about when you first realized you loved him. How absurdly early you were sure, how badly you wanted to tell him for weeks. The way you remember every second of when you blurted it out -- his face, his smile. His voice in your ear, telling you over and over, geliefde, ik houd van je, zo veel. I love you, so much.
"You're working hard on that," someone says. You look up at your seatmate, a woman a few decades older than you with a heavy accent.
You feel a little like you've been caught doing something illicit, but you just smile at her. "For my boyfriend," you tell her. "A love letter."
She flattens her palm over heart and sighs. "How lovely," she coos. "I hope he takes care of you, too."
We take care of each other, you want to say. You could tell her about how he sends you postcards from every country he goes to after you told him you like to put them on your fridge. You could tell her how sometimes you text him during his streams to make him laugh on camera. How he remembers your favorites, how he saves you his special team gear, how he sends you flowers all the time. How he likes to sit on the couch, your toes under his thigh, fingers around your ankle. How you've been learning Dutch and how he patiently corrects your pronunciation. You could go on and on and on.
"He does," you say instead.
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The plane lands safely in Brazil, but the pilot tells you that there is no open gate and that you'll be sitting for a while. You text Max.
stuck on tarmac, will be later than expected! :(
He must be in media responsibilities still because he doesn't reply until you finally get off the plane.
go relax at the hotel. i'll see you for dinner!
You find your ride easy enough and take a deep breath. The letter you wrote on the plane feels heavy in your pocket, and you just want to see Max. To be near him again. To give him this small thing he asked for.
"Excuse me," you say to the driver. "Do you think we could go to the track, instead?"
You text Max's assistant to say you're headed there, hoping it's not too much of an inconvenience. You're told he's almost done, maybe an hour left, and when you arrive you're led to his driver rooms. His shit is everywhere, per usual. Max is quite neat except in here -- Carmen once told you that George is the same. Clothes strewn about, his race boots unlaced and left in the way, warm-up equipment in a pile. On the table are a few of his things -- his wallet, a notebook, some papers.
Wait a second. One of those papers looks...familiar. It's been folded in three, the envelope it came in nowhere to be seen. His name is scrawled on the blank side in your hand and when you tug it from the pile you can see that it's creased, the edges a little more worn than when you gave it to him a few months ago. Max Verstappen, three-time World Champion, actually carries around the love letter you wrote him. Brings it to the track. It's darling. You love him so much. You pull the new one from your pocket and set them side-by-side on the table where he'll find them.
You ask to be taken to the pit wall, please, so you can see whatever the drivers are doing on track. Some dedication, you're told. The timing ends up being perfect and you get there just as they're finishing. You lean on a gap in the barrier where, on Sunday, crew members will be holding timing signs as the drivers zip around the hot pavement. The crowd in the stands is loud, as always, and maybe you imagine it but it seems to get a little louder when you look out.
The guys are talking amongst themselves and a few of them wave at you. You spot Max as he turns away from Charles and you can't help but grin. His eyes meet yours under his cap and his entire face chances, softens, and he breaks into a jog. You lean out over the concrete ledge and meet him in a kiss that's more two smiles pressed together than anything else.
"This is a surprise," he says when he pulls away. Eyes sparkling, he shows no signs of rejoining the other drivers as they head to whatever their next thing is. Photos, probably.
"I missed you," you tell him. "I've left you something in your room."
"Oh?" He straightens the lanyard of your credentials with careful fingers.
You reach for him, palm on his cheek. His stubble tickles and he leans into it ever so slightly. It doesn't feel like there are thousands of eyes on you, not even a little.
"Yeah," you say. "As promised." Someone calls his name. "Go on, then. I'll be waiting."
He kisses you again, a quick brush of his lips on the corner of your mouth.
Later, you'll wake from your nap in the hotel room to those same kisses on your cheeks, your forehead. Max will gather you in his arms and tell you all the moments he almost told you he loved you, how he could hardly believe when you said it first. You'll tease him for how many times he's read that first letter and he'll cheekily say that's why he needs more. And you will write him more, you'll write him as many as he wants. As many as you can, for the rest of your lives.
But now, in front of thousands of screaming fans, he smiles at only you, boyish and pleased.
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SLEEPING WITH THEM, F1 BOYS.
INTRODUCING THE GRID: oscar piastri. lando norris. charles leclerc. max verstappen. carlos sainz.
CW: fem!reader, teasing, kissing, established rel . . .
â OSCAR PIASTRI (81)
no matter how long you've been together, oscar's shy nature never really fades. the moment you climb into bed beside him, his heart starts racing, and a light blush quickly spreads across his cheeks. even though he has spent countless nights with you, the simple act of your body curling up next to him still makes him feel dizzyâsomething you find so endearing about him. when you plop your sleepy head on his chest, he stiffens slightly, unsure of how to respond. should he wrap his arm around you? is he being too forward? eventually, oscar can't resist the urge to hold you close. he lets out a small sigh and slowly he wraps his big arm around you. as he settles into the moment, oscar instinctively nuzzles his face into your hair. the sweet scent of your shampoo fills his senses, and it's enough to lull him to sleep. on nights when you're wearing thin pyjamas, oscar finds himself wanting to be even closer to you. he'll gently slip his hand under the fabric, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back.
â LANDO NORRIS (4)
lando is naturally touchy, no doubt about it. from the moment you both climb into bed, his arms instinctively reach out to wrap around you. it doesn't matter how you're positionedâhe always manages to find a way to drape himself over you, his hands gliding up and down your back in soothing strokes. it's a habit of his, one that never fails to send you into a peaceful sleep. there is just something about the way his hands move. no matter how much you toss and turn throughout the night, you always seem to wake up in his grasp. it's almost like he has a magnetic pull towards you, his arms never straying far. sometimes, you'll wake up to find him clinging to you like a koala, his head resting on your chest or his legs slightly tangled with yours, as if he's afraid to let go. and while he might joke about it in the morning, saying how he must have been cold, you know it's just his way of staying connected to you. as much as lando loves holding you, there are nights when he craves a bit of extra attention himself. on those particular nights, he'll gently nudge you, signalling that he wants to be the little spoon. you are more than happy to oblige. his curls are ticklish against your face, and you can't resist burying yourself in them. your fingers also naturally find their way to his hair, twirling little strands between them before it sends you to sleep. lando absolutely loves to sleep, and because of that, these scenarios tend to happen often.
â CHARLES LECLERC (16)
once the two of you have crawled into bed, all charles wants is to hear your soft, soothing voice which puts him to sleep easily. he likes to have a quiet conversation with you about your day, listening intently as you talk about the little things that happened, genuinely interested. and he also takes these vulnerable moments to spice things up by mentioning all of the gossip surrounding the paddock, or somethings that happened over the race weekend that you may have missed. occasionally, charles will press a kiss to your shoulder or the top of your head, murmuring sweet nothings in french. if you ever wake up in the middle of the night, you'll often find that charles is right there, still holding you. sometimes, he's already awake, just watching you with a sleepy smile. he'll ask if you're okay, and if you need anything. he is more than willing to get up and help, whether it's fetching you a glass of water or simply holding you tighter until you fall back asleep.
â MAX VERSTAPPEN (1)
when you first get into bed, max is usually stiff and almost a little shy, but you can tell that he's just waiting for the right moment to pull you close. he's not overly cuddly by nature, but he'll often hold you firmly, and if you happen to stir or move away in your sleep, max will instinctively tighten his grip, drawing you back to him without even fully waking up. he will naturally gravitate towards you, his arm draped over your waist. he's not one to sprawl out; instead, he prefers to be as close as humanly possible. even if you start off with some space between you, max inevitably ends up shifting closer during the night. however, he does have this habit of bringing racing magazines to bed with him, flipping through them with concentration. to you, it's kind of funnyâhe almost looks like a teenage girl absorbed in the latest gossip magazines. you can't help but tease him a little when you catch him squinting at the pages, totally engrossed that you have to stifle a giggle. "are you reading up on your rivals again, max?" you might ask with a smirk. sometimes, you might also jokingly ask him about who his 'favorite' driver is in the magazine, just to see how he'll react. max will play along, maybe flipping a page and pretending to consider your question seriously. "this one," he'll say, pointing to a picture of himself, "he's the best looking, i think." but if you dare tell anyone that he reads formula 1 gossip magazines before bed, you might just find yourself on the couch for a while.
â CARLOS SAINZ (55)
carlos is a natural protector, and that instinct carries over into how he sleeps. he loves to wrap his big arms around you, holding you close to his warm body. carlos also has a habit of tangling his legs with yours, especially when you're lying face to face and get to see that giddy smile of his through the moonlight peeking through the curtains. but, we can't forget his playful side. before the two of you settle into the soft sheets, he might attempt to tickle your sides just to hear you laugh, or trap you in a bearhug that can be surprisingly easy to get out of given his sleepy state. another adorable thing about carlos is that he loves to not only intertwine legs, but also hands. carlos always wants to be holding your hand, even when you're both asleep so he will often reach for your hand, linking your fingers together and keeping them close to where his heart is.
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MESSY - LN4
pt.2
summary : Lando will not quit in attempts to keep seeing y/n piastri. The Azerbaijan Grand Prix ends triumphantly for the piastri family, followed by a flirty dinner, and paper being thrown at her in the early morning.
OG SUMMARY (After a steamy night together, neither Y/n or Lando expected to see eachother soon. Well, when they find eachother in the paddock and come to the realization that Y/n is a Piastri and Lando is Oscarâs teammate⊠things get interesting.)
listen up : piastri!reader. nothing major!! mentions of sex.
word count : 1453
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Iâm fucking extatic.
My mom and I came to Baku on a whim and now I'm hugging my champagne soaked brother after a pole position with my sisters on facetime.
The race was genuinely insane and my mom cried the whole time. Turns out all the F1 I watched at home is a million times better in person.
Especially when this time I can see everybodyâs faces.
An hour later I'm waiting for Oscar to change while my mom is on a call. I look up when someone enters the room, heâs dark haired with huge brown eyes. âOh- Hi.â His accent hits me and I'm star struck at my third favorite driver, Carlos Sainz.
âHi.â I smile and look back at my phone, sort of freaking out on the inside.
He doesnât move though, âUh⊠I'm looking for Lando, have you seen him?â At the mention of the McLaren driver's name I feel my stomach twist.
âNo sorry.â He nods and looks around the orange room.
âYouâre not here with him?â
Here with him?
âNo⊠Iâm Oscarâs sister, Y/n.â His face makes an âoâ expression before shaking off and smiling.
âShit! Your brother did well today. Iâm Carlos.â I laugh a bit and am about to respond before Lando enters the room in black jeans, a mclaren shirt, and socks only. He looks at Carlos and I back and forth before raising a brow. Carlos turns to see him and says something in a hushed tone.
âRightâŠâ Lando glances at me but rips his eyes away quickly.
âI didnât know Piastri had a sister.â Carlos crosses his arms as I stand.
âFour, actually.â I laugh a bit, âNorris have you seen Oscar? Weâve got reservations.â I want to talk about his race but it feels wrong. P15 to P4 is pretty wild though. And sort of hot.
He basically laughs in my face, âHeâs gonna be a while⊠No chance youâre making those reservations.â
I give him an annoyed look, âGreat.â
âDonât hate the messenger, love.â He doesnât even flinch, but Carlos does.
He looks at Lando, horrified like he did something scandalous. As if he feels bad, he looks at me, âLook- your family can join us if you want.â Lando is the one to give him a look this time.
âSo your guysâ reservations will work, but mine wonât?â I cross my arms at the men.
âYou used your own name to make them?â Lando asks, I nod and as he tries to hide his smile he says, âYeah you can come with us.â
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Oscar is confused at the invite but goes along with it. My mom decides to stay at the hotel for some work calls which makes me more nervous. Iâm now alone with my brother, my hookup, Carlosâ clueless ass, Alex Albon, and Max Verstappen.
I almost cry when Alexâs girlfriend joins us. Lily and I follow eachother and have DMâd a few times but meeting in person is like me being saved.
âSo, Y/n! Enjoy the race today?â Alex asks me cheerily, pouring more water into his glass with an arm around Lily.
âNo race talk!â Lando and Max say in unison. I donât really know how they do it. They race each other for two hours, are always pissy after, then just switch to being friendly so quick.
I look at Carlos whoâs talking merrily with Alex, surprising considering he was a lap away from a podium before his dreams were crushed by a RedBull and a prayer.
The table weâre at is large and oddly enough, round. The restaurant is beautiful and mostly deserted except for our table. Iâm next to Lily and Oscar, Lando across from me.
Iâm acutely aware that heâs across from me because he hasnât taken his eyes off me. I watch his hands move his Monza pole ring around his finger. God his hands. His hands that were all over me-
âY/n, What are you ordering?â Lily asks which shakes me from my imagination.
After ordering we fall into comfortable conversation which eventually ends in me making fun of Oscar with photos from our childhood. âRight then! Thatâs enough.â Oscar eyes me when my phone swipes to a photo of Osc dressed up as a car.
âWe know Oscarâs kink now.â Max jokes and I cringe, âWhat? They always stem from childhood!â
âSo who you calling daddy then, Verstappen?â Lando doesnât miss a beat, Max side eyes him. âNo need to be ashamed, Osc.â
âNot in front of my baby sister, please.â He looks around the group who are all laughing.
âCome on, you're a year older than me!â I sigh, âYou donât know what I get up to.â
He makes a disgusted face.
âOr who.â I add simply, sipping my drink as Lando chokes on his. His face is red after Max slaps him on the back.
Oscar ends up changing the conversation around to old karting days and how I was dragged along. I eventually excuse myself to the bathroom, checking my hair and washing my hands, as I leave I run into Lando.
âHi pretty.â He smirks as I roll my eyes.
âWould you stop staring at me? Oscar isnât blind.â
He shrugs, âNo.â
âNo?â
âNo. Itâs kinda difficult when you look like that.â Iâm going to pretend that didn't do something to me and move on.
âNice race today. Sort of impressive.â I match his cool demeanor which he loses after my words.
âA compliment?â He grins, god his smile is ridiculous and when itâs directed at me I want to faint, âThanks love. Wanna celebrate with me later?â
âCareful with the nickname, Norris. Iâll be celebrating with the man who actually won.â
Speaking of, Oscar joins us in the hall, his face dropping when he sees us, âPlease tell me you arenât friends already.â I stand up straighter, âI canât have you two combine forces against me.â
This makes me laugh, âDonât worry, Osci.â I squeeze his shoulder before stepping away.
Lando follows, âYeah I donât think weâre the friends type.â I eye him behind me, he just winks.
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Iâm pretty sure the world is working against me. Or maybe for me?
Weâve got an extra day in Baku to spend with Oscar. I woke up early, getting hot chocolate and settling on my balcony with my book and pajamas.
Iâm happy in the early light, breathing in the fresh air when I hear a whistle. My eyes are drawn down to the man running shirtless, shading his eyes from the sun while looking up at me.
