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Hi I don't know if you take requests but I'm genuinely so thirsty for a c²/oscar fic doesn't matter if it's nsfw I really just need one 😭😭😭🙏
I’ve actually written a Charles/Carlos/Oscar threesome already which you can find on my AO3 which is linked on my profile (shameless self promo) I’m just too lazy to link it here lmao.
But here’s a small thing set after the Jeddah gp.
“You really can’t help yourself, can you?”
Charles had the audacity to look scandalised as he pulled away from Oscar, his gaze zeroing in on Carlos who was standing smugly behind them.
“He wants it,” Charles said with a scoff as he pulled Oscar closer by his waist, the younger man being manhandled easily as he managed to catch his own hands into the front of Charles’ shirt.
“I’m sure he does,” Carlos muttered which had Oscar turning briefly to offer him his best scowl before turning back to Charles with a soppy look of need.
“I’ll give you whatever you want, mon chéri,” Charles said, a smirk flashing across his face as he let his hands drift down to grope at Oscar’s ass.
Oscar gasped quietly, burying his head in Charles’ neck- suckling at the skin there to keep himself occupied.
“It’s a little pathetic,” Carlos spoke, stepping a little closer. Oscar just whined this time- no look of distain or disapproval on his face.
“That he won the race and yet here he is begging to be used,” Carlos continued, taking a further step forward. Oscar whimpered again, hands clutching even tighter in the front of Charles’ red Ferrari polo.
Sometimes, Carlos couldn’t even look at Charles in his team kit without feeling a sudden surge of…something. It wasn’t exactly jealousy, just sadness maybe- thinking about what could’ve been. How four years of being teammates with a man he’d spent so much intimate time with was ending so suddenly.
“I must thank your trainer for this,” Carlos said before crowding up behind Oscar and grabbing a fistful of his ass. Oscar lunched forward into Charles, gasping loudly.
“Come on,” Oscar whined, his body shaking as he tilted his head up to look at Charles- eyes wide and pleading.
“This what you want?” Charles asked as he slipped his hand underneath Oscar’s clothes, his finger dipped between Oscar’s cheeks. Oscar nodded violently- cheeks flushed and cock straining in his underwear.
Carlos pushed himself a little closer, trying to block them off a little more from the outside world.
Because that was the thing- they were still in the paddock, hidden between two large buildings. They were lucky that it was night time.
“Why are you wet?” Charles asked, pushing his finger into Oscar. He knew the answer, he just wanted to hear Oscar say it.
Oscar bit his bottom lip, cheeks still flushed a beautiful shade of pink as he blinked up at Charles.
“Fingered myself after the podium,” He whispered as Carlos leaned in towards his neck, licking a strip up behind his ear.
“Good boy,” Carlos said, his hands planting onto Oscar’s hips as Charles continued to work his finger inside Oscar’s hole.
Oscar let out a breathless moan, leaning back into Carlos’ chest. Charles protested this as he slipped another finger inside.
“When you two are done defacing my teammate, I need him for a debrief,”
Oscar’s eyes widened in disbelief at the voice- hiding his face in Charles’ chest. Carlos and Charles both looked stunned, bodies frozen in place.
“Lando- we-“
“Don’t bother, I have eyes, mate. I can see what you’re up to. Just get Oscar to me ASAP, yeah?” Lando said and before anyone could explain themselves any further, he was gone.
“I gotta-“
“Hold on cariño, you’re not going anywhere until we’re done with you,” Carlos said, hands starting to pull Oscar’s pants and underwear down.
“But Lando said-“
“Does Lando decide what you can and can’t do?” Charles asked, fingers still buried inside Oscar- he shifted them slightly to make a point, Oscar’s face scrunching up at the stimulation.
“No…”
“Then be a good boy and bend over,”
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unfortunately i feel like the whole “heart-eyes piastri” thing’s been … rampant enough for it to have Reached him (or reach him eventually) and im just curious if you think it’s something that he would step away from (or if he even could ?? since it genuinely seems so involuntary to me personally) once he’s like. exposed.
going on a tangent now but i wonder if the drivers had a part to play in mclaren moving away from their long-from content ? or if it’s like. just something their team Decided
this is a good place to just quickly reiterate this since Lando and Oscar are so much more relaxed and have clearly gone to a new stage in their friendship:
FANS SHOULD NEVER EVER BRING UP RPF OR SHIP RELATED STUFF TO LANDO OR OSCAR ABOUT EACH OTHER. ALSO DO NOT ASK MEDIA OR THE TEAMS TO BRING IT UP TO THEM. IT WILL END VERY BADLY AND UNCOMFORTABLY AND POSSIBLY MAKE THEM WITHDRAW EVEN MORE FROM FANS. THEY DO NOT DO BROMANCEY STUFF AND ARE FAIRLY PRIVATE WITH THEIR DOWNTIME TOGETHER. PLEASE KEEP LANDOSCAR RPF IN FANDOM ONLY*
anyway I fully get what you mean anon and it's part of why I've always wanted to keep the types of 'rpf is real' and 'if it weren't for those pesky gfs these men would be together' ppl awayyyy from landoscar bc Lando and Oscar are not knowingly playing into any PR bromance or engagement with fans - so it's hard when we get this great content bc it's so sweet and there is a genuine fondness and gentleness to them that is so !!! but there also isn't the same kind of like agreement that the bromance guys all have with fans. the group padel pic in Monaco is a great example bc it was well coordinated, a joint instagram effort, all those guys play up the bromance stuff for fans with various drivers - so while it's fully legit friendships and guys bein dudes, it's also expected that fans will freak out and therefore has a side benefit of being great publicity. that's the norm for most drivers tbh!
whereas yea things like Lando and Oscar simply looking at each other in sweet ways and giggling at things we either aren't allowed into or jokes that are only funny to the two of them, and spending downtime together playing padel just the two of them or with another set of drivers or hanging out in hotel rooms or chilling casually at the palace in Bahrain - but not posting about it is a very clear message of while they don't mind that fans know about their time together (there's no crazy secrecy) or that we comment on their dynamic, they have also chosen to not cultivate that PR relationship with us beyond what McLaren and sponsors require. again, not in some crazy secret thing! Oscar isn't crazy secretive about Lily or his family, but he also doesn't encourage or engage with fandom about them beyond very surface mentions.
which is more than fair and there's another anon I'm gonna reply to about how I've always suspected this was a choice of some kind between Lando and Oscar based on strengthening their relationship as teammates as well as friends - even if it wasn't necessarily a spoken agreement.
ANYWAY back to your point about the hearteyes, I will at least say that this has been talked about by fans in public spaces pretty much since the start of his time at McLaren and definitely since the finish the lyrics video. so I'm sure he's already seen it and would've altered his behavior by now if it really bothered him that fans comment on it!
but I definitely agree that in general fandom needs to observe the very obvious boundaries of Oscar being a quiet, private guy who doesn't even like discussing his relationship with his girlfriend in super emotionally revealing terms let alone have fans or the media poke and prod him about the fact that he looks at Lando a certain way. tho I do think he'd wisely sidestep somehow and bring up Carlos or Daniel again. and I absolutely think based on his social media history he's very consciously rerouting fan attention when he does that. esp the fact that he chose to interact more with Lando's merch company when he was a fan and not a fellow driver in the same formula, it's similar to how they talk to fans about landoscar and carlando etc which is kind of a filtration system so that Lando's mentions don't take the brunt of fandom. but that's even more of a reason to respect Oscar's space and not put him in those awkward positions either.
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*and honestly even with guys who are fine with it and encourage it, it's still not advisable bc this sport exists in extremely conservative spaces and these men will only want the gay jokes and bromance bits to go so far.
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Four incredible years at Ferrari 🌶❤ (F1, 2024)
#they posted him with his teammate his tp his team his mum and ...?#they know smth we don't#what is oscar to carlos and what does is have to do with carlos's time at ferrari @ admin !!#carcar#5581#.jpg
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✫ my first oscar smau in honor of the australian gp 🥹
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yn me when the waiter said they don’t offer shirley temples
francolapinto i like shirley temples too…i can make you a shirley temple
⤷ yn i think i’m too young for you
⤷ francolapinto aren’t you 21?
⤷ yn yeah i thought you liked 31 year olds??
⤷ francolapinto OH umm….
⤷ alex_albon Damn she clocked you
⤷ francolapinto OH WHO IS YOU 😒
arthur_leclerc biggie
⤷ charles_leclerc Don’t be rude Arthur
⤷ yn yeah arthur ur just mad i didn’t bring you any food back for you fattie
⤷ arthur_leclerc oh so i get growled at for calling her biggie but she doesn’t for calling me fattie?
⤷ charles_leclerc No you’re older you should know better
⤷ arthur_leclerc i can never win 💔
alexandrasaintmleux my favorite date 🥰🥰
⤷ yn my favorite sugar mama 🙂↕️
lilymhe How does one look so pretty whilst doing the most normal things?
leclerc_pascale My beautiful baby girl 😍🥰🥰
⤷ yn love u maman 🩷🩷
lando when are you gonna stop stealing your brothers girlfriend and get your own boyfriend?
⤷ yn whenever i want butt muncher. not like anyone lives up to my standards anyways
⤷ lando i might know someone
⤷ carlossainz55 No
⤷ yn and who would that be
⤷ charles_leclerc stop trying to get my little baby sister to date your gross friends lando
alex_albon why are your last 7 posts pictures of you eating
⤷ yn what is it a crime to enjoy good food now or what??? GOSH JUST SAY YOU HATE ME AND YOU THINK IM UGLY AND WANT ME TO DIE
oscarpiastri I love shirley temples
⤷ arthur_leclerc 🤨 whaddomeanbythat
⤷ oscarpiastri What is it a crime to express my love for shirley temples now or what?
⤷ nicolepiastri I’ve never seen you drink a shirley temple in your entire life
⤷ oscarpiastri Mommmmmmm
⤷ georgerussell63 Shhhhhh little Oscar is finally shooting his shot
⤷ alex_albon With his step auntie?
⤷ georgerussell63 Not now Alex go have Lily read to you or something
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yn went to milan for pasta, and to support charles ig, mostly lewis…but not really…i miss carlos. sorry not sorry CHARLOS4LIFE
georgerussell63 Ooh girl you’re radiating black cat energy
⤷ alex_albon I was bouta say
alexandrasaintmleux My babyyy 🥰🥰❤️
⤷ yn my sissy 🥹🩷
carlossainz55 My ride or die 🤞🏽🤞🏽
⤷ yn they could never make me hate you carlos sainz 💙💙 i’m williams’ number 1 fan now
⤷ williamsracing @scuderiaferrari got your girl 🤣
⤷ scuderiaferrari awh HELL NAHH
oscarpiastri Did you get your shirley temple this time?
⤷ yn indeed i did
⤷ oscarpiastri And how was it
⤷ yn i guess it was alright, it could be better
⤷ oscarpiastri I could make you a better one next week in Australia if you like
⤷ charles_leclerc Wait a damn minute
nicolepiastri You beautiful girl
⤷ yn thank you mama piastri 🥰🥰
⤷ pierregasly YOO IS BUG FINALLY GONNA GET HER FIRST BOYFRIEND???
⤷ yn ho did you just…
⤷ pierregasly I apologize but this is so exciting
francisca.cgomes Ooh lala 😍😍😍
lilymhe I miss you queen I’ve actually been having conversations with Alex to pass by time 💔
⤷ alex_albon Oh thats great to hear 🥲
danielricciardo I just know you fcked some pasta UPPPP
⤷ yn yardy know it dan
lewishamilton Thank you?
⤷ yn you’re welcome dafuq
hattiepiastri face card is insane
⤷ yn oh stop it you 🤭
⤷ pierregasly YOOO BUG GOT THE WHOLE FAMILY HYPING HER UP
⤷ yn pierre…
⤷ pierregasly Once again, I apologize I’m just so invested in this I actually can’t help it
charles_leclerc I’m kinda hurt Leo got to go but I had to stay at the hotel…
⤷ yn i didn’t want to turn into the third wheel
⤷ charles_leclerc yeah right i turn into the third wheel whenever you and alex are together
arthur_leclerc the B in bug stands for biggie
⤷ yn i just watched you pound back 5 chocolate croissants in 3 minutes fattass 🤣🤣🤣 try eating a salad for once double wide
⤷ alex_albon DAMNNN SHE CLOCKED YOU TOO
⤷ oscarpiastri No one humbles you like your own sister
⤷ arthur_leclerc oh who is you 😒
⤷ yn shut up porky go scarf down a hamburger or something butterball
⤷ alex_albon clockedddd
⤷ pierregasly Defending Oscar????? Omg I love this so much please please please never stop 🙏🏽
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yn i’m here australia
pierregasly Everyone shut up my show is on
maxverstappen1 This early? 👀
⤷ yn boi why you stirring the pot 🤨
mclaren papaya on top 🧡
⤷ yn fosho 🧡
arthur_leclerc Put the food away lil bro
⤷ yn eating all this food AND not working out AND i’m STILL skinner than you 🤣🤣 try harder you fuckin loser 🤕
⤷ alex_albon DAMNNNM ik arthur HATES to see bug coming ⏰😭
mercedesamgf1 Pretty gal 🤩🤩🖤
⤷ yn 🖤🙂↕️
alexandrasaintmleux And who took this picture cause I know it wasn’t me 🫣
⤷ yn you’re supposed to be on my side
williamsracing 😍😍
⤷ yn 😘😘💙
charles_leclerc Hey why are you there before me??? What are you up to 🤨🤨
charles_leclerc I better not see any pictures or videos of you with a certain aussie on tik tok
lando i spy papaya. and who drives a papaya car? oscar piastri. and where is oscar piastri from? australia. and where are you? australia. THEY’RE DATING GUYS I CRACKED THE CODE!!
⤷ yn onto something or on something??
scuderiaferrari OUR girl 🥰😍😍
⤷ yn 🫣❤️❤️
oscarpiastri Care to join me for a shirley temple later tonight?? :)
⤷ yn sounds lovely ;)
⤷ pierregasly YOOOOOOOO :’)
⤷ charles_leclerc WOAH WOAH WOAH OSCAR THAT IS YOUR AUNTIE YOU SICKO
⤷ alex_albon HELL YEAH OSCAR SHOOT YOUR SHOT BRO
⤷ danielricciardo Oscar gettin rizzyyyyy
⤷ lando that’s my boy 🥲 they grow up so fast
f1 collecting f1 teams like infinity stones
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yn what a view
pierregasly YOOOOOOOOOOOOO
arthur_leclerc who dis r
leclerc_pascale So cute mon amour 🥰
⤷ nicolepiastri It was so nice meeting your daughter Pascale! She’s just a ray of sunshine, I’ve never seen Oscar smile so much 😂
⤷ leclerc_pascale Thank you Nicole! Your son is the sweetest he’s been treating y/n so well while she’s been in Australia she’s loving it so much over there it’s gonna be hard to get her back home 😂😂 we’ll have to meet up soon!
⤷ nicolepiastri Yes we’ll have to go to lunch with the kids so we can embarrass them with their childhood stories and pictures LOL! 😂
⤷ pierregasly No one knows what this means to me fr
⤷ charles_leclerc YOU KNEW ABOUT THIS MAMAN???? YOU KEPT THIS FROM ME??
⤷ leclerc_pascale Let your sister be happy Charles and be glad she’s talking to a kind man who treats her well instead of one who is mean to her.
⤷ charles_leclerc Wait you lowk right
⤷ charles_leclerc Wait sorry I forgot I was talking to my mother
pierregasly kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ francisca.gomes kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ alexandrasaintmleux kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ carmenmmundt kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ georgerussell63 kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ alex_albon kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ lilymhe kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ charlotte2304 kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ lorenzotl kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ charles_leclerc what the hell it’s not like i can keep you from dating any longer. kiss! kiss! kiss! kiss!
⤷ lando KISS DAMN IT
⤷ oscarpiastri Okay
⤷ pierregasly YOOOOOO BRUHH I DID THAT
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yn i love you australia
pierregasly YOOOOOO CALL ME RN OMGGG
⤷ yn pierre…
⤷ pierregasly CALL ME BUG
⤷ yn ok damn
⤷ francisca.cgomes maybe it is a good thing that f1 is back this week…
charles_leclerc ❤️
⤷ pierregasly YOOOO HE GOT THE APPROVAL
nicolepiastri Australia loves you too ;)
⤷ pierregasly yooo 😏🤨
lorenzotl “Australia” sure
⤷ yn 🤫
⤷ pierregasly YOOO
arthur_leclerc at least you’re eating fruit
⤷ yn yeah you should try it once in while fuckin pot belly pig
⤷ alex_albon CLOCKEDDD
⤷ arthur_leclerc Do you really have nothing else better to do?? 😒
⤷ yn DO YOU HAVING NOTHING BETTER TO DO YOU FUCKING LOSER
⤷ alex_albon ⏰⏰⏰
oscarpiastri I love you Monaco
⤷ leclerc_pascale Monaco loves you too ;)
⤷ pierregasly YOOO THIS IS CRAAAZY
⤷ oscarpiastri Do you just constantly refresh instagram to see new comments?
⤷ pierregasly Durrrr
danielricciardo Okay just out here lookin all radiant and shit
lando oi who’s that handsome bloke in the last slide? 😏😏
⤷ yn 8️⃣1️⃣
⤷ pierregasly YOOO QUIT TRYNA BE ALL SNEAKY AND JUST HARD LAUNCH!!!!!!!!!!
