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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 4 months

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I See Your Face - LN

Request: could you write a fic where lando’s girlfriend sitting behind the camera while he’s filming something with quadrant or filly/angryginge and they keep teasing lando about his girlfriend / ask questions to make him constantly turn around to look at her shyly and check if she’s okay (kinda like what they did to max and P in that one quadrant spill your guts video)

Lando loves gaming. It's a secret to no one, especially his girlfriend. However, they're still sort of in the early stages of dating and since she's not really in the public eye, he's still very much careful about her presence in even being mentioned in content he's in. Even if the F1 community figured out less than a month into the relationship that they were dating and had named her to the public.

But today, she's there waiting for him since they have a date arranged and she just wanted to see him doing some Quadrant content.

As a result of his recent interactions with Filly and AngryGinge, it was inevitable that they make content beyond streaming together.

Now she gets it, guys have a certain type of humour that usually consists of borderline bullying each other. But she doesn't expect Lando to get poked about his relationship status.

Obviously it's not a requirement that Lando tell anyone about her being his girlfriend and she walked in late so there was no introductions.

But when Filly questions what type of girl would ever trust an F1 driver in a relationship, she tries to remember it's not personal and it's a joke. Lando does look over at her, hell even Max glances in her direction with a bit of a nervy look.

"I'm loyal." Lando laughs and that seems to set something off with Filly getting hysterical and that seems to set Ginge off with laughter.

Lando almost looks like he's about to actually mention y/n but one silent ask in looking over at her and she shakes her head. If he says something the tone of the video changes and they're just playing with him.

There is more pokes about him as potential boyfriend, his sex life and how he's spending his spare time. Several times he looks at her to make sure she's ok.

"Alright, moving on." Max smiles trying to encouragement the moment.

The video goes on, they ask all sorts of questions and mainly end up laughing as a result of every one of them.

"Lando, this is your question. Do you have any unread messages? And can we read the most recent?"

"I have to check, but...we're cutting this. Baby, can you get my phone?" Lando questions making the whole room atmosphere freeze for a moment as Lando looks at y/n and Max nods in approval of Lando speaking up.

"Baby? Is that her name?" Filly questions seeming almost hopeful as y/n smiles a little awkwardly and moves to hand Lando his phone. "No, we've been roasting you and your girlfriend has been here the whole time?"

"It's fine." Y/n insists shaking her head even if admittedly there's some new insecurities about Lando and herself that she's going to have to tame and reign in after today.

"You sure?" Lando asks softly making her nod and smile but there's definitely something not quite right in her smile earning a frown.

"I'm just hungry." Y/n lies making a reference to their date that's happening after things wrap up here."

"We'll be done soon." Lando promises earning a nod before she moves back.

The last message ends up being one from his mum asking about what he'd be doing while he's back in England. Y/n ends up stepping out when her own phone starts to ring.

But Lando being Lando when the video ends, he moves out with quick goodbyes. Grabbing his stuff and going to find his girlfriend.

"Baby? Are you ok?" Lando asks making her look up at him and smile with a nod before pointing her phone. "Oh, I'll wait."

She eventually gets off the phone and smiles moving Lando but he lack of words gives her away.

"What's wrong?" Lando questions making her shake her head for a moment before he shoots her a look.

"Just...some of the things they said...they were kind of right." Y/n sighs before groaning at herself when Lando's expression turns to a frown. "I know it's stupid and it's just insecurities. I know it's not really a problem."

"Baby, they're just being dickheads. Don't let it make you think anything." Lando sighs shaking his head at her. "I love you...and those boys in there are just trying to make jokes over stupid things and-"

"Lando, I'm not going to break up with you. I know it's stupid to get upset over it, so I'm trying not to. I just...I don't know it's in my head, I'll get over it...I love you too." Y/n smiles softly then running her hand through his hair. "I'm ok. I promise."

Lando definitely doesn't seem all that convinced, and so he spends the next week making sure to prove that he has all intentions for them to be a very long-lasting couple.

He is pretty successful in his actions of reassuring her even after she insisted it was completely unnecessary. There's also a bit of a silent promise that in any future content he creates with others, that any mention of his relationship or his private life in that sense is going to be off the cards.

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lecsainz · 6 months

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! IN MY MONOLOGUE . . . tell me a little about yourself, and I'll tell you which driver or player I'll ship you with.

for f1 please <3

i'm currently a science major and i intend on becoming an engineer in the future (and hopefully work in f1). i'm a perfectionist & a procrastinator at the same time and academic validation means everything to me. i try to be nice to everyone i meet but i'm honestly quite introverted so i feel comfortable with only my family + closest friends. i don't talk too much irl & like to listen to others talk instead (although my social battery drains really quickly) but when i'm asked about my interests and the other person is really genuine on knowing more about me, i tend to ramble on and on about the things i adore. i usually spend my time at home, working on my hobbies like reading novels, listening to music, playing video games or watching anime/kdramas/f1/football. i'm the mum + therapist friend and as the middle child, i really value the amount of independence & freedom i have. i tend to be more empathetic towards people around me than most people usually are and i usually put others' needs before my own. i also bottle up my feelings a lot. i have ridiculously high expectations of most things and i usually get upset when i don't reach the expectations i've set for myself. my love languages are words of affirmation & acts of services and honestly, i get really happy even at the smallest acts of services & the shortest words of affirmation because they all mean a lot to me. i love tropes like e2l and academic rivals. oh & this is obviously the most important factor of all — i love taylor swift (i mean who doesn't ?)

LEWIS HAMILTON

Lewis loves knowing that you want to be an engineer, so he always motivates you to study and often says that when you graduate, you'll be his engineer at Mercedes.

He supports you in all your studies.

Lewis is outgoing, so he'd love to meet your friends and especially your family, getting along well with your parents.

He would want to make sure you're comfortable anywhere, pulling you into a hug, holding your hand with a gentle squeeze, or hugging you from behind.

You'd spend great afternoons together doing everything and nothing, just enjoying each other's company.

Lewis would always want to help you open up, not overwhelming you with his feelings.

He loves leaving cute notes for you, especially when he's going on a trip.

Lewis adores cheesy but sweet nicknames.

