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bobattef · 11 months ago

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Paddock 🐰

The music was thumping through your chest, the flashing lights from the club dancing across your skin as you knock back another shot that was handed to you.

You were already starting to feel the affects of the many units of alcohol you had consumed this evening but you didn’t care.

You wanted more.

You needed more.

More alcohol to numb the pain from your break up with Max.

You had your problems in your relationship but who’s doesn’t these days.

Yes it was slightly controversial working as one of the content creators for McLaren, whilst dating a rival teams driver but those that have known you have expressed many disappointments in your life’s choices so, what was one more.

It was more Max’s team principal that had the bigger problem though.

Every one laughed that Christian was the real father figure in Max’s life but little did they know the man dictated a lot of things to his number one driver.

It was him that pushed for the break up of you and Max, saying you were the reason why he was failing to succeed in recent races.

It wasn’t your fault!

Everyone could see that the Ferrari’s this season were just clicking together a lot better than the RedBull’s and even the McLaren’s yet Horner’s words to Max cut like a knife.

You knew by the look on his face that he would do anything to get winning again.

And that included stomping on your heart like it was nothing.

So here you were, out in the streets of Monaco partying your night away after the Grand Prix this weekend.

You were kind of glad for one thing about this breakup, Max’s strict lifestyle before and after races would never of allowed you to be out and about on town.

You missed nights like these with your bestie where you’d just drink and dance the night away.

McLaren had a good weekend this weekend so the team were out somewhere in one of the many bars that lined this particular part of the Monaco strip.

Both Oscar and Lando up on the podium, with Charles winning his home Grand Prix!

You had always been a Ferrari fan, from when you were very little, so always enjoyed the sound of the Italian national anthem after a race.

Your employers not batting an eyelid as you also hung around with the Ferrari team on race weekends when you weren’t busy filming the McLaren family.

It was something Christian hated about you though, as he banned you from wearing any Ferrari merchandise when you made things official with Max and of course Max agreed.

You shake your head, physically removing the thoughts of your ex from your mind.

“You ok?” Your bestfriend laughs over the sound of the music blasting around you.

You just smile and nod.

“Another shot?” She tells you rather than asks as she knows you too well.

“Fuck yeah!” You shout “then we dance?”

“If you can still stand” she replies as both of you knock back another two shots.

***

Charles could barely walk straight as the VIP rep showed him to his booth.

With Carlos, Pierre, Lando, Alex and George (the Mercedes and Williams drivers with their gfs) in his booking party, it was a very prestige group.

He had his sunglasses on to ease the bright lights of the club as they all danced their way up towards the VIP area.

The tables were lined with bottles of alcohol.

Champagne, vodka, rum you name it.

He already felt like he was at his limit for drink but this was his first time he ever won his home race.

He was going to be celebrating this for a long while.

“Hey, is that y/n?” Alex asks George as they stand at the balcony area, over looking the club.

Carlos joins them as he tries to focus in on where his mates were looking.

His vision slightly blurred from the contents of drink they had already in their system but sure enough his eyes land on you and the person he was really looking for, your bestie, on the dance floor.

“Yeah” he laughs as he turns back to Charles raising his eyebrows.

Charles grinning back at him like they just had a full on conversation.

“Shall we invite her up here?” Lily asks Carmen.

You all used to be on the road together when the drivers had to do media days so you had established some what work relationships.

“Who’s she with?” Lando pipes up.

“Not Max” Pierre answers quickly.

“I can’t believe they even split up” Lily sounds sympathetic as Carmen agrees.

“You can’t??” Pierre laughs. “They were toxic for each other” he adds as he remembers the arguments and fights he used to witness from you both.

“Ok maybe they had their flaws but…” Alex says as he throws his arms around Lily “it was Horner who ordered them to split remember”

“Yeah, however…” George joins them back on the sofas now “would you really listen to your boss over your girlfriend?” he asks Alex as he buries his head into Carmen’s shoulder, knowing his answer if he was ever to be asked to do such a thing.

“Are we calling them up here or not?” Carlos asks as Lando already answers their questions with a loud whistle using his fingers.

You knew that whistle from anywhere, it was definitely Lando but where was he?

“YO!!” He almost screeches across the club as others around you all start looking at who’s being hollered.

Your bestie points upwards as you try to pinpoint where Lando’s voice is coming from.

He was waving like a loony tune up on the balcony area and you laugh at loud, waving back.

“He’s calling us up there” your bestie laughs as she rolls her eyes at your innocence.

She grabs your wrist and walks through the crowd, getting stopped by the security at the bottom of the stair case that leads up to the VIP area.

Both Lando and Pierre come bounding down the steps letting them know it’s ok to let you both through.

Lando gives you a bear hug that makes you almost fall backwards but you manage to keep your ground.

“Have you seen the rest of the team tonight?” He shouts in your ear as the smell of rum on his breath hits your nostrils.

“No” you laugh “where’s Oscar?” You ask him as you both stumble your way up towards the tables the other drivers are sat at now.

“I dunno” Lando slurs as he slumps back down next to Charles “in some bar along here”

“Hey Charles!” You sound a little too happy at seeing the Monegasque as your bestie giggles.

She’s known for a while you’ve always had a soft spot for the Ferrari driver and you can tell her it’s due to you being a fan of the prancing horse all you like, she knows you have a crush on him.

“Congratulations on todays win!” You say to him as Pierre now hugs you.

“Hey Pierre” you laugh as you get the wind knocked out of you.

“What you doing out here all on your lonesome huh?” The French men asks you, feigning seriousness.

You had history with the Alpine driver before you had gotten with Max, only sleeping with him on a few occasions, nothing major.

But you were never sure if his sassiness towards you now was because he was bitter that in the early days of you dating Max, you were still fooling around with him.

“I’m not on my own” you wrinkle up your nose at him, playing along “I have (insert besties name here) with me” you tell him as you walk over to where Lily and Carmen were sat.

“Lily, Carmen this is *besties name*” you tell them as she turns shy with all eyes on her, Carlos’ especially as he nods an awkward hello to her also.

She was never allowed on event weekends with you when you were with Max.

She came a few times when you were travelling with McLaren but that’s it, so she never really met the wags of F1.

She sits between them and Carlos now as she starts small talk with them all.

“Who’s not drinking the champagne?!” You ask them as you noticed it’s the only bottle that hasn’t been opened.

“You’re right! Let’s celebrate both McLaren’s on the podium!” Lando suddenly has some more life in him jumping up and grabbing the bottle.

“And Ferrari’s win!” You add as you Lando rolls his eyes.

“Yes yes and that I suppose” he answers back sarcastically as he winks at Charles.

“You’re not a Ferrari fan are you?” George asks as the huge pop from the champagne cork makes you jump.

“You not seen her tattoo mate?” Pierre answers him as he smirks at you.

Ass.

The tattoo he was talking about wasn’t exactly in a place where anyone could see it.

“You have a Ferrari tattoo?” Carlos says raising his eyebrows at you.

All of their eyes are on you waiting for you to answer as you just nod at them, smiling awkwardly.

“Let’s see” Charles asks you as Pierre laughs out loud now.

“Piss off Gasly!” You go to hit him playfully but he dodges out the way.

“How do you know about it Pierre?” Lando asks looking from you to him working something out.

“How do you?” Carlos asks Lando laughing at his former team mates seemingly slip up.

You sigh out loud as you know why Lando has seen it.

Spending so much time together with the McLaren team when you weren’t with Max you used to have beach days a lot so he’s seen you in a bikini more times than he can count.

You even remember Lando being there when your own Dad found out about it!

“Where is it?” Charles asks you gently, he’s definitely interested in this now.

“The top of her thigh” Pierre tells him whilst looking at your reaction.

You’re not sure if he had told anyone about you and him before but you definitely haven’t told a soul. Especially Max. Not that he would care now.

“No..way?!” George laughs out loud as he clicks.

They all look between you and Pierre as they slowly work out that you had slept together.

“Wow y/n…two drivers?” Carlos laughs as your bestie digs him lightly in the ribs.

“You and Pierre?” Charles asks you as you shrug without an answer.

Hoping he doesn’t think any less of you sleeping with not one but two of the drivers he shares the grid with, at this moment anyhow.

“Are we seeing the tattoo or not?” Your bestie joins in as she tries her best to cover up the whole Pierre and you awkwardness by bringing up another awkward moment.

You were possibly a little too young and a little too stupid when you had gotten the tattoo but what’s being young and dumb without any silly life commitments?!

You were always a Ferrari fan so it made sense to get your favourite teams logo printed on you like some sort of branded property, that’s what you told yourself as you got older.

How was you supposed to know that you would become a part of the team at McLaren one day and your boyfriend would be a driver for RedBull?!

Ex boyfriend, you quickly corrected your thoughts.

You chew your lip as you think about it.

Could you get even more embarrassed after Pierre’s comments?

“Fine!” You decide, possibly due to having no proper thoughts behind it, your brain was intoxicated with alcohol after all.

Placing your heeled foot on the leather bench next to where Charles was sat, him secretly throwing up a thank you for being the one closest to you.

You roll your dress up towards the top of your thigh, carefully to make sure you didn’t flash your underwear to the entire table.

They all lean closer as you show them the small tattoo there, a black prancing horse with the chequered flag just behind it sitting at the of your leg, just where the waist band of your underwear was.

“Hmm” Charles was the only one to make a sound as the others sit back in silence whilst you drop your dress back down.

“Happy now?” You grin sarcastically at Pierre as he nods, clearly very happy with himself.

“When did you get it?” Charles interrupts the staring contest between you and Pierre.

“I was 17..18?” you shrug trying to play it off.

But you knew the exact date you had gotten it.

Not that you were going to tell that beautiful face of the the Monegasque looking back at you.

“Ask her why she got it” Lando laughs as he doesn’t notice your death stare.

“Cause she’s a Ferrari fan?” Carlos answers as if it’s the most logical answer.

“Nope” he turns to face you as his face drops realising he shouldn’t have mentioned anything.

“Er, let’s drink…” he says quickly grabbing a few glasses for the champagne.

He nervously starts to pour it inside the glass, handing them out one by one as Charles has a look of confusion on his face.

“To McLaren” he says nodding at you, swallowing the whole contents of the glass in one.

“To Ferrari” Pierre laughs tipping his glass to where your tattoo was, Alex, George and the girls sip their drinks along with him.

“To Charles” Carlos smiles as him, your bestie, and you tip your champagne up and then back.

But he doesn’t drink from his own glass, instead his gaze is on you as he tries to work you out.

Your eyes find his now as the others start to make conversation between themselves, completely forgetting about what Lando said previously as he now comes and hugs you once more.

“I’m sorry” he leans into you as tries to talk quietly “I didn’t mean to bring that up, I didn’t think…” he trails off as Pierre comes and grabs the bottle that he was holding.

“Another?” He asks you interrupting Lando’s apology.

“Please” you tell him as you hold out your glass.

The heavy feeling in your chest starting to disappear under the heavy swallows of alcohol once more.

***

You had no idea what the time was, you had lost Alex, George and the girls in the time you had all left the bar to head back to the hotels.

Carlos and your best friend were walking way ahead of you now along the cobbled streets of Monaco, talking excitedly with each other.

Pierre and Charles were talking amongst themselves, in French too so you had no idea what they were saying but it sounded intense.

You and Lando were trying to help each other stay up. He had his arm around your shoulder whilst talking to you.

Hiccuping through his words you couldn’t help but laugh.

Charles and Pierre wait every few steps for you two to catch them up, something Carlos and your bestie wasn’t doing as they disappear round the next corner.

You sigh out in drunk exhaustion as you sit down on the side wall lining a small cafe or shop of some sort, Lando joins you.

“Where’s Carlos and (besties name)?!” Lando asks as he quickly covers his mouth feeling the rise of bile inside his throat.

“Gone mate” Pierre laughs at how drunk Lando was right now.

“Gone where?!” You stop laughing at Lando as you realise your best friend had your only hotel key in her purse.

“I dunno” he shrugs “can we hurry up….before the paps come catch us?” He says as he pulls you up from your little perch.

You go to avoid his grip but moving a little too fast for your own reactions you fall backwards into the bush.

Crying out as you fall, flailing your arms about with Lando and Pierre almost wetting themselves.

Charles joins in with them but grabs you underneath your armpits and pulls you effortlessly out the, now crumbled bush.

He holds you close to his chest as you find your feet.

“Thank you” you mumble as you look up to him.

His eyes were bearing down on yours as you feel your cheeks start to heat up.

He just winks at you as Lando and Pierre start to slow their belly laughs at you.