⤷ charles_leclerc Yeah guys it’s pretty obvious you two are already dating
⤷ charles_leclerc I mean you started dating a week after meeting but who cares it’s obvious you guys are never breaking up
⤷ yn wow thanks for outing us thick neck bitch
mclaren Welcome to the papaya family! 🧡
⤷ scuderiaferrari Hey that’s our girl
⤷ mercedesamgf1 Guys…cmon…she’s literally obsessed Toto, she’s ours
⤷ williamsracing You’re all fighting for second, we got Carlos so that means we got y/n
⤷ yn ladies ladies there’s enough of me for everyone 🙂↕️🙂↕️
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oscarpiastri I’ve been taking up photography lately, what do you guys think?
pierregasly YOOOOO BRUHH YOU GUYS ARE LIKE BASICALLY MARRIED NOW
charles_leclerc No funny business 🤨
francisca.cgomes oscar don’t know what to do with allat
⤷ oscarpiastri Trust me, I do
⤷ pierregasly YOOO GETTING FREAKY ON THE MAIN?? OSCAR PIASTRI???? FREAKY?????
lando So you guys basically have me to thank for this whole relationship 🤷♂️
yn get my good side 🙂↔️
⤷ francisca.cgomes girl every side of you is good 😘
⤷ alexandrasaintmleux So photogenic it makes me mad 😾
⤷ yn you guys literally look like angels all hours of the day
leclerc_pascale Mon petite fille 🩷🩷
danielricciardo I bet Oscar took this picture just to take it like she didn’t even have to ask like he’s just the type of guy to do that
⤷ maxverstappen1 Oscar is the type of guy to see something his girlfriend would like and buy it on the spot
⤷ alex_albon Oscar is the type of guy to take pictures of cute animals and sunsets to send to his gf and be like “thought of you”
⤷ georgerussell63 Oscar is the type of guy to go to the wake up at 3am and make his girl food because she said she was hungry
⤷ pierregasly Yoo my boy Oscar is the type of guy who would let his girlfriend put her feet on his face and be unbothered
⤷ lando oscar is the type of guy who would be to scared to be rough with his girlfriend in bed
⤷ yn you’d be surprised…i know i was
⤷ pierregasly YOOOOOOOOOO
⤷ lando oscar you dirty boy 😈😈
⤷ maxverstappen1 Where did polite cat Oscar go?? 🤨
⤷ danielricciardo Oscar you naughty naughty boy what have you been up to this week 😈😈
⤷ oscarpiastri I put my phone down to make y/n a grilled cheese and tomato soup and this is what I come back to?
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yn this is my husband guys we eloped 👩❤️💋👨
pierregasly YOOO ARE YOU FR????
oscarpiastri We didn’t elope guys we literally just started dating last week
⤷ charles_leclerc The talking stage lasted barely 6 days before you asked her out so we wouldn’t be surprised
⤷ leclerc_pascale When you know you know
⤷ nicolepiastri One day he was introducing her to us as his friend a week later he texted the family group chat “we’re dating btw” 😂🩷
oscarpiastri In a few years baby 😂
⤷ pierregasly Yo this got me feeling all giddy and shit 🥹 oh young love
⤷ yn bro’s gonna be 30 next year 😟 old asl you’re gonna get arthritis soon
⤷ georgerussell63 I know Oscar is never bored with bug
⤷ oscarpiastri Definitely keeps me on my toes…don’t be surprised if I start graying in the next few months guys
⤷ leclerc_pascale Mon chou quit giving Oscar such a hard time please
⤷ yn i can’t help it maman it’s just who i am
⤷ oscarpiastri I’ll gladly take worry lines and gray hair as long you’re by my side ❤️
⤷ yn omg stoppp do you like me or something 🙂↕️
⤷ oscarpiastri I like you a lot
⤷ oscarpiastri Give her minute she had to step outside to calm down
⤷ yn omg i like you too
⤷ arthur_leclerc they’re commenting all this while sitting by each other btw
charles_leclerc Out of everyone in the world I’m glad you ended up with Oscar because I didn’t think anyone else had the patience to deal with you and your standards other than your own family
⤷ yn ok rude 🖐️ fuck out my face slut
⤷ oscarpiastri Let’s go get some ice cream and take a walk on the beach honey
⤷ yn comingggg 😋😋😋😋
⤷ danielricciardo And they lived happily ever after
pierregasly yo 🥹❤️
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the king of monza can win the race, have his relationship exposed and challenge his soon-to-be father-in-law to a duel, he can do what he wants.
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user1: does he know this isn't his private account?
user2: SHUSH DON'T TELL HIM
user3: we need to enjoy this while it lasts
jackdoohan: oscar, there's still time to delete this
oscarpiastri: why would i delete this?
oscarpiastri: oh
oscarpiastri: oh no
jackdoohan: you might want to warn your kinda dad you've exposed the identity of your kinda mum as your kinda grandad is probably putting out a hit on him as we speak
fernandoalo_oficial: don't call me a grandad 👿🤬😡😠💢😤
jackdoohan: OSCAR QUICK HE'S DISCOVERED EMOJIS HE MUST BE REALLY MAD
user4: fernando, are you okay?
fernandoalo_oficial: i want that frenchies head on a stick
charles_leclerc: i am monegasque!
fernandoalo_oficial: so you do actually want to die?
yourusername: okay let's calm down old man
fernandoalo_oficial: SILENCE I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! THAT'S THE MAN?
yourusername: yes!
fernandoalo_oficial: no.
charles_leclerc: i object!
lancestroll: his eye hasn't stopped twitching since
charles_leclerc: i don't care! he might be crazy but I'M IN LOVE SO BRING IT OLD MAN
user5: wtf have i woken up to this morning
user6: the public execution of the prince of monaco
yourusername: just because he has a samurai tattoo doesn't mean he knows how to use a sword
fernandoalo_oficial: i will tear him apart with my bare hands
user7: i fear this comment section alone has undone all of his funky grandad tiktok PR
user8: he's going to make charles cry in the press conference
yourusername: oh well, charlie is hot when he cries
user9: and how do you know that...
yourusername: that's none of your business 😈
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user11: queen got exposed and immediately started flexing her unbelievably sexy bf
yourusername: why wouldn't i? he's so damn FINE
charles_leclerc: teehee (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
user12: you might as well have told me to kill myself
fernandoalo_oficial: enjoy your weekend charles, it will be your last
charles_leclerc: and if i win? i think suspended sentence?
fernandoalo_oficial: @carlossainz55 i have a proposition for you
yourusername: why are we acting like he wouldn't do that for free
carlossainz55: excuse me?
yourusername: i'm calling you a jealous bitch xx
carlossainz55: what is your price nando?
fernandoalo_oficial: i'm not fucking paying you, i was assuming you'd do it in a jealous rage anyway
carlossainz55: ???
user13: the way carlos is being jumped from both sides unprovoked
user14: which ever alonso it is, they choose violence
oscarpiastri: so ... am i off the hook yet?
yourusername: you know we can't say no to you
fernandoalo_oficial: oscar you might actually be my favourite now, thank you for bringing this to my attention
oscarpiastri: sure i'll take it!
charles_leclerc: you can have my heart and everything else for as long as you want
yourusername: looks like you'll never get it back ;)
charles_leclerc: that's fine by me if i get to spend it with you
yourusername: i love you :P
charles_leclerc: i love you more ( > 〰 < )♡
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fernandoalo_oficial: cash prize for anyone who can actually track down this little rat - i just want to talk i swear
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user15: it's official everyone, he's gone crazy
user16: as crazy as he is at least he's bringing the DRAMA 🤩
yourusername: this isn't very peace and love of you
fernandoalo_oficial: that has never been the way in this family
fernandoalo_oficial: but let me make this clear, i mean in a destroy all of your enemies way rather than a jos verstappen way
maxverstappen1: ???
yourusername: destroying our enemies does not mean you can do your best jos verstappen impression and drive your aston martin into charles
fernandoalo_oficial: don't be stupid y/n, the aston martin is too slow, i'm going to steal his brakes
yourusername: and how will you do that boomer
fernandoalo_oficial: ferrari are stupid they probably still haven't changed the passwords or locks since i left
yourusername: @scuderiaferrari excuse me???
scuderiaferrari: ....
user17: so like this is a genuine hit?
user18: mob boss!fernando alonso you are so special to me
user19: sorry charles but it's so sexy
charles_leclerc: drop the address senor i'm not scared of you
lancestroll: he brought the samurai sword btw
yourusername: @f1 DO YOU PEOPLE HAVE ANY SECURITY MEASURES ???
f1: it made a good tiktok 👍
yourusername: you people are useless
charles_leclerc: no worries my love it's all under control
fernandoalo_oficial: i will carve you like a christmas turkey
yourusername: you go anywhere near charles with that sword we're both going romeo and juliet style
user20: what on earth is going on
user21: just smile and wave i think we're watching collective hysteria
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user23: bro heard fernando was gonna steal his brakes and simply just drove so fast he didn't need them
user24: he was like 'oh you want my head on a stick? TRY AND CATCH ME'
yourusername: pretty boy is so so talented it's not fair
yourusername: who am i kidding
yourusername: STUNT ON THOSE HOES I LOVE YOU BABY
charles_leclerc: thank you baby, i simply had to drive so fast so i could give you a kiss
charles_leclerc: and also so i could tell your dad to SUCK ON THAT OLD MAN
user25: he's had too much champagne and might actually get himself killed
user26: i will throw myself in front of that sword for him
yourusername: you and me too buddy - i'll cover your drinks for this evening
fernandoalo_oficial: i still want him dead
charles_leclerc: what the fuck do you want from me? i just won? did you see that freak of an orange car? i look after your daughter like i looked after those tyres
yourusername: so romantic 🤭
fernandoalo_oficial: he just compared you to tyres? have some standards i raised you better?
yourusername: believe me, i do have standards - he's special xx
fernandoalo_oficial: i also won monza with ferrari he's not that special
user27: at least he's stopped with the samurai sword talk?
user28: he did say he still wants him dead though
maxverstappen1: @yourusername why couldn't you have dated lando? would've made this championship a lot easier
landonorris: HUH?
yourusername: please refer to my previous comment about standards
charles_leclerc: hehehehehe
landonorris: HUH???
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charles_leclerc: grazie mille tifosi !! this is for you and all of your support. i'm glad my family and my love were here to see this win as well. fernando, bring your sword, i'll fight for your daughter's hand.
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user29: i love this family and i've known them a week
user30: fernando might have to go through me as well at this point
yourusername: i love you so much and you have deserved this and more for so so long xx
charles_leclerc: i couldn't do it without you (and our weird little grid family)
yourusername: you're my favourite person in the world and i just love to see you happy
charles_leclerc: you make me the happiest man in the world
yourusername: i love you
charles_leclerc: i love you too
user31: as cute as all this is ^^ where is this duel
user32: can someone PLEASE STREAM IT !!!!! I WILL PAY
user33: I NEED IT I NEED IT
fernandoalo_oficial: come outside
lancestroll: he spent all of the debrief sharpening the sword btw
charles_leclerc: i'm ready girlypop
fernandoalo_oficial: GIRLYPOP ???
yourusername: PEACE AND LOVE BOZO
maxverstappen1: can we get this show on the road please?
lewishamilton: charles please hurry up i've got some serious cash on this tussle
yourusername: how much we talking?
charles_leclerc: i might die and you're checking the wager?
yourusername: because i have faith in you !!!!
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yourusername: he's alive and he's a winner! the king of monza can do what he wants
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user35: prince of monaco? king of monza? bro is collecting titles
yourusername: my husband next 🤞🏻
charles_leclerc: bet
user36: is ANYONE GOING TO TELL US WHAT HAPPENED IN THE DUEL
georgerussell63: it was extremely unprofessional and there will be an extensive powerpoint covering how this won't happen again
fernandoalo_oficial: i'll fight you next time george
user37: don't go off TOPIC
charles_leclerc: i out strategised him lol
oscarpiastri: what he means is that he surprised fernando from behind and wouldn't stop hugging him until he agreed that he wouldn't skewer him like a kebab
charles_leclerc: and it worked! now look he's on my boat giving me his blessing
user38: you're telling me charles hugged his way out of the conflict?
user39: perhaps the most babygirl he's ever been
user40: we need the pictures SHOW IT TO ME RACHEL
fernandoalo_oficial: fine, i guess he's okay. i'm not calling him the king of monza though
yourusername: i knew you'd come around
fernandoalo_oficial: i love my daughter SORRY
yourusername: don't lie to me you only calmed down and accepted it because i called in the reinforcements
user41: i'm crying she called babysitters for her dad
yourusername: jenson and mark, idk how you deal with him
jensonbutton: the stress of him and his antics keep me skinny
aussiegrit: i think we're all trauma bonded
charles_leclerc: i'll be the king of monza, if you'll be my queen
charles_leclerc: and i will continue to do what i want
yourusername: i'll be your queen anywhere you want
yourusername: and if doing what you want includes fighting my dad... let's turn it down a lil
charles_leclerc: for you, i'll do anything
fin.
note: here yall go - this was in my drafts half done from monza weekend but life got crazy
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Baking cookies for F1 drivers after they give you a good wienering(sex)… 
(Thank you tik tok for this idea & @turcott3 for helping)
| OSCAR PIASTRI | honestly he’s confused when you present him with the tray of cookies, thinks they’re for his win but when you tell them what they’re actually for he blushes bright red and giggles.
“Really? For giving you good sex?”
But he’s still very appreciative and makes sure you see that.
| LEWIS HAMILTON | Smirky but finds it amusing, pulls you into a sweet kiss and ends up quickly giving you a reason to bake more.
“Honey I think you’ll need another bag of flour by the end of the week.”
Your home begins to smell like baked goods all the time and anytime he’s craving your cookies he knows what he has to do.
| CHARLES LECLERC | He’s slightly confused but honored. He giggles when you tell him what they’re for and while he does find it slightly silly it warms his heart. Pulls you into a sweet kiss before he eats one and praises you for the amazing taste.
“Almost as delicious as you mon amor.”
| LANDO NORRIS | He gets cocky but also finds it hilarious, definitely throws out some dirty remarks that have you blushing, he uses this to his advantage though and always asks what he can do to get more.
“So how many do I get if I get you pregnant??”
| MAX VERSTAPPEN | He is severely confused, he doesn’t understand what you mean or why you would make him cookies for giving you what you deserve but he eats them nonetheless and tells you how delicious they are.
“I don’t understand Schat, why did you bake me cookies for fucking you good? That’s what I’m supposed to do.”
| LOGAN SARGEANT | Blushes like a school boy, he doesn’t know what to say at first but composes himself and thanks you. Gives you a sweet kiss before eating one, he ends up having the plate gone by the end of the day and he makes his way into your shower later that night with one thing on his mind.
“Can you make snickerdoodles next time?”
| DANIEL RICCIARDO | laughs his ass off for a solid 60 seconds before composing himself and pulling you in for a kiss. He thanks you a thousand times before picking one up for you two to share but quickly gets turned on by the way your lips skim his finger as he feeds it to you and next thing you know you’re bent over the counter. An hour later he comes in to find the oven set at 350 and you whipping up more cookies for him.
“What flavor you makin’ this time?”
| CARLOS SAINZ | He gets so fucking cocky, the second you tell him what you made them for his smirk overtakes his face. He thanks you properly with a quickie before cleaning you up and getting you cuddled up on the couch as he heats up the cookies and gets you both a glass of milk.
“I could get use to these.”
| LANCE STROLL | He’s confused for a good 15 seconds before he starts laughing. He’s very thankful though and honored that you thought the sex was good enough to bake him his favorite cookies. Gives you a sweet “thank you baby.” With a kiss before he splits one between the two of you.
| ALEX ALBON | It amuses him, you’d mentioned doing it to him but he didn’t think you actually would until he walks in to find you plating them. He knew what they were for right away and couldn’t contain his laughter, soon your both bent over laughing.
Once they’re cooled down he devours half of the plate and praises your skill.
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“can you watch my boyfriend for a sec?” ❁
f1 grid x fem!reader
summary: TikTok trend with the grid!!
authors note: saw the carlos one and knew i had to write about it!! his reaction made me laugh!! i also just saw mclaren do it to oscar!! i hope the other teams do it to their drivers as well!! also first time writing for seb, jenson, and daniel, i had the time so i said why not?!any feedback is appreciated and please like, comment, and reblog!! hope you enjoy!!
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Lewis
You: "Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend for a sec? I need to grab something from the car."
You head out, leaving Lewis alone in front of your phone's camera. He looks around, slightly bewildered.
"What? Y/N who’s on the phone? Uh, hey there. I guess I'm being watched. So... how's everyone doing? Good? Cool. Uh, any Mercedes fans here?" He starts talking about his day and how Roscoe is doing, trying to entertain the 'audience'. "Alright, she'll be back any minute now... right?"
Max
You: "Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend for a sec? I need to take out the trash."
Max raises an eyebrow as you walk away. He looks at the phone, unsure of what to say.
"Huh? Um, okay. This is weird. Hi, everyone….I guess…..Y/N what is this?! Who’s on the phone? So…what do we do now? Should I... talk about racing? Or... maybe I could just sit here…?" He awkwardly shuffles in his seat, checking his watch. "How long does it take to throw out the trash? Y/N come back! I don’t know what to say or do!"
Lando
You: "Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend for a sec? I need to get a drink from the kitchen."
Lando grins as you walk away, immediately knowing the TikTok trend. He leans in closer to the camera.
"Hey, TikTok! I was wondering when Y/N was going to do this trend on me! What have you guys been up to? Should I prank her back? Give me some ideas in the comments!" He starts to look around, trying to find something to do. "Should I play some games on my computer or maybe I'll hide and jump out when she gets back?"
Oscar
You: "Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend for a sec? I need to get my food."
Oscar blinks, looking at the phone and then at the door you just walked towards. He frowns slightly.
"Huh? What….okay? Uh, hi? I guess you guys are going to watch me eat my breakfast…Not sure what I'm supposed to do here. Should I be saying something interesting?" He scratches his head, and moves his food around, clearly uncomfortable. "So, did you guys have breakfast yet? I hope you did, breakfast is important….uhhh yea. Y/N!! Babe!! Come back!! I don’t know what to do!!"
Charles
You: "Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend for a sec? I need to take a call."
Charles watches you leave, then looks at the phone, confused but trying to be polite.
"Uh? Wait what? Hello, everyone. I guess your...on watch duty?" He laughs nervously. "This feels strange. Maybe I should sing a song? Or talk about Ferrari? Oh, I know, I'll play some music on my piano!" He moves towards the piano, but then hesitates. "Wait, how long is this call going to be? Y/N! Baby!!"
Carlos
You: "Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend for a sec? I need to make a smoothie."
Carlos looks at the camera, then at the direction you went, raising an eyebrow.
“What is this? Hello? Anyone there? Who were you talking to? Y/N?! Uhhhh hi… Wait, a smoothie? Bebe make me one too please! Okay, hi everyone. This is Carlos, just here... being watched?" He starts looking around, picking up random items on the table. "So, let me show you my favorite things on this table. This is a cool pen, and this is... a coaster. Fascinating, right?" He chuckles, shaking his head. "This is so weird. How long does making a smoothie take anyway?"
Sebastian
You: "Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend for a sec? I need to water the plants."
Sebastian gives you a puzzled look as you leave and then turns to the camera, smiling politely.
"What?! Y/N what is this? Hello? Hello? Anywhere there? I’m confused… Y/N!! Who were you talking too? Honey? … Um, hello everyone… I guess I'm under surveillance now." He chuckles. "So, while she's watering the plants, let's talk about... sustainability! Did you know you can make your own compost at home? It's really simple and great for your garden." He starts explaining the process, gesturing enthusiastically. "I hope she comes back soon because I might run out of eco-friendly tips! Oh wait!! I know! Let me show you my bees!!"
