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[destinyleclerc]

Right Sport, Wrong Time

[Lando Norris x Reader]

Y/N stood there watching her new boyfriend Lando Norris race around Silverstone. The papaya-orange McLaren vehicle disappeared in an instant. The others soon followed. The vehicles passed so quickly that a strong burst of wind blew in her way, sending shivers down her spine. Y/N felt a sense of exhilaration whenever she watched Formula One races. And it occasionally made her wish she was the one driving the car. She didn't realise it at the time, but a wave of jealousy swept over her.

Y/N envied her own boyfriend.

She became interested in Formula One when she was 14 years old. That is, she had basically spent her whole childhood living under a rock. She did, however, develop a deep interest for the sport and looked up to many of the drivers. She decided she wanted to be a driver quickly after discovering her passion for it.

The dream didn't survive long before it was shattered. Because she later realised that most drivers began racing at a very young age. Some are as young as three. And it was relatively expensive. She realised she didn't stand a chance and moved on to other aspirations.

She concluded that it was the right sport. Wrong time.

However, the envy lasted barely a second before the race ended. Lando finished third overall. To distract herself from the dreadful envy in her gut, she cheered for her partner like many other admirers.

From afar, Y/N applauded him as he celebrated with champagne on the podium. As they maintained eye contact, she blew him a kiss. He blew her a kiss and grinned uncontrollably. How could I possibly be envious of him? She sighed, feeling guilty.

Y/n made her way over to the driver's room where Lando relaxed after the podium celebration and the entire event concluded. When she opened the door, her gaze was drawn to him dozing on the couch. He awoke as she locked the door on her way in.

"There you are." He said with a tired smile.

He stood up and drew her into a close hug; she returned the hold, but with conflicted feelings. On one hand, she was overjoyed for him and proud of his accomplishment. On the other hand, she couldn't get rid of the feelings of jealousy and sorrow that she hadn't pursued her dream of becoming a driver.

But as Lando drew back and stared at her, she realised she couldn't let her envy overpower her affection and admiration for him. So she congratulated him with a sincere smile.

"Congratulations, Lando. You were amazing out there."

He beamed at Y/N and kissed her on the forehead. "Thanks, love. It means a lot coming from you."

After a few minutes of conversation, Lando gathered his belongings. "You coming to celebrate with me and the guys?" He asked.

"You go ahead. I might go back to our hotel room and get some sleep. I'm still really jet lagged."

"Oh, right! I forgot that you're not used to the whole travelling thing. Well, in that case, I'll come with you." Lando replied.

"And miss out on celebrating? I don't think so." She exclaimed.

Lando shrugged, "I'd rather celebrate with you while relaxing in bed any day."

"Landoooo," Y/N whined.

"Y/nnnn!" He said, clearly trying to mimic her.

"You know what? Fine. But if you regret your decision later don't blame me." She said with a huff of fake annoyance.

"Yes, ma'am."

They exited the driver's room hand in hand. Making their way towards the hotel.  Y/N still felt a pang of guilt, but she was grateful to be with the person she cares about.

Y/N sat on the couch alone, waiting for Lando to finish his shower. There was a movie on TV, but she wasn't paying attention to it. Instead, she kept herself busy by picking at her fingernails.

Suddenly, Y/N felt a pair of hands on her shoulders. She looked up and saw the top of Lando's curly brown hair. He said nothing and continued to gently knead her tense muscles with his fingers. He applied the perfect amount of pressure to ease the knots that had formed. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, savouring the warmth and care he offered.

However, Lando noticed her still distracted expression. He sat on the couch next to her, "is everything ok?" He asked silently.

Y/N hesitated before responding. She didn't want to dampen the mood, but she also didn't want to keep her feelings bottled up. "I don't know, Lando. I just feel a bit...jealous, I guess."

"Jealous? Of what?" Lando further questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Of you, and your passion for racing. I know it sounds silly, but sometimes I wish I could be out there on the track too," Y/N explained, feeling vulnerable.

"It's not silly at all, Y/N. I understand that feeling. And it's okay to feel jealous sometimes. But you have to remember that you have your own passions and dreams too. And just because you may not have been able to pursue racing doesn't mean you can't find something else that brings you joy and fulfilment."

Y/N looked at him, feeling grateful for his understanding and support. "Thank you, Lando. You always know just what to say."

Lando smiled and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "Of course, love. And also, if you do want to do racing. It doesn't have to be Formula One. You can do karting race events."

She nodded her head happily. "Yeah, ok!"

After a few minutes of them watching the movie in silence. Lando piped up again. "You know what?"

She turned to him and carried a confused look. "Yeah?"

"Let's go karting on the weekend. Just me and you. I'll give you a lesson."

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[destinyleclerc]

Vulnerability

Max Verstappen x Reader

summary: enemies to lovers, max and y/n sorting out their shit together after she finally beats him in a race.

"In P3, Y/N L/N drives past the chequered flag!!! Her first podium since making her F1 debut earlier this year! Now it appears that Max Verstappen is taking a break from winning! He's landed in P7!" David Croft declared loudly. The British Grand Prix ended with Charles Leclerc in the first place and Fernando Alonso in second. Y/N was proud of her performance; she and Charles both won points for Ferrari and were finally given the opportunity to compete in the constructors' championship.

Most importantly, Y/N enjoyed the fact that she received a podium because Max did not. When she joined Formula One, the two had a tense relationship and were fiercely competitive. Yet, it's not like she was ever a top contender. Due to this, the rivalry puzzled both fans and teammates. At times, even Y/N was confused by it. But deep down, she was aware of her feelings for the Dutch driver, however she decided to disregard them. And as a result, she developed a strong hatred for him.

