#also between you and me lando should take the deal

[formula-fun]

I was literally saying back in June that Max seemed like he didn't want Daniel as his teammate again tho because all his life hed said he wouldn't want Charles as a teammate and then suddenly he DID and was saying it could be fun and then Charles was talking to Red Bull execs a lot and all of a sudden there were rumors that Ferrari was rushing to resign him a year early and then his entire energy changed and he was way more chill at races and didn't seem to care so much when Carlos beat him and was happy to sacrifice his own points and be a team player because he had the security to do so!!! because he'd already resigned even though it hadn't been confirmed, but they couldn't confirm it because it would bring up questions about carlos they weren't ready to answer!!

and then it came out that Christian and Helmut were in a power struggle and Christian wants Daniel back in the team and Helmut doesnt and Max is siding with Helmut who has always had final say on decisions like drivers because he's known for being a really really good talent scout and he was one of the parties that was interested in signing Charles while he was with Sauber, and he'd accept Lando instead and Max would accept Lando instead because he said that back in June, but Christian wants Daniel, and Max is smart ok, max is pr trained and he grew up in this team and he knows how to throw his weight around. Max threatens to retire at 31 when Red Bull doesn't pay him enough, and apparently now he threatens to sign with Ferrari at 31 because Red Bull don't give him one of his chosen teammates. i saw this through the power of prophecy it came to me in a dream its all coming together. this drama has been months in the making and i know its source. apollo kissed me square on the lips

[f1goat]

roommates ; lando norris + part one

In which you have to live with your brothers best friend who you really don't like, Lando Norris, and his many 'girlfriends' for a while, but there's always a thin line between love and hate.

masterlist - playlist

lando norris x fem!verstappen reader tw: nothing much yet expect that Lando is a player + i don't proofread + smut will come next chapters!

“You’re kidding me.”

Max is standing in front of you, he can barely withhold his laugh. You can see the first signs of his laugh by the way his mouth corners are up. You’re not focused on your brother and his stupid laugh, you’re focused on his best friend. Lando Norris, who’s holding out his hand to you with a silver key in it. You can only hope that this is some sort of prank, but it doesn’t seem like it.

“No,” Max tells you, “We’re getting renovations and the backup apartment only has two bedrooms.”

“I can sleep on the couch?” You offer hopeless. 

“Lando has a room for you,” your brother replies, “and he’s barely home, so what’s the big deal?”

“He’s Lando,” you sigh annoyed. 

Lando has been silent before, but this time he speaks up as well. Almost annoyed he grunts, “He’s standing here. You should be grateful instead of acting like a -” “Lando,” Max is quick to interrupt him. Now that Lando thinks back about the words he was going to say, maybe it’s better that Max interrupted him. Calling you a brat who needs to get laid, by him, wouldn’t make him more popular by you. Oops. 

“See,” you say with an annoyed look at Lando, “I’ll book a hotel because this is the worst idea ever.” 

“You’re going to live in a hotel room in Monaco for a good month or two?” Max asks you surprised, “I’m not paying for that.” 

“Babygirl,” Lando starts. You try to silence him with a angry glance, but it doesn’t work. Since the last couple weeks he keeps calling you babygirl, princess or some other terrible nickname. You can’t get him to stop. “I’ll behave,” Lando continues.

“See?” Max asks you with the same tone you used with him earlier. 

“Until you beg me to misbeha-” 

“Lando for fucks sake,” Max grunts while interrupting his friend again. “I told you it was a bad idea for you to be included in this conversation, you’re only making things worse.”

Lando finally gets the hint and walks away from the room, leaving Max and you alone to talk about all of this. When he’s standing in the hallway, he can’t help himself to stay close by the door. Maybe he can hear something of what you’re saying. In the mean time he looks at his phone, he notices multiple new messages on different platforms. When he opens a couple snaps he’s greeted with nudes from girls he barely recognizes, sometimes with the question when they will see him again. It annoys him. There aren’t many girls who understand that a one night stand is for only one night. He ignores the snaps. 

“Max you can’t expect me to live with him,” you tell your brother angrily, “He’s a literal man whore.  I will probably stay awake every night that he’s home because he always brings some girl with him.”

“I bet that if you ask him to be a bit more quiet, he’ll do so,” Max disagrees with you.

“Still,” you sigh, “We don’t like each other. Lando and I aren’t friends like the two of you. We’re always arguing.” 

“Why don’t you like Lando?” Max asks you, “I mean, you’re often the one who starts with the arguments.”

“That’s now!” You quickly defend yourself, “Earlier it was always Lando who started things. Whenever you left he would always tease me with something.”

Max doesn’t reply this time. You continue to whine about living with Lando. “Can’t you live with Lando? I’m sure Kelly would like it if I’m taking your place.” This time Max chuckles, but he still shakes his head.

“I don’t have another solution then this,” Max tells you eventually. He doesn’t tell you that Lando begged him to let you stay at his place during the renovations. Max also doesn’t tell you that he probably can rent you another apartment for a while, or could have found a place for himself, Kelly, Penelope and you. Lando owns him a lot after this. 

“Am I really going to live with Lando?” 

“Just for a while,” Max replies with a small smile. It seems like you finally agreed. 

Lando is smiling even more on the other side of the door. He’s glad that he’s standing here and hears this. His plan worked. At least, the first step of like a billion steps worked out for him. When he hands you his keys five minutes later, the smile is still plastered on his face. 

+++

“We need some ground rules.”

Lando looks away from the street in front of him to throw a short look at you. The two of you are sitting in his car, much to your disliking. He waited at Max his place until you were done with packing so he could take you with him. While packing your stuff, you kept wondering why you decided to live with Max in Monaco, since it caused this drama. 

“Ground rules babygirl?” Lando asks you. He tries to focus on the road again, but he feels distracted with you this close next to him. 

“Rule one, no more calling me babygirl,” you mutter annoyed. 

“Nope,” Lando is quick to answer. 

Before you can say anything else, Lando speaks up again. “Let’s talk about your rules later, I’m trying to focus on driving.”

“Didn’t know that a formula one driver had trouble with normal car driving,” you mutter. 

Lando laughs softly. You’re without a doubt the most annoying girl he knows, but he wants nothing more then to make you his annoying girl. That can’t be good. It really can’t be. You on the other hand aren’t laughing, you’re still annoyed by everything that happened and is going to happen. You try to distract yourself by wondering about Lando his apartment: how would it look? You expect it to be all manly. Probably no decor, only formula one stuff and more like that. 

When Lando parks his car in an underground garage, he’s quick to tell you about how things work in the apartment complex. “If you want, you can park your car here as well,” he tells you after giving a whole explanation about getting in the garage after hours. 

“I don’t have a car,” you tell Lando, “I always used one of Max’s.”

“Oh, you can use one of mine then if you need a car,” Lando simply states without even thinking about it. You don’t know what to say. When looking at the multiple cars that are parked on spots that match with Lando his apartment number, you can only wonder what they cost. He is really offering you to use his expensive cars whenever you like? “I’ll show you where the keys are later,” Lando continues, “you don’t have to ask if you want to use them.”

“You’re kidding right?” You ask surprised. Lando is already shocking you. Normally the two of you are always bickering, mostly because of you, so it doesn’t make any sense to you that he’s offering something big like this. 

“No babygirl,” he replies, “you can use every one of them.”

“Even your McLaren?” You ask while looking at the special McLaren that Lando owns. 

“Even the McLaren.”

You can’t stop yourself and grin. This is a nice thing. Max is always really protective over his cars, certainly the ones who mean a bit more to him or were more expensive. Lando doesn’t seem to care as much. You already can’t wait to try his cars. 

Together with Lando you use the elevator to get to his floor. You’re getting more curious about Lando his apartment. Lando on the other hand is thinking about something else. He wonders about how you will be in his apartment. Since Max told him about those renovations, he couldn’t help himself and kept imagining living together with you. Seeing it as his big chance to finally show you that he’s not some little boy anymore and maybe to connect a bit more with you. He hopes that he finally can make sure that you get to know the real him. But he doesn’t have a plan for that yet. 

When Lando opens the door and drags your suitcase inside with him, you feel the reality of the situations washing over you. This is it. You’re really living with Lando for now. It feels weird. Lando and you have a complicated past. It’s not as bad as it was before, but you do have a strong opinion about him. And it’s not a positive one. 

You remember all those discussions between Lando and you. The times he teased you until you exploded at him. Or the times you started it and made him crazy. Before it could be simple, but when Lando started his ‘fuck boy era’ - at least, that’s how you call it, you’re even more annoyed by him. Every time he comes over he seems to have some sort of story about a random girl who landed in his bed. It annoys you. 

“So, what do you think?” Lando pulls you out of your thoughts. Slowly you walk inside his apartment. It’s big. Even bigger then you already expected. About the other things you were kinda right. The interior is nice, but it seems basic. He probably called a specialist once, who made sure he has a nice interior. It’s not bad, but it’s not personal. You miss the simple personal touches. It feels a bit stoic. 

“Looks good,” you tell Lando. 

“And now your honest opinion?” Lando sees right through you. 

“It’s nice,” you say before being honest, “but I miss the personal touches.” 

Lando smirks. “Maybe you can take care of that one day,” he jokes. Or better said, he says it like it’s a joke but he would love it if you would actually make his apartment more homey. But you can start with being here. 

“Let me show you the rest,” Lando tells you. He grabs your arm and takes you with him. You’re surprised by the way he searches physical contact with you. Even more surprised with the way it feels. Lando shows you the apartment. You’re quick to find out which room has a few personal touches, his game room. If you should call it that at least. Multiple helmets and trophies are standing in shelves leaning on the walls. 

Lando doesn’t give you a lot of time to look around at his personal belongings. The same thing happens with his own bedroom. You can barely see his bed and then he closes the door again. He takes you with you to the bathroom, before finally showing you the guest bedroom. 

“Think this is okay?” He asks you a bit nervous. You don’t notice the nervous tone in his voice. Slowly you look around in the guest room. It seems nice. There’s plenty room for all your stuff and the bed seems pretty comfortable. You even spot some fresh flowers on the bedside table. Did Lando get those? You can’t imagine it, it must be the doing of his cleaner or something. 

Lando sees the way you look at the fresh flowers. He wonders what you’re thinking right now. You probably don’t think that he has bought them himself. He knew beforehand that if you would move in with him, that it would happen today. So earlier this morning he went to the flower shop to get some fresh flowers for your room. Hoping it would make you feel a bit more at home. He doesn’t tell you that he bought them. You probably won’t believe him anyway. 

“Yeah,” you reply to Lando earlier question, “this is fine.”

“I hope you don’t snore,” Lando jokes, “the walls are thin.”

“Then I hope you don’t take a girl with you every night,” you throw back. 

“Jealous?” Lando questions you with a raised eyebrow. 