Jenson
You: "Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend for a sec? I need to grab the mail."
Jenson watches you leave with a bemused smile, then looks at the phone.
"Ummm what?! Babe? Y/N? Hello? Uhhh..hey there. So, I guess I need to be watched for a minute. You guys are in babysitting duty? Let’s see... what can I do to entertain you?" He glances around and spots his dogs. "Hey, meet my dogs! Come here babies!." He tries to get their attention but Bentley and Rouge ignore him, while Storm walks up to him, just to sit and stare at him. "Well, that didn’t go as planned. I guess they’re tired from playing this morning. Oh well, maybe next time! Isn’t that right Storm." he says putting down the camera.
Daniel
You: "Hey guys, can you watch my boyfriend for a sec? I need to fix something in the bathroom."
Daniel immediately grins and laughs as you walk away, sensing a prank.
“Huh? Babe? What? Oh wait! It’s that TikTok trend!! Alright, what’s up TikTok, what's going on? He starts making funny faces at the camera and then leans in closer. "I have no idea what to talk about. This is so stupid and awkward.” He says bursting out laughing. He keeps glancing towards the bathroom, barely containing his laughter. "Babe come back!!"
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what happens in vegas, does not stay in vegas | ch. 01
pairing: oscar piastri x leclerc!reader
summary: down in the dumps after a big loss, your brother charles decides to stay in instead of going out to party, believing his fellow drivers would keep you from doing anything dumb while out on partying on the vegas strip. that was his first mistake. the next morning his wakes up to the news that you’ve went and gotten yourself married, but who could possible be stupid enough to take advantage of charles leclerc’s baby sister?
warnings: talks about men being creeps. drinking. lando and oscar being proper gentlemen, reader's age is not specified but its mentioned she's in her twenties! reader has everyone wrapped around her finger, oscars antisocial.
word count: 5.1k (my best so far)
authors note: okay soooooo, yes i did already post the first chapter of this series, but i hated it, sorry! so i rewrote it and this was the result, i promise this version is so much better, feedback is also appreciated :) enjoy! i also wrote half this while recovering from wisdom teeth removal, so if there’s any misspelling let’s just blame it on that. reblogs, comments, or feedback of any kind is always greatly appreciated!
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Charles Leclerc was a lame, little, whiny baby, loser. And you would’ve said it to his face…if he wasn’t giving you his card so you can buy drinks and souvenirs all night.
It was the Sunday of the big race in Vegas Nevada, coincidentally the first time you'd been in the States, and like any irresponsible twenty-some-year-old would be, you were more excited about the after-party then the actual race.
"Are you sure you don't want to join?" you shouted towards the hotel bedroom, you had your small setup in the bathroom, you pulled down your dress slightly and adjusted your hair before slowly stepping out of the hotel bathroom.
Charles perked up from his phone, shooting you a small smile, he had placed four in the race, something you found impressive (granted you found anything your big brothers did impressive) while he did not, hence him being a debbie downer and refusing to join you, and his fellow drivers on a night out at the Vegas strip.
"I'm sure, Piccina" Charles sat up, pushing his card towards you on the white bed sheets, "Just be careful?"
You nodded eagerly placing this card carefully into your wallet while smiling at the nickname, Piccina, meaning tiny, it had been your nickname ever since you were little, and him using it gave you the comfort of knowing he wasn't secretly mad at you for ditching him while he was down in the dumps.
"Who's going again?" Charles chimed from behind you as you adjusted yourself in the mirror.
You hummed, thinking, "I know Lando for sure."
Charles snorted, muttering, "That wasn't a question."
"I think Oscar, Carlos..." you paused, hoping you didn't hit a nerve, but he simply nodded, "Max might show up...Franco's a yes, Lance, Fernando, and maybe Pierre?" you turned to him with a smile.
Charles shook his head slightly, "Pierre's staying back with me."
You shot him a funny look, "Date night?"
Charles's laughter rang out in the room, he pulled a pillow from behind him and shot it at you, "You're not funny!"
You stood up, throwing the pillow back at him, "You sure are laughing!"
Two stood around for a few more minutes, with Charles refusing to let you leave out alone, insisting you waited for Lando to pick you up. You groaned, "He's taking forever!"
"I don't care!" he matched your tone, "Its dangerous, you could get mobbed or something."
"And having Lando is going to help that, how?" you rose a brow, and his awkward silence made you smirk in triumph.
He huffed, rolling his eyes, "He won't help with the fans, but he’ll help if some creep tries touching you."
You couldn't argue with that.
Just as you were going to try and argue your way out of the door, again, a small knock rang throughout the room.
You beamed, skipping over to the door, as you opened the door, Lando snapped his head up, a whistle leaving his lips, "Looking good, Leclerc!" he cheered as stepped into the room slightly. You smiled as you gave him a slight spin.
"Thanks Lando," Charles joked, you slapped his arm slightly, rolling your eyes, "You know he was talking about me."
Charles rolled his eyes as he and Lando 'bro-hugged' while you went around the room making sure you had everything you needed.
'"Okay, I'm ready!" you cheered, walking over to the two men. Charles nodded, looking you over once more, Lando made his way out the door.
"You got everything?" Charles checked, you nodded brightly, leaning over to give him a hug, "Phone? Charger? Bandaids? Condom?—“
"Charles!" you shrieked, feeling your body heat up as you heard Lando's faint giggle.
Charles held his hands up in defense, "I don't like talking about it either, but I rather you be safe."
You groaned, taking small steps towards the door, "Yes, Charles I have everything."
Charles smiled, holding the door open for you and you stepped out and stood by Lando, "Good. And remember if you need anything, call me."
"Sir yes, sir!" you saluted jokingly.
Charles turned to Lando, "Keep her safe, alright?"
"Sir yes, sir!" Lando mocked you, Charles rolled his eyes as you and Lando burst into laughter.
"Very funny.." was the last thing he muttered before shutting the door in your face.
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You and Lando walked side by side in the busy streets of Las Vegas, your eyes shone brightly as you took in the new scenery. When you were younger you didn't necessarily get to travel much because all the extra money went to karting and competitions.
You never complained, even when you had to give up your own dream of being a Formula One driver so Charles could have his chance. He was a great talent, everyone in the family recognized that, and you eventually got over your silly dream.
Since that day when you were ripped apart from your passion, Charles promised he would grant every wish you ever wanted. ‘We’ll go the States and eat everything!—And I’ll buy you everything because I’ll have money from Ferrari!’ he said as he wiped your tears from your puffy cheeks. You knew he only said that because he felt it was his fault you didn’t get to live out your dream. And although you would never admit it to anyone, because it made you feel like a horrible sister, sometimes you did resent the decision made by your family— you had talent too. Why was Charles the only one who got the chance to be great?
"Never been to Vegas?" Lando's voice cut through the silence, he was carrying bags and bags of all types of items, clothes, souvenirs, jewelry, you name it. You had really gone crazy. Since you had about an hour to waste until you were all supposed to meet up, you decided to get all your shopping done early.
You had wanted to hold the bags, but Lando instead he do it, saying it was the 'gentlemen' thing to do.
"No." you breathed out with a smile, "I don't get all the hate this place gets, it's beautiful."
Lando snorted, "I've never heard that said about Vegas before."
"People aren't as deep and sentimental as me Lando, you should know that by now," you wiped a fake tear from your eye and Lando burst into laughter.
You smiled, eyeing the bags in his hands once again, "Are you sure we shouldn't take this stuff back to the hotel?"
Lando nodded, pulling the bags closer to him, "We have a private area in the club, we can put them there."
You 'oohed', "Private area huh?"
"Only the best for Ms. Leclerc," he smirked.
"Oh please," you laughed, "You just don't want anyone to record you getting wasted."
"Okay, maybe that too."
You shook your head as you and Lando crossed the street, you caught a glimpse at the club down the strip, "So who's officially going?"
"I know Oscars going."
"Because you bribed him?"
"Yes."
You and Lando both giggled, swerving in between people, "Carlos is going..." Lando eyes you carefully.
You held your hand up, "What happens with Charles and Carlos on track is none of my business...plus they're like a bipolar couple, they'll be back to charlos in no time."
Lando thought for a second before nodding, "That's why carlando is better."
You shook your head with a smile and Lando continued, "George is going, so is Alonso, Max, Franco, Yuki, and Lance."
"No Alex?" you questioned.
Lando shook his head, "He said he's taking Lily on a 'supes romantic vegas date."
You awed, before frowning, "I need a boyfriend."
Lando smirked, turning to you, "You know I have the perfect guy—“
"Lando!" you heard a familiar accent shout near you. Both you and Lando snapped your head up to see Carlos waving widely at you two, while the others pretended not to know him.
"Carlos!" Lando shouted, lifting his arms up, the multitude of bags almost smacking you in the face.
You would think they hadn't seen each other in years with the way they embraced each other, you could only watch in amusement before you felt a slight tap on your shoulder.
Turning around you came face to face with Oscar Piastri, he just got cuter each day, "Hi." he mumbled as he pulled you into a soft hug. "I didn't see you today, and I didn’t want you thinking I was being rude or avoiding you.”
"You? Rude? Never," you mumbled with a smile and he patted your back softly, "I didn't think you would make it.." you pulled back and he shot you a questioning look, "I don't mean to offend but this doesn't seem like your type of place."
Oscar smiled, and you two started to make your way into the booming club, with Oscar's hand resting on your back, you made sure to greet everyone with a smile.
"It's not!" he yelled so you could hear him, while also making sure he wasn't too close to your ear. "Lando bribed me!"
You nodded, laughing, "Yeah he told me! How much did he give you?"
Oscar's face burned red—not that you could see it—"It wasn't really a..money bribe!"
You turned to him confused, but before you could ask him to clarify, you were both halted when Lando seemingly appeared out of nowhere, making you both pause.
Lando already seemed off his rocker, eyes moving side to side widely, "I'm going to get drinks!" he yelled, shoving all of your bags into Oscar's arms, who took them in surprise, "Our area is over there—" both you and Oscar turned to where he was pointing simultaneously, "Have fun okay?" he shot you two a big thumbs up before getting lost in the crowd.
You and Oscar both stood still for a moment before you slowly turned to each other, "How is he already drunk?" you asked, trying to take the bags from Oscar's hands, but he simply swerved around you, nodding up to where Lando pointed previously.
"I can take those, you know?" You yelled over to Oscar as you started climbing the stairs up to the top portion of the club, you could hear the big change in volume as you got higher.
Oscar gave you a funny look, "What type of man would I be if I let you carry these heavy bags?"
You didn't have an answer. It was a big culture shock when you realized men weren't exactly like your brothers, your brothers always treated you like gold. But once you went out to the real world, you were quick to realize that was not the norm.
Oscar took a slight peak into the bag, "What exactly did you buy?"
"Lots of things with my name on it," you laughed, taking a seat on the sofa next to the big group of drivers, who all acknowledged your existence with a smile. You watched as Oscar followed in your steps, taking a seat next to you, his knee touching yours.
"Examples?"
"You name it... license plate, shirts, bracelets, necklace."
"A true Vegas staple." Oscar nodded in approval, turning his whole body toward you.
You beamed, turning toward him as well, eager to keep to conversation going, "So...how do you feel about the race?"
Oscar laughed slightly, taking a peek behind you, "Probably a lot better than your brother."
You nodded with a pursed smile, "Probably,"
"Is that why's he's not here?"
You shrugged slightly, "Maybe. He said he just wasn't feeling it, but who knows?"
"Do you think they'll stay mad at each other for long?" Oscar's voice was now a quiet whisper, clearly trying to avoid attention.
You shook your head, "We have a flight back home tomorrow night, they'll be fine by then." you know that because you had told Charles that if they didn't fix their problem before said flight, you wouldn't be going home with them, you could not deal with that awkwardness. And Charles would do anything for you, so of course he and Carlos were going to make up.
Oscar perked up, smiling at you, "I'm going home on that flight too."
Your face lit up, "You live in Monaco now right?"
Oscar nodded bashfully, he had made the move early that year, during the ‘Leclerc-Piastri adopted son’ situation. He was very quiet about it, so he didn’t expect you to know about it—or frankly, care. “Y-yeah, I thought it would be better with all the traveling.”
“And the tax-evading.”
Oscar let out a loud laugh, no doubt catching the attention of others scattered around the room, you watched him cackle with a smile. “How are you liking it?” you asked.
Oscar sobered down slightly, a grin still present, “It’s not home…but it’s….Monaco.”
You threw your head back with a smile, “It’s better when you get past all the cars and celebrities.”
Oscar nodded, “One of my first days I went hiking," you remember seeing the picture he posted, all sweaty, your eyes widened at the memory, and you shifted flustered "It was nice."
"I can show you some better places if you'd like?
"Really?" Oscar's eyes were wide, full of excitement.
You nodded proudly, "Of course, I've given everyone here a tour of the city, I'm a great guide if I do say so myself."
The lights in Oscar's eyes diminished slightly, for a second, there, he thought he was special, he coughed awkwardly, "Oh yeah?"
You eyed the group behind you, "Since everyone here apparently loves tax evading, I've taken it upon myself to teach them about my home."
Oscar giggled slightly and you contained, raising your brow, "I'm surprised I haven't seen you around, I see George at least three times a week."
Oscar flushed, and this time he was sure you could tell, "Oh I..." he sucked his teeth, "I.. don't really leave my house."
You started at him with squinted eyes for a moment, "...Because of the fans?"
"No...no."
"Because you don't have a car?" you asked, recalling the photo of him riding a bike around the city months ago, you would've thought he would've bought a car since then, or at least borrowed one.
"I have a car."
You laughed in confusion, "Okay then why?"
Oscar shrugged, playing with the ends of his sweater, "I just don't really like to go out."
"Like ever?"
"I go to... grocery stores."
"Oh, Oscar..." you sighed, and the man jumped to defend himself.
"I play sim a lot!...and that's like talking to people?..."
You winced, "Is it though?"
Oscar sighed, looking down at his lap, "...No..."
You pursed your lips, patting his knew softly, "Its okay Oscar...I'll make sure you go out more."
Before he could respond, Lando's loud cheers emerged from the staircase, and Oscar felt your attention slip away from him.
"I'm back, and I bring drinks!" Lando shouted as he hurried over to the group, a tray filled with drinks in his hands. The others cheered. The drink was purple, and it seemed to be fizzling as everyone took one.
"What is this?" Lance blinked up at Lando, who shrugged, Fernando took a small sniff before pulling back in shock; the others looked at him in worry, as he coughed, waving everyone off.
"I have no idea!" Lando yelled, and the other slowly started to put the drink down, "The bartender just told me it would make us forget who won the race tonight!"
Just like that, everyone had picked their glasses back up and quickly swallowed down the drink. Georges's face went black as he rolled his eyes, taking a small sip of his drink, "Assholes.." he whispered.
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"You have really pretty eyes..." Oscar slurred as he watched you lay down on the couch, he sat on the floor, legs crossed over each other as he stared into your face.
You hummed, "People say me and Charles have the same eyes..."
Oscar blinked, "Charles has pretty eyes..."
There was no one left awake in the 'private' area, the men were either down on the dance floor, or asleep on the ground, such as Lance, Franco, and Yuki.
The drink had no effect at first, so everyone felt confident drinking another....and another...and another, and before anyone knew it, everyone was far gone, way far gone.
You giggled, bringing a drunken smile onto Oscar's face. You continued to giggle before your face turned serious.
You turned to Oscar with a glare, Oscar visibly jumped, "Do you have a girlfriend, Oscar?"
Gaping in shock, Oscar shook his head like crazy.
Your glare hardened, "I'm gonna need you to say it."
"I don't have a girlfriend." Oscar replied instantly.
You stared for a couple more moments before a bright grin took over your face, "Thank god!" you giggled before turning serious once more, "It seems like everyone is dating someone, and it makes me feel lonely." You quickly (with a small struggle) sat up from the couch, grabbing Oscar's hand.
“At least you don't have a girlfriend.”
Oscar, the most out of it he's ever been, swayed side to side, “I want to be your girlfriend.” he mumbled, pressing a soft, delicate kiss to your hand.
You giggled, throwing your head back, “Not girlfriend! Boyfriend silly…and I don't think whiny baby Charles would like that…”
Oscar sat up straight, “I don't care what Charles thinks,” he did, he really, really, did. “He shouldn't control your life.” In any other situation, Oscar would never say anything like this, in fact, one of the primary reasons he never man up and asked you out (other than the fact that he was sure you did not like him that way) was because he wasn't sure Charles would approve. And if he didn’t have Charles’ approval, then what was the point in even trying?
“He just thinks he knows best,” you mumbled through a frown. “He doesn't control me…does he?”
Oscar slipped his hands away from you, moving his arms widely “No! No…I’m dumb, Charles would never control you..”
But it seemed like you weren’t listening anymore, your eyes dazed, “If Charles does control me, then I should do something to get him back..” you turned to Oscar with a glare, he knew you well, you were thinking of ways to get back at Charles..for something he didn’t even do. “For being evil…”
Oscar laughed, shaking his head, “Charles isn't evil!” You joined him in the laughter. Before your face went blank, “What were we talking about?”
Oscar decided not to indulge in your evil sibling rivalry plans, “You were telling me how you wanted a boyfriend.”
You gaped, pointing at Oscar, “You're right! You know Oscar…you would be the perfect boyfriend!”
Oscar's cheeks went pink, “I would?” he mumbled bashfully.
You nodded proudly, “Mhm..you are very respectful..you've never stared at my ass, unlike some of the drivers..” Oscar’s mouth opened in shock with a million questions running through his mind, but you didn’t give him time to react, “And you're funny, not like joke funny,” Oscar tried to not let an offended expression take over his face, “But like expression funny. And I’m sure you’d give the best kisses…and! You look like you’d never forget an anniversary.”
Not to toot his own horn, but you're right, Oscar had a great memory, and if it was your anniversary, he would never forget it.
You’re face lights, “I have the best idea!” you squealed, standing up and pulling Oscar up with you, you both stumbled. You pulled on his jacket, bringing you face to face, “We should get married!”
The grin on Oscar’s face was electric, “Yes!” he shouted, accidentally waking up Yuki, who shot up from the cuddle pile on the ground with wide eyes, you two were too focused on your own bubble to notice him.
You gasped, gripping onto Oscar tighter, “Really? You’ll marry me?”
