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Star Wars (2020) #29
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norrizzandpia · 5 months
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you’re my absolute favourite lando fanfic writer, i get so excited whenever you post. can you do some sort of fake dating x enemies to lovers with lando & some angst & grovelling please? i leave the rest up to you, i can’t wait to see what you come up with<3
THIS IS THE BEST MIX OF TROPES I HAVE EVER SEEN I LOVE YOU FOR THIS also thank you so much for saying I’m your fav lando writer I’m blushing ☺️
You Were Never What I Wanted, (LN4)
Summary: Lando and Y/n have never liked each other and it’s only the distaste the world has for them when McLaren forces them to “put on a show for the public”. At first, a few hand holds and light, quick kisses seem to be tolerable, yet feather light touches turn into longing stares and, suddenly, they’re falling in love. Although, hatred is a powerful emotion. Can love really trump it?
Warnings: language, sexual discussions, very mild smut, lando and yn yearning, yn calling lando a man whore not affectionately, talks of death, a crash, she’s long so grab popcorn, omfg this one hurts
Note: i love a good fake dating y’all don’t GET. IT. Also i added the reformed playboy trope to this to spice things up! It’s very mildly mentioned tho UPDATE: PART 2 POSTED!
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Lando screeches, body flying from his chair beside Y/n.
Charlotte smiles tightly at him, nodding slowly and putting her hands up, “Lando, yes. You know this is the only way to clean up the reputation you two have developed together.”
He groans, turning to pace the room when Zak interrupts, “Lando, be a fucking man and clean up the mess you’ve made.”
He turns quickly, eyes bulging as he yells, “It wasn’t fucking me! It was her!” He turns to look at Y/n, bewildered look in his eyes as he points furiously at her, “It was you! You got us into this mess! You clean it up!”
Y/n rolls her eyes at him and he almost loses his head, “You’re just as at fault, Lando. You’re the one that openly criticized my driving in a room full of reporters and cameras!”
“I was asked a fucking question, Y/n. It was my job to answer it honestly.” He shoots back.
She scoffs, “Are you fucking psychotic? Or just that fucking stupid? Our job is to lie to the press, that’s what it’s always been. Don’t fucking change it when it’s convenient for you.”
Lando’s hands claw at his eyes as they continue to bicker, “The only person who’s stupid here is you.”
“I was standing up for myself!”
“Oh, yeah?! Now, look where that’s gotten us! A fucking PR stunt!”
“Get over yourself, Lando! You’re just as at fault!”
“You’re so fucking annoying, Y/n! Can’t take any fucking accountabil-”
“Oh, please, you’re one to ta-”
“OKAY!” Charlotte claps her hands as she stops the two drivers. The image before her is one she never thought she’d see this season. Lando Norris, a McLaren driver and well known playboy, getting mad he had to kiss one of the most beautiful women to grace the sport of Formula 1, fellow driver on the grid, Y/n Y/l/n. She surely would’ve chuckled if Lando’s eyes weren’t alive with an angry fire she needed to diffuse immediately.
“You two need to just realize that whose fault this was doesn’t matter. What you need to focus on is pretending you’re in love, so the media stops breathing down McLaren’s and Red Bull’s necks. This is the only way we can make all this bad press go away.” She explains, hands moving rapidly in front of her as she tries to calm the two down.
Y/n, the more rational one, nods, accepting her fate with grace. Lando, on the other hand, stomps his foot on the ground and mutters a sentence of agreement before storming out of the room.
Y/n laughs, turning to Zak and Charlotte, the papaya employees looking as if five years had just been taken off their lives, “I don’t know how you put up with him. He’s so fucking childish.”
Charlotte, media trained, smiles, “He’s better when he isn’t angry.”
Zak, not media trained, nods, “Y/n, I’ve never agreed with you more.”
The man and woman share a look, a subtle scolding glint in Charlotte’s eye as she stares at Zak. He backs down, earning a giggle from Y/n as she begins to leave the room.
“You’ll send the NDAs and other contracts over to Red Bull, right? I’d like to get this started and over with as soon as possible.” Y/n smiles, a soft one that makes others feel warm inside.
Charlotte nods, “Of course. Consider it done.”
Y/n, keeping her smile and composure, withdraws from the room, the door closing with a loud click.
Zak and Charlotte are left to sink down into the chairs behind them. Slugging, Zak’s head lulls to her side, “This is either the best idea we’ve ever had or the worst one.”
She laughs, “They either fall in love or hate each other more.”
“Okay, so,” Charlotte smiles at Lando and Y/n from her side of the SUV, the two on either side of the car, sitting as far away from the other as possible, “This is going to be a short outing.”
“Thank God.” Lando mumbles under his breath, earning a scowl from the girl beside him.
Charlotte huffs, continuing, “Just a coffee run. You’ll go into the cafe, holding hands, maybe a kiss or two, get your drinks, and then leave. Very quick. However, I need you two to give it your all. This will be the first time the public sees you as something more than enemies. It needs to be convincing. Heart eyes and maybe, if you’re comfortable, roaming hands.”
Lando’s head turns in utter disgust, “If you fucking think I’m going to touch her ass or some shit, you’ve absolutely lost it.”
Y/n’s body whips around, whole torso facing him as she stares him down, “Oh, please, Lando, you get no fucking women. You haven’t touched anybody’s ass, let alone a girl’s, in fucking ages.”
“Oh, yeah? Then, explain the girl that woke up in my bed this morning!” He fires back, head tilting in a challenging way.
Y/n shoves her arms across her chest as she sits back and whispers, loud enough for him and Charlotte to hear, “Man whore.”
Charlotte’s eyebrows lift slightly, exhaling a breath, “Well! This should be fun!”
The car comes to a stop in an alleyway, hidden from prying eyes. Charlotte lets the silence pass between the two for a few moments before leaning over and opening Lando’s door, “Well, get on with it! Chop chop! Don’t have all the time in the world.”
Lando slides out of the car, shaking his head and grumbling incoherently. Y/n follows him, however, when she gets her legs hanging out the door, she is reminded of just how high the car is off the ground. She goes to turn her body around, opting to slide slowly out on her stomach in avoidance of an accident, but, before she can get positioned, Lando grabs her hips and lifts her from the car, down onto the ground.
There’s a moment where she’s so taken aback, surprised, by the movement, all she can do is grip onto his biceps and stare down at her feet, safely on the pavement. It’s only when Charlotte starts yelling, “Yes! Yes, Lando! Just like that! Look at her like that!” That she looks up. What she finds is deep green eyes completely dilated and lost in the sight of her. She reminds herself of the hatred this man has for her, brushing off the way his hands squeeze over the flesh of her hips desperately, and removes herself from his hold.
Immediately, he comes to, the snarl replacing whatever emotion had taken over his face before. She trails down the dirty, smelly passageway, hearing Lando’s feet patter behind her.
It’s as if she’s achingly aware of his presence when he reaches her, just before they turn onto the public street, and takes her hand in his. The way his cologne wraps around her body, suffocating her in the most addicting way, and the feeling of his fingers fitting perfectly in the divots of hers, soft against her skin, has Y/n reeling. She goes along with his movements, relying on him to guide her as she travels to a place where Lando’s just the man she used to think he was; insanely hot and incredibly charming.
He pulls her back, however, when he opens the door for her and quietly says her name when she doesn’t walk through.
“Y/n?” His hand tugs against hers, smiling softly at the way she stares off into space. Whether that smile is genuine, although, Y/n has no clue.
She shakes her head, murmuring a thank you to him as she scurries past the threshold. When they both enter, their presence is immediately clocked by the other customers waiting for their orders. That’s what Y/n tells herself when Lando comes up behind her, arms around her waist as he rests his head on the top of hers.
“What do you want, baby? I’m paying.” He says, low enough for it to come across as a whisper, but loud enough for the girl in front of them to turn her head slightly in curiosity.
He’s surprisingly good at this, falling into the role demanded of him in a way that has Y/n faltering. She was expecting a man who was so distant from her, the same as her past partners, she had to beg for his attention. Yet, here she was getting showered in affection by a man she was convinced didn’t have the capacity for it.
Her response is easy, covering for the feelings arising within a certain part of herself she can’t quite name, “Just a cappuccino. Thanks, Lan.”
His grin is sweet as he lays a kiss on her temple. His hands rub over her hips as he detaches himself from her body and moves in front of her, teasingly pushing her away from the register with a light laugh.
Lando spews off the order to the man behind the counter as Y/n moves to the other side of the establishment, residing where the orders are dropped off. It could’ve been strategic, it probably was she promises herself, but Lando yells across the store to her.
“Y/n! Love, do you want food? They have your favorite here,” He smiles at her, earning a few giggles from fawning girls in the corner, “Croissants!”
Did he know croissants are actually her favorite or was that just a lucky guess?
Y/n gives him an airy chuckle, head falling back slightly in a lovesick way as she shakes her head, “Nah, I’m okay. Just gives us another opportunity to come back here.”
He nods at her, shaking his head at the barista and handing him some cash.
He tips the change, a hefty amount seemingly as Y/n watches the worker hesitate and thank Lando profusely. Her heart warms, shining on the inside as he treats hardworking people, those who are usually treated horrifically, with the utmost respect.
These reactions she’s having toward him are confusing, a far off nagging in her brain that she might’ve always wished for this type of attention specifically from him.
Nevertheless, she forces her mind to end its overwhelming thoughts when he waltzes over and sidles up next to her. She’s determined to keep this transactional, however she can.
She can’t get feelings.
She won’t get feelings.
And that was that, she decided.
“Lando!” Another worker calls out, setting down two drinks on the counter in front of them. Y/n goes to pick them up, however Lando beats her, giving her a cheeky grin as he mumbles, “You’re my girlfriend, Y/n. You don’t get the drinks, I do. Don’t be barbaric.”
She stands staring at him, mouth agape at his comment as the girls sitting behind them, somehow closer now, gasp.
Y/n hits his arm, the liquid jostling in his grip, “We weren’t supposed to say anything yet!”
He shrugs in return as he pushes the door open with the side of his body, and waits for her to walk through, “I guess I just couldn’t wait, baby. Too in love.”
She shakes her head at him, taking the drink from his hand, their digits brushing against the other’s in an electrifying way, “Down the toilet goes the soft launch plan.”
As they turn the corner, the smile he had been adoring her with suddenly vanishes and the usual pain that fills his expression when he’s around her returns.
“I’m just trying to get this over with, Y/n. Waiting a whole fucking month to tell some fans we’re together is so fucking stupid and I’m not doing it.” He bites out, a hostility to him she had forgotten in the ten minutes he had just treated her like she was his everything.
She drops the coffee on the ground as they grow closer to the car, shock at his quick change in attitude forcing her body to go numb. Lando stops when she does, both of them staring down at the leaking, steaming drink.
He dryly laughs at her, “How fucking stupid! Can’t even hold her own drink! No wonder you’re a shit driver!”
He gets in the car, shutting the door harshly and leaving her to internalize his criticisms.
For some reason, after getting a glimpse at what being loved by him feels like, his words hurt more, mean more.
What a dangerous game.
Lando is a known party animal. He’s in love with the blinding lights, loud music, and alcohol flowing without a care in the world what hangover he’d be graced with in the morning. However, with her here, it proves to be a much more stressful experience.
She’s glued to his side, not particularly the clubbing type, and Lando feels his heart quicken when other men bend their backs to see her walk away. A month into the arrangement they structured and he’s consistently feeling as if he’s fighting off every man that floats their way.
He’s worried someone will try to take advantage of her; he’s worried someone will spike her drink; he’s worried someone will touch her weirdly; he’s worried someone will bother her.
He’s worried about her.
A thought so pressing he forces it out of his mind, away from the impending cloudiness that accompanies a topic so big; the way he feels toward her.
