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Fake Love Triangle (LN & FC) 18+
lando norris x reader, franco colapinto x reader
for my friend @a-beaverhausen
"Come on, baby, give me one more," Lando cooed at you as he drilled into you from behind. Your face was smashed into the pillow, your body slumping as your third orgasm came over you. He chased his own
high, spilling into you before pulling out to lay next to you.
"I needed that," he sighed, pulling you into his side. You rested your head on his chest, agreeing.
"Me too. This stuff with Logan is stressing me out."
You were in your third year as a strategist with Williams, and this season had been roughâthough so had last year and the year before that. You and Lando had been hooking up for the past season, using each other as a stress reliever, which worked for both of you. He wasnât interested in a relationship, wanting to keep his focus on the championship. He was amazing in bed and a good friend, but you just werenât interested in him romantically and never really had been. There was an understanding that your private activities didnât mean anything, and either of you could end it whenever needed.
"Iâve heard you guys are replacing him," Lando mentioned, combing his fingers through your hair.
"Yeah, itâs being announced in the next couple of days. Weâre bringing in a younger driver from our academy."
"Hmm, that'll be interesting."
You lifted your head to give him a look. He knew what this would mean for you and looked at you with sympathy. Looking over at your phone, you groaned at the time and moved off the bed, putting your clothes back on.
"I need to actually get a good nightâs sleep before tomorrow, and your snoring prevents that, so Iâll see you around," you teased, grabbing your things. Lando pouted, but you paid him no mind.
"Good luck, and text me if you need me," he said playfully, and you shot him the finger before leaving his apartment.
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Landing in the UK the next morning, you were exhausted, still not getting good sleep even without Lando's snores. There was an all-team meeting at 10, followed by a strategy session. You were a zombie during the meeting, barely paying attention as they announced Franco as the new driver.
Walking toward the conference room, the new driver fell into step next to you.
"Hola, hermosa," he said, smirking at you. "I'm Franco."
"I know who you are," you replied, laughing as you took in the Argentinian man.
"Just wanted to make sure. You didnât seem like you were paying much attention back there," he teased, and you rolled your eyes.
"How would you even have noticed? There were so many people in there."
"I always notice the most beautiful woman in a room," he flirted, and your cheeks tinted pink.
"Are you really flirting with me right now?" you questioned.
"Only if you like it," he said with a wink, holding the door open for you.
This was going to be an interesting working relationship.
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You quickly grew accustomed to Franco's flirting, which became part of your working routine, though you didnât pay it much attention, considering he was like that with everyone.
Standing with his PR manager, who looked like she was about to pull her hair out, Franco strolled out of the interview room, his eyes lighting up as he saw you.
"Can you stop flirting with the reporters for five minutes, please?" she complained, and he shrugged innocently. She turned to you, "I donât know how you put up with it."
"He does it with everyone, so I donât think much of it," you said, and Franco frowned.
"Yeah, but itâs different with you, cariño," he said with a pout, and you gave him a quizzical look.
"How so?"
"Because I actually mean it with you," he said, and his PR manager pushed him away.
"No relationships with staff! Get away!" she shouted, and he winked at you before retreating to his driverâs room. You looked at her amused, contemplating his words. You had been finding yourself giddy around him and missed him quite a bit during the long break before Austin.
The two of you texted regularly, and you had grown to really like him, which Lando teased you relentlessly for.
Speaking of Lando, you were standing in the hotel lobby in Brazil when you felt two arms circling your waist.
"I need your mouth badly," he whispered in your ear, and you leaned back into him.
"I only have 10 minutes before I need to meet the team for dinner," you replied, and he pulled you toward the elevator.
"I can work with that," he replied, smiling as you rolled your eyes. "I have to take advantage of this before you finally give in to Franco."
"Itâs not like that," you mumbled, waiting for the doors to open.
"Yeah, yeah. In the three years I've known you, I havenât seen you smitten with someone like this before," he teased.
"So, what should I do? Go from master to his protégé?" you joked, and Lando giggled, pulling you into his room. His lips met yours in a soft kiss.
"I donât think thereâs anyone else Iâd be happier about breaking us up than him," he confessed. "Now, knees, baby, please."
Grabbing a pillow from his bed, you knelt down, pulling out his already hard cock, the tip glistening angrily.
"Whatâs got you so worked up?" you asked sultrily, running the tip of your tongue around the head.
Lando took a sharp breath before replying, "I just need to settle my mind down before tomorrow."
Hollowing your cheeks, you took him entirely into your mouth, running your tongue around him lazily. His hand grabbed a fistful of your hair as he pushed you to take him all in. Whimpering as he hit the back of your throat, the vibrations caused him to gasp.
Looking up at him with watery eyes, he seemed to get even harder as he stared down at you.
"Fuck, you look so pretty like this," he rasped, and you pulled off, kissing down the side of him. Your hand took over for your mouth as you moved to kiss his balls, sucking gently.
"Let me take over, please," he begged, and you smirked before nodding. His cock found its way back into your mouth, and his grip tightened, starting to face-fuck you. Tears now leaked from your eyes as you gagged against him. His pace became sloppy, and it wasnât long before you tasted him finishing in your mouth. You pulled off, swirling your tongue around the tip one last time, causing him to wince.
"Little minx," he muttered, and you smirked, getting up. You fixed your hair in the bathroom and bid Lando goodbye, wishing him luck for tomorrow.
Arriving at the team dinner, you slid into a booth next to Franco, who stiffened. You gave him a curious look, but he wouldnât meet your gaze; that continued for the entire night. No flirty comments, nothingâjust silence, and you were beyond confused.
Finally fed up with it once you both made it back to the hotel, you turned to him.
"Is something wrong?" you questioned, and he looked at you nervously, as if struggling with what to say.
"I just think we should keep our relationship strictly professional," he said firmly, and you were floored.
"Youâre the one that flirts with me," you exclaimed, and he sighed, looking around as if for an escape. "Whatâs wrong with you?"
"Look, I really look up to Lando and respect him as a driver and a friend," he started, and you began to realize what was going on. "Heâs a lucky guy."
"Francoâ," you started, but he bolted, slipping into the elevator just as the doors closed. Unbelievable. Landoâs words had convinced you to give this a chance, but instead, he ended up being a cock-block.
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Lando was amused the next day during the drivers' parade, watching Franco fidget nervously beside him. Deciding to put the boy out of his misery, he turned to him.
"Can I talk to you about something?" Lando asked, and Francoâs eyes widened as he started to babble.
"Iâm so sorry, mate, I didnât know she was your girl, or I never would have talked to her like that. Just a silly crush, I promiseâIâve never touched her," he rambled, stopping when he noticed Lando giggling, clearly amused.
"Sheâs not my girlfriend," Lando told the poor rookie. "Sheâs one of my best friends, and yes, we occasionally 'help each other out,' but itâs nothing more than that."
"Oh," Franco said, relieved. He smiled at Lando nervously. "So, she doesnât like you like that?"
Lando shook his head, grinning, "Nah, sheâs into someone else. Someone new to the grid."
Franco blushed, understanding Lando's words, and smiled to himself.
That was the last time he smiled that morning, as he crashed into the barrier in the early laps of the GP.
With two drivers out, you took off your headphones, sighing as you moved back into the garage to wait for the carâs return. Franco made it back first, and your heart broke as his tear-filled eyes met yours and he hesitated nearby. After last nightâs conversation, you werenât sure what to do, but when his eyes stayed on yours, you took the risk and wrapped your arms around him.
He buried his head into your shoulder, and you rubbed his back as he cried gently. His red-rimmed eyes met yours as he stepped back, and you felt your own eyes watering.
"Can I see you later?" he asked softly, and you nodded, promising to text him your room number.
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You had just put on your pajamas after taking a long, hot shower when you heard a knock at your door. Franco stood on the other side, dressed in a casual T-shirt and sweats.
"Hey," you greeted him softly, opening the door wider for him to come in. He stepped in and grabbed you, but instead of a hug, you felt his lips on yours as he softly gripped your jaw, holding you in place.
It was a lazy kiss but exploratory, as though he were trying to learn every part of your mouth. Breathing hard, you rested your forehead against his as he smiled gently at you.
"Can you stop fucking Lando now?" he asked, and you giggled, pulling him into another kiss.
Moving to the bed, you slid under the covers, pulling them back for Franco to join you. He pulled off his shirt first, and you shamelessly checked him out, much to his amusement.
"Like what you see, hermosa?" he teased, and you met his gaze, smirking.
"As long as itâs only for me," you said, letting a little bit of vulnerability show. He smiled at you, climbing into bed.
"Only for you."
Snuggled into Francoâs side, you watched TV together.
"Feeling better after today?" you asked softly.
"Yeah," he murmured, "Just a little scary. Not as scary as Lando asking to talk to me though."
"How'd you even know about me and him?" You asked curiously, no one knew how far your friendship went.
"I saw you last night before dinner," he admitted. "My heart shattered into a million pieces."
"You are so dramatic," you laughed. Your hand was resting on his abs, gently tracing the skin there as you talked.
"We're going to have an issue if you keep doing that, mi amor," Franco said breathlessly, and you smirked, trailing your fingers closer to his waistband.
"Y/n," he breathed out as your hand dipped underneath his pants. You palmed him over his boxers and he whimpered before pulling you on his lap. Meeting his lips in a deep kiss you ground into him, both groaning out into each other. He threw his head back against the pillow and you took the opportunity to latch your mouth to his neck, sucking harshly.
Franco pushed his boxers down and you shimmied out of your shorts before sliding back and forth on his length. Moving his hands to your hips he stopped you and lifted you up a little, allowing you to sink back down on him.
You gasped as he stretched you out, throwing your head back. Franco was in heaven staring up at you and was doing everything in his power to not make this end early. You had started to move but his fingers dug into your hips.
"Just give me a second, okay?" He rasped and you smirked down at him before fighting his grip to grind onto him. You shrieked as he flipped you over, never leaving the inside of you.
"Think you're funny, huh," he said as he moved more quickly. Groaning out, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he rammed into you over and over.
His head dropped to your shoulder, and he bit into your skin, causing you to cry out and dig your nails harder into his back. One of his hands came up to your breast and his thumb rolled over your nipple and you felt yourself starting to get overstimulated, a tell tale sign that you were close.
"Don't stop Franco," you gasped out, and he brought his lips back to yours, swallowing your cries as your orgasm took over. He followed soon after, collapsing next to you as you both came down from your highs.
Finally catching your breath you felt his arms scoop you up, carrying you into the bathroom.
"What are you doing?" You asked dazed and he smiled down at you.
"Have to take care of my girl," he said and you sighed against him.
It was later when you were snuggled up against Franco, watching a movie when your phone went off. You rolled your eyes smiling as you saw the text.
LN: so no more head??? ;)
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Part two is OUT NOW!!!
-Lots of love, Em.
Between the Pit Walls and the Heartbreak
Franco Colapinto x fem-engineer!reader
+3k words
a/nâs: full credit to @afterglowsainz go read their fic âdon't smileâ its amazingggg and so this is my take on the fic because I loved the concept and have two versions of part 2 for this! hope you like it.
warnings: angst!
Summary: Two hearts, one racetrack, and a love that no team principal can control. When love collides with ambition, can they find a way back to each other?
You stood at the other edge of the Williams garage, watching as Franco climbed out of his FW46 for what felt like the hundredth time that week. Every step he took felt heavier than the last, every glance between the two of you loaded with words left unsaid. It was different now, and both of you knew it.Â
When Franco signed with Williams to finish the 2024 season, your heart became a battlefield of excitement and dread. You were his race engineer, the one who knew him better than anyone else on the grid, the one who stayed up late going over data with him, strategizing, and pushing him to be the best. You had been with him since F3, a time when your paths crossed because of your families. They had been friends for years, and your parents had pulled some strings to give you a chance to prove yourself as a young race engineer, even funding the early stages of your career.
At first, people doubted you. They thought you were only there because of your familyâs connections, but you quickly silenced those voices. You stayed up late, crunching data, analysing telemetry, and refining strategies for Francoâs races. You werenât just there by luck; you were goodâreally good. Your talent quickly shone through, and soon enough, bigger teams were offering you positions. You could have taken those offers, stepped into a more high-profile role, but you never did. You stayed with Franco.
Because you loved him. You had fallen in love with him.
It had started subtlyâa glance here, a shared laugh there. You werenât just his engineer; you became his confidante, his friend, and eventually, you found yourself falling for him. He looked at you after each race win like you were part of his victory, not just a cog in the machine. Your bond deepened as you moved with him from F3 to F2, and every time a team came knocking with an offer, you turned them down. They could offer you prestige, money, and opportunities, but they couldnât offer you Franco.
He was the reason you stayed. Every lap he completed felt like your own heartbeat; every podium, every victory was something you shared with him. It was more than just workâit was love.Â
But everything changed when he signed with Williams.
-The CallÂ
The moment Williams confirmed Franco as their new driver for the remainder of the 2024 season, everything changed. You had been publicly by his side for over two years, a relationship that everyone in the paddock knew about. Your love story wasnât a secretâfar from it. Fans followed your every move, your Instagram was full of pictures of you two at races, on vacations, and even behind the scenes in the paddock. You had been his race engineer since F3, and people saw your partnership as an unbreakable duo both on and off the track.
When you were reassigned to Alex Albonâs car, it wasnât just a professional shift; it felt personal. The move should have been a tremendous opportunity in its own rightâworking with a driver as talented and respected as Alex was no small featâbut it was hard to see it as a win when it meant being separated from Franco. The paddock was buzzing with speculation about how the change would affect your relationship.
But the hardest blow came in a private meeting with James Vowles, the team principal. He sat the two of you down, his tone serious, and made it clear in no uncertain terms: there could be no personal distractions. He acknowledged the public nature of your relationship, but made it clear that professionalism first, always. There was no room for messy relationships that could compromise team integrity, that moving forward, there needed to be boundaries. Williams was entering a critical phase, and the last thing they wanted was for emotions to compromise performance.
Jamesâs words echoed in your mind long after the meeting ended. âItâs nothing personal, itâs about keeping the team focused. Weâve all seen how relationships can become distractions in this sport. We need to keep things professional, especially now that Franco is in F1.â
You had expected some tension when the move was announced, but not like this. You werenât just any race engineerâyou had stood beside Franco for years, helped him rise through the ranks. Your love had grown through the late-night data reviews, the shared victories, the quiet moments after race weekends when it was just the two of you. To be told that this love, something that had been a part of your lives for over two years, was now considered a âdistractionâ was gut-wrenching.
Franco was the one who made the call, though. âItâs for the best,â heâd said, voice breaking just a little. You could see how much it hurt him to say it, how his voice faltered for just a second, but you also knew he was trying to protect both of your careers. He couldnât afford to let emotions get in the way now, not when he was on the brink of making a name for himself in Formula 1. And you didnât want to be the one to hold him back, either. So you agreed, even though it felt like your heart was being torn in two. You could see the conflict in his eyes, but the weight of the moment crushed any objections you mightâve had. You didnât want to be the reason he failed to thrive in F1. And so, with a single nod, you agreed to end it.
It was a quiet breakupâno big fights, no yelling, just an excruciating silence that followed you like a cloud for weeks. Youâd kept things under wraps so well that even the fans didnât catch on immediately. But they were observant; they always were. It wasnât long before they noticed the subtle changes. Your Instagram went private, the photos of you two celebrating F2 podiums together disappeared, and though you still posted about the races, the personal connection that had once been there was gone.
Speculation began to swirl in the background, but you never confirmed or denied anything. You let the fans talk, let the rumours grow, because addressing them would only bring more pain. And in the paddock, Franco became just another driver. Professional, distant, and cold in a way you hadnât expected. You couldnât stand it.
You threw yourself into your work with Alex, who was a consummate professional, always supportive, but even he noticed the toll it was taking on you. âYou donât have to pretend, you know,â Alex had said one evening after a particularly long debrief session. âItâs okay to feel hurt.â
But admitting that hurt felt like a betrayal of everything youâd tried to hold together. So you buried it deeper.