âGood morning!â Lando sings, that smile already planted onto his face. He looks way too tan, sweaty, and fit for five in the morning.
âMorning.â I say back.
âWatcha reading?â I raise a brow, confused because no guy ever cares about that.
âUm. Little women.â I close the book and flash him the cover. He nods.
âI have something for you!â He reaches into his pocket and I wouldnât be surprised if he pulled out a boom box.
He pulls out a crumpled piece of paper, âAre you sending me a nude by hand?â
He laughs out loud, âNo! Itâs my number!â He throws it up but the wind pushes it right back down, landing at his feet.
He frowns and tries again, âYouâre quite bold for a one night stand.â The paper falls again and I try not to laugh. He grabs it, looking up at me once again. I can see the blueness of his eyes even from stories up.
âWho said it was just a one night stand?â He squeezes the paper tighter. When he throws it once more, it finally lands on my balcony but Landoâs eyes jet to the balcony next to mine.
âThe hell are you doing?â My brother's voice makes my eyes go wide. I had forgotten heâs right next door.
âComing to see you, of course!â Lando opens his arms wide.
I can practically hear Oscar shaking his head, âGo away.â Lando nods and starts to jog backwards, his eyes meet mine once last time, making my breath stop short.
He smiles wider, turning around and following his route.
I shake my head, smiling to myself and opening the crinkled ball of paper. It reads his number and a small note.
Give me a chance, Y/n. You wonât regret it.
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grin to win - the genz!driver
pairing: the genz!driver x 24!grid (pre and during singapore)
summary: itâs the gzd first ever win, but getting there was a bumpy road
word count: 4.3k
warning: not proof read and some angst, talks about not feeling enough and all that
note: i am so sorry for not having updated in such a long time, i do hope you still like my stuff :)
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it has been weeks since our beloved gen-z driver has had a positive experience. silly season started earlier than she thought - daniel was rumoured to be dropped soon. max hasnât won for a long time, she wasnât sure if thatâs positive or negative, but she feels sorry for her favourite dutch. carlos finally announced heâs signed with williams.
oh, and loganâs been dropped.
oliver is driving for haas next year. mclaren overtook redbull in the constructors championship. lando has started his transition to mad-lando (get it? because heâs starting to drive like mad-max? anyway). kimi signed with mercedes.
but there werenât any news surrounding y/n. nothing negative, but also nothing positive. no rumours of her signing with a new team, or staying at her current team. her contract will run out at the end of the season.
she hasnât heard from her team ceo or principal yet. she wasnât underperforming, no sheâs just performing as expected. but also not doing better.
she needed that something. that something that reassured her, that sheâs in the right place. she needed at least a podium this season. thatâs what she was telling herself for the last weeks. beating herself up, every time she didnât perform well enough (in her eyes, we have to say. because if you looked at it from a neutral view, she was doing more than fine).
the stress has been eating her up. she was staying longer at the gym, eating less, seeing the guys less, not seeing her friends or family. even her boyfriend broke up with her, because sheâs been ignoring him and focusing too much on her racing.
lewis was the first one to suspect something, knowing this behaviour all to well from himself. but he didnât know what to do. should he ask her about it or say something to someone professional?
the first thing he did was tell george. george usually knew what to do. except this time.
âlew, im sorry man, i donât know what do doâ, he sighed and looked over to his teammate. âwe could just tell the principal, but i donât know if weâll brake her trust this way.â
âshe just needs to see, that sheâs good enough, i know that thatâs the issue sheâs having right nowâ, said lewis to george.
the taller one just shrugged, âmaybe we should just, you know, talk to herâ, he suggested.
lewis agreed, but he was sure, that he was the wrong person to talk to y/n. thatâs why he called seb.
and as her phone started to ring and her favourite picture of her and seb appeared on her screen, she instantly knew, that someone noticed her weird behaviour. why else would sebastian call during race week?
with a heavy sigh she picked up her phone and tried to sound as happy as possible as she said: âhi seb! whatâs going on?â
the german scrunched up his face as he heard the rather happy voice of the young girl. âhi there, pretty lady. i heard youâve been absent latelyâ, he said softly.
the moment y/n heard her current situation from someone else, her tears fell. she didnât think that itâd effect her this much, someone knowing whatâs been going on lately, but it did.
âhow do you know?â, she sniffled. her cries broke sebs heart, he could only imagine how his daughterâs future teenage cries would take him out.
âa birdie noticed and told me, hun.â - âwho was it? tell me it wasnât my ex, because that bloody pig told me, if i couldnât care enough about him, he wouldnât care about me and if he called you, that means heâd still care about me and that would only make me feel more guilt over the whole situationâ, y/n started to ramble.
âhey hey, no, it wasnât himâ, seb stopped her rambling. âi wonât tell you who, im just gonna tell you, as someone standing on the sidelines, youâre doing more than fine, okay?â
she shook her head no, even though the retired driver couldnât see her. âno im not, everybodyâs getting to sign their new contract or has been rumoured to be let go, but nothings happening with meâ, she sighed.
seb told her, that this wasnât necessarily a bad thing, that teams usually like to torture their drivers to see how far theyâre willing to push. and that she just had to let the team get to her and not assume anything.
âbut what if itâs like the situation with daniel? or logan? what if itâs the same with me?â
âthen so be it, you can come to switzerland for a few weeks, weâll forget the whole thing and organise something new, itâs as easy as thatâ, seb told her.
âand honestly, y/n, youâre not being dropped, or rumours would have already been going around. as i said, just go with the flow.â
thatâs what she tried. she tried to engage more with the other drivers. she tried to enjoy little things like eating chocolate.
she started to regularly talk with seb and talk about her feelings and worries - which helped her a lot.
and as time flew by, she got back into her zone. back into that racing mode, back into the fight.
it was singapore, hot and humid, but she was ready to fight. right before qualifying lewis visited her garage. looking relieved to see her spirits back where they belong.
âkiddo, you ready?â, he asked. y/n grinned at him and threw two thumps up. âgoodâ, he murmured.
âgood luck!â, he shouted. âyou too, youâre gonna need it with my paceâ, she laughed back.
âi hope soâ, whispered the mercedes driver. âi really hope so.â
y/n sat in her car, she felt that something good would be happening. she never felt this ready for qualifying before.
q1 and q2 went by as a breeze. her lap times were phenomenal, sheâs done better, but they were still great. easing into q3 with a good feeling and good lap times.
ây/n, youâve been doing great out there, donât push yourself too much, okay? iâll tell you when to give it your all. weâre going for the front rowâ, her race engineer told her.
front row, that was really something.
âyou think we can do it?â, she asked nervously. âi think that you can do it.â
with that statement she drove out of the garage onto the track. driving some laps to warm up her tyres. feeling the track and the car. she took a deep breath in and let it out and waited for her race engineer to giver her their sign.
tears stained her cheeks as she got out of the car. everything was blurry. confusion was written on her face. qualifying just ended and she will start the race from p2 on sunday.
she couldnât believe it, neither could her team or to be honest, every other driver on the grid.
journalist started to surround the garage, friends of the young girl had trouble getting to her. the first one who made it through the masses, was oscar.
as soon as she saw him, she started screaming; âoscar! can you believe it?â
the aussy looked at the girl, or rather young woman, and only grinned at her. âyouâre giving me the creeps with that smile, osâ, y/n giggled. âyou look like the joker, who are you about to murder?â
âthe one whoâs been making you feel worthless, but thatâs a different storyâ, he half whispered half sighed.
the young driver had to sigh, she knew the other drivers had caught on her emotions. but she didnât think, that theyâd know in this detail.
y/n grinned through the pang and hugged the australian. âthanks for being there for meâ, she whispered.
the moment oscar wanted to say something sentimental, his teammate barged through the journalists and jumped on them both.
âi cannot believe it! my best friend, starting front row, my goodnessâ, he exhaled and inhaled again: âtogether! weâre starting front row together!â
y/n giggled once again, she felt, that this wasnât the last giggle of the day. âwill you let me pass?â, she asked jokingly.
lando looked shocked: âare you kidding me? nuh-uh, no way in hell will i let you pass, now that im a race winner, youâll have to earn it fair and square!â
âfairâ, oscar laughed. y/n shoved oscar outraged. âyouâre on his side?â - âi am a race winner too, you know?â
âindeed he isâ, carlos called from the end of the garage. âoi, this isnât your garageâ, a mechanic of her team shouted, âthis isnât all of you guysâ garageâ, he said, as he realised two more drivers were present.
âletâs go, weâre going to some hospitality or somethingâ, y/n suggested. with an apologetic look towards the mechanics, the drivers left the garage.
âiâll update the groupchat and tell them where we areâ, lando mumbled. oscarâs and carlosâ phone dinged, but y/nâs was left out.
âwait, what groupchat did you text?â, she asked confused. âthe one about youâre crisis-â lando just saw carlosâ and oscarâs head shacking no, as he slowly finished his sentence, realising his mistake, â-without you in it.â
âwhat?â - âlewis and seb created a groupchat, to discuss some tips on how to lift your spirits, sâallâ, oscar slowly explained.
âokayâ, said the female driver slowly. âthanks, i guess?â
âwait, so you all knew? i mean i kind of suspected you knowing, but you all knew? and what did you discuss?â
the three drivers thought carefully about their next words. carlos was the first to speak out: ânothing really. lewis just told us, that your behaviour reminded him of himself when he first joined mercedes and seb just told us, that he was talking with you about it and just kind of updated us.â
ây/n youâre very important to all of us, we love you and want you to be well. if somethings going on, we worry about you and want to fix itâ, oscar supplemented.
âwhy didnât you tell us?â lando was the last to speak. his voice full of hurt. âoh lando, im sorry, i didnât want to bother all of you with my shitâ, she admitted.
daniel could see the falling tears on her face from far away. he could also see the many cameras realising their existence. he sprinted over to the four, to mainly shield them from the media, but his weird running drew more attention to the drivers.
âhi there, donât cry, camerasâ, he huffed. the little smile came back to y/nâs face, as she looked at danielâs red and out of breath face.
âhey i thought you were a high performance athlete?â, she smiled and wiped away her tears. âi am, athletes sweat, babyâ, daniel said.
âi heard that thatâs your last race, is it true, danny?â, she changed the topic from herself to the smiley australian.
âdonât change the topic, girlyâ, he smiled sincerely. âthereâs no truth, until you get that breaking post on insta.â
âhey, but front row, huh? how nice does it feel?â, he asked her. still on the move, she nearly tripped, not only over her next sentence, but also over a curb; âvery good but also kinda scary.â
âi got lando here in front of me and max behind me, just a little bit scaryâ, she elaborated further.
at the mention of the dutch, he appeared in front of the group suddenly. âi heard my name, whatâs going on?â
âi get it, max is scaryâ, oscar whispered more to himself. âdude, howâd you do that?â, lando asked impressed.
âmagicâ, max waved his hand in front of his face and laughed. he high fiveâd y/n next and smiled at the other drivers.
âmax is scary when he smilesâ, said oscar slow and quietly towards lando, who agreed soundlessly. âhey, watch itâ, max then pointed out.
on the other side, daniel was standing close to y/n, studying every twitch on her face. looking at carlos they silently communicated. the older two each grabbed a hand of hers and pulled her towards the next hospitality.
as usual, lando, max and oscar didnât notice the other threeâs disappearance.
the two mercedes drivers, fernando and charles were already waiting. as soon as the female driver noticed lewisâ braids, she sprinted towards him.
he though that she would gleefully hug him, but thought differently. with an angry step she stood in front of him. âhow dare you make a groupchat about my feelings!â, she pointed a finger at his chest.
although she was small, she was fearful. her finger digging painfully into his chest, twisting every other second.
the older driver caved under her touch and slouched: âiâm so sorry, i just wanted to help.â
âby creating a groupchat? you couldâve just talked to meâ, she sighed. âi know, but i thought i wasnât the right personâ, he admitted. âlew, youâre always the right person to talk to meâ, she smiled lightly, âdonât ever do that again though!â
âokayâ, he agreed, âbut front row, love! how excited are you?â
and then she explained her thoughts all over again. noticing max not being here to make a scary entrance again. she explained happily, how the dutch suddenly appeared in front of her and how he reminded her of the flying dutch.
george and nando stood there listening to their favourite driver and grinned at her expressions and exclamations. her arms were up in the air, face twisted to match each of her words.
if that young woman would not be like this ever again, they swore to change the whole world for her.
âiâll miss herâ, daniel whispered to lewis. âoh buddy, itâs official then, this your last race?â
daniel nodded: âthey have to recruite liam or heâs free to whichever team signs him.â lewis looked at his friend, theyâve known each other for so long. itâll be weird without the australian on the grid.
âdoes she know?â, he then asked. âno, wouldnât want to jinx anything and take her spirits awayâ, daniel hummed. âi get it, you have to tell her after the race though. wouldnât be fair if she found out through insta.â
oscar, lando and max then trailed in with pierre, alex and charles. looking at the scene in front of them;
y/n telling some sort of story with fernando and george watching them and lewis with daniel standing on the side talking with hushed voices.
âwe should celebrateâ, lando said out of the blue. the female driver gasped upon hearing the random suggestion and turned around to face her best friend.
âyes, oh my god, that is such a good ideaâ, she excitedly said. âwhat should we do?â
charles said, that they could order pizza. pierre disagreed and said, that they should rent out a restaurant and eat authentic food. oscar thinks, that they should treat themselves with some spa time (they think, that lily really has a grip on that man).
lando suggested theyâd go to the cinema. carlos said, that they should just go back to the hotel and do a relaxing movie night. lewis suggested they take a stroll with roscoe and leo. max thought some laps on the sim would be enough to celebrate.
george thought, that exploring singapore would be fun. fernando was just happy to tag along. daniel wanted to go swimming somewhere. and y/n, she really wanted to bury her face in ice cream and enjoy the time with her boys.
so thatâs what they did. bought loads of ice cream, rented some movies at her hotel, turned her room into a home cinema and ordered some pizza too, just for fun. and of course roscoe had to stay there too.
after all that celebration, y/n was so tired, she fell asleep on fernando. he gushed and ushered the others to take some pics.
after tucking her in, setting the alarm for the next day, they all bid their goodbyes and left y/n alone. except lando - he stayed.
he was her best friend after all and he had to talk about all of the stuff with her. but it could wait until the morning, he was pretty tired himself.
as the alarm clock rang, y/n jolted up, confused as to where she was. seeing her hotel room, she remembered yesterday and what they did. she then felt someone moving beside her, turning around she saw a head full of curls and knew not to worry.
âlando, what are you doing here?â, she giggled. the mclaren driver groaned and stuffed his face into the pillow. âi have to talk about the stuff with youâ, he then said.
âand you had to stay here why?â - âbecause i knew i wouldnât catch you before you would leave for the paddock, only logical solution was to stay here with youâ, he finally lifted up his head and grinned at his best friend.
she laughed a little and ruffled up his hair. âyouâre cute, but we donât need to talk.â
he shook his head and made some grunting noises, disagreeing with her statement. âbut we do, i need to talk about it.â
she told him everything he wanted to know. from the first time she thought she was not enough, to the phone calls with seb and to her feeling better over time.