He may not love Taylor Swift, but he likes her, so you two would dance around the house while listening to her latest album or sing together in the car.

Lewis would love taking you to races and telling you that you're the best girlfriend he could have.

He'd always try to make sure you take better care of yourself to avoid getting overwhelmed by caring for others.

So, during his trips when he's away, he'd call just to check how your day is going and to hear your voice.

#🥂. — 2k celebration ! ₊˚ʚ ݁#lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton fluff #✶ — lilirari !#🪩. moots ⋆ ࣪.*

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lovings4turn · 8 months

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becca!! congrats congrats congrats! so proud + i’ve been here since moonlitmeeks 🥹 may i ask for 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍 for the formula one boys pretty pls.

my name is (also) becca, as u know. i’m irish and i love it!! i’m a university student doing journalism & i hope to go into some form of investigative journalism in the future. i loveee to travel, i spent last summer backpacking through europe but there’s still so much of it i want to see. i’m a huge bookworm. i love nothing more than to stay in at night with snacks and a good movie. i have 3 kittens who are my babies. i’m very much the mum friend of the group but i love to take care of people. my love languages are physical touch + quality time <333 i’ll let you take anything else from what you already know from my blog bc i can’t think. love u!!!

becca thank you soso much darling !!! so nice to see you sent something in - i adore your work so having you as a mutual is just so . AAAAA. anyways,, so sorry for how late this is, but thank you again for participating !!! love you !!!!

i'd have to ship you with . . . 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬

+ i don't know why but the second i read this my mind just instantly went to lando. i think your personality would match his perfectly — he's very chaotic and high energy, so he'd really treasure having you there to balance him out and be a rock for him.

+ acknowledging the elephant in the room, lando adores your accent. any time you say something that particularly highlights it, lando will parrot it back at you in an - admittedly, pretty awful - irish accent, not because he's mocking you, but because he genuinely loves how it sounds and wants to see if he can nail the accent, too. he'll get there one day... maybe.

+ lando absolutely loves your kittens, too. the first time he meets them he's almost speechless, not knowing which one to play with and greet first. he just sort of stands there, cooing and petting each kitten one by one as he tries to compute the amount of cuteness in front of him (you included). he becomes so so fond of them over the course of your relationship, too - "your babies? i think you mean our babies."

+ lando doesn't do too much reading, and he'll admit this. but what he does a lot of is admiring you whilst you read. one of his favourite sights is that of you lost in a good book - he loves how he can sort of figure out what's happening depending on your facial expressions, and is more than happy for you to explain (or complain about) plots to him, even if he has no idea what you're talking about.

+ what lando does love, though, is staying in for a movie night. being an f1 driver is chaos and hard work, so he treasures the days where he can cuddle up with you and some blankets, snacks his trainer definitely doesn't need to know about littered all over the coffee table. lando loves lying on top of you, his head against your chest and just commenting on every little thing that happens - he can't shut up to save his life.

+ in regards to your studies, lando is one of the most supportive people you could have. he's always there to remind you about upcoming assignments and let you complain about anything you need, whether it be shitty professors or annoying deadlines. lando will try his hardest to motivate you to study, but also makes sure you're taking enough breaks and not burning yourself out, either.

#.° ༘🦇⋆₊˚ෆ becca celebrates #🕯 : becca #i got a bit carried away here forgive me😭

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riverstardis · 1 year

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series 32 episode 11:

weird how lily used to fancy mr grayling🤢

RASH!! also his mum🥺

ah rash says "good luck gift for your favourite child?" so he DID used to have siblings!! guess none of them care enough about their dad to help rash look after him or contribute to getting him in a good care home huh

lmaoo madia nearly crashing into connie on her motorbike

lily saying her father used to say "emotion is the enemy of success" and elle nods and goes "my dad told me the queen is really a lizard" SJDFJDJF

"staff nurse david hide" "ha ha not seek?" "no, i'm a buddhist" SJSKJFJF oh no is this gonna renew my anger about them wrecking david and rash's friendship for that pointless ollie and rosa storyline

"i have our new f1, dr rashid masum" "well, he appears to be invisible" 😭😭😭

"some of the women working here, they're pretty er, brusque" LMAOOO

lmaoo robyn asking louise what she thinks of the new f1 and louise goes "i'll give him a month" sjsjdjf "i mean totty wise. i think i'm gonna give him an 8 out of 10. 9 if he's got a thing for redheads with kids" 😭😭

LMAO rash saluting connie😭😭😭 she goes "strange boy" SJSFJJF that reminds me of louise saying ethan was "a bit odd" in his first episode. also i just realised in both their first scenes they're with their mums👀

i'm still bitter about ethan not being in this episode to say goodbye to lily

aww dylan saying sanosi's no longer part of his life :(

oh yeah i forgot lily and sam had beef lmao. sam nicholls i mean obviously, weird cos i just came straight from reap the whirlwind where she has beef with sam strachan lmao

ohh rash i love you <3

alicia looks GORGEOUS💍💍💍

awww rash running out of connie's office to throw up sjsdjffg

he almost leaves his glasses in the toilets lmaoo the first sign that he doesn't actually need them? honestly that whole glasses thing is so funny like they didn't want to commit to another character with glasses after they already got rid of lily's and ethan's and they knew how they complicated things, but they did want us to know immediately that he was a stereotypical glasses-wearing character (like lily and ethan) so they just decided to give him glasses for a few months and then reveal he never even needed them?? tbf it worked, i mean we could already tell he was a new ethan by this point lmao

iain telling lily how he feels about her right before she goes in to do her talk. way to sabotage her career mate :/

aww connie talking about how she's seen lily grow into a very fine doctor🥺

aww alicia introducing herself to rash and saying she heard he did alright today and inviting him to the pub with everyone. he's like "i don't really drink" and she goes "me neither, see you there" sjfjfjdf oh yeah i forgot this was during her "given up alcohol and men" era

awh rash overhears robyn and david talking about how they rate him :( he nearly doesn't go to the pub but lily tells him that it's something she should've done on her first day🥺 oh yeah cause she was pretty isolated from everyone until she made friends with ethan... SO WHY TF ISNT HE HERE SAYING BYE TO HER

she thought she'd blown her talk and she didn't seem that upset about it, ig bc it stopped her from having to choose between hong kong and iain, but then she finds out that not only did she get the research post they're asking her to talk over from mr grayling as the leader because they don't like working with him LMAO

now iain's literally begging her to stay bro wtf???

