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i'm sorry but max being wasted af in vegas and naming out all the cars he would win wdc in if he drove them.. just to stop and make sure to point out he doesn't think he would win in ferrari's 2022 car is so wild to me.

like for charles' biggest critics, fumbling the wdc in 2022 is their biggest excuse and then there goes max, who just went on the biggest ego rant of his life, admitting to press that even he would break in ferrari's environment that year.

no one truly reps and backs up charles more than him and that's crazy

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Under the stars | CS55

Carlos Sainz x reader

summary: Where you and Carlos ditch the chaos of live for a spontaneous midnight drive, escaping to the mountains for some much-needed freedom. Away from the noise, where emotions spill over and sparks fly. Under the stars, it’s just the two of them, wrapped up in each other, where nothing else matters. tw: some ‘explicit’ kissing, mention of alcohol

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The night had a soft, intoxicating warmth. Madrid was alive, its streets buzzing with nightlife, laughter echoing between the cobblestones. Yet here, on the rooftop of a quiet, old hotel, it felt as if the city didn’t exist at all. It was just the two of you, sitting under a canopy of stars. Carlos leaned back against the railing, eyes dancing with a kind of playful mischief, like he had a secret he wasn’t quite ready to share. The glow of the city lights below caught in his dark hair, casting shadows over his sharp features. You couldn’t help but smile, tracing the rim of your wine glass with your finger as you watched him.

"Y/N," he said, voice low, leaning closer as if the words were meant only for you, "what if we left right now?”. You blinked at him, surprised, a soft laugh bubbling up. "Left? Where would we go?" He shrugged, but his eyes sparkled with something more serious than the carefree way he asked. "Anywhere. Doesn't matter. Somewhere we can forget everything. Just you and me."

Your heart skipped a beat. You knew he wasn’t talking about a random getaway, not really. It was more than that. He was talking about escaping the pressures, the expectations, the world that weighed on both of you. Carlos, the Formula 1 driver, always under the spotlight, always with the world watching his every move, especially since his move to Williams. You, caught somewhere between your own life and his fast-paced, glamorous world. You found the idea tempting. More than tempting.

You leaned back and looked at him through your semi-drink eyes, considering. “Just us? No races, no cameras?”

“No schedules, no sponsors. No one to tell us who to be or what to do,” Carlos added softly, his gaze locking onto yours. “We’d be free.”

Free. You thought about what that meant. Just you and Carlos, in a place where no one could touch you, no paparazzi flashing cameras in your face all the time, no pressure to play a part you weren’t sure you were ready for. Carlos reached out, his fingers playing with yours. Even that small touch made you hold your breath. Like the whole world could disappear with just one look, one touch. “Where would we go, Carlos?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking too loudly would shatter the fragile beauty of the moment.

He smirked, that boyish grin he got when he was about to do something reckless. "There’s this little village in the mountains. No one would find us there. We could take my car, drive through the night, and by morning… it would just be us."

Your mind painted the picture: winding roads, the hum of the engine beneath you, Carlos’s hand on the wheel, the world shrinking behind you as the horizon opened up. The thrill of not knowing where you were going, but knowing who you were going with. The adventure, the spontaneity, everything about it felt like something out of a dream. “You’re serious?” you asked, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt. He nodded, and there was something raw, something real in the way he looked at you. “I’m always serious about you.”

Your pulse quickened. He was offering you a chance to run away, even just for a little while, from the whirlwind of his world—the races, the fame, the constant noise. And you? You wanted it. You wanted him, and the quiet, and the unknown.

“Okay,” you said, barely believing the word left your lips. "Let's go for it." Carlos’s smile grew, full of excitement and relief all at once, and he stood up, offering you his hand. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.” You took his hand, and in that moment, you knew there was no turning back. The night stretched ahead of you, full of possibility. The kind of night where anything could happen. And with Carlos by your side, it felt like everything was possible.