âjust promise me youâll talk to me next time, okay?â, he begged her at the end of their conversation. she nodded. âsay it, say that youâll talk to me.â - âi will, i will talk to you, lando, i promise.â
âgood, but now, letâs get ready to raceâ, he grinned and changed the subject. y/n almost forgot, that they had a race to drive. and that she was starting from p2! âletâs goâ, she excitedly said.
the day almost went by like a blur. the two arrived at the paddock, parted ways at her garage, bid good luck to each other.
she started her training session? warmed up with her trainer, ate some food, went to the toilet, thatâs important. and then she already had to attempt the drivers parade.
she has never felt this nervous before. standing on that wagon, waving to the fans, not wanting to let anyone down, but mostly not herself.
the compulsive thoughts were coming back and she tried to remember what seb taught her. she breathed in for eight seconds, held her breath for seven, breathed out for eight again and held for seven. she repeated the box breathing method and tried to focus on the here and now.
lando saw her struggling to maintain a happy face and went over to her. âsâall good?â, he asked in a hushed voice.
she nodded softly; âjust trying to stay in the moment and not drift too far into the future.â
lando nodded, kind of understanding what she meant and just stayed by her side until the parade was over. as they parted ways for the second time that day, he hugged her and wished her only the best of luck.
her pre-race-ritual was listening to music, so she whipped out her headphones and blasted her loudest music on her playlist.
she almost jumped as her race engineer tapped her shoulder, to inform her that it was time to get into the car.
even though the first half of the day felt sped up, now everything was moving in slow motion.
she felt like james bond or any other action movie hero. her headphones still blasting music, she imagined herself looking total badass getting into her car.
step by step, nodding her head along to the music. arms flung up into the air to squeeze herself into the car. she mouthed some of the words as a mechanic gave her her steering wheel.
slowly she placed it into the socket and clicked it into it. still, everyone was moving in slow motion. she closed her eyes for a second, just trying to find her inner peace.
the music faded, she concentrated on her heartbeat. feeling it slow down, beat per beat. as she opened her eyes, the world was back to normal speed.
she took off her headphones, handed them to someone standing around the car. she lifted up her gloves, put them on and clapped her hands together.
âletâs get going then, ey?â, y/n then said to her crew. no clear answer came back, just some reassuring noises from around.
her helmet was laying in front of her, she looked at her drivers number, traced it with her finger and swiftly put it on.
the car was then rolled on to the track, everything was buzzing. she heard her race engineer checking the coms. hustling around her were all of the mechanics.
y/n went over the track once again. she knew every corner, she felt every bump on the road. her body knew when to turn, when to slow down or speed up. she knew what to do, this was her race.
she proved it by overtaking lando on corner one, lap one. right after the start there was a new race leader and they were called y/n l/n.
a woman was leading a formula one race.
she took off, she didnât have to think about it, it was all muscle memory.
little did she know, lando was cheering behind her. even max was grinning like a mad man. for once both of them were content with not winning.
history was made on that day. as y/n crossed that finish line she couldnât believe what was happening.
ây/n l/n, you are a formula one grand prix winner!â, she just heard her race engineer through her coms.
âand there it is, the first woman to win an f1 race, can you believe that weâve just witnessed history?â
âi cannot, oh this is just fantastic! y/n proved that she could win, even with a mediocre car, just imagine her in a redbull or ferrari. this is beautiful, unbelievable.â
the female drivers head was spinning. what does she have to do now? in her whole career she only had one podium. but she was pumped with adrenaline that moment, she really just canât recall what she has to do now.
she figured sheâd just follow lando in her car and behold, she ended up at parc fermĂ©. parking her car in front of the stand with the number one on it, she climbed out of it.
fuck, what cool pose was she gonna do? she hadnât thought about that. just, improvise, she thought.
iâd will be embarrassing either way, she thought next. she took out her steering wheel, disconnected her helmet from the car and coms and jumped out of the car.
and then she just fell to her knees. at first sobbing into her helmet and not believing everything that has happened so far.
but the sobs quickly turned into laughter. she bowed, just like sebastian did, in front of her car.
sighing with happiness she stood up from the ground. lando came running to her, scooping her up and basically throwing her around.
âmy god, you did it! you really did it!â
that was the actual moment, y/n realised what just had happened. that she had just won a grand prix. that she had just written history. that she had just done it.
max was coming from the other side, almost skipping. when have you ever seen max verstappen skipping?
âoh wow, this must feel so great, huh?â, he asked. âlike a mountain falling from my shoulders actuallyâ, she said.
she wanted to say so much more, but she was pulled aside to weigh. that procedure she knew. and then, there was her team, ready to celebrate the young driver.
just like lando, she sprinted towards them and jumped into the team. she was lifted up, chants were heard throughout the whole parc fermé.
âcongratulations y/n, i knew youâd write history one dayâ, her team principal congratulated her.
from the side of her eye she saw christian horner giving her two thumps up. the next moment he mouthed: âletâs talk.â
does this mean? oh my god.
her chain of thoughts were broken, as lando pulled her along in to the cool down room.
she laid her helmet on the pillar and took the pirelli hat from the stand. her heart had finally time to calm down.
max and lando were grinning like crazy, as they approached the young girl woman. âcongratulations, y/n, well done, perfect driving, couldnât have done it better myselfâ, max told her. âahhh, weâre both race winners!â, lando then shouted.
âthatâs true! oh my god, i canât believe it, and in the same season, high five!â
âwho do i spray with my champagne, you or max?â, she suddenly asked. both men laughed at her question. âyou spray whoever you want.â
so thatâs what she did. before that, she closed her eyes at the national anthem. quietly sang along. never felt this much pride before. received the trophy and placed it far, far away from lando and shook that chanpagne bottle to spray all of the people present at the podium.
she took a swig of the god awful champagne, she remembered from last time how nasty it tasted. and she held her promise she once had with daniel.
at her first win, she would do a shoey, without any hesitation. she took of her sweaty shoes, sat down on the podium, filled the shoe up to the rim, hopefully the first sip would have the least amount of sweat and just started chugging it.
if you were present that day, you heard daniel ricciardo shouting and yelling at her from parc fermé. his whistling may have been recorded by the cameras, but who knows, the whole world was whistling for her in that moment.
nothing would ever beat that feeling ever again. drenched in sweat and champagne, chugged the mix of it and a heart full of love in that moment. she grinned at her win.
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loudest in the paddock | cl16
summary: youâre charlieâs biggest fan.
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being charles leclercâs girlfriend is a badge of honor that you wear with pride, and you love to make it known to everyone, whether thereâs a camera on you or not.
the fans have a field day with all of your reactions that get captured on camera during race weekends, to the point where charles has a folder on his phone that is home to a number of memes that theyâve made of you. you just get easily excited, and clips of you yelling about something, whether good or bad, have gone viral on many separate occasions.
things are a little different this race. since the moment maxâs brakes caught fire and then exploded as he was coming into the pit lane, youâve been laser focused on the fact that your boyfriendâs teammate is in the lead, with your boyfriend himself only a couple seconds behind in p2. the only time your eyes werenât glued to the tv was when you noticed someone standing in front of you to block the cameraâs view of your celebratory dance when it was official that max had DNFed.
youâre practically biting your nails off as the laps go by, praying harder than you ever have before that this race ends well for ferrari. you hadnât been able to attend the last race, so the possibility of witnessing charles on the podium in the flesh had you shaking in your boots. especially after how rough last season was.
and then george crashes on the last lap.
âwhat?!â you exclaim, flying out of your chair and covering your mouth with both hands.
the tv switches to a different camera that shows his car on its side in the middle of the track, and you can feel your heart in your throat as you wait for what looks like an obvious red flag. you can hear someone say your name, and out of the corner of your eye you can see your own face on another tv. usually you smile, wave, or make a funny face at the camera when you catch it filming you, but right now youâre too worried about the fact that only a yellow flag has been called along with a virtual safety car. your hands go from your mouth to your head as itâs confirmed that the race will finish under the virtual safety car, meaning a guaranteed ferrari 1-2 and charles on the podium.
you waste no time in throwing your headset down and cheering, getting wrapped up in hugs by the team as they pass you by to head to the side of the track and cheer carlos and charles across the finish line. while they do so, you rush out of the garage to find your way to the podium in order to get the best spot to see both ferrari drivers up there and hear the dulcet tones of a different anthem than that of the dutch one.
the wait goes by quicker than you thought, and theyâre announcing landoâs name as he walks onto the podium to claim his third place finish. then the graphics behind the podium change to charlesâ, and the second his name is called you do what youâve been waiting to do since the moment max retired from the race.
years of attending concerts and dance competitions had thoroughly prepared you for this moment. you cup your hands around your mouth, and the second you spot charles, you shout as loud as you possibly can.
âCHARLIEEEE!â
your scream renders everyone else silent for a few shocked moments, and you giggle when charles nearly trips over his own feet as he cranes his neck to try and find you. you shout his name again, sending the ferrari team into a chorus of similar cheers, and when charles finally spots you, his smile grows impossibly brighter and he blows you a kiss from the second place position on the podium.
he looks nothing short of etherealâ his hair fluffy and messy from being encased in his helmet, the rings adorning his fingers, the way he holds his chin up with barely contained pride as the team sings the italian national anthem. you make a mental note to tell him heâs been looking a lot like tony stark lately, and youâre loving it. even more so when he gets drenched in champagne, the confetti sticking to his soaked skin.
he has no struggle in finding you after the ceremonyâ as soon as you spot him, you let out a wolf whistle that has him blushing.
âthereâs my girl,â he laughs as you launch yourself into his arms, kissing the top of your head. âmade sure i could hear you all the way from the podium, huh?â
âof course, what did you expect?â you ask, smiling widely as you look at the trophy that got sandwiched between you both. âiâm so proud of you, charles. the whole world needs to know about it.â
âhere,â he holds the trophy out to you. âpour toi, ma belle.â
âyouâre shouldnât have,â you tease, taking it into your hands and admiring it as best you can while trying to ignore your reflection in its surface. âthis is amazing. youâre amazing. whereâs carlos?â
âi thought you were my girlfriend,â he snatches the trophy back. âno more trophy for you.â
âbut he won,â you continue, rolling your eyes when he pouts. âhey, i only gave him gracious applause. i seem to recall screaming your name before.â
âand itâs the only name you ever will.â he says with a wink, and you elbow him in the ribs.
âyou are soâŠâ you trail off, at a loss for words courtesy of his audacity.
âcorrect?â he supplies, wrapping an arm around your waist and pressing a kiss to your temple.
âi was thinking âunbelievable.ââ
âiâm taking that as a compliment.â he says, before leaning in and whispering in your ear. ânow letâs go back to the hotel and see how loud you can be for me there, hmm?â
you can only hope that the hotel walls are soundproof.
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Hey could you do fic for Toto Wolff with wife reader where she's been feeling unwell but insists she's coming to the track and he's worried about her. Long short story, their son (Jack) with her and she felt like she's going to go faint and she tell Jack to find Toto for her and Toto's being her knight in shining armor,rescued her. Just fluff and comfort. Tag me later. Thanks! :))
TAKE IT EASY| T.WOLFF
Pairing; Toto Wolff x Wife!reader
Summary; Your stubbornness to admit you may be feeling unwell might just be your downfall one day but your husband will always be there to catch you, as will your son.
Warnings; none
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You could feel the worried gaze of your husband from where he was standing in the en-suite getting dressed, he had woken up before you this morning which was his first notification that something was wrong but once he saw your flushed cheeks and pressed the back of his hand against your forehead he knew you certainly werenât well.
He had tried to convince you to go back to bed but you refused, you were here to support him and Jack was so excited to attend a race again and whilst Toto was more than capable of looking after him, it was just easier for you to take care of Jack and entertain him because Toto still had work to do, a toddler didnât just want to sit in the garage and wait for their father to finish a bunch of things before having fun.
So you insisted that you were fine and were adamant on going to the track, ignoring the churning of your stomach, fogginess in your mind and how weak your body felt.
Toto wasnât happy with your decision at all, your health was so much more important to him than any race that he had brought up not going himself but you had shot down that idea before he could even finish his sentence.
So he relented.
You were now on your way to the track, the car wasnât doing anything good for your stomach, leaving you to lean your head against the window with your eyes closed as you took deep breaths through your nose.
What was meant to be the comforting touch of your husband rubbing his hand back and forth across your thigh wasnât helping with the nausea you felt either because all you could think about was how similar the touch was to him rubbing his hand up and down your back as you threw up.
Jack was in the back babbling nonstop about how excited he was to see Lewis again and hopefully sit in the car and you loved your son so much but your head was so fuzzy that everything he was saying you were hearing three times and you couldnât think straight.
"Mama?" His small voice called out and you could perfectly hear the undertone of excitement.
"Yeah, darling?" You slowly turned around in your seat so you could look at him, mustering up the biggest smile you could for him.
"Can we see Charles and Carlos, today?" He asked, face filled with hope.
"We can do whatever you want to do but remember theyâll be very busy preparing for the race so they might not have time to speak with you."
"Okay, and can we see Bono?" He asked.
"Yes," you smiled weakly.
"And Mick?"
"If you want to, yes."
"And Lando and Oscar too?"
"Weâll do whatever you want to do Jack."
"Well I want food before we see Lando," he said strong cause you to laugh.
"Yeah, we mustnât forget about that," you agreed before turning back in your seat. Of all the days for your son to be riddled with energy, today was not really ideal but you suppose thatâs what comes with being a parent.
You rested your head back against the window, looking out at the streets you passed, reaching out blindly your clasped your hand with Totoâs that hadnât removed from its position on your leg, hoping his touch could help you feel even the slightest bit better.
Toto released a deep breath as he turned off the car and turned to look at you. You hadnât even registered that you had arrived at the track, still staring out the window in a daze. "Itâs not too late to turn around and go back to the hotel, we can go back to bed." He spoke up quietly, not wanting to startle her.
You shook your head and turned to him with a smile, "Iâll be fine, come on, jackâs getting antsy," you responded, hearing your son trying and failing to unfasten his seatbelt.
Your husband huffed in defeat and reluctantly got out the car, opening the door behind his to let Jack out, you heard him entertain his childish rambling and as soon as the door shut you took a second to take a deep breath before getting out yourself.
"Mummyâs not feeling today so itâs up to you to take care of her okay?" Toto whispered to his son, who was resting on his hip, so you couldnât hear.
Jack frowned and looked to his father in concern for you. "Sheâs poorly?"
Toto nodded "Sheâs doesnât feel well, are you going to keep an eye on her for me?" Jack nodded with a determined look on his face before wriggling for Toto to put him down.
"Mummy!" He ran around the car as soon as his feet his the ground so he could get to you.