"i am lily chao, and i have to go" 😢😢😢

does she not like,,, need to empty her locker or anything??

bye bye lily I MISS YOUUU

i firmly believe that if not for cal's death ethan and rash would've been friends immediately

#classic casualty #S32E11 #rash's first ep #lily's last ep

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imthebadguyyy · 3 years

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Hi! I loved your Lewis x little mix! reader imagine so I was wondering if you could please write one with Max? Maybe like they are exes and the girls are going to perform for an F1 event like in 2017 so they meet again? Thank you so much!

Nobody Like You

Pairing - Max Verstappen x Reader

Fandom - F1

Summary - being in a girlband, every relationship, friendship, and public moment is scrutinized. A breakup that was heavily publicized, left you heartbroken but still in love. When there's the tinge of a second chance, you grasp it.

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Pain. That's all that is left. When someone you love leaves you, your heart stops. Your mind spins, thoughts running so fast, you cannot grasp them. The gut wrenching truth sets in. He doesn't love me anymore. He doesn't want me anymore. He'd rather be with someone else. And then, the cold, cold numbness sets in.

That's how it was for you. A relationship that had started when you were touring in the Netherlands with the girls for the 'Salute' Tour, where you had met a certain blue eyed, blonde haired F1 driver, who had stolen your heart and taken you on a thrilling date where you went go karting together. The tabloids had gone crazy, when they had found out, but even they had to grudgingly admit that yours was a relationship that was going to last. For 3 years, 2013-2016, your relationship was perfect. He came to support you whenever he could, and you in turn did the same. There were numerous times you two were spotted together, at tracks, at shows, at fan meet and greets and cute little dates that paps managed to photograph.

But then, in 2016, everything changed. Max got promoted to RedBull Racing, and almost at once, his entire focus changed. You understood, you really did. Racing was his passion, it was what he always wanted to do, and he was undoubtedly one of the best drivers. But even you were passionate about your music and Little Mix, but you always found the time, forced yourself to make time for your relationship. Max didn't. He was far too focused on winning. Eventually, more and more dates got cancelled. He didn't come for a single show on the 'Get Weird' tour. His sister and mum came, bearing flowers and chocolates as an apology, but it hurt. You came to the Monaco Grand Prix, to the Silverstone Grand Prix, and to the Belgian Grand Prix. You were always there when he needed you to be. But he wasn't.

Everyone saw it coming. Jade, Perrie, Leigh and Jesy. Daniel and Christian. His mother. Victoria. Heck, even Jos Verstappen (who you didn't really like but put up with) saw the breakup coming. So when it finally did come, after a truly terrible fight over a trivial matter, you knew that you two were over. After tears, angry yells and fiery words that neither of you meant, the relationship everyone predicted would stand the test of time broke. It shattered. A plant that is not given water, sunlight and fresh soil dies. A relationship that isn't given love, nurture and care also dies. And although it shattered your heart into a million pieces, you knew you couldn't be in a relationship were you were the only one trying.

Eventually you got over it. You were ever so grateful for the girls, who had supported you through it all. Glory Days, your fourth album as a group rang with traces of the breakup, in the Brit winning 'Shoutout To My Ex', the painful longing in 'Nobody Like You', and the peppy, fun breakup anthem about growing up and maturing, 'You Gotta Not' Then there was 'No More Sad Songs' a song that meant the world to you. You had written it with Jade and Leigh Anne one drunken night, when you had sobbed into their arms and written the song in a matter of hours.

The album did extremely well, with critics calling it the best Little Mix album yet. But although you had the success and fame, increased nearly tenfold since the breakup, there was a permanent wound in your heart. No matter how many times you got up on a stage and belted the words, 'forget that boy I'm over it' you really weren't. Your heart, that had already been broken beyond repair seemed to shatter even more when you saw pictures of him with another girl merely months after the breakup. Fast forward a year, and he had a new girl again, while Perrie and Jesy wiped your tears away and whispered sweet nothings to you. It hurt them to see their baby so heartbroken. You were the youngest, and they had always been protective of you, so to see you so heartbroken, even after a year broke their hearts as well. It was, as Leigh Anne said, "Two idiots who just won't admit they still love each other, even when it nearly breaks them"

But then one day, in 2017, management set up a meeting with you girls, to tell you that they wanted you to perform in Singapore, as a event leading up the Singapore Grand Prix. The shock that ran through your body paralyzed you. Performing at a Grand Prix ? Where Max would be racing ? Probably with the new girl he was dating? You had jumped out of your chair, run to the nearest bathroom, and cried yourself sick. Jade had run in, while the other 3 had tried to find out some more details, and had wrapped her arms around you and let you sob your eyes out on her shoulder.

"Babe, I won't tell you that he's not worth it, because he is. I'm so sorry, my darling, that you are feeling this pain. I really, really thought you two were going to be forever. I can see it in your eyes,hun. You still love him. And I'm willing to bet that he still loves you too. So let's do this show, and who knows? Maybe you meet him and work it out, maybe you don't. But you won't know if you don't ask him"

She had left you with a lot to think about. Maybe it was true. Maybe there was a part of you that wanted him back. Heck, the challenge probably lay in finding the part that didn't want him back. So you agreed. You'd beat yourself up about it later,but you would go. Besides, all you were going to do was perform with the girls. You wouldn't meet him directly, and its not like he cared that you were coming right?

Wrong.

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Imagine being Max Verstappen on a normal Thursday evening, practising on the sim, and working out when he wanted to. Imagine being Max Verstappen on a normal Thursday evening being called up by Christian(that man called him too many times, but that's a discussion for later) for what would seem like a normal conversation. Now, imagine being Max Verstappen, after being told his ex-girlfriend (who he definitely still loved, but yet again, another subject for discussion later) was going to perform at the upcoming Grand Prix weekend in Singapore.