The road was dark, lit only by the soft glow of the headlights and the occasional streetlight as you sped through the roads outside of the city. The hum of the engine filled the silence between you, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. It was peaceful, a quiet that said more than words ever could. Carlos glanced over at you, his hand resting on your thigh as he drove, thumb tracing soft circles on your skin. “I used to drive these roads all the time,” Carlos said, breaking the silence, his voice soft and warm. “Back when I was younger, before everything got so… loud.” You smiled, picturing a younger Carlos, racing through the same roads with that same grin on his face. “Do you miss it?” you asked. “Sometimes.” He paused, his eyes flicking from the road to you. “But not tonight.”

Your chest tightened at his words, at the way he looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered. Like, for once, he wasn’t thinking about the race ahead, or the pressure to win. It was just you.

As the car climbed higher into the mountains, the city below faded into the distance, the stars above becoming brighter, sharper against the deep, dark night sky. Carlos slowed down as you reached a small house, pulling over to the side of the road.

He killed the engine, and for a moment, the world was perfectly still. Carlos turned to you, his eyes soft, his hand still resting on your thigh. “We made it,” he said quietly, the corners of his lips curving into a small smile. You leaned over, resting your head on his shoulder. For a moment, the world was perfectly still, just the soft rustling of trees outside the car and the distant hum of the night. The weight of everything else—the noise, the expectations, the outside world, it all seemed to fade away.

“Yeah, we did,” you whispered back, your breath soft against the fabric of his shirt.

Carlos shifted slightly, turning to face you fully, his hand now trailing from your thigh to gently brush a stray strand of hair from your face. The look in his eyes was different now, more intent, more… intimate. His fingers lingered on your cheek, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Your heart fluttered at the words, at the way he was looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. The space between you felt charged, the air thick with an anticipation you couldn’t ignore. You leaned into his touch, your eyes locking with his, your breaths coming slower, deeper. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you that enough,” he continued, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw, the softness of your lips. “How much you mean to me.” Your heart skipped a beat at the tenderness in his voice. “You don’t have to say it,” you whispered, “I can always feel it.” Carlos’s smile widened, his eyes flickerinG between your lips and your eyes, as if he was waiting for permission. And when you tilted your chin up slightly, closing the small distance between you, he took it as an invitation.

His lips met yours softly at first, testing, but th second your hands found their way to his chest, pulling him closer, the kiss deepened. There was something slow about the way his mouth moved against yours, like he was savoring the moment, tasting every second. His hand slid from your face to the back of your neck, holding you there, keeping you close as if he never wanted to let go, which he indeed didnt want to do.

The kiss grew more urgent, and you could feel the way his breath hitched when your fingers tangled in his hair. Carlos pulled you closer still, his other hand finding the small of your back, guiding you into his lap effortlessly. The feeling of being so close, of feeling the heat of his body pressed against yours, sent a rush through you. Your hands roamed over his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath, the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingers. He was warm, solid, and the way he was holding you—like you were something precious made your own heart race. He pulled away just enough to catch his breath, his forehead resting against yours, his dark eyes searching yours in the dim light. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion, with desire. You looked at him, your hand cupping the side of his face, your thumb brushing over his cheek. “I think I do. you whispered back, leaning in to kiss him again, slower this time, savoring the moment just as much as he was.

Carlos’s hands tightened around your waist, pulling you closer against him, his lips trailing from your mouth to your jaw, then down to your neck, where he placed a series of soft, lingering kisses that left your skin tingling. Every touch, every kiss felt like a promise—like this wasn’t just a fleeting moment, but something real, something lasting. Your breath hitched as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot just below your ear, and you felt his smile against your skin, knowing exactly what he was doing. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and filled with something more than just desire—there was affection, care, and something deeper, something unspoken between you. “I want to be with you” Carlos whispered, his voice low and serious. “Not just now, not just tonight. Always.” Your heart clenched at his words, at the sincerity in his voice. You cupped his face in your hands, pulling him in for another kiss, this one softer, more tender. “I’m not going anywhere” you whispered against his lips.

The kiss that followed was slower, more meaningful. His hands moved up your back, his touch gentle but firm, grounding you in the moment, making you feel safe and wanted. You could feel the way his heart raced against yours, the way he held you like he was afraid to let go.