"Well, Y/N, your first podium in Formula One! What are your thoughts?" During the post-race press conference, the interviewer questioned her. A passionate grin grew across her face as she turned to face Charles to her left. "Ah! I mean, I wasn't expecting it so fast, but this was a terrific result for Ferrari. So, yes, I am quite pleased, and I'd love to have more of these podiums in the future."

As more questions were asked and answered, it came down to the final question of the night. "L/N, given you and Max's on-and-off-track rivalry......" As his name was spoken, Y/N got butterflies, and her train of thinking veered away.  Until she was abruptly brought back to reality. "Y/N?" Charles nudged her leg softly with his. "I'm sorry,  what was the question?"

"With you and Max's rivalry, I was wondering how you are feeling since you have finally beaten him in a race," the interviewer said again.

"I'm feeling really good about it." She giggled faintly as she responded.

She enjoyed the fact that she finished ahead of him. That meant he'd pay her more attention. And Y/N craved it.

The post-race press briefings were finally over, and the drivers returned to their hotel. She spoke with Charles while they stood in the elevator.

"I don't understand." He said this while amused.

She smiled as she turned to face him. "Understand what?"

"I don't understand how you and Max dislike each other and yet you're put on the same hotel floor. This sort of thing happens all the time."

"I know! I promise you, if I could change it, I would. Oh, and speaking of floors, this is mine." She exited the elevator, and the two teammates exchanged short goodbyes. Y/N couldn't remember her room number, so she murmured it under her breath. "2-1-3, 2-1-3, 2-1-3." She heard a loud thump as she passed by a door. She returned to the front of the door, turning her head.

She pressed her hand to the doorknob, seconds from the attempt to open it. It's probably locked anyway. She thought to herself as she drew her hand back. But what if someone is injured? The thought made the decision for her; she twisted the knob, and the door, surprisingly, was not locked. Y/N cautiously opened the door and peered inside. During the entire size of the room, she saw nothing but darkness. Except when light from the corridor shined into the room, allowing her to see who was sitting at the end of the bed. Their head was perched on their palms, which also concealed their face. Was this person crying?

"Hello?" She spoke quietly. The person looked up, surprised at the unexpected company. It was still dark, but Y/N didn't need to see the person's face to figure out who it was.

It was Max.

He sprang up quickly and shut the door behind her, turning on the light. "Y/N? What are you doing here?" He moved a few steps away from her, attempting to hide the dried tears on his face. Yet it was pointless. Because Y/N happened to see hat he had been crying and she saw the object that had caused the loud noise, which was scattered around the floor.

"Are you all right?" She asked, entirely ignoring his own question.

"What does it matter to you?" Max gave a gruff response before starting to sweep up the strewn objects on the ground. An excuse to avoid looking at me. Y/N considered. "It doesn't matter to me. I'm just trying to keep my only good opponent on the grid from quitting just because he didn't win one race."

Max scoffed and rose from his crouching position. He stood directly in front of her, making eye contact. "I'm not going anywhere. You happy?"

Y/N shook her head and laughed to herself. Making him slightly confused. "Then why are you so frustrated? You came seventh, isn't that good enough?"

Max stared at her blankly, before he answered simply. "No. It isn't." 

His answer made her laugh yet again.

"What? You enjoy seeing me fail just so you can feel better about yourself? is that it?" He retorted.

"I do. Yes." 

Max closed the gap between them, only inches apart from her. It made her heart beat ten times faster. "You're pathetic." He whispered. 

"Same goes to you."

He pushed her up against the wall and kissed her rather harshly. He pulled away for air, "I still hate you." 

As they made out with a fiery passion, Y/N overthought everything and pulled away. "No, no, no, this shouldn't be happening. You're just using me as a distraction." She turned away from him and stood there for a minute. Trying to process everything. Until she heard sobs coming from behind her. 

She turned back around and saw Max sitting up against the bed with his hand held up to his mouth to lessen his sobs. 

"Max..." Y/N uttered. 

He controlled his crying and looked up at her with bloodshot eyes. "I am sorry. I really am. I just- when I don't win a race my dad gets really bad and gives me a lot of stress. I didn't want to take it out on you."

She nodded her head in understanding. "I think it's best if I go." After she said that, she turned to walk out the door. But he softly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back in. "Wait- there is something that I need to tell you. And then you can leave and you never have to talk to me again." 

She sighed, "Ok."

"I never hated you. I found you interesting and unique. I even told my father about what I thought of you. But because of how highly he prioritises my racing, he told me to get over it, and that you would only distract me. He said that I should see you as an enemy."

"Max I-"

"No, shut up, let me continue.  Anyway, so after all of that, I blamed you for my liking towards you. Instead of myself. But now, I want that. I want these distractions in my life so that I can finally be free of my dad's grasp."

Y/N then realized something. Something she wished that she had noticed before. Max could tell that she knew something.  She felt his breath fan across her ear as he whispered something to her.

"Say what's on your mind." 

She took a deep breath and whispered back, "You don't like losing races because of him..."

"Correct."

"I liked you as well. I tried hiding it and it made me hate you. So we have similar situations." She blurted. Not wanting to hold in the truth anymore as well. 

The two stared deeply at each-other. Suddenly having a stronger understanding of one another and a deeper connection. Max leaned in, his breath now gave her butterflies. "Can I kiss you again?" He asked quietly. Yes. She so desperately wanted to say yes. She had craved his touch for so long.

"Fuck it." She said before pushing him onto the bed and kissing him like her life depended on it. 

Because it did.

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