As the season progressed, the distance between you and Franco only grew. He was focused on his races, and you were determined to be the best engineer you could be for Alex. But no matter how hard you tried to push Franco out of your mind, he was always there. You saw him every day, heard his voice over the radio, watched him in the garage. It was torture, and you couldnât escape it.
There were moments when he would catch your eye from across the paddock, and for a split second, it felt like old times. But then reality would crash down, and you would remind yourself that things were different now. You werenât his engineer anymore. You werenât his anymore.
And yet, despite everything, you couldnât bring yourself to move on. You still loved him. The offers from other teams continued to pour inâteams that saw your potential, that recognized your talent. Mclaren, Aston Martin, even Mercedes reached out, but you turned them all down. How could you leave when Franco was still here? You had built your career with him by your side, and even though your relationship was over, you couldnât imagine being anywhere else.
But you knew it couldnât last. Eventually, you would have to make a choice.
âThe Wall Comes Down
It wasnât until Suzuka, late in the season, that Franco finally broke the silence between you two. The garage was quiet, most of the crew gone, but Franco lingered by his car, his eyes darting toward you as if summoning the courage to speak.
âCan we talk?â His voice was low, tentative, and you wanted to say no, 1you didnât want to have this conversation. You had spent the last few months trying to bury your feelings, to focus on your work and pretend that everything was fine. But the look in Francoâs eyes told you that he wasnât going to let you walk away this time.
âWe shouldnât,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
âPleaseâ he pleaded and you found yourself nodding while he guided you to his driver's room.
He didnât waste time with pleasantries. âI hate this. I hate that we donât talk anymore.â
You crossed your arms, trying to guard yourself against the emotions surging within. âWe donât talk because you made that choice, Franco.â
His jaw clenched, a flash of frustration crossing his face. âIt wasnât my choiceâit was the teamâs.â
You shook your head, feeling the sting of unshed tears. âBut you agreed to it. You agreed to break up with me like it was just another strategy call. Like we were something you could let go of as easily as a bad qualifying lap.â
âI did it for us,â he said, voice rising. âFor our future. You know how cutthroat this world isâhow many careers get destroyed because of personal issues. I didnât want that for you, or for me.â
You stepped closer, lowering your voice. âDonât lie to yourself. You did it for you. You were scared, Franco. Scared that if things went wrong between us, it would ruin your big shot in F1.â
He looked away, the weight of your words hanging between you like a wall neither of you could cross. After a moment, he finally spoke, his voice softer now, broken. âMaybe youâre right. Maybe I was scared. But that doesnât change how I feel.â
âAnd howâs that, exactly?â you asked, unable to stop the bitterness from creeping into your tone.
âLook I know I messed up,â Franco said, his hands shaking as he spoke. âI thought breaking up was the right thing to do. I thought it would keep us both focused, but⊠I canât do this anymore. I canât pretend anymore.â He paused for a moment. âI still love you,â he said, and the words hit you like a punch to the gut. You had been waiting for them, hoping to hear them for months, but now they only made you angry.
âYou canât just say that and expect everything to go back to normal,â you said, shaking your head. âIt doesnât work that way.â You looked away, the pain of his words hitting you harder than you expected. âYou made your choice, Franco. You chose your career over me. You canât just come back now and expect everything to go back to the way it was.â
âI didnât choose my career over you,â he said, stepping closer. âI thought I was protecting us both. I thought I was doing what was best for you. I know I hurt you. I know I made the wrong call, but Iâm trying to fix it now. We can still be friends.â
âNo,â you said firmly, taking a step back. âI didnât need protecting,â you said, tears welling up in your eyes. âI needed you to trust me. To trust us. But you didnât. And I..IâŠI canât just be your friend, Franco. Not when Iâm still in love with you.â
The silence between you stretched out, the weight of your confession settling in. Francoâs face fell, and for the first time, you saw genuine regret in his eyes.
âI didnât realiseâŠâ
âYou didnât want to realise,â you corrected. âYou thought it would be easier to just put distance between us, to make things âprofessional,â but thatâs not how feelings work. You canât compartmentalise everything.â
He reached for your hand, but you pulled away. âI need space, Franco. I canât do this anymore.â
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Finally, Franco nodded, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He looked at you, his eyes full of regret, and for the first time, you saw how much this had been hurting him too. âIâm sorry,â he whispered. âIâm so sorry.â
He turned around and you watched as he walked away, your heart breaking all over again, but you knew it was for the best. Some things just couldnât be fixed with a pit stop.
-The Offer By the time the season neared its end, you received the call youâd been avoiding for months. Red bull was offering you a position. They wanted you to join their engineering team, and the offer was too good to ignore. Prestige, a hefty pay raise, and the chance to work with another driverâa new start.
You took the job. You had to. Staying with Williams, staying near Franco, was suffocating you. And the moment Franco found out you were leaving for Red Bull? It broke him in a way you hadnât expected.
-The End of the Season
The season wrapped up in Abu Dhabi, and the celebration felt hollow without Franco by your side. You watched from a distance as he soaked in the cheers from the crowd, the flashes of cameras capturing the culmination of a year of hard work. He had grown into a formidable driver in F1, and you couldnât help but feel pride for him, even if you had been reduced to just another observer.
You had kept your distance for months, determined to stay professional despite how much it hurt. But as the night went on and the paddock grew quiet, you found yourself lingering. The afterparty was in full swing, but you couldnât bring yourself to join in. Instead, you found a secluded spot near the pit garages, letting the sound of the distant laughter and music wash over you as you replayed the season in your mindâevery moment you had spent avoiding Franco, pretending like your heart wasnât breaking every time you saw him.
âHey.â His voice startled you, pulling you from your thoughts.
You turned around, and there he wasâFranco, standing there, his eyes filled with something you hadnât seen in a long time. Regret. Pain. Love.
âIâve been looking for you all night,â he said softly, stepping closer. He was still in his race suit, unzipped to his waist, a reminder of everything that had changed, and yet, everything that still felt the same.
âYou found me,â you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. You hadnât seen him this close in what felt like forever. His presence stirred up emotions you had tried so hard to bury, but here they were, bubbling up to the surface.
âI didnât think youâd stay.â He ran a hand through his hair, looking uncertain, a far cry from the confident driver everyone saw on the grid. âI thought youâd already be gone.â
You shook your head, unable to find the words. There was so much you wanted to say, but where would you even begin?
Franco took another step toward you, his eyes searching yours. âI miss you,â he said, his voice breaking just a little. âI know I messed up. I thought I was doing the right thing, for both of us, for our careers. But I was wrong. I canât keep pretending that everythingâs okay without you. Itâs not. Iâm not.â
Your heart clenched at his words, but you had been carrying the weight of this heartbreak for so long that it felt almost impossible to let it go. âFranco, weââ You paused, trying to gather yourself. âWe made a choice. You made a choice.â
âI know,â he said quickly, his voice desperate. âI know I made the choice, but it was the wrong one. I thought we could just focus on our careers and put everything else aside, but I canât do it anymore. I canât pretend like youâre not the most important thing in my life.â
You swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over. âI thought I could handle it too,â you admitted. âI tried to be professional. I tried to focus on my work with Alex and push everything else away, but itâs been⊠itâs been hell.â
âIâm so sorry,â he whispered, his voice cracking as he stepped even closer, so close you could feel the warmth of his body next to yours. âI thought I was doing what was best for us, for you. I thought if we stayed apart, we could avoid all the complications, but I didnât realise that losing you was the biggest mistake I could make.â
Tears blurred your vision, and before you could stop yourself, you closed the distance between you and wrapped your arms around him. He pulled you into his chest, holding you tight as if he was afraid youâd disappear if he let go. You could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, steady and strong, and for the first time in months, you felt like you could finally breathe.
âI missed you so much,â you whispered into his chest, your tears soaking into his race suit.
He held you tighter, his hand gently stroking the back of your head. âI missed you too,â he whispered back, his voice thick with emotion. âEvery day, I missed you.â
You pulled back just enough to look up at him, and in that moment, all the walls you had built up around yourself came crumbling down. The hurt, the anger, the distanceâit all melted away, leaving just the two of you standing there, raw and vulnerable.
And then he kissed you.
It was soft at first, tentative, like he wasnât sure if it was okay. But then, as you kissed him back, it deepened, all the months of pain and longing pouring into that one kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of everything you had been through together, everything you had survived. It was a kiss that reminded you why you had fallen in love with him in the first place.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were crying. His forehead rested against yours, his hands still holding you as if he couldnât bear to let go.
âI love you,â he whispered, his breath shaky. âI never stopped loving you.â
You let out a soft sob, nodding as you wiped the tears from your cheeks. âI love you too, Franco. I never stopped. But we canât just pick up where we left off. Itâs been months. Weâve both changed, and... Iâm still so hurt.â
Franco's face crumpled with regret, his eyes filled with desperation. âI know I messed up. I donât want to rush anything. I just want to be with you again, even if it takes time. We can take it slow. Iâm willing to do whatever it takes, justâplease. I canât lose you again.â
You shook your head, your heart breaking all over again, but this time, for a different reason. âFranco, I donât think you understand. Itâs not just about time or taking it slow. Iâve been trying to heal, trying to move on from everything. You hurt me, and I canât go back to that place.â
He swallowed, his voice shaky. âBut we can tryâcanât we? We can figure it out together. Iâll make it up to you, I swear.â
You looked down, your hands trembling as you tried to steady yourself. âItâs not that simple. Iâve accepted an offer, Franco.â
His brow furrowed in confusion. âAn offer?â
You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the next words. âRed Bull offered me a position, and I took it. Iâm going to be Max Verstappenâs new race engineer.â
The shock on Francoâs face was immediate, his body stiffening as he processed what you said. âRed Bull? Maxâs engineer?â His voice was barely above a whisper, disbelief clouding his expression.
You nodded, fighting back the tears threatening to spill over again. âThis is my chance, Franco. My careerâthis is everything Iâve worked for, and I canât let it slip away because of what we used to be.â
His lips parted, but no words came out. The pain in his eyes was unmistakable, but so was the understanding. He took a step back, realising that he had already lost you, not because you didnât love him, but because too much had changed.
âI⊠I didnât know,â he finally whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
You swallowed hard, your throat tight as you spoke. âI didnât plan for it to happen like this. But this is what I need to do, for me. I need to move forward.â
Franco stood there, silent, his eyes fixed on the ground as he tried to absorb the reality of your words. âSo⊠this is it?â
You wiped away the last of your tears, your heart heavy but resolute. âI think it has to be. Iâll always care about you, but I canât keep holding on to something thatâs hurting me. You have your future, and I have mine.â
He looked up, his gaze searching yours one last time, as if hoping for a miracle. But when he saw the finality in your eyes, he nodded, defeated. âI understand.â
It was the hardest thing youâd ever doneâwalking away from Franco when you still loved him. But this wasnât just about love anymore. It was about you, your dreams, and your future. And for the first time in a long time, you were choosing yourself.
Without another word, you turned and walked away, the sounds of the paddock fading into the background as you stepped into the unknown, leaving behind the man who had once meant everything.
But you didnât look back. Not this time.
--- THE END ---
hope you liked it, part two is on its way.
Lots of love, Em!
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Part 2.2 : Between the Pit Walls and the Heartbreak - 43
part 1
Franco Colapinto x fem-engineer!reader x friend!Max Verstappen
+2k words
a/nâs: lastly! full credit to @afterglowsainz go read their fic âdon't smileâ its amazing, and this is the long awaited part 2 on my take of their fic! BUT here is and alternate ending... Part 2.1, I really enjoyed wiriting this, hope you like it!
warnings: angst-fluff
Summary: Two hearts, one racetrack, and a love that no team can control. When love collides with ambition, can they find a way back to each and if they can, can they learn to forgive?
Start line, finish line, at the end it's the sameÂ
It had been nearly four since you walked away from Franco, since youâd chosen your career and dreams over the love you once thought would last forever. Life had changed in ways you could never have imagined. The moment you accepted the position at Red Bull, everything shifted. The high-intensity world of being Max Verstappenâs race engineer consumed you, leaving little room for reflection, which was how you preferred it.
You were good at your jobâgreat, even. From the very first race weekend with Max, you felt the rush of adrenaline, the electric tension of every decision you made behind the mic, and the weight of contributing to a world championship. It was thrilling, everything youâd ever worked for, and yet, there were quiet moments when your mind drifted back to what you had left behind.
But you didnât have time for what-ifs. You stood in the garage, headphones around your neck, watching the pit crew scramble as they prepared the car for qualifying. Max was a machineâfocused, relentlessâand the two of you had developed an easy rapport. He trusted you with critical decisions, and you trusted him to deliver on the track. It was a partnership built on mutual respect and shared ambition.
As you stood there, watching the screens, you felt a familiar tug of emotionâmemories of race weekends with Franco, late-night strategy talks, and the way he used to smile when he nailed a lap. But you pushed those thoughts away. That chapter of your life was over.
âY/N, weâre ready,â Maxâs voice crackled through your headset, pulling you back to the present.
âCopy that,â you replied, all business again. âLetâs nail this one, Max.â
The next few minutes were a blur of data, radio calls, and fast decisions. Max was flying, setting the fastest times in each sector. By the time the session ended, he had secured pole position, and the garage erupted in cheers. You smiled, proud of the work youâd done and of what the team had achieved together. This was where you belonged nowâat the heart of the action, right on the edge of greatness.
But as the celebration in the garage began to die down, you caught sight of a familiar figure across the paddockâFranco. He was there, leaning against the railing, watching you. His eyes met yours, and for a brief moment, everything around you seemed to blur, the noise of the team fading into the background.
He looked differentâolder, somehow, more serious. But that same magnetic energy was still there, the pull between you undeniable, even from a distance.
Franco was back in the paddock as a reset driver for Williams and Mercedes in the 2025 season. It was bittersweet seeing him there, a constant reminder of the past and what you had left behind. His presence felt heavy, especially for him when he started to believe Max had feelings for you. Franco noticed every subtle interactionâthe way Maxâs eyes would linger on you during quick debriefs or the soft smirk on his lips after a race. Franco was convinced there was something more, but you didnât see it. To you, Max was just being friendly, and you never thought to question it. Yet, Franco couldnât shake the feeling, and each time you were near, the tension seemed to grow.
You quickly looked away, your heart pounding in your chest. It had been so long since youâd seen him. You didnât know what to feelâanger, sadness, or relief. You had moved onâor at least, you convinced yourself you had. But seeing him here, now, was like reopening a wound that hadnât fully healed.
Later, after the garage had emptied out and the team had retreated to prepare for the race, you found yourself wandering the paddock, lost in thought. You didnât expect to bump into Franco, but as fate would have it, there he was, standing by the entrance to the hospitality suite, waiting for you.
Y/N," he called out, his voice soft but urgent.
You froze, torn between walking away and confronting the emotions you had buried. Slowly, you turned to face him.
"Franco," you said, your voice steady though your heart was racing.
He stepped closer, his expression unreadable. "I wasnât expecting to see you here."
You raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain your composure. "I work here now. This is my job."
"I know," he said quietly. "Iâve been following you this season. Youâre doing incredible things."
There was a brief silence, filled with unsaid words and memories. Finally, Franco spoke again, his tone softer, less guarded. âIâve thought about you a lot. About us.â
You swallowed hard but kept your emotions in check. "Franco, that part of my life is over. I made my choice."
"I know you did," he said, his voice strained. "Iâve made mine too. But I donât want us to keep being strangers. We shared too much to walk away from each other like this."
You hesitated, not expecting this direction. "What are you saying?"
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, frustration mixed with something softer. âI donât want us to end on bad terms. We were friends once, Y/N. I donât want to lose that, too.â
Your chest tightened, the weight of the past heavy on your shoulders, but his words reached you. "You hurt me, Franco. We can't just pretend like none of that happened."
"I know," he said, his voice thick with regret. "And Iâll carry that. But maybe we could start again. Not like before, but as friends. Youâve moved on, and I need to accept that."
You studied him, searching his eyes for any hint of insincerity, but all you saw was the boy you had once cared for, now standing before you, trying to make amends.
"Friends," you repeated, testing the word.