“Come on” you huff at them both as you continue to walk down the road.

“We need to catch up with Carlos and (bfn)”

“They’ve gone dude” Lando says to you, stating the obvious.

“Yeah they’re probably in each others pants by now considering how long you two are taking to walk down the road!” Pierre adds.

“Really? Carlos and my best friend?” You ask them both as even Charles nods in agreement with them.

“Well, where am I going to stay tonight?” you say your thoughts out loud as you think to maybe searching for a room at silly o’clock in the morning for a place to stay.

“Well you could stay in Carlos bed” Lando says as he catches up with you “Seeing as he’s staying in yours?”

“They’re not doing it in my bed!” You snap as the three of them laugh again.

“Y/n it’s fine, you can stay in mine and Carlos room” Charles says between his laughs.

You are taken a back, you’ve fancied the Ferrari driver for a while now, obviously only looking, never touching whilst you were in a relationship with Max.

But you never imagine him feeling the same way.

Especially after tonight where he learnt about you and Pierre also!

Your thoughts start running away from you as his next sentence causes them to stop in their tracks “Lando and Pierre are staying so what’s one more aye” he says as he rounds the corner you last saw your bestie walk.

***

The movement of the lift carrying you all to the 6th floor of the hotel was a bit too much for Lando.

He was in the bathroom of both the Ferrari drivers hotel room now.

You could hear the sound of him retching as you walk to the little kitchen, grabbing a cold bottle of water from the fridge.

Charles and Pierre were sat in the living room area, still talking amongst themselves in French.

You go to check up on Lando, but he emerges from the bathroom, his eyes red and watery from throwing up.

You smile at him sympathetically as you hand him the water bottle.

“Little sips” you tell him as he walks over to the sofa and slumps down in defeat.

“The room…it’s spinning” he groans out, placing his arm over his face as you stifle a laugh.

You were trying to be caring and making sure he was ok but you were also very drunk yourself so this whole situation was hilarious.

You turn to where Charles and Pierre were sat on the sofa opposite, still in deep conversation as you frown at them, trying to figure out what they were talking about.

“You ok Mon lapinou? (My bunny) Charles asks as Pierre stops what he was saying and looks over to you trying to translate what he had just called you.

“Where is he sleeping?” You ask them whilst pointing to Lando sprawled on the sofa.

“Looks like he’s already sleeping” Pierre laughs as you look back at Lando’s face.

Sure enough he was laid there, mouth slightly open and breathing heavily as he was sparko.

Charles watches you as grab the blanket that was thrown over the back of the chairs.

You place it delicately over Lando as you slip his shoes off and tuck it in at the bottom of the sofa.

You then move the small trash can that was in the corner of the room to where his head was at, just in case.

“Where am I sleeping?” You ask Charles but don’t look at him out of awkwardness.

“Carlos bedroom is through there” he tells you whilst pointing to the first door on the left, Pierre looks at him as he speaks.

You nod in acknowledgment as you now slip your shoes off, leaving them next to Lando’s on the rug in the living room.

You start to walk down the short corridor to the bedroom of Carlos, you hope he doesn’t mind you jumping into his bed as you secretly wish he wasn’t in yours right now.

“Or if you’d prefer…” Charles voice makes you stop at the door, turning back to face them both as Pierre flashes a grin at you.

“My bedrooms on the right” Charles finishes as he looks at you with hooded eyes.

You’re not sure what your facial expressions were like but going by Pierre chuckling so loudly, you bet they were one of surprise.

“Your bedroom?” You repeat him as he nods at you.

“If you prefer” he finishes.

You look from Charles to Pierre as you feel you can’t quite sense what they were on about.

You don’t say a word as you turn on your heels and after thinking of going into Carlos room one last time, you cause Charles and Pierre to grin at each other now as you walk a few steps more and disappear through the door into the Monegasque bedroom.

***

You stupidly left your phone out in the kitchen so had no idea how long you had been laying in Charles bed for.

You had discarded your dress, thinking for a moment to grab one of his shirts from his drawer to wear but opting for just your underwear instead.

You begin to feel awkward again as you weren’t sure if he was going to be joining you or not in the bed.

You start to rub your feet together underneath the sheets, wishing you could grab a pair of socks or something as your feet always get cold.

The sound of the door opening causes you to freeze entirely as you weren’t sure if Charles could see your face inside this dark bedroom.

You hear the footsteps from him as he walks over to the bed now, the mattress dipping slightly as he sits on the end of it.

You almost hold your breath as you hear him getting undressed.

He curses quietly at the sound of his belt hitting the floor a little too loudly.

You hear the groans of the bed springs as he crawls into bed now, pulling away the cover you had almost wrapped around your face to hide.

You shiver at the sudden cold as he wastes no time to shuffle up close to you.

Moulding his body to fit perfectly behind yours as he drops the cover back onto you both.

You swallow deeply as you can feel him pressing up against you now.

You feel that he is just in his boxers as he drapes one arm over your ribs as the other is laid out across the top of your head.

You had definitely sobered up slightly in the time it took you to walk to the hotel from the club and although you still had some of the effects from alcohol playing with you, you were absolutely sober enough to be ok with him resting his hand on your chest.

“Mamour?” The heavily accented voice of his pressed up so closely to your ear causes your eyes to fly open.

“You awake?” He asks you as he gently nips the skin off your neck.

“Mmmhmm” you breathe out at his touch.

Your sleepy voice sends a shiver down his spine as he unconsciously bucks his hips up towards the curve of your ass.

You can feel the bulge of his hardness through the fabric as you stifle a moan.

He grins into the darkness as he starts to feel the affects he has on you.

Your nipples harden as he pinches one through the lace of your bralette.

You push your ass out into his hips as he moves them closer to you.

His hand start to wonder down from your chest, across your stomach and down the side of your hip.

He traces his fingers so lightly along the hem of your underwear as your eyes flutter under his touch.

It was so delicate, like he thought you were made of glass.

He brings his fingers over your clothed cunt, stroking you there, feeling the slight dampness of the fabric.

He cups his hand now as you almost gasp out at his grip.

“Wet already huh lapinou?” He whispers at you as he starts to plant kisses along your neck.

He pulls on your underwear as you lift slightly off the bed, helping him to glide them down past your thighs and onto the floor.

His hand returns to their place on your cunt as he wastes no time in rubbing circles on your clit.

You cant help but moan out at the touch.

His touch.

The Ferrari driver who you’ve crushed on from afar for weeks now, has his hands where you’ve wanted them the most finally.

He pushes two of his fingers inside you as it was his turn to moan out loud.

You were so wet for him.

He switches up from the rubbing of your clit to the swift movements of his fingers disappearing inside you as you grip on to his arm now. Steadying yourself as you can feel that familiar pressure building up inside.

“Charles” you breathe out as his paces quickens.

“Oui Bébé?” He asks you as you feel the tickling from his breaths on your neck in between his kisses.

You were sure they were more like little sucks on your neck than kisses but you don’t care right now.

You moan out his name as you come around his fingers, Charles quickly placing a hand over your mouth as you do.

You look up at him with a full on silly ass grin as he laughs lightly, pulling out of you, he brings his fingers up to his mouth now, darting his tongue out to wrap around them, tasting you on them.

A low grumble comes from his chest.

“Fuck I needed to taste you so badly!” He sighs out as his words cause you to raise your eyebrows.

“Really?” You ask him as his face lights up.

Before you could ask him why he was pulling such a face he disappears under the cover, prising your thighs apart he nestles his head inbetween them.

“Charles I…” you go to ask him what he’s doing but you get cut off with the feeling of his mouth on your cunt.

His tongue swirls around your clit before delving inside you and back out again.

“Fuck!” You rasp out as you lay your head back on the pillow, bringing a hand up to wrap in the Monegasques hair.

He moves his mouth over your sweet spot with such skill you almost cry out again in orgasm.

Your grip tightens on his scalp, pulling on his hair, the sensation causing him to go feral on you right now.

You were already so wet from coming a few moments earlier and now paired with saliva from Charles mouth, there was all sorts of noises coming from that hotel bedroom of his.

“Mmmm fuck bébé you taste so fucking good” the sound of his voice causes vibrations on you down there as you feel yourself coming for the second time that night.

This time he can’t reach your mouth to clamp his hands over it.

He laps up every part of you as you come down from your high.

You’re too lost in the moment that you don’t even hear the door to the bedroom open again as another being steps into the darkness.

“Hope you’re saving some of those orgasms for me Mon Cheri” the deep voice of Pierre fills your ear drums as you almost crush Charles head that was still in-between your thighs, as you try to close your legs.

“Pierre” you choke out, trying to find your words.

“Were you just listening in on us??” You try to sound annoyed but you were still on a high.

“Maybe�� he chuckles out as Charles moves back up to the head of the bed again.

“Why?!” You almost shout.

“I’m jealous…” Pierre shrugs as if it was obvious “I want in on the action”

His words cause you to laugh out loud.

“You can’t be serious?!” you say as you look at Charles now for back up but his face isn’t mimicking yours.

His face is more like Pierre’s is right now.

Full of lust, they both have that feral look in their eyes as their pupils are fully blown and their eyes are almost black.

“I’m deadly serious” Pierre steps closer to the bed now as you notice he’s shedded most of his clothes now.

“We both are” Charles adds on as you eyes widen in shock.

“Both??” You say out loud, not believing a word you were hearing.

Both! Of them?? Wanted you??

Your mind starts whirling around as you try to make sure you’re not getting this wrong.

Pierre joins you and Charles in bed now, he can see you were having an internal argument with yourself.

“So what’s it going to be?” Charles pipes up.

“Let us both have you or…”

“Or I kick Charles out and have my way with you all by myself” Pierre cuts Charles off as he smirks at his friend.

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mirrorball-leclerc · 1 year ago

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i did something bad - part eight

YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN, KID

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christian horner who fucking was it?

alex albon in my defense, it was an accident. i forgot giovinazzi was in the groupchat.

christian horner good. now i know who's head to come for.

teagan horner dad, let it go. people were bound to assume we were dating just treat it like another rumor.

max verstappen to be fair, logan and oscar ripped him a new one.

liam lawson LOGAN SARGEANT? THAT LOGAN?

daniel ricciardo surprisingly he was quick to call him an asshole and a bunch of other words i didn't know he knew. oscar more-so called him a fucking dickhead.

teagan horner they're my grid kids.

pierre gasly did charles know he would end up a father when you two started dating? charles leclerc i knew the moment she met ollie.

mark webber are you stealing my grid kid teagan?

teagan horner you're no longer on the grid. he is my grid kid. deal with it. sebastian vettel how many grid kids do you have teagan? mark webber do not encourage this! teagan horner i have 3! oscar, ollie, and logan!

daniel ricciardo christian, how does it feel being a grandfather 🎤

christian horner no comment. i'm still plotting how to decapitate giovinazzi. is a cease and desist letter too much??

pierre gasly YES! alex albon people are suspicious if you send a cease and desist letter they'll know for sure. christian horner decapitation it is.

teaganhorner posted new stories

logan said he had a cool place to show me. he took me to a fucking lake to fish. i regret ever becoming his grid mom.

visiting grid kid #2

never leaving max alone again. he's such a drama queen.

MIAMI 2024

teaganhorner redbull's three mouseketeers reporting for duty at imola!

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landonorris so this is what you three do when you ditch us.

oscarpiastri grid mom is having more fun then us. pick up the slack logansargeant

↳ logansargeant dude, you're in bed. maybe get up and we can go get breakfast

username this trio is superior

username the banana costume makes a comeback!

danielricciardo and why wasn't i invited to the mouseketeers hang out? have i been replaced by lechair?

↳ teaganhorner you literally told us to go f*ck ourselves and let you sleep.

↳ maxverstappen1 you kicked us out of your room when we were hanging out. you said we were too loud and we weren't letting you sleep.

↳ charles_leclerc we invited you out and you said only if we bought you food. once we bought food you went back to your hotel to sleep.

↳ danielricciardo alright i get it, i'm old, i'm not as fun as i used to be.

alex_albon i guess our invite got lost in mail or something.

↳ maxverstappen1 notice how it says red bull

↳ alex_albon i was in red bull once. is that not enough?

↳ teaganhorner we can hang out next week in monaco!

↳ alex_albon deal

IMOLA 2024

daniel had decided they should all have breakfast together, calling it a make-up breakfast for the hang out teagan had with charles and max. he had of course informed the entire group chat and now they all found themselves at a small restaurant enjoying breakfast together. their attention had been on charles, they could all tell he was nervous, that much was obvious in the way he fidgeted with his rings.

it was his first time being at a ferrari home race since he had left the team. it wasn't as big as monza but it was a ferrari home race nonetheless. teagan exchanged glances with max, the dutch glancing at christian and daniel who both looked confused. pierre was trying his best to distract his best friend but it was all for naught.

daniel cleared his throat, "are you going to be okay?" he asks charles.