“All though, I don’t think I’ll hear the girl much,” you continue, “You’re probably more concerned about your own pleasure.”

“Fucking hell babygirl,” Lando grunts annoyed, “Just wait until you find out how concerned I am about your pleasure.” 

You try to withhold any sort of reaction to be shown. Inside you’re going crazy. Lando always makes remarks that are a bit on the bold side, but he never made them this sexual. Fuck. You can’t think about stuff like this. 

“That brings me back to my earlier statement, we need some rules,” you tell Lando.

“I need rules in my own home?” He asks you surprised. Of course he knew this was coming, but after your remarks Lando isn’t making this easy for you. 

“Yes,” you sigh, “because otherwise we’re going to fight every day.”

“Maybe I like that,” Lando continues to annoy you. 

You let out a sigh. Lando lets out a soft chuckle. It’s so easy to tease you. He knows he should stop, but you know what they say, right? Boys always tease the girls they like the most. He walks back to the living room with you and offers you something to drink before getting on the couch next to you. 

“What rules do you suggest, babygirl?” He then asks you. 

“One, no more calling me babygirl,” you tell him just as you did earlier today.

“Nope,” Lando states, it’s the same answer he gave you the first time. You don’t react to his no, you continue with the rest of your rules. 

“Rule number two, I don’t want to meet every other girl you bring here,” you say. 

“Afraid you’d get jealous?” Lando asks you teasingly. He can only hope that it’s like that, but he knows better. You’re not jealous of those girls. He understands this rule, it would be a mess if he needed to explain to every girl why you’re living with him and that you’re not his girlfriend. Plus, maybe he should stop bringing this many girls to his apartment. His phone is blowing up by the ones who he gave his number, a lot of them expect something more - while he made clear it would be a one time thing. And maybe, really maybe, it’s not fair for those girls that he uses them to forget about you for a bit. 

Some stupid plan that doesn’t even work anyways. Every time a girl is laying underneath him, he can only imagine that it’s you. He wonders how it would feel when it was actually you. How you would sound. There have been many girls, but he thinks about the same girl every time. You. 

“That’s okay,” Lando responds to your rule, “I’ll try.”

You nod satisfied. “And maybe you can also tone it down a bit with the sexual remarks towards me?” You ask him after your succes.

“No, no,” Lando quickly replies, “I want to say to you what I think.” 

You roll your eyes, but don’t say anything else on the subject. “How do you want to do this Lando?” You ask him eventually. “Do you want to live together or next to each other? Want to have dinner together or? I really don’t know how this can work.”

“Let’s try to live together,” Lando tells you hopefully, “We can have dinner together and inform each other a bit about when we’re home or not.”

“Sure?” You ask surprised. You expected him to chose the other option.

“Sure babygirl.”

+++

That evening the two of you decided that Lando could have a cheat day with his healthy diet. Together you ordered some take out. 

“Remember when you DM’ed this girl to get McDonalds with you,” you tease when Lando offers to order some McDonalds. He sends you an angry glare. “She didn’t seem to interested,” you continue to tease. 

“Are you going to eat McDonalds with me or not?” Lando asks you annoyed, “because otherwise I’ll find a girl who will.”

After eating together, you decided to test out the bathroom by taking a shower. When you walk in nothing more then a small towel wrapped around your body back to your bedroom, you decide that you will unpack and organize tomorrow. For now you only need to find something to sleep in. You rummage through your bagage, but there’s no pyjama in sight. Fuck. Clothes are quickly scattered around on the bedroom floor. 

“Fuck,” you mutter. 

You wonder if Lando has something you can wear for tonight, tomorrow you can get your other stuff. In nothing more then a towel on your body, you walk out of your room and start to search for Lando. You hold the towel closely to your body, not wanting to flash Lando. He isn’t in the living room or kitchen, you continue to search. When you hear noises coming out of his game room, you softly knock on the door. 

“Lando?” You ask while knocking again. 

In no time the door is opened. Lando is standing in front of you. You feel a bit distracted when you look at Lando. In some weird way you can’t stop looking at him. The earlier hoodie he was wearing has made place for a white blouse. It suits him. He looks so fine. Fuck. 

“Can I borrow one of your shirts?” You ask him.

Lando doesn’t know what to think, or what to say, or what to do. His eyes are glued on the towel that’s wrapped around your body. Is it really the only thing you’re wearing right now? He can’t even think or function properly right now. He can’t look away from your almost bare body. Fuck, he already knows what he’s thinking about the next couple times while trying to orgasm. Your body looks even better then he already thought. He notices your curves and the way the towel accentuates them even more.

“Did you hear me?” It’s your voice that pulls him out of his thoughts.

“Oh no sorry,” he quickly mutters. He tries to look you in the eyes, but his eyes keep hanging on your body. He focusses on your breasts which are almost in his sight. It’s not hard to miss that you’re a bit cold, your nipples are coming through the towel. 

“I wondered if you have something for me to sleep in?” You ask Lando again, surprised he didn’t hear you the first time. “I forgot my pajamas at home.”

“Of course,” Lando quickly replies. He takes you with him to his bedroom and searches through his closet for a bit. When he found a particular shirt, he’s quick to hand it to you. It’s not a coincidence that he chose a shirt with his name all over it. He hopes he’s going to see you into it. Within seconds you have left him alone again. 

Lando sighs and walks back to the other room. This is going to be hard for him, but he can only hope that he’ll manage to win your heart eventually. When his phone vibrates, he quickly looks at it. 

Max: Explain how I’m FaceTiming with Y/N and seeing her in one of your shirts already???

writers note ; don't really know yet how i'm going to write this one, so every idea is welcome :) let me know if you want to be added to the taglist! ps; i changed the playlist link to a new one

part two

[golden-cherry]

deal - cl16 (37/?)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader

Series Summary: Your whole life has gone to shit. Your boyfriend broke up with you, you just lost your job and the Monegasque, who suddenly stands in your doorway, claims that it’s his apartment.

Chapter Summary: The night on the boat comes to an end.

Warnings: 18+ (female masturbation (vaginal fingering), light voyerism (auralism), mentions of: sex, oral, choking, cream pie, free use (if you squint you'll miss it)), fluff

Word Count: 4k

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A/N: happy Lando win everyone!!! feedback is appreciated! love ya.

“I think it's fantastic that you want to work with me,” Charles mumbles into the mirror as you brush your teeth in the tiny bathroom of the boat. 

It's now one o'clock in the morning, the cocktail glasses and shot glasses have been rinsed and are halfway tidily stowed away - the alcohol has put a spanner in the works when Charles accidentally dropped a glass. 

“I thought so,” you reply with a grin. “Otherwise you wouldn't have given me the contract for Christmas.” You spit the toothpaste foam into the sink and wash your mouth out with water. “But I'm also glad that you want to work with me. It really means a lot to me.”

Charles smiles at you. “Of course I want to work with you,” he replies and rinses his mouth out too. “Did you really think I'd bring someone else onto my team when my best friend is perfect for the job?” 

You look at him incredulously. “You didn't know if I was perfect for the job.”

Charles' cheeks flush a little. “Okay, you got me,” he admits. “I only knew the pictures you took for the magazine. And the pictures from Kika. But my gut told me it was the right decision.” He smiles lovingly at you. “Just like it was the right decision to share our first apartment.”

Warmth shoots into your face. Touched by his words, you look down. “I agree.” 

When you look at him again, he smiles fondly. “Best deal I've ever made.” He puts his toothbrush in his pocket and doesn't even realize how much his words touch you. “Are you looking forward to spending so much time with me?”

“Of course,” you reply, ”after all, thanks to you, I can travel the world and earn money at the same time.”

Charles rolls his eyes in mock annoyance. “Isn't my company enough for you? Isn't that enough of a reward?” he teases you and leans against the doorframe while you brush your hair. 

“That, my dear, is an incredibly nice perk.”

“Of course,” Charles grins and follows you back into the bedroom. 

You stop in front of the large bed before turning to your roommate. “Who's sleeping where?”

“You can have the big bed. I usually use it when I go out on the boat in the summer, but you're welcome to take it. I'll just take one of the small ones,” he offers. 

You shake your head vehemently, only to regret it for a moment - the alcohol has affected you a little more than you thought. “But it's your boat and your bed. You should have it.” You purse your lips. “Besides, you've had a lot more to drink than I have. You'll definitely need the whole place to sober up.” You can barely suppress the grin on your face. 

“It was maybe two or three shots more. And only because you just poured them without me being able to resist,” he defends himself. “A small bed is enough for me. Take the big one, please.”

You remember the two of you standing in front of the bed in your first apartment after spending the evening at Kika's. How you agreed to share the bed so that he wouldn't get a sore back. And you're only too happy to offer to share the bed in front of you again - but with the ulterior motive that there are still several beds actually free and you want to maintain a healthy distance between you, you can't suggest sharing the bed without it seeming strange. 

“All right,” you finally concede and smile at him. “Thanks.” You rummage through your bag looking for your sleeping clothes until you realize you've left them at home. “Shit.”

“What is it?” your friend asks, pulling a shirt out of his backpack. 

You rub your forehead with your hand. “I forgot my sleeping clothes.”

Charles laughs. “I told you there was a chance we could spend the night here.” He shakes his head with a smile and tosses you the shirt in his hand. “Here. I've got a second one with me.”

Without having to move much, you catch the shirt. The fabric is soft and warm in your hand. “Are you sure? I don't want you to -”

“Don't worry,” he interrupts you before pulling something else out of his pocket and throwing it in your direction. They are short sports shorts. “I don't have any more shorts with me, but I can sleep in a shirt and boxer shorts if you don't mind.”

You're glad that the lights inside the boat are dimmed - at least he can't see you swallowing hard to get rid of the frog in your throat. “All good,” you smile tightly and put your shirt and shorts on the bed behind you, ”thanks.”

“Not an issue,” he returns your smile and his gaze falls briefly to his clothes on your bed before he looks you in the eye again. “I - um - I just need to take a shower. I hope you don't mind.”

“Go on.” You sit down on the edge of the bed. “I don't think I'm going to fall asleep within the next few minutes. Besides, there are still a few things upstairs. I can just go and get them. Then you'll have a little more privacy.”

“Okay,” he says. “See you in a bit.” He disappears around the corner, where he then enters the bathroom. When you hear the door close behind him and the water running, you get up from the bed to change. You take off your sweater, shirt and bra and quickly slip Charles' shirt on. As his scent envelops you, you lift the collar to your nose like a woman possessed and breathe in the scent. 

You miss his closeness, the feel of his skin on yours. You long for his warmth, the pressure of his embrace. But you can't tell him that without making a fool of yourself, so you silently take in his scent and let the soft fabric fall back onto your body. It almost feels like one of his hugs - but only almost. 