Oscar gripped onto your shoulders, shaking you back and forth tightly, “Of course I would! I’m not stupid!”
“Oh I have to tell Charles! He can’t miss my wedding!”
Oscar nodded, watching with a beaming smile as you pulled out your phone, opening it up before you slowly put it down with a frown.
“I can’t tell Charles.” your eyes unintentionally watered, “He won’t let me.” You slowly sat down on the small couch.
Oscar slowly sat next to you, trying to hide his dimmed energy, “Don’t worry about..” he mumbled, “I can wait.” I’ve already waited six years, he thought, what’s a couple more?
“But you shouldn’t have to wait!’ You groaned, quickly standing up, “We’re getting married tonight!” You stomped your foot, “I’ll just take lots of pictures so Charlie doesn’t miss it!”
Oscar’s light returned, he accepted the hand you held out for him, “Let’s go get married, Oscar!’ you cheered, leading him down the club stairs.
Yucki watched you two leave, his face full of confusion, he groaned, laying back onto the ground while rubbing his eyes, “Married? Charles is going to kill him.”
☾
“I still can’t believe you let the little princess go out without you,” Pierre mumbled through his bites of popcorn.
Charles rolled his eyes, grabbing another handful of the cornels, “She doesn’t have to be with me all the time, she’s growing up and wants to go out alone.”
“Okay…but with Lando?”
“Lando wouldn’t dare touch her. He knows I would throw him into the barriers.”
Pierre and Charles were lying in bed, a popcorn bucket lay in the middle of them, while a french romance movie played in the background.
Pierre nodded after a pause “You know who I’m worried about?”
Charles leaned over to look at the man, “Who?”
“That Australian creep.”
Charles furrowed his brow,”...Daniel?’
Pierre shot him a look, “No, not Daniel. Oscar.”
Charles shot up with a choked laugh, “O-oscar?” he threw his head back with a loud laugh, “O-oscar?”
Pierre watched him with an unamused face, waiting for him to sober, which took longer than you would think.
“Oscar?” Charles shook his head with a smile as he laid back down, “No..Oscar…” he giggled, “No.”
Pierre scoffed, “You underestimate him..I’ve seen it,” Pierre’s eyes unfocused, “He is always staring.”
Charles shrugged, throwing up a kurnell before catching it in his mouth, “Piccina is pretty…people always stare.”
Pierra shook his head sharply, “No…Oscar stares like he is trying to read her mind or something.. I’m telling you Charles, he is creepy.”
Charles waved him off, “Trust me. Oscar is the last person who would do something to piccina.”
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“I still think this is a bad idea..” Lando slurred as he took off his shirt lazily.
Max nodded in agreement, pulling up his suit pants, “Mhmm..” his head rolled back as he giggled, “Charles is going to blow up,” he made a boom sound.
“At least Oscar finally grew his balls and asked her out...” Lando giggled, looking over to where you and Oscar stood near the chapel. Oscar was adjusting your veil while you played with his tie.
“Does it count if they're both drunk?” Max asked.
Lando thought for a moment, “Maybe..”
After dragging Oscar down to the dance floor, you two found Max and Lando, who you both let know of your plans to get married. You only needed one of them (to be a witness) so you could legally get married. But they both insisted on joining you.
You and Oscar were going all out (as out as you could be with a notice of maybe forty minutes) and that included a dress, veil, and suits for Oscar and the groomsmen (Max and Lando)
“You look gorgeous..” Oscar sighed, gazing down into your eyes.
“You look good too,” You giggled, tightening and untightening his tie. Maybe it was the nerves of doing something so taboo, but you needed something to fidget with.
“Are you sure about this?” Oscar asked, looking behind as the Elvis priest started to set up his whole thing.
“Yeah..” you sighed. In another situation you would’ve never even brought up the conversation of you being lonely, much less getting married in a Vegas chapel, but you were completely out of it, and to be fair, so was Oscar, Max, and Lando.
Speaking of which, the two groomsmen made their way over to you, and patted Oscar on the shoulder, “It’s time.” Lando sang slightly, pushing Oscar to stand on the side of the Elvis priest. Lando followed after him.
Max grinned down at you, giving you, “You ready?” he giggled.
You beamed, wrapping your arm around him as ‘here comes the bride’ started playing softly.��Sure am!”
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There was something so scary about waking up in a room you didn't recognize.
The light was blinding, and it just made your hangover headache ten times worse. You groaned, squinting as you slowly sat up from the unrecognizable bed.
Panicked, you looked around the room–it was trashed, with bottles of wine, and bed sheets scattered everywhere. In terror you looked down at yourself, letting out a sigh of relief at the sight of your clothes still on your body. It was not your clothes, fitting at least five times too big, but still, you took that as a good sign.
Slowly you inched off the bed, and there you noticed there was someone else in the bed, face down, with his arms sprawled out. It was a man. You panicked for a moment, he couldn't be dead, could he?
Carefully, you walked around the bed and squatted to take a look at who it was, the sight made your stomach churn, "Oscar?" you whispered to yourself.
What were you doing in Oscar Piastri's room of all places?
Omg, had he kidnapped you? You laughed to yourself. No, it was more likely that you kidnapped him.
Shaking your head, you decided to leave, the horror it would be if anyone caught you leaving Oscar’s room, the media would go crazy, you’d have to figure this all out later. You stared at him for a small second before making your way to the room, accidentally crushing a piece of paper that lay on the ground.
You winced, turning to make sure the sound did not wake Oscar up, it didn't. With a sigh of relief, you tiptoed out of the room, missing the wedding dress that was neatly hung on the door.
As you stumbled through the hotel hallway, you felt all kinds of dirty. Yes, you still had clothes on, but that did not necessarily mean you two didn't do anything. Yikes. You just prayed that Charles hadn't heard anything about this.
It was in this moment that you thanked Carlos Sainz, their small fight was the reason Charles didn’t go out. It was more than likely he didnt see anything.
Taking your hotel room key out of your bra (safe keeping), you turned the corner of the hotel, gasping in horror at who you saw pacing up and down your room door. Your brother, Charles.
His head snapped up at the sound of the gasp, his eyes red and swollen. He did not waste any time running over to you, his pupils were wild as he scanned you up and down multiple times, he was rambling in French, making your head spin by the sheer volume of his voice.
You shushed him, squinting, "Charles.. calm down please."
He pulled you in a tight hug, "Calm down? How can I calm down! You disappeared and didn’t answer your phone, and I have to find out through Instagram that you got married!" Pause.
You pulled back from the hug, feeling the room spin, "What?" you whispered, although he didnt seem to hear you.
"And listen mon cœur, if you love him then it's okay. We're not mad—just, why didn't you tell us?" He looked down at you with a frown.
You shook your head violently, holding up a finger,
"No no, Charles, what are you talking about?" His sadness quickly turned to confusion, "You got married?"
Your eyes went comically wide, "What!?" you yelled, not caring about your volume.
Charles took a step back, "You disappeared all night and Max posted to social media pictures of your wedding being married. You.. don't remember?"
"No Charles I don't fucking remember!" you shouted in horror, patting yourself down for your phone, just your luck, it wasn't on you.
"Oh my god.." you groaned, shutting your eyes."What's wrong? You don't remember getting married to your secret boyfriend?"
You looked up at your brother blankly, "Charles, I don't have a secret boyfriend."
Charles tilted his head, slowly speaking, "...Then who did you marry?"
You chose not to answer, letting him piece the puzzle together himself.
"You got married to a stranger? What is wrong with you?”
"I was drunk!" you threw your arms up in defense.
"Oh, you were drunk!" Charles asked ironically, "I get drunk all the time and I don't get married to random strangers!"
"You act like I wanted this to happen!" You two bickered, not noticing the awkward Australian slowly making his way towards you two.
"Well, you don't seem as freaked out as you should be!" Charles shouted.
"I'm still processing this!" you whined, stomping your feet, just then you two heard a cough. You swiveled around only to come face to face with Oscar, his pale cheeks lit with fire, "Oscar," you smiled, nudging Charles.
Charles looked up at Oscar in confusion, giving him an unsure smile.
"Sorry to interrupt," Oscar rubbed the back of his neck, before presenting two items, your phone, and a piece of slightly crumbled paper,
You gasped, taking the phone with a smile, but before you could thank him, Charles spoke up,
"Why do you have her phone?" his voice was low, and no amusement was present.
You looked at Oscar with wide eyes, shaking your head slightly, Charles could not find out that you two had spent the night together, no way he would take that well.
With all the ruckus, you yourself hadn’t managed to piece the biggest puzzle together. Maybe if you were in a better headspace and realized that it was Oscar who you had drunkenly married, you would have stopped Oscar from even being near Charles.
Oscar swallowed thickly, blinking, before he could even mutter a word, the paper in his hands was ripped away. The panic was clear on his face, as he tried to reach for it, but to no avail.
You watched in confusion as Oscar clearly started to panic, you glanced back at your brother who was staring down at the piece of paper with never seen before anger.
"What is it?" you mumbled, looking down at his hands, it was a certificate, you slowly read it, dreadfulness morphing quickly.
This document certifies OSCAR JACK PIASTRI & Y/N LECLERC, were united in marriage in the LITTLE LAS VEGAS WEDDING CHAPEL.
Oh shit.
Charles glanced between you and Oscar, whose mouth was pressed tightly.
"You took advantage of my sister?" Charles whispered, and Oscar's eyes widened along with yours.
"No, Charles–" you tried, but Charles had already crumpled the marriage certificate and thrown it to the side.
"You took advantage of my sister?!" Charles yelled, and the next thing you knew, Charles was on top of Oscar, his fist landing on his beautiful face.
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100% Whipped : ̗̀➛ Lando Norris
summary: lando is happy to do just about anything for you, which the other drivers are more than happy to remind lando about too
Lando looked around in confusion as sniggers came from around the room, his fellow drivers all looked at him in disbelief, many shaking their heads as he spoke once again.
“There are other things we can talk about,” Max told him, smirking across at Lando opposite him. “We don’t constantly just have to talk about your girlfriend you know.”
Lando’s brows furrowed in confusion as several others nodded in agreement with Max. It was a habit of his, and one he didn’t realise he had either, but the rest of the boys were all too aware of just how much Lando loved to talk about you, to anyone who listened.
They couldn’t help but smile at how fondly Lando spoke of you, the way his smile turned up and his eyes got brighter whenever the conversation was about you. As much as they loved knowing that Lando was happy, they didn’t need telling quite as much as they currently were.
“I don’t just talk about her,” Lando argued, but as the others rolled their eyes, Lando wasn’t quite so confident that he didn’t talk about you as much as they all suggested.
Although he would never admit just how much he adored you, Lando knew that he had been falling hard for you. He loved to gush about you and make sure that everyone else got to see what he saw in you, how kind, caring and funny you were.
The rest of the paddock knew that anyway, but Lando liked to make extra sure that was the case with all of his stories about you.
“Every time she’s not at a race you sit and complain that she’s not there and how much you need her,” Oscar spoke up, “she’s all we talk about on a race weekend.”
“Or when she is there, you refuse to let her out of your sight because you want to make sure that she’s alright,” George added, smirking across at Lando, “you don’t let her lift a finger.”
More and more stories came out as the boys all interjected with the moments that they’d experienced with Lando, seeing firsthand just how in love with you he was.
“I’m just being a good boyfriend,” Lando tried to argue once they eventually fell silent, but even Lando was beginning to realise that he went above and beyond, constantly.
“I think you know how she’s going to spend her day better than she does,” Daniel responded, unable to hold back his laughter. “You used to tell me every day exactly what she was up to, almost as if you knew where she was minute by minute.”
“Really?” Lando asked in surprise, not realising quite how much attention to detail he paid when it came to what you were doing.
“You don’t even realise that you’re doing it half the time.”
Lando’s stature shrunk, sinking down in his seat. “I promise that I’m not as whipped as you guys all probably think I am, it’s not that bad.”
“You are,” Carlos stated, sending Lando a knowing look, “but I guess most of the time it is quite sweet.”
“Aside from the fact that you make the rest of us look like terrible boyfriends,” Charles added.
Lando struggled to hold back his smile, although it wasn’t a competition, he knew that the two of you were a popular couple around the paddock. He felt like he was the standard, showing the others how to take care of your girlfriend properly and not care about what anyone else had to say about it.
“I wonder if she realises how whipped you are for her or whether she’s just used to it all by now,” Oscar spoke up, looking pensively across at Lando.
“I think Y/N is just as whipped for him as Lando is for her,” Daniel very quickly argued, “you should’ve heard some of the conversations we had about him when I was on the team.”
A smile emerged on Lando’s face as some of the boys nodded in agreement again. They were used to listening to you talk about Lando just as much, talking through how amazing his races were time after time as if they hadn’t been there to experience it themselves.
“Would you guys like me to stop talking about Y/N so much?” Lando asked them all.
The group felt quite guilty as Lando stared seriously across at them all. They all knew that he meant it, glancing between themselves as their heads all shook back across at him.
“We’re only messing with you buddy,” George assured him, tapping against his shoulders, “maybe we just don’t need to know every single last detail about her.”
Lando nodded, smiling back across at George. “I’m sure I can tone it down a little bit, the last thing I need is you guys all thinking that I’m whipped.”
“Mate, we all definitely know that you are though.”
He could try to deny it all he wanted, but the boys all knew what he was like. It was something in him that they were never going to change, but as such a popular member of the team, it meant a lot to all of them to see how happy he was with you.
“Don’t even try and deny it,” Max called out as Lando went to speak again, “wear it with pride, some people would kill to have the sort of relationship that the two of you have.”
“Do you really think that?”
“Of course,” Max smiled back across at him, “you know we’re always going to find something to tease you about, you’re still very much the baby of the grid to all of us.”
It didn’t matter how old Lando was, the boys were all very protective of him, and as much as they took every chance to make fun of him, they’d never let anyone else say a bad word about him.
“You just continue to do you,” Carlos smiled as he met Lando’s eyes, “some of these guys are never going to even get a girlfriend, so at least you’ve got that over them at least.”
“None of you can ever mention this to her,” Lando told them all, “do you know how embarrassed she be knowing that you guys see us as whipped for one another.”
Just like Lando, you were very aware of how whipped he was for you, but if anyone suggested that you were whipped for him, then you would categorically deny it. You knew how much he’d do for you though, savouring the feeling of Lando willingly doing absolutely anything to support you.
“We’ll keep it between us,” Oscar promised him, “unless she keeps stealing the chocolate I keep in the garage for once the races are finished. If that carries on, I’m making no promises.”
“I’ll buy you more,” Lando assured him, “just don’t tell her how whipped I am, or how whipped you guys seem to think that I might be.”
“Just admit it,” Charles laughed, brushing a hand through his hair. “Admit that you’re whipped for her, it’s not like we don’t already know it already.”
“Will you leave me alone if I say it?” Lando asked them all.
“We promise to leave you alone for the rest of the night.”
“Fine, I am 100% whipped for my girlfriend.”
˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗
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Little Alonso when she comes to the paddock and everything’s normal but Lando realized suddenly she’s warm and feels sick, it’ll be cute all the drivers making sure she’s okayy
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Sick days
The paddock buzzed with excitement as fans crowded the track, drivers rushed through their schedules, and the teams hustled to prepare for the Grand Prix. Among all this action, a small whirlwind of energy darted from garage to garage, spreading smiles wherever she went. Four-year-old Yn was having the time of her life, her bright giggles filling the air as she explored the paddock, holding her plushie tightly in one hand.
“Yn! Careful!” Fernando called after her as she dashed away from him yet again. He shook his head, unable to suppress a fond smile as she ducked behind a wall of mechanics.
“Is that her fifth lap around the paddock?” Carlos teased, stepping up beside Fernando.
“Fifth? More like tenth,” Fernando replied. “She has more energy than a full grid on softs.”
Nearby, Lando was leaning against his team’s garage wall, sipping water. He looked up just in time to see Yn sprint toward him, her little face lighting up when she spotted him.
“Lando!” she cried, throwing her arms wide.
“Whoa, hey there, Yn!” he said, crouching just in time to catch her. She collided into him with all her tiny strength, wrapping her arms around his neck.
But as soon as he hugged her, Lando felt something off. She was warmer than usual—too warm. Pulling back slightly, he looked at her pale, flushed face. Her breathing was still heavy, and her tiny frame trembled against him.
“Yn, are you okay?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern. He pressed his hand against her forehead, his eyes widening at how hot her skin felt.
“You’re burning up,” he murmured. “Carlos! Come here for a second.”
Carlos, who had been chatting with some engineers nearby, jogged over. “What’s up?”
“I think she’s sick,” Lando said, adjusting Yn in his arms so she could rest her head on his shoulder. “Feel her forehead.”
Carlos leaned down, brushing Yn’s damp hair aside. His expression turned serious the moment his palm touched her skin.
“She’s definitely got a fever,” he confirmed. “Fernando’s going to lose it if he sees her like this.”
“She said she wanted to run,” Yn murmured softly, her voice weaker now. “I wanted to see everything.”
Lando’s heart clenched at how exhausted she sounded. “Alright, little troublemaker,” he said gently, “no more running for now. Let’s get you comfy.”
Together, Lando and Carlos carried her into Lando’s driver room, where the air-conditioning was a welcome relief. Lando grabbed a blanket from the corner and wrapped it around Yn, tucking her plushie securely in her arms. She leaned against him without protest, which only made him more worried.
Oscar peeked his head in. “What’s going on? Why does Yn look like she just did a triathlon?”
“She’s sick,” Carlos explained. “Fever, pale, tired. Typical ‘I’ve been running around all day’ symptoms.”
Oscar frowned. “Does she need a doctor?”
“Not yet,” Lando said, rocking Yn gently as her breathing began to even out. “But we need to keep her hydrated and resting. Can you grab some juice or water?”
“On it,” Carlos said, heading out.
“I’ll stay with her,” Oscar volunteered. He rummaged through his bag, pulling out a children’s book he always carried for his little niece. “Yn, do you want me to read to you?”
Yn’s eyes fluttered open, and she gave him a small nod. “Story?”
Oscar smiled, flipping to the first page. “It’s about a bear who goes on an adventure. Sound good?”
She nodded again, nestling closer to Lando, who tightened the blanket around her.
Carlos returned with a juice box and handed it to Lando. “Try to get her to drink a little.”
“Yn, can you take a sip for me?” Lando asked, holding the straw to her lips. She drank a few small sips before leaning back into him, her plushie hugged tightly to her chest.
Fernando finally walked in after finishing his media obligations, his sharp eyes immediately landing on Yn. His face softened with worry. “What happened?”