After a few moments of shocked silence, Max cleared his throat, and tried to respond to Christian on the other side. All that came out though, was a strangled sound, earning a soft chuckle from his boss. "Th-they umm, they're performing here this weekend?" he managed to sputter out, voice sounding an octave higher. "Yes, they're coming as guests of Ferrari as well for the weekend. But the performance is going to be on Saturday after qualifying. There's going to be some other performances as well, I think its Jason Derulo and someone else" "Yeah, okay. Thanks for letting me know"

"Will do. Oh, and Max, when Y/N arrives, try not to stare too much. I don't think gaping like a fish will help you win her back" and with a chuckle, he cut the line, leaving a very stunned Max to sink down into the simulator seat and process the conversation he had just had with his boss. Mind reeling, he did the only thing that seemed sensible to him. Text Daniel

Daniel, Max

Hey man, you free?

Yeah, Whats up?

Have you heard about this weekend? About the performances?

Yeah I did ; )

Not helpful. But anyway, what do I do ?

Why do you care? Unless, you still like Y/N, that is.

I don't.

Mmhmm.

I really don't man.

Yeah, and the Sun rises in the south.

Daniel, I'm serious. What will I do on Saturday?

Mate, if you don't still love Y/N, I don't see what your problem is. Just don't go to see the show.

No, I want to go see the show, but NO I do NOT like her.

Sure mate.

Bye Daniel.

I'll see you tomorrow

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After the very unhelpful conversation, Max simply crashed onto his bed, and let out a groan of frustration. This was simply great. He had spent a year trying to get over Y/N, had a fling while he was at it. But that fling had long since been flung. He didn't even care about that girl, his heart had always been set on Y/N. He had been a mess when the breakup happened, and had spent a lot of sleepless nights imagining what it would have been like if he had just put more love and attention into their relationship. He had fallen in love when she had come to Netherlands, his sister had forced him to go along with some friends, but boy he was not sorry he went.

He had met you backstage, because Victoria had passes, and the two of you had spent nearly an hour talking to each other. By the end of the night, he had asked you, nervously if you would like to go out with him to one of his favourite cafes. When you had said yes, he had nearly punched the air in elation. And the date had gone superbly well. From there, it was smooth going. The pair of you had stuck together for 3 whole years, the best damn 3 years of his life. But he had been stupid enough to let you go, and he had had his family and friends berate him severely for it. And even now, his mother would send him the occasional text about you, asking if he was in touch.

Every time he typed out a no, his fingers would hesitate over the call button on your contact. Every single time, he would turn away, and he would feel his heart shatter a tiny bit more. But he would shake his head, running his fingers through his hair, and tugging slightly, before telling himself that you would never take him back, after he ignored you for months, didn't give you any affection or love.

Snapping back to the present, he stood up, trying to figure out what exactly he would do when he had to see you in 2 days. 2 days that couldn't come any sooner.

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Saturday rolled along, with clear skies and a sunny morning. Climbing onto the LM Tour Bus, you tugged your Louis Vuitton backpack onto your shoulders, pushing the sunglasses onto the bridge of your nose, as the 5 of you made your way to the venue. it was about 2 pm, but there was a lot of work to be done before the show, and you girls had agreed, if you had time before the show, you would watch the Quali round. You would have been lying if you said you weren't nervous, yet excited. You were going to see Max. If you saw him, that is

Settling into the seat next to Perrie, you rested your head on her shoulder, while she rested her head on top of yours. "You feeling good babe?" she asked, gently running her fingers through her hair. "Yeah I suppose. I'm excited about the show" "You know what we mean babe" Leigh chipped in, looking up from her phone. "Yeah hun, I'm good" "If you're sure" Jesy said, smiling softly at you. "I am sure' you replied, smiling sweetly at her. "And if you're not, we'll find you some other hot guy to distract you" Perrie said, leaning down to tickle your sides. "Maybe another hot car racer' Jesy said, cackling as you crinkled your nose slightly. "Or maybe a stripper or something' Jade said, earning screams of laughter from the 3 of you.

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Quali had gone well.Max was P2 on the grid, breaking the Mercedes front row lockout streak. In his elated state, he ran around to check where Daniel was, and as he turned to see where the Aussie was, his body collided heavily with another, smaller, softer body. As he collided with the person, they lost their balance, tumbling into his arms. As he registered who it was, his heart stopped.

It was you.

The awkward position you two were in did not help matters. Since he had crashed into you, his arms were locked tightly around your waist, having moved there when you had tumbled into him. Your hands were resting flat on his chest, and his face was mere inches from each other. Registering the shock in your eyes, he loosened his grip slightly, a gruff "I'm sorry" falling from his lips , while his eyes widened as he took you in fully. You had apparently blossomed even more in a year, looking somewhat fuller, and more mature.

You had simply been minding your business, trying to find your way backstage after you had come out to watch the final few laps of qualifying, and just as you had been making your way to go back, a tall, broad and muscular body had collided with yours, making you trip into said person's arms. Looking up, your eyes widened in shock as you registered that it was Max you had run into. Or rather, he had run into you. He was taller, and boy, was he broader. You could feel his hardened muscles under his race suit, his dirty blonde hair was slightly messier, and just a little longer. He had grown, and your heart felt like it was about to fall out of your body, it was in such overdrive.

"It's okay" you found yourself saying, voice somewhat breathier, and you didn't even want to to know how flustered you look. "I wasn't looking where I was going, and I didn't see you coming and-'" 'I said its okay" you said, mind registering the fact that his arms were still wrapped around your waist. He seemed to realise it at the same time as you, and he quickly drew his arms back, letting one rest on his hip, while the other nervously ran to his hair. "You um, you look great" he said, smiling softly at you. "Thanks, you don't look to bad yourself. Congratulations on P2" "Thanks. Can't wait to see you perform' he replied, mentally slapping himself. "oh you're coming to watch?" "Umm, yeah, some of the boys are going to come too" 'That's great, I'll see you there then' "Yes you will' he replied, screaming at himself for how awkward it sounded.

" Well, I need to get going now" you said, twirling your hair around your finger. "I'll see you soon enough' he replied, flashing you another smile. "Yeah. Bye, Max" you said, and without knowing it, you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek, before hurrying away, leaving a stunned Max gaping after you.