"Yeah, baby?" You crouched down, surprised when he wrapped his arms around your neck in a hug.
"I donât want to see Charles, Carlos or Lando today, can we just get food and stay in Papaâs office and watch the race from the garage?" He asked.
You looked at him in confusion at his sudden change, he was beyond excited earlier and whilst you were relieved at the change in what he wanted, you were surprised at how abruptly he didnât want to go and see the other drivers anymore.
"Are you sure thatâs what you want?" You asked, skeptical as he nodded confidently but you reluctantly agreed.
"Okay then," you grabbed his hand and Toto grabbed his other as the three of you made your way into the track, you ignored the worried eyes of your husband that kept flickering to you every few seconds, the pair of you ignored the fans and shouts of media reporters as you werenât in the mood to feign happiness and Toto was just far too concerned about you.
You had hoped that as day went by you would start to feel better but if anything you felt worse, you had went to hospitality with Jack to get some food to take back to Totoâs office but the mixture of smells had sent you spiralling and you tried to get out of there as quick as possible.
You and Jack had been in Totoâs office for about an hour and you hadnât seen your husband in about two.
Jack was being on his best behaviour though, you donât know where his change in what he wanted to do today came from but he seemed content sitting on the floor with his snacks and watching the live recording of the track on your phone.
You had sat yourself down on Totoâs chair to try and relax a bit but your head was spinning so much and your vision was starting to blur.
"Jack?" You called out weakly, you had tried to sound as though everything was okay as to not worry him but it didnât work that well.
"Mama?" Jack pulled himself up to his feet immediately, live broadcast long forgotten as he saw his mother even paler than you had been this morning and leaning against his fatherâs desk, a thin layer of perspiration on your skin.
"Can you go get Papa for me? Tell him I need him quickly." You told him, trying to smile at him but your body didnât even have the energy for that.
Jack didnât need to be told twice, he turned around and ran to find Toto, opening the door with so much force that it banged against the wall before closing half way again.
"Papa!"
The Mercedes team all looked away from what they were doing and turned towards the sound of Jackâs panicked voice followed by the sight of him running through the garage with a petrified look on his face, searching for his dad.
"Papa!" He pretty much screamed, fear overtaking his body knowing that something was really wrong with his mother right now and you were alone and he couldnât find his father.
The Mercedes team were worried beyond belief as they took in just how scared Jack was and how desperate he sounded for Toto who wasnât in the garage at the moment.
"Jack?" Lewis slowly approached the boy who was stood in the middle of the garage, looking all around him, tears welling up in his eyes when he couldnât see his dad.
He looked at Lewis frantically. "Whereâs Papa?" He demanded.
"I think heâs speaking to someone right now, are you okay?" Lewis crouched down in front of him.
Jack shook his head aggressively, "I need Papa, Mama needs him quickly!"
"Whereâs your mama?" Lewis asked as worry filled him. "Show me where she is, maybe I can help her?"
But Jack shook his head "no, she needs Papa, she told me to get him quickly."
Lewis sighed but nodded, a bad feeling was settling have in his chest for you. "Okay, you stay right here and donât move and Iâm going to go and get your dad, okay?"
"You need to be quick!" Jack told him desperately.
"Iâll be as quick as I can." Lewis told him, giving a look to the team to keep an eye on him before turning and quite literally running out of the garage.
People stopped and watched in confusion as they saw Lewis Hamilton running through the pits, looking around frantically for someone.
It didnât take him long to see Toto sticking out from the crowd, in the middle of an interview with Martin Brundle, he didnât care that it was live and brutally interrupted the pair of them, grabbing Totoâs arm. "You need to come with me, now. Itâs important."
Seeing the serious look in his driverâs eyes, a million scenarios swirled around in Totoâs mind. He didnât even excuse himself from Martin knowing that Lewis wouldnât just crash his interview for no reason.
What took him back more was the fact that his driver had started running back into the direction of their garage and Toto didnât hesitate to follow.
He couldnât imagine how this looked, Lewis running through the paddock frantically, crashing Totoâs live interview and the pair of them running back.
"What is wrong?" He huffed as they weaved in and out of the masses of people crowding in the pits.
Lewis kept his voice down as he explained, not wanting this to hit the internet from someone overhearing. "I have no idea, Jack was screaming in the middle of the garage, looking for you. He said Y/N needed you quickly so I tried to get him to tell me where she was but he wouldnât, said she told him to get you as quick as he could, he looked terrified."
A deep sickening feeling settled into the pit of Totoâs stomach as he quickened his pace, he knew you werenât well today and the multiple scenarios of what could possibly have happened scared him.
"Papa!" Jack yelled as soon as he saw his father enter the garage, running straight for Toto and diving into his legs. "Quickly! Mama said she needs you."
Toto picked Jack up and looked him in the eye. "You stay here with Lewis, okay? Iâm going to go see Mama."
Jack nodded, suddenly a lot more calm now that his dad was here and didnât complain when he was passed off to Lewis.
Toto quickly made his way to his office and as soon as he stood in the threshold of the doorway, his heart fell to his stomach as he lay his eyes upon you, unconscious on the floor by his desk.
He was by your side in a second, kneeling next to you as he rolled you onto your side and moved your hair from your face.
"Liebe?" He gently tapped the side of your face, trying to coerce you out of unconsciousness.
At no response, he pressed the back of his hand against your forehead, grimacing at the amount of heat he felt radiating from your body. Looking around his office, he saw a glass of ice water sitting on his desk, he grabbed the glass and dipped his hand inside before pressing it back against your forehead, hoping it would cool you down a bit.
"Schatz?" He tried to wake you again, this time successful as he heard a slight change in your breathing and saw your eyes moving beneath your lids.
"Y/N, youâre okay, take it easy." He continued speaking to try and coerce you more awake, smiling when he saw your eyes open.
You were confused to see your husband hovering above you, your mind was foggy and your body felt so heavy you couldnât move your limbs.
Looking around, you found that you were lying on the floor causing your face to contort into confusion.
Turning back to Toto, you blinked up at him and upon seeing the questioning look on your face, he explained. "You fainted, and gave Jack quite the fright too."
Hearing Jackâs name, your body filled with worry and you tried to sit up but Totoâs hands on your shoulders encouraged you to lay back down. "Heâs fine, heâs with Lewis."
"Need a drink," you told him causing him to look at the glass on the edge of his desk.
"Iâll get you a new one, I put my hand in that one to try and cool you down," he told you.
You shook your head, "itâs fine," you held out your hand for him to just give you the one on the desk, not really wanting him to leave at the minute.
Toto brought the glass to your lips, insisting on hosing it for you since your hands were shaky and he didnât want you spilling it all over yourself. "Have you had anything to eat?"
You shook your head, the idea of food earlier had knocked you funny but you know you should probably eat something.
"Iâll get someone from hospitality to make you some toast," he told you, not really giving you the opportunity to refuse, not that you would have anyways. "Do you feel better now?"
"Yeah, thank you." you replied, sitting yourself up to lean against his desk. It was as though passing out was what your body needed to recover because the fuzziness in your head had faded away, the hot flush all over your body was gone and your stomach was no longer churning anymore, it just felt empty.
"We shouldâve stayed at the hotel," Toto repeated for what felt like the hundredth time today and you couldnât even argue with him this time. "I know," you responded.
"Do you want to stay in here and rest while the race is happening? I can keep Jack with me."
You shook your head, "No, I want to watch it out there; Iâll be fine."
Toto sighed but nodded.
"Mama!" Jack ran away from Lewis and towards you as soon as he saw you and Toto leave his office, you smiled widely and crouched down for him to run into your arms despite Totoâs protests, knowing you still felt a bit weak.
"Hi, baby," you wrapped your arms around him tightly and rubbed a hand up and down his back.
"I got Papa just like you said," he spoke into your shoulder.
"I know, you did such a good job," you told him proudly.
Toto insisted that you stay near him whilst the race was happening, not willing for you to leave his sight incase anything else happened so you curled up on a chair beside him with Jack on your lap, the boy also not wanting to be far from you, with Totoâs large coat draped over the pair of you.
A plate of toast and a glass of water had been set in front of you next to the monitors and there was no way you could stomach all four slices so you and Jack split it.
The media had their speculations as to why Toto and Lewis had been rushing through the paddock but once they saw you snuggled up on the chair beside Toto, still very pale, they could guess what happened but they thought it was adorable seeing how the man would constantly glance away from the monitor to you and Jack to ensure you were okay, his hand stroking your hair away from your face every few minutes.
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Would you write a Carlos or Max x reader please where sheâs a driver too. Theyâre always worried about her when she races but theyâre not prepared when she gets into a serious crash just running errands to the store. They get a call from her caller ID expecting her to have forgotten something but itâs a police officer or paramedic telling them sheâs been in an accident. Thank you!
Is this Mr Sainz? - Carlos Sainz x Driver! Verstappen Reader x (Brother) Max Verstappen
Plot: You get into a car crash when shopping for the first food shop before a race weekend.
You were used to driving, it was literally your job at a professional level as a driver in Formula One driver. And you were good too, having 3 wins under your belt in only your third year in the sport.
Sometimes it felt like you only had your seat because you were a Verstappen, but racing was in your blood and you were becoming just as much of a menance as your brother on track.
You also had your boyfriend Carlos who youâd been dating since you were in F2. You never thoughtyouâd make it as far as F1, but after proving yourself in your F2 season, and not struggling too much without power steering, you were promoted.
Having Carlos and Max on track with you was so fun as you were always teasing and making jokes with each other especially in interviews and on Thursday media days.
Carlos and Max however hated the fact that they had to race you and track an that you were good enough to actually fight for position with the pair of them. They were both pretty worried about you before they got into the car. Once they were on track they both tried to consider you as just another car, but admitidly that was pretty hard.
They never thought about you normally driving⊠it was such a mundane thing compared to driving round tracks at around 250mph.
âHello is this Mr Sainz?â the call came through whilst Carlos, Max, Lando, Oscar, Charles and Pierre were all in the hotel lobby just waiting around having drinks and talking. It was your caller ID so Carlos didnt think anything off it when he picked it up to here ⊠well not you on the other end.
You were out, getting some snacks for in the hotel room. Everyone had sent you their orders and youâd gone out by yourself wanting some time alone ahead of the race weekend.
You were walking around the large shop, picking out what was given from the list before heading to the checkout. It was getting kind of late, and it was media day tomorrow so you wanted to go back as soon as possible.
âHi, how are you?â You smile at check out lady who looks shocked to see you before starting to scan your items.
âIâm okay! How are you?â she asks back still looking over you in shock and you try not to chuckle at her reaction.
âIâm pretty good, just shopping for some snacks for my friends. This was the nearest place, its really nice in hereâ you smile as you take the items off her and pack them into one of your reusable bags.
âThatâs gonna set you back $82.52â she says, her American accent coming through. You smile and shake your head.
âOn snacks, my god I forgot how many people I was buying forâ you chuckle handing over your black card and putting the food back into the trolley.
âThank you so much! Youâve been so helpful!â you smile before you walk outside going to the car you had rented and loading up the boot of the car.
âYes this is heâ he says with a confused look, furrowing across his brows as he glances a the group who are also looking over to him.
âYou are listed here as the emerency contact for a Y/N Verstappen yes?â the voice asks and Carlos feels his heart skip a beat. He looked over to Max, who was now chatting and joking around with Lando.
âHold for one second pleaseâ he says before muting the call.
âMax, come outside. NowâŠâ Carlos says gruffy, before walking outside to a quiet area where there arent any people to interrupt.
âYes I am the emergency contact for Y/N Verstappenâ Carlos sighs and Max freezes.
âSheâs been in an accident and we are requesting you and a Max Vertsappen, her second emergency contact at he hospital immedieltyâ he explains and Max and Carlos share a look.
âWhat happened?â Max asks, a pause from the officer slighty confused at the different accent change.
âWhos this?â
âIâm her brother Max Vertsappenâ he says, his tone cold.
âWell, it looks like she was coming back from the shops and a drunk driver ran through a red light and went into the side of her car crossing the road. Sheâs in surgery right now but thatâs all i can confirm right nowâ he offers and tears build up in Carlosâ eyes. Max is sort of frozen in shock before he shakes himself out of it.
âWeâll be there as soon as possible, St Davidâs Iâm guessing?â he asks and gets cofirmation from the officer before hanging up Carlosâ phone for him.
âCarlos come onâ Max says pulling at his fellow drivers wrist who is now the frozen one with a blank look on his face.
âI-â he starts but cant say anything.
âCarlos come on, this cant wait!â Max exclaims before the older man wakes himself up from his daze and follows Max to the lobby where their friends are waiting.
âCan one of you drive us to the hospital, weâre both to irratic to be behind the wheel right nowâ Max asks, looking at everyone whoâd stopped their convrsations the minute the absent duo had come back in.
âWhat? Whatâs happened are you. okay?â Charles asks standing up.
âItâs Y/N she got into a car crash, drunk driver or something and sheâs in the hospital right nowâ Carlos explains to the group.
âIâll drive!â Lando agrees quickly, before taking them out to his McLaren, Carlos sat next to him while Max sat in the back.
âWhoever did this is going to payâ Max spits out angrily, tapping against the back of Landoâs seat.
âSheâll be okay, sheâs like the strongest person i knowâ Lando replies looking in the rear view mirror at Max before concentrating back on the road.
They get to the hospital in record time running into the emergency department trying to look for Y/N.
âIâm going to go get some flowers and chocolate for her, you guys let me know the room shes in yeah?â Lando says knowing that they just want to ask and see how she is.
They nod the younger driver off before hounding the receptionist with questions.
âIs Y/N Verstappen here?â Carlos asks.
âShe was in a car crash, an officer said she was in surgery?â Max asks.
âSheâs an F1 Driver has her team been informed about the accident, what about her family?â Carlos asks.
âSlow down. I unfortunaltley dont have the answer to any of those questions but the first. Sheâs here, Iâm not sure if sheâs out of surgry yet but I will. page her doctor to come see you both. Please in the meantime take a seatâ she directs them to the smaller and more privte waiting area.
Carlos takes a seat first his head in his hands while Max starts to make calls to his mum and dad and ther sister letting them know what was going on and telling them the limited knowlege he had on the situation.
In the time theyâd been waiting, it had gotten out to h general public that youâd been in a car crash and articles and posts had been made online regarding the situation.
âFor Y/N Verstappen?â a lady calls in a longwhite coat clipbaord in hand. Carlosâ head lifts up from his hands and he steps up towards the lady as Max hangs up.
âYes?â Max asks looking over to the doctor.
âYour sister Y/N is out of surgery, it was hard work but sheâll make a full recovery in time. Sheâs a fighter and we really thought weâd lost her for a second. Sheâs asleep right now but you can visitâ she smiles offering to guide them through the area.
âThank youâ Carlosâ cries pulling Max in for a hug, leaning agaisnt his shoulder before they follow the doctor through to your room.