“She got sick from running around,” Lando explained. “We’ve got her resting now.”
Fernando crouched in front of them, brushing Yn’s hair gently. “Mi pequeña, why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”
“I wanted to play,” she whispered.
Fernando sighed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’ve had your fun, but now it’s time to rest, okay?”
Yn nodded sleepily, her eyelids drooping. Fernando looked at the three drivers and gave them a small smile of gratitude. “Thank you for taking care of her.”
“She’s part of the paddock family,” Lando said, his voice soft as he adjusted the blanket around Yn again. “We’ve got her.”
As Oscar continued reading, Carlos passed Lando a pillow to support Yn’s head, and Fernando pulled up a chair to sit beside them. Yn might have overdone it today, but with her paddock uncles doting on her, she was already on the mend.
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the grid: dealing with your childhood stuffed animal!
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featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Franco Colapinto, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Charles LeClerc, Carlos Sainz, Arthur LeClerc, Ollie Bearman, Max Verstappen, Paul Aron, Jack Doohan.
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Oscar Piastri: cutie pie
Bro is a gentleman through and through
He will tuck it in
He always grabs it if it falls of the bed
When he washes it he calls it a ‘spa day’
Cutie patootie
During sex he does usually push it off the bed, but he puts them back after. (he understands it doesn't want to see that).
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Lando Norris: drama queen
Could he complain more?
He’s not even that jealous of it, he just doesn’t like when you’re cuddling with it instead of him.
When you do that, he will cling to you like his life depends on it, sighing and groaning every time you laugh at him.
“Wow, I wish I had someone who could hold me right now, too bad you’re busy cheating on me..”
Drama queen.
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George Russell: tentative
He’s friendly with it, but he’s not its biggest fan.
When he came into your room for the first time, he was quite startled by it.
But he’s grown to appreciate it.
He knows all its name for sure, and when he’s putting it back, he puts them with its ‘friends’
(Bro has made up story lines in his head about it and your other teddies).
Definitely got the stuffed-teddy version of himself that Mercedes has and gave it to you.
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Lewis Hamilton: chill guy
He’s chill with it.
He doesn’t make it a big deal, but sometimes if Roscoe isn’t in the room, he’ll talk to it about you while you're taking ages to get ready.
Like pretending it can hear him and complaining like a sassy man.
You almost always throw a pillow at both of them.
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Kimi Antonelli: confused but supportive
Supportive, but he doesn’t really get it.
He likes it, but when it ends up on the floor, he’s not immediately picking it up to take care of it.
He does take lots of photos of it when you’re away.
It becomes his buddy when you have to travel, he brings it everywhere.
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Alex Albon: very much into it
Bro understands
He also has one.
They’re also in love.
When you both have to go away, you send each other pictures of your stuffed animals ‘missing’ each other.
That’s what happens when you date someone for a long time.
Cringe shit.
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Logan Sargeant: complainer!
Supportive, but will shove it off the bed every night.
When you go looking for it, he’ll whine about “You have me right here!”
Which never ends well.
He ends up on the other side of the bed with a pillow between the two of you.
But he always sneaks back over.
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Franco Colapinto: gossip over anything
Again, supportive but confused.
At the beginning he was like ‘that’s for kids’, but when he sees how much joy and comfort it brings you, he changes his tune.
He loves that thing.
Like Lewis, NO.1 gossip partner when you’re taking ages to get ready.
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Daniel Riccardo: IT’S A PART OF THE FAMILY
Treats it like your child.
Brings it everywhere with you
Even jokingly ra children buggy for it.
Made an Énchante design with it on it.
Loves it.
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Liam Lawson: menace to society
His no.1 enemy.
Hates it.
Hates that it gets more attention than him.
Cannot stand it.
Literally fights it.
Throws it away from you at any chance he gets.
He is a menace.
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Charles LeClerc: hot and cold
He’s on the fence with it.
Sometimes they’re on good terms, sometimes he chucks it across the room.
Will cuddle you and push the teddy away sometimes but will also go and find it for you if you need it.
Duality of man!
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Carlos Sainz: liar
Literally makes fun of you for it, despite loving it himself.
He will bring it on bike rides and all that shit, only to take pictures of it for you.
But the second you start looking for it.
“Aren’t you a bit old for that?”
And every time you remind him that he takes it on bike rides, to which he responds “only for you!” which always ends up in a play fight of some sorts where you both are trying to get the stuffy.
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Arthur LeClerc: beginning of his villain arc
He hates the damn thing.
He will hide it.
He will take it.
He doesn’t care.
He hates it.
Every fibre of his being hates it, only because you treat it like him.
You tuck it in, cuddle it, always have it close.
He is so jealous.
When you kiss it?
He actually screams.
He demands like 5x more kisses than whatever it got.
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Ollie Bearman: ummmm
Supportive, but also kind of tough-guy about it.
“You don’t need that, you have me”
Rolls his eyes when you ask him to go find it because you know he hid it and you’re already comfy in bed.
Goes and grabs it anyways
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Max Verstappen: passive aggression!
He’s fine with it.
Chill but not the biggest fan.
Doesn't hide it or anything, just make passive aggressive comments when you cuddle it instead of him
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Paul Aron: he is a father
Cutie patootie
He again, treats it like your child.
Takes it away with him sometimes.
Takes photos of it, and with it all the time.
The teddy had gone on many a boys night, all of them taking photos with it.
You have the entire F2 grid holding it for photos with Paul.
Even fans know about it and love it.
Brought it to the FIA gala and took photos on the red carpet with it since you couldn’t be there.
It has become a legend in the F1 community so even the team principals and drivers asked to be in photos with it.
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Jack Doohan: thief!
Would rather die than admit that he love sit
Hides it, complains about it
But secretly would kill for it.
You find him cuddling with it sometimes.
He takes it on trips as a ‘reminder of you’, but you know it’s actually because he likes it a lot.
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PR Nightmare Two || F1/F2
type :: crack
tw/cw :: pee (carlos), sexual jokes (charles, oscar), watersports (lando), small smut (lando), mpreg (lando, oscar), bear fucking (ollie), necrophilia (ollie),
contains :: carlos, charles, lando, oscar, max, ollie, paul
summary :: driver!reader is the driver's teammate which is awesome! except the fact that you're a fucking pr disater who can't shut your mouth. platonic or romantic !
xmas celly here! || f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist
Carlos Sainz | 55
After moving to Williams, Carlos was terrified that you and him wouldn't click. But was quickly proven wrong as you were extremely open despite just meeting him. He knew everything about you... Too much...
Yet again, you were trapped in an interview that was seemingly never-ending. This interview was live on Sky Sports, meaning you both had to be extra careful and stay on for much longer than usual. Although Carlos was tired, you weren't. Yapping would have been your full time job if it wasn't for your skills in Formula.
"What is a secret you haven't told each other?" The interviewer asks, expecting something along the lines of 'I ate your ice-cream once' or 'I hate when you wear crocs'. Carlos was going to reply with something similar to that but you quickly jumped in.
"I wanna pee in the ice bath so bad" You said with a desperate tone, as if you were grieving the pain of not being able to bathe in your own piss. Carlos looked at you in shock.
"What?!" He asked, his shock turning to laughter to help cope. "But you never did right...?"
"Of course not holy shit." You say, disgusted he would think so lowly of you. "But I wanna see how my pee would react the muscle-relaxants and ice and shit. Like what if I become the Hulk but yellow-"
Quickly the camera were cut and the live stream ended before you could say more. You ruined an entire live stream with over 20,000 live viewers. From that moment, Carlos knew you two would be perfect together on this team.
Charles Leclerc | 16
Doing small interviews didn't bother Charles that much. He didn't mind talking and his fanbase was lovely. But once you became his new teammate at Ferrari, interviews were now 10 times more fun.
"Did you guys have any embarrassing childhood crushes?" The interviewer asked, finally giving you both non-racing related questions.
"Oh yes!" Charles said, excited to talk about himself. "Definitely Kristen Stewart haha! Not very embarrassing, but I did watch Twilight just for her."
"That's so valid" You said relaxed, "I think mine was probably 9."
Both Charles and the interviewer looked extremely confused. "From what show...?" The interviewer asked, assuming it was something like the Umbrella Academy or Stranger Things.
Now you were confused as well, "Huh? There's no show." You repeated yourself. "9, as in the number... Like the circle and line."
"Oh..." The interviewer said, trying their best to find a way to segway this into the next question but they were cut off by Charles.
"No way," Charles said, "Maybe! MAYBE I could understand the number 8 but 9???" Now the interviewer was completely lost. "At least 8 has curves and a body, what does 9 have?"
"I know he's packin" You said with a grin "That little curved tail, curved UPWARDS? And the-"
Cameras off. Interviewers cutting you off. And Charles was deeply interested... This clip launches your duo name: Eight Eat Nine
Lando Norris | 04
"How are you helping (Y/N) adjust to being a new Papaya!" The interviewer asked innocently. Little did she know how much Lando has been enduring with you. Thankfully he recored it all and there would be a video posted to Youtube soon.
"Awful." Lando says before chuckling, almost more like a nervous break down chuckle. "Every day is hell with em' here."
"What???" The interviewer asked, thinking she got first-hand access to the newest gossip on the grid. "Did something happen?"
"YEAH." Lando said, simply nodding, not having the guts to say what you did. Thankfully, but not very thankfully to Lando, you walked into the interview after overhearing it.
"Yeah, what DID I do?" You ask, almost sounding threatening. "Don't make me show you again."
After weeks passed and rumors were rampant online. Rumors about you blackmailing him, overthrowing his family's business, kicking him out of Mclaren, and so so many more extreme rumors that you both were laughing at. Lando finally edited and posted his newest Youtube video: "Reading Fanfiction with (Y/N)!?"
Despite the thumbnail seeming like you two would be reading fan-fiction shipping you both together, instead, you found the most vile, borderline dark content, gay fics of Lando with a variety of drivers.
Thus, explaining the odd dynamic between you two. In reality, you both were perfectly fine and closer than ever. But you just wanted to play up the drama in order to rack up some views and tweets. It was awful for the PR team, but to you guys: it was funny.
Oscar Piastri | 81
oscarpiastri: got a tan and a new helmet: ready to destroy the next half of the 25' season! @.mclaren
→ yourusername: finish taking that shirt off. now.
→ yourusername: take off your pants too while your at it.
⎯→ user 01: OH MY GOD (Y/N)?????? UNDER A MCLAREN TAGGED POST TOO????
→ user 02: they're never ever going to beat the dating accusations
⎯→ yourusername: we're about to be dating once he comes home
→ user 03: thought i was a freak but (y/n)... u can have him
→ yourusername: my lovely wonder-bread, bend over for me.
⎯→ user 04: i thought this was a joke about his name sounding like pastry but she's just calling him white, isnt she
⎯→ user 05: that's her precious white chocolate delight
→ yourusername: gonna get ur fine ass pregnant
→ yourusername: raw. next question.
⎯→ user 06: i can't tell if she's tiktok typa horny or tumblr typa horny
⎯→ user 07: definitely tumblr...
No image. I'm not searching this shit up again.
Max Verstappen | 01
Tiktok is something Max tries to stay away from. Not that he hates the app, he'd just rather do something else with his time. But you, the newest and youngest driver on the grid, loved Tiktok. You were basically the marketing for Redbull despite your out of pocket videos at times.
And that included you coming up with the idea to have Max react to fans posts. An innocent idea that Max didn't mind filming content for, after all, he loved his fans. But you quickly were going to make him doubt that.
You were smart, showing him innocent tiktoks first. Fan art, cool edits, and even analysis on his best drives. As the video was coming to an end, you brought up the trend where drivers were compared to a food and a quote.
Often times Max was compared to a key lime pie, bell pepper, or an energy drink. But you then showed him THE strawberry slideshow. You knew what the ending was.
"Oh strawberry!" Max said, excited to finally get a sweet themed item. But as he swiped and saw the strawberries then coated with white chocolate, obviously implying something, he jumped back and gasped. "OH!!! Well, I didn't... I didn't expect that."
While you were dying, already posting it - he was traumatized.
Oliver Bearman | 87
Interviews were fun between you both, fans always loved it. Mainly because both of you can't keep your mouth shut. The only way to make your interviews even worse is to get Franco to join in with you guys.
But unlike Ollie's sassy comments, you asked stupid questions. Butt fuck stupid questions. Which Ollie always took serious. Think of Tom Holland answering the question about him "faking" being British or Theo Von's podcast vibes. It was the dumb American x understanding Brit duo.
So when you both were forced to create a "podcast" for Prema, aka a race preview, you both took full advantage of this time. You were supposed to be just folding laundry, but almost nothing got folded. It was just yapping and yapping.
"I got a question," You say, attempting to fold a shirt but doing awful at it.
"Hmm?" Ollie replied, picking up the shirt you just folded and undoing it. Only to fold it properly himself.
"Why is your name Bearman?" You ask. "Cause like, I know British people got like, My Little Pony names. Like how people named Smith's were blacksmiths and stuff."
"Oh well," Ollie paused to think, "I dunno actually. It's from my great grandpa so."
"Did he fuck a bear or something?" You ask, nonchalantly while Ollie instantly is confused. "Cause lowkey, back in the day I bet Bearman was a slur."
"No..." Ollie hesitated, "I highly doubt my grandpa fucked a bear. I think we probably just hunted bears-"
"So you're a family of necrophiles?" You shake your head, "That's just wrong man."
"I never said that-"
Paul Aron | 17
paularon_: Went for a run, in Italy, with a film camera🇮🇹🎥
→ yourusername: is it say yes to the dress or say yes to the SLUT???
→ yourusername: is this your soft launch for your only fans?
⎯→ user 01: i'd so buy it tbh
→ yourusername: pepemartiofficial kimi.antonelli olliebearman jakcrawford_ zane.maloney isackhadjar dennis_hauger
⎯→ paularon_: why are you @ ing the whole grid
⎯→ yourusername: to slut shame you
→ pepemartiofficial: did you lose your shirt over the summer?
→ olliebearman: go eat a burger (save somes baddies for the rest of us)
→ jakcrawford_: we get it, ur buff with a huge dick
⎯→ user 02:: how do u know that…
⎯→ yourusername: I can vouch for
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⎯→ yourusername: I don’t even think mines will fit him
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White Horse - Chapter 13: February 2024 - Part 2
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Isabelle Leclerc (Original Character)
Summary:
Max Verstappen is a World Champion. Isabelle Leclerc is invisible.
She watched her family give up everything for Charles’ career—Arthur’s karting, their father’s savings, even her childhood horse. She understood. She never asked for more.
But Max does. He notices the things no one else does, listens when no one else will, and puts her first in ways she never imagined. With him, she isn’t an afterthought—she’s a choice. And for the first time, she realizes she doesn’t have to be invisible.
Warnings and Notes:
we have now moved on from Charles bashing to bashing his whole family, Discussions of toxic past relationships, talk about loosing a childhood pet, toxic families, Me trying to write therapy sessions.
As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble
Group Chat: HELP ME
(Members: Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri, Daniel Ricciardo, Carlos Sainz, Lewis Hamilton)
Lando: ok wait, are we sending flowers??
Oscar: flowers seem good
Daniel: FLOWERS YES but like what KIND of flowers
Lando: nothing too funeral Lando: nothing too romantic Lando: nothing too "you almost died but like in a chill way"
Lewis: you guys are the worst crisis team I’ve ever seen
Oscar: YOU’RE IN THIS TOO LEWIS
Lewis: i’m saying it with love.
Daniel: ok no roses…roses feel wrong
Carlos: no lilies either, too funeral
Lando: sunflowers??
Oscar: too happy Oscar: feels like "yay you survived!" party energy
Daniel: small soft bouquet?
Lewis: yeah Lewis: something like daisies Lewis: baby’s breath Lewis: stuff that feels gentle
Oscar: Lewis Hamilton out here secretly a florist
Lando: I KNEW IT
Lewis: I just have better taste than you idiots.
Carlos: confirmed.
Daniel: ok so like gentle happy survival flowers
Oscar: can we also send cookies?
Lando: yesssssssss
Lewis: i’m ordering them now Lewis: no glitter. Lewis: no weird colors. Lewis: keep it simple.
Daniel: who’s writing the card???
Lando: "Dear Belle: Sorry the world is trash. Love, some idiots who are rooting for you."
Oscar: perfect.
Carlos: send it.
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Text Messages: Daniel Ricciardo & Max Verstappen
Daniel: Hey mate. Daniel: Just heard from Lewis what happened last night. Daniel: Wanted to check — is Belle okay?
Max: Yeah. Mild concussion. Some bruises. They kept her overnight for observation. She’s home now. Resting.
Daniel: Fuck, man. Daniel: I’m glad she’s alright. Daniel: That must’ve been scary as hell.
Max: It was.
Daniel: If you need anything. Daniel: Or if she needs anything. Daniel: You know — groceries, errands, new car — whatever. Daniel: We’re all around.
Max: Appreciate it. Thanks, mate.
Daniel: Seriously, anything. Daniel: Give her a hug from all of us, yeah? We’ll send flowers. Oscar insisted on Cookies too.
Max: I’ll tell her. She’ll appreciate it.
Daniel: Good. Tell her we’re all thinking about her. ***
Leclerc Family Group Chat
(Members: Arthur, Isabelle, Charles, Lorenzo and Pascale)
Arthur: Hey, can you grab croissants on your way over?
Charles: And coffee. Please.
Lorenzo: Maman needs flowers for her lunch today.
Pascale: Isabelle, mon ange, if you have time, could you pick up some things from the market?
Isabelle: Yeah, no. Can’t. I was in a car accident last night.
Arthur: ???
Charles: WHAT.
Lorenzo: What do you mean you were in a car accident???
Arthur: This better not be a joke.
Isabelle: I’m fine. A drunk driver ran a red light and hit me. I spent the night in the hospital for observation, but I’m okay.
Pascale: WHY AM I ONLY HEARING ABOUT THIS NOW?
Arthur: Yeah, kinda rude to just drop that on us.
Isabelle: EXCUSE ME???
Charles: Were you driving too fast?
Isabelle: NO.
Arthur: Were you on your phone?
Isabelle: IT WASN’T MY FAULT.
Lorenzo: But are you sure you weren’t distracted?
Isabelle: I swear to God.
Charles: Okay, okay. Do you need anything?
Isabelle: Just rest.
Arthur: Sooo… no croissants?
Isabelle: ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW.
Arthur: Just asking.
Pascale: Isabelle, you should have told me immediately.
Isabelle: It was the middle of the night!
Lorenzo: You still could have texted.