The way it was explained to him, by the joint teams of McLaren PR and Red Bull PR, was that, for the first few weeks, their relationship outings would consist of soft dates, quick times spent out together grabbing takeout or a few pictures here and there on both their social medias that addressed their relationship status. Once they got past that time period, they would begin to see the public more often as a union. Long dinners, a handful of charity functions, a gala, and nights out clubbing riddled his calendar now.
Something he wasn’t too opposed to he was coming to find out.
That was the phase they were entering now; the hard launch. After his stunt in the coffee shop those four weeks ago, the teams had to regroup. The girls who had been hanging around had heard his slight confession of love, plastering it on the internet for every person to see.
The consequence? Lando didn’t get to be seen with Y/n for a week as the PR teams waited for the attention around the news to subside.
He wouldn’t risk that now.
Not when he was beginning to get used to the way her hand held his bicep as his fingers tangled in her other hand below.
“Lan?” She yells in his ear, their footsteps just now reaching the VIP section as the bodyguard lets them through.
He looks down at her, their faces centimeters away, lips centimeters away, and Lando’s scared.
Scared of the things he wants to do as her plump, pink lips sit right below his.
“Yeah?” His eyes avert to Max, his best friend, the boy giving him a knowing glance as he sips on his glass.
“Get me a drink please? I would do it myself, but I don’t want to risk having to talk to a random guy and-” He interrupts her immediately when she mentions the possibility of someone else hitting on her.
“I got it.” He’s spinning around, fast walking toward the bar before she can tell him what she wants.
She turns around, wandering over to Max and plopping down beside him on the soft, black couch in the corner of the room.
Max shakes his head as he looks at her, chuckling softly before letting his head fall to his chest.
“What?” She asks, eyebrows raising at the boy she had grown close to over the time she’d spent with his friend.
“You two are so funny.” He continues giggling, his girlfriend smacking his arm with a cautious look.
Y/n’s eyebrows furrow, “What?”
“You guys say you hate each other, but then you look at each other like you can’t wait to rip the other’s clot-” He begins, but Pietra slaps her hand over his mouth.
“MAX FEWTRELL!” She screams over the music, “NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!”
Her scolding makes him cower into himself, a drunken look on his face as he searches for mercy from his girlfriend.
Y/n is about to press for more when Lando shoves her drink in front of her, holding it out for her until she cradles it in her own.
Looking down at it, her head tilts, “A vodka soda with two orange slices?”
Lando stares at her blankly, “Yeah, you’re favorite, right?”
She nods, “Yeah.”
They look at each other for a moment. Confusion on both their faces for two different reasons.
“Is that a problem?” He asks her, hand dangerously close to her thigh and heating the skin of her leg up with the need for him to splay his fingers across it.
She shakes her head slowly, “No, just- How did you know it was my favorite?”
Emotions flash through his eyes, too fast for Y/n to decipher them. He withdraws physically, cold returning to her leg when his hand retracts to his lap.
“Uh, you just told me a few times.” He stutters.
If she knew him better, she might say for certain he was nervous.
Not mentioning the fact she had never told him what her favorite alcoholic drink was, Y/n moves on. It’s not because she doesn’t want to find out how he knew what she liked or that she simply doesn’t care how he knows, it’s because a camera catches her peripheral eye. Her head discreetly moves to the side, analyzing the drunken girl who stumbles over to the railing and points her phone right at them.
Y/n falls into Lando’s side, his body laid against the back of the couch and making for a comfortable cushion. His arm automatically wraps around her shoulders as her hand plants itself on his upper thigh.
When her fingers brush teasingly close to his crotch, he looks down at her, astonished, “What are you doing?”
“Camera.” She says, his eyes looking up through his lashes before he sees what she had witnessed before.
He nods subtly, leaning down immediately to press his lips to hers shortly. It’s a kiss like the ones they’d had before, quick and dry, yet, this one, instead of pulling away right after, Lando lingers. His lips brush against hers in hesitation, as if he’s deciding whether or not he wants to lean back in for more. His eyes stare into hers, top lip hitting her bottom one as he dips his chin down. He’s close to taking what he wants, breath heavy against her face as he holds her to him. His hands eagerly claw at her dress, forcing her to stay where she is, where he wants her to be, close to him. Yet, he continues to hesitate.
Finally, for the first time, Y/n sees the emotion that hides behind the beautiful color of his eyes; confusion.
It’s only for a split second though. She sees it only for a millisecond as Lando feels the way she breaks down a wall he had built up long ago. When she realizes the war behind his head, he retreats.
His hands fall from her back and his head turns to the side, rejecting what he wanted to do. She watches him look for the girl that had been filming them, eyes roaming over the crowd before coming to the conclusion she was gone.
“No camera.” He says curtly, pushing her off him as he gets up from the couch and walks back to the bar.
She watches him order another drink, no doubt for himself.
Her eyes train on the drink that sits, sweating, on the table in front of them.
Lando’s drink that’s completely full.
🏎️
Liquid courage is a real thing. It’s what drives Lando to ask Y/n to join him on the dance floor. It’s what drives Y/n to pull him into her and sway her hips right against him. They’re on beat with the music, it thumping in their hearts as Lando grips her hips and forces her body closer to his. There’s a newfound sexual tension, rather than the usual tension that consisted of complicated feelings and lingering hurt over past insults. Her hands drape over his neck, head in his chest as he lays his against her shoulder, withholding groans when she circles her hips and accidentally caresses his dick.
His head’s somewhere else, terrifyingly so. He’s not fully thinking through his actions or the thoughts running through his head, the consequences they would have.
All he can think about is the feeling of Y/n’s boobs pressed up against his chest, her cleavage cum-worthy when he looks down and sees her potential spill-out.
The chorus of Love Tonight pumps through the speakers, communicating the feelings they’re too scared to say.
All I need is your love tonight.
All I need is your love tonight.
All I need is your love tonight.
All I need is your love tonight.
The music spurs him on, almost nudging his head downwards to meet her in the same spot they had been in just a few hours before.
His lips hovering over hers with the same thoughts as before, Lando’s brain goes haywire. She’s panting against him, hips relentless as they continue to circle against him. He’s drowning in her, no escape from the hold she has on him.
Fuck it, he thinks.
He smashes his lips against hers, the first kiss they’ve had that truly puts into perspective how much they want each other. Teeth clashing, his tongue wandering the walls of her mouth, Lando and Y/n fail to come up with an excuse for their actions.
No cameras, no fans, no press.
Just the two of them, dancing and kissing with one singular goal.
All I need is your love tonight.
“Here’s your check! Thank you for joining us tonight!” The waiter smiles, setting down the black booklet as Lando quickly swipes it from the table.
Whining, Y/n waves her card around, “Lando, when are you going to let me pay? I don’t think I’ve paid a single time we’ve been together.”
He smiles at her mischievously, “Exactly.”
She rolls her eyes, “Lando,”
He eyes her as he scribbles onto the receipt, “Y/n,”
She scoffs, sitting back in her chair with a huff.
When he’s done, he gives her a sympathetic look before reaching across the table and grabbing her hand, “How about next time we get coffee you pay for your own?”
She looks away from him with a failing suppressive smile, “That’s like five dollars, Lan! You’ve probably spent thousands in the time we’ve been together.”
He shakes his head, “Doesn’t matter.”
Her face scrunches up, “Yes, it does!”
He’s about to rebuttal, but the screeching of people close to them takes their soft eyes off the other.
A mixed group of girls and boys stop at their table, smiling brightly at the two drivers. One of them stands in the middle, phone clutched to her chest as she asks, “Can we get a picture?”
Lando looks to Y/n, searching for approval, but she’s not looking at him. He watches her face light up, smiling big at the fans in front of them as she gets up from her chair.
“Yeah, of course!” She laughs, a sound so light and delicate, it makes Lando’s heart clench in his chest. He never saw the way she acted around fans, having been isolated from them in the times they were together. However, now, as he stays put in his chair and stares on, he adores the way she adores them.
His hands clasped in his lap, Lando sits motionlessly. He can’t take his eyes off the woman who is very clearly making this group’s year. They all stare at her as if she held the moon in their hands, a present from her to them. There’s a simple sparkle in their eyes as she takes pictures with each of them, a simple sparkle that tells him just how much these kids look up to her.
He’s enamored by her, just like they are. For different reasons, though.
“Lan, are you going to get up?” She giggles, hitting his arm and reminding him of the task at hand.
The group stares at him, not the same way they had stared at her notably. He can tell they value him, they’re excited by him, but they aren’t starstruck by him.
He can live with that, though. He gets what it’s like to become speechless over something so beautiful.
After a few more clicks of the camera, the supposed couple sits back down in their seats, but Y/n doesn’t let the fans leave yet. He watches as they brighten at her starting conversation with them.
He loves this. He loves he-
“I have to say, I was so surprised when I found out you two were together.” One of the girls in the group interrupts his questionable internal dialogue. He’s relieved, however. He can’t be thinking that way.
He can’t be feeling that way.
He isn’t.
Y/n tilts her head up at them, “Yeah?”
The group nods and one of the boys speaks up, “Yeah, you two, like, hated each other.”
Everyone laughs, Y/n sitting back in her chair as Lando watches her take the statement easily, “Well, we didn’t hate each other. We did love each other, just didn’t know how to deal with it.”
Her eyes meet his and, for a moment, Lando wonders if she truly means it or if she’s signaling for him to add on.
He goes with adding on, “Yeah, definitely. Who could hate her?”
You could, she thinks. You do, she thinks.
The words sink her heart to her stomach. A reality so crushing, she hates to entertain it. When this is all over, he’ll go back to hurting her with jabs that attack her self-confidence and she’ll be left to hang on to the man he had been when they were “together”.
She doesn’t want to go back to hating him, yet she’s scared she will. She doesn’t want to go back to knowing who he truly is at his core, yet she’s scared she will.
She doesn’t want to go back to knowing what he truly thinks of her, yet she’s scared she will.
By the time she returns to the conversation, the fans are simultaneously thanking them for their time and kindness. Leaving them alone, Lando stands from the table and checks the bill once more. Y/n grabs her bag, “Why’re you checking it again?”
He looks up at her as his pointer finger lingers on the paper, “Oh, just calculating what you’ll owe me when this is all said and done. You know, when we go back to hating each other’s guts.”
He says it jokingly, she can tell he’s teasing as he laughs it off, holding her hand gently as he leads her out of the restaurant. But, none of that stops the way she exhales a deep breath, a sigh that carries so much pain, she wonders where it came from.
Lando used to mean nothing to her, or so she thought.
Had he always meant everything?
Silverstone is supposed to be a fun race for Lando. It’s one of his favorites on the calendar. Although, that joy is rapidly tanking as he races quickly around the track, smoke emitting from behind him and filling the air, filling his helmet. He coughs harshly as he rushes into his radio, “Was that a crash?! Who is it?! Are they okay?! Is it on fire?! There’s smoke.”
There’s panic in his voice, knowing regardless of who it is, he’ll be worried.
Andrea’s silent on the other line, heightening Lando’s concerns.
“Andrea! What’s going on? Can you hear me?”
“I can hear you.” Andrea responds immediately.
Lando rounds a corner before he speaks back, confusions drenching his tone, “Okay, so who was that? Are they okay?”
Andrea is monotone, “I don’t know if they’re okay right now.”
Lando’s heart drops, “Oh, no, who was it? Was it one of the Williams? A Ferrari? Maybe a Haas?”
Again, Andrea doesn’t answer him and Lando is about to press him further when he reaches the crash site once more. Eyes trained on the color of the car, the words “Red Bull” hit him hard.
Andrea waits for the anxiety to kick in on the other line, fully prepared to talk him down as he watches for any updates on the crash.