You had kissed him. On his cheek, yeah, but nonetheless, you had kissed him. His fingers grazed the spot where your lips had touched his skin, trying to come to terms with what had just happened. A little way away, you screamed at yourself, pinching yourself to ensure what had just happened was real. Why did you kiss him?! Groaning, you simply made your way to the dressing room, to tell the girls what had happened.

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The setlist for the night included Shoutout To My Ex, No More Sad Songs, Power, Reggaeton Lento, Down and Dirty, Wings, Black Magic, and finished with two ballads - Secret Love Song and Nobody Like You

You girls had just finished SLS, one of your favourite songs. The background music changed to the beginning of 'Nobody Like You' as Jesy raised her mic to sing.

I'm alive, and living's just a beating heart

'Cause we won't admit we've taken it too far

I know it's love cause I will always be the first

To start making up excuses when it hurts.

Somewhere in the crowd, Max felt his heart clench. Towards the end of your relationship, when he couldn't come to your shows anymore, you had started making excuses for him. When he'd tell you "baby I can't make it because-" "It's okay I know you need to train" or "its okay. I know its race week" Hearing the words you had written at your lowest point brought a strange prickling in his eyes. He couldn't cry ! Not in front of so many people. Crossing his arms and biting his lip, he forced himself to look forward, trying his hardest to not break down into tears.

But I'm alone, I'm alone, I'm alone again

And all I want, all I want is to feel again

There's nobody like you (nobody like you), nobody like you (nobody like)

I've tried goodbye a hundred times, not one of them true

Nobody like you (nobody like you), nobody like you (nobody like)

I'm screaming "I don't want you" but you know that I do (nobody like you)

As you sang the chorus, your eyes scanned the crowd for Max. You saw him, almost at once, in a black shirt and pants,hair falling into his eyes. But it was the oddness of the way he stood that captured your attention. You couldn't quite place your finger on it, until it hit it with the force of a truck. He was trying not to cry.

Not too many people could say they had seen Max Verstappen cry. You were one of the people that could. Through the course of your relationship, you had tried your damn hardest to fix the wounds his father had created. When he met you, he was ashamed of tears. He never cried, or expressed emotions. He wasn't good at showing affection. He struggled to be soft or vulnerable around someone. Until you came around. You hugged him when you felt like, and always wanted cuddles. You reached for his hands to interlace your fingers, and presses kisses to his face and body whenever you wanted to. Slowly, he learned to be affectionate and vulnerable. He climbed into your arms of his own accord. He would randomly kiss you in the middle of his sentences. He allowed himself to cry. You could always tell when he was going to cry.

This was one of those times. His eyes were overbright, his posture stiff. He was biting his lip, chewing on it, a tell tale sign that he was about to cry. As you continued to sing, his eyes met yours, blue orbs meeting your own, and in that moment he seemed to tell you everything.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ignore you.

There's nobody like you (nobody like you), nobody like you (nobody like you)

I've tried goodbye a hundred times, not one of them true

Nobody like you (nobody like you), nobody like you (nobody like you)

I'm screaming "I don't want you" but you know that I do (nobody like you)

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Backstage, you asked your tour manager to let Max in to your dressing room. As you took off your tight black boots, you couldn't help the sigh of relief that left your lips. Resting your head on the couch, you started to hum a soft tune, until you heard a soft knock on the door. "Come in" you said, feeling the nerves in your stomach come back to life.

And there he was, the black shirt clinging onto his broad, toned shoulders, the tight black pants he was wearing accentuating his thigh muscles. "Hey" he said, not quite meeting your eyes. His eyes were still a little shiny, something you didn't fail to notice. "Hey. Come and sit" you said, flashing him a warm smile. "Okay"

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, till he opened his mouth to speak. "It's okay" you said, before he could say anything. "No its not Y/N. I let you down. I hurt you. I didn't work in our relationship. But God, I still love you. I really, really love you. I wake up sometimes, and I don't feel your body next to mine, and its like someone is pushing a knife into my fucking heart. I'm so sorry-" and before he could finish, he burst into tears, and you pulled him into your body, arms wrapping around his shaking fame. He buried his face in your neck, and youinhaled the familiar scent of his cologne, as he finally allowed himself to completely revel in your embrace.

"I love you too" you whispered, pressing your lips to his temple, as he calmed down slowly. After a few moments of silence, with the sounds of him sniffling slowly fading away. "Thank you" he whispered, slowly pulling away, but intertwining your hands in his lap, letting you lean into him this time. "So you want to give this another try?" You asked, looking up into his eyes. "Yes, because we've got some good shit going on here. And I promise I will be better this time" he said, before he leaned in, pressing his lips against your own, one hand reaching to cup your cheek, while you moved your hand to his chest.

"I really do love you" Max said, pulling away and resting his forehead on yours, while you smiled, closing your eyes, before giggling softly. "What's so funny?" He asked, grinning at you. "The girls are gonna tease the shit out of me" you said, looking up at his face, laughing when he groaned, "The guys are gonna do the same" he said, throwing his head back in fake frustration, laughing when you sat on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he wrapped his around your waist.

"I love you"

"I love you more"

A/N - I hope you liked it , and thanks for reading. ❤❤

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cherrynika · 2 years

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There's a post going around about how if Lewis retires it will be a great blow to F1. I agree it will be a blow, as it is, people who are not fans, that is the vast majority of people with an internet connection, think the outcome was a farce. My mum was listening to a HK radio station and they were talking about how bad it was 2 weeks after the race, so now she thinks it's bad too. She doesn't even like Hamilton, her first exposure to him being the McLaren+Scherzinger days. I disagree it will be a killing blow. Everything will be fine within a year.

However if they don't fix this they will lose a certain group of fans, people who have followed for more than a decade. LIberty calls them legacy fans and they don't care. They want new fans. But without these fans the experience is a lot less rich. They are a wealth of knowledge and make reasonable sound arguments.

I do think F1 won't exist in 15 years though, for other reasons. For example, if there are more unpredictable weather events like Spa (actually that was highly predictable) there might be less races or less tracks willing to host. If the number of races and teams falls below perhaps 15 and 7 then the championship will look very different and I am not sure how many new fans can accept that.