Charles: Next time, at least let us know sooner.
Isabelle: Next time??? Do you think I PLAN to get hit by a car???
Arthur: …so that’s a no on the croissants?
***
Isabelle was curled up on their couch, a blanket over her lap, her hair still a little messy from sleep and bruises peeking out from under the neckline of his hoodie. She was nursing a cup of tea when Max came in from the kitchen with her breakfast.
“Here,” he said softly, setting the tray in front of her. “Eat something.”
She smiled up at him, touched. “Thank you.”
He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, but as he sat next to her, she noticed his eyes drift toward her phone, still open to the Leclerc family group chat.
Max squinted.
“What’s that?” he asked, his tone already shifting.
Isabelle blinked. “Oh. Just my brothers being… them.”
Max, already suspicious, plucked the phone gently from her lap before she could stop him.
Scrolled. Read.
And then he went absolutely still.
When she finally looked at him, his entire body was tight with anger. Not explosive. Not loud.
Cold. Sharp. Deadly.
“They’re asking about croissants?” Max said, voice low and dangerous. “After you spent the night in the hospital?”
Isabelle opened her mouth. Closed it. Shrugged helplessly.
Max stood up abruptly, pacing a few steps across the living room like he needed to physically shake off the fury vibrating through him.
“They’re angry at you?” Max said incredulously. “For not calling them? After you got fucking hit by a drunk driver?”
Isabelle flinched. Not because he was yelling — he wasn’t. Max’s voice had dropped into that awful, simmering tone he only used when he was one second from completely losing it.
“They’re blaming you?” he said, his voice rising just slightly, like he couldn't believe the words as they left his mouth. "Like you did something wrong?"
"It’s not that bad," Isabelle said automatically.
Max spun to face her. His expression was something brutal and raw. "Don't," he snapped. "Don't defend them."
Isabelle curled tighter into herself, clutching the tea like it was a shield.
"They don’t mean it like that," she said weakly.
Max crossed the room in three strides, crouching in front of her again, his hands gentle even when his voice wasn’t.
"Belle," he said, fierce and low. "You could have died. You could have been killed. And their first reaction was to demand coffee and flowers and fucking croissants? To scold you like a child?"
Isabelle looked down, her throat burning.
Max caught her chin lightly, forcing her to meet his eyes.
"You are not their errand girl," he said, every word knife-edged. "You are not an afterthought. You are not disposable."
Tears slipped down her cheeks before she could stop them.
Max’s face softened instantly.
He pulled her into his arms, holding her so tightly she could barely breathe — but she didn't want to breathe anywhere else anyway.
Max let out a breath through his nose, still fuming. “Next time something happens, you tell me before you tell them. Actually—just always tell me first.”
“I did.”
That made him pause.
She looked up at him, soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “You were the first and only person I called.”
The fight in Max deflated just a little. His jaw relaxed, and his shoulders slumped as he wrapped an arm around her, pulling her close.
“Good,” he murmured. “Because I’ll never make you explain why your pain is valid.”
Isabelle pressed a kiss to his jaw, and despite the aches and bruises, she felt lighter somehow. Safer. Seen.
Max kissed the top of her head again, his voice low against her hair.
***
Text Messages: Sebastian Vettel & Max Verstappen
Sebastian: Hey, Max. I heard about what happened in Monaco. Isabelle okay?
Max: ... How do you—
Sebastian: Lewis.
Max: Of course.
Sebastian: He didn’t say much. Just that it was bad. And that you were with her. I figured I should check in.
Max: She’s alright. Concussion. Bruises. Scared the hell out of me, but she’s recovering. Resting at home now.
Sebastian: Good. I’m glad she’s safe. And I’m glad she has you.
Max: Thanks. Really.
Sebastian: Brave of you, keeping it from Charles. Man’s got a temper.
Max: So do I.
Sebastian: 😅 Fair enough. Sebastian: But seriously — that’s not an easy line to walk. Sebastian: Keeping something that important private.
Max: It’s not about him. It’s about her. She’s not ready for them to know. I’ll wait until she is. Whatever it takes.
Sebastian: Good. You’re doing the right thing. Sebastian: (And honestly... I don’t think Charles deserves to know until she’s ready to make him see her properly.)
Max: Agreed.
Sebastian: If you need anything — if she does — let me know. Tell her I’m thinking of her.
Max: I will. She’ll appreciate that. She always liked you, you know.
Sebastian: I like her, too. Always thought she was the strongest Leclerc. Even if no one noticed.
Max: I noticed.
Sebastian: I know. That’s why she’s with you.
***
Text Messages: Max Verstappen & Emilie Abadie
Max: Hey. Wanted you to hear it from me. Belle was in a car accident last night. Drunk Driver T-boned her.
Emilie: WHAT. Emilie: WHAT DO YOU MEAN. Emilie: IS SHE OKAY???
Max: She’s okay. Bruised, mild concussion. No serious injuries. She’s home now. Resting.
Emilie: Max. You can’t just DROP that on me. I nearly had a heart attack.
Max: Sorry. Didn’t want you finding out through someone else.
Emilie: Thank you for telling me. Is she... really okay? I mean, really?
Max: She’s shaken. But the Volvo did it’s job. It could be so much worse.
Emilie: Good. Emilie: Protect her, Max. Or I’ll break your kneecaps. (With love.)
Max: Would expect nothing less from you.
***
Text Messages: Isabelle Leclerc & Emilie Abadie
Emilie: ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW.
Isabelle: Hi??
Emilie: DON'T "hi" me. Emilie: I just found out you were in a CAR CRASH??? Emilie: A drunk driver hit you?? Emilie: AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME???
Isabelle: I was going to... Isabelle: I just didn’t want to worry you. I’m okay. Isabelle: Bruises, concussion. That’s it. I promise.
Emilie: Isabelle. Emilie: You’re literally my favorite human being on this planet. Emilie: You do not get to almost die and then not tell me.
Isabelle: 🥺
Isabelle: I’m sorry. Isabelle: I really am. Isabelle: It was just a lot last night. And Max was already there and—
Emilie: WAIT. Emilie: Max was there?? Emilie: You called him first???
Isabelle: ... Yeah.
Emilie: 😭😭😭😭 Emilie: Okay. Fine. Emilie: At least SOMEONE was looking after you. Emilie: (Still a little bit furious tho.)
Isabelle: I deserve that. I’m sorry.
Emilie: You are not allowed to apologize for getting hit by a drunk driver you absolute gremlin. Emilie: I’m just glad you’re okay. Emilie: (And also kinda glad Max is apparently ready to physically fight Monaco if needed.)
Isabelle: He’s very serious about it 😅
Emilie: Good. Emilie: You deserve people who take your safety personally. Emilie: And you deserve better than people who think you should apologize for surviving.
Isabelle: 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 Love you.
Emilie: Love you more, Belle. Emilie: See you soon. Emilie: (Also, Max better share the couch or I will fight him.)
Isabelle: 😂 I’ll warn him.
***
Text Messages: Max Verstappen & Victoria Verstappen
Max: Hey. Need to tell you something.
Victoria: Everything okay??
Max: Yeah. Now it is. Max: Belle was in a car accident. Drunk driver hit her.
Victoria: WHAT. Is she okay????
Max: Yeah. Concussion. Some bruises. She’s home now. Safe.
Victoria: Oh my god. Max. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?
Max: Took a few years off my life. But yeah. Better now.
Victoria: I can’t even imagine. Seeing something like that happen to someone you love... Victoria: I remember when you crashed in Silverstone…For a moment it just…that feeling. That helplessness. Like the world could just... rip the person you love away from you at any second. I know what that feels like.
Max: Yeah. Exactly that. One second everything’s normal. Max: Next second you’re standing in a hospital room wondering how you’re supposed to keep breathing if they don’t.
Max: Feels like everything inside me cracked open at once. Max: I’m never letting anything happen to her again. Max: I don’t care what I have to do.
Victoria: You can’t protect her from everything, Maxie. I wish we could. But you’re doing the most important thing already. You’re there. You love her. You make her feel safe. That’s more than enough.
Max: Sometimes it doesn’t feel like enough.
Victoria: It always feels like that when you really love someone. It’s the cost. But it’s worth it.
Victoria: She’s lucky to have you. And you’re lucky to have her.
Max: I know.
Victoria: Give her a hug from me. And Max?
Max: Yeah?
Victoria: Give yourself a little grace too. You’re allowed to be scared. You’re allowed to love her that much.
Max: Thanks, Vic.
Victoria: Always.
***
The apartment was dim and warm, the only light coming from the small lamp in the corner. One cat was sprawled across Max’s legs, purring softly; the other had wedged itself stubbornly against the arm of the couch.
It was quiet, comfortable — but Max barely noticed.
He was too busy keeping an eye on the hallway, listening for any sound of her.
Isabelle finally padded into the living room, wearing one of his hoodies and soft pajama shorts, her hair damp from a shower. She carried a mug of chamomile tea between her hands like it was a lifeline.
Max’s chest tightened when he saw the bruises — angry marks along her collarbone, a purple smear near her temple just so peeking out from underneath the bandage that covered her stitches — but she looked a little better.
Softer around the edges.
Steadier.
She settled in beside him without hesitation, leaning lightly into his side.
“Hey,” she said, voice gentle and tired but still teasing, still her. “What are we doing for Valentine’s Day tonight?”
Max blinked down at her like she had asked him if he wanted to fight a bull barehanded.
He set the remote down and turned fully toward her.
“Nothing,” he said firmly. “You’re resting.”
Belle blinked, surprised. “Nothing?”
“You got out of the hospital this morning, Schatje,” Max said, brushing his knuckles carefully along her jaw. “You’re bruised, concussed, exhausted. You’re not putting on a dress or pretending you have the energy for anything.”
She smiled sheepishly. “I wasn’t thinking restaurant. I was thinking… I don’t know. Candlelight? Dessert? A dumb rom-com?”
Max’s heart softened instantly.
“That’s different,” he murmured. “That I can work with.”
For a moment, there was a lull — the safe kind — until Belle sighed quietly and looked down at her tea.
“I’m sorry I ruined it,” she said.
Max froze.
“What?” he asked, sharper than he meant to.
“Valentine’s,” she said, voice even quieter now. “We were supposed to have a real night. You always say you don’t care about this stuff, but you still try. And instead, I ended up in a hospital bed, and you had to spend the night watching me sleep in an awful chair.”
Max blinked at her.
Once.
Twice.
Then, without a word, he took the mug gently from her hands and set it on the table.
“Belle,” he said, low and serious, “you are absolutely insane.”
She frowned. “That’s not—”
Max cupped her face in both hands, his touch achingly tender, like he thought she might break if he wasn’t careful.
He looked at her like she had just split the world open and made everything new again.
“You didn’t ruin anything,” he said, voice rough with the force of it. “You scared the hell out of me. That’s all. The only thing — the only thing — I cared about yesterday was that you were still breathing.”
Belle blinked, stunned.
Max leaned forward, resting his forehead gently against hers.
“You’re here,” he whispered. “You’re breathing. You’re safe. That’s all I want.”
Belle closed her eyes tightly, a tear slipping free before she could stop it.
“I just wanted it to be special,” she mumbled.
Max pulled back just enough to see her face, his thumbs brushing lightly along her jaw.
“It is special,” he said, fierce and quiet. “You’re here. You’re with me. There’s nothing more special than that.”
He exhaled hard, trying to keep himself steady, but the fear — the pictures his mind supplied, of her bleeding and dazed in that broken car — hadn’t really left him.
“You could have died, Belle,” he said, voice shaking despite himself. “And if you think I give a fuck about Valentine’s Day after that—”
He broke off, swallowing hard.
“You’re sitting here apologizing because I didn’t get to give you overpriced flowers and a chocolate box?” Max shook his head, breathing out a shaky laugh that was half disbelief, half heartbreak.
Belle let out a breathy laugh too, her voice cracking.
“Well, when you say it like that, I sound ridiculous.”
“You are ridiculous,” Max said fondly, his voice dropping to something unbearably soft as he kissed her forehead.
“You’re my Valentine every goddamn day, Belle. You don’t have to do anything except be here.”
And as he tucked her into his side, wrapping an arm around her, Max made himself a quiet, blistering promise:
Whatever it takes — he would make sure she always had a safe place to land.
***
Alexandra Saint Mleux had always loved Valentine’s Day.
Not for the grand gestures, not for the over-the-top declarations, but for the little things.
The small, specific ways Charles made her feel seen every year.
Last year, it had been a bracelet with a tiny charm that matched a doodle she'd made in a notebook once.
It was never about the price or the spectacle.
It was the way Charles remembered the quiet parts of her — the parts no one else seemed to notice.
Which was why she knew, before he even handed her the gift this year, that something was... off.
The box was beautiful — simple, elegant, wrapped in gold paper. But when she opened it, it was a generic necklace. Pretty, but impersonal.
Something anyone could have picked out of a catalog.
Charles was smiling at her expectantly, the way he always did, waiting for her reaction.
And she smiled back — because she loved him, because she didn't want to ruin it — but a small, quiet ache bloomed in her chest.
It wasn't about the necklace.
It was about the feeling that something had slipped, unnoticed, between them.
They went out for dinner after — a cozy little restaurant tucked away from the paparazzi, candles flickering between them — but even there, Charles seemed... distracted.
Tense in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
It wasn’t until dessert, when she asked casually about his family, that she got a piece of the puzzle.
"Isabelle was in a car accident," Charles said offhandedly, swirling the last of his espresso.
Alexandra's heart stuttered. "Oh my God — is she okay?"
He shrugged, too casual. "It was just a little fender bender. Nothing serious. She’s fine."
Alexandra frowned slightly. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," Charles said, waving it off. "She said she was fine."
He didn’t elaborate. Didn’t offer any more.
And Alexandra — who had seen the way Isabelle seemed to fold herself smaller whenever the family swirled too loudly around her — felt that same ache twist sharper.
Something told her Belle wouldn’t have made a fuss even if she wasn’t fine.
Something told her that Charles hadn’t really looked.
She said nothing, just smiled and let Charles change the subject back to racing, back to schedules, back to anything but the sister who maybe, just maybe, needed him to see her.
Alexandra tucked the necklace back into its box when she got home that night.
It was beautiful.
It just wasn’t quite hers.
***
The apartment smelled like coffee and something sweet.
Max had gotten up early — not because he was particularly good at mornings, or baking — but because Belle deserved something warm and comforting.
He’d managed toast, burnt only slightly, and found the last few frozen chocolate croissants buried at the back of the freezer.
Small things.
Safe things.
Belle was curled up on the couch in one of his old hoodies, knees tucked beneath her, Lilly on her lap, while Jimmy was laying on her legs and Sassy sat next to her like this was all beneath her, but was slowly inching closer, jealous to at she wasn’t getting any attention.
She looked small.
Tired.
Healing.
Max was wiping his hands on a dish towel when a knock came at the door.
He frowned, crossing the apartment in a few quick strides.
When he opened it, a delivery man stood there — arms full.
Two enormous bouquets, one a soft explosion of yellow and white, the other a careful arrangement of pink and cream roses, and a box tied up with a silky ribbon.
Max blinked.
Took the flowers and box with a muttered thanks.
Kicked the door shut behind him.
Belle looked up immediately, eyebrows lifting when she saw what he was carrying.
“What’s all that?” she asked, sitting up straighter.
Max set everything carefully down on the coffee table, tugging the little notes free from between the stems.
He read the first card — his mouth curving into a small, real smile, the kind he barely remembered how to make before her.
“This one’s from my family,” he said, tossing the card onto the table for her to see. “Flowers from my mom. Chocolate from Victoria.”
Belle’s mouth fell open slightly. “They didn’t have to—”
Max shrugged. “They wanted to.”
He kissed the top of her head before reaching for the second card, tucked between the wild, chaotic second bouquet and the neatly wrapped box underneath.
He read it, and let out a soft huff of laughter.
“And,” he added, setting the card down, “these are from the idiots.”
Belle blinked. “The idiots?”
Max leaned back against the couch, stretching his legs out lazily. “Lando, Oscar, Lewis, Carlos, Daniel. Group effort. They sent you flowers and a box of cookies.”
Belle stared at him, completely thrown.
“They said,” Max quoted dryly, “and I’m reading here, ‘Dear Belle: Sorry the world is trash. Love, some idiots who are rooting for you.’”
Belle let out a small, incredulous laugh — the first real one he’d heard from her since the hospital— and covered her face with her hands.
Max just watched her, something warm and achingly fond spreading through his chest.
When she lowered her hands, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes suspiciously bright.
“They’re ridiculous,” she whispered.
“They are,” Max agreed. “But they mean it.”
He shifted closer, resting his hand lightly against her thigh.
“Victoria sends her love, by the way,” he added. “Said next time you’re in the Netherlands, you’re not allowed to leave without a girls’ day.”
Belle laughed again — a softer, breathier sound this time — and toyed absently with the edge of her sleeve.
There was a pause.
A shift.
And then, almost too quietly to hear, she said:
“Your family’s starting to feel like mine too.”
Max stilled completely.
He turned, reaching for her hand instinctively, finding her fingers and curling his own around them.
Belle looked up at him, vulnerable in a way she almost never let herself be — open and a little raw, like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to say it out loud.
Max melted.
Utterly.
He cupped her face gently in both hands and kissed her — slow, deliberate, reverent — like he had all the time in the world just to love her properly.
When he finally pulled back, his voice was rough with emotion.
“They already think of you that way,” he whispered against her forehead. “You’re one of us, Belle. You always will be.”
She blinked fast, trying and failing to fight the tears burning her eyes.
Max just pulled her against his chest, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight.
Not too tight.
Just enough.
***
Text Messages: Isabelle Leclerc & Victoria Verstappen
Isabelle: Hi Victoria, Thank you so much for the flowers and chocolates. It really meant a lot to me. You didn’t have to do all that.
Victoria: First of all: YES I DID. Second: you’re welcome. Third: you’re stuck with us now. No returns. No exchanges. No refunds. Family policy. Love you.
Isabelle: 😭 I love you too.
Victoria: Tell Max if he doesn’t keep spoiling you, I’ll show up and do it myself. (And make it VERY public and VERY embarrassing.)
Isabelle: 😂 I’ll warn him.
Victoria: Good girl. Rest up. Heal. And when you’re ready, come visit — Lio made you a "Get Well" card and it’s mostly just glitter but the intention was pure.
Isabelle: I can’t wait to see it. Thank you, Vic. Really. For everything.
Victoria: Always, Belle. Always.