"i'm not sure," charles whispered, "i do not think i can do this. this was home, for so long, i do not know how they will react to this."

teagan reached across the table to grab his hand, squeezing it, trying to comfort him, "many fans support the driver, not the team that they represent."

"the tifosi are different," charles pointed out, "they... they bleed rosso corsa proudly. they will only see me as a traitor to them. i let them all down, i failed all of them."

"you gave it your all," christian supplied, "they saw the struggles. they saw the bad strategy calls. they know why you left. they understand better than anyone else what it is like to be let down by ferrari time and time again."

"besides," alex said, "you gave them back what they hadn't had in 9 years. you gave them monza back, if only for a fleeting moment. you are forever engraved in their memory as one of the greatest because of what you did for them."

liam smiled, "something tells me you haven't been on twitter lately."

"not the time liam," max scolded.

"they're going to show up in red bull gear," yuki said, "you're still one of them, no matter the color you wear."

"i mean, the words fuck ferrari in all caps are currently trending on twitter," pierre added, as he put his phone away "so, that's got to count for something."

daniel laughed loudly, "only the tifosi could get the words fuck ferrari trending."

charles looked at them before someone tapped on charles shoulder. he tensed before turning around and being met with a little girl, no older than 10, in a ferrari shirt. what stood to all of them was the 16 on it, it was charles's shirt, his number.

the girl smiled at him, "can you sign my shirt?" she asked. she sounded so genuine in it that charles couldn't find it in himself to say no.

"of course," he looked around at his friends and boss, "do any of you have a marker?" daniel pulled one out of his pocket, "don't ask."

charles laughed, "i won't," he leaned over to the girl and signed her shirt carefully. she turned around and hugged him, "i think you look good in blue too," she smiled before running off. she turned around, "make sure you win for us!"

"see that," max said, "that's something they can't ever take away."

"they'll always love their il predestinato," pierre smiled.

for the first time in a long time charles realized he was right. to the majority of them it didn't matter what team he was on, he was still one of them. of course, there would be people who would hate him for his choices but he didn't care, not at this moment. and if he arrived at the paddock and was still surprised by people chanting his name decked out in red and blue, no one could blame him.

redbullracing imola, tifosi, he's still your il predestinato, he always will be, he's just on a loan to us. congratulations to charles on his 5th win of the season, in just a matter of 2 months, he's doubled his career wins. it's another red bull 1-2 here in imola. #ilpredestiato #forzacharles

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username who approved this caption and why did they think it was okay to make me cry?

landonorris now why am i crying? this post is about charles not me.

teaganhorner damn, was it the admin's mission to make us cry?

↳ redbullracing sorry little boss, we're crying too.

charles_leclerc i will never admit that i cried to this post, but thank you admin. 💙💙

↳ redbullracing always charles 💙

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↳ username charlie? he calls him charlie! they're besties.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! i refuse to call twitter anything other than twitter. would not recommend listening to you're on your own, kid while reading this. i listened to it while writing it and i almost started crying. okay maybe i cried a little bit but that's not important. MONACO YOU'RE UP NEXT!!

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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thebearchives · 2 years ago

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breakfast in bed | CL16

PAIRING: dad!charles leclerc x mom!reader

REQUESTED: [X] yes [] no

WORD COUNT: 2.2k

SYNOPSIS: when charles is woken up by his son demanding to make you breakfast in bed, he finds it hard to say no.

WARNINGS: fluff, dad!charles, slight rbr slander from pierre lolzies

A/N: i apologize to the person who requested this bc i feel like this is so badly written, but i spent so much time just staring at this fic that i just want to get it done and other with. i loved the request so much, just wish i could have executed it better :(

as always, don't be a ghost reader!

the first thing charles thought on the morning of his first day of summer break was that someone was trying to steal his arm. the tugging on his arm was constant, whoever wanted his arm seemed to be struggling.

charles opened his eyes, blinking once, and then once again, until his vision cleared up. there–up close and personal–stood a little boy, his beautiful son, hands wrapped around his father’s bicep, a pout on his pink lips.

“papa, levez-vous,” get up, he whispered, “i’m hungry.”

charles groaned lightly, pressing his face into his pillow, “léo, c'est trop tôt” it’s too early.

his arm was shaken, hard, “but papa,” the boy whined, “you said that if we wake up before maman, we can make her breakfast in bed.”

charles sluggishly raised his head and turned it to the side. léo was right, you were still sleeping, chest raising up and down ever so softly.

any other day and charles would have been surprised to see you still asleep, but yesterday had been a busy day with you and léo making guest appearances on the paddock, and an even busier night celebrating charles’ podium once léo had gone to bed.

charles turned back to his son, the playful pout on his own lips challenged léo’s, “what about breakfast in bed for me? i won the race yesterday.”

léo huffed, hands resting on his lightning mcqueen pajama-clad hips, “papa, we had a whole fancy dinner for you. vous êtes trop gourmand!” you are so greedy!

“gourmand?” charles perched up on his elbow, blanket dropping to his lower torso. he shivered at the sudden rush of cool air, “qui t'a appris ce mot?” greedy?…who taught you that word?

“tonton pierre! he said that’s what redbull was being when they took him out of the team.” léo’s eyes were wide as he explained the context to his father.

charles shook his head in amusement, of course pierre would say that. ever since léo declared that he wanted a redbull racesuit for his birthday, pierre had been adamant about changing his mind. ‘aren’t you enraged that he likes redbull more than ferrari?’ he had asked charles once. you had laughed and elbowed charles, ‘forget rage. charles cries about it every night when léo asks for him to call max’.

and it was true. charles’ call history always contained max’s number, and max couldn’t help but anticipate every time he got a call from charles in the late hours of the day. every time he answered the facetime call, léo would appear with a big smile and a ‘tonton maxie!’.

charles hated to admit it, but his son’s closet was almost split between ferrari and redbull merch, the occasional white and blue of alpha tauri peeking out.

“can we go now?” léo’s hands were back on charles’ arm, “maman might wake up if we keep talking.”

charles sighed before nodding in agreement, “have you brushed your teeth yet?”

the boy shook his head and charles gave him a look. léo huffed, “you better not go back to bed.”

charles let out a breathy chuckle, watching léo rush out of the room. as much as he would love to go back to bed, he didn’t want to face léo’s wrath. he’d taken after you in that category, always ready to speak his mind when things didn’t go as planned.

charles quietly swung his legs over the bed and stepped out, tucking the blanket against you gently so you wouldn’t wake up from the cold. he tried to keep the noise to a minimum as he threw on a hoodie and some sweatpants.

the two leclerc boys met at the bottom of the stairs, freshly-brushed teeth and minty breaths. charles and you had decided to switch léo to minty toothpaste earlier than most other parents made the switch themselves, having caught the then four-turning-five-year-old sucking his toothpaste out of the bottle and eating it. we’ve all had those days, right?

“d’accord, mon petit chou. what should we make maman?” charles ruffled leo’s hair as he walked past him. alright, my little cabbage.

léo clapped his hands excitedly, instantly stopping with an apologetic look when charles shushed him gently, “can we make pancakes?”

charles searched the pantry, “hmm, i think we’ve got everything we need for it. sure!”

léo walked over to the side of the kitchen to grab the little step stool you and charles had bought for him.

charles had read online once that letting your kids help around in the kitchen made them smarter and helped them learn about nutrition, sending you a link and a ‘we should do this with léo’ before getting into his car and setting out for his race. that week, after charles returned, the two of you went shopping for some children-friendly appliances, excited to introduce léo to something new.

the six-year-old positioned himself right in front of the large bowl charles had set out. the older leclerc stood to the side, looming over the open utensils drawer. he pulled out two items, a spatula and a whisk, before holding them up in the air.

“léo, which one should we use?” as much as charles wanted to say he was asking this as a learning experience for his son, the monégasque was truly clueless.

léo pointed to the whisk and charles brought it over, moving on to grab the ingredients next. he handed léo the box of pancake mix, “okay, bébé, do you think you can tell me what ingredients we’re going to need?”

the boy nodded excitedly, flipping the box around and slowly reading the steps. after a few seconds, he gave up, impatient, and looked at the pictures instead, “papa, milk!”

charles faltered for a second, waiting for the next ingredient that never came, “that’s it?”

léo hummed, “yup! see, the front says just add milk! ajoutez juste du lait!” just add milk!

“alright then,” he pulled the milk out of the fridge, “whatever you say, chef léo.”

“papa,” the boy giggled, hand to his mouth to hide his smile–something he learned from you, “i’m not a chef! i don’t have my chef hat on.”

ah, the chef hat. another one of charles’ impulse buys after he saw one small enough to fit around léo’s head. he bought the same ones in larger sizes for both himself and you, and demanded that they had to cook something that night so they could wear the hats.

that same night, f1 fans went crazy over the domestic photodump charles had posted to his instagram, starting with a picture of the three of you with matching chefs hats, and ending with progress pictures of your attempt at making pizza from scratch.

charles pulled the hat out and placed it on léo’s head, grabbing another one and placing it on his own head, “okay, chef léo. shall we begin?”

“we shall!” he shook the pancake mix in excitement, handing it over to charles to open and measure.

it wasn’t long until both boys moved over to the stove, although léo had been sat on the island right across from the stove so he could watch without the risk of getting burned.

“what toppings should we use, papa?” léo was holding onto a bottle of chocolate syrup, something charles had taken out of the pantry along with honey and an array of berries.

“well, do you know what maman’s favourite fruit is?” charles flipped the pancake over.

“strawberries!” léo replaced the chocolate syrup with the bowl of chopped strawberries near him. his eyes still lingered on the chocolate syrup, “can we still put some syrup on top?”

charles chuckled, having already expected that question. when you had been pregnant with léo, your cravings always included chocolate in one for or another, and as a result, léo leclerc was obsessed with chocolate.

“of course we can, ma fève de cacao.” my cocoa bean.

the two leclercs worked like an assembly line, with charles cooking pancakes while léo decorated them with strawberries and chocolates. after yours was done, and charles had finished making his own and léo’s, charles joined the younger boy in plating and setting up the tray that they would take up to your room.

hopefully, you’d still be asleep.

right before charles could attempt his way up the stairs, léo gasped, hands placing themselves on the bottom of charles’ back, “papa! nous avons oublié le jus.” we forgot the juice!

charles stared at the already full tray, “mon amour, je ne pense pas que nous ayons de la place sur le plateau.” my love, i don’t think we have any space on the plate.

léo contemplated before smiling, “one second!”

he ran off into the pantry, a few grunts escaping his lips as he searched for whatever he was trying to find. charles was intrigued, watching his son come out of the pantry with three juice boxes.

he let out a loud laugh, “tu es très intelligent, petit chat.” you’re very smart, little cat.

léo pouted, a foot stamping against the tiled floor, “papa! i’m not un petit chat, i’m léo! a lion! un gros chat!” a big cat.

“ouais, ouais. let’s go, lion, the pancakes are getting cold.”

léo rushed out in front of charles, climbing up the stairs speedily before turning around to watch his father maneuver slowly up the same steps. when charles finally reached the top, léo opened the door and ran up to your still sleeping body.

he poked your cheek, “maman,” his voice was low, “maman, wake up.”

much like your husband, you groaned, not wanting to wake up. léo poked your nose next, giggling as you scrunched it up and batted at his hand lightly. he shook you, “maman, get up! we have a surprise!”

you blinked your eyes open, squinting at the light that peeked through the curtains, “what time is it?”

your son smiled wide, moving close enough so his face was all that you saw, “it’s breakfast time!”

“léo, inside voices,” the sound of charles’ voice caused you to flit your eyes up. there he stood, at the foot of the bed with a tray of pancakes and a soft smile on his face, “good morning, ange.”

you pulled yourself up, leaning against the headboard, “what’s this?”

you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face as charles brought the tray over to you, placing it in front of you. léo hopped onto the bed, placing a juice box in front of both you and charles, leaving his in his lap.

you wiped the sleep out of your eyes, “is it like, mother’s day or something? my birthday? am i forgetting something?”

charles smiled, reaching over the plate to place a kiss on your forehead. when he leaned back, léo replaced him, also placing a kiss on your forehead. unlike his father, he also patted your head, no doubt trying to tame your monstrous bed hair.

charles looked at the two of you fondly, “nothing special. notre petit lion voulait vous faire le petit déjeuner au lit.” our little lion wanted to make you breakfast in bed.

you looked over at léo who was smiling shyly, “merci, mon petit chaton.” thank you, my little kitten.

charles smirked to himself, waiting for léo to interject and tell you that he wasn’t a little kitten, but was amazed when léo smiled and cuddled up into your side, showing you the pancake he had decorated into a smiley face for you.

charles couldn’t stop his mouth from opening in shock, “léo, how come when i called you un petit chat, you corrected me, but when maman calls you un petit chat, you don’t say anything?”

you giggled at your husband’s pout, and léo stuck his tongue out at his father, “because i’m only maman’s kitten!”

charles narrowed his eyes at you, who hid behind léo’s head, the shaking shoulders giving away your amusement.