You were asleep on the hospital bed, some wires and other medical tech strapped up to you and Max never thought heâd see you like this, heâs prayed youâd never ever be in this situation. He hated seeing you, looking so fragile and vulnerable.
Eventually your anesthetic wore off and you were woken up to voices lightly talking and rays of sun bursting through the window. The first thing you notice is how relaxed your body is. Not that you knew right now but the morphine you were on for pain was making you very woozy.
âMmmmmmâ you groan as you try to move.
âHey babyâ you hear lightly from next to you, your eyes fluttering open to meet your boyfriends.
âHi Carlosâ you smile soflty looking at him and the worried look on his face.
Thatâs when yourmind becomes a little less fuzzy and you realsise you are neither at home or in the hotel.
âYou were in a car crash, you had us worriedâ you hear your brother admit.
âMmmm Max?â you asklooking around the room seeing the various flowers and cards and noticing it was a hospital room.
âWeâre hereâ he smiles coming to stand the other side of the bed.
âWeâll always be here for youâ Carlos adds, holding your hand.
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Charles leclerc x reader, your his assistant that He has been pinning over forever and drops hints and like a lovesick puppy to you but your oblivious and innocent to it? Know you can do this rlly good lovely â F1driverszona đ€
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When you accepted the job, you knew the challenges you'd face wouldn't be easy. However, you never anticipated your boss being one of those challenges. Charles was never a difficult person; he was always easygoing and well-spoken. He only became difficult when he had his eyes set on a specific targetâor in this case, a specific person. His last assistant had left for another job, leaving Charles with a significant position to fill. Interviewing hundreds of people day in and day out was exhausting, and he was honestly on the verge of promoting any random intern. But then, you walked inâhair flying, papers everywhere; in short, you looked like a hot mess. Yet, he couldnât take his eyes off you.
Your looks werenât the only thing that impressed Charles. Your CV was more than impressive, showcasing all the hard work you'd done. The sudden decision to hire you had tilted your world upside down. You went from living in a small apartment in a rather miserable neighborhood to residing in the countryâs best penthouse. From day one, it was clear that your boss had a soft spot for you. You often got away with things others didnât, like showing up to work late, leaving early, and skipping those horrible meetings. You were given all the liberties in the world, yet you never took advantage of them. This habit of yours often left Charles scratching his head, wondering why you never took advantage of his kindness and leniency.
Charles knew he'd had his eye on you since day one. Each day you walked into his office made him smile wider. Everyone around you both knew how captivated Charles was by you, yet you remained oblivious. It was hard to ignore the feelings you had for Charles, but for the sake of professionalism, you often suppressed them. It was challenging, especially considering how kind and handsome he was. His smile had you weak, and the veins in his arms, especially when he flexed, had you wondering how his hand would look wrapped around your neckâanyway. Charles always kept you on your toes with how he handled you. His hand would always find its way comfortably to the small of your back, or he'd always be hands-on, even for the smallest tasks.
One specific incident genuinely made you wonder if your boss had feelings for you. Charles never bothered you after work hours, as he was a gentleman. So when you picked up his call one evening and heard the blaring music from a club, you knew something was up. Before he spoke, you heard a very drunk Lando yelling, âLook at you, Charlie! Canât even stay away from her for more than a couple of hours!â His reply would have made you swoon if only you understood French: âMon bĂ©bĂ©, je jure que je ferai de toi ma femme un jour, mon amour. J'aimerais pouvoir dire ça sobrement.â When you asked him the next day what he'd said, he simply brushed it off, saying heâd tell you when the time was right.
You had made the mistake of talking about Charles to your overly enthusiastic best friend, Eli. You'd always felt something odd when you were around Eli but brushed it off since he'd been in your life since you were five, and you weren't one to think poorly of people. Eli, who was oddly against your feelings for Charles, proposed a plan to get you two together by showing up at the Italian Grand Prix as your boyfriend to make Charles jealous. Though you had a bad feeling, you reluctantly agreed.
Monza was always magical, especially since you worked for Ferrari. You loved seeing how fans adored Charles and Carlos. You even joined the locals in praying for a Ferrari win, secretly hoping it would be Charles. When Charles qualified P4, everyone assumed it was because the car lacked pace. However, Charles was distracted by seeing you with Eli. It wasnât the fact that you were with another guyâit was how uncomfortable you looked. Eli insisted that pretending to be your boyfriend meant he could touch and hold you as he pleased, making you so uncomfortable you wished you could disappear. He justified it as "part of the plan."
Race day was the first time you spoke to Charles again. His responses were curt and had an edge to them, which was unusual. All he wanted to do was pull you into his arms and kiss you before the race. Instead, you exchanged a meek, âGood luck, Charlie.â He simply nodded, determined to win for both of you.
When Charles miraculously won the race, his first thought was of you. He couldnât wait to see you and planned to pull you into his arms and whisper the same words heâd said while drunk. This time, though, he was sure you would understand, as you now knew some French. Unfortunately, fate had other plans. The strange feeling you had around Eli turned out to be justifiedâhe was trying to drug you, hoping to manipulate the situation to drive Charles away and take advantage of you himself.
Eli had been slipping drugs into the water you drank. He knew you didnât drink alcohol and had to be creative. Midway through the race, you began to feel dizzy, struggling to focus. Around lap 45, you sensed something was seriously wrong, and luckily, Rebecca noticed too. When Eli left momentarily to fetch more "water," you encountered Rebecca, who saw how pale and clammy you were. She informed Andrea and took you to the medical center, where you eventually collapsed.
When Charles crossed the finish line, he was on an emotional highâuntil he heard what happened to you. Charles never saw himself as a violent man, but when he heard about Eliâs plan, he couldnât hold back his fury. He confronted Eli, who confessed to his scheme. It was a stupid plan, one intended to tear apart two people who clearly belonged together. Charlesâs only concern, however, was you. Seeing you quiet and still made him realize how much he depended on your presence.
You had been unconscious for eight hours and were taken to a nearby hospital for safety. When you finally woke, you felt a rough hand over yours. Charles had stayed by your side the entire time, his eyes tired yet softening as you stirred. Slowly, your memory returned, and so did the panic of recent events. It took Charles an hour to calm you down. A week later, Eli was arrested for his crimes, and Charles barely left your side. Later that week, he finally asked you out.
He wasnât the smoothest, but he composed a song on the piano for you and played it as he invited you to a high-end restaurant youâd always dreamed of. Toward the end, he finally said the words in French that heâd kept close to his heart: âLa derniĂšre fois que j'ai eu le courage de te dire ces mots, j'Ă©tais ivre. Cette fois, je suis sobre, et je suis complĂštement amoureux de toi. S'il te plaĂźt, sois mon amant?â
You simply replied, âJ'ai toujours Ă©tĂ© Ă toi, Charlie. Tu m'as juste fait attendre." And thatâs how, against all odds, you two finally found each other.
French to English :
"My baby, I swear that Iâll make you my wife one day, my love. I wish I could say this sober."
"The last time I had the courage to say these words to you, I was drunk. This time, I'm sober, and I'm completely in love with you. Please, be mine?"
"I've always been yours, Charlie. You just made me wait."
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iâm sorry i love you (ln4 + op81)
poly!landoscar x reader
summary: after being placed last in qualifying, oscar and his girlfriend comfort lando, but what happens when itâs revealed lando feels more deeply about the two of you than a friend should?
notes: !!CONTAINS SMUT MINORS DNI!! omg guys itâs my first ever poly!landoscar full length story
warnings: panic attack, threesome, p in v, oral (male receiving), sub!lando, dom!oscar, sub!reader
Lando practically throws his helmet into the arms of someone from his pit crew. He storms off, uncaring of any cameras that may be around to broadcast his tantrum.
Heâd just finished qualifying, finished on pole position. He was going to start at the top of the grid, when the news had spread. The FIA had done checks on some of the cars, and his was against the rules. It was stupid, something that wasnât in his control at all, yet he still had to find out in a public setting, just after he felt on top of the world.
Oscarâs car wasnât pulled for the check, so he was still able to drive in his qualifying position tomorrow. He felt his frustration grow worse and worse the more he thought about it. This was just another chance for Oscar to show him up, to show everyone just how much better he was than Lando in his rookie year.
And yet, Lando couldnât be mad at Oscar. He wanted nothing more than to hate the Aussie just a little, to feel some type of anger for him, but he couldnât. Oscar was a good guy, he was nice, he was funny, he was great to be around when he finally opened up.
He was fine with this sudden fondness growing inside him for his teammate, he felt the same way about Carlos when they were teammates. Then he met you.
You were the adoring girlfriend to Oscar Piastri. Perfectly sweet, and equally beautiful. You had been nothing but nice to Lando. And there was his problem.
You and Oscar were perfect for each other. You brought him out of his shell, gave him more confidence. And he made sure to always keep a smile of your face. That was why he refused to do anything about the feelings that slowly grew in his chest for the both of you.
Lando knew that tomorrow would be hell for him. That heâd have to see Oscar do well, likely earning another podium finish, then see him scoop you up in his arms and show the whole world how much he loved you. All while Lando would have to attempt to climb back to the top of the grid just to get in the points.
He avoided anyone he could on the way back to the hotel, steering clear of reporters and McLaren workers. He drove his car back to the hotel, and strode through the lobby to the elevator with his hood pulled up over his head and dark sunglasses over his eyes.
He was able to shower, to try to scrape the shame from the day off himself before the knocking started. He figured he could just ignore it. Whoever was on the other side of the door would just assume no one was there and theyâd leave. But whoever was on the other side of the door was persistent.
âLando! We know youâre here!â The Australian accent called through the door.
Lando sighed, pulling himself up off his bed then dragged himself to the door to swing it open.
There you stood with Oscar next to you. Oscar was still in his McLaren team kit, and you were still in the same McLaren shirt youâd worn to the paddock. Neither of you had made it to your hotel room yet, too concerned with Landoâs disappearance.
âIâm not really in the mood guys-â He starts, but stops when you walk past him, entering his room.
âThat was fucked. Telling you in front of all those cameras like that? What the hell?â You sit down on the bed.
Oscar gives Lando a sympathetic smile then follows you inside.
Lando was surprised by your colorful language and the anger you seemed to have for the FIA. He shrugs sitting down next to you.
âThereâs nothing I can do about it.â
âMate, if they had checked my car Iâm sure weâd be in the same position.â Oscar says as he sits down at the desk across from the two of you.
âBut they didnât check your car. They checked mine. So now Iâm P20, while you get to start on pole.â Lando snaps. He can feel you shrink at his sudden outburst. He sighs. âIâm sorry. I know itâs not your fault.â
His head falls to his hands as he takes a few deep breaths trying to regain his composure. He can feel your hand softly stroking up and down his back.
âYou two donât need to stay. You can go celebrate Oscarâs pole.â He says once he lifts his head back up.
His eyes are red, almost bloodshot, welling up with tears heâs refusing to let fall.
You wrap an arm through his and lace your hand with his. âWeâre not leaving you alone right now Lan. We care too much about you.â
Lando groans. He stands up pulling himself away from you and takes a few steps away. He wants to put some distance between the three of you. He wants to make sure that he doesnât let himself fall for the both of you even more than he already has.
âYou canât say shit like that.â His words are quiet.
âBut itâs true.â You say standing up.
âLando-â Oscar starts, standing up.
âStop! Stop! You both need to stop!â Lando holds his hands out in front of him, backing away from the two of you. âI canât-I canât do this.â He whimpers leaning against the wall. He can feel the tear falling down his cheeks now. He quickly tries to wipe them away from his eyes.
He can feel his breathing start to pick up as his heart starts pounding in his chest. Everything is too much, too overwhelming. The qualifying results along with your insistence on comforting him has made him feel like heâs choking on nothing.
Oscar immediately clocks the panic coursing through his teammate. He slowly reaches out and pulls Lando back down to the bed. You stand up, giving him space as Oscar grabs a bottle of water from Landoâs fridge, uncapping it and handing it to him.
Lando slowly sips on the water, taking a few minutes to calm down. He closes the cap and places the bottle on the table next to the bed. When he finally looks back up at you and Oscar his eyes are filled with shame.
âIâm sorryâŠâ He murmurs.
You sit down next to him again and wrap an arm over his shoulders. âYou have nothing to apologize for Lan.â You tell him softly. âItâs okay.â
He shakes his head. âNo, itâs not okay. Iâm sorry Iâm like this. Iâm sorry you have to see me like this.â
âMate, itâs fine, itâs okay.â Oscar says as he sits down on the other side of Lando.
Your arm slips from Landoâs shoulders as Oscarâs wraps around him, pulling his head to lean against his shoulder.
Lando finds comfort being sandwiched between the two of you. With Oscarâs arm around him and your hand now softly playing with his fingers he feels like he can finally breathe again.
âIâm sorry you guys have to help me with this, that I need you here with meâŠâ Lando says, his voice slightly muffled in Oscarâs shoulder.
âWhat do you mean?â Oscar asks, looking down at him.
You hear Lando take a deep breath, lifting his head from Oscarâs shoulder, then looking back and forth between the two of you. He sits up and moves away from Oscar, pulling his hand away from yours as well.
âIâm sorry I feel the way I feel⊠Iâm sorry Iâm in love with you.â His last sentence comes out in a breath. He stands up from the bed again, trying to put some space between you. âBoth of you. Iâm really sorry. And I donât want things to get awkward now, because youâre my teammate,â he gestures to Oscar âand youâre my teammateâs girlfriend,â then he gestures to you âso itâs impossible to avoid either of you after this.â
You sit on the bed silently, watching as Lando paces back and forth now, rambling about how nothing has to change, and heâll be able to move on with time.
âWe donât want you to move on.â Oscar cuts him off.
Lando stops mid sentence. âWhat?â The sleeves on his hoodie fall past his hands as his fingers fidget. âWhat do you mean?â
âLando,â you stand up, slowly walking towards him âwe both have feelings for you too.â
âYou do?â
Oscar nods. âIt was weird at first, both of us admitting that we liked you to each other, but we felt like it was something we could work through. We didnât want you to find out and get freaked about it.â
âOh.â Lando still doesnât look convinced as he shifts his weight on his feet.
You take a few slow steps until youâre standing in front of him, tilting his chin up so his eyes meet yours. âCan I kiss you Lando?â
He nods his head and breathes out an answer. âYeah.â
You raise a hand to cup his face, tracing your thumb over his cheekbone. He leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed.
Heâs almost surprised to feel your lips against his, like this was all some dream heâd made up in his head. You feel just the way he imagined, soft touches and slow intimate movements.
The hands that hold his waist do surprise him. He can tell theyâre Oscarâs, the size alone makes it obvious, but he can feel them holding onto him firmly.
Oscar stands behind Lando, trailing kisses up and down the side of his neck.
Lando feels his heart pick up again, but this time for an entirely different reason. What once filled him with anxiety now sends a thrill through him. Heâs excited to be with you, both of you.
Heâs getting far too hot pressed between the two of you, pulling his lips away from yours to take a much needed breath.