He nodded, hopeful but cautious. "Yeah, friends."
A small, tentative smile tugged at your lips. "I think Iâd like that."
Francoâs shoulders relaxed as if a weight had been lifted. "Iâd like that too."
For the first time in a long while, the air between you felt lighter. You knew it wouldnât erase the past, but maybe it was a step toward healing it.
"Iâll see you around, then?" you asked, taking a step back toward the paddock.
He smiled softly, nodding. "Yeah, Iâll see you around."
As you turned and walked away, the knot in your chest loosened. Maybe this wasnât about choosing the past or the presentâit was about allowing both to coexist in their own space.
Heading back toward the Red Bull hospitality, you felt a sense of closure. You were ready to move forward, and for the first time, it didnât feel like you were leaving something behind.
For the next few races, something began to shift between you and Franco. Slowly but surely, your interactions felt less heavy, less tied to the past. You started to talk more during race weekends, sharing little jokes or catching up between sessions. It wasnât forced, and for the first time in a long while, it felt easy.
As the weeks went on, your friendship began to mend. The conversations that were once filled with tension now carried a lightness, and the lingering pain of what had happened between you both faded. You found yourself laughing with him again, and before long, you were falling back into the familiar rhythm of being really good friendsâjust friends this time you promised yourself. There was no pressure, no unspoken feelings. It was just you and Franco, rebuilding something new.
The next race, you once again crossed paths with Franco again.Â
âHey,â he called out, taking a step closer. âIâve been meaning to tell you something.â
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious. âWhatâs up?â
He leaned in slightly, his voice lowering as if sharing a secret. âI think Max likes you,â he teased, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. âI mean, have you seen the way he looks at you? Itâs like youâve got him all flustered.â
You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief. âOh, come on, Franco. Max and I? Itâs nothing like that.â
Franco crossed his arms, still smirking. âSure, sure. But Iâm telling you, heâs definitely interested. You just donât see it.â
You rolled your eyes, smiling at his playful tone. âTrust me, itâs all professional. Max and I work well together, but thatâs as far as it goes.â
He raised an eyebrow, not quite convinced. âReally? Because he seems to hang around a lot when youâre around.â
You nudged him lightly, amused by his teasing. âDonât worry, Franco. Iâd never see Max that way. Heâs my driver. Thatâs it.â
Franco chuckled, clearly enjoying the banter. âAlright, alright. Just donât be surprised if he starts asking you out for coffee or something.â
You laughed again, feeling the tension between you both ease with each joke. âIâll keep that in mind, but seriously, itâs nothing to worry about.â
He smiled, and for the first time in a while, it felt light between you two. âGood to know. Just looking out for you.â
You nodded, grateful for the lighter moment. âThanks, Franco. I appreciate it.â
As you turned to leave, Franco called after you, still with that teasing tone. âBut if he does ask you out, you owe me an update!â
You laughed over your shoulder. âDeal!â
After the race, as you and Max walked toward the team hospitality, he glanced at you with a grin. âHey,at this point I just need to tell someone, when I head back to Monaco, Iâve got a date lined up,â he said, his tone casual but playful.
You blinked in surprise, then smiled. âA date, huh? Good for you,â you replied, nudging him lightly. âI hope it goes well.â
âThanks,â he said with a wink, and you couldnât help but feel relieved. Whatever tension had been there between you two, it seemed Max was focusing elsewhere. It was a reminder that everything between you was purely professional.
Later that night, back at the hotel, you found yourself thinking about the past few weeks and Francoâs teasing remarks about Max. Pulling out your phone, you shot Franco a quick text: "You were wrong. I was right đ Max has a date, so nothing to worry about!"
Moments later, your phone buzzed with his reply: "Told you I wasnât worried đ Wanna grab ice cream and celebrate your victory?"
You hesitated for only a moment before responding with a quick, "Sure, see you in a bit"
It didn't take long for the two of you to find a cosy, well-known ice cream shop nestled in the heart of town, far enough from the hustle of the paddock to feel peaceful. The shop had a retro charm, with colourful decor and the scent of freshly made waffle cones filling the air. You both grabbed your favourite flavours and found a quiet corner by the window, the soft hum of chatter around you.
Sitting across from each other, you fell into easy conversationâold memories, upcoming races, and life outside the paddock. The laughter came naturally, and it was as if the tension of the past had melted away. The familiarity between you felt comforting, like slipping back into something that had never really been lost.
As you looked over at Franco, you realised something you hadnât expected. Despite everything, despite moving on, there was still a part of you that loved him. It was buried deep, hidden beneath layers of time and distance, but it was there, undeniable and real.
The finish line?
A week later, when the F1 circus rolled into the summer break, you found yourself spending a few days together with Franco. It wasnât planned, but it felt natural, falling back into a familiar rhythm. You wandered through small towns, shared meals at local cafes, and simply enjoyed each otherâs company. The past no longer felt like an anchor, pulling you back; instead, it was something you both acknowledged but didnât dwell on.
The moment you sat down during one of those quiet afternoons, Franco reached over and took your hand, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. There was no pressure, no unspoken expectationsâjust the comfort of being together.
âEverything okay?â he asked, his voice calm, yet filled with concern.
You nodded, squeezing his hand in return. âYeah. Everythingâs fine now.â And for the first time in a long time, you truly believed it.
The weight of the past no longer held you down. You were moving forward, and maybe, just maybe, there was still something between you and Franco worth exploring.
(abu dhabi grand prix)
The Grand Prix was electric,charged with tension, adrenaline, and the weight of the championship. Max was on the verge of winning his fifth world title, and every decision you made felt like it could either secure or break the season. The pressure was immense, and everyone in the paddock knew what was at stake. The intensity of it all was almost overwhelming, but you were laser-focused, guiding Max through the race.
On the final lap, a risky opportunity appearedâone that could win both the drivers' and constructors' championships in one brilliant stroke. You had mere seconds to make the call. Your heart raced as you pushed the radio button, your voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through you.
âBox, box, Max. Trust me on this.â
There was a heartbeat of silence before Maxâs calm voice responded, âCopy. I trust you.â
And that trust was everything. As Max executed the strategy perfectly, crossing the finish line first, the Red Bull garage erupted in celebration. The screams of the team echoed around you, but for a second, you were frozenâstill processing the magnitude of what had just happened. Max had done it. You had done it. Together, you had clinched the championship, securing not just his fifth world title but the Constructorsâ Championship for Red Bull as well.
The team started racing toward the barricade to greet Max as he pulled into the pit lane, his car surrounded by a sea of red and blue. As you ran alongside your teammates, you were suddenly jostled in the rush of bodies. The next thing you knew, you bumped into Francoâcompletely by accidentâbut before you could even apologise, his arms were around you.
He caught you easily, lifting you up, and in one fluid motion, he kissed you. The world seemed to stop, the noise around you fading into nothing as his lips met yours. Franco pulled back just slightly, his voice filled with emotion as he whispered, âCongratulations. That call was amazing.â
You were stunned, the whirlwind of emotions overwhelming you, but you smiled through the tears that suddenly welled up in your eyes. âThank you,â you whispered, before leaning in to kiss him again. This time, it was slower, more intentional, as if you were both grounding yourselves in the reality of the moment. The past, the pain, all of it seemed to fade away.
When you finally parted, Franco set you down gently, his hands lingering at your waist, and you gave him a soft smile. "I guess you owe me some ice cream later,â you joked, trying to lighten the charged atmosphere.
He chuckled, his eyes softening as he gazed at you. âDefinitely."
With a quick glance at the roaring celebrations ahead, you squeezed his hand and ran toward the podium area, where the ceremony was about to begin. Max was already there, grinning ear to ear, waving to the ecstatic crowd. You stood beside him, watching as he was crowned world champion again, but all the while, your mind drifted to Franco.
From your place on the podium, you spotted Franco standing quietly off to the side, watching you with a look of pride and something deeper. And in that moment, as the confetti rained down and the world celebrated around you, you realised the truth that had been tugging at your heart all alongâyou still loved Franco.
You found yourself falling in love with him all over again.
---The end---
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Part 2.1 : Between the Pit Walls and the Heartbreak - 1 | 43
part 1
ex!Franco Colapinto x fem-engineer!reader x Max Verstappen
+3k words
a/nâs: again full credit to @afterglowsainz go read their fic âdon't smileâ its amazing, and this is the long awaited part 2 on my take of their fic! BUT here is and alternate ending... Part 2.2
warnings: angst-fluff (debatable happy ending)
Summary: Two three hearts, one racetrack, and a love that no team can control. When love collides with ambition, can they find a way back to each or to another?
Racing Ahead (qatar grand prix 2025)Â
It had been nearly a year since you walked away from Franco, since youâd chosen your career and dreams over the love you once thought would last forever. Life had changed in ways you could never have imagined. The moment you accepted the position at Red Bull, everything shifted. The high-intensity world of being Max Verstappenâs race engineer consumed you, leaving little room for reflection, which was how you preferred it.
You were good at your jobâgreat, even. From the very first race weekend with Max, you felt the rush of adrenaline, the electric tension of every decision you made behind the mic, and the weight of contributing to a world championship. It was thrilling, everything youâd ever worked for, and yet, there were quiet moments when your mind drifted back to what you had left behind.
But you didnât have time for what-ifs. You stood in the garage, headphones around your neck, watching the pit crew scramble as they prepared the car for qualifying. Max was a machineâfocused, relentlessâand the two of you had developed an easy rapport. He trusted you with critical decisions, and you trusted him to deliver on the track. It was a partnership built on mutual respect and shared ambition.
As you stood there, watching the screens, you felt a familiar tug of emotionâmemories of race weekends with Franco, late-night strategy talks, and the way he used to smile when he nailed a lap. But you pushed those thoughts away. That chapter of your life was over.
âY/N, weâre ready,â Maxâs voice crackled through your headset, pulling you back to the present.
âCopy that,â you replied, all business again. âLetâs nail this one, Max.â
The next few minutes were a blur of data, radio calls, and fast decisions. Max was flying, setting the fastest times in each sector. By the time the session ended, he had secured pole position, and the garage erupted in cheers. You smiled, proud of the work youâd done and of what the team had achieved together. This was where you belonged nowâat the heart of the action, right on the edge of greatness.
But as the celebration in the garage began to die down, you caught sight of a familiar figure across the paddockâFranco. He was there, leaning against the railing, watching you. His eyes met yours, and for a brief moment, everything around you seemed to blur, the noise of the team fading into the background.
He looked differentâolder, somehow, more serious. But that same magnetic energy was still there, the pull between you undeniable, even from a distance.
Franco was back in the paddock as a reset driver for Williams and Mercedes in the 2025 season. It was bittersweet seeing him there, a constant reminder of the past and what you had left behind. His presence felt heavy, especially to him when he noticed the subtle moments between you and Max. The way Maxâs eyes would linger on you during quick debriefs or the soft smirk on his lips after a race made it clear he was interested. Franco noticed everything, and it was as if the air between you and him thickened each time you were near.
You quickly looked away, your heart pounding in your chest. It had been so long since youâd seen him. You didnât know what to feelâanger, sadness, or relief. You had moved onâor at least, you convinced yourself you had. But seeing him here, now, was like reopening a wound that hadnât fully healed.
Later, after the garage had emptied out and the team had retreated to prepare for the race, you found yourself wandering the paddock, lost in thought. You didnât expect to bump into Franco, but as fate would have it, there he was, standing by the entrance to the hospitality suite, waiting for you.
âY/N,â he called out, his voice soft but urgent.
You froze, torn between walking away and confronting the emotions you had buried. Slowly, you turned to face him.
âFranco,â you said, your voice steady though your heart was racing.
He stepped closer, his expression unreadable. âI wasnât expecting to see you here.â
You raised an eyebrow, trying to maintain your composure. âI work here now. This is my job.â
âI know,â he said quietly. âIâve been following you this season. Youâre doing incredible things.â
There was a brief silence, filled with all the words you both wanted to say but couldnât. Finally, Franco spoke again, his voice laced with regret. âIâve thought about you a lot. About us.â
You swallowed hard, keeping your emotions in check. âFranco, that part of my life is over. I made my choice.â
âI know you did,â he said, his voice strained. âBut it doesnât change how I feel about you. It never has.â
You shook your head, the familiar ache returning to your chest. âFranco, you canât just say things like that. You canâtââ
âI still love you,â he interrupted, his eyes burning with intensity. âI never stopped.â
His words hit you like a punch to the gut, and for a moment, you were speechless. You spent months trying to move on, trying to forget him, but hearing him say those words stirred up feelings you thought youâd buried.
âI know I hurt you,â he continued, stepping closer. âAnd I know itâs too late to fix things. But I had to tell you. I had to try.â
You stared at him, torn between the past and the present. Part of you wanted to run back to him, to fall into his arms and forget everything that had happened. But the stronger part of you knew that things could never go back to the way they were.
âI canât, Franco,â you whispered, your voice breaking. âIâve built something here.â
His face fell, and he nodded, as if he had expected that answer. âI understand. I just⊠I had to see you. To tell you how I feel.â
You nodded, tears stinging your eyes, but you refused to let them fall. âIâm glad you told me. But weâre on different paths now.â
He took a step back, his hands clenched at his sides, and for a moment, you thought he might try to say more. But instead, he just nodded again, resigned. âTake care, Y/N.â
You watched as he turned and walked away, your heart heavy but resolute. You had made your choice, and there was no turning back now.
As you stood there, alone in the paddock, the sounds of the race weekend buzzing around you, you took a deep breath. The pain was still there, but so was the certainty. You had chosen yourself and your future. In this moment, that was enough.
Turning back toward the Red Bull hospitality, you squared your shoulders, ready to face whatever came next. You were here for a reason, and no matter what ghosts from the past lingered, you knew you were exactly where you were meant to be.
The next day after the race, as if pulled by some invisible force, you found yourself near the Williams hospitality and crossed paths with Franco again. His eyes held a certain determination, as if something had been left unsaid. You didnât plan on stopping, but you did.
âI just need to tell you one last thing,â he said. His voice was soft but strained, like heâd been carrying the weight of these words for too long.
You hesitated, unsure, but standing there, looking at him, you knew you wanted to hear what he wanted to say. You exhaled, already knowing this wasnât going to be easy.
There was a pause, a moment of silence where the two of you just stood there, the air thick with everything unsaid. Finally, he broke it.
âI see the way Max looks at you,â he began, his gaze flickering to the ground for a moment before meeting yours. There was an edge to his words, the mention of Max hanging between you like a challenge. You met his gaze, unflinching.
âIt's..Itâs obvious. And I donât think itâs fair. You wonât give me another chance, but⊠youâre giving him one?âÂ
The accusation hung in the air between you, but it wasnât anger or bitterness that hit youâit was sadness, the echo of what you both once had.
You shook your head slowly, the corners of your lips lifting in a bittersweet smile. âMax trusts me, Franco. You didnât.â There was another big pause between you two.Â
His expression faltered, the words sinking into the space between you. It wasnât just a statementâit was the truth of why things had fallen apart.
âYou knowâŠIâve moved on,â you said, though the words felt heavy in your chest. âYou should too.â
Francoâs jaw tightened, and for a moment, you saw a flash of somethingâregret, jealousy, maybe both. He took a breath, stepping closer.
He looked at you as if the wind had been knocked out of him. âSo it is because of Max?â he asked, his voice tight. âHeâs the reason youâre saying this?â
You shook your head, exasperated. âThis isnât about Max. Itâs about me. Iâve found my place here, Franco. Iâve built something on my own. Iâm happy.â
Franco stepped forward, close enough that you could see the pain in his eyes. âDo you really mean that?â
You hesitated, and for a moment, you felt the urge to reach out to him, to pull him close and tell him that everything would be okay. But you didnât. Instead, you took a deep breath and stood your ground.