“y/n,” he slumped over, whining, “comment peux-tu me faire ça?” how could you do this to me?

you took a deep breath, willing yourself not to laugh before looking at charles, “sorry, i don’t speak french, i have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“oh, mon dieu, you are so annoying sometimes,” he snaked his hand back to the tray, “i’m not sure you deserve this anymore.”

before you could do it yourself, léo grabbed the other end off the tray and pulled it towards you.

“papa! no funny business,” his brows were furrowed and hands were back on his hips like earlier. charles bit his lip to hold back his laughter and you looked away to hide yours.

léo pointed a finger to the pancakes, “the pancakes are getting cold! we need to eat them.”

you cleared your throat, a smile still present on your lips, “you are absolutely correct, mon petit. where should we start?”

and with that, the three of you finally started eating your breakfast in bed. and though the pancakes had significantly cooled down, and were soggy from the chocolate syrup, you would easily say that it was one of the best breakfasts you had, watching your husband and child banter about who made the mess in the kitchen and who would clean it.

and even though you knew that you would end up cleaning the kitchen, nothing could ruin the happiness that filled you when you looked down at your plate and saw the small strawberry small and blueberry eyes looking back up at you.

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menzori · 2 years ago

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Hi! I'd like a charles x male!reader redbull driver where their relationship is a secret until someone catches them, thanks in advance!

Secret kisses

(Not my gif)

Charles Leclerc x male!reader

Content warning: angst , slight homophobia? Sensitive charles(but not really) , skysports being insane

Part 2 ↘

Y/n's pov

I let out a soft groan as Charles shoved me against the wall before pulling me into a heated make out session, grabbing at his waist as he pushed himself into me. "Charles not here.." I murmured against his lips as he opened his previously shut eyes to stare into mine. "No one will see us." He whispered back before kissing my jaw. "Charles!" I whisper-shouted grabbing the Monégasque to hold him still. "I have media duties." I told him still holding his shoulders. "Fine." He groaned before walking away, probably upset but i can't loose my job just because Charles is trying to cop a root.

"Y/N are you happy with P2?" The interviewer asked as i nodded slightly. "I mean Redbull got a P1 and P2 so i'm really happy and the rest of the team are happy." I answered messing with the ring on my hand. "We interviewed Charles Leclerc earlier and he told us he was happy for you." I nodded again blushing slightly as i moved my hand to rub my shoulder. "Yeah Charles did great today." I told the interviewer as she nodded before asking me boring questions about my life over and over.

Laughing i walked side by side with Pierre. "You know you did the whole of media duties with hickeys on your neck." Pierre told me making my head snap towards him. "What?" I asked making me pull my phone out and check the camera. "Oh my god." I muttered ghosting my fingers over them as i moved my head. "Who is it? Cause you didnt show up to the paddock like that." He questioned making me shake my head. "No one." I told him obviously not very convincing as he laughed. "You look like you were a vampires meal." He commented making me groan and shake my head. "Hey Y/N did your car do that?" Mick asked as i walked passed him making me look up and shake my head. "Mick cars don't give you hickies-" i started before Sebastian cut me off. "Who gave you hickies?" He asked making me shrug. "You don't know?" He asked again making me nod. "I didn't even know i had them." I told him scratching my neck. He laughed softly before returning to his conversation with Mick.

"Charles!" I yelled walking into the Ferrari garage and towards him. "Yes Y/N?" He asked turning to look at me as i grabbed his arm and pulled him down a hallway.

"Are you serious?" I asked him finally letting go of him as he stood across from me. "What?" He asked making me roll my eyes. "You didn't tell me you gave me hickies i did my whole media and Pierre told me after it!" I complained staring at him. "They look good on you." He muttered running his hands over them. I shook my head slightly at him before he walked closer to me making me cup his face in my hands and kiss him quickly. "Thought you said someone would see it." He whispered leaning his head on mine. A gasp made me look up to see an interviewer. Not just any interviewer though. A sky sports interviewer with their camera rolling. Fucking hell. I shoved Charles away from me making him hit the wall behind him as i stared blankly at them. I turned to look at Charles to see tears in his eyes as he turned around and walked away.

"You know you will have to give an interview on this right?" Horner asked as i sat infront of him like a child getting told off. I nodded not looking up from the floor. "How many people know about it?" Max asked making me look up at him. "They were live." I told him making him nod at me before looking at Horner like he should yknow maybe do his job?

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F1Gossip new romance between redbull driver Y/n L/n and Charles Leclerc? The two drivers were filmed together in a hallway seemingly comforting eachother but many think they were doing more than that as Y/n had been pictured earlier in the day with fresh hickies.

User3 theyre so cute together

User77 they shouldnt be allowed to race

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User45 i dont think they are seeing eachother they hate eachother

↪ user98 they're like bestfriends but ok

I sighed staring at the post as i sat in Daniel's driving room. Hiding from my team, the media, charles and seemingly the world. "Theres nothing wrong with it y/n." Dan told me making me shrug. "Seems like there is." I groaned leaning back on his sofa. "Someone said we shouldn't be allowed to race anymore! Fuck that im not loosing my job and livelihood cause ferraris number one driver is fuckin hot as shit!" I complained as he laughed making me roll my eyes before laughing too. "This is stupid right?" I asked making eye contact with him before we both started laughing harder. "So stupid." He told me. My phone dinged making me look down to see Carlos had messaged me. "Y/n come speak to Charles he won't come out his room." I showed Dan the text making him nod before telling me to leave.

"Char?" I asked knocking on the door softly before it creaked open to show Charles who looked really upset. "Let me in-" I started before he opened it all the way and pulled me inside before slamming it again. He pulled me into a tight hug hiding his face in my chest as i stroked his hair. "I love you so much you know thst right?" I asked as he nodded into my chest squeezing me harder. "Whyd you shove me off you?" He whispered making me frown. "We were being filmed-" i began talking before he cut me off. "I dont want this to be a secret." He murmured making me nod and grab his chin and force him to look up at me. "I don't either. I'll post a picture on Instagram confirming you're mine and im yours." I reassured him making him smile softly.

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Yourusername gay people exist?

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User15 you guys are so cute

Landonorris my parents

↪ yourusername if you start calling me daddy ill get you kicked out mclaren

I hummed softly hugging Charles as he slept on me as we had got back to our hotel after a night celebrating and pretending nothing was wrong.

Reading the comments, i grinned i always thought people would hate us for it but no one gives a shit cause they care about our racing not who we go home to at night.

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landinoandco · 3 years ago

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Could I ask for a Max Verstappen request?

Where you get all excited to tell him you’re pregnant and it doesn’t go well. Could you make it super angsty

Of course you can :) here you go, I hope you enjoy!

Max Verstappen x reader

Warnings: angst but with fluff at the end

Word count: 2.2 k

Requests are open...

Baby, the future is ours

At last the summer break had rolled around again, to the relief of the Formula one drivers and crew, they had 3 long weeks ahead of them to fill with whatever they deemed stress-free or relaxing. The subject of activity depending on person to person - most sane folk tended to stick to a holiday to Greece or if you were an adrenaline junkie like Daniel Ricciardo jumping out of planes or BMX biking. You had lost count of the times Max - your boyfriend - had rushed in to tell you about all of the exciting things his best friend had gotten up to as of late.

You and Max had decided to take a break and travel to a cosy, quiet part of Italy - to escape the press, the stress and most importantly the eagle eye of social media. It would just be you and him for a few weeks before reality brought you back to Milton Keynes in the shape of Christian Horner and his motley crew.

You and Max had met in 2018 at a gala event Redbull had hosted, Pierre Gasly - being a close friend of yours - had introduced you two and to say the pair of you hit it off instantly was an understatement, whether it was a mixture of the Dutch meets British humour you had no clue but you weren’t one to complain. A few months later and Max had asked you to travel around the world with him - you did so willingly and life had been nearing perfect ever since. Of course you had your ups and downs, where the universe seemed to really test not only your love for one and other but your patience. A few arguments had shown you that both being hot-headed never ended well.

You were sat out on the balcony, a book in hand and looking out into the Italien countryside. Max had left for a run and to explore the local village, leaving you, your thoughts and your growing baby. You were pregnant - you had taken the test just before flying out, this meant that Max wasn’t aware. You hadn’t told him yet and you had no clue how you were going to. As it turns out telling your partner you were pregnant was easier said than done - ironically.

You and Max hadn’t had the baby talk yet - you had but only along the lines of: “one day, when we’re older and married and driving isn’t the main priority anymore.” Those were Max’s words. He wanted to be there for his child, to watch him or her grow, to see every milestone but most importantly to be a good and nurturing father.

There was part of you that was slightly worried because you just didn’t know how Max would take it - you couldn’t keep it in any longer though. You had to tell him. There was another part of you that was excited - from a very young age you knew you wanted to have a family of your own with the person you loved the most. Call it childish naivety. At this point in time, you were ready to become a mother - well as ready as anyone ever could be.

Placing your book onto the table, you made your way into the kitchen, grabbed a glass and filled it. Sighing loudly as you leant onto the countertop.

“That was a loud sigh.” A voice called out from behind you. You recognised it instantly. Whipping your head around, you saw Max standing there, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Chuckling, you hit back, “Thank you, Captain Obvious.”

Rolling his eyes, he made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around your middle, placing a sweet, chaste kiss onto the side of your head. Leaning into his warm embrace, you let out another long but content sigh.

“Seriously, what is it with you and sighing today.” Max uttered, his lips still against the side of your head.

You went to move forward, out of his welcoming embrace. You knew what you had to do.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Instantly the atmosphere changed, you could feel Max stiffen behind you. Maybe the tone you chose to make that comment in was too serious but it was now or never.

“Haha, which of your friends is pregnant this time.” He quipped jokingly, trying to break the tension.

Instantly you knew the way the conversation was going to end, a pang of hurt felt in your stomach. You squeezed your eyes shut, catching your lip with your teeth. He stood there with an air of innocence and unknown, concern dancing in his eyes - he went to reach his arm out to you, to offer that encouragement.

You braved the words that came out of your lips, “Me.” You almost whispered. Time seemed to slow. Max dropped his arm and instantly took a step back.

“Pardon.” Was the only thing he could force out of his mouth, his throat seemed to close up and his hands went clammy. He definitely heard you the first time but he wanted to make sure it wasn’t a night terror. A bad dream he had failed to wake from.

“I am, Max,” You said again, your voice wavering.

“Oh.” He stated, his face drained of colour, his mouth set in a straight line.

“Is that all you have to say.” You swallowed thickly, your eyes swam with tears. You had a hunch this was how it was going to end but it didn’t stop is from hurting the way it did. You had hoped he would have proved you wrong, to have wrapped his arms around you and to have spun you around. To have laughed. To have cried. To have shown a little more excitement to the fact you were now carrying his child. His first child.

You moved past him and sat down on one of the wooden chairs, rubbing your hands over your face. He was still stood there. His eyes fixated on the view out of the window. No emotion read in his eyes. It was almost like you had hit the ‘off’ button. He tapped his foot and made a clicking noise with his mouth before turning around to face you - meeting your gaze.

“How long have you known.” His voice was hoarse.

“A couple of days before we flew out.” You answered him, moving your face back to rest in your hands.

There was a pause. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner.”

You took a breath, looking him dead in the eye. “Because I knew this was how you were going to react.” You didn’t trust your voice at all, you also didn’t know whether you wanted to scream at him or cry in the corner.

“Right.” Was all he said. Still stood there like some awkward teenager after a rather large telling off from their mother.

“Is that all you have to say to me?” You asked him, nostrils flaring. You were allowed to be angry, right?

“What do you expect me to say.” He rounded on you, his voice raising more than was necessary. Tears had spilled down your cheeks, you didn’t have the energy to fight back. As soon as he realised the effect this was having on you, he went to move forward again, his eyes softening instantly. “I’m sorry - I - I shouldn’t have raised my-”

“Get out, Max.” You stated lowly. By this point, you had stood up, shuddering away from his desperate grasp. He knew he had made a mistake. You knew he regretted it, the moment the words had left his mouth.