You quickly change into his shorts before folding your clothes neatly and placing them next to your bag on the couch. On bare feet, you walk up the stairs and towards the sun bed. You carefully put the bottles of schnapps and wine back in the basket and try to carry them as carefully as possible. As you walk down the stairs - almost staggering from the alcohol - you can't suppress the clinking. You put the basket down in the kitchen before going back upstairs to get the cushions. 

As you step onto the last step with the cushions in your hands, you stand frozen. 

“Oh fuck” - "just like that’"- ”you - fuck - your mouth feels so good”

Shocked, you stand still on the stairs as if you've been superglued there, your fingers digging into the cushions. 

“You can take it” - "I know, mon amour, I know" - “You're so tight, mon amour”

From where you are, you can hear the water from the shower pattering on the floor. The click of a shower gel bottle being closed. And Charles' voice, panting, echoing through the rooms. 

“So good for me” - "My good little girl" - ”All this just for me”

Heat rises to your face and the blood pulses in your ears as Charles - what? Touching himself in the shower? Doesn't he know you're down here? And is the bathroom door so thin that you can hear him?

You should go upstairs, give him his space and not listen to him pleasuring himself and moaning. But you can't move - you stand rooted to the spot on the last step of the stairs and can do nothing but stare towards the bathroom door. You hear him panting, cursing and the water splashing until your heart is pounding so hard you can almost hear it. 

“Want to stay in your pussy forever,” Charles moans. Is he thinking of someone in particular? Or does he just have a piece of porn playing in his head? 

“You take me so well,” you hear the Monegasque sigh - and it's as if your legs are moving on their own. 

It feels wrong as you lie down in the big bed and slip under the covers. And it feels even more wrong as you spread your thighs. You hear a grunt from the bathroom and the sound shoots straight to your pussy.

Without hesitation, you let your finger glide through your folds and gather your arousal, while your free hand slides under your shirt to slightly pinch your nipple. You bite your lip to stop you from moaning.

„Fuck, mon amour – yes, just like that“, you hear Charles from inside the bathroom as you start to slowly circle your clit. You imagine him standing in the shower, his hand gently stroking his cock and eyes closed. 

The touch of your finger is gentle, not too much but not enough as the motion makes you squirm. You can almost feel yourself dripping on the fabric of his shorts just from thinking about him. 

You think about the dream you had of him, the way it felt so real. How he kissed your heated skin, the way his fingers slid inside you and you shamelessly moaned into his mouth. 

Your finger slides lower, playing with your opening and as Charles groans in the bathroom about „how good you feel around him“ you slide your digit in. You bite into the pillow, drowning out the moans as you pump your finger in and out, while your other hand slides down to play with your puffy clit, your chest rising with every stroke of the pad of your finger against that spot inside you that just feels right. 

You think about the way his thigh felt on your pussy, how he rocked you back and forth, his hand on your throat and his glossy eyes. Tears well in your eyes from the pleasure you’re giving yourself, your hands slick with your wetness and the shorts probably ruined. But you don’t care. All you can think about is Charles as you slide another finger inside. 

Charles, who's standing a few feet away from you in the shower. Charles, who probably fists his cock, looking absolutely devine as the water runs down his chiseled body, helping him finish off faster. Charles, who you wish would get out of the fucking shower, so he could see the mess you’re making in his clothes, on his bed, on his boat.

Charles, who you wish would take you apart, splitting you on his dick as he tells you how pretty you look. How tight you are for him. How good you feel. 

Charles, who you would let do anything to you. Whatever he wants, in any way he wants. You belong to him, body and soul. 

„Come for me, mon amour, so I can fill you up“, he moans loudly and with one last pump of you fingers you come undone, not for you, but for him – even though he doesn’t know. 

Your breathing is ragged as you try to come to your senses, your fingers still thrusting in and out of your drenched folds at a leisurely pace, prolonging your orgasm. You twitch from being on the edge of overstimulation, but you don’t care. Your mind is consumed by the moaning Charles in the bathroom.

When you hear the shower turn off, you quickly wipe your hands on your shirt and pull the blanket up to your chest. You grab your phone and scroll through a few videos on TikTok as Charles comes out of the bathroom in his shirt and boxer shorts. He rubs his hair dry with a towel and when he sees you lying in bed, he suddenly stops as if struck by lightning.

“You're already in bed,” he says in amazement and hangs the towel over the edge of the dresser. 

“Yep.” You look from your cell phone to him and try to look as relaxed as possible - and not as if you've just come to his moans. 

Charles nods curtly and swallows. “Have you - is the bed comfortable?” he asks, running a hand through his damp hair. 

“Very comfortable,” you answer curtly and smile. You purse your lips. “We should sleep. After all - um - tomorrow we shouldn't show up at your mother's too late."

“Good idea,” he agrees with your suggestion. “Do you need anything else? Do you need something to drink? Are you thirsty?”

Not in the way you think, Charles. 

“I've got everything,” you smile, ”thank you.”

“Then - uh - good night,” Charles says, scratching the back of his neck before walking over to his bed and turning out the light. 

“Good night,” you reply, before turning onto your side and snuggling tighter into the covers. Your heartbeat is still pounding in your ears and you feel like your shirt is sticking to your sweaty body. You close your eyes and try to think about something other than Charles' moans, about what happened yesterday. How he felt under you. How good he felt. 

You press your face into the pillow and squeeze your eyes shut to finally fall asleep, to not feel bad for listening to him making himself feel good. But all you can think about is Charles in the shower, his cock in his hand and the moans on his lips. 

-

When you wake up in the morning, light is already streaming in through the large windows. The headache is thankfully limited as you sit up and take a look at your cell phone. The screen shows half past ten and you sleepily swing your legs over the edge of the bed. 

On bare feet, you pad in the direction where Charles had slept, but his bed is already empty and not a single sound comes from the bathroom. Which is a good sign, no?

You slowly climb the stairs to the upper deck, where you finally catch sight of Charles. He's sitting on the sun bed with his back to you, two cups next to him on the wood and a thermos flask. He's still wearing the shirt from last night, but he's put on a pair of long jogging pants, because it is winter after all. As you join him and take your first step outside the sheltered interior, you feel the cold wind blowing around you. Long trousers would definitely not have been a bad idea. 

“Good morning,” you greet him, rubbing your eyes as you plop down next to him on the sun bed. 

“Good morning,” he replies, pouring coffee into one of the cups before handing it to you. He looks at you and points at the shirt. “What happened there?”

You look down at yourself, confused. There are dark stains on the shirt he lent you to sleep in. Stains from your orgasm - stains from your cum because you wiped your hands on the shirt. “Toothpaste,” you lie quickly, hoping he'll buy the lie. 

“How do you feel?” he asks, without mentioning the ‘toothpaste stains’.

You gratefully take the cup from him before shrugging your shoulders. “Better than expected.” As you take a sip of the coffee, it fills you with warmth and makes you feel a little more awake. “And you?”

“Like I could drive the boat into the harbor without wrecking it,” he grins. “But definitely too bad to put up with Arthur for half the day.”

You smile into your cup. “If he gets too much for you, just let me know. Then I'll come and rescue you and distract him a bit,” you offer jokingly.

“If you do that,” he says, a broad grin spreading across his face, ”it would be the best Christmas present you could have given me.” He also takes a sip from his cup before looking out at the ocean in front of you. “I don't want to go back yet.”

Confused, you look at him. “Why not? Aren't you looking forward to Christmas with your family?”

“Yes, I am,” he replies without hesitation. “But - I don't know.” He purses his lips and exhales deeply. “I have the feeling that everything is different between us when we're in Monaco. That it's so forced, I mean. And I just don't want that.”

You look at him before also looking towards the sea. “Is that why you didn't want to go back yesterday? Because you just needed some more time?”

Charles nods slightly. "I just needed more time with you before the everyday life catches up with us. Before we get back to my family and pretend everything is fine.” His voice sounds sad. 

You turn to him. “But everything is fine between us,” you reply. 

He shakes his head. “Then why doesn't it feel that way? Why does it feel like there's a whole ocean between us when we're in Monaco, but when we're here, we're best friends?”

You can understand what he means. Since your mistake the day before yesterday, the distance between you when you're together in the apartment is so palpable that you could almost cut it with a knife. It's as if the apartment is cold and deserted, even though you've only just moved in. It doesn't feel like a home, but like a place where a friendship has been broken.

“I know what you mean,” you confirm. “I just don't know how we can change that. That we can feel like we're here at sea every day.”

The brunette takes another sip of his coffee. “I was thinking about maybe me moving back to the other apartment,” he confesses. When you look at him in astonishment, he shrugs. “Maybe we're just too close, you know? Maybe - I don't know - maybe physical distance would do us good. Distance that goes a bit further than from your bedroom to the couch.” 

You can't find the words to tell him how stupid you think this idea is, which is why you just stare at him. 

“But I can't,” he continues his thought. “I can't - I don't know -” He takes a deep breath before looking at you. “I don't know how I can be without you anymore. I have no idea what happened to make me so consumed by your presence. Another reason I wanted you to work for me. So that I never have to be apart from you. And that may sound selfish, and I'm certainly crossing every boundary we've established in the course of our friendship, but - ”

“I can't be without you either,” you interrupt him before you even know what you're saying. But it's the truth, however you want to interpret it. 

Charles smiles at you as if a huge weight has fallen from his shoulders. “It feels like an invisible string that keeps drawing me back to you. I can't explain it any other way.”

You nod slightly. “Me neither.” You purse your lips. “I don't want you to move out, or for this distance in the apartment to drive us apart. I want things to stay the way they are. Like this. That we can - I don't know - get drunk and laugh in the evenings, that we can watch movies and have fun with our friends.” You sigh. “Just a normal friendship.”

Your words sound convincing, even though friendship is the last thing you want. The stains on your shirt are proof enough.

“I want that too,” he agrees. “We can manage, can't we? You and me both.”

You nod. “As long as we stay together.”

“As long as we stay together.”

A short time later, you take the boat back and Charles steers it back to its place without any major problems. He leaves the yacht first and when you step onto the wooden jetty ten minutes later, Thomas gives you a friendly smile. 

“I hope your trip was pleasant, Madame?” he asks. 

“It was wonderful. Thank you very much,” you reply and make your way to where Charles collects you again without drawing attention to yourselves. You spend the drive home in silence, but the silence is pleasant. 

“Go and get yourself ready” Charles smiles as you enter the apartment together. “We'll leave as soon as you're done. And don't forget to pack a full overnight bag this time.”

You put your bag in your bedroom and roll your eyes, playfully annoyed. “Is there a dress code for today? Do I have to dress particularly fancy?” you ask him. 

He shakes his head. “Just wear something you feel comfortable in. Maman doesn't think it's so important that we're all dressed up at the table at Christmas and behave as if we're at the prince's table.” 