âYes, I do.â
He stared at you for a long time, his expression shifting from hurt to acceptance. Finally, he nodded, stepping back. âI guess I always knew Iâd lost you the moment I walked away.â
There was a pause, and then, almost in a whisper, he added, âIâm sorry, Y/N. For everything.â
You felt the tightness in your chest ease, the weight of the past lifting, even if just a little. âI know,â you replied softly. âBut we canât go back.â
Franco gave you one last look, a look that said everything he couldnât put into words. You leaned in and kissed his cheek, a gentle goodbye to the memories you shared, and turned to leave.
As you walked out of the paddock, the sense of closure settled over you. It was done. The past no longer had a hold on you. You had said your goodbyes, finally and fully.
Max was waiting outside, leaning casually against his car. When he saw you, he opened the door and gestured for you to get in without saying a word. The moment you sat down, he reached over and took your hand, his thumb brushing gently over your skin.
âEverything okay?â he asked, his voice calm, yet filled with concern.
You nodded, squeezing his hand in return. âYeah. Everythingâs fine now.â And for the first time in a long time, you truly believed it. The weight of the past no longer held you down. You were moving forward, and whatever the future heldâwhether it was with Max, racing, or something else entirelyâyou knew you were ready for it.
The ride back to the hotel was quiet, but Max never let go of your hand. He didnât need to say anything moreâhis presence was enough. You leaned back in the seat, feeling a sense of peace wash over you for the first time in what felt like forever.
You knew things were going to change. But for now, you allowed yourself to just be in this moment, feeling safe and understood beside him.
The new, the better (abu dhabi grand prix)
The Grand Prix was electric, charged with tension, adrenaline, and the weight of the championship. Max was on the verge of winning his fifth world title, and every single decision you made felt like it could either make or break his season. The entire paddock was watching. The stakes had never been higher (for you(maybe), cause well the 2021 season happened).
As the race unfolded, your nerves buzzed with anticipation. Max had been flawless, pushing the car to its limits, but on the final lap, a risky opportunity presented itselfâone that could either win the championship or lose it. You had seconds to decide. Your heart pounded as you called it.
"Box Box, Max. Trust me on this."
There was a brief pause on the radio, but Maxâs voice came through steady and confident. âCopy. I trust you.â
And that was it. He trusted you, completely. He always had.
As Max took the gamble and crossed the finish line first, securing his fifth world championship, the entire Red Bull team erupted into cheers. The pit wall exploded in celebration, and you stood there, momentarily frozen, barely able to believe what had just happened. Max had done it. You had done it. Together.
Before you could even process the victory, Max pulled his car into the pit lane, the roar of the crowd filling the air. As he climbed out, he ripped off his helmet and, without a second thought, sprinted toward you. Your breath caught in your throat as he reached you.
His eyes, wild with excitement and joy, locked onto yours, and before you could say anything, Max was pulling you into his arms, kissing you deeply. The world around you fell awayâthere was no paddock, no crowd, no camerasâjust the warmth of his lips on yours, the passion in his embrace, and the weight of the moment between you.
For a split second, time froze. Everything youâd been holding back, all the tension, the unspoken feelings, rushed to the surface. Max kissed you like heâd been waiting forever for this moment, and the way he held you, like you were the only person in the world, left you breathless.
When he finally pulled back, you were both panting, stunned by the intensity of it all. Maxâs hand lingered on your waist, his forehead resting against yours as the crowd roared in the background. He grinned, his face flushed from the race and the kiss, and whispered, âIâve wanted to do that for a long time.â
You could barely process it, but before you could respond, your eyes drifted to the side where Franco stood, watching the entire scene unfold. His face was a storm of emotionsâjealousy, anger, heartbreak all at once. He looked away, and for a moment, the past tugged at you. But it wasnât enough to hold you back anymore.
Later, after the race, you found yourself alone with Max in the teamâs motorhome, away from the cameras, the chaos, and the noise. The atmosphere was thick with the unspoken. You sat across from him, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, but there was also a newfound calm between you twoâa sense of inevitability.
âYou really didnât have to kiss me like that,â you teased, trying to lighten the mood. But your voice trembled slightly, betraying just how much the moment had affected you.
Max leaned back, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and something deeper. âI didnât have to, but I wanted to. I figured it was the right time.â
You blushed, your heart fluttering as his words sank in. Youâd always known Max was bold, but this⊠this was different. âSo⊠what now? Red Bull doesnât exactly encourage relationships between team members.â
He smiled, a slow, confident grin that made your heart skip a beat. âActually, they donât mind, as long as we donât let it affect our work. And we work pretty well together, donât we?â
You met his gaze, feeling a warmth spread through you that had nothing to do with the victory. It was more than that. It was the trust, the bond that had been quietly building between you two for months. âYou really think this can work?â
Max leaned forward, his eyes soft but sure. âI think we should give it a shot. See where it goes. No pressure, just you and me.â
You took a deep breath, the weight of the past year lifting slightly from your shoulders. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you had control over your life, over what you wanted. And maybe, just maybe, this was something you were ready to explore.
âOkay,â you said softly, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. âLetâs see where it goes.â
Winter break and the next season all became a delicate dance between work and something more. Max was still the fierce, competitive driver you admired, but there was a softness to him now, especially when it came to you. At work, you were still the same duoâfocused, driven, unstoppableâbut away from the track, things were different. The playful banter that had once been strictly professional became more personal. You found yourself opening up to Max in ways you hadnât with anyone else in a long time, and the connection between you two deepened with each passing day.
Franco remained a constant presence in the paddock as he got a seat for the 2026 season, a reminder of the past youâd left behind. There were moments when his gaze lingered on you and Max, moments when you could see the regret in his eyes. But that chapter of your life had closed, and it was time for something new.
Max didnât push you for more, but he made it clear he was all in. He was patient, understanding, and above all, he trusted you. It was that trust, more than anything, that made you realise how different this was. Max believed in you, in the decisions you made, both on and off the track. He never questioned you, never made you doubt yourself. And in return, you found yourself falling for him, slowly but surely.
One evening, after a particularly gruelling race weekend, you and Max were sitting in his hotel room, the city lights of whatever country you were in glowing softly through the windows. Max had his arm wrapped around you, and you were leaning into him, both of you exhausted but content.
âYou know,â he murmured, his voice low and warm, âI donât think Iâve ever been happier.â
You looked up at him, surprised by the quiet vulnerability in his voice. âReally? Even after winning five world championships?â
He smiled down at you, his eyes softening. âYeah, even after that. Thisâbeing with youâit feels right.â
Your heart swelled at his words, and you realised in that moment that you felt the same way. It wasnât just about the thrill of the races or the adrenaline of being part of something bigger than yourself. It was about Max, about the way he made you feel grounded and safe in a world that was constantly in motion.
For the first time in a long time, you were happy. Truly, deeply happy.
And as the season went on, that happiness grew. You and Max navigated the challenges of working together in such a high-stakes environment, but you also grew closer in ways you never imagined. There were quiet moments, stolen glances, and late-night conversations that made you realise how much Max meant to you.
The rest of the paddock eventually got used to the idea of you and Max as a couple, and while there were still whispers and raised eyebrows, it didnât matter. What mattered was that you had found something real, something worth holding onto.
By the end of the season, you were no longer just Maxâs race engineerâyou were his partner, in every sense of the word. And as you looked toward the future, you knew that whatever came next, you and Max would face it together, stronger than ever
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gold rush | franco colapinto
pairing: brazilian!vet!reader x franco colapinto
summary: you were used to your boyfriendâs flirty personality, but still every now and then you couldnât help getting jealous
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There was no reason to be angry. No real reason, anyway. Deep down in your mind and at the core of your heart, you knew there was no way Franco was seriously flirting with anyone but you. Your heart on the other hand...
This wasn't the first time this had happened. Since joining F1, Franco had become known for his flirtatious personality and undeniable charm; it was part of who he was, and it had never really bothered you beforeâyou knew what he was like. So why were you suddenly so upset after watching that interview everyone was talking about on Twitter?
The answer was so obvious you didnât even want to admit it to yourself, but it was staring you right in the face. The reporter was what bothered you. It wasnât her specifically, of courseâyouâd seen her a few times and knew she was the picture of professionalism, not to mention charming. But she was completely different from you. It was no secret that Franco had always liked blondes.
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Damn. All the pieces of the puzzle fell into place with that single message.
Franco had never really stopped to think about the consequences of his actions. Of course he had seen comments online about his interviews, but he never worried about how his girlfriend might interpret them. He was simply doing his job by giving interviews to journalists. If there was someone his age he could feel relaxed around, he would do soâit was part of his personality. But he would never disrespect his girlfriend by insinuating something more. She was everything to him.
Franco quickly went to Twitter to look up the interview video he had given hours earlier. As he analyzed it, he realized how some of the things he said or the way he expressed himself could come off as insinuations on his part, and he cursed himself internally, imagining his girlfriend watching the same video.
He had to fix this, and fast.
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the grid: No Nut November!
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Featuring: Oscar Piastri, Lando Norris, Lewis Hamilton, George Russell, Alex Albon, Franco Colapinto, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Riccardo, Liam Lawson, Charles LeClerc, Max Verstappen, Paul Aron, Arthur LeClerc.
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Oscar Piastri: wouldnât do it.Â
Even if every driver on the grid was offering 1,000⏠each as a prize, he was not giving up fucking you for an entire month.Â
Even though he looks like a sweetie pie he would absolutely be a freak in the sheets and he was not about to give up the only way he actually gets his frustration out (aka fucking you).Â
Everyone kind of boos him for it but then half way through the month he gets to be smug while theyâre all miserable and complaining, because he can fuck his girlfriend whenever he wants.Â
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Lando Norris: would try, but definitely fail.Â
He wouldnât care about the prize, heâd just have such a âhow hard can it be?â attitude.Â
Newsflash: extremely.Â
You would not make it easy for him either; wearing the sluttiest clothes, basically giving him fuck me eyes all the time, enjoying it when you see him get hot and bothered.Â
He snaps on his birthday, and fucks you for hours straight. You can barely walk the next day.Â
He decides to own up and pay his part of the bet with no shame, he has a hot girlfriend and he likes fucking her, sue him!Â
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Lewis Hamilton: wouldnât even try
Heâs uninterested in the things most of the grid do in their spare time, and he knows theyâre uninterested in him too. They don't need to know about his sex life, but what people can guess is that it is very much alive.Â
I mean⊠you two had a baby literally 8 months after your wedding, to the day.Â
The other 3 kids don't exactly help his caseâŠÂ
Heâd say yes, just so he could be added to the group chat and he would tell you who is winning and losing.
Heâd lose on the first day with no shame. Everyone knows he's just here for the public shaming of others.Â
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George Russell: would win
Not saying heâs not a freak in the sheets, but he would set up the entire thing (group chat, the money pool, etc.) and he cannot be seen lacking.Â
Even if it wasnât his idea, he still needed to win.Â
You do make the entire month absolute torture though.Â
Matching sets, showing as much skin as possible, everything.Â
Even walking around the apartment naked.Â
But somehow, he doesnât budge.Â
At the end of the month he does fuck you for ages, and you literally cant get out of bed, let alone follow him to a race. He tells the media youâre sick and all of the drivers have the dirtiest laughs as he explains. Despite every question, they keep their mouths shut.Â
George did announce that he won at the end, much to your chagrin.Â
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Alex Albon: heâd last a while
 He would honestly be pretty good.Â
He kind of breaks the rules, he constantly gives you oral and jerking himself off, but it wasnât specifically stated in the rules (apart from the name⊠but whatever)
He makes it like halfway through the month until a particularly bad race result.Â
He fucks you all night.Â
When you both get to the paddock in the morning, George pays him a visit to collect the money like the smug bastard he is.Â
He heard you two last night.Â
He was 4 doors down.Â
Oops.Â
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Franco Colapinto: heâs the one who accidentally tells the press.Â
We all know Franco is awful at keeping his mouth shut, and in an interview he somehow lets it slip that he needed to find George to give him money.Â
They ask him what for.Â
He says âthe betâ and explains that theyâre doing NNN this year and that he lost.Â
It was worth it though, you two hadnât seen each other in months (you were busy in uni, he was busy at races) and he just had to have you.Â
He made it like a quarter of the way into the month.Â
He didn't really care.Â
The drivers honestly just found it funny that he told the media.Â
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Logan Sargeant: would make it most of the way, but just fall short by like 4 days.
He had done so well, ignoring all of your sexual advances for the majority of the monthâŠ
Then he got drunk.Â
Drunk Logan and drunk you? Yeah, youâre fucking.Â
He couldnât keep his hands off you, and he paid the price.Â
He paid up sheepishly the next day, George looked at him with the smuggest smile ever.Â
Logan didnât even care. He fucked you twice as much as before.Â
He has to make up for lost time, right?Â
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Daniel Riccardo: he would lose immediately.
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He would kind of do the same thing as Lewis, pay to just watch the rest of them loose.Â
He does last a little bit longer though (in their eyes).
 He doesnât pay up until the second week even though heâs been fucking you the entire time.Â
He has absolutely no shame about it either.Â
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Liam Lawson: he would almost win.
He's such a cutie. I think heâd somehow abstain for a while.Â
Heâd get to around the 26th, and then give up.Â
The month was torture though.Â
You literally would beg him every night, and he would just have to say no.Â
You were impressed at how long he lasted.Â
But then he gave in after he scored points in mexico...
Yuki ratted him out to George, he was very embarrassed.
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Charles LeClerc: he would lose immediately.
Charles is an idiot.Â
He would lose the first day by accident, and then try to pretend that it doesn't count until George actually comes knocking on his drivers room door looking for the money.Â
He heard you, of course.Â
Charles reluctantly watches the rest of the month play out, bitter that his own forgetfulness took him out so early.Â
He vows to win next year.Â
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Carlos Sainz: wouldnât do it.Â
Heâs not giving up fucking you for a month. No way.Â
He also wouldnât be interested in the sex lives of others enough to even pay into it like Lewis.Â
His sex life is his own, and as much as he loves healthy competition, this is a race heâs happy to lose.Â
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Max Verstappen: would be a huge bitch all month.
Dude is like a moody teenager when heâs not getting it.Â
Daniel persuades him to do it and he makes it a few days in.
Literally turns into the biggest moody bitch ever.
By the 8th day everyone is begging you to just fuck him so heâll stop being such a cunt to them.
You do.Â
He pays up and spends the rest of the month fucking you.Â
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Paul Aron: he would almost win.
He would last pretty long. Like maybe more than half the month
Despite his playboy facade, heâs actually more into cuddles and shit like that.Â
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Yeah, he pays up with zero shame.Â
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Arthur LeClerc: he would lose, in two ways.Â
Yâknow how quickly Charles lost, yeah heâd be worse.
He wouldnât forget, heâd just think that he can get away with fucking you all month but of course, that doesnât happen.
George comes knocking after Charles tells him he can hear you two.
You are deeply embarrassed that your boyfriend's brother heard you two having sex, and you impose a ban for the rest of the month.Â
You say itâll help you both be more aware of when and where youâre doing it, and how to not get caught by his brother again.Â
He curses out his brother the next time he sees him.
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Boy X - PG10
Hi this is a series inspired by the song Boy x by Tate McRae that will be coming out very very soon so stay tuned!
PART 1 - by Sunday 11/10
PART 2
PART 3
PART 4
PART 5
PART 6
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PRE SEASON INTERVIEW; op81 [smau]
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hi! iâve been reading some of your fics and iâve loved them. iâd love to request something, im a big girl myself and a huge niall girlie and ive had a hard time finding fics that donât describe the girls are thin and skinny. is it okay if i could ask niall comforting and loving his curvy/thicker girl when hanging out with other people? her being uncomfortable in her own skin but him loving the heck out of her skin. thank you!!! <3
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omg thanks for requesting, and I totally agree with you, the is a lack of representation for jury girls in fic's here in Tumblr so I would love to write more about curvy girls if its something your interested in!
And here is your fic, thanks again for requesting.
Los of love, Em.
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Youâre the Only One I See
Niall Horan x fem|curvy!readerÂ
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a/nâs: In this blog we ENCOURAGE BODY POSITIVITY!!!
Warnings: this fic does describe the reader's body as someone a bit bigger than the socially âacceptedâ body type, if that makes you uncomfortable please skip this fic (and maybe reflect about that)!