For a long moment, the two of you stayed like that—wrapped up in each other, your breaths mingling, the world outside the car fading away. It was just you and him, the quiet intimacy of being with someone who made you feel like you belonged, like you were exactly where you were meant to be. Carlos pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours, his breath coming in soft, shallow bursts. “You’re everything to me" he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if the words were too heavy, too important to say out loud.You smiled, your heart swelling with warmth, with love. “And you’re everything to me” you whispered back, brushing a soft kiss against his lips, sealing the promise between you.

The night stretched on, peaceful and still, the stars above shining brightly as the two of you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms, lost in the quiet, in the safety of knowing that in this moment right here, right now—nothing else mattered.

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AN: i genuinely hope you liked this little story i put together. During my two-and-a-half-week vacation, I spent some time writing in my notes app, and I have a few more stories lined up for you all. If you have suggestions for drivers or specific contexts you'd like me to explore, please share! I’m not quite comfortable writing smut yet, so I appreciate your understanding. Thank you so much for reading; it truly means a lot to me.

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Under the influence pt.2 | Lando Norris

part one: https://www.tumblr.com/33piastri/761255390980767744/under-the-influence-lando-norris

lando norris x reader

summary: Lando can’t stop partying, even though Y/N has vanished from his life. Desperate to fill the void she left, he keeps searching for her in the chaos, but no amount of partying can erase the emptiness or regret that’s slowly consuming him.

tw: angst, mentioning of alcohol, not proofread

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The weeks after that night in miami spiraled into a blur of lights, music, and nonstop partying. Lando was living on autopilot, chasing the high of podiums, the rush of feeling, or more like pretending to be on top of the world. But the more he tried to drown himself in all the chaos, the more something bothered him, an empty feeling that the music and all the bottles of alcohol couldn’t fill.

Y/N was gone. At first, he barely registered it—too caught up in the whirl of celebration. The clubs were still as packed as they were before, the beats still thumping in his chest, and the drinks still numbed the edges of his thoughts. But slowly, the absence became impossible to ignore, especially since his friends started bothering him with it too. The familiar face he’d always spot in the crowd, the one that made him feel grounded, like he was normal, was nowhere to be seen. And yet, he couldn’t stop. He kept partying, night after night, as if he could somehow party hard enough to forget she left him. Even as the realization sank in—Y/N wasn’t just skipping a few nights out, she had truly left and still he couldn’t stay away from the clubs. The crowds, the music, the endless stream of faces, they were all a poor substitute for what he’d lost, but he clung to them desperately.

Each night, his eyes would search the crowd, hoping for a glimpse of her, some sign that she hadn’t completely vanished from his life. But she was never there. Still, he kept going back, like a moth drawn to a flame, unable to resist the pull of the parties that had once been their world. At one point he didn’t know why he kept coming back, was it because he still had hope she would be there, or because he genuinely needed the parties. Even though he knew they were empty without her, even though he felt the ache of her absence with every beat of the music, Lando just couldn’t stop, not understanding why. He was trapped in a cycle of his own making, unable to break free, unable to face the void she had left behind.

He tried to shake it off at first, convincing himself that she was just busy, that she would show up eventually. But weeks passed, and still no sign of her. The more he thought about it, the more it gnawed at him. How had he let this happen? How had he let her slip away?

His mind raced with memories of her, of all the moments they’d shared—moments that he had taken for granted. He thought about the way she used to look at him, like he was the only person in the room, and how that look had faded over time, replaced by something he hadn’t noticed until it was too late. Regret twisted inside him, sharp and unrelenting. Every time he checked her profile, he hoped to see some hint that she missed him too, that she was struggling without him. But there was nothing. Just silence. And it drove him mad.

One night, after yet another party that left him feeling hollow, Lando found himself staring at his phone, Y/N’s number opened on the screen. He was drunk, the alcohol making him bold, or maybe just desperate. His finger hovered over the call button, his heart pounding in his chest.

Before he could think better of it, he pressed it.

The phone rang, and for a moment, he thought she wouldn’t answer. But then she did.

“Hello?” Her voice was cautious, wary. It was the first time he’d heard it in weeks, and it hit him harder than he expected.

“Y/N,” he breathed out, the sound of her name grounding him for the first time in what felt like forever. “I… I haven’t seen you in ages. Where’ve you been?”