“IT’S A FUCKING RED BULL! IS IT Y/N? ANDREA, IS IT Y/N?” He screams, voice shaking as he begins to slow down, cars passing him by and making him lose positions.
Andrea watches the decline of Lando’s car in the race standings, head falling as he realizes no information about Y/n will come quick enough to make him get back in the race.
Calmly, he responds, “I am not sure who it is yet.”
He hears Lando groan aggressively, “Bullshit! Is it her?!”
His yelling can be heard throughout the entire wall, everyone giving side glances to Andrea over the man who is currently screaming.
“Lando, I promise you, if I knew who it was, I would tell you.” Andrea gives, voice pleading.
It’s quiet for a moment, the only thing heard being the sounds of Lando’s heavy breathing. Solemnly, Andrea watches a camera zoom in past the smoke and center the number of the car in the frame.
Y/n’s car.
Clicking the button, Andrea speaks to Lando, “I can confirm it is Y/n’s car. No knowledge of if she’s gotten out of the car or not.”
Again, there’s silence before Lando’s hand smacks his steering wheel and he lets out a noise filled with anguish, “Please, tell me when you find out.”
Torturously, Lando passes by her car at every turn, watching only for a second as people work to try and get her out of the car.
Andrea watches in horror as a group of men lift her from the car, her body limp and unmoving as they run her to the safety car.
“She’s out of the car.” He murmurs to Lando, praying the boy won’t ask more questions.
He does, “Good! That’s good! By herself or did she need aid?”
The sound of Andrea’s heavy sigh kills Lando, “No, not by herself. She needed help.”
“How much help?”
Silence.
Lando yelps, “ANDREA! TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON RIGHT FUCKING NOW! THIS IS MY FUCKING GIRLFRIEND! HOW MUCH FUCKING HELP?”
“She’s not moving.”
Lando doesn’t say anything, his mind racing as his eyes water.
Finally, he speaks, “I need to retire the car.”
Andrea and the rest of the pit wall turn to look at each other with outraged stares, “What? No, Lando. The car’s perfectly fine. The pace is great, no dam-”
Lando interrupts Andrea with a broken voice, “The car’s not the reason we need to retire the car. It’s the driver. It’s me.”
Everyone can hear it in the way his voice cracks, he’s crying, knowing he can’t see through it. It’s a danger, it truly is, and that forces Andrea and the team to comply with Lando’s demands.
When he parks in the garage, he clampers out. Shoving engineers, Andrea, his dad, Zak, and anyone else who gets in his way or tries to talk to him, Lando sprints over to the medical center. On his way, he loses his mind over the possibility that she might not be there, already at the hospital, or she will be there, but just her lifeless body.
He’s still drenched in sweat, the amount doubling from his running, when he gets there. Lando pushes past the people who stand at the front, not giving them time to tell him he can’t come in. He hears them call out in opposition, but he’s already in and he just doesn’t care.
There’s no time to address the feelings swirling in his stomach that feel ten times what he had felt for any of his past girlfriends. There’s no time to talk about the way he cries over the image of her burning car or her unconscious body being pulled from it. There’s no time to talk about the fact that, last year, he wouldn’t have acted this crazed over her accident. There’s no time to talk about the fact that, now, he’s fully prepared to brawl with anyone that dares to stand in his way of finding her.
There’s no time because he’s reaching her door and flinging it open. There are nurses beside her conscious figure, tending to the scratches and cuts she has from the car’s debris. Even with the bloodied bandages, Lando smiles at her smiling at him.
When she sees him, her arm reaches out for him without thinking. He takes long strides to get to her even in the small room and, when he does, he grabs her hand.
Kneeling down on the floor beside her, he squeezes her hand, “You okay?”
She nods, “Will be.”
“That’s good enough for me.” He whispers, nurses glancing at each other before exiting the room at the intimacy flowing between the two.
They really were selling this.
Suddenly, Y/n’s eyebrows knit together as her gaze lifts to the clock on the wall, “Wait, Lan, the race is still going. Did you crash?”
He shakes his head, eyes averting from hers, “No, I retired the car.”
Her other hand reaches to turn his gaze back to hers, holding his jaw softly as he smiles at her, “Why?” She whispers.
“Because I needed to make sure you were okay.”
The truth hangs in the air painfully.
They can’t speak of what that means or what that alludes to. They can’t speak of the way he clutches onto her hand as if she’ll go away. They can’t speak of the way he raced over here, throwing important people to the side in a state of pure panic. They can’t speak of the way they stare at each other, yearn for each other in a way that goes against every rule they agreed to when this started.
All they can do is kiss each other sweetly and lie.
Lie to themselves about what will happen after it’s over; lie to themselves about how much they truly care for each other; lie to the PR teams and tell them nothing is developing between them, that it’s safe to continue this.
And, most of all, later, when Zak asks Lando why he has lip gloss smudged against his mouth, they must lie.
“Can you zip me up?” Y/n turns around in the car, her back to Lando as her dress hangs open slightly at the top.
He nods, fingers delicate against her skin as he glides against it, trailing the cool metal up. His hands finish on her shoulders, slowly rubbing softly as she begins to lean against him.
“Lan, that feels good.” She mumbles, words slurred from the way his fingers work the knots under her skin.
Her body lies fully on him, his mouth by her ear as they wait to get to their destination. He continues to massage her, whispering random things in her ear about errands they need to run or complete tomorrow.
With her eyes closed and relaxed state, Lando admires how safe she feels around him. Five months ago, Y/n wouldn’t have dared to let him touch her in the way he was, in the way he had over the past two months, however things had changed. For better or for worse, Lando still wasn’t sure.
The driver in the front eyes them questionably, having witnessed the change in their dynamic over their months together.
With her body still limp against him, the car stops in front of the gala’s entrance. Photographers scream beyond the door and flashes of cameras blind them even as they sit behind the glass.
Looking at her and taking her hand in his, Lando whispers, “Ready?”
She nods, “Always.”
A man opens their door, the volume erupting as Lando steps out, his hand clutching Y/n’s as she follows suit. Immediately, they’re pulled into multiple pictures. Lando’s arm finds its home around her waist with Y/n’s hand resting on his chest, a couple so perfect for each other. Their endeavor had been so incredibly successful, both their teams’ PR divisions were pleasantly surprised. Lando looks on at her, a radiant smile gracing her face as she speaks to one of the reporters on the carpet, and hates the feeling of knowing how close the end is.
In just a few weeks, they’ll be sitting down to write a small paragraph, one that will be posted to their Instagram stories as it tries to sum up the romance they thought they had.
At night, he tries to think of words to describe the moments he’s had with her and, every time, he comes up empty.
Her laughing at the journalist’s joke makes him come to the conclusion there will never be a time where he can gather syllables to explain how undeniably perfect she is.
How he got to the place of being able to address how wonderful she was? Lando had an inkling it was because of the way she made his heart pound and hands sweat.
🏎️
Lando and Y/n easily make their rounds throughout the room, greeting sponsors and potential ones with their hands clasped together. It’s obvious how charming they are together, obvious when random strangers are flipping open their checkbooks at the sight of them. Lando knows it’s all her with her thoughtful sentences and engaging demeanor.
He’s a side piece and he’s okay with that, only okay with it when he’s her side piece.
They’re in the midst of sharing a new drink they decided to try, giggles shared between them as they pass the glass between each other. They had started doing this ages ago, when they first grew closer to one another. In order to make these events go by quicker, they started trying all the items on the alcoholic menu they had never heard before. Some of his favorite memories of her had taken place when she tried something she didn’t like and almost spit it out at him.
“I think this one’s good! What’s it called again? Something sexual, right?” She asks as he takes another swig.
Lando shakes his head, grin on his face as he lifts the drink up to their eye level, “I forgot, but it must be cum something. Sure does look like cum.”
Her mouth falls open and she screeches, “Lando!”
He falls over onto the table beside them, laughing, “What? You don’t swallow?”
She joins him in laughter, “You wish you knew.”
Of fucking course, he thinks.
“Lando?” A voice from his past calls from behind them.
Lando’s heart drops, turning around and seeing Luisinha.
“Hey, Lu!” She moves to hug him, squeezing him lightly before letting her eyes drift to the girl quietly standing with him.
“Hi, Y/n.” She speaks, smiling softly as she hugs her.
Luisinha giggles before looking between the two, “I assume I need to be reintroduced to you. Before, you were Y/n, driver for Red Bull. Now, you’re Y/n, Lando’s girlfriend.”
Y/n nods, a gesture that looks to come so easy to her, Lando wishes it was real.
They hug again, chuckling at the situation before Luisinha directs her attention back to her ex-boyfriend, “It’s nice to see you, Lan! All those nights spent on the phone just aren’t the same as seeing you in person.”
Y/n loses her breath over Lu’s words, gaze drifting immediately to Lando and watching as he nods along.
“Yeah! Seriously, talking to you over the phone isn’t enough.”
His response, easy and light, crushes her.
Y/n steps in closer, “Sorry, um, you two still talk?”
Luisinha looks to Lando, intrigue in her eyes as she searches him. Lando, the boy stuck between his past and present, realizes his mistake.
He shakes his hands, “No, I mean- Yes, but it’s not like that, Y/n.”
Luisinha stays silent as she watches Y/n try to keep her composure, “When was the last time you talked?”
Lando can’t bring himself to answer, so Lu does for him, feeling for the girl in between them, “Last night.”
He watches Y/n’s face slowly process the information. It’s as if reality comes crashing down on her, a harsh moment that reminds her of what they are to each other at the end of the day.
Y/n nods, smiling at the two before beginning to walk back, “I need a minute, sorry.”
Lu watches Lando long for her, momentarily wishing Y/n would just understand how much he feels for her, and Luisinha, finally, gets a wave of closure. She understands now why they broke up. When he ended it, Lando had told her he loved her more as a friend, something that broke her, yet, now, she understands why she had been so confused. Originally, she thought he did love her, he just been too afraid to tell her the real reason for their separation, but, as she stares at the pooling in his eyes, she sees a look she never got.
A look of intense love.
She nudges his arm, “Don’t let her get away.”
He nods at her, running off in the direction Y/n had left, eyes searching for her in the sea of people.
🏎️
Lando catches sight of her gorgeous y/h/c hair off in a small hallway of the hotel. He jogs over, her back to him, and lays a soft hand over her shoulder.
She stiffens, refusing to turn around and meet his eyes. However, his voice coaxes her, “Y/n, look at me.”
As much as she tries not to, she does and it breaks her further.
Her watery eyes and lost head tilt are a stab to Lando’s heart, her choked up voice speaking, “So, you were talking to her the entire time we were doing this?”
He’s at a loss, knowing that’s the perfect truth, yet knowing it isn’t fully, “Yes, but it doesn’t mean what you think it means.”
Her body jerks away from him and the anger he was usually greeted with returns, “Oh?! Then, what does it mean, Lando?! Because it looks like I meant fucking nothing to you! I know it isn’t in my head! I know what’s happened between us isn’t just some people getting over the hatred they had for each other! I thought you felt that way too!”
“I do!” He yells back, frustration at her obliviousness getting to him.
Tears leak down her face, “Then, why did you spend the entirety of this talking to your ex! Why’d you agree to this if you still love your ex?!”
Lando groans, “I don’t love my ex! I don’t love Lu! I love you!”
Her tears fall harder, “Do you? How could someone love another person they used to loathe?!”
Lando shakes his head, overwhelmed at what’s going on in his brain, “It just happened, Y/n! You think I thought this would happen?! No, I didn’t!”
Y/n resigns, quiet taking over other than their heavy breathing, “I don’t believe you.”
His annoyance takes over, “Well, then I don’t know what to tell you.”
I want you to tell me why you love me, she thinks. I want to know where your hate turned to love, she thinks.
Those things go unsaid.
Instead, she huffs, “I think this has gotten too out of hand. I think we need to end this arrangement early.”