Summary: you can always count on your lovey to make you feel like you again.
The night was buzzing with laughter and clinking glasses as Niall and you sat at a cosy booth in the back of a dimly lit bar. It was one of those spontaneous nights out with friends, where the mood was relaxed, and everyone seemed carefree. Except you.
You had started off feeling goodâyour makeup was flawless, your outfit was carefully chosen, and Niall had looked at you like you were the most beautiful woman in the world when you were leaving the house. But now, sitting around a table filled with gorgeous women in sleek, tight dresses, you could feel the knot of insecurity growing in your stomach. It was the way their dresses hugged their bodies effortlessly, the way their legs seemed to go on forever in heels you couldnât imagine wearing for more than five minutes. They were laughing and chatting confidently, completely comfortable in their own skin, while you sat there, fidgeting your shirt, feeling more self-conscious by the minute.
Niallâs hand was resting on your thigh under the table, his thumb occasionally stroking your skin in a soothing rhythm, but it wasnât enough to chase away the sinking feeling. You pulled her cardigan tighter around herself, trying to shrink into the booth, hoping no one noticed how out of place you felt.
As if sensing the shift in your mood, Niall leaned over and murmured into your ear, âYou okay, love?â
You forced a smile, but it didnât quite reach your eyes. âYeah, Iâm fine.â
But Niall knew better. He always did. He excused himself from the conversation at the table and gently tugged you hand, pulling you out of the booth and towards the quiet hallway leading to the bathrooms. Away from the noise, away from prying eyes, he turned to face you, concern etched into his features.
âTalk to me,â he said softly, his blue eyes scanning your face.
You hesitated for a moment before letting out a sigh, your shoulders slumping. âI just⊠I donât feel like I belong here,â you admitted,voice barely a whisper. âLook at them, Niall. Theyâre all so⊠perfect. And Iâm just⊠not.â
Niall frowned, stepping closer until his hands were on your waist, his touch grounding you. âWhat do you mean? Youâre more than perfect, baby.â
You shook her head, looking down at the floor. âTheyâre all skinny and gorgeous, and I just feel like I stick out in the worst way. Like I donât fit in, and everyoneâs probably wondering why youâre even with me.â
His grip on your waist tightened slightly as he pulled you closer, tilting your chin up so you would meet his gaze. âHey, stop that,â he said firmly, but his tone was filled with love. âYou know I donât care about any of that. Youâre stunning, and Iâm not just talking about looks. But since youâre so worried about that, let me remind youâyour body? I love every single part of it.â
You blushed, glancing around as if someone might overhear, but Niall wasnât done. âYouâve got these beautiful curves that I adore, and I donât care what anyone else thinks. Iâm with you because youâre everything Iâve ever wanted. And I donât want to hear you comparing yourself to anyone else, especially not to people who donât matter.â
Your eyes softened, but the insecurity was still lingering. âI justâsometimes itâs hard, you know? I see how people look at me, and I feel like Iâll never be enough.â
Niallâs expression softened, and he gently cupped your face in his hands. âYouâre more than enough, love. Youâre the only one I see in that room, the only one I want. And Iâm gonna keep telling you that until you believe it.â He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours. âI love you, exactly the way you are. And if anyoneâs looking at you, itâs because theyâre probably wondering how I got so lucky.â
Your heart swelled at his words, and you could feel the tension slowly leaving her body. He always knew what to say, always knew how to make you feel like you are the most important person in the world. You smiled, a genuine one this time, and Niall grinned in return, kissing you softly.
âBetter?â he asked, his thumb brushing over your cheek.
âBetter,â you whispered, feeling the warmth of his love wrapping around you like a safety net.
âGood. Now come on, letâs get back out there, and you can show everyone how incredible you are. But only if you want to. If youâre not feeling it, we can leave right now. Whatever makes you happy.â
You shook your head, feeling a new wave of confidence wash over you. âNo, Iâm good. As long as Iâve got you, Iâm good.â
Niall smiled and took your hand, leading you back to the table. But this time, as they sat down, feeling lighter, more sure of yourself. And with Niallâs hand still on your thigh, you knew you had nothing to worry about.
Because to him, you were everything.
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would love to write more about curvy!reader if anyones interested? maybe make it a series??
hope you like this!
-Lots of love, Em.
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Between the Pit Walls and the Heartbreak
(part 2.1) (part 2.2)
Franco Colapinto x fem-engineer!reader
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a/nâs: full credit to @afterglowsainz go read their fic âdon't smileâ its amazingggg and so this is my take on the fic because I loved the concept and have two versions of part 2 for this! hope you like it.
warnings: angst!
Summary: Two hearts, one racetrack, and a love that no team principal can control. When love collides with ambition, can they find a way back to each other?
You stood at the other edge of the Williams garage, watching as Franco climbed out of his FW46 for what felt like the hundredth time that week. Every step he took felt heavier than the last, every glance between the two of you loaded with words left unsaid. It was different now, and both of you knew it.Â
When Franco signed with Williams to finish the 2024 season, your heart became a battlefield of excitement and dread. You were his race engineer, the one who knew him better than anyone else on the grid, the one who stayed up late going over data with him, strategizing, and pushing him to be the best. You had been with him since F3, a time when your paths crossed because of your families. They had been friends for years, and your parents had pulled some strings to give you a chance to prove yourself as a young race engineer, even funding the early stages of your career.
At first, people doubted you. They thought you were only there because of your familyâs connections, but you quickly silenced those voices. You stayed up late, crunching data, analysing telemetry, and refining strategies for Francoâs races. You werenât just there by luck; you were goodâreally good. Your talent quickly shone through, and soon enough, bigger teams were offering you positions. You could have taken those offers, stepped into a more high-profile role, but you never did. You stayed with Franco.
Because you loved him. You had fallen in love with him.
It had started subtlyâa glance here, a shared laugh there. You werenât just his engineer; you became his confidante, his friend, and eventually, you found yourself falling for him. He looked at you after each race win like you were part of his victory, not just a cog in the machine. Your bond deepened as you moved with him from F3 to F2, and every time a team came knocking with an offer, you turned them down. They could offer you prestige, money, and opportunities, but they couldnât offer you Franco.
He was the reason you stayed. Every lap he completed felt like your own heartbeat; every podium, every victory was something you shared with him. It was more than just workâit was love.Â
But everything changed when he signed with Williams.
-The CallÂ
The moment Williams confirmed Franco as their new driver for the remainder of the 2024 season, everything changed. You had been publicly by his side for over two years, a relationship that everyone in the paddock knew about. Your love story wasnât a secretâfar from it. Fans followed your every move, your Instagram was full of pictures of you two at races, on vacations, and even behind the scenes in the paddock. You had been his race engineer since F3, and people saw your partnership as an unbreakable duo both on and off the track.
When you were reassigned to Alex Albonâs car, it wasnât just a professional shift; it felt personal. The move should have been a tremendous opportunity in its own rightâworking with a driver as talented and respected as Alex was no small featâbut it was hard to see it as a win when it meant being separated from Franco. The paddock was buzzing with speculation about how the change would affect your relationship.
But the hardest blow came in a private meeting with James Vowles, the team principal. He sat the two of you down, his tone serious, and made it clear in no uncertain terms: there could be no personal distractions. He acknowledged the public nature of your relationship, but made it clear that professionalism first, always. There was no room for messy relationships that could compromise team integrity, that moving forward, there needed to be boundaries. Williams was entering a critical phase, and the last thing they wanted was for emotions to compromise performance.
Jamesâs words echoed in your mind long after the meeting ended. âItâs nothing personal, itâs about keeping the team focused. Weâve all seen how relationships can become distractions in this sport. We need to keep things professional, especially now that Franco is in F1.â
You had expected some tension when the move was announced, but not like this. You werenât just any race engineerâyou had stood beside Franco for years, helped him rise through the ranks. Your love had grown through the late-night data reviews, the shared victories, the quiet moments after race weekends when it was just the two of you. To be told that this love, something that had been a part of your lives for over two years, was now considered a âdistractionâ was gut-wrenching.
Franco was the one who made the call, though. âItâs for the best,â heâd said, voice breaking just a little. You could see how much it hurt him to say it, how his voice faltered for just a second, but you also knew he was trying to protect both of your careers. He couldnât afford to let emotions get in the way now, not when he was on the brink of making a name for himself in Formula 1. And you didnât want to be the one to hold him back, either. So you agreed, even though it felt like your heart was being torn in two. You could see the conflict in his eyes, but the weight of the moment crushed any objections you mightâve had. You didnât want to be the reason he failed to thrive in F1. And so, with a single nod, you agreed to end it.
It was a quiet breakupâno big fights, no yelling, just an excruciating silence that followed you like a cloud for weeks. Youâd kept things under wraps so well that even the fans didnât catch on immediately. But they were observant; they always were. It wasnât long before they noticed the subtle changes. Your Instagram went private, the photos of you two celebrating F2 podiums together disappeared, and though you still posted about the races, the personal connection that had once been there was gone.
Speculation began to swirl in the background, but you never confirmed or denied anything. You let the fans talk, let the rumours grow, because addressing them would only bring more pain. And in the paddock, Franco became just another driver. Professional, distant, and cold in a way you hadnât expected. You couldnât stand it.
You threw yourself into your work with Alex, who was a consummate professional, always supportive, but even he noticed the toll it was taking on you. âYou donât have to pretend, you know,â Alex had said one evening after a particularly long debrief session. âItâs okay to feel hurt.â
But admitting that hurt felt like a betrayal of everything youâd tried to hold together. So you buried it deeper.
As the season progressed, the distance between you and Franco only grew. He was focused on his races, and you were determined to be the best engineer you could be for Alex. But no matter how hard you tried to push Franco out of your mind, he was always there. You saw him every day, heard his voice over the radio, watched him in the garage. It was torture, and you couldnât escape it.
There were moments when he would catch your eye from across the paddock, and for a split second, it felt like old times. But then reality would crash down, and you would remind yourself that things were different now. You werenât his engineer anymore. You werenât his anymore.
And yet, despite everything, you couldnât bring yourself to move on. You still loved him. The offers from other teams continued to pour inâteams that saw your potential, that recognized your talent. Mclaren, Aston Martin, even Mercedes reached out, but you turned them all down. How could you leave when Franco was still here? You had built your career with him by your side, and even though your relationship was over, you couldnât imagine being anywhere else.
But you knew it couldnât last. Eventually, you would have to make a choice.
âThe Wall Comes Down
It wasnât until Suzuka, late in the season, that Franco finally broke the silence between you two. The garage was quiet, most of the crew gone, but Franco lingered by his car, his eyes darting toward you as if summoning the courage to speak.
âCan we talk?â His voice was low, tentative, and you wanted to say no, 1you didnât want to have this conversation. You had spent the last few months trying to bury your feelings, to focus on your work and pretend that everything was fine. But the look in Francoâs eyes told you that he wasnât going to let you walk away this time.
âWe shouldnât,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper.
âPleaseâ he pleaded and you found yourself nodding while he guided you to his driver's room.
He didnât waste time with pleasantries. âI hate this. I hate that we donât talk anymore.â
You crossed your arms, trying to guard yourself against the emotions surging within. âWe donât talk because you made that choice, Franco.â
His jaw clenched, a flash of frustration crossing his face. âIt wasnât my choiceâit was the teamâs.â
You shook your head, feeling the sting of unshed tears. âBut you agreed to it. You agreed to break up with me like it was just another strategy call. Like we were something you could let go of as easily as a bad qualifying lap.â
âI did it for us,â he said, voice rising. âFor our future. You know how cutthroat this world isâhow many careers get destroyed because of personal issues. I didnât want that for you, or for me.â
You stepped closer, lowering your voice. âDonât lie to yourself. You did it for you. You were scared, Franco. Scared that if things went wrong between us, it would ruin your big shot in F1.â
He looked away, the weight of your words hanging between you like a wall neither of you could cross. After a moment, he finally spoke, his voice softer now, broken. âMaybe youâre right. Maybe I was scared. But that doesnât change how I feel.â
âAnd howâs that, exactly?â you asked, unable to stop the bitterness from creeping into your tone.
âLook I know I messed up,â Franco said, his hands shaking as he spoke. âI thought breaking up was the right thing to do. I thought it would keep us both focused, but⊠I canât do this anymore. I canât pretend anymore.â He paused for a moment. âI still love you,â he said, and the words hit you like a punch to the gut. You had been waiting for them, hoping to hear them for months, but now they only made you angry.
âYou canât just say that and expect everything to go back to normal,â you said, shaking your head. âIt doesnât work that way.â You looked away, the pain of his words hitting you harder than you expected. âYou made your choice, Franco. You chose your career over me. You canât just come back now and expect everything to go back to the way it was.â
âI didnât choose my career over you,â he said, stepping closer. âI thought I was protecting us both. I thought I was doing what was best for you. I know I hurt you. I know I made the wrong call, but Iâm trying to fix it now. We can still be friends.â
âNo,â you said firmly, taking a step back. âI didnât need protecting,â you said, tears welling up in your eyes. âI needed you to trust me. To trust us. But you didnât. And I..IâŠI canât just be your friend, Franco. Not when Iâm still in love with you.â
The silence between you stretched out, the weight of your confession settling in. Francoâs face fell, and for the first time, you saw genuine regret in his eyes.
âI didnât realiseâŠâ
âYou didnât want to realise,â you corrected. âYou thought it would be easier to just put distance between us, to make things âprofessional,â but thatâs not how feelings work. You canât compartmentalise everything.â
He reached for your hand, but you pulled away. âI need space, Franco. I canât do this anymore.â
For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Finally, Franco nodded, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He looked at you, his eyes full of regret, and for the first time, you saw how much this had been hurting him too. âIâm sorry,â he whispered. âIâm so sorry.â
He turned around and you watched as he walked away, your heart breaking all over again, but you knew it was for the best. Some things just couldnât be fixed with a pit stop.
-The Offer By the time the season neared its end, you received the call youâd been avoiding for months. Red bull was offering you a position. They wanted you to join their engineering team, and the offer was too good to ignore. Prestige, a hefty pay raise, and the chance to work with another driverâa new start.
You took the job. You had to. Staying with Williams, staying near Franco, was suffocating you. And the moment Franco found out you were leaving for Red Bull? It broke him in a way you hadnât expected.
-The End of the Season
The season wrapped up in Abu Dhabi, and the celebration felt hollow without Franco by your side. You watched from a distance as he soaked in the cheers from the crowd, the flashes of cameras capturing the culmination of a year of hard work. He had grown into a formidable driver in F1, and you couldnât help but feel pride for him, even if you had been reduced to just another observer.
You had kept your distance for months, determined to stay professional despite how much it hurt. But as the night went on and the paddock grew quiet, you found yourself lingering. The afterparty was in full swing, but you couldnât bring yourself to join in. Instead, you found a secluded spot near the pit garages, letting the sound of the distant laughter and music wash over you as you replayed the season in your mindâevery moment you had spent avoiding Franco, pretending like your heart wasnât breaking every time you saw him.
âHey.â His voice startled you, pulling you from your thoughts.
You turned around, and there he wasâFranco, standing there, his eyes filled with something you hadnât seen in a long time. Regret. Pain. Love.
âIâve been looking for you all night,â he said softly, stepping closer. He was still in his race suit, unzipped to his waist, a reminder of everything that had changed, and yet, everything that still felt the same.
âYou found me,â you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. You hadnât seen him this close in what felt like forever. His presence stirred up emotions you had tried so hard to bury, but here they were, bubbling up to the surface.
âI didnât think youâd stay.â He ran a hand through his hair, looking uncertain, a far cry from the confident driver everyone saw on the grid. âI thought youâd already be gone.â
You shook your head, unable to find the words. There was so much you wanted to say, but where would you even begin?