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uglyducklingofthe2000s · 14 days

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Hollow Heart - LN

Summary: Lando loses everything and other people have moved on and kept going like nothings changed

Warnings/themes: Major character death, mourning/grief - no specifics of crash or specific of injuries for cause of death mentioned

F1 driver!reader

This is sad imo, so be warned.

No part 2 requests please

Lando was numb throughout her funeral, always just too far into the void to feel anything but the weight crushing his chest. It feels like he's suffocating, as if he hasn't been able to breathe for 2 weeks now.

The sun went down for that race and it never came back in his world. He's just lost in the darkness, blindly letting other people lead and guide him around in hopes that he can trust them to be making him do the right thing.

"Lando, mate." Jon states snapping Lando out of the daze. Something that Jon has had to do a lot since they came back for the Monaco GP. "We need to get moving."

The last thing Lando wants to do is leave his apartment. He doesn't want to see people, he wants to go back home. He wants to spend hours watching videos and looking at pictures and remembering her.

Scratch that.

He wants y/n back.

Her to be there in bed when he wakes up. To hug him whenever he can catch her between their track sessions. To drag her around on the race weekends where there isn't any F1 duties for them. To smell her. To watch her. To dance with her. To drive around Monaco with her and feel alive again.

Something in him died with her.

Something in him that was taken when he got to her first and dragged her out of the cockpit away from the flames. She was unconscious.

He didn't know she was already gone.

The sudden memory makes his stomach lurch but he manages to keep himself from the urge to be sick. He'd already been threatened about being pulled from the race thanks to a weight loss because he just hadn't been eaten properly. Jon has been practically force feeding him since they realised he'd lost 8 kilos in the first week since her death.

He's not properly gained it back but he is gaining again so the FIA are allowing him to compete.

Hardly anyone has dared to speak to him. They didn't know what to say and in a way, many of them knew her and they are in a state of mourning for her too. Not quite to the degree that Lando is, but it has affected them all.

"Hi, Lando. It's good to see you." The reporter greets as he steps up after qualifying. "That's a good position, P3."

"Yeah, it's good. I'm happy with it. I think it's the best we could do with the car. Oscar P5 behind me. We're in good positions." Lando nods earning a small nod.

"And how are you feeling going into this race?"

"Do I need to answer that?" Lando questions with a fake smile. "Shit. Probably been the worst 2 weeks of my life. But I'm hoping I can do something to give myself something to feel."

"Good luck."

It's a weak and uncertain reply but he thanks her and moves onto the next.

No one is brave enough to outright ask about how he feels about y/n. Even Lando would have to say it's a wise choice and the more respectful choice.

His family are there and he feels bad to admit that he's just not feeling good enough to talk to them. His mum is trying her best to take care of him while not smothering him. But none of them know how to comfort him.

How do you make someone feel better when they lose the person they had planned to marry and spend their life with?

Standing at the front of the grid, Lando sighs being the one to place her helmet on the small podium central to the drivers.

He doesn't want to look at it but when he makes the mistake of seeing a screen and sees her face, the clips of her wins and her cheering and then a clip of the two of them on the podium together.

Carlos arm around his shoulder makes the world feel like it's suddenly pressing on his shoulders and the Spaniard finds himself as the only thing keeping Lando upright and the younger man's eyes are filling with tears for the first time since y/n died.

He'd not shed any tears but this moment forces him to accept the grief and the painful truth.

The first race without her. The first race of the rest. She'll never be there at the end of a race to wave at him as they do their in laps. She'll never congratulate him when he gets a podium or ignore her celebrations for a podium to see him. She'll never wait for him once they've pulled off track and she's out the car.

She'll never do anything again. And he has to keep living and do everything without her.

How is he supposed to do that?

The silent minute in her honour ends but it's quickly followed by the anthem and Lando final finds the strength to stand upright again. His whole body feels like it's aching like someone's used him as a punch bag.

Once the anthem is over, Carlos doesn't let him go straight away.

"Are you alright, mate?" Carlos asks making Lando look at him.

"I'm going to have to be. She's not coming back." Lando states feeling his voice wobble as he says the last part and Carlos almost retracts back at his words.

It's not something anyone wanted to admit. But hearing it from Lando and hearing the agony it's bringing to him. Carlos feels like he's watched the death of a driver and now he has to watch the destruction of Lando as a result.

Lando moves away having to get to his car while Carlos moves to his own, trying to shake off the feeling that he needs to worry about Lando.

They each have tributes to y/n and Lando hates seeing it, as he catches sight of her name and number stickers onto his car. His chest squeezes before he sits down into the cockpit and remains quiet.

He sighs as they tighten the straps on him then patting his helmet.

He wanted a tribute helmet but he was in not state of mind to be wearing something for her today or to be discussing designs for her.

By some miracle he locks into a mindset that keeps him focused on the race and when they get moving.

After his Monaco podium, people seemed to decide Lando was fine and treated him as such.

Questions about y/n and how he is coping increased. A demand for him to just ignore his own grief.

Canada, Spain and Austria pass in a blur. Before he knows it, he's at his home race and it's been over a month since she died. Since he lost her and he has to visit her.

"We really need you in today on the sim. We're adding those upgrades on the car-"

"I'm not available today." Lando cuts in as he stares at his phone. Andrea having called since Lando didn't show up.

"We need you here today, mate."

"You have Oscar. I'm going to my girlfriend's grave. Remember her? The driver who died in Imola?" Lando almost spits then hanging up in hopes of containing his rage before he looks out his car window to the graveyard. His body slumps forward at the sound of his phone going off, resting his forehead on the steering wheel.

He hasn't been back here since he spent nearly 8 hours sitting at the foot of her grave after her funeral. No one bothered to try and move him. His suit got muddy and he was there till dark.

Eventually he feels the 10 ton weights keeping him in the car lift just enough for him to get out the car, grabbing the bouquet of tiger lilies along with a couple other things he wanted to put there that he thinks she'd have liked.

When he gets there he sighs with a frown, he hates seeing her grave. As much as it's a means to remember her. It's a reminder that she's not here and it hurts.