***
Text Messages: Sebastian Vettel & Kimi Räikkönen
Sebastian: You’re not going to believe this. (Or maybe you will. You’re hard to surprise.)
Kimi: Busy. Make it fast.
Sebastian: Max Verstappen is dating Isabelle Leclerc.
Kimi: Huh.
Sebastian: That’s it? Huh??? I just dropped a nuclear paddock secret on you!
Kimi: Not my business. If they’re happy, who cares.
Sebastian: I mean. True. But still.
Kimi: Good for them. Hope she can handle him. Not many can.
Sebastian: I think she’s the only one who can.
Kimi: Makes sense. Quiet ones are dangerous. Good match.
Sebastian: Also apparently no one in her family knows yet. Including Charles.
Kimi: Charles will cry about it. Not my problem.
Sebastian: 😂
Kimi: Tell Max if he breaks her heart I’ll run him over with a snowmobile.
Sebastian: Will pass along the message.
Kimi: Good. Busy now. Kids want ice cream. Tell Max congratulations.
Sebastian: Will do. (Enjoy the ice cream.)
Kimi: Always.
***
Max hated this.
He wasn’t even trying to pretend otherwise.
He stood by the door, suitcase packed, keys and phone in one hand, looking like someone had asked him to do the impossible instead of board a plane for pre-season testing.
Belle watched him from the couch, a blanket wrapped around her, her bruises faded now but still faintly visible under the soft lamplight.
"You have to go," she said gently, reading his mind like she always did.
Max grimaced, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "I don’t like leaving you."
"You’re not leaving me," she corrected immediately, voice calm, steady. "You’re going to work. You’re doing what you love."
Max ran a hand through his hair, visibly struggling.
"You just—" he started, then stopped. "You just got hurt, Belle. I should be here. I should be with you."
"You are with me," she said, rising slowly from the couch and padding over to him.
She reached up and cupped his face in her hands, forcing him to look at her.
"Every time you call, every time you text, every time you think about me — you’re here," she said softly. "I’m not alone."
Max closed his eyes, leaning into her touch like he physically couldn’t help it.
"And you’ll be home before you know it," she whispered, brushing her thumbs over his cheekbones. "Then you can hover and fuss and drive me crazy again."
A reluctant, broken laugh escaped him.
"I don’t want to leave you," he said again, more quietly now.
Belle smiled, tears prickling her own eyes — because even now, even with the whole world pulling him in a thousand directions, he was still here with her first.
"You’re not leaving me," she said again. "You’re just chasing your dreams. And I’ll be right here when you get back."
Max bent his head, resting his forehead against hers.
"You’re my dream too," he whispered.
Her breath hitched.
"And you’re mine," she whispered back.
They stayed there for a long moment — just breathing together — until finally, finally, Max exhaled.
He kissed her slowly, thoroughly, like he needed to memorize her, and she kissed him back just as fiercely.
When he finally pulled away, it was with visible effort.
"Promise me you’ll rest," he said, brushing his knuckles down her cheek.
"I promise," she said. "And you — promise me you’ll drive safe. Listen to GP. Don’t try to out-stubborn the car."
Max huffed a quiet laugh. "Bossy."
"Someone has to be," she teased, smiling.
He kissed her forehead one last time, squeezed her hand, and finally — reluctantly — turned to leave.
Belle watched him go, feeling the ache of missing him before he’d even stepped outside the door.
But it was okay.
Because he would always come home to her.
And she would always, always be waiting.
***
Text Messages: Lewis Hamilton & Max Verstappen
Lewis: Mate.
Lewis: Did you just drop off a bag of stuff at my motorhome?
Max: Yeah.
Max: Belle made something for Roscoe.
Lewis: I just opened it.
Lewis: A handwritten note. And homemade vegan dog treats???
Max: She insisted.
Max: Wanted to thank you properly.
Max: Even though she’s supposed to be resting.
Lewis: I don’t even know what to say. The note made me emotional and Roscoe is probably going to try and mug me for the biscuits.
Max: Good. He deserves them.
Lewis: Tell her thank you.
Lewis: Seriously.
Lewis: She didn’t have to do anything.
Lewis: I was just in the right place at the right time.
Max: You stayed.
Max: It matters to her.
Max: It matters to me too.
Lewis: You’ve got a good one there, Max.
Lewis: Also, if Roscoe explodes with happiness, I’m sending you the vet bill.
Max: He’ll be fine. Belle double-checked the recipe three times.
***
GP had known Max Verstappen for a long time.
Long enough to recognize when something wasn’t sitting right under the surface — even when Max didn’t say a word about it.
He noticed it that morning, before Max even climbed into the car. The slight tightness around his mouth. The way his hands flexed once, sharply, before putting on his gloves. The way his answers in the pre-session briefing were short, mechanical. Efficient, but colder than usual.
GP filed it away. Max would tell him when he was ready.
And he did — just after the second run of the day, in the shade behind the Red Bull garage, water bottle in one hand, telemetry printout in the other.
“She was in a crash,” Max said, his voice flat enough that if GP hadn’t been paying attention, he might have missed it.
GP frowned, stepping closer. “Who?”
Max didn’t look up. “Belle.”
The name hit harder than GP expected.
“What happened?” he asked, more sharply now.
Max’s jaw tightened. “Drunk driver ran a red. T-boned her car. Hit the passenger side, just behind the front wheel. Sent her spinning into a light post.”
Quiet. Clipped. Words that barely scratched the surface of the horror GP could hear pulsing beneath them.
GP stared. “Christ. Is she—?”
“She’s alright,” Max said. “Bruised. Concussion. Hospital kept her overnight.” He paused. “But it could’ve been a lot worse.”
GP’s stomach twisted sickly. He couldn’t — wouldn’t — let himself imagine Max getting that phone call in the middle of the night. Wouldn’t let himself imagine what it must’ve felt like to walk into a hospital room and see Belle curled up in a stark white bed.
And then Max said, in that same low, steady voice that somehow carried more weight than shouting ever could:
“The Volvo you helped me pick out for her? It saved her life.”
GP went still.
The memory flickered: Max months ago, texting him…asking for his opinion.
Just buy her a Volvo. Safe. Reliable. Built to last. Also one of the best crash-tested brands in the world. You did say you were thinking about kids, right?
And now — thank god — Belle was still breathing because of it.
GP swallowed thickly, feeling a knot loosen somewhere deep in his chest.
“Thank fuck,” he said hoarsely.
Max gave a short nod. No dramatics. No sentimentality.
But GP could feel the magnitude of it radiating off him like heat off the tarmac.
This — this — was the side of Max Verstappen few people ever saw. The side that loved without conditions. That protected without compromise.
“Thank you,” Max said quietly.
No dramatics. No fuss. Just that heavy, quiet sincerity Max reserved for the rarest moments.
GP reached out and clapped a hand to his shoulder — a solid, grounding gesture — knowing Max didn’t need anything else from him right now.
"I’d do it again tomorrow," GP said.
Max nodded again, and GP watched him turn back toward the data screens, pulling his headset on, ready to work like nothing had happened.
But GP knew better.
Max had always raced like he had something to prove. Now, this season, he was racing with something to protect.
And GP would make damn sure everything — the car, the strategy, the team — was ready for that fight.
Then there was no margin for error anymore.
Not even a sliver.
He pulled his headset back over his ears and keyed into the comms with a calmness he didn’t entirely feel.
“Let’s run another systems check before lunch,” he said smoothly. “And someone triple-check the safety settings while you’re at it.”
The comm crackled to life with quick affirmatives.
***
Text Messages: Gianpiero Lambiase & Eloisa Lambiase
GP: We’re getting you a new car.
Eloisa: ???
Eloisa: Good morning to you too?
Eloisa: What’s wrong with my car?
GP: Not safe enough.
Eloisa: You’re the one who picked it out, love.
GP: Doesn’t matter.
GP: We’re upgrading.
Eloisa: Did something happen?
GP: Yeah.
GP: Belle — Max’s Belle — she was in a crash last week.
GP: Drunk driver ran a light.
Eloisa: Oh my god.
Eloisa: Is she okay???
GP: Shaken. Concussed. But alive.
GP: Because she was driving the Volvo Max bought her.
GP: The one I told him to get.
Eloisa: Oh.
GP: Yeah. That’s why we’re getting you a better car.
Eloisa: Gianni…
GP: No arguments.
GP: Please.
Eloisa: …okay.
Eloisa: But only if I get to pick the color this time.
GP: Deal.
GP: Something with five stars on every crash test rating.
GP: I’m sending you options this afternoon.
Eloisa: (And coffee. You owe me coffee for giving me a heart attack.)
GP: Already on it.
GP: Triple order.
GP: Love you.
Eloisa: Love you too, you giant overprotective marshmallow
***
Text Messages: Isabelle Leclerc & Max Verstappen
Max: We need to get you a new car.
Isabelle: Max, I’m fine.
Isabelle: The Volvo did its job.
Max: Exactly. Which is why we’re getting another one.
Isabelle: You’re serious?
Max: Volvo customer for life now. I’m about to put their logo on my helmet at this point.
Isabelle: You’re ridiculous.
Max: Not taking chances, Schatje.
Max: Same model or you want to pick something else?
Isabelle: …I did love that car.
Max: Same brand, non-negotiable. Colour’s up to you. Same as before or something different?
Isabelle: Honestly? I liked the old one. That dark green felt like me.
Max: Then we’ll stick with it. Dark green it is.
Isabelle: You don’t have to do all this, Max.
Max: I do. I’m not letting you drive anything that isn’t built like a tank.
Isabelle: You’re going to spoil me until I forget how to function on my own.
Max: That’s the plan.
Isabelle: You’re impossible.
Max: You love me.
Isabelle: Very much.
Max: Fortunately, it’s mutual.
Isabelle: Fine. Dark green Volvo. But I’m picking the air freshener this time.
Max: Deal. As long as it’s not something that smells like cupcakes.
Isabelle: No promises. And it was strawberry.
Isabelle: Consider it payback for forcing me into an indestructible Swedish fortress.
Max: Best decision I ever made. Second only to falling in love with you.
Isabelle: You’re dangerous when you’re sweet.
Max: Only for you.
***
Alexandra wandered the halls, pretending to admire a modern art installation while covertly people-watching — one of her favorite pastimes when the pace of life let her slip out of the Ferrari bubble for a few hours.
She was standing near a collection of minimalist sculptures when she caught snippets of a conversation between two women nearby, both well-dressed, deep in quiet, intense discussion.
"I still can't believe it," one woman murmured, her voice low but urgent. "She could have been killed. Did you see the photos? That car was destroyed."
Her friend nodded, wide-eyed. "Near the tunnel, right? Total mess. And poor Isabelle — I mean, she's so sweet. She did that whole project for our office last year."
Alexandra’s heart stopped.
She took a tiny step closer, pretending to examine the sculpture in front of her.
"Isabelle Leclerc," the first woman said again, confirming what Alexandra already knew. "Such a shame. She's so talented. And to walk away from something like that — it’s a miracle, really. They said the drunk driver didn’t even hit the brakes."
Alexandra felt her stomach churn.
Destroyed. Miracle. No brakes.
That didn’t sound like a fender bender.
That didn’t sound like "nothing."
Another man chimed in, sounding grim. "I heard the paramedics said it was a miracle she didn’t have internal injuries. They were worried about a collapsed lung at first."
Alexandra blinked hard, the art blurring in front of her.
Collapsed lung.
Not a fender bender.
Not nothing serious.
She pressed her lips together, hands curling slightly at her sides.
The women moved on, voices fading into the low hum of the gallery, but Alexandra stayed frozen in place for a long moment.
When Charles had told her about the accident, he’d been so casual. So dismissive.
Alexandra swallowed hard against the knot forming in her throat.
Isabelle hadn't been fine.
Isabelle had survived something horrific.
And Charles — either through ignorance or unwillingness — had looked the other way.
Again.
Alexandra didn’t know what bothered her more: the fact that Charles hadn't seen it, or the gnawing fear that maybe he did — and just didn’t know what to do with the parts of his sister that didn’t fit into the neat, tidy picture of the world he needed to believe in.
She glanced down at her phone, thumb hovering over Isabelle name in her contacts.
For a moment, she debated it — reaching out, saying something, offering something.
But what could she offer that wouldn't sound hollow?
Her family saw her as nothing more than background noise and Alexandra loathed to admit that she was guilty of the same on more than a few occasions.
It was just…so easy not to think about Isabelle. Which sounded horrible, the longer she examined that thought.
Isabelle was so happy in the background, so sweet and kind in a way that never seemed to want any kind of attention for it.
So easy to overlook.
***
Text Messages: Alexandra Saint Mleux & Charlotte Di Pietro
Alexandra: Hey, random question. Did you know how bad Isabelle’s car accident actually was?
Charlotte: ?? I thought it was minor? That’s what Lorenzo said when I asked.
Alexandra: It wasn’t. I overheard people talking at the gallery tonight. Paramedics thought she might have had a collapsed lung. Car was totaled. Impact was bad — drunk driver didn’t even brake.
Charlotte: No one told me any of that. Lorenzo made it sound like a dented door and a headache.
Alexandra: Yeah. Charles too. He brushed it off like it was nothing.
Charlotte: …They’re acting like it’s an inconvenience.
Alexandra: Exactly. It’s been sitting wrong with me all night. Like there’s something broken there that no one’s talking about.
Charlotte: Maybe. But I do know they love her.
Alexandra: I don’t doubt that. But love isn’t the same as seeing someone. I’m not sure they know how to see her properly.
Alexandra: I am not sure we know how to see her properly. None of us thought to invite her to lunch…you know, when we ran into her.
Charlotte: You are right…They aren’t the only ones guilty of forgetting her…
Charlotte: Speaking of forgetting.
Charlotte: Guess who forgot about Valentine’s Day until the morning off.
Alexandra: Oh? (Spill.)
Charlotte: Valentine’s Day. Lorenzo didn’t plan anything. Literally nothing.
He said, "Well, it didn’t feel like a big deal this year."
Charlotte: Later he grumbled that "normally Belle helps" and "everything feels off without her."
Alexandra: Wait, what?
Charlotte: Yeah. Apparently Belle used to remind them, plan ideas, even organize half the stuff so they wouldn’t forget.
Alexandra: …Oh my god. Alexandra: That tracks. Alexandra: You know, her friend once joked that Isabelle was the one who bought all my birthday presents from Charles.
Charlotte: Wait, seriously??
Alexandra: Apparently. Alexandra: I didn’t take it seriously at the time — Alexandra: Thought it was just teasing. Alexandra: But now… Maybe it was true.
Charlotte: She shouldn’t have to carry everyone. Charlotte: It’s not fair.
Alexandra: No, it’s not. Maybe it’s a good thing they’re feeling the consequences now.
Charlotte: Let them sit in it. They need to learn.
Alexandra: Agreed.
Charlotte: (Also. Are you ready for Arthur's dramatic downfall?)
Alexandra: LOL. The girlfriend disaster?
Charlotte: The girlfriend disaster. At this point, I’m tempted to bet how long until he posts a sad song on Instagram.
Alexandra: 100 euros says it’s before Thursday. Bonus points if he posts cryptic black-and-white stories too. With quotes he definitely doesn’t understand.
Charlotte: You’re on.
Alexandra: God help us all.
***
The Bahrain paddock buzzed under the heavy sun — mechanics shouting, tires rolling, the faint scent of burning rubber hanging in the air.
Charles leaned against the barrier separating the hospitality areas, sipping from a bottle of water as he chatted with Pierre, both of them still in their race suits, unzipped halfway down against the heat.
Pierre had just casually asked, somewhere between a joke and genuine concern, "Hey, by the way — your sister’s alright, yeah? Heard she had some kind of accident?"
Charles waved it off immediately, flashing a small, tight smile. "Ah, yes. Isabelle is fine. Just a little fender bender."
Pierre nodded, a little relieved but still wary. "Good. Glad she’s okay. Monaco drivers, man."
Charles laughed lightly. "Exactly. Probably more dangerous in the city than on track."
But before he could say anything else, a voice cut through the air, calm and deliberate.
"It wasn’t a fender bender, Charles."
Charles blinked, turning instinctively toward the sound.
Lewis Hamilton stood a few feet away, gloves dangling loosely from his fingers, expression unreadable.
Charles frowned slightly. "What do you mean?"
Lewis shifted his weight, crossing his arms over his chest. "I was there."
The words dropped like stones into Charles’ stomach.
"I saw the crash," Lewis continued, voice low and even. "Drunk driver ran a red light. Slammed into her side full speed. Spun her into a pole. The car was totaled."
Charles opened his mouth — but no words came out.
Lewis wasn’t finished. "Isabelle was trapped in the car. Shocky. Barely able to talk. I called the ambulance. Stayed with her until they got there."
Charles’ heart kicked hard against his ribs, cold and sickening.
He tried — for a second — to picture Isabelle in that moment.
Tried to imagine her small body pinned in a wrecked car, blood trickling down her forehead, gasping for breath.
It made something twist inside him — sharp and ugly and guilty.
"She’s lucky she survived," Lewis said quietly. "Don’t call it a fender bender."
The silence that followed was suffocating.
Lewis gave him one last look — not angry, not cruel — just disappointed. And then he turned, walking away toward the Mercedes garage without another word.
Charles stood frozen in place.
Pierre cleared his throat awkwardly after a beat. "Uh," he said lightly, "maybe you should... check on her properly. Yeah?"
Charles didn’t answer.
He just stood there, staring after Lewis, feeling — for the first time in a long time — the uncomfortable, foreign sensation of having missed something important.
***
Group Chat: HELP ME
(Members: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Daniel Ricciardo, Carlos Sainz and Lewis Hamilton)
Lewis: Guys. GUYS.
Oscar: uh oh
Lando: what happened now
Lewis: Charles just called Isabelle’s crash a "fender bender." fender bender. LIKE. MINOR. INSIGNIFICANT.
Daniel: ...oh no.
Lewis: IT WAS BAD. Lewis: Bad enough that the car was crushed against a streetlamp. Lewis: Bad enough that she couldn’t even get the door open. Lewis: Bad enough that she was shivering and barely breathing and covered in cuts and glass.
Lando: Lewis is going full caps lock. This is bad.
Oscar: It’s worse than bad. He’s spiraling.
Lewis: I WATCHED HER BLEEDING IN A BROKEN CAR. Lewis: I HELD HER HAND UNTIL THE PARAMEDICS GOT THERE. Lewis: AND CHARLES IS OUT HERE LIKE "lol oopsie minor incident"????
Daniel: Breathe mate Breathe
Carlos: Yeah, deep breaths. We need you alive.