Franco took another step toward you, his eyes searching yours. âI miss you,â he said, his voice breaking just a little. âI know I messed up. I thought I was doing the right thing, for both of us, for our careers. But I was wrong. I canât keep pretending that everythingâs okay without you. Itâs not. Iâm not.â
Your heart clenched at his words, but you had been carrying the weight of this heartbreak for so long that it felt almost impossible to let it go. âFranco, weââ You paused, trying to gather yourself. âWe made a choice. You made a choice.â
âI know,â he said quickly, his voice desperate. âI know I made the choice, but it was the wrong one. I thought we could just focus on our careers and put everything else aside, but I canât do it anymore. I canât pretend like youâre not the most important thing in my life.â
You swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill over. âI thought I could handle it too,â you admitted. âI tried to be professional. I tried to focus on my work with Alex and push everything else away, but itâs been⊠itâs been hell.â
âIâm so sorry,â he whispered, his voice cracking as he stepped even closer, so close you could feel the warmth of his body next to yours. âI thought I was doing what was best for us, for you. I thought if we stayed apart, we could avoid all the complications, but I didnât realise that losing you was the biggest mistake I could make.â
Tears blurred your vision, and before you could stop yourself, you closed the distance between you and wrapped your arms around him. He pulled you into his chest, holding you tight as if he was afraid youâd disappear if he let go. You could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, steady and strong, and for the first time in months, you felt like you could finally breathe.
âI missed you so much,â you whispered into his chest, your tears soaking into his race suit.
He held you tighter, his hand gently stroking the back of your head. âI missed you too,â he whispered back, his voice thick with emotion. âEvery day, I missed you.â
You pulled back just enough to look up at him, and in that moment, all the walls you had built up around yourself came crumbling down. The hurt, the anger, the distanceâit all melted away, leaving just the two of you standing there, raw and vulnerable.
And then he kissed you.
It was soft at first, tentative, like he wasnât sure if it was okay. But then, as you kissed him back, it deepened, all the months of pain and longing pouring into that one kiss. It was a kiss that spoke of everything you had been through together, everything you had survived. It was a kiss that reminded you why you had fallen in love with him in the first place.
When you finally pulled away, both of you were crying. His forehead rested against yours, his hands still holding you as if he couldnât bear to let go.
âI love you,â he whispered, his breath shaky. âI never stopped loving you.â
You let out a soft sob, nodding as you wiped the tears from your cheeks. âI love you too, Franco. I never stopped. But we canât just pick up where we left off. Itâs been months. Weâve both changed, and... Iâm still so hurt.â
Franco's face crumpled with regret, his eyes filled with desperation. âI know I messed up. I donât want to rush anything. I just want to be with you again, even if it takes time. We can take it slow. Iâm willing to do whatever it takes, justâplease. I canât lose you again.â
You shook your head, your heart breaking all over again, but this time, for a different reason. âFranco, I donât think you understand. Itâs not just about time or taking it slow. Iâve been trying to heal, trying to move on from everything. You hurt me, and I canât go back to that place.â
He swallowed, his voice shaky. âBut we can tryâcanât we? We can figure it out together. Iâll make it up to you, I swear.â
You looked down, your hands trembling as you tried to steady yourself. âItâs not that simple. Iâve accepted an offer, Franco.â
His brow furrowed in confusion. âAn offer?â
You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the next words. âRed Bull offered me a position, and I took it. Iâm going to be Max Verstappenâs new race engineer.â
The shock on Francoâs face was immediate, his body stiffening as he processed what you said. âRed Bull? Maxâs engineer?â His voice was barely above a whisper, disbelief clouding his expression.
You nodded, fighting back the tears threatening to spill over again. âThis is my chance, Franco. My careerâthis is everything Iâve worked for, and I canât let it slip away because of what we used to be.â
His lips parted, but no words came out. The pain in his eyes was unmistakable, but so was the understanding. He took a step back, realising that he had already lost you, not because you didnât love him, but because too much had changed.
âI⊠I didnât know,â he finally whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
You swallowed hard, your throat tight as you spoke. âI didnât plan for it to happen like this. But this is what I need to do, for me. I need to move forward.â
Franco stood there, silent, his eyes fixed on the ground as he tried to absorb the reality of your words. âSo⊠this is it?â
You wiped away the last of your tears, your heart heavy but resolute. âI think it has to be. Iâll always care about you, but I canât keep holding on to something thatâs hurting me. You have your future, and I have mine.â
He looked up, his gaze searching yours one last time, as if hoping for a miracle. But when he saw the finality in your eyes, he nodded, defeated. âI understand.â
It was the hardest thing youâd ever doneâwalking away from Franco when you still loved him. But this wasnât just about love anymore. It was about you, your dreams, and your future. And for the first time in a long time, you were choosing yourself.
Without another word, you turned and walked away, the sounds of the paddock fading into the background as you stepped into the unknown, leaving behind the man who had once meant everything.
But you didnât look back. Not this time.
--- THE END ---
hope you liked it, part two is on its way.
Lots of love, Em!
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Can I Get a Kiss? - LN
Summary: Lando always wants a kiss and he's not afraid to ask for it. Man is unapologetically WHIPPED.
PSA, Lando's outfit and specifically these photos make me sweat a little.
Lando would never say he's needy. Never.
Y/n would absolutely say Lando is needy. But that is definitely not a bad thing in her eyes.
"Wait, wait pause." Lando demands hearing the front door in his apartment open and close. "Baby! Is that you?"
"Oh for god sake." Max groans dropping back in his seat since he knows exactly what's about to happen.
"Yeah, it's me. Is everything ok?" Y/n smiles making him look at her for a moment before pulling his headphones off.
"Can I have a kiss?" He asks earning a small laugh from her before she leans over and kisses him softly, though one kiss apparently isn't enough and she's pulled into another kiss from the driver before sighing and settling down.
"Can I play for a bit?"
"Yeah, Max thinks you're better than me anyway." Lando jokes, though that's not even a lie.
Y/n ends up helping the boys on the mission all while feeling Lando hug her and continue to kiss her shoulder as his eyes watch her on the game and sometimes just watch her.
But eventually the game is over and she leaves Lando to play without her interference.
"Kiss, baby. Kiss." He reminds her almost as if he's lecturing her to remember that there is never a moment wrong to give him a kiss. Even if she's trying to leave him to stream.
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"Ah ah ah! Y/n! Kiss." Lando exclaims seeing her walk into the garage since she was requested by Lando and Jon was sent to get her.
"You brought me in the garage for that?" Y/n laughs before looking at Zak who is in there and watching the young couple.
"I gave him my blessing because I'm sick of him pouting." Zak states with a shrug almost looking defeated but also not seeming all that bothered.
"So needy." Y/n jokes knowing while Lando denies it and she accepts it, Lando hates being called needy.
"Baby...Kiss." Lando grumbles, not whining but almost sounding annoyed she's been there for this long and he's not got to kiss her.
Deciding to be extra, she jumped up around his waist and catches him in a kiss that is movie ending worthy. Though admittedly she doesn't expect Ted Notebook to appear since it's ahead of qualifying.
Lando hoists her up onto the side counter which is a little higher than where she'd been sitting on his waist. His thumbs rubbing at her thighs as she sits there.
"Kiss." He murmurs earning a grin before she leans in kissing him again.
Later they see the footage everywhere and the McLaren PR team tell them both to reign it in with the PDA. But Lando has no intentions of doing that and y/n just nods along to keep the peace, though she knows that if Lando isn't listening then her promises will only be broken.
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Padel is easily becoming the second choice of sport among the F1 drivers. Max, Charles, Alex, Carlos, George and Lando all play padel and even have matches.
Y/n doesn't involve herself in any form of sports than means going up against Lando. Purely because seeing the competitive nature in her boyfriend is one of the best things in her life and usually the adrenaline means she has a good time shortly afterwards wherever they can find a private spot. She'd rather be the involved in the part after.
But she does like watching. So she sits watching the match which is between Max and George vs Lando and Alex.
Seeing four drivers play against each other is honestly unusually. They play against each other when they get the chance but having only drivers playing against each other in teams, that's not so common.
During a short break to rehydrate, Lando moves to y/n who is guarding his stuff. He grins moving to her.
"Good luck kiss please?" Lando states after chugging a good half of his bottle of water.
"Yes." Y/n smiles hardly getting a chance to think before he's closed the space and his lips are pressed on hers. His hand moving under her chin to hold her in the kiss for a bit.
"We are all in relationships. No need to rub it in that you're the only one with a girlfriend who was free to be on hand whenever you want a kiss." George calls out making y/n smile and pull away, which in turn earns George the nastiest look he's ever got from Lando in the years of their friendship.
Not that it stops him from turning and stealing another kiss from her, much to her entertainment.
"Alright, thank you." Y/n laughs gently pushing him back.
"Any time." Lando smirks as he does stand up and look at the other boys who are now in a conversation. "I love you."
"I love you too, even if you can't go 0.5 seconds without needing a kiss."
"I'm not sorry for it." Lando shrugs then moving back. "Alright boys, let's get this finished. I'm bored of Alex and I winning all the time."
Obviously too cocky for what the real results of the matches are but it earns some laughs and they all move to get back into the match.
-
A bad qualifying is a burn to the ego and confidence, no kiss mends it but it helped him feel better just to have y/n there and be able to kiss her. A bad race, that's frustrating and while he stopped to get a kiss after the race while he changed to go to media and then before the debrief. Not that he's in any mood to discuss the diabolical weekend he's had.
He'd quite like to get on his flight home and not think about it.
"Kiss. Kiss. Kiss." Lando mumbles as he makes a b-line for y/n and catches her waist as she reaches and cups his face, kissing him several short times before allowing for a much longer and heavier kiss. "I want to go home."
They have a weekend without a race so going back to Monaco is on the agenda and Lando had already made sure the flight was due to take off as soon as they could get out of there. He even cut the debrief shorter than Andrea really wanted because he told them that he needed to leave for his flight.
So they're out of there quickly, with a few goodbyes and making sure their luggage has been sent ahead of them to the airport before they get on the private jet and fly back to Monaco.
Y/n ends up falling asleep cuddled up to Lando since it's not a short flight and he knows she's been trying to adjust to the time zone change with little success.
Lando is drawing shapes on her back, feeling her breath hitting his neck since her face was nuzzled into his neck but she's shifted slightly in her sleep so she's not quite so tightly against him.
Y/n has a history of mumbling in her sleep, especially when she's in a slightly lighter sleep and her subconscious seems unsure if she's awake or not.
"Kiss." Now Lando can't stop his small smile of amusement over hearing her mumble. He asks (and demands) for kisses all the time, but y/n never had to because he initiates it so often that she hasn't got a chance to want them before he's beat her to it. He does get his phone out wanting to capture if she speaks again and as if she sense him wanting to keep the sweet moment on camera forever. "Baby, kiss."
He feels her shift and he moves enough to catch her face scrunching up in upset. She shifts again before her eyes flutter open and he sees the anger behind them flashing before he kisses her and she melts into it as if she woke up purely to get a kiss.
"Sorry, baby. God back to sleep." Lando whispers feeling his mood much improved from just the past few moments.
"Ok. Kiss." She mumbles clearly still half asleep but he kisses her again on her demand before she decides that she got what she wanted and returns to being tightly pressed against him and hiding her face in his neck while he finally stops recording the moment.
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donât smile | franco colapinto
pairing: engineer!reader x franco colapinto
summary: after franco signs with williams to finish the 2024 season, your relationship takes a punch
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just for the weekend áŻáĄŁđ©.á - franco colapinto
summary: your teammate has an absolutely ridiculous plan to bring your team back from the dead - but it might be just crazy enough to work w/c: 5.5k + some smau style tweets warnings: a little angst, some uncomfortable touching/kissing since it's fake dating (not too bad but better safe than sorry), some miscommunication - just two idiots in love i fear
a/n: WOW it's finally here, fake dating is literally a guilty pleasure trope for me so i hope yall enjoy this HAHA - also sorry to Williams fans bc there's a lot of slander in this but trust its all for the plot <333 (also holy shit this is the longest fic I've ever written WOW)
"You're actually insane."
"Oh c'mon, at least think about it for a minute, it's perfect!"
You fold your arms over your chest and try your best to look uninterested in whatever it is your teammate has to say. The two of you had been racing together for a little over half a year now, and you had witnessed him make (at least in your opinion) a grand fool of himself. Flirting with interviewers, winking at cameras, having absolutely no filter during press conferences - but this, this was by far the craziest thing you had heard come out of his mouth.
"A fake relationship?"
"Ah ah ah," he tuts, jutting a finger in your face, "a media relationship, one that will draw the attention away from how crap we're doing and onto the personalities of the team. Think about it, McLaren has whatever Oscar and Lando have got going on and Ferrari basically has two models for drivers. We need something to put us on the map, to make people care about us!"
You pause, and for a minute you seriously consider his outrageous proposition - he isn't completely wrong. For the two of you, making it into the points range was a rare occurrence, and even though the team always made sure to celebrate it like a podium there was something that stung about constantly being at the bottom.
"Do you realise how much trouble we could get into?"
"Ah," he sighs, and it's starting to annoy you how lightly he's talking about this, "ever the pragmatist."
"Well one of us has to be if the other's going to keep saying stupid shit," you huff before turning around and beelining out of his driver's room.
Seriously, a fake relationship? Had he lost his mind? Maybe if he focused more on his racing you wouldn't be constantly outperforming him.
"At least think about it, okay?" You hear him call out from behind you, and consider yourself lucky to be facing the other way so that he doesn't catch your obnoxious eye roll. Surely he had to be kidding because there was no way you were going to devote any amount of time to this ridiculous thought.
God fucking damnit.
It was frustratingly confusing, the kind of power Franco had. You had witnessed it first hand with how smoothly he spoke to anyone and managed to get his way almost instantly - but this was your first time experiencing it first-hand. It was another weekend, another country, another race, but the only thing you could think of was his stupid consideration - which, with each passing moment, seemed increasingly genius.
You had almost a year of experience with the team over your teammate, and with that, your fair share of embarrassment and disappointment. Sure, his idea was a little out there but you were close to being at your wits end and if nothing else, you hoped this would at least be a little fun. Plus you were pretty sure at this point if you didn't act on this thought soon, it would start interfering with your performance.
"Fine," you said a little breathlessly as you burst into his driver's room ahead of a race.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, looking at you with a shocked look, "whatever happened to knocking? I could've been naked in here!"
You roll your eyes before continuing, "You still up to the ..." You pause, thinking of how best to word it, "Fake relationship thing?"
His eyes light up immediately, "Ah, I knew you'd come around eventually."
Letting out a soft huff, just to let him know that you still aren't fully convinced this will work, you sit down on his couch. "I think we should lay down some ground rules first."
"Yes ma'am." He nods, straightening up and forcing a serious expression you can only assume is mocking yours.
"Firstly, no kissing."
"Understood."
"Actually no public affection at all, holding hands, hugging, nothing."
"Oh sure and how exactly are we going to convince people then?"
You pause, thinking for a little, "Okay maybe hand-holding and hugs are fine, but you better not push it - that goes for the pet names as well." He nods with a satisfied smile.
"And no one other than us two can know this is fake, alright? Otherwise, it'll spoil the plan."
"Trust me, I don't need anyone knowing I'm going along with something as ridiculous as this. It'll be our little secret."
"Our little secret," he repeats with a hum, a sly sort of smile spreading across his face as he gets up from his spot. "See you after the race, my love."
You sighed in exasperation, tossing your phone to the side of the couch in your driver's room where it fell with a light thud. You had about a thousand other things to be worrying about - your pretty disappointing result in qualifying for one - but for some reason, the main thing on your mind was your 'relationship' with Franco. Somehow, it had proved even more intense than you had expected, which planted a seed of worry in your mind as you realised how hard this was actually going to be to pull off. Since his not-so-subtle announcement to a hoard of hungry press members at last week's race, the media had managed up a flurry about the two of you.
There were supportive fans who liked you both enough not to see any problem with two teammates dating, as well as others who were more sceptical about how it might impact your performance. However, what really seemed to get to you were those who doubted you more than the relationship.
Your social media had been bombarded with comments and theories about the reason behind your relationship, doubting your place on the grid, and calling you names that - after shedding the status of 'first girl rookie', you thought you had left behind. Regardless, you feel a little stupid for being so unprepared for all this - not just the tweets but the harsh articles, the questions during press interviews and even shouting fans. Maybe if you had done a little more thinking about it first, you would've realised this was a stupid idea that should've been left at just that.