She sees the unmistakable sadness etched into his face, “How early?”
“Like, tonight.” She whispers, protecting herself from the world of hurt that would be being loved by him. She isn’t Luisinha, she isn’t a model or breathtaking woman. She’s a girl who fell in love with a “boy’s” sport, a girl who has seen the flaws within herself and tried, desperately, to change them, rewrite them. She never does, although. She always comes out the same on the other side.
The truth catches up with her and images of the beautiful women Lando has had in his bed fill her mind. How does she know this isn’t some elaborate prank to get her vulnerable and then humiliate her out of the resentment he holds against her and the situation she got him in?
Lando musters up some sort of guard, distaste returning after its five month long hiatus, “Fine. I’ll let McLaren know. This works anyway. You served your purpose, got my reputation back to where it was before you came in and fucking destroyed it. You ruin everything, you know that, Y/n?”
She nods, cries intensifying at what she had been afraid of: his hatred for her returning after getting to know a side of him so tender.
“Got it, Lando.” She whispers, slinking past him and out of the building.
He watches her walk away, confused at how he had confessed his love for her and ended it by telling her she was destructive.
She isn’t. How could he say that?
How could he tell the one woman who had built him up that she had tore him down? How could he let frustrated anger replace the love he had for her?
How could he let her get away?
UPDATE: i posted part 2! Find it here.
A/N: TUMBLR GLITCHED OUT AND WAS CRACKING DOWN AT HOW LONG THIS WAS SO I WILL MAKE A PART TWO WITH A HAPPY ENDING I PROMISE
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Chapter 30 - Vettel Reincarnate
final gp y'all - I might cry..
Shoutout to that one reader who was asking about secret santa - this one is for you darling!
Not going to do a giant speech - you all will know when the last chapter comes out because I'm going to do a farewell little post before the chapter goes live ☺️
Please enjoy!
A red Santa hat sat on your head as you stood in front of some cameras. Your grin was wide as your hands held three neatly wrapped presents. Secret Santa had finally graced the paddock and you could tell that the air felt lighter. Or maybe it was a bit hot in the oversized Santa suit that you were in. 
Max had already won the championship this year, so there wasn’t any bad air between two drivers. You and Charles were very close, but it wasn’t a fierce rivalry as the press seemed to make it. One stink eye to him and apparently you hated the Monegasque with every fiber of your being. And the pictures of the two of you at family dinner? The two of you were secretly conspiring against the other the entire time. 
Jemma, as you learned the lady’s name, was walking over. 
“Are you ready to start?” she asked, looking over the cameras one more time. 
You flashed her another smile. “Ready as I’ll ever be.” 
The cameraman gave you the signal, letting you know that it was rolling. You took a deep breath before you started. 
“Hi everyone, and welcome to the 2024 Grid Secret Santa.” 
You paused as you looked down at the presents. 
“I guess I’ll start then?” 
The crew chuckled around you as you set two down on the little table. You were saving the biggest one for last. 
The first present was a medium box. You carefully unwrapped it, making sure not to tear the paper. You giggled as you went slowly. 
“Max hated it when I would not just rip and tear last year at Christmas. I wanted to save the wrapping paper.” 
Laughter erupted from the crew around you, making your smile grow wider. You were a sucker for people laughing at you trying to be funny. 
You finally got the last of the paper off. 
“Props to whoever wrapped these. It’s very well done.” 
You opened the box and immediately started laughing. The small crowd was questioning what was in the box. You pulled the item out, which earned more laughs. 
In your hand was yet another pair of Lightning McQueen with Charles’s signature on them. You gave the camera a look. 
“This is like the third pair that I have currently. Arthur got me a pair last year with Charles’s signature on them as well.” 
Jemma questioned, “Do you have any guesses?” 
You thought for a moment. 
“It cannot be Lando, he does not wrap gifts this well.” 
“I heard that!” 
Your head whipped around to see the McLaren driver walking by with Jon. You raised your hand in a wave. 
“It’s true though!” 
You turned your attention back to the camera. The smaller box was in your hand. You quickly opened it up and let out a small gasp. Your fingers gently picked up a charm bracelet and you held it up for the camera. 
“What’s on it?” 
You smiled as you looked at all the charms. 
“So there’s an Italian flag, some maracas, and some dice – I’m thinking that these are for my wins – Monza, Mexico, and Las Vegas. Then there’s a little Formula 1 car, oh, is that a tiny can of Red Bull?” 
You held the bracelet to your face. 
“It is! That’s so cute. Ok, so then there’s an 8 and then a 9, probably for my number. There’s a camera, a football, a longhorn. Oh, ok, I definitely know who this is from.” 
You positioned the little charm toward the camera. 
“It’s a little chili.” 
Your eyes welled up at the thoughtful gift. 
“You know who your secret Santa is then?” 
“I’ll wait to say until I open the last present. You said there’s a card in there right?” 
“Correct.”
You quickly picked up the last big box. This time, the box was already decorated so you didn’t need to unwrap it carefully. You threw your head back with laughter once you saw what was in the box. 
Your hands grabbed it and held it to the camera. A giant blanket was on display. On said blanket was a giant Max Verstappen in all his glory. You put it around your shoulders. 
“This is just beautiful.” 
You spun around, showing the blanket off. A familiar laugh erupted from behind the camera. 
“Did you put him up to this?” 
Max looked as though he got caught before he smirked. 
“I-I can neither confirm nor deny,” he managed to get out between the laughs. 
You pulled the blanket around you, nuzzling your face into the soft fabric. By now, a lot of the guys were watching. 
Jemma reigned everyone back in. 
“Ok, do you want to say who you think it is?” 
You smirked. 
“It’s Carlos.” 
The Spaniard flashed you a giant grin. You walked up to the Ferrari driver and gave him a hug. 
“Did Charles tell you that I already had a pair of the Crocs?” 
You felt his head shake and you huffed. 
“Charles!”
“That is my cue to leave. I’ll see you all on track.” 
A flash of red quickly passed by your face. 
“Yeah, you better run!” 
Everyone laughed as you gathered your things. However, you wanted to stay for the next person, since it was the person whose name you drew. 
You watched as Lando stared with wide eyes at the giant crate that was put down before him. And then you silently laughed as the man also put a smaller box on top. 
Carlos leaned down and whispered, “You don’t have anything to do with this chica?” 
You whispered back, “I have no clue what you are talking about.” 
Your shoulders started to shake as you watched the Briton open the crate. He huffed as he looked down. 
“What is it Lando?” Jemma asked. 
The McLaren driver pulled out one singular fruit. 
“It’s a crate full of papayas. This was definitely not in the budget. How the hell does someone just get a full crate of papayas?” 
“What’s in the smaller box?” 
Lando pulled out a singular piece of paper. 
He read it, “One free drive in any one of my cars and two admissions into any country clubs I want for a full week.” 
You watched as a look of realization crossed his face. A warm smile grew as he looked right at you. 
“This is Y/n. I know it.” 
“Correct.”
“Why in the hell did you get me a crate of papayas?” 
You shrugged behind the camera. 
“Because you always complain that I call the McLaren color orange.” 
Lando rolled his eyes but waved the makeshift coupon. 
“I will be driving your Apollo though.”  
You pretended to grimace. However, it turned into a smile. You knew that he was going to pick that car, so you didn’t even try to stop him by writing ‘any car except the apollo.’ He would have whined and whined until you let him do it anyway. You watched as they rolled the crate away, signaling that they were done filming in this area. 
“Did you read the card chica?” Carlos asked as he walked you back to your garage. 
You pulled the piece of paper from your pocket. 
It read: 
Dear Chica, 
When I heard that Checo was retiring, I was kind of hoping that I might have been able to get the Red Bull seat back. I knew that Ferrari would change things for 2025, and I knew that you were on their radar. (Also, Charles can’t keep a secret.) 
You giggled but kept reading. 
However, seeing you grow on the track this year made me realize how special you truly are. No one is lying when they say that you will be World Champion one day. I hope that I’m still on the grid to see it. 
No one knows, but I will be returning to the grid in 2025 for Audi. (Please keep it a secret unlike Charles – I didn’t tell him because then he would tell Pierre and Max, who would then tell the entire grid.) 
If you ever need to come eat spicy food, I’ll have the guest house ready for you in Spain. We’ll go to the beach and tan while Max and Charles burn like lobsters. Maybe this time I’ll be willing to play mermaids with you. 
You’re going to go far Chica. Keep driving fast and with your heart. It only goes up from here. 
Love, 
Carlos 
Your eyes were watering by the time that you finished reading. You turned and put your head on Carlos’s chest as his arms wrapped around you. Sniffled escaped as you squeezed into the hug. 
“You know, the press is going to think that I’m not conspiring with you on how to take Charles out of the race.” 
You felt Carlos shake as he laughed. You bid your goodbyes as you headed back to your garage. You quickly placed your gifts in your driver’s room before changing from the Santa suit into your fireproofs and race suit. Since you had only let a rookie drive your car once, you and Max were able to just hang out during FP1. 
“Ok, so who did you get and what did you give? And what did you get from who?” 
Max sighed, a smile on his face. 
“So, I picked Charles.” 
“Oh no.” 
Max’s smile turned into a smirk. 
“So I got him one of those Inchident shirts from Etsy or wherever. And then I signed the shirt and said it was for my biggest fan.”  
The Dutchman smiled as he heard your giggles. 
“And then I just got him a gift card to some restaurant back home. But he said he’s going to wear the shirt next time we play paddle. He said something about creating an Inchident 2.0.” 
“And who got you?” 
“Logan. The kid did well.” 
“Yeah?” 
Max jerked his head behind him. “He got me three cheesecakes from The Cheesecake Factory and then a football. He also got me a book of dad jokes, saying that since I call you kid, I need to up my dad-joke game.” 
Your eyes landed on the three boxes, the book, and the brown, egg-shaped ball. 
“Can I have some cheesecake after the race.” 
“No.” 
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y/n.nation the video was so cuteeeeee - I was so happy when Carlos picked her! And Max totally understood the assignment with Charles's gift
formulala_delulu the gifts this year was top tier! glad Charles didn't gift another calendar
maxverstappen1 I guess you're stuck with me kid
landonorris will you finally share this blanket?
y/n.89 maybe - depends on how I'm feeling.
charles_lecerlc when you get to an inchident competition but your opponent is a 27 year old Dutchman who can't let go of the past 👊😔
maxverstappen1 I mean...I'll take the shirt back then
charles_leclerc TOO BAD I'M ALREADY WEARING IT - GET YOUR OWN
y/n.89 chill shawty, no one wants the shirt anyway
box_box_express stoooppp I'm going to miss this grid!
y/n&co y/n is going to win - mark my words!
On Sunday, you were practically vibrating. Only a few points separated you and Charles. You needed to score higher than a P3 and needed fastest lap. 
However, Charles only needed a P3 and fastest lap to come out in second place. Qualifying was not in your favor as you were starting P9. Max and Charles vacated the first row. Standing by your car, they seemed so far away. 
Yet, as you sat in the seat, going over a few more details, you knew you could do it. 
“Final radio check kid for 2024.” 
“Mitch, I think it’s time.” 
“Time for what?” 
“An overtake masterclass.” 
“Right. Any song requests for the end?” 
You sighed as you looked around you. You knew that people were wanting a song from you, as you did after ever season closer. But this time, you really didn’t have a song that fit well. 
“Not this time Mitch.” 
“Ok. Lights out in 15 seconds.” 
You turned the radio off for the remainder of the time. You basked in the silence, finally welcoming it to think. 
The formation lap went well and no one ran into the barriers, letting everyone be able to line up to go. 
You watched as the lights started to count down. 
Five. 
Four. 
Three. 
Two. 
One.  