“All right. I'll have a quick shower and get ready,” you say before disappearing into the bathroom, where you shower, wash your hair and get ready in no time at all, right down to your outfit. In your room, you're standing in front of your wardrobe, examining your clothes, when a dress catches your eye. It's black and comes down to your mid-thigh, with long sleeves that flatter at the wrist. You slip into a pair of dark tights and matching shoes before packing your overnight bag. When you've finished - and checked your bag several times - you leave your room.

“Charles?”

“I'm in the living room,” he calls across the apartment. When you enter the room, he's sitting on the couch. He's wearing black chinos and a white shirt with the top buttons undone. When he sees you, a smile spreads across his handsome face. “You look wonderful.” He gets up from the couch.

Heat shoots into your cheeks. “You don't look too bad yourself, considering your mom doesn't expect fancy clothes,” you joke, slinging your bag over your shoulder. 

Your friend looks down at himself. “This is my chill outfit. I sit on the couch like this every night,” he laughs and reaches for the car keys and his wallet on the coffee table. “Are you ready?”

You nod. “We're ready to go.”

The rickety Renault takes you to Charles' mom's house pretty quickly, and she's already waiting for you when the both of you pull up. 

She embraces you with a smile as you leave the car. “Cherié! Merry Christmas! You look fabulous!”

You return her hug warmly. “Thank you, Pascale. You look wonderful too.”

She briefly puts her hands on your cheeks and smiles at you before turning her attention to her son. “You both look so beautiful!” She kisses Charles first on his left cheek, then on his right. “Now come on, the others are already here.”

As you follow her, you feel Charles' presence next to you. You smile up at him. “Thank you for taking me with you.”

There's a twinkle in his green eyes that makes your knees go weak. “Thank you for putting up with me here.”

Together you enter the house, where Pascale takes your bag from you. She turns to Charles. “You didn't tell me if you'd both be staying here. But Enzo has brought some good wine, so I've prepared your room. Then you don't have to drive home and can both enjoy the evening,” she smiles. "I've also made the bed."

Confused, you look at Charles, who stares after his mother as she climbs the stairs. “The bed?”

“Yep,” he replies curtly, without the slightest hint of emotion in his voice. 

“Bed - singular?” When he doesn't answer, you stand in front of him so that he has to look at you. “Charles, bed - singular?”

Charles' gaze fixes on you. He nods slightly. “Bed - singular.”

[nathaslosthershit]

“Notice me” “Beg for it" (LN4)

Summary: After what feels like centuries of back and forth flirting, Lando and his Mclaren teammate have tired people out with their inaction to do something about their very obvious crushes. Aka the 5 times they confused fans with their interactions + the one time they made everything clear (SMAU)

Part of my summer event! Warnings: Zak Brown, Reader sort of takes Oscar’s place? Also the timeline on this is weird sorry

mclaren

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mclaren Proud to announce our official driver lineup for the next season as yourusername joins the McLaren family🧡! Can’t wait to see her and Lando in action next season👊🎊

username1 oh I am about to be unbearable once we get more content with these two

username2 i have no one i can tell about this

mclaren guess how we felt having to keep it a secret!

zbrownceo welcome to the family yourusername!

yourusername happy to be here!!!

yourusername Thank god the news is finally out, you all don’t know how hard it was to not scream it from the rooftops once I signed my contract

landonorris Wouldn’t want anyone else as a teammate 👊

yourusername I would

landonorris wasn’t what you were saying earlier

landonorris “oh Lando, what a dream come true to drive alongside you, I’ll be such a good teammate you’ll forget all about Carlos-whats-his-face and the other old guy”

danielricciardo why am I catching strays?

yourusername you’re saying I haven’t made a pretty good impression? Maybe I should have stayed at Alpine…

landonorris definitely not saying that, please don't leave

username3 the vibe between these two is off-

yourusername

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yourusername P3! My highest yet 👊! What a blast this year has been so far and we have still got a couple races to go! While I could talk about how thrilled I am with my first podium in F1, it wouldn’t be right to not mention my teammate’s spectacular race, earning him his first F1 win. So happy I could be on the podium right next to you, Lando, to celebrate your first (of many) wins! 🎉

username1 they sure do put every other duo to shame with how much they support each other

username2 Lando’s win was amazing but my god I would rather talk about her overtakes

landonorris always the best supporter 👊

f1gossip

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f1gossip Spotted: landonorris and yourusername seem to be spending quite a lot of time together on their summer break! While most teammates like to take this time to get away from the people they work with every day, these two seem to do the opposite, getting quite comfy with each other while on a eurotrip together.

username1 they can’t do this to me oh my god

username2 completely unprofessional in my opinion! They are coworkers they should not be vacationing together, especially since they are wearing revealing outfits at the beach. Disgusting how much this sport has changed

username3 you will live i swear its not that big a deal

username4 usually id argue against getting into drivers' business but it does seem inappropriate to be going to the beach and having dinner alone with your teammate…

username5 dont know who i am more jealous of tbh

username6 im sorry do you people not want them to get along?

yourusername

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yourusername team meetings and court (mclaren) ordered teammate bonding

username1 lando norris make it less obvious how in love with your teammate you are challenge (impossible)

zbrownceo I don’t think we ordered any bonding, you guys are close enough already. Maybe I will file a restraining order between you two so you guys stop distracting one another?

landonorris sorry boss 😞

yourusername boo you are no fun old man

zbrownceo want to rethink that last comment yourusername?

yourusername we promise we won’t distract each other as much, Mr. ZakBrownCEO

landonorris notice me

yourusername beg for it

carlossainz you both may be happy now but just wait until he replaces you with a fancy new teammate and forgets all about you

yourusername stop being a diva

landonorris

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landonorris Going into today I wasn't expecting the technical failure that would cause us to have to retire the car. Because it wasn’t an easy day for me by any means, id much rather take the time to congratulate my favorite person on her first Formula 1 win. Seeing you grow from your rookie season till now has been such a wonderful thing to witness. Its even better to be by your side while you do it. No one is more deserving of this win. Congrats on your first (of many) wins :) 

username1 he is so in love i am sick

username2 who do they think they are fooling

usernamer3 so sorry to see you dnf 😢but glad to see you are in bright spirits

yourusername Lando 😭 such an incredible day and an even better celebration afterwords. Thanks for being by my side all this time, I couldn’t have done it without you

landonorris we both know damn well you would be just as successful, maybe even more considering how much of a distraction I am for you 😉

yourusername the only thing distracting about you is your stupid face and annoying personality

landonorris I guess you are just spewing out a bunch of lies today huh?

username4 they are already hot rich drivers why do they get to be in love too? 

username5 fr leave some happiness for the rest of us

yourusername

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yourusername yes, we know you all knew this but let us have this moment please

username1 oh my god what a shock 🙄

username2 how will we ever get over this news🙄

username3 how could they have deceived us for so long

username4 nah i can’t even pretend like this is breaking news.

yourusername I knew it was a rumor but I wasn’t expecting everyone to know 😀

landonorris I always thought we were kind of discreet about it…

username5 are you kidding? It would be less obvious if you guys held up signs that said “we are in love”

[fairene]

one of your girls part two / ln4 sneak peek

sneak peek for a lando x fem!reader part two. read it here

warning: minors dni!!, language, smut (not in this sneak peek, but there will be.) no use of y/n, of course, potentially harsh language, ANGST (SORRY, not sorry(?)), drinking, jealousy!!! toxic, miscommunication.

a/n ⋯ as always, i am open to taking requests. don't be afraid to hit me up hehe 💗 this should be posted within the next few days...!! afterwards, i'm solely devoting to answering requests. all of your ideas are spectacular!!! i can't wait to put them to pen and paper. stay tuned!

raphael is a new character being introduced. for...purposes that this author cannot disclose just yet ;). i hope this will keep everyone fed before the full thing drops! aiming for around. . .. 18k words, hopefully, but i also don't want to drag it on longer than it needs to be, haha.

“don’t do that.” you said, breaking the silence between you two. you seemed to rip him out of his dreamscape with a clearing of his throat. 

“do what?” he feigned innocence. though he knew what he was doing. he missed you, lest he verbalize that. 

“look at me,” you breathed, “like that.” 

his brow lifted, still playing dumb. dumb, as if he didn’t want to take you over this railing, ask you to be his. 

“like what?”

you scoffed. 

“like you’re in love with me.” 

ouch. your words bit harder than he thought they would, blood gushing from an open wound in his heart. he let your words settle before he leaned back in the chair, legs spreading as he fiddled with the skin of his thumbs. 

“i wanted to see you.” 

“i know,” you answered. “you saw me. now what?” 

lando shook his head. “don’t do that.” please don’t do that he wanted to say. 

“do what?” it was your turn to play dumb. your turn to pretend that you weren’t doing the same thing. pushing him away was the easiest way to deal with all of your problems. 

“act so cold.” he turned his head away from you, glancing over towards the lights of the city. “giving me frostbite.” 

“lando, what–”

“i’m sorry.” 

huh? you froze, eyes widening as you straightened upright. did you hear him correctly? it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve heard an apology. but this was a first to hear it in person, not in begging text messages half way across the world. 

“what–?”

“for everything. i’m sorry.” his head fell to his hands as he leaned over, gripping at the curls atop his head. you felt the same urge creeping up your spine, your hands feeling empty. you shifted on your feet, stepping a foot closer. 

“why now?”

he perked up, wondering what you meant. 

“why, now, are you sorry?” 

he was speechless. unable to form the words that could answer such a  vague question. but you had an idea, so you thought you’d share. 

“because i was with someone?” raphael. you know that he saw the two of you talking. chatting. maybe an occasional giggle so you could keep him quiet for the rest of the free practices. 

lando began to shake his head. “no, no–” 

“really?”

you stepped into his space, wedging yourself between his thighs. he stared up at you, lost in the reflection of your eyes beneath the starlit sky. his hands found your hips and you let him keep them there, at least for the moment. 

“really.” he promised you. head leaning forward to rest on your stomach. you felt the perch of his nose dig into your skin. your head leaned back, taking a large breath, feeling tears begin to well. 

“what do you want, then?” you said with a shaky breath. 

you felt his hands tense against your hips. 

“i don’t know.” his words were muffled, but you could make them out. it shattered you to hear the creak in his voice, but it hurt even more knowing that he didn’t know. you wanted something with him. a relationship. but he didn’t feel the same.

your fingers cupped his face, bringing him to look at you. “that’s it, then, huh?” your voice was dangerously soft. 

he was confused. again. 

“that’s all i’ll be?” he still didn’t catch on, too busy staring at your flushed face, reddened eyes. he wanted to fix it– take back his words. he’d do anything to reverse time. would do anything to revoke the words that spilled from your pretty lips. 

“one of your girls.”

my face posting this

[swiftiethatlovesf1]

Love strategy p.4

Hii guyss, I hope you enjoy part 4, if you have missed part 3 here it is :)

After Lando drives you to your hotel, you make your way to Carlos's room, focusing on the work at hand. You knock, waiting for the familiar sight of Carlos to greet you.