“Get out?” He repeated quietly, his voice cracking, you could see tears glazing his vision.

“Just - please, go on a walk - come back once you have more to say to me.” You spat.

“But - But I already have more to say-” You cut his rambling off once again.

“Please. Max.” You insisted, your voice betraying you again. “Go.” You whispered.

Max stormed out of the door, ensuring to slam it so hard the chandelier on the ceiling swung precariously. You sank back into your chair and let out a loud sob, unable to hold it in any longer.

Max was mad. Not at you, that would be unfair. He was mad at himself. At the world. At everything actually because at this point why the hell not. You were pregnant - don’t get him wrong, he was over the moon. He was going to be a dad.

It was too soon.

He still had his full F1 career ahead of him. A promising and long F1 career as a matter of fact. He wanted a baby to be his main priority and he wanted to share those one in a lifetime moments with you. He knew there was no point in being mad, it wasn’t like they were in a position where they couldn’t have a child. They had plenty of things to offer, a nurturing home with parents who were head over heels in love with each other and a large family - blood and not - who would be willing to support and love the child as if it was their own. Max really was in love with you. He knew it would be you to mother his children in the end, he just didn’t think it would be now.

He reached for his phone, went into his contacts and pressed on the number that read the name: “D.R new phone.” Whilst it wasn’t adventurous like many thought it would be, it saved the confusion from calling a number that no longer existed.

Daniel picked up on the second ring. “Hey dude, how’s it going?”

“Not good at all, Dan, not good at all.” Max admitted, his voice wavering once again. He explained the events that had happened a mere 5 minutes ago, the way he reacted and the way he left you. Hurt and alone.

“I’m not going to lie to you, mate, you’ve fucked up big time.” Dan spoke after what felt like a loud silence. After all, Daniel knew you just as well as he knew Max.

“I know. I know I have, do you think I’ve been selfish?” He asked, his tone full of raw emotion.

“Yes.” Dan stated simply, “I think you have been, especially since she even told you this is how she thought you would react. How much stress do you think she had been putting on herself? Come one, I’ve taught you to be better than this.” Daniel paused, Max could almost hear him place his thumb and ring finger onto the bridge of his nose. “You know, just as well as I know, she knows it isn’t the best time. Her becoming pregnant is very much a two person job, I think it’s time that you go back to her and have a conversation like the adult I know you are.”

In that moment, Max was so grateful to have someone like Dan just a call away. “Thank you, Dan. Really. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Alright Mr Father-to-be, don’t be going all soppy on me now.” Daniel joked, returning back to his normal teasing. That was the best thing about Daniel, he was quite useful when you needed him to be.

“You can count yourself on being the godfather after that.” Max added, a large beaming smile plastered onto his face.

He heard Dan let out a loud laugh, “Go on, leave me be. Good luck, mate, let me know how it goes and when the time is right tell her I say congrats.”

“Of course, mate. Thank you, again.” Max muttered, looking back in the direction of the villa. After he hung up, he stuffed his hands into his pockets and ambled slowly - working out exactly what he was going to say to you.

Once he had opened the door, he called out to you. “Babe?” He heard a sniffle in response. You were still slumped on the chair in the kitchen, shooting daggers at the cupboard opposite.

Max sat opposite you, reaching out for your hand. Grudgingly you let him take it, you blinked and he took a deep breath before a large, beaming smile crept onto his face.

“We’re going to be parents.” He rubbed the back of your hand, speaking tentatively. You nodded, your lower lip trembled. Max stood up, still keeping a hold of your hand as he gave it a slight tug, indicating that you should stand up. You made your way into his embrace, his arms wrapping securely around you, tucking your face into the crook of your neck as he rocked gently side to side, burying his face into your hair. He then moved his hands to cradle your face, wiping the stray tears away before peppering your face with feather light kisses.

“We’re going to be parents.” He repeated, a little louder and to this you let out another sob, laughing as he picked you up and spun you around.

“I’m sorry. I was being selfish.” He said, as he wrapped you back up into his arms. You smiled into his chest. In that moment, you couldn’t be happier. It was like all of your childhood dreams had come true. In that kitchen stood your new family, mismatched and sometimes a little bit broken but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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chapter 8

Lando hated to admit it, but he was definitely the jealous type, although he tried to keep it on the down-low. He knew it wasn't some masculine territorial thing, or stemming from a deep rooted insecurity. He knew that his jealousy had come from always getting everything he wanted, and always wanting to be the best.

In karting he would beg his father for new helmets, new suits, better wheels, and he would win because of it. Yes he was talented, because you had to be, but the deep, deep jealousy he would feel when he would even come second was so intense that, over the years, he had forced himself to smile and clap and say congratulations, because otherwise he would live in a constant state of envy.

That’s why, on the morning of the French GP, the hot rush of jealousy that raced through him when he saw Sydney talking to Timothée Chalamet was terrifying, if not shameful.

Usually, celebrities would be a common sight in the US or England, but the Cannes film festival being less than a month away meant that a few famous faces were floating around the paddock, including that French bastard. “His movie’s called The French Dispatch, could you be any more pretentious?” Lando whispered to Carlos, leaning against the wall of the Ferrari garage.

“Tranquillo Lando.” Carlos chuckled. “She is not your girlfriend yet, no?”

Lando rolled his eyes. Carlos had been trying to convince him to just rip off the bandaid, but there was some fear within him that refused to do so. It was mainly the fear that, despite her denial, there really was something between Sydney and Pierre, even if she hadn't admitted it to herself.

Plus, watching her converse in French, laughing and smiling and creasing her eyes up at the corners, hair shining in the French summer sun, her shoulder leaning ever so slightly in towards the actor, he realised that she was so far out of his league it wasn't even funny. Who was he to believe himself so above every other driver, mechanic and engineer to deserve to go out with the only female driver who also happened to be pretty and funny and French.

“Maybe you should talk to Pierre about your little green friend. I think he could relate.” Carlos said before being beckoned off somewhere to do a bit more work than stare through red eyes at a man who seemed to actually be quite nice.

Lando managed to pull his eyes away from the pair, and it didn't take him long to find Pierre, chatting half-heartedly with Max a few metres away at the Redbull garage. His eyes were half-trained on Sydney and half trying to look as if he was paying attention, although it seemed as if Max was giving up on trying to keep his focus. Max gave him a pat on the shoulder before walking off, and Pierre smiled before looking around for a moment to find something else to occupy him with. His eyes met Lando's, and although he didn't really know what possessed him to do so, he beckoned for him with his head.

“Hey mate.” Pierre said, seeming to be less cold towards Lando now that he wasn't the object of Sydney's attention. Being of the same upbringing, Lando assumed he probably had the same jealousy issues and didn't want to judge him too hard for how he acted in Baku. To be fair, Pierre was much closer with Sydney than he was.

“Hey, you think that guy's gonna make a move?” Lando said, trying to sound nonchalant and also as if ‘that guy’ wasn't one of the most famous and sought after actors in the world.

“Probably, but I hope not for our sake.” Pierre laughed, sounding slightly forced.

“Oh, I’m not, if you're, like, she's yours, I mean, I don't-” Lando stammered, uncomfortable with anyone other than Carlos knowing his feelings.

“Mate, chill, you have the wrong idea.” The way that Pierre skipped over his ‘h’ reminded Lando of Sydney, and made him feel excluded from some weird French club he never felt like existed until now.

“But, in Baku you were all, you know.” Lando said, waving his hands around.

“Yeah, I know, it was,” Pierre sucked in a breath, “embarrassing.” They both chuckled, the tension easing.

“So you're not, interested?” Lando asked, hesitating around the topic as a whole.

“I was, at first, because look at her mate. Who wouldn't be?” Lando nodded in agreement. “But then, I don't know. I thought about it a bit more, and I realised I would never do anything, you know? I don’t see her that way.” Lando continued nodding, but a lack of explanation for Baku left a confused expression on his face.

“That day, it was just a bad day. I just felt shitty, the last time I raced at Baku I was in Redbull, and I retired so that fucking sucked, and it just felt like she was the only thing I had over everyone else.” Lando made a face and Pierre scrambled to explain. “It's-I don’t see her as mine or anything fucked like that. But you can't deny that she’s not, you know, special. I like being her friend because it makes me feel special too. And she doesn't have many other friends here, so it just sort of, shocked me, I don't know man, I was acting like an idiot.” Something consoling Lando was that Pierre at least looked embarrassed and a bit ashamed.

“It's okay mate, that could've been me with that guy over there, but you've come in to save the day.” Lando smiled, and he felt so hopeful for about a millisecond until he looked forward again, met with the reality of Sydney getting majorly hit on by a celebrity, and it sent his heart sinking to the bottom of his stomach. “But you should really stop looking at her like the way you were just then.” Lando added on, and Pierre tilted his head in confusion. “You really looked jealous.”

“Does he not look like a sleazy little rat though?” Pierre said, and Lando just laughed.

“You have a point there.”

“Good luck with her Lando, I promise to be less of a dickhead next time you make your moves around me.” Pierre smiled, clapping him on the shoulder before walking back over to the Redbull garage. While now he'd at least eliminated Pierre out of the equation, he was still stuck staring between Sydney and Chalamet, not being able to ignore the way her eyes shone up at him.

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“ No, seriously I look up to you. I don’t know much about Formula 1 but you're definitely making an impact. ” Timothée Chalamet said to her, the smile on his face nearly having the same effect on her as Lando's did. Nearly, but not quite. The fact that an actor as famous and good looking as Timothée Chalamet was giving her his undivided attention and the feeling in her body was less than half of what it was when Lando put his arm around her was a problem. Because in the 2 weeks since Baku, in between their texting conversations and small interactions in the paddock, she'd all but convinced herself that he was interested in someone else, despite her minimal evidence and zero desire to believe it. At least she could enjoy Rebull’s pull in the celebrity department for the next half an hour.

“ You should get into it, there are a couple of Canadians you could root for. ” Sydney said, squinting up into the sun.

“ I’m not Canadian. ” He laughed, and she closed her eyes fully in embarrassment.

“ Sorry, you just seem too nice for an American. Oh fuck, sorry. ” She replied, and he just laughed again.

“ It's okay, if I was fully European I’d probably say the same thing. ”

“ You basically are, Timothée. ” Sydney said, emphasising the ‘thée’.

“ You remind me of my dad when you say my name like that. ”

“ Mm, sexy. ” The two of them laughed once again, and Sydney relished in how good it felt to talk to someone outside of the Formula 1 world.

“ Where will you watch the race from? ” Sydney asked.

“ I think in there. ” he said, pointing to the Red Bull garage. “ I know it's not your team, but I’ll be going for you. ”

“ Thank you, Timothée. I feel honoured to be picked over your Canadians brothers. ”

“ What can I say, I have more loyalty to my French brothers. Or, sister. ”

“Sydney!” The invisible bubble surrounding her and the incredibly attractive man in front of her was broken, and she was brought back to the track, her race engineer beckoning her over to the garage.

“ I’ve got to go, but it was lovely talking to you. My friends will be so jealous. ” By friends she meant Daisy, who would probably meet him later on anyway.

“ Before you go, do you have any more time in France after today? I’d like to see you again. ” Timothée said, the faint blush on his cheeks nearly indistinguishable from the pre-existing heat flush.

“ I would love to, but we fly to Austria tomorrow. Unless you would like to come.” They both laughed, but there was a certain finality about it. They were both busy, they understood this kind of disappointment and Sydney wouldn't let it get her down. After all, the one boy she really wanted was always where she was, no matter what.

“ Well then, I’ll say goodbye and good luck. ” Timothée said, leaning in to give her a farewell kiss on the cheek, allowing her to turn and walk back to her race engineer who had become engrossed in one of the many number-filled screens. She felt her face stay red even after she entered the shade, and tried to stop thinking about the kiss so that she could calm down a bit.

“Made a new friend, have we?” Her engineer, Mattia said, not looking away from the screens in front of them.

“You sound unapproving.”

“Disapproving.”

“Fuck off, you know what I mean.”

“I’m not disapproving, just focused. Look, I was running this sim, and if we want to maximise speed through turn 1…” Sydney fell into a zone she loved to be in as soon as Mattia started discussing some things to change for the race. All outside noise was shut off, as if she was wearing noise cancelling headphones, and she didn't need to pause to translate what Mattia was saying in her head, because she could picture it as if she was in the car then and there.