Lewis: HE CALLED IT A FENDER BENDER. I AM GOING TO LAUNCH HIM INTO THE SUN
Oscar: Not before Max does.
Lando: Max is gonna find out eventually and we will ALL need to evacuate Monaco
Lewis: I literally saw it. Lewis: I thought she was dead for a second. Lewis: And Charles didn’t even know how bad it was. Lewis: Didn’t even ask. Lewis: Didn’t even CARE.
Daniel: You okay mate?? Do you need snacks?? Or wine??
Carlos: Or a punching bag???
Oscar: Or a very large blunt object???
Lewis: I need Charles to grow a brain cell.
Carlos: Welcome to the nightmare brother.
Daniel: We have t-shirts.
Lando: and wine Lando: lots of wine
Oscar: and emergency stress snacks
Lewis: I’m bringing tequila next meeting. Lewis: We’re gonna need it.
***
Leclerc Siblings Group Chat
(Members: Arthur, Isabelle, Charles, and Lorenzo)
Charles: Isabelle. Why didn’t you tell me the accident was that serious??
Isabelle: Because you didn’t ask.
Arthur: Wait what? Serious?? I thought it was a little crash?
Charles: It wasn’t. Lewis told me today during testing. He was THERE. He said the car was totaled. You got spun into a post. You were trapped in the car, Isabelle.
Lorenzo: What do you mean, trapped?!
Isabelle: I didn’t want to worry anyone. I’m fine now.
Charles: You said you were fine. You made it sound like you got a scratch and drove home.
Lorenzo: That’s not the point.
Charles: You lied to us.
Isabelle: I didn’t lie. I said I had a concussion and bruises. And spent the night in the hospital. Which was all true. I said I was okay. Because I am.
Lorenzo: Isabelle, why didn’t you say anything?
Isabelle: Because I knew this would happen.
Isabelle: Exactly this.
Isabelle: You’d all get angry or guilt-trip me or turn it into something about you.
Charles: Of course we’re angry!
Arthur: You scared us, Isabelle.
Lorenzo: Do you think Maman could handle hearing you almost died?
Lorenzo: We are not going to tell her.
Lorenzo: I’m serious.
Lorenzo: It would crush her.
Lorenzo: Better she thinks it was nothing.
Isabelle: So let me get this straight.
Isabelle: You’re mad at me for not telling you…
Isabelle: And now you’re also deciding for me that Maman shouldn’t know?
Isabelle: Because you think she can’t handle it?
Lorenzo: Exactly.
Isabelle: Okay. Noted.
***
Raymond Vermeulen prided himself on knowing everything about Max Verstappen’s career — both on and off the track.
It wasn’t arrogance. It was necessity.
You didn’t manage Max Verstappen successfully by being two steps behind.
You stayed ahead. You anticipated. You knew.
Which was why, when Jos Verstappen of all people leaned over during a quiet moment at a post-testing dinner and casually said: "Max is serious about a girl,"
—Raymond almost dropped his fork.
He blinked, slowly, suspiciously.
Jos didn’t do casual. Jos didn’t mention Max’s girlfriends unless it was a complaint. Normally, the subject was treated like some embarrassing injury you didn’t talk about in polite company.
Raymond cleared his throat, playing it cool. "Oh? New?"
Jos grunted. "No. Been a while."
Raymond narrowed his eyes. "And you’re... okay with this?"
Jos shrugged. Shrugged.
Like Max Verstappen — his pride, his legacy, his entire life project — dating someone was just fine and normal.
Raymond was officially in uncharted waters.
"Who is she?" he asked carefully.
Jos reached for his beer, nonchalant. "Isabelle Leclerc."
Raymond froze mid-sip of his wine.
Isabelle. Leclerc.
As in Charles Leclerc’s little sister.
As in Ferrari’s golden boy’s little sister.
As in political nightmare fuel if the media ever got hold of it.
"You're telling me Max is dating Charles Leclerc’s sister," Raymond said slowly, like he was trying to defuse a bomb.
Jos grunted again. "Mmh."
"And you’re fine with this?" Raymond pressed.
Jos actually — God help him — almost smiled. "She's good for him."
Raymond sat back in his chair, stunned.
Not just because Max was apparently neck-deep in a secret, long-term relationship.
Not just because it was Isabelle bloody Leclerc.
But because Jos — notoriously impossible to please, allergic to softness — actually liked her.
Jos approved.
Raymond processed that for a long moment.
The earth hadn’t split open. The sky wasn’t falling.
Miracles did happen, apparently.
"Well," he said finally, recovering some professionalism. "That’s... good."
Jos nodded, unbothered. "She makes him happy."
Raymond exhaled slowly. If Jos was using words like happy, it was serious. Monumentally serious.
And suddenly, Raymond understood something deeper:
This wasn’t a passing thing.
This wasn’t a fling.
This was real.
Max had gone and fallen in love — quietly, stubbornly, like he did everything else — and somehow, without anyone noticing, built himself a life outside the machine of Formula One.
Raymond reached for his phone under the table.
Because if the media ever got a sniff of this, he was going to need a very detailed contingency plan.
And maybe a drink.
Or several.
***
The office was quiet.
Soft light filtered through gauzy curtains.
A pot of chamomile tea sat untouched on the side table.
Isabelle sat curled into the corner of the couch, sleeves of her sweater pulled over her hands, staring at the stitches in the rug instead of at Simone.
Simone waited.
She always waited.
Finally, Isabelle exhaled a shaky breath.
"It’s so stupid," she said quietly. "I shouldn’t be this upset. I didn’t even get badly hurt."
Simone didn’t flinch at the deflection.
She just tilted her head slightly.
"You’re allowed to be upset, Isabelle. Something frightening happened to you."
Isabelle bit her lip, fingers tightening in her sleeves.
"I didn’t even want to tell them," she said. "My family, I mean. I knew how it would go. And it did."
Simone’s voice stayed soft. "Tell me what happened."
Isabelle shrugged stiffly. "I mentioned it. Just… dropped it into the family group chat. Like ripping off a band-aid. Thought maybe they’d be a little worried, and then we’d move on… " she admitted softly.
Simone waited again.
Isabelle’s mouth twisted bitterly. "Arthur and Charles kept asking if I was distracted or speeding—like it was somehow my fault."
Simone’s brows furrowed slightly.
“And then a few days later, Charles found out that it wasn’t just a little fender bender. And suddenly they were angry with me. Because I didn’t tell them how bad it was. But I did. I told them that I was…I told them I had a concussion and bruises…And then Lorenzo," Isabelle continued, voice tightening, "he said—he said he wasn’t going to tell Maman. Because it would 'crush' her."
She laughed, a thin, broken sound.
"Apparently, I’m a bigger problem for them if I exist hurt than if I just… pretend everything’s fine."
Simone stayed silent, letting the words hang in the air between them.
Isabelle blinked hard, willing herself not to cry.
"It’s always been like that since Papa died," she said eventually, quieter now. "Maman either sticks her head into the sand—pretends bad things aren’t happening—or she panics. Makes everything about her fear."
Her voice cracked slightly on the last word, and she pulled her knees tighter to her chest.
"So I learned to make myself smaller. Easier. Less trouble." She smiled bitterly. "Invisible, sometimes. That’s the safest way to survive it."
Simone leaned forward slightly, her voice still low, but firm now.
"Isabelle, what happened to you wasn't your fault. Not the accident. Not your family's reaction."
Isabelle closed her eyes.
"It feels like it is," she whispered.
"It isn’t," Simone said. "You are allowed to take up space. You are allowed to be hurt. You are allowed to need help, without carrying their feelings on your back."
***
Group Chat: HELP ME
(Members: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Daniel Ricciardo, Carlos Sainz Jr. and Lewis Hamilton)
Lando: okay Lando: hear me out
Oscar: this is already a bad start
Lewis: absolutely not
Daniel: proceed Daniel: i love bad ideas
Lando: what if Lando: instead of everyone panicking about charles finding out Lando: we just... Lando: tell him softly???
Carlos: what the fuck does "softly" mean
Lando: like, we ease him into it Lando: drop hints Lando: plant the idea Lando: subtle Lando: caring
Oscar: you're insane.
Lewis: he'll kill us all.
Daniel: ok but i kinda wanna see where he's going with this
Carlos: no Carlos: lando’s plans never end well
Lando: NO LISTEN Lando: like maybe Lando: i casually say Lando: "hey charles did you know belle’s been hanging out with max lately" Lando: and when he starts freaking out Lando: we just Lando: soothe him Lando: with like Lando: positive reinforcement.
Oscar: you think he's a puppy???
Lewis: lando. Lewis: this is the worst plan anyone’s ever had.
Carlos: you’re going to get us murdered.
Daniel: actually i’m free next thursday if we wanna die then.
Oscar: i vote no. Oscar: hard no. Oscar: hardest no of my life.
Carlos: softly = we still die Carlos: but maybe slower and more painful
Lando: NO NO Lando: like Lando: we sit him down Lando: give him snacks Lando: maybe a hug Lando: and then just... you know... gently mention that max is in love with his sister
Oscar: lando. be serious.
Lando: I am serious
Lewis: this is the worst idea i've heard in a long time
Daniel: give him snacks??? what is he, a wild animal???
Oscar: you’re going to get us killed.
Lewis: softly telling charles is still telling charles. he’s gonna go full Leclerc rage no matter what.
Daniel: AND THEN MAX IS GOING TO KILL US
Lando: ok but hear me out again Lando: what if we tell him Lando: and then IMMEDIATELY leave the country
Oscar: i'm already packing my bags
Carlos: dibs on Spain
Lewis: i'm going to pretend i don't know any of you
Daniel: same
Daniel: i’ll be in australia by the time charles processes step one.
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ੈ✩ Blue or Orange ? (smau) ੈ✩
pairing : lando norris x fem reader
summary : when the shimmer athlete meets the speed athlete
tw : fluff, a little chaos, suggestive
fc: Claire Wolford *she is so pretty-*
a/n : So this was requested anonymously, so if you are seeing this, Hope you like it 💫 AND before anyone jumps on me for using Daniel, it’s just one comment and the meme was started by him !!
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user2 THUNDER!! TA DA DA THUNDER !!
victorikalena leader ay-aye 🫡
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ynwolford only for you 🫶🏻
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user5 I AM SEEING HER IN THE VEGAS MATCH
user6 EXCUSE ME !? - can you take me 🥺
user7 bleeding blue and white 💙🤍
user8 why is lando norris in her likes ?
user9 her boyfriend 💔 user10 WHAT-!? user10 POOKIE IS TAKEN 😭🥹 user11 who is he 😤 user12 a driver 👀 user13 * formula one driver
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ynwolford blue and orange ? 💙🧡 @ mclaren
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mclaren the color combination for the next livery ?
ynwolford cowboy style 🤠🤍💙
landonorris maybe you could cheer for me in those shorts ? 👀
ynwolford stop it you thirsty shorty landornorris you did not - ynwolford my kicks are taller than you landonorris yet still you do the splits for me -
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landonorris last time I checked, I was the one who asked you out
ynwolford last time I checked, you always have no pass entry AS YOUR GIRLFRIEND is a DCC 💪🏻 landonorris oh.
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ynwolford and after 4 years, the Pom-Poms take a rest 🤍💙🤍💙
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ynwolford and after 2 years, orange is the best 🧡
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— f1 boys pulling you in their lap.
˒ ⌕ LANDO NORRIS
he does this casually. most of the time he looks uninterested as he scrolls through his phone and when you pass by, he reaches out to grab you and pulls you into his lap without sparing you a glance. looks at you after and gives you a smile and says a simple ‘hi’ before peppering your face with quick kisses. shows you whatever he’s looking at or watching on his phone. this usually turns into lazy, cozy cuddling.
˒ ⌕ DANIEL RICCIARDO
he does this out of habit. he’s talking to someone but when he notices you pass by or feels you near him, he takes your hand and gently pulls you to him, letting you sit on his lap, all the while continuing to talk with someone else. mindlessly traces little patterns on your back or thigh. this only happens around people you’re both comfortable with and he does this so often that it doesn’t even bother the other person anymore.
˒ ⌕ CARLOS SAINZ
he just loves having you on his lap so he will do it all the time. no matter what he’s doing, he’ll pull you into his lap and rest his chin on your shoulder, continuing what he was doing before.
˒ ⌕ CHARLES LECLERC
he does this out of nowhere, especially when he’s bored and wants to cuddle. he watches you intently and adoringly while you’re doing your own thing. and when you pass by him, he grabs your wrist and pulls you gently towards him. hugs you from behind while you’re seated on his lap and always leaves a trail of feathery kisses on your shoulder and back of your neck and wordlessly holds you close, resting the side of his face on your back.
˒ ⌕ LEWIS HAMILTON
he does this when he’s doing something but also wants to show you affection. distractedly says ‘come here, baby’ with his arms outstretched and pulls you to sit on his lap while he’s watching a movie or something. looks at you briefly with a small smirk and a raised brow before he continues with whatever he’s doing. rests his chin on your shoulder sometimes or gives you distracted, lingering kisses on your neck and shoulders although his eyes stay fixed on the screen.
˒ ⌕ OSCAR PIASTRI
sometimes he does this unconsciously; he sees you passing by and gently takes your hand, pulling you into his lap. he brushes your hair off your neck and spreads soft kisses over your neck and shoulder before wrapping his arms around you, bringing you even closer to him - if that’s even possible.
˒ ⌕ MAX VERSTAPPEN
he does that when he misses you. sometimes he keeps busy all day with work and unconsciously ends up leaving you out; so at the end of the day he just pulls you gently into his lap, wrapping his arms around you as he leaves soft kisses on your shoulder, neck and cheek. he thinks this is such an intimate and unique act and he never gets tired of having you so close to him.
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˖⁺｡˚⋆˙20 weeks you say… | LN4˖⁺｡˚⋆˙
pairing: lando norris x pregnant!reader y/n (she/her)
genre: social media au, established relationship
warnings: sexual references but not major, mainly fluff with some joking/play fighting yk the vibes
summary: in which your pregnancy announcement is met with an unexpected response
a/n: chose lando coz im obsessed with him atm😭😭😭 also i think this plot suits him better lol. it's pretty short but it fits the plot best imo!
request!!!: Can I request reader and driver, maybe Carlos or lando, announce her pregnancy only for fans to put together that the baby is a result of a race win
my masterlist
fc: various blonde girls from pinterest
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yourusername we've been keeping a secret… 20 weeks and counting 🕊️
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user1 OH MY GOD
yourmother im crying again y/n!
yourusername you better stop by the time baby's here!
lilyzneimer so happy for you guys 🥹
yourusername tysm angel <3
iamrebeccad amazing news ❤️
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alexandrasaintmleux congratulations ❤️
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francisca.cgomes ahhh cant wait for baby to be born!
yourusername 🥹🥹🥹
user2 all the wags comments!! so cute
carlossainz55 are you sure?
yourusername 😂😂😂 yes lando is going to be a father for the 500th time
user3 hahahaha poor lando
charles_leclerc wow sending love to you both! congratulations!
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oscarpiastri congratulations to my favourite couple!
yourusername thanks osc 😊
danielricciardo contrats 🎉
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logansargeant wow congratulations guys
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user4 20 weeks you say... 🧐
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user5 ahh she's so gorgeous
user6 i can't believe u guys are gonna have a baby omg 😭
user7 wowwww
user8 cant wait for baby norris 🥹
lilyzneimer you better be looking after her
landonorris i am!!!
lilyzneimer good.... im watching
landonorris scary
yourmother look after my baby!
landonorris i am!!! why does no one believe me
yourmother she's carrying precious cargo
landonorris oh dont i know it 😭
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landonorris anyway 🤫
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user16 r u telling us to shut up lando 🥺🥺
landonorris yes actually y/n is mad at u guys!
user17 NOOOOOOOOOOOO
user18 smh coz u guys r always running ur mouth
user19 what happened? what did u guys do this time 🤔
user20 ...worked out when their baby was conceived...
user21 HAHAHAHAHHA
user22 too far i fear
carlossainz55 me personally, i think it's funny
landonorris well...
yourusername shut up both of you
carlossainz55 sorry y/n
oscarpiastri forgive & forget 😌
user23 yup i agree with oscar! forgive us y/n
yourusername hmmm.... NO!
user24 HAHAHAHA
user25 hahahah poor y/n!
user26 it was a special race win tbf, we'd all have done the same thing y/n <3
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yourusername lil update. we r so ready for baby now
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user27 omg she's so much bigger now
user28 what's the gender??
user29 they havent told us
user30 ur glowing y/n
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user31 she liked this.. maybe she is forgiving us :)
lilyzneimer miss you in the garage babe
yourusername miss you so much! please come visit soon lol
lilyzneimer omg i will🥹🥹
mclaren we cant wait to meet little norris!
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iamrebeccad gorgeous girl
yourusername ily
user32 carlando & landoscar lives on in their wags friendships tbh
oscarpiastri lando is miserable without u, hurry up & have the baby & get back to races
yourusername what do u think im trying to do oscar? 🤨
oscarpiastri yea true. my bad
landonorris i dont like ur tone
oscarpiastri im so sorry
landonorris better
user33 LOL😭😭
time skip 🧡
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yoursister is everything ok?
landonorris i'll keep you updated, dont worry
yoursister you better
user34 she's sooo cute
user35 i cant wait for her to have the baby ahh
user36 giggling & kicking her feet she's jus a girl fr
lilyzneimer keep me updated please
landonorris 😂 will add you to the baby update group chat
lilyzneimer please do omg
carlossainz55 dont freak out
landonorris easy for you to say
landonorris
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landonorris first month with our daughter x
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user37 OMG FINALLY NEWS
user38 a girl omg
user39 lando a girl dad!!!
user40 awwww a beautiful daughter from winning in miami
landonorris DONT BRING THIS UP AGAIN
user40 oop-my bad
user41 HAHAHAHA
user42 they deffo nickname her miami
oscarpiastri congratulations 🥂
landonorris 🧡
lilyzneimer 🥹🥹🥹🥹 so gorgeous
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carlossainz55 congratulations both of you!
landonorris thanks for all ur help 🫡
carlossainz55 it's nothing :)
yourusername god i love you 🥹
landonorris i love YOU
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user43 HAHAHAHA
user44 ur not mad at us 🥳🥳🎉🎉🎉
user55 this is sooo funny & cute omg i love her
yoursister 😭😭stop it
yourusername hahahaha it is kind of funny tho
lilyzneimer ignoring the caption, u guys are so cute
yourusername 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
landonorris best gift i could ever ask for 😌 i love you
THE END 🧡
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