But when the door swings open, it’s not Carlos who stands in front of you—it’s his latest girlfriend, her expression unreadable, though her stance seems less than welcoming.

"Hey, sorry to bother you," you begin politely, forcing a smile, "but I need to talk to Carlos about his schedule and interviews for tomorrow."

Her eyes narrow slightly, and she doesn’t open the door any wider. "Couldn't you do this later? Or, I don’t know, just send him a message or something. We were… in the middle of something."

You try not to let her cold response get to you, but before you can reply, Carlos’s voice drifts from behind her. "Who's at the door?"

She rolls her eyes but steps aside just enough for Carlos to come into view. He spots you and waves you inside with a casual, "Come on in."

You walk into the room, feeling a bit awkward under his girlfriend's lingering stare. Carlos notices your unease but seems oblivious to the tension. "What's up?" he asks, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Why didn’t you tell me about this on the plane?"

You blink, momentarily taken aback. "Carlos," you say slowly, "I didn’t fly with you. I was on a different plane."

He looks confused for a second, clearly trying to piece things together. "Wait… you didn’t? I didn’t even realize."

A flicker of disappointment tugs at your chest, but you brush it off. "Yeah, I flew with someone else," you say, your tone neutral as you shift focus to work. "Anyway, I just wanted to give you a heads-up for tomorrow. You’ve got the usual interviews in the morning, and you need to film a video with Charles after that. Also, you and Charles are filming a collaboration with McLaren tomorrow afternoon."

Carlos nods, processing the information, though he still looks a little distracted. "Right, got it. Thanks."

But as you finish, the awkward tension in the room only intensifies. His girlfriend is sitting on the bed now, watching you with a thinly veiled irritation, like your presence is an unwelcome intrusion. You feel the weight of her stare, and suddenly, the air in the room feels thick, stifling.

"I should go," you say quickly, stepping back toward the door. "I’ll see you tomorrow."

Carlos looks up, but he doesn’t argue. "Yeah, see you."

As you slip out of the room and back into the hallway, you release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

You head straight to your own room, shutting the door behind you. Between Lando, the unexpected airport headline, and now the icy reception from Carlos's girlfriend, it’s been a long day. All you want now is some peace and quiet.

But just as you’re starting to unwind, your phone buzzes from across the room. You sigh, standing up to grab it, half-expecting it to be another work-related message. Instead, it’s Lando.

Lando: Hey, how’s it going? Lando: Surviving over there with the Ferrari crew?

A small smile tugs at your lips as you read his message. You quickly type back.

You: Barely. Had a lovely chat with Carlos’s girlfriend. You: How about you?

It only takes a few seconds for Lando to reply.

Lando: Oof, sounds intense. I’m sure you handled it well. Lando: So, listen—I’ve been thinking. Tomorrow, during the interview McLaren’s doing with Ferrari… maybe we should just, you know, drop the news then?

Your heart skips a beat as you stare at the message. He’s talking about going public with your "relationship" during one of the most high-profile interviews of the weekend. It makes sense, but the thought of it being so… public, especially with both teams involved, makes your stomach twist in nervousness.

You: Tomorrow? You: In front of everyone? Isn’t that kind of… a big deal?

Lando sends back a laughing emoji.

Lando: Isn’t that the point? Gotta make it look convincing, right?

You bite your lip, anxiety fluttering in your chest. You knew this was part of the plan, but now that it’s so close, the reality is setting in. You type back hesitantly.

You: Yeah, I get it. I’m just… nervous. It’s a lot.

A moment passes before Lando responds, and when he does, it’s with his usual playful tone.

Lando: Don’t worry, I’ve got your back. We’ll drop it casually, like it’s no big deal. Lando: I’ll just say something like, “Yeah, we’re dating. No biggie. Now let’s talk about the race!” 😎

You can’t help but laugh out loud at that, the image of Lando casually announcing something so major with that level of nonchalance easing some of your nerves.

You: You’re impossible, Norris. You: But seriously, what if I mess it up?

His response is quick, and this time it’s more reassuring.

Lando: You won’t. Besides, I’m nervous too. This whole thing is crazy, but we’ll make it work.

It helps to know that even Lando, who seems so effortlessly confident, is feeling the pressure too.

You: Fine, let’s do it. But if it goes terribly, I’m holding you responsible.

Lando: Deal. But trust me, it’ll be great. See you tomorrow!

You set your phone down, a small smile lingering on your face despite the lingering nervousness. Tomorrow is going to be a big day, and the thought of stepping into that interview with Lando, letting the world believe in this staged relationship, makes your heart race. But somehow, knowing that he’s just as anxious as you—and still managing to joke about it—makes it feel a little less overwhelming.

Here's part 5

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[smooth-perceval]

“My love, my life.”

You stupid boy

Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

PART FIVE

Max Corner

Summary: [Max and reader crossed the line in their 3 year friendship, resulting in 2 positive pregnancy test. And 1 baby on the way.]

Max and reader get an early scan to find out the gender… and at a private gender reveal, someone accidentally reveals all to the world.

Warnings: swearing, soft max, Google translate, NO PROOF READ!!

Key: Y/N (Your name) Y/L/N (Your last name)

Word count: 2,356

A/N: We are finally back with maxieee 🫶🏼 I did rush- because I got so many ideas I’m sorry :(

“Dad-” picking my dress up I chased after him back up the steps towards the house, Max trailing right behind.

“Will you slow down-” watching each step I take, glancing up every so often.

“Your mother is not going to believe this!” Pointing his finger in the air… more like a wag really. Shaking his head he then reached the top of the garden, mum and Lando sitting on the garden furniture engrossed in conversation.

“But dad-” Max hand was pressed against my back- giving me the little support I need, our pace slowing down as we got closer to mum.

“Darling! You are not going to believe this.” By the random outburst, mum was quick to scan over us all making sure we was all okay.

“Dad-”

“No, your mother deserves to know!”

“Know what?” Confused she looked between us both.

“Who the father is!”

“Oh-”

“It’s Max!” Cutting her off, he turned his face glaring at Max.

“I know…” waving a hand in front of her she smiled over at Max.

“No no… not I know! This is the sleezeball I swore if I found I’d strangle him!” Turning his full attention now to Max.

“You won’t do nothing.” Stepping more infront of Max, I crossed my arms over my chest.

“He abandoned you Y/N!”

“We’re working on that.” Looking down at the floor, I shuffled a little under his gaze.

“Please dad… just be glad we know who it is right?”

“I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have ran away like I did-” stepping aside, Max moved closer to my dad.

“I was silly, and scared- and had a lot of things to be dealing with family wise…”

The silence was deafening… I was waiting for a punch up honestly- more my dad lunging on Max… I mean I didn’t have a great word to say about him when he left and my dad got the earful of it all.

“I’m really am sorry…”

“You should accept- Max doesn’t ever say sorry.” Looking over I shushed Lando shaking my head.

A loud sigh left my dad as he stepped back, if looks could kill. Well Max would be a goner.

“I do not forgive you for what you put my daughter through these past few months.”

Point a finger at Max, who was quickly nodding his head. “I haven’t forgiven myself yet-” he was agreeing with him, I finally was able to relax, moving over and sitting down next to Lando.

“But Y/N seems too.” Side eyeing me he then quickly looked back at Max.

“So I will tolerate you for the sake of my grand-baby.” Stomping off indoors he then turned back around on the patio.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be like this Max. Not to my little girl.” And then he hid away indoors… the silence growing sickly.

“Yay! The parents know.”

We all snapped our heads to Lando with a scowl, “Shut up” me and Max spoke in unison shaking our heads at him.

—

Before we had knew it- time flew by. I was officially 18 weeks pregnant, and Max was finally on summer break.

During that time- we had told drivers around the paddock- and made them swear to secrecy. Also- Max and Kelly had called it quits, behind closed doors she was absolutely furious I was having his baby… and I couldn’t blame her any woman would be.

Apart from them main events, nothing major happened- max was winning his races, helping look for good apartments in England. Overall he was fantastic… too fantastic that I’m on edge waiting for the moment he ups and leaves again… I shouldn’t think so low of him but can you blame me.

Dads grudge didn’t last long, he even took it upon himself to congratulate Max after every race win. Which was another worry off my shoulders.

“Y/N- come on, everyone is waiting on you.” Turning away from my mirror, I looked over at Max.

“I don’t look silly?” Eyes scanning over me, maybe lingering a little too long- he quickly cleared his throat.

“Not at all… you look amazing actually.” Nodding his head, his cheeks flushed a little red.

“Well you do scrub up well-” smiling I then moved past him tapping his arm.

Making my way out into the garden, a loud cheers erupted. A mixture of “there she is-” “Let’s get started!” “Where’s max”

“I’m here- I’m here.” Max hand found the bottom of my back as he followed behind.

And as always one by one people gave us both hugs and gifts. A few drivers were here, Lando obviously, Daniel, Charles, Carlos, Checo - yeah I was kinda surprised too, Nyck. It was full-

“Look how big you got!” Gesturing to my growing belly, my brows furrowed.

“I didn’t mean-” with wide eyes he waved infront of his mouth. “Charles I’m kidding-” smiling, laughing a little, I looked down at my belly.

“Bigger by the day- soon I’ll be waddling like a penguin.” Laughing also, Charles looked over at Max who was in the corner speaking with his mum.

“How’s Max been with it all?” Looking over at Max also, I hummed.

“It’s been an experience so far that’s for sure.” Smiling again, nudging Charles shoulder.

“Wouldn’t be Max if it wasn’t somewhat eventful, right?” Agreeing with me, he smiled again.

“What we talking about?” Carlos slid in joining our conversation. He was wearing a pink badge, pink wrist band, pink sash- pink everywhere.

“Oh hi Barbie.” Widening my eyes, I stepped back getting a full glance at him.

“Mate, you think it’s going to be a boy?” Charles laughed a little, also looking him up and down.

“No… a girl-” pointing at the pink badge, with furrowed brows.

“His pulling your leg Carlos.” Rolling my eyes playfully, which only caused Carlos to tut.

“Where did you find all that anyways?”

“On the table over there-”

Charles looked around before patting Carlos back “thanks mate-” , before running after the table of accessories. Shaking my head at him, I looked back at Carlos.

“So your thinking girl huh-” nodding my head a little, taking a sip of my drink.

“I knew it as soon as use told us, I just had to look at you and knew it was a girl.” Nodding his head sure of himself.

“What are you thinking?” Humming I looked back down at my belly, “is it bad I have no idea…”

“Of course not! Makes it more fun right?”smiling Carlos touched my arm in a comforting manner leaving me alone, sighing I looked around before making my way to Max.

“Hi girls!” Smiling wide, I was brought into a tight hug from Sophie- followed by Victoria.