“And it’s lights out and away we go for the final time in 2024!” 
Your foot hit the throttle and off you went. Like always, your car felt alive. 
Woman and machine as one. 
“Now, Y/n L/n has to make her way back up to P3 while also trying to go for the fastest lap to be able to win the second place of the driver’s championship. We talked to her earlier and she said that she would be trying her hardest to also possibly get one more win for this season to complete her glorious rookie campaign.” 
“Yes, David, she has had the best rookie season since Lewis Hamilton. Even if she doesn’t win this race, she has blown his point record out of the water. She would tie him with wins during a rookie year, but she wouldn’t beat his place holder of second in the driver’s championship.” 
“And there she goes around the outside, getting by Oscar Piastri.” 
“Another overtake for L/n as she gets out ahead of Carlos Sainz in turn 3.” 
“It’s a double pass for the rookie on the straight. She is now in P5 as she gets around both Mercedes going into turn 1.” 
“I don’t know what classes she is taking, but this is a advanced one as she now overtakes Lando Norris.” 
“It’s P3 for L/n in 23 laps. Incredible! Truly an Overtake Master Class.”  
Your voice shook as you came on the radio. 
“I need to box. Something is wrong with the left tyre.” 
You had only been able to scrap back up to P3 when something felt off. 
Mitch responded quickly. “If you pit, this is the only one you get. Can you get to the end?” 
You knew that the one stop strategy might not work the best with the car for this circuit. You sighed, mulling over your options. 
If you did mediums, the tyre degradation might be too severe to even be on the podium. But, the hards would take forever to warm up. 
“Box, box.” 
“Looks like L/n is boxing early. Is Red Bull undercutting their team?” 
“What the hell is wrong?” Max voiced over his radio. Where they undercutting him? 
GP responded. “Something wrong with her front tyre. The nuts weren’t in enough and she would have had a major accident if we hadn’t boxed her. She will come out in P2, so you will hold the position.” 
The Dutchman sighed in relief. You’d be safer if they did undercut him. 
“Ok.” 
“Copy Max. Let’s just try to bring it home.” 
With the early pit stop and a fresh set of hard tyres, you were back out in P2, just able to get by Charles. 
The rest of the race, you sat back and fought as hard as you could. Only 30 more laps to go. When your tyres finally heated up, you were slowly gaining on Max. Before he or you knew it, you were now fighting for first place. 
“Ok, Max, it’s a free for all. Just don’t take each other out please.” 
“Copy GP.”
“Y/n, we’re letting you and Max fight it out. He is not pitting again. Keep it safe and bring it home.” 
“Who has fastest lap currently?”
“Leclerc.”
“Shit. Ok. What should I go for Mitch?” 
“What matters most to you?” 
An answer from your radio never came. 
“L/n and Verstappen have been given the green flag to just race. We are seeing two of the best of this generation fight it out at the last circuit.” 
“And that is a lock up from Verstappen! Does he get the lead back? Yes he does. He maintains the lead in front of his teammate.” 
“L/n is going to try to go around the outside, and she gets the lead going into turn 4, but loses it coming out of it.” 
“The rookie and the World Champion, what a duo these two have been.” 
“Fastest lap?” 
“You currently have it.” 
“Right on.” 
“And we are down to the final lap of the race. Will L/n be able to get a lead on her teammate and be able to keep it? That is what it is down to. We have seen these two brilliant drivers dance with each other, but L/n has not been able to keep a lead going out of a turn.” 
“You know who she reminds me of David? Sebastian Vettel. It’s the hunger and the passion for the sport.” 
“I absolutely agree with you. Vettel was a four time world champion. If she is anything like him, she will be world champion before we know it. Her driving style is so close to his, it’s like see him back in his Red Bull glory days. Truly unbelievable.”  
“MAX VERSTAPPEN GOES WIDE AND THROUGH GOES L/N TAKING THE LEAD AND SHE IS RUNNING WITH IT!” 
“L/N WINS HER FOURTH RACE OF THE SEASON IN ABU DHABI. Ending a perfect rookie year on a high!” 
You sighed as you crossed the line in P1. 
“Fastest lap Mitch?” 
Please, oh please. 
“Sorry kid. Leclerc got you in the last sector.” 
A frown wanted to grow on your face, yet you didn’t let it. You were a three time race winner and you wouldn’t let that be ruined. Your head turned as you saw Max pull up near you. You gave him a wave that was reciprocated. 
You watched as his finger went in a little circle and you nodded in agreement. A red car was now in your mirrors. You stuck your hand out the halo to give Charles the signal that the Dutchman gave you to. You saw as he stuck a thumbs up as well. 
Once the cars were in position, you took the lead for the burnouts. Laughter erupted from your throat as you spun your car. Above, fireworks went off in the sky. As your burn out ended, you pulled into the P1 spot. 
You quickly got out of the car and fell on your knees. Your helmet lowered to the ground as you put your hands on the tyres in a mock bow. You leaned back and just sat for a moment. Your visor was still down as you took it all in. You hit the pavement before getting back on your feet. 
Yet, it didn’t take long for Max to barrel into you. You almost fell over, but he kept you up. You were starting to jump up and down in excitement. 
“You did so well Geitje! So fucking proud of you. That was such good racing!” 
“I thought you had me! Like we were all vroom, and then you locked up, but kept it, and then I was all like ‘Waahhhhh’, and I saw you went wide and I was like, I’m going to get him,” you kept rambling to him as the two of you got weighed and then went to get interviewed. You stopped Charles on his way, though, when he passed to go to the cool down room.
“Charlie! I thought I had you!” 
A laugh escaped the Monegasque as he brought you in for a hug. You just leaned into him and sighed in content. You felt Charles put his head down against yours. His hands were tightly wound around your shoulders while yours were around his waist. 
“You did good Gosse, you did good. I am so proud of you.” 
You pouted against him. “But I couldn’t get second.” 
Charles removed you and put you at arm’s length. 
“Y/n, you cannot even begin to fathom what you’ve done this season. As a rookie, you have beaten a four-time world champion. You’ve beaten Ferrari. You’ve beaten everyone’s expectations. You’ve done it all, and that should be something to be proud of. And if you’re worried about a placing, you just confirmed that Red Bull won the constructors championship.” 
Your eyes lit up by that, and you brought Charles back into a quick hug before going to the interview. A smile grew on your face as you saw Arthur standing with a very sweet smile of his own. The younger Monegasque loved to see you getting along with his brother. It was only solidifying that he made the right choice with you. 
He watched you walk up to him as you took a microphone. 
“Y/n, that was some racing! Starting from all the way from P9 and making your way up to a race win. How are you feeling?” 
You exhaled before answering. 
“Well, you know, it was exhilarating. I would have been happy with P3, but then my left tyre wasn’t doing too well, so I had to box early. I think that’s what was able to position me just right to get a placement on Max.” 
Arthur smiled. “So, in terms of a rookie year, you have had one of the best campaigns since Lewis Hamilton. How do you feel to know that you have broken so many records?” 
“Well Arthur, it feels great. I just really wanted to prove that I could do this and show people that Red Bull made the right choice with me.” 
“One last thing. I was hearing Crofty on the livestream and he was making some connections between you and Sebastian Vettel. I’ve also seen many videos calling you a Vettel Reincarnate. Thoughts on that?” 
Your eyebrows pinched. 
“Well, Seb isn’t dead, so I don’t know how I could be his reincarnation.” 
The two of you laughed at that. 
“But I am honored to be compared to one of the greats. I know that people always compare drivers, but I really am proud to know Sebastian personally and to be great at driving to the point that people want to say that I remind them of him.” 
The interview was wrapped up after that. Since you took a little more time, you weren’t able to get to the cool down room. Thankfully, Max had a water bottle or two for you when you got to the podium. 
You guzzled one down as you watched Charles and Max walk out. You were able to follow them, but someone tapped you on the back. It was a man holding your nation’s flag. 
“I know that this celebration is normally reserved for World Champions, but we thought you’d like this.” 
You took the flag without hesitation and wrapped it around your shoulders. You stood proud with it as your anthem rang out. 
The two male drivers watched as you hummed along to the anthem, swaying back and forth. The flag almost fell as you raised the trophy, yet, you held the trophy with one hand and then flag in your other. 
As Charles and Max were spraying you with champagne, your mind began to wander. You’d be on this top step at some point. But that time, it would be as world champion. 
The champagne seemed to freeze in the air as you took everything in. You finally felt as though you could breathe easy. You had made it. You had a contract renewal coming way before your contract would even expire. You had your family here with you. 
Everything was perfect. 
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y/n.nation SO THAT'S IT???? WHY AM I CRYING 😭
box_box_express thankful to have been here since the beginning. y/n deserves everything that she has done and more
y/n.89 FANS ARE CRYING - I'M CRYING - WHY IS THIS ENDING???
maxverstappen1 there's next season? 🤨
y/n.89 OH YEAHHHHHHHH
maxverstappen1 this kid I swear
formula1_4ever this season was phenomenal - the amount of racing that we got to see and multiple drivers winning, I'd go back to rewatch it all again
wholesomef1 tell me why this season is going to go down in history
rookie&co while I'm sad for winter break - I'm gearing up for next year!
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y/n.89 wow, there were just so many moments this season that had me in a loop, so - here are some pictures from my favorites album 1. the first time I truly witnesses Lestappen in all it's glory 2. me and thur when he visited my apartment in the UK 3. for the Charlie girlies - looking ethereal in Vegas 4. my first podium in Abu Dhabi!! 5. for the Oscar girlies - (he was looking at lando) 6. Lewis and my son 7. Logan when he had to come find me after getting lost in the trains 8. my parents trying raising canes for the first time 9. this glorious picture of me from VEGAS 10. my boyfriend looking SCRUMDILLYICIOUS (hard launch who?) 11. George in Mexico after I gave him a sombrero 12. Lando wanting to punch me after I gave him a crate of papayas
thank you 2024 season - you will be one I never forget!!
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y/n.nation this was so sweet 🥺
landonorris did me dirty bug
y/n.89 it's what you get
lewishamilton your son? 🤨
y/n.89 yes, my son
maxverstappen1 when did you take the first picture??
y/n.89 vegas 2023 - you look so in love maximillian
charles_leclerc awwww you do 🥰
maxverstappen1 gag.
box_box_express stop stop stop all of these are so cute
fanof_1681 Charles/Oscar girlies we rise
alex_albon why that picture?? I know you had like 5 others
y/n.89 cause lily looked the best in that one - duh
rookie&co I guess this means I have to change my username :(
formulala_delulu oh to just go back in time and rewatch the entire season again for the first time
It took a while to get back to your drivers room. You took just a minute to just feel. Feel the trophy, feel the champagne in your suit, feel the emotions. You didn't bother to sit on the little bed, so you were on the floor leaning against the couch.
You let your mind wander.
In reality, you were thankful for your past. Arthur, Vito, Stella back at Dams, maybe even your parents. It’s because they all pushed you to be the best. 
But you’d continue to show them how truly great you were. You’d put your name in the hall of fame if it was the last thing you did. 
As you looked at the pictures in your room, your eyes landed on one., You were bunched in with Max, Charles, and Mitch at Vegas. Just looking at it gave you shivers as you thought of what was to come. However, right now, you could only wait for the future. A future full of championships and families. Deep down, you second guessed yourself, wondering if it ever would come true.
But it’d come true. You knew it would. 
World Champion. 
Because, for all it is, it's just wishful thinking. 