"I'm sorry, I haven't been back. I wanted to...but it's been so hard...everything is still where you left it in my apartment. I bought a few bottles of your perfume so I could spray it around...on your pillow in bed and your spot on the sofa...and on that McLaren hoodie that you would only wear when you knew no one would see it." Lando states, more than aware he sounds like a crazy person by talking to dead person's grave. "I love you so much."

He begins placing the flowers in the vase that is built fixed to the stone. He'll have to come back more often to replace them and make sure she always has flowers. She loves putting flowers around his apartment. In fact thinking back on it, the last ones she bought have to still be in the vase. No doubt wilted and dead.

"No one understands, y/n. No one understands what it feels like. I want to keep going, I know that you'd never forgive me for being like this." Lando mumbles rubbing his hand over his face before he sighs softly. "Everyone seems to be happy to forget you...and just move on. Like you dying is just an...inconvenience. I'm not ready to move on...I don't know if I'll ever be ready...but the grass hasn't even properly grown over."

There's small sprouts a thin growth but not enough for her to blend in with the rest.

He places down the other little gifts including a letter he'd written, it'll get wet and ruined in the rain, grow soggy and fall apart into the ground. She'll never know what it says.

"I just wish I had one more conversation with you. I don't even know what I'd say. But I'd do anything to even just listen to you talk." Lando sighs before hearing someone clear their throat behind him, she scuffling of shoes on the dry grass. "Y/m/n."

"Lando...I wasn't sure if I'd ever see you back here." Y/m/n states making him quickly stand up. "She'd love those lilies."

"Yeah?" Lando smiles feeling a wave of grief drowning him.

Y/n's mum looks as hollowed out as he feels. He lost the the love his life but she lost her daughter. He remembers a comment his mum had made to his dad when they thought he wasn't listening about how a parent never imagines a day they have to bury their own child and how they couldn't imagine the type of pain.

Y/n always looked so much like her mum, pictures of y/m/n in her youth could be mistaken for pictures of y/n. Though a slightly different hair and eye colour combination. But the facial features and even body type were all replicated as if y/m/n had just cloned herself.

They were hurting enough just seeing Lando morph into a shadow of himself.

"How have you been, Lando?" Y/m/n asks then straining her smile. "And I mean really how have you been?"

"I don't know how to breathe without her." Lando admits feeling like maybe he's been neglecting to recognise that y/m/n might just be the one person in the world who can understand his pain. "And sometimes I don't want to wake up because I know that she's never going to be there again."

Y/m/n nods before taking a shaky breath in and smiling.

"And I don't understand how people can say it gets easier, because every single day it feels even harder than the last and I'm not even sure I want it to get easier because then I feel like I'll completely have lost myself."

He can't even stop himself when he moves forward and hugs the woman when he realises he's caused tears, but now he's also feeling tears trickle down his own cheeks.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be silly." Y/m/n frowns making swallow thickly then Lando decides he knows how he'd rather spend his day.

"Will you come to lunch with me? I have people I want to avoid and...I think I'd rather be with someone who...doesn't think the right thing to tell me is to just move on." Lando states earning a small smile.

"You could come to our house. I've been learning all sorts of new recipes and baking...the only way I know to kill the time. It still feels wrong doing it without an extra pair of hands but I think your company while I cook and then eating together will make up for it."

"I could try helping." Lando smiles feeling maybe the first spark of happiness in a long time. He almost forgot what it feels like. Though it's snuffed out as quick as it appeared, it still manages to keep up the smile because spending the day with someone who is a piece of y/n and he wants to keep hold of that.

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Driving Me Crazy pt 5 - LN

Summary: Lando ends up going to an illegal drag race and finds himself falling for the illegal racer, but does she feel the same and even if she does, is she willing to risk the exposure?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Being home, y/n realised how much she missed the boys and even just being able to get back into racing.

What she didn't expect was for her brother to appear at her door.

"You've been busy little sis." Y/b/n states looking around the house which she'd purchased in the time. "Nice, sturdy home you got here."

"Y/b/n..." Y/n smiles a little awkwardly before moving to hug him. "Came to watch me in my next race? It's tonight..."

"Always. Although that's not why I'm here." Y/b/n sighs leaning back. "But you already knew that."

"I suspected it...I didn't know it." Y/n mumbles before she swallows thickly. "I'm glad you're here though, I was going to call for your advice about some stuff."

Y/b/n might unimpressed by her lack of communication over the past few weeks while he's seen her name in headlines, splattered across social media with slander under her name over her choice of career which he knows is less than legal. But he's entirely to blame for her ever pursuing it.

When y/n begins to explain and relay the events of the past couple weeks, y/b/n sits and listens. Then she relays how Aaron and Tyler don't want her to give up on street racing, but it's been something she's been considering putting to an end for a while now.

"You could rent the house out. You bought it outright, yeah?" Y/b/n states hating to see y/n look so nervous over making a step in a different direction.

"Yeah." Y/n nods biting her lip. "But what if this is all the wrong thing to do?"

"Y/n, you reject people who scout and fight for you, who pay you to do illegal races in the hopes you'll accept an offer to not do it illegally. You are a wanted talent but if you think it's time for you to leave it behind. Then you've done your time. It's ok to decide it's not what you want to do anymore. Especially since you're dodging taxes with cash. You can't do that forever." Y/b/n teases earning a small smile. "You want to tell me about this F1 driver that you've got entangled with a bit then?"

"Depends, are you going to try and be all weirdly protective big brother about it?" Y/n mumbles making him pull a face. "He's really sweet and sort of clingy."

"He makes you feel wanted and needed. Your two weaknesses." Y/b/n chuckles knowing his sister is stupidly hyper independent, hence why she felt no shame in dumping her first boyfriend who also did street racing when she decided she could earn enough to support himself.

"Thanks." Y/n grumbles before he pats her knee in faux sympathy.

"Don't worry, I think it's great for you to feel wanted like that. He's a good guy from what I know and if he's the motivation you need to get yourself on the straight and narrow. I'm hardly going to find fault with him."

"So you think I should?"

"Yeah, put your stuff into storage, rent this place out and get yourself travelling with him. If he wants you there then it's harmless. Worst comes to worst, it doesn't work out. You come back, you can move back in here and you'll find work. It's not as if you don't have the connections to get a legitimate job."