“Hey you, how’s the baby been?” Smiling wide, Sophie reached her hand out touching the baby bump.

“Nothing new… still morning sickness- the doctor gave me some anti-sickness tablets, but there as much use as a chocolate kettle.” Rolling my eyes, my frown soon replaced with a smile.

“Buttt, baby is all healthy so why should I complain!” Max smiled throwing an arm around my shoulders.

“Shall we get the reveal going?” Nodding my head enthusiastically, he lead us over to the display he had arranged to be set up- as always with max go big or go home.

“Right everyone- just before we do this.” Everyone’s attention was drawn to Max, even mine, I told you his like a magnet!

“We do ask that if you want to take photos you can! But please keep them to yourselves- we don’t want anything on social media, not until we are ready.” Looking around at everyone he raised his eyebrows “understood?” A few nods and yes’s were heard around the group.

“Oh who has my mum and dad?” Glancing between them all, Lando then waved his phone- “their on FaceTime.” Smiling wide I waved at the camera before looking up at Max.

“You ready?” Breathing out a big breath I smiled reassuringly at him.

“Weirdly enough I’m terrified.” Taking his hand, agreeing with him we both turned to everyone.

“Countdown from three-”

“3-”

”2-”

”1-”

With a tight squeeze to his hand, everyone looked up at the sky…

And there it was painted in blue smoke.

Once again the garden filled with shouts of excitement.

“We’re having a boy-” without hesitation Max picked me up into his arms, jumping on the spot a little before setting me down. He clearly didn’t know what to do with himself… me? I was in shock-

“Oh my- we’re having a boy…” my hands came up to rub my temple- a wide smile broke out onto my face- the realisation finally setting in, I was quick to hug Max once again.

“Max we’re having a boy…” maybe it’s the hormones I don’t know- but the tears spilled once again- all I am lately is just a blubbering mess. I mean the other day I cried because the size of baby socks… baby socks!

“We are schat.” (Darling) Rubbing my back soothingly, he placed a delicate kiss to the top of my head- soon our little bubble was popped.

“And you thought it was going to be a girl!” Charles laugh was then heard and when everyone turned and looked he had a finger pointed at Carlos, bent over slightly. “Mate you look so silly.” Shaking my head at him a little smile on my face I looked up at Max. “These are your friends?” Shaking his head quickly, a smile also on his face. “I don’t even know them.”

Glancing back over I watched Lando bringing my mum and dad over, (on the phone of course), Sophie and Victoria with the two boys now slowly making their way over with wide smiles.

Another mini max… the world really isn’t ready.

Once congratulated- Waving byes to my parents, I blew them a kiss ending the phone and giving it back to Lando.

He pocketed his phone and then hugged me tight. “I’m so happy for you.” Leaning back he dragged max away from his family bringing him in the hug.

“And you- I’m so happy for you both.” Squeezing him tight, we all slipped away, me and max doing our rounds.

“Bet he feels like a boy now?” Smiling up at Carlos, who had his arms outstretched pulling me into a tight hug. “Congratulations!”

Smiling wide I pulled back, “thank you, and strangely enough… yeah.” Laughing a little I looked down at the tiny bump and back over at max.

“Think his happy?”

Carlos followed where I was looking, Max was grinning ear to ear, retelling how he felt when he see blue for the third time already.

“I would say so.” Laughing a little I then left him be, Charles now finding me. “I knew it!” Shaking my head with a smile, he then hugged me tight. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you, you know I thought you was thinking girl by what your wearing.” Leaning back I looked at all the blue items.

“No… I’m wearing blue.” Shaking my head once again, I laughed a little “I’m now pulling your leg Charles.”

“Oh- I’m stupid.” Laughing along with me, Max then slid at our side. “You both okay?”

Nodding our heads charles patted max on the shoulder saying congratulations to him again before leaving us be.

“How are you feeling?” Subconsciously he raised the back of his hand to my forehead, before brushing some loose strands back… I couldn’t help gazing up at him- I’ll be honest them feelings never go away- the butterfly’s in my stomach, the blushed cheeks when his nearby… I couldn’t help it my body seemed to call out for him.

“Still in shock-" laughing a little, max smiled in return. “I can’t believe we’re having a boy…” whispering between us both like it was our own little secret.

“Truthfully I can’t believe we’re having a kid.” Max rose his hand to his chest taking a step back. “I’m going to pretend that didn’t hurt.” Rolling my eyes with a smile, I found my hand reaching for his forearm. Like I needed to be touching him somehow.

What is wrong with me…

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Truthfully I couldn’t tell you what happened at the rest of the gender reveal, all I know is now, me and max are laying on the floor in his apartment going through baby names already.

My head was rested against his arm, my legs kicked up onto the sofa. Max was laying outstretched listening to me reel off names.

“Okay what aboutttt… Charlie?” In response a loud groan came from max.

“No that reminds me of Charles.” Laughing a little I flicked the page of the book scanning through.

“What about… Micky?”

“Like the mouse?”

“That’s off the table-” rolling my eyes at him even though he couldn’t see me.

“I like the ‘Mmm’ though- for the first letter.” Humming in agreement with him, I scanned the pages more.

“What about Milo-”

I dropped the book backwards, tilting my head back to see max, who seemed in deep thought.

“I like Milo…” smiling up at him I sat myself up, turning to face him.

“Milo… Emilian”

“You want my middle name?” Max also sat up, resting on his hand, keeping him propped, I nodded my head slightly.

“If that’s okay with you…?”

Enthusiastically he nodded his head in return. “I think it’s simply lovely.” Bursting out into laughter we both fell back into laying positions, my head now laid against his stomach.

“Another MEV.” The silence was loud-

“V?”

“Verstpapen.” Whispering just loud enough that he could hear me.

“Are you sure?”

“More positive than a pregnancy test…” both laughing a little, his hand reached down touching my cheek.

“Thank you-”

“You-” I was cut off by both mine and Max phones blowing up.

Both looking at each other we could only wonder what’s going down now…

I had millions of notifications from more instagram- when I clicked on. I felt my stomach drop.

“Max are you seeing this…” looking up at him, he only nodded his head slightly.

“I’m gonna kill him…”

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Masterlist

[leclerc-s]

track 001. logical

─── ❝ said i was too young, i was too soft. can't take a joke, can't get you off. oh, why do i do this? ❞ ───

masterlist // next

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zoyatorres a while back i heard a beautiful piano piece composed by charles_leclerc. i adored the way he was able to compose such emotional pieces. i asked a friend to reach out to him and ask if he wanted to be apart of my next album. he agreed and he composed a couple pieces on my new album, GUTS, which is yours september 8th. for now, enjoy logical, an emotional song which captures exactly what i was feeling in that moment thanks to charles. and to isabellaperez, the only other person to understand my emotions, thank you for inspiring me to write this one. once again, grazie charles! gracias isabella! (ps enjoy these bts picture of me and charles as logical was being written) (pps isabella helped inspire a few of the songs on this album)

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landonorris um…what the fuck? charles? isabella? why wasn’t i informed of this?

baileywinters you’re welcome people! i did this! i got this masterpiece out into the world!

↳ landonorris et tú, brute?

↳ baileywinters sorry babe but i was sworn to secrecy!

user01 is this not some sort of betrayal to mae? after everything that went down between the two.

↳ maejones not really considering zoya and i are on good terms. i also have a boyfriend, i've moved on, everyone else should too.

↳ charles_leclerc i spoke to mae before i said yes to this opportunity. if she said she was uncomfortable with me doing this i would've said no.

↳ zoyatorres as mae said, everyone involved in that situation has moved on, please do us all a favor and move on.

user02 i just know this song is going to break my heart in two and i haven't even heard it

charles_leclerc it was a pleasure working with you zoya! we should do it again sometime.

↳ zoyatorres get me a pass to the next grand prix and we’ll see

↳ charles_leclerc done! see you in miami!

↳ zoyatorres pleasure doing business with you mr. leclerc

isabellaperez thanks for letting me vent to you!

↳ zoyatorres those vents became beautiful songs isabella! so thank you to you and your wonderful brain!

user03 now this is a crossover i wasn't expecting

nataliaruiz oh thank god, i was going to lose it if i had to keep this a secret any longer.

maejones well that was emotional…i’m gonna go drown myself with a toaster

↳ maxverstappen1 no, you won’t. actually please don’t.

↳ rowantodd no one wants to deal with a grumpy max, please don't ever joke about that again. your sister is also pouting at her phone, please, don't make those jokes again.

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some more bts of the making of logical. zoya’s my favorite third wheel, she’s basically charles and i’s child now. freyavettel you have a sister now.

zoyatorres mom? nataliaruiz yes my child?

charles_leclerc she is not our child nataliaruiz too late the adoption papers have been filed with seb, maman leclerc approved it too and she practically lives with us chérie

pierregasly another one? isn't the one on the way enough? isn’t freya enough? nataliaruiz shut up, you tripod

arthur_leclerc another niece? you can't give me a nephew? nataliaruiz the universe has decided that charles is meant to be a girl dad. it told me so when it gave us freya as a first child and zoya as a second and our baby as the third arthur_leclerc freya and zoya aren't actually your children nat nataliaruiz and lando isn't carlos and penny's kid but they treat him like he is. we all have emotional support children, don't question me. arthur_leclerc alright fine.

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natalia ruiz meet my child zoya!

zoya torres is that fernando alonso in the picture?

freya vettel blackmail material from lance, so yes it’s nando

bailey winters lando’s been screaming logical for the past 20 minutes. make it stop please

lando norris i can’t believe you guys wouldn’t tell us about this! isa and i played sour on repeat for days!

daphne jones-ricciardo trust us, we remember

zoya torres holy shit. excuse me while i go scream in a pillow.

daniel jones-ricciardo she’s just like me. daph! she’s our child! natalia ruiz back the fuck up aussie, that is my second child with charles! pierre gasly you have an actual child together and she's met daphne before hasn't she? zoya torres i don't actually have her number. let me have this. god, the french ruin everything oscar piastri she's going to fit right in with us

logan sargeant on a completely different topic, who hurt zoya and charles? that is the saddest song i’ve heard all year and speak now (daphne’s version) was released a few days ago. i don’t need to ask about isa, we all know the answer to that.

george russell can’t believe i’m agreeing with an american but who hurt you two?

logan sargeant at least our queen is still alive mae jones we don’t have a queen? we are a democracy. florida has failed us once again. logan sargeant i was talking about your sister… rowan todd he’s got you there mae, all rise for our national anthem, death by a thousand cuts penelope trevino HALF OF YOU DIPSHITS LIVE IN MONACO! zoya torres can't believe i just met a bunch of tax evaders

natalia ruiz you literally just moved to monaco zoya. you are a tax evader now.

zoya torres it’s to be closer to my favorite leclerc, baby leclerc. arthur’s been bumped down to last arthur leclerc well fuck you, as if i wasn’t already. you’re my least favorite singer in this group.

esteban ocon everytime i open this groupchat up i worry for each and every single one of you

mick schumacher i agree with the french

logan sargeant history has proven that it has never happened. so this is a first lando norris enough with the history jokes dulce perez just because you can’t understand them doesn’t mean we have to stop

zoya torres to answer logan's question, my ex-boyfriend hurt me.

natalia ruiz we don't talk about that asshole alex albon just to clarify, we're not talking about joshua are we? zoya torres no, that's passed, we're friends now. i think?

max verstappen why the fuck is lando running around the hotel screaming?

max verstappen never mind i see now. hello zoya.

zoya torres hi max! charles leclerc YOU TWO KNOW EACH OTHER? zoya torres i had breakfast with mae and max once

lewis hamilton it’s a great song guys!

zoya torres what if i passed out right now? what if this was my 13th reason? all i ever needed was to make sir lewis hamilton proud. oscar piastri oh god, she’s just like logan dulce perez i worry for you people, i truly do.

isabella perez THAT BRIDGE? CAN'T BELIEVE I HELPED COME UP WITH THAT!

dulce perez with an ex like austin how could you not? isabella perez do you maybe, want to shut the fuck up?