As Mattia paused to get up a different set of stats, Sydney felt her eyes wander briefly over to the side, only to be met with a sight that sent her heart into her throat.

“ Maman, papa, I was worried you weren't going to make it. ” She gave them both a hug, before leaning back to match their gaze.

“ As if we’d miss our baby winning her first grand prix. ” Her dad said, grinning from ear to ear.

“ Papa, you can't say stuff like that before every race, it's bad luck. ” She replied, smiling anyway.

“ You look busy darling, we’ll see you again before the race to say good luck. You just focus now. ” Her mum said, giving Sydney another hug before walking back into the garage, getting given a pair of headphones and a seat. She noticed them talking to Pierre's parents, northern and southern accents clashing slightly but not doing anything to dampen their collective enthusiasm. Pierre's parents were pointing things out and leaning in close to whisper gossip, and it made her heart fill to bursting. She hadn't seen them since New Years, and she immediately felt more like herself.

“I think that will help.” Mattia said. Sydney had nearly forgotten he was there.

“What?”

“Your parents. You are just a little kid after all.” He grinned, and she gave him a pinch on the arm before going back to their screens. It was 2 hours until lights out, and she felt the type of certainty in herself that she hadn't felt since winning the final race of formula 2, the one that secured her a podium position in the championship.

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It had been a lucky race, an incredibly lucky race. With an incident between Valterri and Lando taking them both out of the race, and with Sydney moving from 10th to 5th before turn one after an unusually good start, she now found herself in the final lap, within DRS range of Sergio but just too far behind to make her move. Mattia had stopped talking to her over the radio to let her concentrate, and all heard was the blood rushing in her ears and the revs of the car. She knew that, with Pierre behind Sergio at the last check in, the French crowd must have been going insane, but she couldn't see anything besides the Red Bull in front of her, tunnel vision searching for a gap to lunge for.

Turn 12, she nearly slipped through but had to back out in order to not get pushed off the track. Turn 13 was a long curve, and she noticed that she'd accelerated out of the previous turn better than Sergio, her front wing peaking out in front of his. Turn 14, around the outside. The was a moment where it seemed as if everything slowed, the body of her car speeding up past his, and then, like someone had pressed the play button, she shot past him to take the apex of turn 15. The checkered flag was in sight, and she could see the team hanging off the fence, waving their fists and yelling.

It took a moment for it to process, and when it did she couldn't help the grin that split across her face. “Sydney, P3! Fucking podium place! Podium Sydney!”

“COME ON! FUCK YES! FUCK YES BOYS, FUCK!” She screamed, and she realised that there were tears streaming down her face. She pulled into the podium place, barely securing the car before she was running towards the massive crowd of navy and white, jumping onto them the way she'd always wanted to, the rough pats on the back still not enough to let her fully appreciate what was happening. It felt like two seconds before she'd been in 10th, hoping to at least stay in the points, and here she was, a podium in her rookie season and at her home race.

As she made her way through the AlphaTauri members, hugging and shaking hands with all of them, tears still streaming within her helmet, she felt a presence behind her. She spun around to be met with Pierre's helmet, and lept up to hug him tightly, their joint elation at such a good performance in their home country causing them to grip each other so tightly. Sydney noticed her feet were off the ground, and she didn't even care. She'd never felt so consumed by happiness in her entire life. It filled up her chest and flowed down to the tips of her fingers.

“ Fucking good job Sydney. I’m so proud of you. ” Pierre said, having to yell a bit to get through two layers of helmet.

“ I couldn't have done it without you. ” She said, gripping his shoulders even tighter, and she didn't think she'd ever said anything more true in her whole life. Except for their one off day, Pierre had never faltered at her side. If Daisy was like the sister she never had, then Pierre was like the brother.

They left each other's embrace, Sydney having to walk over to the interview area. She could feel a camera following her as she removed her helmet and balaclava, and as her plaits fell out behind her she lifted her hands up to try and fix her hair a bit. Someone handed her a cap and she put it on hurriedly. It was only then that she noticed how wet her face was from a mixture of tears and sweat, and tried to wipe as much of it off with her equally sweaty hands. The crowd in front of her was yelling their enthusiasm and in a moment of pure confidence, she lifted her hand up in a fist, the yelling only intensifying.

“Sydney, I don't really have any words, do you?” The presenter laughed as she stepped up to the microphone, cheering getting louder once again.

“Not really, I think my body is still in shock.” She laughed, and then realised he wanted a real answer too. “I seriously never thought that I would get this far. It was probably a mix of a lot of luck, and being home, and having my parents here, but damn, I might cry again if I think too much about it.”

“Obviously there was a bit of luck there with Norris and Bottas out of the running, but you did some exceptional racing there.”

“I think my start was what really set me up, I shot through the group straight away, and then it was just about maintaining that position. I think my overtake on Daniel did a lot of the work for my overtake on Checo, at that point I was just pushing to get podium, I didn't have to worry about tyres anymore. I guess it worked, no?” The crowd cheered once again, and, although it felt impossible, her smile got even wider.

“Well, you should be immensely proud of yourself, first female podium in Formula 1 history, hopefully we can see some more of this for the rest of 2021.” Sydney smiled and nodded thank you as she walked back into the building behind the pit lane, immediately greeted by Daisy, Pierre, her parents and Franz.

“ Well done my love. ” Her mum said, hugging her tightly.

“ I’m so proud. ” Her dad said, and she noticed that he had been crying.

“ I didn't quite get the win .” Sydney laughed thickly.

“ You could've retired and I would've been proud. ” He joked, and then she was being shepherded up to the podium.

“You're a legend, I’m so fucking happy for you.” Daisy said as they walked, and Sydney was momentarily shocked by her swearing.

“Daisy, make sure I save you some champagne.” Sydney grinned. It felt like her skin was buzzing under her race suit, and the inside of her body was tied up in knots with excitement.

“ In third place, Sydney Laurent. ” Even though she was receiving third, it could’ve been first from the way the crowd was screaming. She barely registered the feeling of the trophy in her hands, nor the actions that somehow took her from standing on the podium to standing in her hotel room that night. Her body felt like a shell filled to the brim with joy, and yet that shell seemed to just be floating through the night, nothing going in and sticking in her brain. She popped the champagne, knowing in the back of her mind that it was dripping down her neck and drying to her skin. She shook lots of hands, hugged Pierre again, smiled her way through many interviews, genuinely this time, and semi-relaxed in the presence of her parents for a short interval which she could remember slightly more vividly than everything else.

Sydney knew this was supposed to be the best day of her life, and honestly by the next day that was probably how she’d remember it, but here, still drunk from the team party, struggling to get her legs into a pair of track shorts, she couldn’t help but feel as if the unquantifiable happiness she’d felt just a few hours before had leaked out onto the bar floor and now she was left with just the shell. She wasn’t sad, just exhausted, and she didn’t know how Lewis could have won seven whole world championships and recover enough to keep going, when she was already dreading having to wake up the next morning.

Her drunk brain suddenly informed her that she was too hot, and, finding no ice in the mini fridge, she flopped back on her bed and briefly entertained the idea of going on a walk to find some. Well, that’s what her sober brain rationalised it as, her drunk brain was flashing back to the few encounters with Lando in hotel elevators and hallways and was hoping to recreate the experience, but that was so embarrassingly childish that she couldn’t really admit it to herself. Plus, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen him yet that day (or yesterday, it was now 3am).

One of the few things she could pinpoint and remember sharply from the day was his congratulations to her. It was after all her interviews and her much needed shower, and she was on the hunt for something to eat before going to a meeting about something on her car that, at the time, seemed far less important than food. She had that warm feeling of a shower still lingering on her skin, and the bustling paddock had quietened to a gentle hum. A vending machine had been erected in between the Red Bull and McLaren buildings, and Sydney felt her feet move her towards it, her brain soaking into the walls of her skull, unable to process much.

As she was fishing around in her wallet for the 3 euros she needed for a coke and a bag of chips, she heard footsteps pass the small alcove, then stop and head towards her. Turning around, she was met with Lando’s smiling face and open arms. Without really thinking, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and leaned up on her toes to push her face into his neck. It was far too intimate for what her small, weak heart in that moment could deal with, and not to mention for the level of their relationship, but she was too tired and emotionally exhausted to care.

“Well done.” Lando mumbled to her. His previous excitement had seemed to have mellowed in her embrace as they rocked slightly back and forth, Sydney, trying to take in every point where her skin met his before it was over.

“Thank you.” She mumbled in return, loosening her grip at the thought of someone seeing them so closely entwined. “Did you feel like this after your podium?” She asked, squinting up at him as the setting sun angled itself into her eyes. The orange light back lit Lando and made him look like a golden glowing figure. Her heart felt like it was about to burst.

“Feel like what?” He asked in return. They were both still speaking quietly, not wanting to burst the insulated bubble that their conversations seemed to always be taking place in.

“I am so, so happy, like, the most happy I have ever been in my entire life. But also, I feel very strange. Like I feel every emotion but also none at all. You know?” She smiled, yet as she was saying those words she knew she was lying. Because the overpowering, all consuming sense of joy mixed with adrenaline had felt like a shot of tequila on an empty stomach that went straight to her head, and she knew that wasn’t how she felt now. She felt real joy, right in the pit of her stomach. That little seed that blossomed whenever Lando was around. It didn’t make her feel this emptiness, but it also didn’t fill her to bursting. It seemed to grow into a space within her that she didn’t even know existed.

“I do know. That’s why you go out and get pissed. Which,” He looked at his watch, “you appear to be overdue for.”

“I have a meeting first.” Sydney sighed while still smiling, and Lando rolled his eyes and pretended to gag. She giggled softly, and hated that such a girlish act felt so natural.

“That’s disgusting. You should ditch. Hang out with me.” He grinned, the gap between his teeth beaming proudly.

“I am afraid I cannot. Oh, look, I am being beckoned.” She laughed, showing her phone screen with ‘Mattia’ glowing over the call screen. “See you later?” She posed as a question.

“I hope so.” Lando smiled, and she could’ve sworn his eyes flickered downwards to her lips for a millisecond. And as soon as she turned her head, it was as if she sunk back into the whirlwind dreamscape of her evening, leaving Lando and his grounding eyes behind next to the vending machine.

And that’s what she couldn’t stop replaying over and over again as she lay on her bed, too hot and too alone. Well, not too alone, just missing the one person she wanted, his glowing face looking at her from her own mind, sun setting behind him and smile burrowing a hole through her heart. God she was in deep. She didn’t know how she’d ever be able to sleep again.

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What did you say about a Sebcharleslewis threesome? ? ?

ok ok !! so. i have Thoughts about this. like. ok. there are so many different ways you can go about this and they’re all delicious

smth smth lewis and seb used to fool around. cocky bitchy redbull seb teasing repressed mclaren lewis smth smth. did they ever — charles is never quite sure. even decades later. and then 2017 happens and baku happens but it doesn’t exactly. happen. or it does but not in the way a lot of ppl think it did. and then 2018. and seb is laughing. drunk and giddy. their trophies at their feet. and lewis kisses him or seb kisses lewis. or. it doesn’t matter. they’re kissing and when lewis wakes up the next morning. seb is in the shower. his side of the bed very carefully made. shoes by the hotel room door. ready to leave. ok. lewis thinks. ok.

it happens a few times in 2019. it does not happen in 2020. lewis watches the way charles’ eyes follow seb and how seb’s sharp smile softens when charles laughs at his jokes and steps away. lewis hooks up with seb again in 2021 but charles is there this time and well. this would be fine. it’d be so very fine. if lewis wasn’t in love with seb and half in love with charles when. afterwards. as lewis is looking for his jacket that seb threw somewhere. handed lewis a dog toy. for roscoe. he grinned. don’t worry it doesn’t squeak. seb laughs from the bed. sheets pooled by his hips. arms behind his head. charles had frowned when lewis only stared at him. mouth dry. chest aching. it was his birthday yes? i saw it on instagram. lewis cleared his throat. yeah. yes. it was. thank you. he had to throw a pillow at valtteri to stop him laughing when lewis told him that he ran after that. leaving behind his jacket. they keep hooking up. valtteri keeps laughing at him. lewis loses and doesn’t see them again until bahrain where charles wins and lewis grins at him from the step below. hair pulled back. face wet with champagne and sweat and lewis sucks his dick while sebastian fingers him open.

seb retires and lewis’s world tilts on its side before rightening again. charles does not look surprised which lewis tries not to let hurt. (he does not succeed as much as he’d like to)

charles and lewis don’t do anything with seb gone. it doesn’t even occur to lewis to bring it up. lewis talks to seb on the phone every two weeks. texts him more. charles seeks him out during parades. after races. during breaks in monaco. what do you want. lewis doesn’t ask. what are you looking for. charles asks him who he thinks will stay together during this season of love island. they are still trying to get seb to watch it. charles comes p2 in the championship again this year. but it’s closer this time. and it doesn’t sting as much. looking up at lewis laughing on the top step. shoulders loose. something settled in him. there will be eight stars on your helmet next year. seb says before he kisses lewis. back in lewis’s driver room. charles closing the door behind them.