There was a long pause on the other end, and he could almost picture her frown between her brows, considering whether or not to hang up.

“Lando, what do you want?” she finally asked, her tone tired with a slight of annoyance, like she had already given up.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, the truth spilling out before he could stop it. “I just… I miss you. I don’t understand why you don’t come to the parties anymore.”

He heard her sigh, and it cut through him, knowing that him not understand was everything she needed to know. “Because, Lando, those parties aren’t for me anymore. They’re for you and your world, a world I don’t fit into.”

“You do, though,” he argued, his voice slurring slightly as the alcohol fogged his thoughts. “You always did.”

“Not anymore,” she replied quietly, and he could hear the finality in her words. “I can’t keep watching you destroy yourself, pretending like it doesn’t hurt that you’ve changed. You’re not the Lando I fell in love with.”

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut, the truth in them undeniable. He had changed. He had let the fame, the victories, and the parties turn him into someone he didn’t recognize—someone who had pushed away the one person who truly mattered.

“Please, Y/N,” he pleaded, his voice cracking. “I need you. I’m so lost without you.”

There was another long silence, and for a moment, Lando thought she had hung up. But then she spoke again, her voice soft, almost resigned.

“I can’t be the one to save you, Lando. You have to find yourself first.”

The call ended, leaving Lando staring at his phone, the emptiness inside him growing with each passing second. He had lost her, not just from his life, but from his heart. And the worst part was, he knew it was his own fault. The music from the party still thumped in the background, but it felt distant, hollow. Lando realized that no amount of partying, no number of wins, could fill the void that Y/N had left behind. The parties that once felt like an escape were now just a painful reminder of what he had lost.

The next few weeks passed in a blur, but Lando couldn’t shake the sound of her voice from his mind. It haunted him, her words replaying over and over again, each time cutting deeper. The parties continued, the lights and the music trying to drown out the ache in his chest, but nothing worked.

He missed her. He missed the way she used to look at him, the way she used to make him feel like he was worth something more than just the fame and the wins. But now, all he had were the empty nights and the memories of what could have been.

And as the weeks turned into months, Lando slowly came to realize that he had made a choice. That had cost him the one thing that mattered more than any victory, more than any celebration.

He had chosen the parties over her. And now, he had to live with that choice, knowing that she would never come back.

Now he needed to better himself, not for her, but for himself.

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AN: wow guys…… I never expected anyone to read part one :o. honestly thank you for all the likes and if you have any request, please let me know. ly xo

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Under the influence | Lando Norris

part two: https://www.tumblr.com/33piastri/761602158807400449/under-the-influence-pt2-ln4

lando norris x reader

summary: After winning the Miami GP, lando is caught up in celebrating at a nightclub, ignoring Y/N. As he enjoys the attention, he doesn’t notice her slipping away. Only later, when it’s too late, he realised that while chasing success, he lost the person who mattered most.

Inspired by the Dutch song: onder invloed - Russo

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The Miami night was electric, the kind of energy that made you feel invincible. Lando was at the center of it all, the hero of the night, freshly crowned the winner of the Miami GP, and more importantly his first victory. The club was packed, bodies swaying under the strobe lights, drinks flowing freely. The music pounded through the speakers, an intoxicating rhythm that matched the adrenaline still coursing through Lando’s veins.

But for all the noise and celebration around him, Lando was oblivious to the one person who had been by his side through it all—Y/N.

She was there, just like she always had been for the past 4,5 years. But tonight, she was different, quieter, almost invisible in the swirl of people around him, she felt different. She had stood at the edge of the VIP section, watching as Lando drowned in the attention, surrounded by gridmates, friends and fans, everyone eager to get a hold of his glory. But he hadn’t spared his girlfriend a glance since the race ended.

It had been the same at the track earlier that day. Y/N had watched him cross the finish line, her heart pounding with happiness, pride and fear, waiting for that moment when his eyes would seek hers, that look they used to share after every race. But it never came. Instead, he had celebrated with his team, his focus entirely on the win, on the cameras, on everything but her. Y/N learned the heart way that love and sadness, indeed could live close together.