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marlenesluv · 7 months
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Keep It Private. Part 2. (DR)
summary: just some more of you and daniel not being able to keep it in your pants on instagram
warnings: suggestive content
note: i wasn’t gonna make a part 2, but my posts have been getting a lot of love (thank you sm) and you guys seemed to rly like this one! <3 (still trying to reply to comments, but j know i see them all!)
masterlist here -> masterlist link
^ check my list for part 1! ^
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danielricciardo: big win today in the australian grand prix race. thank you to my team, my fans, my friends, family, and pit crew. but i couldn’t have done it without my wife @y/n.ricciardo. i will be giving you so many orgasms later, and many reasons to have you not stand straight. i love you, my lucky charm❤️
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oscarpiastri: omg daniel, seriously?
|> danielricciardo: yeah😊
f1fanpage: do i say that they are cute? or disgusting for the pda?….
wagsoff1: congratulations, daniel!!
|> y/nanddanfp: you’re skipping over the whole last part…?
|> wagsoff1: trying to pretend i didn’t read it
maxverstappen1: congratulations, daniel!!
|> danielricciardo: thank you! 😁
y/n.ricciardo: daniel omg my mom follows you now😳
|> danielricciardo: i blocked her, she follows my family one though. its okay😊
|> y/n.ricciardo: oh okay. i love youuu
|> danielricciardo: i love you tooo❤️
|> landonorris: it’s almost like you guys don’t have messages to say this to each other?
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y/n.ricciardo: workout or workout..?🤭
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francisca.cgomes: you look stunning!💓🫶
|> y/n.ricciardo: thank you kika🥹🫶
f1wags: GOOD LORD THE CAPTION Y/N
danielricciardo: i prefer the second one
|> y/n.ricciardo: what a coincidence! me too!!
|> danielricciardo: im coming home so we can workout rn
|> y/n.ricciardo: YAY
f1updates: you GUYS😳
georgerussell63: the only couple i know without a filter
|> carmenmmundt: they make it work, they’re hot
|> y/n.ricciardo: ily carmen
|> carmenmmundt: ily too babe
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Daniels BeReal (friends/grid only):
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Caption: How mad would she be if i ate her out even tho she’s working?
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Lando Norris -> dude….
Charles Leclerc -> on the plane??
|> Daniel Ricciardo -> yeah? so?
|> Charles Leclerc -> seems a bit unsanitary
Carlos Sainz -> what the fuck
Pierre Gasly -> get it, daniel!
|> Daniel Ricciardo -> pierreeeeee
Max Verstappen -> i’m not sure what to say.
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y/n.ricciardo: congratulations, baby. p1 in australia, our beautiful home country. couldn’t have asked for a better way to celebrate your win ❤️
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lilymhe: such an adorable couple, congrats daniel!
|> pierregasly: congratulations, daniel !!!
|> danielricciardo: thank you lily, and thank you pierre! congrats on p2 my man
|> pierregasly: YEAHHHH thanks daniel 🙏
f1wags: my couple goals and inspo
danielricciardo: the real win was making you my wife ❤️
|> y/n.ricciardo: damn straight it was
|> danielricciardo: excuse me? you’re gonna regret that miss
|> y/n.ricciardo: WAIT JK JK
|> danielricciardo: mhmm
formula1updates: congratulations on p1, daniel!!!
y/n.fans: parents are slaying tonight
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danielricciardo: happy anniversary to the love of my life, my partner, and my favorite person in the world. i don’t know how i would live without you. i love you, and i cant wait to spend the rest of our lives together❤️
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charles_leclerc: happy anniversary, guys!
|> danielricciardo: thank you, charles!
fanpage.f1: awwwww, happy anniversary🥹
landonorris: happy anniversary, mom and dad☺️
|> y/n.ricciardo: lando🙃🙃
|> danielricciardo: don’t give her baby fever
|> y/n.ricciardo: too late
|> danielricciardo: wanna make one?
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georgerussell63: happy anniversary, you two!
|> danielricciardo: thank you!
f1fan: i cant believe you guys have been together for four years already
|> wagsof.f1: four married and eight total with their dating 🥹🥹
y/n.ricciardo: i love you so much❤️❤️
|> danielricciardo: i love you so much too❤️❤️
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y/n.ricciardo: four years ago, you proposed to me while we were at dinner with your friends…translation: four years ago, you made me the happiest, luckiest, and the most loved person in the universe. i cant believe that i’m able to say you’re mine. and now i present my lockscreen for these past four years. i love you more than words can explain, my love❤️
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pierregasly: i remember that
|> maxverstappen1: yeah, never thought he would propose
|> carlossainz55: it did take him a while
y/nsfans: the lockscreen picture🥹 we finally know what it is. i can now live in peace
wagsf1: you guys don’t get it, im obsessed with this couple
lilymhe: congratulations!! you guys are perfect for each other💓
|> y/n.ricciardo: thank you, lily🥹💓
danielricciardo: i love you so much, thank you for sticking by my side
|> y/n.ricciardo: 🥹🥹🥹
|> danielricciardo: don’t cry, we haven’t had sex yet you can’t cry
|> oscarpiastri: they can’t even stop on anniversary pictures
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(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)
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lewisvinga · 2 months
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star couple | jude bellingham x fem! mclaren f1 driver! reader
summary; the current golden boy of real madrid dating the princess of the paddock has the internet going crazy
fc; jihoon kim
warnings; ? suggestive comment i think maybe cursing i dont rlly know lol
taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1
note; requested ! i wish real madrid admins and social media managers were as funny and entertaining as f1 🕊️ but alas, they are a serious institution 🕊️🕊️
masterlist !
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yourusername: little date night ft almave , tysm lewishamilton 💫🫶
tagged; almave
username: WHAT ??? night
username: she’s dating someone ? 😀😀😀
username: mother is slaying this winter break
username: the outfit EATSSS
username: wdym ur on a date i wasn’t there ?? 🤣🤣
lewishamilton: glad you enjoyed! let me know if you guys need more 😁
yourusername: oh WE LOVED, he definitely did too and is already demanding more!
username: HE?????
username: why is jude bellingham in my gf’s likes….. he needs to focus on getting that pichichi🙄🙄🙄
username: why did jude bellingham like lol
username: guys what if jude and y/n are dating ..
username: LMFAOO😂😂🤣🤣
landonorris: tell him i say hi
yourusername: no u stink ( he says hi back )
mclaren: y/n slaying as always 😎
yourusername: why thank u admin
judebellingham uploaded to his story !
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[caption 1; fuck it, hard launch because i love my girl so matcha] [caption 2; 😍😍]
yourusername replied to your story !
yourusername fuck it i wanna hard launch too
yourusername the girlies ( lando ) are gonna go crazyyy
judebellingham screw soft launches i wanna show u off 🕊️🕊️
judebellingham are u on ur way tho
yourusername mina n i are nearrrrrr w fede jr and fede jr jr
judebellingham love those kids
judebellingham how abt a bellingham jr???
yourusername i love u babe but we’re barley adults ourselves …. we’re barley 20😀
judebellingham who says we can’t be going parents 😒😒😒
yourusername our careers !!
yourusername uploaded to their story !
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[caption 1; omw to support my favorite boy🤍] [caption 2; the face of a man who scored a brace today and is todays ucl motm 🤭]
landonorris replied to your story !
landonorris gross
yourusername stfu ur jealous
landonorris don’t u have a game to watch
yourusername don’t u have a race to win 🤓🤓
landonorris YOU DIDNT WIN ALL LAST SEASON EITHER
yourusername red bull and max verstappen dominance 😞 fortunately i do love a team that wins the most championships tho🤭
landonorris can u get me a signed jersey plzzzz
yourusername maybe if u behave liked by landonorris !
judebellingham replied to your story !
judebellingham have you seen twitter yet🤣
yourusername omg no
judebellingham everyone’s shocked 🥸 why are they shocked that i pulled you😞
yourusername: idk babe, maybe bc i’m a cool f1 driver n ur not🤓🤓
judebellingham ok but i play for real madrid ??
yourusername white is such a good color on u btw lando wants a signed jersey
judebellingham on it 🫡🫡
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yourusername: little madrid photo dump ft the ucl motm😁😁🤍
tagged; judebellingham
judebellingham: did u see me score for u, my star girl, they were for u☺️☺️😊🌹🌹
yourusername: yes i did see my starboy 🤍🤍
username: starboy n stargirl = star couple 😫
username: he’s fine asf tho icl
username: HE SCORED A BRACE FOR HER😫😫
username: now she gotta win a race for him
username: yeah but max🥸
vinijr: wow and i didn’t make the photo dump?😒
camavinga: it’s like that w them 🙄
rodrygogoes:🙄🙄
yourusername: next time i promise 😞
judebellingham: drama queens, all of you !
aurelientchm: leave him out next photo dump camavinga
username: the players interacting w her is so😭😭
username: the denim lv bag is everything tbh
landonorris: tysm for the signed jersey 😁judebellingham
judebellingham: anything for y/n’s friends 🫡
yourusername: lando is NOT my friend
landonorris: she’s a liar we r bffs😒
mclaren: stargirl and starboy of the paddock and the field !🤩🧡🤍 liked by yourusername and judebellingham !
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cieloclercs · 9 months
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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a social media fic with nando where his gf/fiancé/wife comes to the paddock for the first time after they had their second child? And like the photographers are all oveeeer reader cuz of the cuteness and the other drivers are just soo happy nando found his person and started a family and just overload cuteness from the media and the fans and stuff like that 😊(ps: can you make the reader 10-12 years younger than alonso? I’m a sucker for a good age gap!) btw, looooove your writing and smau’s!! Have a good day 🫶🏻
-🦕
home is where the heart is — fernando alonso
genre. social media au pairing. fernando alonso x reader warnings. swearing
author’s note. hello anon! i wasn’t entirely sure if you meant first time after having their second child or first time ever, but i’ve gone with the latter so i hope you like it! also there isn’t a direct reference to the age gap in here sorry :( you can still imagine it that way though because that was my thought process when i was making this <3
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f1wags Fernando Alonso and his longtime girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N spotted in the paddock for the first time! Y/N has just given birth to their second child, María! What an adorable family 😍
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username you’re telling me i’ve been waiting to meet the mystery that is Y/N for YEARS and then she turns up with TWO WHOLE CHILDREN IM GOING TO IMPLODE
username i can’t believe the mystery girlfriend nando’s been hoarding is THIS HOT
username he knows we’ll fight him for her 🤭
username what the FUCK
username two kids?? daddy alonso’s been busy 😳
username STOP 😭😭
username he’s officially a dilf now 🥳🥳🥳
username carmen and maría are so cuteeee 🥹🥹
username i knowwww 😭 and girl dad nando is SERVING
username look at how he’s got carmen on his shoulders AHHH 🦋🦋🦋
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fernandoalo_oficial Home race week with mis ángeles ❤️ So glad to have my three greatest loves with me for this special race. Y/N, Carmen y María, os quiero a todos más de lo que puedo decir 💗 / I love you all more than I can ever say. See you in Canada!
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username i was NOT prepared to cry today
username stop because this is SO SIGNIFICANT as well?? like before y/n fernando was single for so long and now he’s finally found his person 🥹🥹🥹 i’m not crying u are
username i’m pretty sure ur crying
username don’t EXPOSE me
lancestroll it was so lovely to see y/n and the girls! hope you bring them to the paddock again soon 🤍
yourusername i think carmen would throw a fit of we didn’t 😅 how does canada sound?
lancestroll see you there! 😁
fernandoalo_oficial Do I get a say in this?
yourusername the girls will miss you if you go without us 🥲
fernandoalo_oficial Just the girls? 🤨
yourusername ok maybe i’ll miss you too 😉
username not y/n and nando flirting on main 🫣
lewishamilton So happy for you mate ❤️ Give Y/N and the girls my love x
*fernandoalo_oficial and yourusername liked this comment
fernandoalo_oficial ❤️
carlossainz55 the most beautiful couple 🤍 me alegro mucho por vosotros / so happy for you guys
yourusername gracias carlos ☺️ come visit soon, carmen and maría miss their favourite uncle!
carlossainz55 on my way as we speak
landonorris favourite uncle? am i a joke to you?
maxverstappen1 excuse me i think that title belongs to me 🤨
lancestroll not a chance. i’m their favourite
yourusername boys there’s no need to fight! you can share the title 😌
fernandoalo_oficial Lando is their favourite
landonorris HAHAHHA SUCK ON THAT
username nando really said fuck it let’s cause some chaos 😭
maxverstappen1 beyond happy for you guys (even though i should be the girls’ favourite uncle)
fernandoalo_oficial Keep dreaming, Max!
username yeah you’ve already won enough titles, let the others have this one!