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zoyatorres mom said we had to come support dad in miami! peep my three different outfits (it was very hot for two of them, yes i did steal a helmet for a picture) don’t mom and baby leclerc look so cute? (i took that picture while we were waiting for mick and freya)

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user1 love how she opted to post a cute picture of natalia while embarrassing charles

↳ zoyatorres mom should never be embarrassed. dad on the other hand…

charles_leclerc i invited you to a grand prix and this is the payment i receive? (send me that picture of natti please?)

↳ zoyatorres will do father 🫡

scuderiaferrari it was an honor to have you in our garage (free concert tickets soon?)

↳ zoyatorres anything for my favorite admin

maejones did you enjoy your first ever grand prix?

↳ zoyatorres you bet i did! who knew watching cars go really fast in odd circles could be fun! baby leclerc made it more fun!

user2 i love that she’s been adopted into this family of weirdos so quickly.

↳ nataliaruiz she's one of us now, we're never letting her go.

↳ zoyatorres no other people i'd rather be friends with

↳ landonorris friends? who said anything about friends? we're family now

↳ dulceperez calm down dominic torretto. let the girl get used to our company before forcing her into this weird little family.

↳ zoyatorres i practically live with them...maman leclerc loves me…baby leclerc loves me

↳ user3 now this is something i wasn't expecting. baby leclerc has two big sisters, freya and zoya are the best big sisters, no doubt about it.

zoya was lost. it was that simple. she hadn't meant to wander off, but she had really needed to use the bathroom and freya had abandoned her. zoya would never get used to the paddock life, it was too chaotic for her. zoya preferred touring and tour buses, at least there it was a controlled chaos. she hoped she could find someone she was familiar with like mae or max, maybe they would help her out. or maybe she would die of embarrassment before she ever made her way to the ferrari garage.

too preoccupied with finding her way to the ferrari garage she failed to notice the 6ft wall in the shape of a human. she crashed into him and if it weren’t have been for his quick reflexes she would’ve fallen over. the wall grabbed her arm and pulled her close before she could touch the ground. it was then that she realized the wall wasn’t a wall and instead a human body. she pushed herself away from him, not that she wasn't thankful for his rescue, but he was a stranger, and zoya was not okay with random people touching her. maybe that was the downside of being a celebrity, people always thought they had a right to touch you or take pictures with you as if they knew you.

not that she wasn't grateful for her fans, she was, they were the reason she had the fame she did. it was the strangers who didn't even know her, and just saw a mob of people surrounding her, and decided it was okay with touching her. maybe she should bring that up with her therapist at their next meeting.

“you okay?” the human wall questioned. zoya nodded, letting go of his hand, “yeah, i got lost on my way back from the bathroom and freya ditched me so i have no clue where i’m going. i’ve been wandering this place for like 10 minutes and i still can’t find the ferrari garage.”

the human wall laughed, "considering that you're at the williams garage i'd say you're pretty far off."

"oh shit," zoya muttered, "i knew i was going in the wrong direction. this place should come with a map or something."

"i can take you to the ferrari garage?" the human wall offered. zoya glanced at him, noticing the fireproofs he was wearing, "and you are?"

"logan sargeant," he answered.

“well, logan sargeant, i’m zoya torres,” she introduced, “and i would very much like help getting back to the ferrari garage.”

logan laughed again, “pleasure zoya. it’s nice to properly meet you.”

“likewise.”

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zoyatorres the leclerc family takes on miami! not pictured is arthur pouting over a fallen piece of cake and lorenzo laughing at him. pictured is freya staring lovingly at mick while he causes baby leclerc to giggle.

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user1 i guess charles really did steal seb's daughter

arthur_leclerc wow no picture of me or enzo? guess who isn't my favorite niece

↳ zoyatorres you literally told me to not take any pictures of you cause you looked like shit? and the one i did take, as mentioned in the caption, you didn’t want me posting.

freyavettel out of all the pictures you took of me, you picked that one?

↳ zoyatorres it's the one where you look most in love with mick

↳ user2 she's literally one of us. she's a mastermind who wormed her way into natalia's heart and now they're never going to let her go

↳ user3 but does mick have mom and dad’s approval?

↳ zoyatorres he has mine! i love mick, he’s a sweetheart. he’s also my sweets provider

↳ charles_leclerc jury’s still out

logansargeant it was nice to meet you zoya! pleasure getting to know the girl behind the music landonorris and isabellaperez are always screeching

↳ zoyatorres pleasure meeting the american rookie! thanks for helping me find my way to the ferrari garage

↳ charles_leclerc back off american 🤺

↳ zoyatorres you're not my dad!

↳ user4 and we know who wouldn’t have dad’s approval.

¡leclerc-s speaks! american rookie it’s your time to shine baby! although you haven’t had the best season, we still love you. double update today baby!! manifesting a win or podium for charles this weekend

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[cryptids-and-muses]

I watched return of the jedi for the first time in 4 years and here are my thoughts:

I know the line between sci-fi and fantasy is already super blurry but Star Wars truly feels like a fantasy movie. It’s in the costumes, the worldbuilding, the vibe, the odd encounters, palpatine’s entire character. And while there is futuristic tech the world of Star Wars doesn’t feel particularly Futuristic™️, if that makes sense.

There’s this one imperial officer Bacar interacts with at the start of the movie who acts his ASS off. Seriously give this man an Oscar. The fear!! The subtly!! The little gulp he does before facing Vadar!!! The palpable terror at the idea of the emperor coming there!!! This dude single handedly sets up palpatine as a threat

PRACTICAL SETS!!! All the practical sets!!! There’s so many sequences, especially in jabba’s palace but they’re throughout, where the characters casually interact with the world around them, and it’s such a small detail but it means so much to me. They really feel like they’re part of the world. My favorites were the Hall of Horrors C-3PO walks through in Jabba’s palace and Luke interacting with his x-wing on dagoba

It’s not all this great though, the green screen to the sarlack pit was awful. I found it endearing.

Also I love how there’s so much this movie doesn’t explain to you. There’s this weird robot spider thing in Jabba’s palace that we see when R2 and C-3PO walk in!!! What does it do!!! There’s a guy who’s super upset when Luke kills that monster!!! Who is he!!! And a bunch of other weird little things that just aren’t elaborated on. On top of that there’s just all these strange aliens just chilling, living their lives, some of which I don’t think we see again. It all comes together to make the world feel so much bigger than what we see.

I’d heard the analysis that Luke wears black in return of the Jedi to allude to a possible fall to the dark side, but that analysis hadn’t really clicked for me until this watch through. Like dude’s introduction was him force choking someone

Honestly like has this kind of subdued confidence this whole movie and I love it. He knows he’s good but doesn’t need to flaunt it.

Like his grin when he says “you should have bargained jabba. It’s the last mistake you’ll ever make” I love it

Luke is actually really subdued this entire movie, which tracks with all the internal conflict he’s dealing with. The biggest displays of emotion we see from him are when he’s reuniting with friends or when he goes OFF on Vadar at the end for threatening leia

Chewbacca and Han’s reunion 😭, they care so much about each other, chewy pets his head

In general everyone is so happy to see each other in this movie, every time someone shows up after being separated everyone is so excited to see them. There’s so many hugs. You can really tell they care about each other.

Due to some of the framing, I don’t think leia slaughtering Jabba was part of the plan. I think she just saw an opportunity and took it. Girlboss.

I noticed Luke’s fighting style with his lightsaber is much tougher around the edges, it’s less elegant, which tracks with him having much less official training with it. I like it

Yoda trying to use dying as a way to avoid Luke’s questions. Iconic.

Yoda’s choked out dying words of “there is another skywalker” become so much funnier when you remember he becomes a force ghost. The man could just peacefully pass then come back 10 minutes later and continue the conversation, he doesn’t need to try this hard to get the words out. Then again that would take some of the drama out of it.

Han is just so great in this movie, he’s got a reputation for being this suave sarcastic outlaw, which to be fair he kind of was in new hope, but here he’s just so sweet. He’s the one telling Luke to be more optimistic! When lando gets his promotion to general he doesn’t tell him about his own, and looks genuinely bashful when it’s brought up in front of the group! He goes to check on leia after she talks with Luke! He gives lando the falcon because he knows it’ll help him even though the ship means so much to him and is scared of it getting destroyed! When he thinks leia has feelings for Luke he offers to step aside and not get in the way! This man cares about his friends!

Speaking of that moment with leia after Luke leaves, that’s the one moment we see him being a dick, he lashes out with “but you could tell Luke? Is that who you could tell?!” But then immediately apologizes and comforts her when she asks for it. He loves leia so much and it’s so obvious the entire time

My man thought he was in this love triangle and was doing his best, and was fully prepared to step aside and let leia be happy with Luke. And the face journey he goes on when leia tells him luke is her brother. It’s gold. It’s that math meme but even better.

For the mission to endor, Luke and leia are both in these camo space ponchos and helmets but apparently Han’s outfit was to iconic to change because he just puts on a camo trench coat over his usual outfit

The first speeder chase through the woods of endor struck me as much more low key then it would have been if it was made today. This isn’t a bad thing, but I know if it was made today it would have been much more dramatic, a set piece

When leia goes missing Han, Luke, and chewy immediately peel off from the group to go find her. Good friends but you are LEADING THE MISSION

Leia meeting the ewok is a fun sequence and it’s funny how she just rolls with it. She does not question it, just accepts this little guy is here now and starts following him. It’s funny to contrast this with when Luke, Han, and chewy rescued her in a new hope and she fought every step of the way

In general the Ewoks are such a strange and whimsical inclusion. Like this is part 3 in a space opera and a huge chunk of it has these little furry dudes who live and fight like the lost boys from Peter Pan that we’ve literally never seen before. It’s weird

Luke is so delighted by the Ewoks, from his little smile when the first surround them to trying to hide his laughter at them thinking C-3PO is a god

Also we should not ignore how hilarious his idea to scare the Ewoks into listening was. And the man knew it too, you could tell from his smile. The little shit.