Throwing your head back you let out an exasperated sigh, trying to clear your head so that you could move on and focus on the race that was happening tomorrow. The last thing you wanted was for this plan to start impacting your driving. But Franco always seemed to have the worst timing - or best, depending on who you asked.
"Hello?" A couple quick knocks alert you of his presence before he cracks the door just wide enough to peek in. "There's my beautiful girlfriend." The way the pet names and affection seem to come to him so easily makes you simultaneously impressed and concerned, unsure of whether it's an indication of his great acting or flirting skills.
"What do you want?" You try to make it as obvious as you can that you're not in the mood, and he realises this right away.
"Oh, nothing, I just wanted to ask if you were free after this."
"You know I'm not really a huge fan of the big team dinners, especially not when we have a race tomorrow."
"Oh it's not like that, I was just going to go check out a restaurant near our hotel and wondered if you wanted to join me."
When you finally speak it's just above a whisper, "Is this a part of the fake dating thing?"
He laughs softly, his ability to find everything entertaining has always amazed you. "If you want to, it can be. If that gives you a reason to come hang out with me, though if you don't it's totally fine."
"No, I'll come, not like I've got anything better to do." You hate how every word you've said so far has sounded so pathetic.
"Great, I'll meet you by the paddock entry in ten?"
"See you then."
The street lights were dim, just bright enough to illuminate the street the two of you were walking down. The night was cool and still, and there were barely any people out other than you. You weren't sure why, but you had ended up telling Franco a lot more than you had expected. Maybe it was the extremely fancy restaurant you had initially gone to or the local one the two of you agreed to ditch it for instead, or maybe it was just the freeing feeling of being in another country.
The two of you had talked before, of course - as teammates it was difficult to avoid. But beyond the casual small talk, discussions about strategies or banter during challenges your relationship never extended beyond casual co-existence. It was one of the reasons you were glad your higher-ups had never tried to force the two of you into a professional friendship. There was something about Franco, his ability to strike up a conversation and maintain it even when the topic clearly strayed far beyond his interests, that made him so likeable, so easy to get along with. And the support he got from fans and the media reflected this well. You just never felt like there was any room for you in that equation.
But here, away from the cameras and shedding the roles of drivers, the two of you became normal people. You spoke, you laughed, you vented to him everything that worried you about your 'relationship' and he listened throughout all of it - all the while the two of you shared the biggest, best, pizza you had ever had.
"I have to say, I don't know if our engineers will appreciate the extra weight I've just put on," he jokes, breaking the comfortable silence that had been lingering around you two as you walked.
"Me neither, they might have to roll me into the car at this rate."
"You know, I think this is the first time the two of us have hung out, just us two."
You think for a little before answering, "You're right."
"Do you think there's a reason for that?"
"You mean besides us both being extremely busy people and already seeing each other pretty often? Not really, no."
"Good point, though with our little plan, we're definitely going to be seeing each other a lot more."
There's a beat of silence. "This is nice though, right?" He asks, and his voice is so tentative you almost find it endearing.
"It is nice, this was fun." You try not to think too much about the fact the two of you could be mistaken by any passer-by as a couple of lovebirds on a first date - or that fact that even to those who knew you, you were.
"I appreciate you telling me all that stuff, you know, about what people are saying about you."
"Oh, if anything I should be thanking you for listening to me vent about it."
"It is serious though, I'm so stupid for not even thinking about what you'd have to deal with."
"Well I don't think either of us gave it enough thought but," you pause and look up at him, "we're too far in to back out now."
He shoots you a comforting smile, one that shows how reassured he feels that you seem to finally be coming around to his idea. That is, at least, before his face morphs into one of discomfort.
"God, I'm so full."
"We're almost back at the hotel now, let's just sleep and then we can wake up early tomorrow morning to-"
"Wait, is that ice cream?" Franco interrupts you to point out a street vendor who's about to pack up for the night, and before you know it he's running up to the man eagerly. You can only follow suit with a sigh, knowing full well you wouldn't mind some dessert either.
"You two are lucky, you'll be my last customers for the night," the moustachioed owner of the cart says with a warm smile.
"Thanks," you reply kindly, before turning to Franco, "what flavour do you think you'll get."
"Hm, not sure, maybe chocolate?"
"Wow, boring."
He scoffs, "Oh yeah? And what exotic flavour are you going to get then?"
"Mint choc," you smile, but your face drops once you see your teammate's disgusted expression.
"You've got to be kidding me, that's like the worst choice."
You feign offence, "How dare you insult the best ice cream flavour of all time?"
"Ah, you two are quite the couple," the man laughs and you watch as Franco's eyes widen in embarrassment.
"Oh we're not-"
"Thank you," it's your turn to interrupt him, turning to the man with a smile. "One chocolate and one mint choc chip please."
You go to reach for your wallet to pay but you feel a hand on yours, stopping you.
"No, it's okay, I got this."
"Wh- Franco c'mon you know full well both of us could afford about a thousand of these ice cream cones don't be ridiculous."
"I know," he smiles and even though he's trying to be serious you know he's also trying not to laugh, "but I just figured you know, I'm the one who dragged you out here and like, got you into this whole fake dating mess."
You furrow your brows, a little confused at what exactly he's getting at.
"I guess I just want to say thank you, you know?"
"Alright, alright," you laugh softly, watching as he pays and takes both of the cones, handing you yours. Once you grab yours, you instinctively loop your arm around his, pulling him close and resting your head against his shoulder. The ice cream man laughs endearingly at the two of you.
"You're the best boyfriend ever!" you say in as high and cute a voice you can manage, cringing a little but determined to keep up the bit - you don't even bother to think about how fast you can feel Franco's heart race when you do.
Last night was really nice. You're sitting next to your race engineer, nodding along as she points to various multi-coloured dots and lines on the screen. You hear yourself agreeing with a couple quick "mhms", "of course" and "yep"s even though you can barely hear what she's saying. You're mere minutes away from getting in your car for a race, getting briefed on your strategy, and the only thing you can think of is the 'date' you had with Franco last night - if you can even call it that.
You had thought that getting everything off your chest, the hate comments, the doubt you had, would help you feel better and relieve any worries you had. And it did, at least until you got back to your hotel room alone and caught yourself smiling at the thought of seeing your teammate again the next day. How, even as you washed up and got ready for bed, you found yourself thinking - pizza, ice cream, walking at night together, isn't that something a real couple would do?
"Are you listening to me?" your race engineer's voice cuts through the haze of your thoughts, causing you to straighten up immediately.
"Yes! Sorry," you mumble, but just at that moment, you see him walk into the garage, greeting a couple of the mechanics warmly. Before you realise it, he's beelining straight for you, his arm coming around your waist as he leans in close to your ear.
"There's a ton of cameras, I just wanted to be believable," he whispers, and when he pulls back you can see the smile on his face. You nod curtly, fully aware of how red your face feels over such a small interaction as he waltzes away.
"Okay, so as I was saying," your race engineer pipes up again, though you couldn't be paying her less of your attention - watching as your 'boyfriend' walks off, his brown hair illuminating in the afternoon light. For a fake relationship, the quickening pace of your heart felt far too real.
"Well you two have been teammates since the beginning of this year, can you tell us a little about when you realised you might be more?"
Your struggle was never-ending - or at least, that's what it felt like, finding yourself at the centre of an impromptu interview with Franco. Around you, the other drivers were getting questions about their place in their teams, how they felt about their current strategy and about their racing futures. And there the two of you were, getting thrown question after question about your 'relationship'.
"Well," you begin, before being saved by your teammate. You had to give it to him - he was great at making stuff up on the spot.
"Well, I think it was somewhere around a month after I first joined the team, and met her. It was just something about her, she's sort of electric in this almost untouchable way, you know?"
You try not to look too awkward standing next to him as he talks, feigning your best-interested smile - though a part of you is extremely intrigued by this fake story he's creating.
"At first I thought I just wanted to be like her, her passion and talent were just so respectable, but the more time I spent with her the more I realised it was something completely different."
He turns to look at you, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close to him. Your expression falters a little as you're caught off guard by the sudden contact and as you turn away from the journalists and towards him, your eyes widen in shock at the sight of his pursed lips nearing yours. Before you realise it, his lips are against yours and you're pulling away as quickly as possible, face bright red. You're just barely aware of the thousands of flashing camera lights as you turn to quickly excuse yourself.
"Thank you all for coming, it was nice talking to you but, uhm, I have to go!" You hurriedly blurt out before slipping out of Franco's grip and darting off to your driver's room.
You hear his footsteps following closely behind you, as well as the sound of him calling out your name. When you near the door of your room, you turn around and grab his wrist to yank him in before you shut the door.
"What the hell was that?" is all you can muster out, "I thought we agreed no kissing?"
"Look, I can explain!"
You cross your arms with a huff, looking at him expectedly.
"I was just going to peck you quickly on the cheek, you know because we were getting all romantic and I wanted it to be believable! B-but then you turned, and then we," he's struggling not to ramble and his quickly moving hands do little to help. That's when you also realise his face is bright red as well, and he doesn't seem any less flustered by it than you do. "I'm really, really sorry I really shouldn't have done that."
You'd be lying if you said his explanation didn't make you feel any better. You're not actually upset about the kiss itself though, in fact, it's the opposite - actually, the grudge you're holding is doing little to help the internal struggle going on in your head. The kiss didn't make you angry, but the realisation that you wanted it to be real, did.
You sigh, rubbing your temples as you slump down in the nearest chair. Franco does the same on the adjacent couch, though his gaze stays carefully on you, almost afraid of what you might say next.
"It's fine, I think we just need to coordinate our PDA a little better then."
"Yes, of course," he nods quickly.
There's a beat of silence. "You're really good at acting though."
"What?"
"That whole story you made up about how you fell in love with me, it was really believable." You laugh lightheartedly trying to lighten the situation and alleviate the awkwardness that's settled between you two.
"Well it's pretty easy, I didn't need to make up much of it," his eyes catch yours and his gaze is soft when he smiles at you.
"What?" you're confused.
"Never mind," he scoffs lightly, his gaze dropping to the floor as he rubs the back of his neck. He looks almost disappointed at something, though you can't realise what. "Well, I'll leave you alone now. I really am sorry about what happened before." You watch as he pushes himself up from the couch, his head hanging guiltily - looking almost like a scolded puppy.
"It's fine Franco, really, please don't feel too bad about it." He nods thankfully before slipping out the door, leaving you alone.
Being a driver, hotel rooms had come to be a companion you knew far too familiarly. Their high ceilings, plush sterile white bedsheets, the empty bathroom - almost everything about them felt a sign of loneliness, of temporality, a house that never felt like home. Even though you knew how ridiculous it would be to complain about something that others would see as a privilege, it was hard to deny the isolation you felt whenever in a new country, away from most of your family or friends.
Maybe that's why you had been so eager to latch onto Franco's idea - it made sense, he had become the person you spent the most time with so why not give yourself some ridiculous reason to be around him even more? However somewhere along the way you stopped needing the reason of fake dating, somewhere in between hushed conversations, planned posts and candid photos - and instead found yourself genuinely enjoying his company. It was a little strange and sometimes acted as a sour reminder of how lonely you'd become but more than anything it felt like a blessing in disguise.
You were reminded of this fact as you lay, wrapped in a plush white hotel robe, across your messy bedsheets - laughing to yourself at the tweets your boyfriend had sent you. They were all about you, or the two of you, of course. Comments on the tiniest things, the way the two of you looked at each other, the way Franco held your hand, the way you worried about him.
"I feel a little bad, they're all so gullible," you typed quickly.
"Oh, so now you feel bad?" His response was almost instant.
"Don't you?"
"It's fun, isn't it? All this playing pretend."
Right, pretend. You rolled onto your back with a deep sigh, staring up at the tall hotel ceiling. All of this was just so confusing - as if figuring out how you felt about someone wasn't difficult enough, the two of you had complicated it by tricking the entire world into thinking you were in love. Whether you truly liked him or not, the idea was doomed for failure - and the more you thought about it, the more it seemed like the former.
"You're right," you typed back, watching intently as the three tiny dots appeared, disappeared then reappeared. What could he be saying that would need so much thinking?
"Can we talk tomorrow, after the race?"
You felt your stomach drop, had he finally caught on to how obvious you were being about how you truly felt, and decided that actually it might be better to just drop this whole act and go on as just teammates? With trembling hands, you typed back.
"Sure, what about?"
"I'll tell you then, for now, we should sleep."
"Goodnight Franco."
"Goodnight mi amor." You laughed softly to yourself at the nickname he had given you, though a small part of you took it as salt to the wound - almost as if he was dangling the possibility of something that could never happen right in front of your desperate little face.
However, not like you had a choice - all you could do now was get ready for bed and brace yourself for whatever tomorrow brought.
You couldn't believe it. The sounds of celebration erupted around you, but you sat completely still in your car, silent, attempting to process what had just happened. Your first win, and, your first double podium, with Franco. Your head was spinning as the never-ending stream of thoughts raced through your mind. Suddenly, you heard a voice coming from above your car's halo, muffled by your helmet. You flick the visor up, lifting your head as highly as you could - locking eyes with your teammate.
"We did it! Oh my god!" The excitement on his face is enough to send a slight surge of energy through you as he offers you his hand, helping you out of the car. When you do though, you stumble a little - the nerves are almost too much for you.
"Woah, you alright?" Even through the fog clouding your mind you can make out the concern in Franco's voice and feel his arms steadying you.
"Yeah, just-" you mumble, gesturing to your helmet and making weak attempts to undo the clasps underneath it. It's almost suffocating you, and the chaos going on around you isn't helping the pounding headache.
"Oh, let me," he reacts immediately, dropping his own helmet and bringing his hands below your chin to swiftly undo the clasps and pull the helmet off of you. You take a deep breath of air as you pull off your fireproof mask, though it sounds more like a desperate gasp.
Around you, the crowds roar with excitement, both your team and others as they make attempts to gesture at the two of you to join them. Your head spins though, and you wobble backwards into Franco.
"It's too loud," is all you can stutter out, though he understands you almost immediately, a strong hand gripping your wrist and pulling you away from the noise and somewhere quieter. You're not entirely sure where he's taking you but at that moment you feel as though you'd follow him just about anywhere.
Luckily though, when your eyes refocus you're in his driver's room, and even though outside you can hear the cheers continuing, you're offered some solace here, the walls muffling the sound. You sigh, sinking into his couch as you throw your head back, panting still.
You feel like it's all just too much - not just the physicality of the race, but the feeling of winning it, winning it with Franco, just Franco himself. When you finally manage to catch your breath you lift your head to see him standing over you, watching intently.
"Better?"
"Much better, thank you." You smile earnestly, "Though I don't think we'll be able to hide in here much longer, there is a cooldown room for this exact reason."
"Oh, I mentioned it to someone, not sure who but he looked important, and he said it would be okay."
You laugh softly, amazed at how he can seem so calm even at a moment like this.
"We did it," you say, still not being able to believe it.
"We did," he smiles, sitting on the couch next to you, "a couples podium."
You feel your heart skip a beat at the sudden reminder of your conversation last night, him mentioning he had something to tell you. Was this it? The two of you had achieved what you had been wanting this entire time, and there was no better time to let this ridiculous bit go than now.
You stare at the wall of his room, the gigantic flag of his home country, and let out a shaky breath, mustering up the courage to break the silence. "So..."
He turns to you, one eyebrow raised in interest.
"What was it you wanted to talk to me about?" You're trying your best to keep your voice lighthearted, "it sounded serious."
"Oh, well about that," he seems to have forgotten it temporarily as well, but the fact that he turns to look at the flag as well, almost unable to maintain eye contact with you, isn't a good sign.
Maybe it's the adrenaline from the race, maybe it's the fact that both of you are going to be needed out on the podium in about ten minutes - or maybe it's the fact that you're so desperate to get out these feelings and make him understand how you feel, but you start talking before you even realise it.