Now, in the club, as she watched him sip on another glass of champagne, laughing with people who didn’t know him the way she did, didn’t support him like she did the sinking feeling in her chest grew heavier. The Lando she knew, the Lando she loved, seemed to be slipping further away with every cheer, every flash of the camera.

The song playing now was one that Y/N knew well, one that seemed to capture her feelings in a way that nothing else could. The lyrics cut through the noise, the truth of them hitting her hard as she listened:

“At night, she’s my dream girl, in the club she’s a baddie, at night I’m head over heels, but during the day, not at all.”

The words echoed in her mind, a cruel reminder of how things had changed. She had once been his everything, the person he turned to when the world became too much and he trusted with all his secrets. But now, she was just another pretty face in the crowd, someone to be seen with at night, when the lights were low and the music loud, but forgotten in the harsh light of day, where attention really came to play.

Lando, oblivious to the storm brewing within Y/N, turned to Charles and Daniel, a wide grin on his face. The race had been tough, but he’d pulled through, his first ever win. He felt like he was on top of the world, and tonight was his night to celebrate. Another bottle of champagne was passed his way, and he accepted it with a wink, pouring himself another glass.

But as he did, a flicker of something crossed his mind—Y/N. He hadn’t seen her since the podium, hadn’t really seen her all day, if he was honest. But before he could think about it too much, Daniel grabbed his attention, and the thought was pushed towards the back of his mind once again.

Y/N watched the exchange, her heart tightening and shattering into a thousand pieces. She had never felt more out of place, more forgotten. The realization hit her with a sharp clarity, this wasn’t where she belonged anymore. Lando was drifting further away, caught up in a world she could no longer reach. She didn’t belong with Lando anymore.

Unable to bear it any longer, she turned and slipped out of the VIP section, weaving her way through the crowd, Kika trying to stop her, but she didn’t pay her any attention. She didn’t know where she was going, only that she needed to get out, to breathe. The walls of the club felt like they were closing in on her, the music too loud, the lights too bright.

She stepped outside, the cool Miami night air hitting her like a shock, but it wasn’t enough to clear the fog in her mind. The ache in her chest was almost unbearable, the weight of it dragging her down. She had to let go. She had to leave before she lost herself completely.

Meanwhile, inside the club, Lando was still caught up in the celebrations. But as the night wore on, something began to eat at him, a strange sense of emptiness that he couldn’t shake. He looked around again, a little more purposefully this time, searching for the one person who should have been by his side, but hadn’t been for the entire night.

“Where’s Y/N?” he asked aloud, a frown creasing his brow.

Carlos shrugged, not noticing the change in Lando’s demeanor. “Dunno, mate. Haven’t seen her in a while. She’s probably around.”

But Lando knew better. There was a sudden, sharp clarity in his mind, the lyrics of the song playing in the background finally piercing through the haze.

“Under the influence, I’m no longer myself.”

The words echoed in his mind, and suddenly, the weight of the night crashed down on him. He realized he hadn’t been himself—not for a long time. He’d been caught up in the race, in the fame, in everything that came with it, and in doing so, he’d lost sight of the one thing that truly mattered.

Panic set in as he pushed through the crowd, his eyes darting around, searching for her. But she was nowhere to be found. The emptiness inside him grew, a hollow ache that no amount of victory could fill.

“Y/N!” he called out, but his voice was drowned out by the music, by the laughter and cheers that still surrounded him. Desperation clawed at him as he realized what he had done—what he had let slip right through his fingers.

Finally reaching the exit, Lando burst out into the night, his eyes scanning the street frantically. But she was gone. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut, the cold truth settling in.

He had won his first ever race, but in doing so, he had lost her. The one person who had always been there, who had always believed in him, even when he didn’t believe in himself.

The Miami night, starting so full of life and energy, now felt empty, cold. Lando stood alone on the sidewalk, the weight of his choices pressing down on him. The taste of victory had turned bitter in his mouth.

He had been under the influence—of fame, of success, of everything but the love that had been right in front of him. And now, it was too late.

The song still played faintly from inside the club, a haunting reminder of what he had lost.

“Under the influence, I’m no longer myself…”

And for the first time in a long time, Lando felt the full impact of those words, realizing he had become someone even he no longer recognized.