(seb likes to say that their first date was celebratory drinks after that and it ended in him being the first person to ever give an eight time world formula one champion a blowjob. one giant suck for mankind. he had murmured into the crease of lewis’s hip. lewis’s laugh choking into a moan. charles hooking a chin over his shoulder. feeling lewis shudder against him.)

or or or. seb retiring. lewis follows him after a few years. two more wdcs under his belt. charles watches him go. sticky with champagne and sweat. a weight off his shoulders with his wdc trophy at his feet. he had let lewis lift him up during that podium even tho lewis had won the race. he calls seb once a week. chats to lewis every other week. eats dinner at theirs in switzerland. grabs breakfast with lewis in monaco when he’s there. he does not date. pierre insists on watching rom coms whenever they have movie nights. deliberately turning up the volume when the love interest declares their love. charles ignores him.

lewis is wearing the fluffy socks that charles (badly) knitted for him last year for christmas when charles turns up at their door one summer break. three years later. a retirement annoncement left behind him. he just grins. calls over his shoulder for seb to set another place. he’s making waffles. lewis says. and charles steps into his arms. tucking his face into lewis’s neck. who lets him. holding back just as tight.

#god. just !! so many possibilities #lol. i did start a fic based on the first concept n wrote maybe 3k words n lowkey abandoned it #maybe i’ll go back to it when my exams are over n i’ve finished other fics……#seb/charles/lewis #niamh.asks

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vinvantae · 3 years ago

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ᴛᴡɪɴ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ

Part 4/25

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Rating - Mature

Warnings - Explicit language, mentions of sex, mentions of alcohol

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‘That’s P2, y/n, P2. We’ve secured the front row.’.

“Fuck yeah! Whoo!” You cheered over the radio, heading to Parc Fermé.

You pulled up beside your teammate by the banners and took the wheel off so you could climb out of the car. Max ran over to you and gave you the very definition of a bro hug, patting you so hard on the back it felt like he was trying to burp you. “We did it!”

“Hell yeah we did. Now let’s do that again for the race tomorrow.” You gave him a fist bump and headed over towards the garage.

This was what you came here to do, top the points with Max from the get go. You had no doubt in your skills, it was just proving it to everyone else. P2. For your first qualifying. You outdid everyone except your own teammate. Dan had qualified 6th; within the points but you knew it wasn’t what he would’ve wanted. But it wasn’t about him right now, it was about what you’d achieved.

Several of the boys came over and gave you pats on the back and fist bumps. It was nice to be praised by the people you respected most. You pulled your helmet off and swapped it for your cap, hiding any sins the helmet may have caused. Vettel approached you and shook your hand.

“Good job. Looking forward to seeing you in the race tomorrow.”

Don’t panic. It’s only Sebastian Vettel.

“U-Uhm thank you. I’m excited to be out on the track with everyone.”

He nodded in agreement before heading over to Mick. Their relationship was cute. You’d heard Mick gushing over how Vettel was like a cool uncle to him, and it was nice that he had someone he could turn to when times were hard. The PR manager came over as Vettel left and gave you a quick debrief before the post-qualifying interview. “Good job. Try and steer any questions they give back to the race. Now that they’ve seen you behind the wheel, I’m hoping those silly gossip questions will ease off some.”

You walked over towards the interviewer who was currently chatting to Lewis. Despite you being a fresh competitor for him, he was never anything but nice to you off the track. During pre-season interviews, he’d been the biggest supporter for you joining F1 but he didn’t treat you any differently to the others on the track, which was exactly what you wanted.

He shook your hand as he walked away from his interview. “Good job, y/n. You killed it.”

“Thanks for the support, Lewis.”

“Y/n! Congratulations, starting on the front row for your first race. You must be excited!” The interviewer asked, holding the microphone towards you so the fans in the stands could hear you. As you approached him, the cheers were loud. Wow.

“Yeah man, I’m so bloody happy. I’m so happy to finally be on the grid. Even more so at the front of it.”

“And you finished ahead of our very own 7 time world champion. How does that feel?”

F1 questions. Fuck yes.

“Lewis is crazy talented and being able to top his time is absolutely unreal after watching from the sidelines for years.”

“Thank you, y/n. Good luck with the race tomorrow.”

You waved at the fans before heading towards your trailer for a little bit of down time. You were so buzzed; P-fucking-2 in your first qualifying - you weren’t dumb, you knew being in a good car helped your case but compared to some of Max’s previous teammates it was impressive to be so close to him from the jump. It was a shame that Alex and Pierre had to lose their seat at Redbull in order for you to join the team; you heard regardless of whether or not you joined Alex was out - they were considering Perez but he ended up at Haas with Mick after you took the seat.

“Y/n! Been trying to find you!” Max jogged up to you as you stepped into your trailer.

“Everything okay?” You asked, inviting him into your trailer and shutting the door behind the pair of you. He moved over to your couch as you opened your mini fridge to get a drink.

“You really didn’t need to come at Dan’s throat like that during the press conference.”

You slammed the door of the fridge closed. “Excuse me? I came at Dan’s throat? Did you not hear that question he asked me, Max?”

“I did but y/n, you don’t understand-“

“No, I don’t. Because, instead of telling me what’s really bothering him like an adult, he’s chatting shit at press conferences and getting his best buddy to try and clean up after him.” You cut him off. “I’m on this team, in this seat, because we joined Redbull together. Redbull was always the plan for us, what was I supposed to do when he went off to another team and Renault wouldn’t let me follow? Just quit?”

“Y/n-“

“No Max, I’m not hearing it from you. If he has something to say to me - he can apologise for that stunt he pulled earlier and explain himself because I haven’t the foggiest clue what that man’s problem is.”

Max held his hands up defensively, realising there was no chance of getting you to change your mind right now. “I’ll leave you to it.”

“Today was supposed to be good, Max. We just got our first 1-2 start of the season.” You protested as he reached for the door handle.

He came up to you and squeezed your biceps, making your eyes meet his. “I know, I’m sorry. We did well today. We’re gonna smash the championship, I know it. You’re gonna be the best teammate I’ve had. That includes Dan.”

You smiled softly and let him pull you into a hug. “Thanks Max. I need a friend right now.”

“You’ve got me. Don’t worry. Dan’s my best friend but I’m not going to just leave you hanging, we’re a team.”

He playfully pulled your cap down over your eyes, earning a shove. “Idiot.”

“There’s a couple hours before it gets dark, do you want to join me and some of the boys for a non-alcoholic beverage?” He asked.

“Will-“

“No.”

“Okay, I’ll come for a bit then. I want an early night though, big day tomorrow.” You took your hat off. “I’ll be out in a second. Just gonna change quickly.”

He nodded and left you alone for a moment to change. You stripped and pulled on some jeans and a black tank top; it may be the evening but it was still a little warm so you didn’t want to overheat. You grabbed a hoodie for the walk back and met Max outside the trailer, he was texting his girlfriend but put the phone away when he saw you. “Ready?”

“Who’s coming?” You asked, following him down towards the little refreshment area that was set up for drivers.

“Pierre, Charles, Lando, George and Carlos said they’d come. I think that’s it. They all wanted to congratulate you.”

“That’s nice of them. You boys make me feel young” you laughed softly, earning a fond smile back from the Dutchman.

“You’re not that old. You’re not even 30.”

“Oh but I’m closer to it than any of you.” You whined, but your mood was quickly changed when you were met by a barrage of hugs from the group.

“There she is!” Lando grinned, “come sit. We have… juice.”

“Ah, nice. Very responsible boys.” You chuckled, sitting between Pierre and Max.

As you picked your glass up, you let your eyes flicker to Pierre on your left - but instead of meeting his eyes or the side of his head as he spoke to others, the little git was looking right at your tits.

“Hey.” You snapped your fingers at him. “Up here, Gasly.”

“Ooooo” the boys taunted.

“Shut up.” He blushed, lowering his head as the boys teased him. You always knew that Pierre had a little thing for you; he was a good friend but sometimes his hand would be a little too low on your back or he’d hold eye contact for a little too long. He blushed dark whenever you complimented him; you knew it was mean to tease him but it was all in good spirits. As far as you knew, he knew there was nothing from your side.

“Everyone” George spoke up, holding his glass of orange juice up. “To y/n, the first female driver on the grid and to her P2 start tomorrow!”

“To y/n.” They chorused, as you all tapped your glasses together.

“Y/n, can I ask a question?” Lando spoke up after sipping his drink, his young face coated with concern, clearly bothered by something. “You don’t have to answer.”

“It’s okay, I’ll answer.”

“What is going on with you and Dan? I thought you were like…” He crossed his fingers.

“Honestly? When I signed my contract we started growing apart and things just got all weird between us. Why do you ask, Lando?”

“…well the way you act around each other isn’t the same anymore and he got mad at me for the bike ride.”

“What? Really?” You sighed, running a hand over your face. “I’m really sorry, kid. I didn’t mean to make things difficult between the two of you.”

“It’s okay. I hope you can sort things out though, it would be nice to all hang out together again. Feels like mum and dad have gone through a divorce.”

“Do you all feel like this?”

The boys all murmured and nodded in agreement. Even before you joined the grid, you were good friends with the boys - you, them and Daniel all hung out whenever you could. You hadn’t realised how much your dwindling friendship was impacting all of them; Max, sure, but to find out it was putting such a strain on your other friends too was hard to hear. You felt the worst for Lando, you’d formed such a bond since he joined the sport and you felt guilty for making him feel uncomfortable around you and his new teammate.

“I’m sorry boys… I do need to talk to him but…”

“It’s hard, we understand,” Pierre said, placing his hand on top of yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. “We know you’d never ask us to pick sides. We all just want what’s best for you.”

You smiled softly at him and let your hand flip over so you could link your fingers together and squeeze gently. “You’re too kind. Do you all think rekindling with Dan would be best for me?”

“I’ve known you since 2014, y/n.” Max spoke up, worried he’d get scolded again for speaking up about you and Dan. “I’ve not seen you happier than when you’re with him.”

“I thought you were a couple when we met.” Charles chuckled softly. “The way he looked at you, honestly, y/n it was like you had brought him the moon or something.”

“Oh fuck off, Charles.” You blushed a little, quickly dismissing his comment. “Besides, I wouldn’t even know where to start with him. He’s been a right bitch lately. I’ve already told Max that if he wants to do something about it he needs to apologise… I’m sorry boys but I’m not making the first move here. He embarrassed me in front of my team and those reporters, knowing how important the impression I need to make this year is.”

Pierre unlinked your fingers so he could slide his arm around you and pull you into a gentle side hug. You let out a shaky breath and shook your head, cracking your knuckles to keep the tears back.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean for it to get so deep.” Lando apologised, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah, mate, we are supposed to be celebrating y/n!” Carlos jabbed playfully. “How often do we get to celebrate a wonderful girl getting such a fast lap, huh?”

“You’re right mate.”

“Toast round two. Cheers y/n.” You all held up your empty juice glasses. “Good luck tomorrow. We all believe in you and we’ve all got your back… off the track”

“Oh you bet your arse I’m getting on that podium tomorrow.” You laughed, clinking your glass against George’s. “I don’t say it enough, but I really appreciate you boys. All of you. You didn’t have to accept me into the group but I’m glad you have.”

“Are you kidding? You’d be one of us regardless if you were on the grid or not” Lando smiled.

“You boys are too kind.” You chuckled softly. “Hope you’re not this nice to me on track, will be boring else.”

“Oh trust me, we’re all gonna be right up your ass like flies on shit.”

“Charming as always, Charles.”

As the sun slowly began to come down, you pulled your hoodie over your head and began the slow walk back to your trailer. Pierre, of course, insisted on keeping you walking you back - you couldn’t say no to his puppy dog eyes. So the two of you ambled in comfortable silence.

“Well, here’s me.” You turned around and flinched, not realising just how close behind you the Frenchman was standing. “Jesus, Pierre. Scared the shit out of me.”

Your eyes met his and you frowned. Suddenly, you felt him lean in so you placed your hands on his chest and gently held him back.

“Y/n… I’m sorry, I just…I had to try. I needed to know.” He blushed, lowering his head.