"Look, Franco, I," you start, not entirely sure of where you're going to end up, "I know you asked me to do this whole fake dating thing with you and I completely understand if you want to end it now, I mean why wouldn't we? It's perfect!"
He looks at you confused, lips parted as if about to interrupt you but you continue anyway, stupidly.
"But, look, here's the thing," you turn to him now, and you're sure your face is bright red, "I don't want this to end!"
You let out a deep sigh, and clutch your hands together to stop them from shaking, though it doesn't help that Franco looks even more confused now.
"What?" he says, and your heart drops.
"I," you pause, struggling to find the right words, and struggling to get them out, "I think I like you, like, for real." Okay, not exactly the best choice of words but it'll do.
"Like, not for the whole fake relationship thing?" his tone is still concerned and he leans in a little for clarification.
"Yes! Okay, I know it's not exactly what we thought would happen and it'll probably jeopardise our relationship as teammates but there, I like you okay."
"When did you realise?"
"A couple days ago, I'm sorry."
There's a beat of silence, and you're left with the agonising feeling of your heart racing in your chest, waiting eagerly for his response - for him to laugh in your face, for him to get mad, for him to reject you.
But instead, you watch as Franco's confused expression melts into one of pure relief as he sinks back into the couch with a sigh. "Oh, thank God."
It's your turn to be confused. "I'm sorry, what?"
"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that," he says, eyes fixed on the ceiling with the widest smile you've ever seen.
"Wait you mean you-"
"I win!"
You're absolutely speechless, not a single coherent thought on what is going on or how to respond. All you can get out is a confused sort of grunt.
"I win, I've liked you for longer!" he laughs, sitting up and grabbing your hands in his.
You feel as though your jaw is going to dislocate at how fast it drops, "I'm sorry?"
"Oh c'mon, we've been teammates for a year I know you're not that oblivious."
"Well, apparently I am because I'm really confused."
"I've liked you since the moment I met you, you idiot."
"Wh-" You're about to be offended at the name-calling until what he says finally hits you. He likes you. He has liked you. For ages. You idiot.
"Even when you proposed this to me?"
"Yep."
"Even when we went to get ice cream?"
"Yep."
"Even when you kissed me?"
"Y- well wait no that was completely unintentional," he holds his hands out in defence. You slump back, trying your best to process everything today has entailed, it's almost too much. That is until you feel Franco move a little closer to you, his arm stretching around your shoulders and gently moving your head to lay on his. At that moment, it all becomes clear, and you're suddenly unsure about why you ever felt confused about any of this.
"What now?" You say, barely above a whisper.
"We go and get our trophies," even though you're not looking you can hear the smile in his voice. "Though, before then."
You lift your head up off his shoulder to turn to him with raised brows. "Hm?"
"Now that we aren't fake dating, do the rules still apply?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I'd really like to kiss you right now," he whispers, and there's a hint of nerves as you watch his eyes dart in between yours and your lips.
"Really can't wait can you," you tease, though you still move to close the space in between you to. But just before your lips can touch his there's a knock at the door, causing you both to slump back with a sigh.
"Hey, are you two in there?" it's your race mechanic, "you're needed, you know, on the podium."
You roll your eyes to show your obvious disappointment at being interrupted, though Franco just watches you with an endeared smile.
"What are you thinking about?" you ask, not being able to hide your own smile.
"I'm just thinking about how beautiful you're going to look up on that podium, and how I won't have to pretend not to be in love with you anymore."
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Do I Or Don't I? - LN
Request from anon - I would love to see a Lando x Leclerc!reader where they go to a wedding and reader catches the bouquet with the reaction of Lando and her brothers
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No part 2 requests please
"We are going to be late." Y/n stresses as she tries to stop Lando from going for a 3rd round of morning sex. "I'm a bridesmaid and Lorenzo would not forgive me for being late to the ceremony especially if you followed me in."
Lando groans not wanting to hear the rejection but accepting it since the reasoning is valid. They have an intense day and y/n is part of the bridal party meaning Lando won't actually be seeing much of her once they've out of the hotel room.
"Come on, we can shower together and you can get your fix but the moment we're out the shower. No more sex."
"Yes." Lando cheers quietly as he jumps up from the bed following her into the bathroom excitedly.
In truth, Lando never imagined himself on the guest list of a Leclerc wedding when he first joined F1. Him and Charles get along but they were never really all that close, more acquaintances than friends.
But then Lando saw y/n in the paddock one day and the rest was history.
He's somewhat been welcomed...her brothers maybe aren't the happiest about their relationship. But y/n just tells them to get over it and so far that's not failed to force them to quiet their concerns.
As expected y/n disappears and Lando actually ends up managing to find some people he knows from F1 that are close to the Leclerc's and he at least knows them.
The ceremony starts and while Lando has had thoughts in the run up to the wedding about marrying y/n. He really hasn't voiced it, just fearful of what y/n might say and more importantly if she might demand him to get her brothers' blessings.
Seeing her walk down the aisle even just as bridesmaid makes something happen in his chest and he can't wipe the smile off his face, almost blindingly bright as she spots him and he shoots her a wink.
Y/n watches her brother and sister-in-law exchange their vows, tears do gather as she the room watches them finally kiss and everyone cheers watching them walk down the aisle and out with confetti and petals thrown on them.
"Are you waiting for me?" Y/n laughs as she follows and finds Lando stood almost in the way of other's making their exit.
"I'm here for you before anyone else." Lando shrugs linking their hands and earning a smile before she leans over and kisses him.
"You are adorable." Y/n states squeezing his hand and walking with him to attend the reception.
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There was speeches and a lot of tears shed as people spoke about the newly weds. Sadly again, Lando had to be divided from y/n as she sat at the table at the front of the room.
But eventually there was a pause and y/n immediately moved to sit with Lando but she's caught by the other bridesmaids and a few women to take part in the throwing of the bouquet something Lando get some amusement from as she shoots him a desperate look.
"Would you propose if she catches it?" Arthur asks stepping up beside the Brit as they move closer to watch.
"Maybe I was going to propose anyway." Lando states making Arthur's head whip around so quickly there has to be some pain from it and suddenly a hand slaps a little hard on Lando's back, knocking the air from him a little and making a small ache spread to his shoulders.
"No you are not." Charles declares almost appearing like the mention of a proposal is enough for him to just be summoned into brotherly duties.
"Charles." Arthur warns seeming to protect Lando while he feels like there's something going on he's unaware of.
There's an exchange in French as Lando perks up noticing Charlotte turn readying to throw the bouquet.
Really this actually means nothing. Throwing a bouquet doesn't actually stand for much. It changes nothing of Lando's feelings towards and plans with y/n, but for some reason the bouquet feels like some sort of sign that he's got the right idea.
The flowers are tossed with some pretty good force and head towards them, y/n definitely isn't fighting to catch the bouquet like some of the women around her and it really looks like she's going to be the last person to get a hand on the flowers.
But the universe isn't about to fail her.
So when the bouquet smacks her in the face and she's tackled down as the women around her try to claw for it. Y/n actually disappears under the dog pile of women making Lando and her brothers rush to her aid while the women on top of her scream and bicker as others try to help them back up.
"Y/n?" Lando laughs seeing her slowly be revealed before he can finally help her up and that's when they find that she wasn't the only victim in being crushed. "You caught it?"
"Only because it hit me in the face." Y/n laughs before smiling as she is helped to her feet only for Charles to take the squished flowers and the moment he does Arthur takes them and hands them back to their sister. "This is why you're my favourite."
"Ah, you-"
"Be quiet. MĂšre! Come get him." Arthur exclaims making Pascale tsks and grab Charles' hand leading him out of there with Arthur smiling. "I will congratulate the happy couple again and leave the two of you to it."
Y/n smiles as Arthur gives her a quick hug and kiss on either cheek as she thanks him and then looks at Lando.
"So...if I propose...do you think we may need to flee Monaco to avoid Charles?" Lando asks making y/n laugh a little and shake her head before pausing.
"Actually why am I shaking my head? Yes. We definitely need to flee the country. There's a lot of other places in the world we can make a break to." Y/n laughs then sighing as she looks at the crushed flowers.
"Do you want to dance?" Lando asks making her beam and place the flowers on a table before moving back to him. "I don't know if I've said it enough today, but you look beautiful."
"You have definitely said it enough but don't let it stop you." Y/n laughs as he pulls her slightly closer.
Meanwhile Charles is glaring at them and just as Arthur is about to comment trying to calm his older brother into accepting the relationship that so clearly makes y/n so happy and complete. Alex speaks first, appearing from having managed to dodge the bouquet scuffle.
"They are perfect together. Nobody could treat y/n better than Lando does."
Charles looks at his own girlfriend in shock as if she's speaking another language, one of the languages he doesn't speak obviously, before Lorenzo appears for a moment.
"They will get married soon."
"How do you know?" "Catching a bouquet does not mean that."
Arthur's question and Charles' statement overlap but Alex giving Charles a nudge forces him to apologise before Lorenzo smiles looking at Charlotte for a moment.
"Because he asked for my blessing."
"And mine." Pascale adds appearing out of nowhere. "If she says yes then he never needed our blessings anyway. It is her life and her love. You need to start being nice to Lando...because the alternatives for her could be much worse."
That certainly put Charles in his place.
Lorenzo moves to dance with his new wide while Charles manages to be pulled over to dance with Alex and Arthur decides to dance with Pascale.
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imagine harry turning over in the middle of the night and latching onto your nipple. it wouldn't be a sexual thing necessarily. just a comfort thing and maybe you're already both naked from activities before you went to sleep. and out of instinct you cradle harry's head as he sucks your tit.
OH MY GOD...... I! LOVE! THIS!
You'd had sex hours before so you both were completely naked under the heavy duvet. You were asleep on your side facing Harry and Harry was asleep on his back. But then as sleeping people tend to do, Harry starts moving to find a new comfortable position. That position being lowered down to be face level with your warm chest and the front of his body wrapping around your front. His head was basically all the way underneath the covers.
As he falls back asleep, Harry realizes his face is sandwiched between your boobs, beings your laying on your side and they are hanging down sideways. So this gives Harry the idea to roam blindly until he finds one of your nipples. When he does, he latches his warm mouth onto it and gently sucks the sensitive area.
You just barley wake up to the feeling of someone sucking your boob and when you realize its Harry doing so, you relax back into the comfy bed and place your hand on the back of his curly scalp from under the duvet. It doesn't feel sexual in any way. It's kind of even lulling to you as it is for Harry.
Harry falls back into his slumber with one of your nipples in his mouth and you go back to the sleep you barley even woke up from. His hands are gently placed on your bare back as to push your body as close to him as possible. One arm under your side and one thrown over your side. His chest is level with your tummy and hips. You alternate between having your hand in his hair and sliding it down as far as you can go on his naked back.
You feel soft puffs of air on your breasts from Harry's nose as you're sleeping. Harry's flaccid penis is laying softly between his legs and your thighs. Everything is quiet in your bedroom. And everything feels just right.
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other sub!harry concepts from tonight:
Sub Harry Clit Sucking
Sub Harry Crying During Sex
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head over heels | cl16 mv1 op81
charles leclerc, oscar piastri, max verstappen x reader
a ferrari driver, a mclaren driver, and a redbull driver all interested in the same girlâŠthis wonât end well.
notes: i decided to make this a series! now should i make this poly?âŠ
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yourusername: what a better place to have your first day then good olâ texas! formula one here i come đ€
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user2: omg i totally forgot you are going to start interviewing for f1
user3: DUDE ME TOO
user4: im so excited!! i hope she does challenges like she did with indycar
patriciooward: what a coincidence! i just happen to be in texas too!!
yourusername; you followed me here, stalker đŁ
patriciooward: LIES! i am here for a JOB
yourusername: well so am I
patriciooward: YOU ALWAYS COPY ME
user5: indycar, i will never forgive you for separating these too
indycar: come back to us đ„č
user6: YOU FIRED HER???
user7: first you fire her because she asked for a raise AND THEN you get in her comment section talking about âcome backâ yall are SICK
user8: SHE DIDNT EVEN ASK FOR A RAISE!! she was offered more by f1 and instead of fighting back, indycar just decided to fire her??? like???
user9: companies will always prove that they do not gaf about you
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user10: wtv, yn onto BIGGER and BETTER things
user11: when are you going to start posting on youtube again? đŁ we miss you :(
yourusername: sooner then you think!!
user12: you fit in with the texans so well
user13: yeehaw! đ€
user14: congratulations on the new job!! i hope your first day goes well :))
user15: first days always make me so nervous
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kymillman: formula one driver down!
a mere seconds after this photo was taken, charles leclerc took a tumble on the texas pavement, following a tiny interaction with a new worker here on the track đ landing face first and awkwardly trying to play it off.
he is okay! just a bruised ego
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user17: this is embarrassing, even for charles
user18: when iâm in a who can embarrass themselves more contest, but charles is already there
user19: IN FRONT OF A PRETTY GIRL TOO?? no youâd never see my face again
user20: it was BECAUSE of the pretty girl đ she smiled at him and suddenly was on the ground
user21: thatâs humiliating
user22: i keep watching the videoâŠwhy do his legs just like, give out?
user23: THERES A VIDEO?
user24: ig being a f1 driver doesnât give you game
user25: this means max is going to win come sunday
user26: okay grandpaâŠhow about we get you back to bed?
user27: i need yns reaction to this
user28: i think the worst part is that she didnât even notice he fellâŠ
user29: pls tell me your joking
user30: no đ she just walked away and didnât spare him a single glance
user31: i needed this todayâŠthank you
user32: i love to see the ferrari fall
user32: no pun intended
user33: the video just gave me the biggest second hand embarrassment
user32: i actually cringed into myself.
user33: itâs him getting up and looking around to see if anyone saw that gets me
user34: i hope this gets brought up multiple times during the weekend
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maxvertappen1: feels good to be back on the top step in the sprint đȘ onwards to qualifying, let's keep pushing @:redbullracing đ
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user36: are you not ashamed? are you not embarrassed?
user37: have you no shame, max?
user38: guys iâm so confused
user39: this weekend has been so crazy
user40: whatâs going on?
user46: your cardboard cut out is sleeping on the couch tonight.
user43: GUYS WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT. I FEEL LEFT OUT AND I DO NOT LIKE IT.
user44: max was flirting with an interviewer today.
user43: WHAT
user45: was he flirting? or was he just being nice and yall are making it a big deal đ
user44: when the interview was over he stayed in his spot staring at the woman until she gave him attention and then asked her if she was new.
user44: she said yes and asked if it was that obvious. he said, âto me, yes.â AND THEN blushed when the interviewer reminded him that she did in fact have others to interview
user44: AND THEN, told her, âif you need any help around the paddock, let me know.â
user45: okay so maybe he was flirting đ
user46; whatâs the big deal guys? let max get some with out you guys embarrassing him!
user48: HES embarrassing HIMSELF. does he not have decorum? self respect?
user49: okay but was the interviewer into it??
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f1gossip: as austin comes to an end, i would like to reminisce that these three men, managed to flirt with the same girl (an interviewer, as a matter of fact), in a span of three days. do they know they are flirting with the same girl? are they into that? or is this all just a hilarious incident?
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user51: this is the funniest thing to happen all weekend
user52: i see max and charles doing this, but OSCAR??
user53: yns following went up by 20k
user54: I WAS THERE WHEN SHS WAS AT LESS THEN 4k, SHE BETTER NOT FORGET ME!!!
user55: people still donât even know who she is đ they keep calling her âthe interviewerâ
user56: i hope she doesnât get hate for thisâŠ
user57; to be fair oscar couldâve just been being nice?? like taking a photo for someone doesnât mean youâre into them
user58: i could not survive as an f1 driver
user59: like imagine your just tryna flirt with a girl, and suddenly itâs all over the internet of how embarrassingly you failed (max)
user60: itâs yns first race and this is how it goes??
user61: that interviewer is soo lucky
user62: okay but if you were the interviewer, who would you pick?
user63: max
user64: oscar 100000%
user65: charles, are you guys crazy?
user66: lando
user67: that wasnât a option?âŠ
user66: i donât care
user67: has nobody realized that lando liked this đ?
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