âShould we move over to the bed? To get a little more comfortable?â Oscar asks as he softly sinks his teeth into Landoâs neck.
You pull Lando to the bed by his arm, and push him so heâs sitting down on the edge of it. Oscar sits down on his knees behind Lando, running a hand through his curls. You crawl onto Landoâs lap, straddling him as you tug at the bottom of his hoodie.
âCan I take this off?â You ask.
Heâs quick to nod his head in response. You tug the hoodie up over his head and throw it to the side. His bare torso is revealed, the tanned skin on display. You reach out and run your hands down his chest, over the lines of his abs. He sighs, and leans his head back against Oscarâs shoulder.
âHeâs so pretty Osc.â You say as you admire the boy under you.
âHe is.â Oscar nods.
Lando blushes under your gaze, turning his head to look at Oscar. Oscar looks down at him with a smug smile on his face. He knew the affect he had on the British driver fairly early into their partnership, but finally getting to act on these pent up feelings was something new and exciting.
Oscar leans down to press a teasing kiss to corner of Landoâs mouth, smirking as Lando practically chases his lips as he pulls away.
âI think Y/n wants your attention.â Oscar nods to you.
When Lando turns back to look at you he can see that youâve removed your McLaren shirt and bra and start to softly tug at the waistband of his sweatpants.
His hands reach out to hold your hips, pulling you closer to him as his lips attach themselves to your collarbone. His teeth leave little indents in your skin, red patches appear alongside other older marks left behind by Oscar.
You roll your hips against Landoâs as your head falls back from the pleasure. Lando whines against your chest, lifting his hips slightly to meet yours.
Oscar palms himself through his jeans as he watches you and Lando. Itâs clear the two of you are starting to lose control, and heâs more than happy to take the reins.
âIs Lando making you feel good?â He asks you.
âYes, so good.â You whimper.
âThen maybe you should make him feel good too.â He says.
You slide off of Landoâs lap, pulling his sweatpants down to his ankles. You tug your pants and underwear down and toss them to a corner of the room.
You knew that Lando was attractive, anyone with eyes would be able to see that, but you didnât think that his cock could be just as pretty.
Itâs not as long as Oscarâs, but itâs thicker, the girth alone makes a wave of arousal travel down your core. You wrap your hand around it, and softly stroke it up and down.
Lando lets out a soft groan, letting his eyes flutter closed. You climb back onto Landoâs lap, continuing to stroke him slowly as Oscar tilts Landoâs head back to him. He leans down and kisses the Brit, smirking into the kiss as Lando moans against his lips. Oscarâs hair hangs down as he kisses Lando, slightly blocking their eyes, brushing against Landoâs face.
You grind yourself against Landoâs thighs, desperate for more attention as you watch the two boys kiss.
âCan I ride you Lan?â You ask as your hand slows down against him.
Oscar pulls himself away from Lando and nods in your direction.
âDo you want her to ride you?â
âPlease.â Lando whimpers.
His whines quickly turn into moans as you slowly sink yourself down on him.
He feels different than Oscar, his thick cock stretches you wider than Oscarâs has as you struggle to take all of him.
Lando struggles to hold himself back from thrusting up into you, wanting nothing more than to buried completely inside you. Youâre warm and soft, and wrapped so tightly around him that he swears this is what heaven feels like.
Youâre finally able to sit completely on Lando after a few minutes of rocking back and forth on him. You take a second to catch your breath before slowly grinding down further on him.
Lando canât pull his eyes away from you until he hears the metal from Oscarâs belt clink around.
He turns to see Oscar watching him with a smirk. âShe feels good, doesnât she?â
Lando can only nod his head, his eyes squeeze shut when you start to slowly lift your hips up then sink back down onto him.
Oscar pulls his pants down, then tugs his boxers down as well. He wraps his hand around his cock, slowly pumping it. His other hand tangles itself in Landoâs hair and gives it a sharp tug backwards.
Lando huffs out a breath as he stares up at Oscar, his eyes now a bit glassy from the pleasure he feels from you. His eyes drop down to Oscarâs cock, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.
âWant a taste?â Oscar asks.
Lando leans towards him and licks a stripe up the underside of his cock, letting his tongue brush against the head and collect his precum.
Oscar sucks in a sharp breath as Landoâs tongue licks around the head. His grip in Landoâs curls gets tighter as he pushes his head closer to his cock.
Lando takes the tip into his mouth, softly sucking and swirling his tongue around it. Oscar can feel vibrations come from the occasional moan from Lando as you start to ride him faster.
The room is filled with a mix of sounds coming from the three of you. Your slick as you ride Lando, bouncing up and down on his cock, Lando gagging as he tries to take more of Oscar down his throat. And none of you are being particularly quiet. Your moans mixed with Landoâs muffled moans, and Oscarâs deep groans bounce off the walls. God help whoever had the room next door to Landoâs.
Oscar is the first to cum. How can he not when Lando looks up at him with big doe eyes as he hollows his cheeks around his cock. Lando can feel Oscarâs release shoot down his throat, the warm salty cum coming out in spurts as Oscar has his head thrown back, thrusting himself into Landoâs mouth.
You canât help but clench around Lando at the sight. Youâve given Oscar head before, but you donât know if itâs ever actually felt as good as what Lando had done.
Oscarâs chest heaves slightly as he pulls himself from Landoâs mouth. A string of saliva connects Landoâs lips to Oscarâs cock. Oscar gives him a lazy smile.
âWhy donât you help Y/n cum just like you helped me? Play with her.â He instructs Lando.
Lando doesnât hesitate to move his hands to your body, playing with your tits, pinching your nipples. One of his hands finds itâs way down to where you two connect, and softly rubs at the little bundle of nerves.
You yelp and lift yourself higher on his cock before dropping down again. Your thighs feel like theyâre on fire, the muscles getting sore from the constant movement. Lando presses his fingers against your clit again, now much more sure of himself than before.
Tears begin to form in your eyes as you struggle to keep your pace. Lando begins to thrust up into you to help keep the rhythm youâve set. His arms flex as they hold himself up on the bed. Yours wrap around his neck as you bury your face in his shoulder.
âIâm gonna cum Lando.â You whimper as he presses harder against your clit.
He feels you clench around him one last time before you cum. You moan out both his and Oscarâs name as you cum, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.
Your release triggers Landoâs as he shoots his cum deep inside of you. He hold you down onto his cock as he continues to thrust up into you, pushing his cum as far as he can in you.
You slowly peel yourself off of Lando, whining at the empty feeling between your legs. You glance over at the two boys now laying down on the bed. Both are covered in a light sheen of sweat. Oscar has now pulled his shirt off as he lays back, softly stroking Landoâs hair.
You lay down on Landoâs other side, resting your head on his chest.
âThat was⊠wow.â He says, his voice a little gruff. âIs it like that every time?â
âWe donât have threesomes Lan.â You softly giggle. âWe only sleep with people we love.â You press a soft kiss to his flushed chest.
âSo you better get used to it, because now youâre stuck with us.â Oscar tells him as he buries his face in Landoâs neck.
You and Oscar let sleep wash over you, wrapped up around the British driver, who just smiles to himself pulling the two of you closer to him.
âIâm sorry I didnât tell you that I loved you sooner.â He whispers into the darkness.
#lando norris x reader#lando norris smut#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri smut#poly landoscar x reader#formula one x reader#ln4#op81
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đšđđđđđ'đ đ”đđđ - We finally arrived to the last chapter. I'm so happy you guys came along this journey and this is a wholesome story (that you'll only understand if you read the actually fanfic. Thank you so much for coming along the road, I hope to see you in more of my stories soon.
original chapter | series masterlist | main masterlist | taglist | pt 2
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Monte Carlo, Monaco
yourusername new home, who dis?
tagged: landonorris
username1 OMG they moved in together đ
username2 it's so emotional to see little lando and y/n going from best friends to living together
âȘ username3 i know right? đ„ș the best slowburn/best friends to lovers story
username4 We just know Y/N decorated the cutest house in Monaco for their little family
âȘ username5 our girly has the best taste †i mean, look at her boyfriend âȘ username6 She posted a little bit of the house of her stories and oh... it's beautiful
maxfewtrell I want to visit the new house
âȘ yourusername ur welcomed any time â€
landonorris sleepovers every night with the prettiest girls! â€
âȘ yourusername i love you muppet
landonorris
landonorris Five years ago, my best friend blessed me with another tiny best friend. I remember when I held Olivia in the arms for the first time, and I never felt so connected with someone. She taught be that love is more than blood and heritage, it's about being there and showing that you care. She taught me the purest form of love, and slowly turned me into a better person. Today, I feel proud to officially, and legally, call her my daughter. Thank you for chosing me as your daddy. I promise to love and take care of you until the end of of my days.
yourusername I'm so proud of you! And I'm so glad to officially call you Ollie's father. I love you both so much, and I love our family
âȘ landonorris I love you so much â€
username1 HE ADOPTED OLLIE đ
username2 Daddy Norris, oh God đ„ș
username3 i can't believe he decided on adopting ollie, they are so cute!
âȘusername4 i mean, it was a long time coming. he has always been olivia's dad âȘusername5 now we get to see daddy lando content, i'm so ready
maxfewtrell Proud of you, mate! Now I can officially be Ollie's favourite uncle since you're stepping down from this position
âȘlandonorris You can take it, mate †love you
martingarrix So cute! Congratulations to you and to Y/N. You have the prettiest family
âȘlandonorris I love you, mate †âȘyourusername Thank you so much, Marty!
username6 Can we please have one more kid soon? đ„ș
âȘusername7 ughhhh i would KILL for a baby norris âȘusername8 just imagine ollie as a big sister, so cute! liked by the author
maxverstappen1 Congratulations, mate! She's the cutest, and you're gonna love it
georgerussell63 Daddy Norris! Well done â€
lewishamilton Sending my love to you and Y/N †congratulations!
oscarpiastri Putting more crayons on my backpack to keep little Ollie entertainned †Happy to see your family taking form. Congratulations!
âȘyourusername Love you, Osc! (Ollie says thank you for the crayons) âȘlandonorris Thank you, mate!
carlossainz55 Congrats, CabrĂłn! Love to you, Y/N and Olivia. Proud to see how far you've come since drooling over her in your rookie year
âȘusername9 they really love each other for the longest time đ
charles_leclerc Sending love to you three! Hoping to meet you soon in Monaco so Ollie can play with Leo
âȘ alexandrasaintmleux please †it will be the cutest âȘyourusername Play date soon! â€
yourusername
yourusername my favourite boy became a daddy today, so we threw him a party with cake and everything †i love you so much, super dad
tagged: landonorris
landonorris I love you more, love of my life and mother of my children
âȘusername1 CHILDREN? AS IN PLURAL? âȘusername2 Mr Lando Norris, do you have something to tell us? âȘusername3 guys, if y/n is pregnant i'm going to be the happiest person alive
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f1gossip Baby Norris on the way! Y/N L/N is already in Australia for the race and was seen walking around Melbourne with a big belly. Recently, Lando adopted her first born, Olivia, and raised rumours about them expecting a second child. Looks like the fans were right
username1 WE ARE SO READY FOR THIS
username2 oh my god, i can't believe we finally to have a little baby for lando and y/n
âȘusername3 for real đ it feels like it was just yesterday since we were hoping they would eventually get together
username4 he's going to be the prettiest dad
username5 Lando's already a simp for Y/N, now pregnant Y/N will be his muse
âȘusername6 YES! †this boy will worship her like she deserves it
yourusername
yourusername Unfortunately, I cannot fit into my old clothes anymore, so I guess there's no more hidding this big monster I've been growing in my belly
tagged: landonorris
landonorris THE PRETTIEST BABY MOMMA
landonorris Look at my girllll ooof đ„”
âȘyourusername I love you, muppet
username1 THEY REALLY ARE EXPECTING A BABY đ
âȘusername2 we got a double daddy lando in a year, this is so cute đ„ș âȘusername3 I'm so proud to see how far they've come
maxfewtrell This is the best news! Can't wait to meet my goddaughter
âȘusername4 MAX IS GOING TO BE THE GODFATHER đ âȘusername5 a cicle is complete †i'm super proud
lilyzneimer Congratulations, you beautiful! I can't wait to see one more mini you around the garage
âȘyourusername Love you, Lils â€
oscarpiastri Oh God, they are reproducing. Lord have mercy... Congrats, btw!
âȘlandonorris i'll be training my kid to terrorize your life âȘyourusername boys...
flonorris1 Auntie loves her baby bunny already †love you all
âȘlandonorris Love you sissy â€
zakbrown Future McLaren driver in the oven 𧥠Congratulations to you both!
carlossainz55 Can I already start my campain as favourite uncle?
charles_leclerc The cutest! Congratulations, you guys!
alex_albon Sending you lots of love from me and Lily â€
yourmother One more for the batch †I love you
âȘyourusername I love you, mommy â€
maxverstappen1 I knew you were hidding something! Congrats, anyway â€
lewishamilton Congratulations to your beautiful family †It will be lovely to see another tiny Y/N around the paddock
georgerussel63 Carmen and I are literally screaming out of cuteness †Congratulations!
landonorris
landonorris Welcome to the world, Emma Norris
tagged: yourusername
yourusername My heart â€
username1 She looks so much like Lando!!!
âȘusername2 the spitting image!
âȘusername3 Olivia is just like Y/N and Emma is just like Lando
username4 We already have a picture of Lan sleeping with baby Em â€
âȘusername5 He truly blessed us this time
yourmother She's beautiful! Congratulations, my loves â€
âȘlandonorris We love you, Mrs L/N
oscaspiastri The cutest †sending love to you both
carlossainz55 She has your nose, cabrĂłn. Can't wait to meet her
maxfewtrell Look at my beautiful goddaughter †I love you, brother
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never again | cs55
pairing: carlos sainz x norris!reader
scenario: dealing with the aftermath of your break up you come to the conclusion that some things just aren't meant to be
warning(s): fluff (we love big bro lando), a whole lot of angst, age gap (reader is 20, carlos is 30)
a/n: okay so I was asked to do a part 2 of this drabble by @ernegren. the public asked, i delivered
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The white noise inside your head was enough to muffle the world around you, sounding like you were submerged under water. There was something on the TV but what it was you couldn't be sure of, only the fact that is something Lando had chosen. The coffee in your hands had gone cold by now as the only thing in your mind was the last time you saw Carlos on loop.
You felt like an idiot really. Part of you had known that things with Carlos were too good to be true. He had been attentive, caring, always leading his ear when you needed to have a rant about something that had annoyed you to no end. For once you believed you had something pure and beautiful with him, however, everything the two of you had built had begun to fracture and crumble when Lando had told the very things that caused your doubt to spring to the surface.
You didn't know where he had heard it, and, to be fair, you didn't care. Just that one sentence had invaded your thoughts for a week since then. I heard Carlos was in a bet, he had said, rumour is that it involved dating you.