“Hey, it’s okay. You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take right? Friends?” You smiled softly, squeezing his bicep.

“Friends.” He sighed softly, before turning away from you. He started to walk away but then stopped and turned back to face you. “…it’s Dan isn’t it?”

“…I think so. I’m sorry.”

“No, no. Don’t apologise” His voice was soft. “You should talk to him though.”

“I know.” Your voice cracked a little. The Frenchman gave you a quick hug before actually leaving.

You stepped inside your trailer and locked the door behind you. Fuck. Did you just say out loud that Dan was the reason you didn’t kiss Pierre? Why? Dan doesn’t give a shit about who you kiss, he’s got someone…

You stripped off and climbed into the shower, letting the hot water fall onto your skin and wash away any thoughts of Daniel. You had to get your head in the game for tomorrow… you needed to be on that podium. It was your dream to be an F1 champion and tomorrow was the official start of that journey, so you weren’t going to let him distract you from that.

You’ve got this.

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scarlett-hamiltonf1 · 4 years ago

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could you do a pierre gasly one where you fight in front of some other drivers and it’s kinda awkward but then you make up? Xx

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So, when you have two people with demanding careers having a relationship can be hard. Being in the same field makes it even harder. Now, try being to Formula 1 driver in a relationship. It's a recipe for disaster.

Everyone knows about the 2019 drama with Redbull Racing. You were a driver for

Everyone knows about the 2019 drama with Redbull Racing. You were Kimi's replacement in 2017 (pretend he took a few years off before Alfa Romeo). Driving for Ferrari was the dream, but you were a Redbull girl at heart. You drove with Max at Toro Rosso at the same age before moving to your respective teams. You also happened to have two WDC under your belt from 2017 and 2018. With you, Max, and Lewis in a head-to-head race for the 2019 Championship you made the biggest switch of your life.

Christian Horner came a talked to you about switching to Redbull you thought why not and signed the agreement. Charles would take your place and you would take Pierre's who also happened to be your long-time boyfriend.

"Y/N!" Max exclaimed as you walked into the Redbull garage a few minutes after the announcement.

You had already talked with Sebastian who was over the moon for you, being that he was a former Redbull driver himself.

"You're going to be my partner in crime!" he exclaimed.

I smiled as he hugged me tightly.

"Might as well get married while you're at it!" Pierre muttered as he walked past.

"Is there a problem Gasly?" Max snapped, but I patted him on the shoulder before following Pierre.

"How could you?" Pierre whispered. "You betrayed me, by coming here!"

You rolled your eyes. "God damn it, Pierre, that's life. If you could've handled driving next to Max why are you being kicked out from the team then?" I yelled. "They picked me because Max and I started our careers together and we know how to handle each other."

Pierre huffed. "So now you're calling me a bad driver?"

"No! I said you couldn't handle being second to Max. Many people couldn't handle that, because believe it or not Max is insufferable, but he's my insufferable friend."

"You say that like he's your boyfriend."

You let out a loud groan. "Well at the moment he's better than my own boyfriend who's tearing me down for living my dream. At least Max is happy that I'm at Redbull!"

"Yeah, but I'm you're boyfriend and you betrayed me!" Pierre yelled. "I hope you have a horrible accident today in the race."

"You would rather have me dead than see me live my dream," I whispered as tears started to gather in my eyes.

"A nice and firery accident like the place you're going to." he spat before storming off.

You turned around to see pretty much the whole grid staring at me in shock. You just shrugged before Max led me into the Redbull garage. My body started shaking as tears rolled down my face violently.

That hurt like a bitch. Pierre's words struck you down to the very depths of your soul like a sword had pierced through your heart.

Soon you were in your Redbull speeding around the track in an intense battle for first with Lewis as you lapped George Russell who at that moment spun into your car.

The car flipped in the air, as you screamed loudly not being able to comprehend anything besides the fact you were not crawling out of the car and lying on the gravel.

Surprisingly you weren't in any pain just extremely shocked, when suddenly you felt someone pull you back before there was a loud bang and you watched as your beloved car aka Zephry blew up before your eyes.

"Are you okay?" the medics questioned as they gave you a check-up.

"yes, yes of course!" You chuckled and waved to the helicopter with the camera to prove it.

By the time you were released from medical, the race was over and Lewis won. Yet, he handed you his trophy as he knew you would've won if it wasn't for the accident. George ran up to you, but you quickly brushed it off and told him nothing to worry about.

Last but not least, Pierre walked up to you as you walked back from the podium with a distressed look on his face. The tension and awkwardness could be cut with a knife.

"Strawberry ice cream and milk chocolate." You stated with a smirk. "And never wish for me to die again."

Pierre smiled softly at you, "Yes ma'am."

It wasn't the most conventional way to make up, but it worked for both of you. After finishing third in the standing above Max and Pierre managed to wow the F1 world, he proposed in Abu Dhabi. Life was just as it should be, and everyone had their fairytale ending.

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yootaesowlwrites · 4 years ago

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Requested by: anon

Request: hello and good day to you! just saw someone request a pierre imagine from you about the reader being a part of their team and both reader and pierre falling in love, and i loved that scenario! i was just wondering if i could request for a similar one with alex and one with george? they are my favorite drivers 🥺🥺 only if it’s alright with you of course! love your writing sm! i enjoy reading your work so much ❤️

A/N: I HAD TO REWRITE IT AFTER THE TUSCAN GP, I Think it turned out better than it was, anyway, I wanted to publish this on the 20th, but ALEX WAS ON THE PODIUM... let’s celebrate.

Warnings: Love at first sight?

Word Count: 1.5K

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(Y/n) recently finished university and RedBull racing quickly approached her when one of their physiotherapists had to leave for a family emergency, they didn’t have enough time to find somebody more experienced during the Tuscan Grand Prix and decided to give her a try, to say she was over the moon about their contract was an understatement, she was tested before being allowed to enter Italy late Wednesday night, the next morning she met the team and walked through the paddock to meet the driver she would be helping for the remainder of the season.

“We realize that this was short notice, but we’re grateful that you agreed, especially with everything currently happening in the world,” Christian says as they approached the driver's rooms in the paddock. “I’ll introduce you and then I must be on my way for a meeting.” She nods her head as she continued following, they approach Alex’s room and Christian knocks on the door, the door cracks open to reveal Alex himself.

“Hey, Christian.” Alex greets him, his eyes fall on (Y/n) and his eyes quickly soften once he sees her. “Hi.”

“Alex, this is (Y/n), she’ll be assisting you for the reminded of the season,” Christian says, Alex nods his head. “I’ll see you both later.” Christian turned around and left for his meeting, Alex stepped aside as he pulled the door open wider.

“Uh, would you like to come in?” Alex asks, she nods her head and steps into his room, she looks around the small room noticing a desktop, a couch and a massage table.

“I see you already have one set up.” (Y/n) says as she points to the table, Alex nods his head as he closes the door.

“Uh, yeah, they kind of set up when we get here,” Alex explains, he admired her as she looked around his room. “Uh, I’m Alex.” He suddenly says, (Y/n) quickly turns to look at him and softly smiles at him.

“Oh, I’m (Y/n).” (Y/n) says, she extends her arm out towards him. “And I promise not to hurt you too much.” Alex begins laughs as he saw a playful smile on her lips. “But I might just torture you.”

“Haha, that’s funny,” Alex says. “Uh, so you just graduated?”

“Actually, I graduated ten months ago.” (Y/n) says. “It’s just been really hard finding work.” Alex nods his head, it was never easy finding a job. “So, I’m really thankful when this opportunity popped up.”

“Do you uh, wanna sit?” Alex suddenly asks and gestures to the couch, she moves closer to the couch.

“Thank you.” (Y/n) says before taking a seat, Alex strides towards his desk chair and sits down. “So, uh, I need to know if you have any problem areas that I should know about?” Alex thought for a moment as he placed his hands on his knees, leaning forward.

“None that I can think of right now,” Alex says, she nods her head.

“I have a couple more question, I hope you don’t mine, I just want to get to know you, or I’d like to get to know your body a little more, so I don’t end up hurting you.” (Y/n) says, she could see Alex look down at his hands resting on his knees, she quickly realized how her wording sounded. “Oh, no, no not in that kind of way!” She could feel her cheeks heating up from embarrassment. “Oh, gosh.” She brought her hands up to her face to cover herself, Alex quickly stood from his chair and moved to the couch.  “No, I know what you meant, I just, sorry.” Alex quickly says, his mind had wandered and had imagined her hands on his body as she inspected him and as she did her work, he could already feel her soft hands touching and massaging each muscle. “I uh, sure, you can ask me anything.” He gently wrapped his hands around her wrists, and carefully pulled her hands away from her face. “Don’t hide your face, please.” She slightly turns her head to look at him. “I didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed.” She nods her head, his musky scent invaded her lungs making her want to close her eyes at the amazing smell.

“It’s okay, I uh should’ve worded it better.” (Y/n) says, his hands felt warm around her wrists, her eyes fell to his hands around her wrists. “I uh… I’m sorry, uh, your uh smell.” Alex tilts his head in confusion, before releasing her wrists and moving away from her. “No, no, you smell really good, it’s kinda distracting my thoughts right.” Alex softly chuckles before moving closer to her again.

“Then I’m not the only one being distracted by someone that smells good,” Alex says, her perfume had invaded his lungs the second she stepped into his room. “I’m not sure what it reminds me off, but it’s good.” She softly smiles at him. “So the questions?”

“Right, uh, right, yes, the questions.”

(Y/n) nervously tugged at her mask as it kept slipping down her face, the race had lasted longer than it was planned to and had two red flags, the last one Alex had made his way to his room, hoping to find her there after his neck started hurting, she quickly massaged his neck before sending him back on his way for the remainder of the race, he was running third and Daniel had slowly started falling back, but Alex was so close to getting a second place as well, the laps quickly ran out and the flag fell with Lewis getting rise place and Valtteri getting second, but (Y/n) wasn’t cheering for them, she jumped from the couch in Alex’s room as he crosses the line third.

“WOOO!” (Y/n) screams throwing her hands into the air, she quickly exits the room and made her way to the RedBull garage where the mechanics were celebrating Alex’s first podium, Max caught sight of her and quickly made his way towards her, they had briefly met over the weekend, but Max quickly learned that Alex liked her.

“Hey, come on, come,” Max says. “We’re going to the podium, I’m sure he wants to see you.” Max took hold of her hand and dragged her through the garage and towards the podium, people had already gathered underneath it and were celebrating, Max releases her hand and nudged her towards the gates where Alex was just entering, he spots her and a wider smile formed on his lips.

“Congratulations!” (Y/n) yelled, but was drowned out by everyone cheering, Alex walked toward her and the RedBull team.

“Thank you, this was all because of your magic touch.” Alex jokingly says as he wraps his arms around her, his helmet brushing against her bottom as he does, she wraps her arms around him.

 “No, this was all you.” (Y/n) says. “You’re so freaking talented, Alex, you deserve this!” They pull away from the hug as the team begins surrounding them and congratulating Alex. “I’ll see you after the podium celebration.” Alex nods his head as she slowly moved out of the way to avoid getting hurt.

(Y/n) was busy packing up all her things in Alex’s driver's room when the door opened and Alex stepped inside, he had taken a shower and was now wearing a RedBull shirt with a pair of dark blue jeans, she glanced up from her bag and softly smiles at him.

“Hey, how’d the champagne taste?” (Y/n) asks before looking back down at her bag.

“It was good, I brought some back if you want to have a taste?” Alex asks as he lifted the bottle he was holding, she lifts her head and noticed the bottle in his hand, she stood from the ground and made her way towards him.

“Oh, you did, I didn’t even notice it.” (Y/n) says as she carefully took the bottle from his hand, she examines the bottle. “Oh, expensive.” She looks up at him. “Did it taste good?”

“Taste it, I can’t tell you if it was good or not,” Alex says. “We might not have the same taste.” (Y/n) softly giggles before bringing the bottle to her lips, it might not be the smartest thing for her to do during the pandemic, but she was curious about the taste. “Mhm, tastes good.” She walks towards his desk and placed the bottle down. “What a race?” She turns to face him, only to almost bump into him. “Oh, wow, you scared me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that,” Alex says, she nods her head shaking it off. “I might be moving too fast and I might have gotten the wrong impression from you, but it’s only been a weekend and I would really like to take you out sometime, on a date.” (Y/n)’s eyes widen in shock at his statement. “If you would let me.”

“Are you sure?” (Y/n) softly asks, Alex nods his head.

“I’m more than sure,” Alex says. “So, what do you say?”

“Yes.”

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