*yourusername liked this comment
username i still want to know how they kept this secret for so long 😭
landonorris i deserve a medal for not telling anyone tbh.
username PHAHAHHA LANDO
astonmartinf1 We’ll be seeing the full Alonso family around our garage again soon, hopefully? 👀
yourusername keep my boyfriend’s car fighting for podiums and then we’ll talk!
username SHE’S JUST LIKE ME FR
username iconic.
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formulaa-1 · 1 year
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instagram au🛞 L.N
red bull! driver!reader x lando norris
paddocks best couple<3
y/nusername
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y/nusername: okay but who do you think won the race? cos it for sure wasn’t lando with his tractor speed😬
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landonorris: seriously?
y/nusername: you love me really;)
landonorris: …do i?
y/nusername: your sleeping on the sofa tonight.
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user2: oh y/n won for sure
mv33_y/n: 😭😭you didn’t have to do him dirty w the tractor speed ajajajajaj
landonorris’s story
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f1teaa: y/n and lando both posted these on their stories! looks like they’re travelling to the Australian Grand Prix together! couple goals or what?! 🧡💙
tagged: y/nusername and landonorris
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hamiltongurl44: PRAYING 🙏🏼 FOR MORE PADDOCK COUPLE CONTENT.
fan26: me and u both bestie
user23: remember when y/n was being interviewed and lando just kept popping up in the background and making sure she was okay the whole time ???? SO CUTE🥹
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norrisnutz_y/n/n: them travelling together is just so cute and the fact they actually post eachother and stuff is just 🧑‍🍳 💋
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lando.jpg: only one of these were taken by me🤠🤠🤠also…I’m not quite sure what y/n was doing in the first one👀
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y/nusername: tbh I don’t really remember either…maybe I was cold?🤷🏼‍♀️
lando.jpg: so you squashed yourself between the tyres and a wall…
y/nusername: go away back to your own garage
fan262: they literally sound like kids fighting over toys😭😭😭
redbullracing: intresting way of warming the tyres up…but I like it!
liked by y/nusername and lando.jpg
user1: LOVE. how all of his .jpg account is just filled with y/n🥲🫶🏼
y/nusername
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y/nusername: AUSTRALIA DUMP!!!!! also pierre says his photo dumps are the best, I beg to differ🤷🏼‍♀️
tagged: landonorris
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landonorris: Y/N NO NOT THAT PICTURE, also I’m obsessed with u😍
y/nusername: what photo?☺️…control yourself dude <3
landonorris: DUDE??????
y/nusername: lol
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norizz_y/n.fp: I’m howling at their comments😭
pierregasly: mine are better y/n 😬
y/nusernames: lies have been told
y/nluver: STOP SHES SO HOT AJAJAJDJDJ BI PANIC OVER THE SECOND PIC HOLY😍😍
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Authors note: been a while since Iv actually done a none-requested au, really enjoyed writing this and finished it in one go ,,took an hour but worth it!for once I’m actually okay with it lol!🫶🏼I hope your all okay! dms are always open if anyone’s very struggling and needs someone to talk to❤️ also…ITS RACE WEEKEND!🛞🏁🏎️
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folkloresthings · 9 months
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NORTHANGER ABBEY — send a muse + your favourite trope and i’ll write a drabble/blurb.
Oscar Piastri 🥵🧡
With highschool sweetheart trope
Please and thank you ☺️☺️🫶🏻
FOR FOREVER. ❨ oscar piastri x reader ❩
on your first day of high school, you had been seated next to a floppy haired, awkward looking boy called oscar. for a few weeks, neither of you spoke to each other. then, he asked about a homework assignment and you helped him out. it wasn’t until junior year that he finally asked you out, despite pining over you for two years. since then, you’d been inseparable.
your camera roll history was filled with the timeline of your relationship. study dates, prom night, graduation, his formula two podiums, his first day in formula one, every time he flew out to visit you.
you’d fallen in love when you were both seventeen years old, and you’d been together ever since. twenty—one now and still head over heels. you’d been with oscar from the start of his career, but being so far apart from each other made it difficult. you persevered, as much a you could, but you couldn’t help but feel like you were missing out on a little piece of his life.
oscar’s birthday had fallen right in the middle of the racing season, and just in time for the australian grand prix. he was home to celebrate with you and everyone that he loved. able to sleep in your arms every night for a whole week, back where everything began.
like always, his mother was throwing a backyard birthday party for all of the family and friends — even all of the drivers. you had put on oscar’s favourite dress of yours and baked him the cake that he loved. he hadn’t been able to leave you alone all afternoon, his hand glued to your waist, showing you off to everyone he could.
“guys, can i get your attention for a second?”
oscar’s voice pulls you away from lando’s fourth story about your boyfriend, everyone looking to where he stands at the top of the garden. charles passes you the drink he’d left to get you a while ago, sitting on the deckchair next to you.
“i just wanted to thank you all really quickly for coming,” oscar smiles, his mum standing next to him. you can tell she’s made him make this speech, the sheepishness in his eyes making you stifle a giggle. “and to my mum, for putting all of this together. i’m so glad i get to bring all the parts of my life together.”
he goes on a little longer, something about work and being home, and you can’t take your eyes off of him. he looks adorable, back in the australian sun with a birthday badge pinned to his shirt (his little cousin’s doing). oscar’s eyes find yours in the small crowd and he softens, heart swelling.
“and i have to give special thanks to my darling y/n,” oscar raises his glass towards you. any awkwardness is gone from his speech—giving, completely relaxed when it’s you he’s looking at. all eyes turn to you then, but you barely notice. oscar is all you see, every moment of every day.
“she’s put up with me for almost five years, and i couldn’t be more grateful. and she’s going to hate me for pointing her out like this — but, baby, i love you. you’ve been my rock, my heart, my biggest support through everything. even my weird, spotty, puberty stage. thank you, truly. i can’t wait to spend another year with you by my side.”
everybody’s clapping and you can feel your eyes stinging with tears, but you don’t care. your feet carry you across the garden, pressing your lips softly to his. it gains a few jests from the drivers, but you’re too busy smiling up at your lover.
“happy birthday, sweetheart.”
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vroomvroomsposts · 5 months
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Here’s a short sneak peek of a sad Carlos fic I started writing after Las Vegas.
It’s called “There it is again (that funny feeling)” the name might change.
It’s a multi chapter fic coming soon to a website (ao3) near you. It’s Carlando and it’s angsty.
Let me know how you guys feel about this and I’ll try to finish the first chapter (it’s almost done) and post it asap. ☺️
He’s standing in the pouring rain.
That’s how Oscar finds him. It had been a few hours since the race, and everything had come to an end. McLaren's race debrief had just ended thirty minutes ago, and everyone was preparing to return to the hotel; some of the crew had already begun disassembling the hospitality and packing it to send it to the next track. Oscar tries to ignore him and go his own way, but something tells him not to, so he walks over to him and shelters him from the rain with his umbrella.
When the rain stops suddenly, Carlos looks up, first at the umbrella, then at Oscar, surprised.
"You know you get sick standing in the rain. We still have one more race to go.” Oscar says, awkwardly smiling.
“Hello, Oscar. Sorry about the race and the crash.”
"It wasn't your fault. We both were on the unlucky side of that Haas car.”
"Hmm," Carlos says with a nod.
"So, what are you doing out here in the rain?"
"How is everything at McLaren? Are they treating you well?" Carlos avoids answering Oscar's question by asking him one of his own.
Something feels off, but Oscar can’t figure out what yet he still answers, “Yeah. They’re good. They are very nice people. I am lucky to drive for them.”
"Good, good. You’re a good kid, Oscar. And a good driver. Don’t let anyone get you down, okay?”
"Thank you," Oscar says, but something is gnawing at the back of his mind. He has a strange feeling that something is going to happen. “Are you okay, Carlos? Were you waiting for Lando?” Oscar gestures vaguely towards the motorhomes, saying, "I think he is still at the motorhome. Do you want me to go get him?”
“No. No. I’ll see him later at the hotel. Is he being a good teammate to you?”
“He is. But I believe you two were the better teammates. You two worked well.”
“Yeah. We did.” Carlos smiles wistfully, lost in some memory.
The rain has finally stopped. Carlos looks at Oscar and steps out from under the umbrella so that Oscar can close it.
“Thanks for the umbrella, Oscar. It has been a pleasure racing alongside you. You are doing fantastic. You will be amazing again next season as well."
“Thank you, and it has been fun racing you too. We’ve still got plenty more races to do.”
Carlos just smiles at him. He looks sombre, as if he found the answer to the thing he was looking for.
“Goodbye, Oscar. Take care of yourself and Lando. He’ll need someone there.”
"You, too. I’ll see you in Abu Dhabi.”
Carlos turns and walks away. Oscar watches him go, and Carlos becomes smaller and smaller as he walks further away. But something Carlos said sticks with him. Lando will need someone there.
Why would Lando need someone there? There where? Or is it there when? Maybe it's nothing. Maybe he meant to have someone in McLaren. He has an odd feeling about this.
Or perhaps Oscar is overthinking something simple.
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It is not until he boards the plane to Abu Dhabi for the season's final race a week later that the strange feeling becomes clear.
That’s a thing with gut feelings; they will always be answered, whether you want them to or not. It comes unannounced, stays, and stalks you, and then it is answered, and you are left with the answer, unsure of what to do with it. Oh, how Oscar wishes this particular gut feeling wasn’t answered. Especially with this answer.
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dilemmaontwolegs · 5 months
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Lando one shot and Not a Verstappen in one day. What did we do to deserve such a gift?
I’m kinda afraid that their pull out game wasn’t too good, maybe we have Leclerc-Norris on the way. It would be so fun, it’s august so she could finish the season and then find out she’s pregnant. Then take one season off and she’s back in shape for the next. Ohhh maybe one of the boys could take that season off to take care of the baby and support other two partners.
Also, I just discovered that you post your work on ao3. That’s such a good news, I can download your work to re-read while traveling and without internet.