Your heart broke at that moment. It still does when you think about it, but you didn't want to believe him. You brushed your brother to the side and chose the man suspected to only be with you for six months because of a bet. Oh, how stupid you felt now, legs tucked underneath you on his couch with a mug of cold coffee in your hands. You had grovelled and apologised profusely for not believing him, but Lando just ignored your consistent string of apologies and brought you into his apartment.
Lando glanced over at you as the credits rolled. He sighed as he saw the far-off look in your eye, biting the inside of your cheek as your fingers tightened around the mug. âYou gonna drink that?â
âHuh?â You blinked before finding Lando's concerned gaze on you. You hated that look. He always gave you the same look whenever something didn't plan out as you had hoped.
âI said âyou gonna drink that'?â Lando leant forward to grab his own coffee mug from the table. âI'd imagine it's stone cold by now.â
You sat back against the cushions, taking a sip of your coffee as you did before grimacing at the coldness. Lando shook his head before taking the mug from your hands and disappearing into the kitchen. You tipped your head back against and stared up at the ceiling while listening to Lando move about the kitchen with ease. But even focusing on something as simple as breathing couldn't erase the emotional pain.
It was three days after Lando had told you about the alleged bet that the insecurities began to run rampant. The second guessing, the fear of not being enough. You had confronted Carlos about the allegation the day before you walked out, but he had insisted it was just people stirring the pot and trying to cause drama. You should've left then, should've walked out days before and never looked back, but you didn't. Instead, you chose to stick around and now with a confession from the man you loved, you were struggling.
Your phone buzzed on the coffee table, drawing your attention back to the present. You had your suspicions who it was from, but you couldn't bring yourself to find out if you were right. Another buzz, another text. Why couldn't he just take a hint already?
âIs that him?â Lando returned with two steaming mugs of coffee and placed them on the coffee table. âI swear to God-â
âLando, just leave it,â you sighed as you shifted your position to get more comfortable. âNothing you do or say can change the fact I was nothing but a bet.â
Lando scooted closer to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. You lean against him, your body exhausted from the emotional toll of the last few days. You couldn't ask your brother to stop talking with Carlos. It wouldn't be fair as the two were still rather close despite everything. He kissed your temple as the two of you settled on the couch.
âYou know, Oscar's got a thing for you.â
âLando!â
âĄââĄ
Mexico was warm. Warmer than what you remember from the last time you visited the country, but Mexico City was one of your favourite cities in the world. Mexican culture was something you could fully embrace from the vibrant colours that adorned the city to the rich food and spices. You loved everything about it.
You stood off to the side while Lando was wrapped up in the media circus of the weekend. Your eyes followed his every move while you waited for the perfect moment for the two of you to slip back in the McLaren hospitality suite, safely tucked away from the media for a short while before Lando was needed again.
He had given you the option of staying in his driver's room so you could avoid crossing paths with Carlos. However, it wouldn't do you any good staying locked away on your own. The media had already caught wind of your break up with Carlos, and you being absent in the paddock after seeing you arrive with your brother would only add fuel to their fire.
Lando glanced in your direction and gave you a reassuring smile, which prompted you to shoot one right back at him. But that piece didn't last for much longer.
ây/n?â
You breathed sharply as your body tensed. You knew it was possible, running into him, but you didn't expect it so soon.
You turned your head to face him, catching his gaze in the light of the warm Mexican sun. He had barely changed, still looked as irresistible as ever, though the dark circles under his eyes told a story of lack of sleep. Part of you felt a twisted sense of satisfaction that he was losing sleep but the other part was concerned; he couldn't afford to lose sleep driving at over 300 kilometres per hour, it's dangerous for him and the other drivers.
The air was thick between you. You didn't know what you were supposed to do. What does one do or say around the man who had ripped out your heart and trampled all over it?
âCarlos,â you sighed. You brushed some hair back behind your ear as you turned your gaze back to Lando. âWhat do you want?â
Carlos winced at your tone, but then again, he didn't expect anything less. Not after how things ended with you packing your bag and walking out without looking back. âHow are you?â
âHow do you think I am?â You snapped before whipping around to face him. âHow do you think I'm doing after finding out I was a bet amongst friends?â
âI'm sorry, okay, I never meant for things to get that far. I never meant for you to fall in love. Hell, I never meant to care about you as much as I did, as much as I still do.â Carlos ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots in visible distress. âCan we at least talk?â
You let out a bitter laugh at the audacity. âWhat is there to talk about? You lied, and you lied, and you lied for months, and even when I brought it to your attention, you still had the nerve to tell me it's just people stirring shit up.â You shook your head at the absurdity of it all, wanting more of your time as if he hadn't wasted enough.
âPlease, y/n, let's just-â
âNo, we're not going to âjustâ anything.â Your eyes were ablaze as you stared into him as if you were staring into his soul. âI was such a fucking idiot for believing in you, for believing what we had was real.â
âIt was real, and I was an idiot. I never should've taken the bet.â Carlos inched forward, his hand hovering beside your face as if waiting for you to pull back. When you didn't move, he cupped your face, his thumb caressing your skin with the same tenderness he always had. âBut the more time I spent with you, the more I got to know you, it became harder and harder to tell you and I'm so sorry, amour, I never meant for you to get hurt.â
For a moment, you allowed yourself to fall back into him. You leaned into his touch, savouring the way his skin felt against yours, adoring the way you felt safe again, even for just a brief moment. You always did feel safe around him, even before you got together. He just had the safety aura about him like nothing could harm you when he was around. Oh, if only you knew how it would all come crashing down on a moment's notice.
You swallowed as you glanced up, your eyes glittering with unshed tears, and it was like a punch to his gut all over again. âDid you ever love me?â
âOf course I did, amour,â his tone almost pleading with you as he moved his free hand to cradle the other side of your face and rested his forehead against yours. âI fell in love with how you loved to watch the sunrise every morning, I fell in love with the way your hand fits perfectly in mine; I fell in love with you a little bit more everyday.â
You closed your eyes as you lent further into his touch. His words did ease a small amount of pain in your heart, but it wasn't enough. The damage had already been done, and you didn't know if that could be repaired.
âThat's the problem,â you whispered, your eyes opening again and glistening with unshed tears. âYou've lied so many times, I don't even know if you're telling the truth. I've been cheated on in the past, and that hurt, but that's nothing compared to this.â
âCariño, please, don't do this,â Carlos begged as tears of his own began to build. âI'll do whatever it takes, name it, and I'll do it, but please don't walk away.â
âYou can make up for it by not making the same mistake with the next girl.â You gently pulled his hands away from your face and held them tightly in your own. You still loved him, of course you did, but you couldn't allow yourself to make the same mistake again. âIf you're really sorry for what happened, promise me that the next girl you meet that you'll treat her with the respect and dignity she deserves.â
Carlos let the tear fall as he drew a shaky breath. You reached up and brushed it away with the pad of your thumb, your heart crushed by the weight of everything. He knew in that very moment he had lost you for good. He had messed up beyond belief, and now he was suffering the consequences of his careless actions.
He held your hand against his cheek and kissed your palm as another tear threatened to fall. âPromise me you'll take care of yourself, okay?â
You nodded as you tried to keep in your emotions. âI promise,â you said with a weak smile. You reached up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips to his cheek, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. âGoodbye, Carlos.â
You pulled away from him entirely and turned on your heel as you moved on. The heartache had crushed you, a pain you had never thought you'd experience at the hands of Carlos, but sometimes things don't plan out the way people hoped, and this was one of those things.
Lando was stood by the media pen, having wrapped up the interviews not too long ago. He didn't say anything. He didn't need to as he could see the conflicting emotions in your eyes. He just silently pulled you into his arms and tucked your head under his chin.
You'd be okay, you know you would. This was just a hard lesson learnt.
#carlos sainz x y/n#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz imagine#carlos sainz#f1 x y/n#f1 x you#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1
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Please write something with drivers praising female f1 driver during March because itâs womens history month. Anytime something bad happens to her on the grid sheâs like someone hitting her car âhow could they during womens history month đđ§â
INTERNATIONAL WOMENâS DAY
pairings: daniel ricciardo x driver!reader / lewis hamilton x driver!reader / sebastian vettel x driver!reader / small lando cameo
warnings: none?
authorâs note: I know itâs not the entire month, but I saw lewisâ post for Stephanie and I couldnât shake the thought of him making a special post for our gen z driver đ„ș I hope you like it, my darling!
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âHave you seen Danielâs new post on Insta?â Her performance coach asked her, scrolling through his own phone while they took a break.
Y/N shook her head, not having been on the social media app that day. âNo, why?â
âHe talks about you.â He grinned, handing his phone over to her with the post ready on the screen.
Daniel had updated his Instagram with a clip of an interview he had done, where heâs asked about which women in his life inspire him.
He starts off by speaking about his grandmothers and their move from Italy to Australia. Daniel also mentions his mother and the support she has given him.
âFrom an athletic point of view, thereâs 2 people that come to mind. My, uh, former colleague and friend, Y/N Y/L,â he laughed, âher entire story on how she came into Formula 1 is very inspiring and she has brought a lot of positive change into the sport,â
âBut sheâs also a great person and she always has something incredible to say,â Daniel teased his younger friend, âso, yeah, Y/N is definitely an inspiration to me.â
The woman had a soft smile on her face throughout watching the entire video, touched by Danielâs words.
She gave her coachâs phone back and grabbed her own from her bag, deciding to leave a comment under Danielâs post.
YourUsername I didnât even have to force you to say this đ thank you, Dan! đ
A mere hours later, she had seen multiple notifications of people tagging her in a post Lewis had made. She opened the app again and saw an entire post dedicated to her made by the World Champion himself.
lewishamilton Beside Stephanie, I also want to highlight the journey of @/yourusername. Iâve been privileged to watch her make history as the first female driver to stand on a F1 podium, to grab pole position and to win a Grand Prix. Y/N, thank you for all the work you do and continue to do. You use your platform well and I canât thank you enough for standing by me in the causes that I feel passionate about. Iâm excited to continue to follow your journey. Happy #InternationalWomensDay to you, thank you Y/N.
Y/N felt emotional reading Lewisâs message. She had idolized the driver ever since she was a little girl and to have him appreciate and acknowledge her hard work means the world to her.
YourUsername thank you so much, Lewis! đ€ not you making me cry on international womenâs day đ this should be illegal
â lewishamilton â€ïž
The official F1 Instagram account had also made a post dedicated to the female driver which had been reposted by several drivers on their Instagram stories like George, Carlos, Valtteri, Esteban and even Lando.
The McLaren driver had called her âmy goat đâ in his caption, something that had made her chuckle.
The best message she had gotten for the special day, came from none other than Sebastian Vettel.
It was a shock to her when the German send her a text message as she hadnât heard from him in a while, she figured he wanted the time for himself and his loved ones.
SEB VETTEL
Happy International Womenâs Day, Y/N! Congratulations on P2 in Bahrain, a great start to the season. I hope youâre doing well and that you had a good winter break!
Today I was reminded of the amazing journey youâve had since your karting days. I am honored that I have been able to watch you grow as a woman from so close. Iâm very proud of you and Iâll keep supporting you, even if Iâm not there as much anymore.
I hope you have a great day and I wish you the very best!
Big kiss! X
She send him a message back, thanking him for his beautiful words and asking him how heâs been doing. They send a few texts back and forth, updating each other on their lives.
Y/N also decided to pay a tribute on social media, posting several pictures of herself with the caption:
YourUsername happy international womenâs day to myself, cause Iâm the best woman I know â€ïžâđ„
#f1 fic#f1 fics#f1 x reader#formula 1 fic#f1 x oc#lewis hamilton x reader#daniel ricciardo x reader#sebastian vettel x reader
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The Alchemy
Lando Norris x fem!reader
Two idiots.
THE 2020 SEASON
WINTER BREAK London, England, 2020Â
Formula 1 might be on a break, but university isnât. Iâve been studying non stop and working all my free time to get extra credit so Iâd be able to graduate early, right at the end of spring so Iâd have the rest of the year more chilled out.Â
But being a 21 year old college student, living alone at an apartment at a college campus meant trouble, obviously, and thatâs how after long hours of studying at the library, instead of being in my bed catching up on some sleep, I was at a frat house party.Â
The music was blaring and I was nursing my third drink of night, but in all honesty completely tired now that the alcohol had relaxed me.Â
I was sitting on the couch, watching my friends dance around me. I grab my phone to get some pictures of them when I notice a new notification.Â
Lando: what are u up to on a Friday night as a college student?Â
Lando and I have been texting non stop since the end of the 2019 season, our friendship solidified. We even hung out a couple of times in between Christmas and new years. And now he has been bugging me that Iâve been working and studying too much.Â
Me: Iâm at a frat house partyÂ
He instantly replied back.Â
Lando: YOURE WHERE DOING WHATÂ
Me: Iâm at a frat house partyÂ
I smirk to myself as I texted back the same question then before.Â
Lando: no way, youâre messing with meÂ
I open the camera of my phone, scratching my arm out as I smile hazily before snapping a picture and sending it to him.Â
Lando: OMG ARE U DRUNK????Â
Me: yessssÂ
I expected him to make fun of me, but his answer caught me a bit of guard.Â
Lando: are u alone?Â
Lando: whoâs with u?Â
Me: my friends are around here somewhereÂ
There a few minutes of silence from his since and I wonder if our conversation is over. He probably fell asleep.Â
My phone buzzes again.Â
Lando: how are u going home?Â
Me: Iâll walk back to my apartment, why?Â
Heâs typing and typing and typing. I bite my lip anxiously, wondering what heâs going to say. Is he going to ask me to let him pick me up? Like in those romance books where the guy picks up the girl from a party when sheâs drunk?Â
Lando: okÂ
My face falls momentarily.Â
Lando: Iâm not in London Â
Lando: be careful and text me when you get home safeÂ
I smile, so he was considering picking me up.Â
Melbourne, Australia, 2020Â
The world was insane, and I was going insane with it. I was higenyzing my hand every time I touched something. I was in an alert state of the coronavirus.Â
âThey should have canceled the race.â I say, taking a seat with Lando, Carlos and Caco at the McLaren hospitality. âThey are saying there are employees who got infected.â
I squeeze hand sanitizer on my hand, rubbing it.Â
âYouâre talking about as if itâs some kind of zombie apocalypse.â Lando chuckles, draping his arm casually over the back of my chair âRelax, they wouldnât keep up the race if it wasnât safe.âÂ
Carlos nods âLando is right.âÂ
I scoff with a tense smile âOh, but they would. FIA doesnât care about it, they care about the money. They always have and always will.âÂ
The boys are silent for a moment before Caco nods his head.Â
âHamilton and Vettel said something similar during the press conference.â He says âAnd theyâve been around the same amount of time you have.âÂ
My phone rings and itâs Sophie calling. I quickly brings it to my ear, listening to what she has to say. My frown only deepens when she says two McLaren employees tested positive for covid and that there are more people around the paddock with symptoms as well.Â
I hang up the phone.Â
âThe teams principals are gathering together to get FIA to cancel the race.â I tell them, watching as both driversâ faces fall in disappointment âTwo McLaren employees tested positive and there are other people around the paddock who are feeling ill as well.â
We gather our things and start to make our way to the McLaren garage, probably the news will get there first if the race is canceled.Â
I hang back on the group and Lando slows his steps to walk beside me.Â
âCanât believe we just got back and weâre already going to leave and be without racing.â He groans, a whine voice a bit high pitched.