"I have a few more races."

"Then do the races, take the money and go live your life. Mum and dad didn't raise us to be the type of people who don't take a risk." Y/b/n smiles always the supportive brother.

Aaron and Tyler were over the moon to see the two y/l/n siblings arriving for the race.

"Come on, baby girl. You're late." Aaron smiles linking hands with her to pull her towards the car. As he straps her in he seems to sense her quiet and reads her mind. "One of the last races?"

"Yeah."

"Glad I got to see them all then." Aaron smiles kissing her forehead.

Aaron has always been another brother figure in her life, he cares for her. He makes sure she's safe while racing and he celebrates harder and happier than even she ever has for her own wins. But he'd support her long after she has finished her career in street racing.

"Go make us proud, baby girl." Aaron smiles making her smile bad at him.

Y/n spoke to Lando earlier in the day, not quite giving any hint of her plans of what's coming.

When she watches Tyler drop the cloth, her mind is straight in the game. She's here to win and she's so focused she realises she doesn't even know who she's racing. But that's not unusual.

This race goes like they all go. She wins, and then she wins the next a couple days later and finally after a week. She's being strapped in one last time, Aaron looking almost nervous and sad.

"Hey, where's my favourite smile?" Y/n asks making Aaron look at her as he tightens the straps.

"Just relishing in the moment." Aaron whispers then sighing. "That F1 driver better take good care of you when you leave us for him."

"I don't need taken care of, you know that." Y/n jokes earning a small chuckle.

"He should anyway even if you decide to be difficult." Aaron shrugs then patting her head. "You go bring us one last win."

"One last win." Y/n smiles before he hugs her tightly.

"Make us proud, baby girl." Y/n smiles before he closes the door.

When the race is over, y/n can't make her usual quick get away. She's thrown away, she can't make any get away. They have a feast and eventually the crowd settles down to her core group who have been with her for longer.

At some point she finally heads back leaving her car with Aaron to take and pass onto someone else since he knows plenty of people who want to get into racing and need a decent car with a race winning history.

"I can't believe the old girl is retiring." Tyler jokes as he sits down beside her. "Street racing won't be the same without you. You're like the Hamilton, Schumacher, Vettel love child but illegal edition."

"Mmm...a real mongrel." Y/n giggles as he gives her a piece of chicken. "I'm not going to be gone forever, I still own property here and my brothers are in Australia."

"Brothers?"

"Y/b/n, Aaron...you." Y/n smiles nudging him lightly making him suddenly spill over with tears. "Oh Ty...Don't cry."

"I love you so much, y/n. We all want you to just be happy. That's all we want, I promise you."

"I know."

"But y/b/n is right that you need to go ahead and just live for bigger and better and more legal things. If you decide that boring stuff isn't for you, then you know we'll take you back." Tyler grins making her smile.

Y/n stays with them till dawn and eventually they get y/n home, saying their goodbyes. Aaron and Tyler are helping her pack up her stuff for storage and sorting through it to see what she wants to have with her while travelling.

Despite Lando and y/n talking daily, she'd sort of kept her news to herself. She wanted to surprise him and bring him the news about her decision as something to hopefully he'll be just as happy as her about.

When she lands in Italy and gets to the hotel Lando told her to go to, fans are actually outside the hotel and spot her. Shocked.

There'd been rumours of the two having a short-lived romance and proving to be a badly paired match.

When she gets to Lando's room, she bites her lip knocking on the door and as soon as it's open. Lando's scooped her up in a hug carrying her in and kissing her before plopping her down on a sofa while she laughs. He rushes to get her bags before closing the door and moving to lie with her, kissing her a few times.

"I have missed you so much, baby." Lando grins making her smile softly. "How was the flight?"

"Long...exhausting...but before I climb on your bed and curly up to sleep for hours. I need to tell you something." Y/n states biting her lip and suddenly feeling nervous.

What if he doesn't want her there for the races? What if this isn't something serious to him? What if this is far too much far too fast?

She'll have to do a walk of shame back home and into the arms of her friends but even they couldn't lick her wounds like she would need.

"You look like you're going to be sick." Lando states making her come crashing back down to earth from her thoughts. "What?"

"I...I'm not racing anymore...and I'm renting out my house, and if you'd be ok with it...I want to travel around with you-if that's ok." Y/n rambles out, swallowing thickly before she feels her face turning hot with a flush.

"You mean I get to have you here all the time?" Lando grins making her look at him and nod trying to bite back a grin. "That sounds like the best thing you could've came back and said...and we'll visit Australia whenever we can."

"I mean I might have to go back without you at some points. And New Zealand to see my parents at some point. But yes, we can definitely do that."

"And we can find ways for you to show the world your speed, maybe slightly more legally but not racing." Lando grins then kissing her a few more times. "We'll definitely get you in karts a lot more too."

"Will we?" Y/n murmurs jokingly then laughing when he rolls them just so she's on top of him instead.

Lando spends every spare moment of the weekend returning back to y/n and trying to include her in every single thing he's allowed.

The headlines pick up on y/n's presence along with fans but it blows over much faster and within a few races when they reach Canada, Lando's more than happily showing off his girlfriend with a lot of pride.

"I think you should be our new mascot or something." Lando declares as he places a bracket on her wrist. Using her as a place holder for the spare bracelets he can't fit on his wrist.

"No. I'm here to be your cheerleader." Y/n smiles then grinning when he leans down and kisses her. "I think I love your kisses the most you know."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Really." Y/n grins before she smiles and kisses him.

"Good. Because I love your kisses the most, and then probably your smile and following that up with the fact that you are probably the most naturally gifted person with speed in a car."

"Yeah, that is my three best qualities." Y/n laughs then tilting her head lightly and sighing. "For the record, Canada isn't as cold as I thought it might be in May."

"No. But it's not hot either. Stop trying to find ways to avoid putting on a jacket. This is not Australia."

"So bossy." Y/n giggles then hum as he lifts her up and lies her on the bed, his head lowering as he pushes up her baby tee and kisses her tummy. "Making it hard to layer up when you're moving to take my clothes off."

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