Thank you so much, for sharing your work with us ☺️☺️
It was a quiet day at work so we are winning!! I love ao3 for the downloading feature, it’s saved me from dozens of boring trips 💕
🤐 Those two tried their best and that’s what matters 🍆💦
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sebscore · 1 year
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yk those edits on tiktok that go to the song someone to stay? out of everyone on the grid who do u think would be edited to this with gzd? or do u think gzd has a best friend from her childhood/from her home (im not trying to open that chaos again tho bestie dw) that she’s known forever? i imagine that if she did have a friend like that theyd definitely be a way of keeping gzd grounded and always letting her feel a sense of home whenever she’s homesick (i’m sorry i went on a rant i’ve been thinking abt this for a long time lmao)
also im so sorry if this makes zero sense 😭😭
-🐢 anon
I actually wasn’t aware of this trend so I looked it up and omg it’s so cute ?? ☺️
I do think she has a bestie from childhood that she’s very close to and that they’re almost like sisters practically (very joris and charles coded) ! but yeah, I don’t want to open a whole debate again cause I can’t handle that atm 💀
if it’s with one of the drivers, the trend would probs be done most often with mick, lando or even seb ! she’s known the three of them probs the longest and there are a bunch of pics so I’d imagine fans making edits for them the most!
it makes total sense, I love it!! 💜💙
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f0point5 · 6 months
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Hey Montbouilliard meet me in the car park to catch these hands -
I know in my soul he’s to blame for this and you know what if he wasn’t there it would’ve been max-lando-oscar (I’m delusional ☺️)
Someone tell Christian to kick that guy out to paddock fr
Don’t even allow him in the energy station. He needs to go sit in general hospitality or something and they should sage RB from his bad energy. Got some holy water and an exorcist. What in the hell did he bring to this paddock it’s like the Conjuring VI ✝️
How did this happennnnnnnn
Jos knew. Jos sensed it
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adrena-dine · 2 years
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Monaco GP 2022 : a summary
Not the drivers doing a field day at the festival of Cannes
Charles said « race orders ? We don’t do that here »
Pierre is a suit made me weak 👉🏼👈🏼
Max and Checo catching ducks in a pool ? Monaco’s atmosphere isn’t the same as it was
Ferrari’s TikTok account has turned into a Charles’ thirst trap one 😳 we must stay focus brothers we must stay focus
valtteri and Lewis are another level of relationships with your former teammate. Exchanging helmets ? Boring 🙄 offering nudes ? Innovating and appreciated
The fact that Lewis is going to have a pic of Bottass in his living room is sending me
Seb explaining how did run after robbers. This man is a legend fr
Mercedes having some beef with the fia and hiding their stickers on the car. I’m living for this sassy behaviour 💅🏼💅🏼💅🏼
Lando joking about his own poor health 🥴
Charles still doing his lil pee pee break whenever he can during FP (he stopped peeing in bushes tho)
Mattia holding on his bike for his dear life bc he was scared for him, protective dad mode was on
Yukierre is still in its honeymoon phase and it making me go hihihihihi
Nah Yuki trying to break into Pierre’s room several room ??? They’re not even hiding anymore
Brocedes sharing an elevator, funny innit ?
Amazing helmets 😍
Charles’ awful pants, even him didn’t like it 🤠
Alex sharing where the drivers live in Monaco, that’s dangerous sir 😭
Mess in quali, as expected
Daniel crashing and his engineer asking about the car first 🤪 everything is going well between and his team I’m so happy 🥰🥰🥰
Max checking on him tho 🥲 if your engineer doesn’t do it, your bestie will ❤️
But my boi Andreas said the crash wasn’t his fault bc the engineers messed up his setup. Do they think he can be like an experiment for them ?
Lewis casually saying that if he was a random fan, he would be a Charles’ stan. He’s one of us, one of us 🫡
Red flag for nothing in quali ???? Anyway Pierre got ROBBED
Charles leclerc is the king of Monaco, is the cursed over ? He even slept better than previous years
Boy was doing the quali lap of his time
Stroll’s scream ✋🏼😭
Max being mad af about not finishing his car then going to congratulate Charles like 🥰🥰🥰 and then being mad af again
Checo decided to say « hello 😘 » to the wall and Carlos decided to say « hello 😘 » to Checo. We love besties
Hamilton car sliding as he was driving on Ice
Josh Capito casually taking pictures of the underbody of a Ferrari 🤨 that’s weird, that’s suspicious
Mick looking out for Seb during drivers parade 🥺
Delayed start for a little bit of rain
And then it was pouring 😬😬😬
haas’ twitter admin was on fire again 🤪
One hour of delay at the end 💀
Latifi doing a latifi
Max and Checo crossing the pit lane line but didn’t get anything
Mick’s horrendous crash, I’m so glad he is fine
Esteban putting all his estesussy in his defence and then he got unfairly penalised. I guess FIA was enjoying the monégasque champagne like the guests
Btw most of them were rude towards f1 ppl ☺️☺️☺️☺️ aaaah rich ppl doing rich ppl things 🥰🥰
Kevin and Alex retired but we don’t even know why ?? I know a lot was happening at the moment but pls share the info
Red flags, VSC, safety cars, we got them all 🤪
NAH MA BOI PIERRE WAS GOING THE RACE OF HIS LIFE
Overtakes??? In Monaco ????
Choo Choo Alonso the train was leading his lil wagons
FIA YOU BETTER NOT CANCEL THIS RACE I KNOW IT’S BORING BUT IT’S LIKE FAMILY DINNER, IF YOU MISS IT YOU MAY MISS SOMETHING AMAZING
I know you miss it…SCUDERIA CLOWNERY AND THEIR MESSY STRATEGIES ARE BACK HIHIHI, I knew it was weird that they didn’t pull out one already this year
Carlos’ driving Tokyo drift mode like and Guanyu did the exact same 😳
Charles getting robbed and his best opponent being his own team
The last laps were basically the worst ones I’ve ever experienced. Just pure pain.
He finished a Monaco GP for the first time… better than nothing I guess?
I’ll never forget his raging screams
Congrats to Checo for his victory 🥳 (not him falling on his car tho)
And Carlos saved Ferrari’s day lol
FIA said « no❤️ » to Ferrari’s complains
See y’all later besties
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f1ofc · 7 months
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In need of a new perspective
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one-shot inspired by the line, "No thing so sure that I can't learn to doubt it" from New Perspective by Noah Kahan mentions of parts 2 and 3 of the social media au but can be read independently ☺️ 600+ words
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It was during Bahrain’s first free practice session that Johanna first met Fernando Alonso. The team was happy with her time and still full of adrenaline, she decided to go for a walk around the paddock. Recognizing him from testing earlier that year, Jo greeted Lance as she passed the Aston Martin facilities.
He smiled as she slowed, “Hey Johanna, how’s practice going?”
“Pretty good, I think. Mick gave me some tips that turned out pretty useful. I’m having to completely adapt my driving style to take these turns at this speed.”
“Oh yeah, I remember that. You’ll get the hang of it.”
He started moving back towards his team’s garage, and was happy to continue the conversation as they walked. Her black race suit stood out in the sea of green, but most smiled at her as she passed. Before long, Stroll’s engineer was calling him. On the other side of the garage Alonso was getting out his car as the time ran out for the first session of the weekend.
“Mohn,” he called as she started to turn back to her walk, “how is your first weekend?”
Jo stopped short, smiling, “Well, the team’s happy so I can’t complain.”
He nodded, “And how are you?”
She looked out to the pit lane at the other crew, staff, and journalists milling about. “Nervous. There’s a lot of expectations riding on me right now.”
“Don’t worry about all of them. I’ve seen you race. You will excel here.”
Her eyebrows raised of their own accord, “You’ve seen me race?”
He grinned, “I went back and watched most of last year’s F2 season after Audi announced you as their driver. I like knowing who I am racing against.”
Johanna was shocked. Fernando Alonso, someone she had been watching since she was little, saw her as a competitor. An equal. “That’s…that’s really cool to hear, Alonso.”
Later that day, after the second session, he commented on her tweet about the car. Laughing at his response to Lance, she showed it to Oscar and Logan.
“She’s got a mentor. Oscar, how are we going to compete with her?” Logan over dramatically fell back on the couch in her driver room, “But seriously, that’s awesome.”
After the boys left, Johanna found herself doing the one thing everyone told her not to do. The comments on her tweet - and posts made by Audi Sport’s official accounts - were full of the same general sentiment. She didn’t belong here. She wasn’t good enough to compete against the other drivers. She was a PR stunt. She won’t last a year. Comment after comment it felt never-ending, and it wasn’t hard to believe the things people were writing about her. Nearly in tears, she texted her teammate. Mick was quick to respond.
Have you been reading your comments again?
c’mon, we’re not AlphaTauri
Minutes later she got a text from Fernando.
You may not see it when we are in our cars, but you have many fans on the grid
Talking to him helped quite a bit, and the two of them must of said something to her other friends because just about the second her conversation ended with Alonso she got a text from Oscar inviting her to come out with the rest of the grid kids; they had taken to calling themselves that, referring to the combined trios of 2019 and 2023 rookies, mostly because it annoyed Alex and George. While they were out, Lando pulled her aside.
“All of those comments are coming from idiots that can barely drive down the street. You have just as much merit to be here as Oscar and Logan, you hear? And if anyone around the paddock says something you just let us know.”
The others overheard and gathered closer around them. George smiled at her, “Yeah, Lewis has taught the rest of us a thing or two about correcting reporters. We have no problem putting someone in their place.”
Johanna was grateful for the reminder that she had support from the people that mattered.
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dramaphan · 2 years
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dan is so shameless man omg he knew the dog adoption would get the dwindling phannies to perk up
And dude really made affirmation cards? who allowed him to capitalise off of mental health? with no donation in sight to MIND U.K.? (Mental health charity). Other British ambassadors for mental health include Dr Alex and F1 driver Lando Norris who have both done actual fund raising and Dr Alex has been so dedicated to mental health law campaigns since he lost his brother to it. (No the stereo doesn’t count as that was Phil’s thing and the donation wasn’t a lot considering they are both millionaires).
Dan just makes a book about basic CTB and then bounces?
if this was other youtubers they would be cancelled i’m just saying. dan getting away with white male privilege doing bare minimum yet again
I wonder if he donates privately. Like I know every once in a while he’ll pull some kind of “1% of the proceeds from my merch will go to young minds ☺️” stunt and people will act like he’s the best person in the world but I do wonder if he donates on his own without making a public spectacle of it. I hope he does.
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vroomvroomsposts · 7 months
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Some out of context snippets from some of my WIPs:
(will I ever finish them? it’s debatable 😬 but will try to🫠)
Heartshaped Sunglasses [lestappen , angst]
Because of course it would happen to Charles. Who else would have the stupidest luck like that? At some point you have to wonder what is it about him that draws all the trouble towards him.
Green [lestappen]
No one had heard from Charles after the announcement, it seems. Not even Pierre. That was why everyone was kind of worried and was texting Max to go check up on him, as he was the only other driver who was in Monaco at the moment.
Max went to Charles’s place because, well, he was kind of worried too. And no, not because he had a crush (shut up! Daniel), but because he was worried about a fellow driver who just happened to be his best rival and a good friend.
Over Again [lestappen]
“I don’t hate you.”
“What?”
“You said earlier that I did. But I don’t. I never did.”
“Well you should. I deserve it.”
Support Group [crack fic i guess]
Lando Norris glares at the red clad monégasque from where he stands at the driver briefing room. He doesn’t know how he came across the post telling him about Charles’ recent tweet likes spree but he did and he wasn’t having it. Especially that specific tweet like.
Mutual pining fic [lestappen]
“The least you can do is at least acknowledge my flirting Charles.”
“Wait. You were flirting with me?”
“Yes. For the past I don’t know how many years. If you wanna reject me, you need to do it now.”
“Wait what?”
Author fic
“Sooo… Does he know you wrote a book about him?”
“I did not write a book about him.”
“…”
“I did not. Why would I?”
“…”
“I promise. It’s not about him.”
“There in the golden light, he stood victorious and beautiful. His blue eyes were soft, and it ignited something in me. Something I want to keep forever. He won the game today, but with it, he won my heart too.” If that isn’t about him, then who is it about, Charles?”
“It’s not about him. And you have blue eyes too, Pierre.”
It started with a kiss [lestappen, hurt/comfort]
As he looks at the man lying in bed, Max can’t seem to remember their last kiss. He knows they had to have kissed before the race because that’s what they do and have been doing for some time now. It was routine, and they never went out of routine. They were professional athletes, for god's sake!
But Max can’t remember properly whether it was at the hotel or in one of the driver’s rooms. Max hopes they did. He really doesn’t want to not have kissed the man with whom he is so in lov-. No, he cannot think of this.
These are the ones that have a written body in google docs rather than just random ideas in the notes app. I will most likely finish writing them soon. Hopefully.
If you want to know more about them or if you want to give feedbacks about them 💕☺️ let me know
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