âItâs better for it to be canceled and you getting the chance to race again when itâs safer, then getting sick and ending up in the hospital.âÂ
He sighs, shoulders slumping slightly.Â
âYouâre right. I was just excited to give my all at this new season.âÂ
I smile âI know, and you will soon.âÂ
He smiles back at me, nudging me with his shoulder.Â
âSo, are you gonna be able to graduate this spring?âÂ
âI am! I mean, Iâve been doing everything possible for it to happen and I think it will.âÂ
Lando smiles and for a brief moment his fingers brush against mine in a sweet gesture.Â
âThatâs great. Iâll make sure to be there cheering for you at your graduation.âÂ
And my heart flutters at his words.Â
PANDEMICÂ London, England, 2020Â
âDid I do it right? Are you listening to me?â I ask into the microphone I bought.Â
Landoâs face show up on the screen of my computer, grinning widely.Â
âHiiii! Yes, you did. Now turn on your camera so I can see your face.âÂ
âHow do I do it?â I ask, completely lost as I had never used the app discord before. âOh, never mind, found it.âÂ
âLook at you!â Lando beamed âAre those bunny ears on your hoodie?â I chuckle as I put on the hoodie over my head so he can see the bunny ears âYou look adorable! Doesnât she look adorable, chat?âÂ
I tilt my head to the side, confused.
âChat? What chat? Itâs just the two of us here.âÂ
Lando laughed âIâm streaming, muppet.âÂ
âYouâre what?!â I screech âLando! Why didnât you tell me weâd be live? Iâm in my pijamas!âÂ
He laughs again âYou still look adorable and the chat agrees with me.â
I huff, flustered at his words and at the fact that Iâm live for god knows how many people while Iâm wearing my bunny pajamas. If people didnât take me serious before, they never will now.Â
âNow, hereâs what weâre going to do.â He claps his hand, a mischievous smile on his face âYouâre going to play LOL with me.âÂ
âLOL? But I only know how to play the sims.âÂ
âYes, youâre going to play LOL. I think itâs the easiest for now.âÂ
As I download the game and start to follow the tutorial, all while sharing my screen with Lando and him judging me at how I can manage to keep dying on the tutorial, I wonder how in the holy hell he managed to convince me to play online with him.Â
Finally, after an eternity, I finish the tutorial and I start to play with him. Lando keeps instructing me because I donât even know what buttons to press on my keyboard and he keeps screaming that Iâm not running fast enough.Â
âOh my God!â I scream âI died! I died!âÂ
Lando laughs delighted.Â
âMy screen is black and white! Why is my screen black and white? Is my computer broken? LANDO!âÂ
That only makes him laugh harder, that infectious laugh of him as I keep yelling questions of what I should do next.Â
My dad opens the door to my bedroom, peeking his head inside, looking concerned as he calls out my name.Â
âAre you ok, sweetheart?â He asks, walking further into the room âI can hear you screaming from the living room.â
âYeah, sorry dad. Iâm playing online with Lando and I died.âÂ
My father chuckles, bending down slightly to look at my screen. He smiles at Lando while waving.Â
âHello, Lando. Have you been taking care of yourself while quarantining?âÂ
Lando smiles back as he nods âYes, I have. Your daughter also texts me everyday reminding me what I can and canât do. Itâs like she thinks I will die because Iâm living on my own.âÂ
My dad looks amused at me, but he knows Iâm right and Lando would have probably set his house or fire by now if I havenât been instructing him properly on certain things.Â
My dad pats my head as he stands up straight again âI will leave you kids to it. Take care, Lando.âÂ
âThank you, Jenson! You too!â Lando smiles. âNow, where were we?âÂ
Later that night, after four hours of online gaming with Lando, I lied in bed scrolling through my social medias. I couldnât help to read the comments people were making about our live stream together.Â
Jenson Button worried about Lando I CANT
OMG y/n checking up on Lando daily to make sure he survivesÂ
So am I the only one who thinks thereâs something there?Â
She canât suck on her dads fame anymore bc heâs retired so now sheâs going after NorrisÂ
I sigh, closing Twitter and putting my phone on the bedside table. People are mean.Â
Spielberg, Austria, 2020Â
July and weâre back at Formula 1. The season is being cut short, there wonât be fans attending, but weâre back at racing.Â
I finished my finals a week ago, just in time to go back to traveling. My dad gave an hour-long lecture about safety and health before finally letting me board the plane.Â
I havenât seen Lando and Carlos yet, but I have met uncle Seb who is pissed off at Ferrari for firing him over the phone. I could tell for the way he was talking about meetings and stuff he has to do that heâs plotting something and I couldnât help but smirk at whatever hell fire he will bring down on Mattia Binotto.Â
I enter the McLaren garage and I smile underneath my mask as I see Lando talking to his engineer. He turns his head when he hears my footsteps.Â
He basically bonces on his feet until he meets me halfway.Â
âHi!â He says loudly âItâs so good to finally see you in person again!â His eyes are wide âCan I hug you? I want to hug you. I know I probably shouldnât, but I want to. I havenât touched anyone in months and andâŠâÂ
I cut him off with a laugh as I wrap my arms around his middle, resting my head on his chest. Lando brings his arms around me, squeezing me onto his body.Â
âHi, Lando. I missed your energetic aura.âÂ
I feel his grin against my shoulder, even with half his face covered in a mask.Â
âI missed you.â He says back.Â
He detangles himself from he hug, but keep his hands on my shoulders. He analyzes my face.Â
âYou really do look good with bangs.âÂ
I chuckle, running my hands over the bangs I cut on my hair after a moment of reflection and desperation when I couldnât leave the house.Â
âThank you. It was a moment of⊠insanity, but at least it looks good.âÂ
He laughs âOh I know. You texted me like fifteen times saying you did something horrible and it was just bangs.âÂ
I shake my head âHey, to be fair you called me at two in the morning to ask me how to kill a wasp and I had to wake up my dad to ask him.âÂ
Lando's eyes widened in mock sadness.Â
âHey, your dad loves me! Iâm sure he was very very delighted to be woken up in the middle of the night to give out instructions on how to kill a wasp.âÂ
I snort out a laugh.Â
Later that weekend, after the race was finished, I watched as Lando parked his car in p3. It was the first podium of his Formula 1 career. He had been screaming on the radio during the last five laps and I was grinning like an idiot behind my mask.Â
He got out of the car, helmet still on as he ran to the team, letting them hug him and clap his back. The whole McLaren garage was in a frenzy of celebration.Â
Iâm waiting for him by the parc fermĂ©, to guide him to the podium and then to the press conference room where they interview the winner, second and third place of the race.Â
Lando takes off his helmet and balaclava and I see his whole face for the first time this year. He has a huge smile on his face as he runs to where I am.Â
âMy first podium!â He yellsÂ
I smile âCongratulations, Lando. It was beautiful to watch.âÂ
He wraps his arms around me, jumping around and making me jump with him as I laugh.Â
âMy first podium! Oh fuck! Iâm gonna get a trophy!âÂ
I giggle, letting him jump around with me âYes, you are, Lando, youâre getting a trophy!âÂ
He then stop jumping and just gazed into my eyes, the smile never dropping out of his face.Â
âFuck, Iâm so glad youâre the one here and not Sophie.âÂ
My heart leaps on my chest.Â
âIâm glad Iâm here, too.âÂ
Silverstone, England, 2020Â
It was the Silverstone Grand Prix weekend, there were going to be two weekends of races here. My dad had decided to come along since this is his home race and he wants to relive some of the memories.Â
I walk inside the McLaren hospitality with my dad who is babbling about my graduation to one of the mechanics that have been working here since his driving days.Â
I hear someone yell my name and I know that voice very well. I turn around and there is Lando, no mask on his face, grinning widely.Â
âHey.â I smile back, walking to where heâs sittingÂ
He stands up fast and lifts his hands up, holding a beautiful bouquet of pink flowers.Â
I gasp in surprise.Â
âI couldnât go to your graduation because the attendance was limited, but I couldnât let it pass by.â He hands me the flowers before enveloping me in a hug âCongratulations, love. Iâm very proud of you.âÂ
For some reason his words and sweet gestures make tears gather in my eyes. Itâs probably because I was expecting my graduation to be a big even, full of people who I love and cherish and that didnât happen because of the pandemic.Â
âThank you, Lan. This means a lot to me.âÂ
He squeezes me before letting me go. He wipes some of the tears that leaked out to my eyes.Â
âI know this is a special moment and you wanted it to be a big celebration. Weâll go out to celebrate once things get better, alright? My treat.âÂ
I smile, hugging the flowers to my chest.Â
âYouâre the best, Lan.âÂ
He winked at me.Â
âOnly the best for my best girl.âÂ
My dad stood to the side, watching the scene with a smile on his face. I didnât know that now, but he took pictures of all of that happening.Â
Krasnodar Krai, Russia, 2020Â
Carlos broke the news to the team two weeks ago during our weekly zoom calls. Lando had shut himself out the moment his best friend on the grid said heâs leaving McLaren to go to Ferrari.Â
He hasnât been answering my texts or sending me TikToks. He even declined my calls and I was growing not only worried, but annoyed as well.Â
I knock on his hotel door late at night. My flight had landed an hour ago, I got to the hotel, showered and now here I am knocking on his door.Â
Lando opens the door, his curly hair disheveled and heâs only in sweatpants.Â
âYouâre not room service.â He saysÂ
I glare at him.Â
âYouâve been ignoring me.â I accuse him, hands on my waist.Â
âI uh⊠Iâve been busyâŠâ he stretches the back of his neck âa lot of work.âÂ
âWe work together, I know you havenât been busy.â I glare even harder now âStop lying to me.âÂ
He stepped to the side and let me inside his room. I walk past him, going to the middle of the room as I stand there with my arms crossed. Lando sits on the bed and looks at me.Â
âWhatâs going on with you?â I askÂ
âThereâs nothing wrong with me.â He answered too quickly.Â
âLando⊠youâve been ignoring me ever since Carlos told us that heâs leaving for Ferrari.âÂ
He grows quiet and looks away from me.Â
I sigh. âLando, just because heâs switching teams it does not mean he wonât be your friend anymore. It will be a bit different because you wonât be together all the time like the past two years, but heâs not gonna forget about you.âÂ
He nods. âI know. Carlos already told me all that.âÂ
âThen why have you been ignoring me?â I ask confused. I thought he was isolating because he was sad that Carlos is leaving, but if heâs already on good terms with it, than whatâs wrong.Â
âBecause Iâm preparing myself from when you leave me as well.â Lando says, he doesnât look at me, his eyes trained on the carpet floor.Â
âWha- What?â I ask completely dumbfounded âWhat do you mean when I leave you as well?âÂ
He runs a hand through his hair âYouâre an intern at the communication department and- and you just graduated from uni. I know you will leave me at the end of the year as well. Youâll move on to much bigger and better things. Iâm just⊠trying to soften the blow of being without you.âÂ
Thereâs a moment of silence as I process his words. He still wonât look at me and Iâm too stunned to speak anything. Heâs sad because he doesnât want to be without me.Â
Finally, I snap out of it.Â
âOh Lando.â I whisper softly, kneeling in front of him and peering up at him. âLando, no.âÂ
He shakes his head âI know, ok? Iâm not dumbâŠâÂ
I cup his face in my hands to get him to stop talking. He looks at me in surprise and I can see the broken look in his eyes.Â
âIâm not going anywhere.âÂ
âPlease, donât lie to me.â He whispered brokenly âJust rip the bandaid already.âÂ
âIâm not lying.â I say, catching a stray tear from his eye with my thumb and wiping it away. âMcLaren hired me to be their junior PR manager. You would have known that if you havenât been declining my calls, you muppet.âÂ
He widens his eyes.Â
âYouâre not leaving?âÂ
I shake my head âNo. Youâre stuck with me.âÂ
Lando breaths out a laugh, resting his forehead against mine as he closes his eyes.Â
âOh, thank god. Iâm not ready to say goodbye.âÂ
I smile, enjoying our close proximity.Â
âYou donât have to say goodbye. Iâm not going anywhere.âÂ
âGood⊠good.â He mumbled. âI donât want you to leave my side.âÂ
We stay like that for a few moments longer, before he helps me stand up from the floor. Lando pats the bed and I soon join him. We lay on opposite sides, he covers us up and we stay in silence, enjoining each other's company as we fall asleep. Right now we donât need to say anything, everything is understood in the comfortable silence that hugs us.Â
Abu Dhabi, Saudi Arabia, 2020
It was yet once again the last race of the season.Â
Lando had a great finish in p5, and although he had a happy smile on his face we took team pictures and toasted, I could see he was sad. This was Carlos's last race as Landoâs teammate. And I could see Carlos was a bit sad as well.Â
The team principals had gathered together and rented out a club in the city so the party would be just the Formula 1 team and drivers. We had been traveling together all year in the middle of the chaos of the pandemic, so we were all kind of in the same boat, if someone was sick, the odds of everyone else also being sick were extremely high.Â
I watched from a far as Lewis celebrated his seventh championship. I chuckled as he, Valtteri and Toto started a shot competition between the three of them. Sebastian was chanting chug chug chug and waving his hands around.Â
I feel the familiar presence of Lando standing beside me as he nurses his drink.Â
âHow was your second year as a Formula 1 employee?â He asks me.Â
I smile against the rim of my glass. Just one year ago he had asked me the same question, at the rooftop of the VIP lounge at the paddock, hours before the last race of the season began.Â
âIt was weird. My last year as an intern, next year I will have to reinvent myself to be on top of my game.â
âYouâre already on the top of your game.â He nudges my shoulder with his arm.Â
âYeah, but I still havenât proved myself here.â I point out.Â
Lando frowns, turning his body around to look at me. Iâm leaning against the wall and now heâs looming over me.Â
âHave you been getting hate online?âÂ
I give him a weak smile.Â
âLetâs not talk about this right now. Tonight is about celebrating.â
Heâs still frowning and opens his mouth to protest when I cut him off.Â
âHow was your second year as Formula 1 driver?â
He chuckles, probably recalling the same memory from last year. He rests his forearm on the wall right beside my head.Â
âIt was good and weird. I got my first podium ever. I also lost my first teammateâŠâ Lando smiles a bit. âAnd I got you to be here with me one more year.â
I smile, raising my glass.Â
âHereâs to another year of Norris and Button traveling around the world together.â
Lando grins, clinking his glass against mine.Â
âTogether.â He repeats.Â
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