The storytelling sequence!!! I love it!! I love how C-3PO uses the sound effects! I love how everyone is huddled together! I love how we the audience can tell what’s being said from context clues even if we don’t understand all the words!!

Luke peacing out like “it’s time to angst😔”

I do think the bridge scene between luke and leia could have been done a bit better but it wasn’t bad, just a bit flat for the gravity of what was being revealed. Leia and Han are great though

I love luke and vadar’s back and forths even if they can get repetitive

The writers really used “search your feelings” or “your feelings betray you” as shortcuts to avoid hard writing huh

The emperor was such a little gremlin, he did nothing but talk about how luke was going to fall to him, how he knew everything was gonna happen and it’s all according to his plan, he really didn’t do anything but talk shit until the very end with the force lightning

To be fair, Vadar didn’t do anything until the force lightning either

Neither of these points are complaints, palpatine is supposed to be a shadowy scheming villain that others do the dirty work for and the really pull it off. And vadar’s passivity in this movie I think demonstrates the conflict he’s feeling. Despite his words about how he must do his emperor’s will, he’s not really doing that right now, is he? He’s not really defying orders either but something is different

Something I noticed!!! When Han’s team first make it in to the back door, off in the corner as they go inside we see a storm trooper adjusting his armor and taking his position again. One of the rebels stole the storm troopers armor and took their place. This doesn’t lead up to anything but it’s SUCH a cool detail

The true hero’s of this movie are the Ewoks, palpatine had Han’s team captured and the air fleet on the ropes before the Ewoks stepped in and saved Han and co. Palpatine would probably have won if it weren’t for them. It’s great.

I really love luke so much, he’s just so compassionate. For his friends, for his father, for everyone. This is the trait that makes him a hero. It’s literally what palpatine tried to use to turn him, the anger he’d feel at watching his friends die because he loves them so much

“No, you’re wrong. I am a Jedi, like my father before me” not gonna lie, this was kinda hot. It’s that quiet confidence I was talking about earlier. Also the way he nods towards vadar when he mentions his father

“….so be it, Jedi” THIS!!!! THIS!!!! I love this so much!! Because the entire movie palpatine has been talking about how Luke is going to fall to him, how it’s inevitable, how Luke is foolish to think otherwise. But this moment right here, is him acknowledging he’s wrong. He won’t be able to turn Luke, he failed. Luke truly is a Jedi and even palpatine cannot away him. It’s so fucking good

When vadar lifts up palpatine to stop him, we get a reaction shot for Luke who just looks so confused. Appropriate reaction.

As luke is dragging vadar to his ship we see imperial officers and storm troopers running around to try and escape and I just want to know what the fuck was going through their heads when they saw Luke and vadar

I know the falcon surviving doesn’t make sense but it makes me happy

Something important I realized towards the end: AT NO POINT IN THIS MOVIE DID ANYONE TELL HAN VADAR WAS LUKE’S DAD

CHEWY AND LANDO WEREN’T TOLD EITHER FOR THAT MATTER

THEY DON’T KNOW

Presumably they were told later but holy fuck why is no one talking about this.

Again….those reunions, hugs all around, everyone is so happy and relieved and I love it

I know it doesn’t end here, which makes be kinda sad, because this is such a beautiful and hopeful ending

All in all, with all the Star Wars fatigue and what Disney has been doing, this really reminded me what I love about Star Wars. I felt like I could appreciate the movie a lot more on this watch through and had a wonderful time

[mykingdomforasong]

Needed to get my fanfiction groove back, so I asked @theydjarin to send me a place, a position, and time period for a skysolo fic (madlibs style).

General tags for smut, unsafe sex, probably unsanitary sex, spit as lube, and an intense swing from dirty talk to earnest conversations about feelings, all mid-fuck. Also, twin swap au.

~

It was going to be a quick jump back to base. Han hated to see Leia take off on her own for some kind of Jedi training he never got the memo on, but he was glad he got to see it at all. His eye sight was mostly back now. Lando wouldn't let him pilot them off of Tatooine in the sandstorm though, so Han sat at the Dejerak table, waiting to see if the prince would join him for a game or something.

Luke had fled to Han's room and shut the door soon after they made it back to the ship. He'd been able to borrow some additional outer layers, but not many. Han hadn't actually seen him in the gold-trimmed loin cloth, but Lando mentioned it being "pretty unfortunate. It would have been hot anywhere else." Between the sand that had surely made it's way into every sensitive crack on his body, and Jabba's slimy tongue, he couldn't blame him for taking off to the shower before Han could even ask what are we?

Han tried to focus his eyes on the meter for the Falcon's water supply, which he was sure was slowly slipping down as Luke showered. Han ran a hand through his hair, trying to shake out the sand. The ship's data readings looked blurrier than they usually did at this distance. Han started to panic that the carbonite had seriously damaged his eyes.

"Your eyesight should return to normal soon," he heard Luke say. He turned. Luke was a blurry vision himself -- just a rough outline of colors standing down the hall, but still gorgeous despite the blurred edges of his frame.

Han never quite understood how he knew exactly what he was thinking. "If it doesn't, the Rebellion can help restore it. They replaced Leia's hand."

"What happened to Leia's hand?" Han asked as Luke came into focus. He was wearing his own clothes now, tan fatigues that were more well-tailored than anything the average soldier got, his wet hair combed down to one side.

"She lost it against Vader," he said simply, "trying to save you."

Han leaned back in the booth, spreading his arms across the back of the seat, inviting Luke to sit. Han was no mind reader, but he knew what Luke thought -- that he and Leia were something. Maybe they could have been, but Han's eye was always somewhere else. Once he saw the prince covered in garbage, shouting at him, he was a gonner.

"A lot happened in the last few days, then," Han said.

Luke's eyes widened before he forced his face back into a diplomatic, neutral gaze. "It's been six months, Han."

Han buried the sudden rush of existential horror that brought on, taking a deep breath through his nose to stifle the knot in gut and lump in his throat. He'd deal with that later.

"Took you guys that long to rescue me?" He tried to joke.

Luke finally sat next to him. Up close he could see the bags under his eyes, a bruise the peaked up above the collar of his shirt, and the red spots on his otherwise flawless skin.

Luke started to respond, but Han cut him off, choosing to be honest for once in his life. "You all did your best. I appreciate you coming after me like that."

Luke nodded. The air started to feel thicker, and Han felt his finger tips start to itch with anticipation. Luke was scooting closer to him, pressing the outside of his thigh up against Han's. Luke's head turned towards Han just a little; he looked the rest of the way with his eyes. There was something cunning and determined in them, and Han understood finally that this is what it looked like to be seduced by royalty. Oh if only Leia could see him now. She might have been his best friend (besides Chewie, of course), but she never had any faith he'd pull it off.

The silence between them told Han now it's your turn. He's said it twice, now say it back.

Han hooked a finger under Luke's chin and turned his head the rest of the way. "I love you," he said.

"I know," Luke grinned. Luke threw his arms around Han's shoulders, letting the romantic moment hang for just a few seconds before using the leverage to climb into Han's lap.

He felt Luke's erection press into his stomach right away. He's hard. He's been hard the whole time, Han thought, I must be blinder than I thought.

Romantic, careful kisses quickly slipped into messy, careless, and needy ones. Luke's hand was on the side of Han's face, trying to pull them ever closer.

"How long until we land?" Luke breathed.

Han tried to look past him to the controls, but he couldn't get a clear reading. "We've probably got time," he said. They were sure to be swamped the moment they landed. "If we're quick."

"Can I fuck you, Captain Solo?" Luke asked, not wasting a moment. He pressed his lips to Han's neck as he waited for an answer.

Han's brain went haywire, but his hands knew what to do. He started undoing his own pants, freeing his own erection quickly.

"That's a yes then?" Luke asked.

"I haven't showered in six months," he warned, "and I've never been fucked by royalty either."

"That's okay," Luke promised, shimmying his own pants down, "we like it dirty."

Han grabbed the front of Luke's shirt with both hands before leaning back. The booth curved, forcing him to shift awkwardly as Luke landed on top of him. He heard Luke shimmying out of his pants as he pressed his mouth back onto Han's, one hand cupping the underside of Han's thigh. But with one leg up in the air Han started to feel his lower back slip off the booth. He broke the kiss as he started to fall, trying not to make any noises that would make the whole thing more embarrassing.

He tumbled to the floor with a quiet oomph, but Luke's hands were on him soon, pulling him back up. Luke's cheeks were flushed, and his dick was still hard and waiting, not turned off at all by Han's fall. If anything, he looked more aroused.

"Let's scoot down," Han said, pulling Luke more wards the end of the booth where the cushion straightened out a little more. "It's easier here."

"Oh, is it?" Luke said, faux-betrayal in his voice.

"Sorry princess, did you think I was a virgin?" Han asked, using the moment to fully take off his pants.

"I wouldn't be surprised," Luke teased. Their lips met again, this time Luke was more teasing, biting Han's bottom lip, a hand on Han's side, manipulating his body to go where Luke wanted it.

Before Han knew exactly what Luke was doing, he found himself on his hands and knees, facing the corridor to the cockpit. It was closed, but if Chewie or Lando were inside, all they'd need to do was open the door to catch them.

"Lando is in there," Luke said. "If that makes you nervous?"

"Lando's seen me in worse spots than this," Han said. Lando had put him in positions like this, but he wasn't about to tell Luke that. "But I do have a bedroom, if you're nervous."

Luke pressed his back over Han's, his hard cock resting in the cleft of his ass. He leaned over, biting the shell of Han's ear before whispering, "I like when I get caught."

"Always been a rebellious one then?" Han said, his voice waving as he did, revealing just how much Luke exhibitionist streak turned him on.

Luke hummed an mm-hum into Han's neck as he kissed his way down.

Han had imagined plenty of time what fucking Luke would be like. In most fantasies, they were in some nice bed, fancy, bubbly wine in abundance, and they made love slowly. But they were at war, and Luke was full of surprises.

He felt Luke spit before rubbing it in, the gentle press of his fingers against Han's hole was a welcome bit of friction after leaving his hard cock so neglected.

"Whenever you're ready baby," Han said. He'd taken enough cocks in his life. He'd gotten a good look at Luke's. It was nice, but shorter than Han's own, and smaller than most of his toys. He'd take it no problem.

Luke didn't waste anymore time. He pressed into Han like wanted him to feel every minute of the last six months. "Slower," Han said.

"Sorry," Luke said, genuinely apologetic for his pace. "I should have planned better." He slowed down, letting Han enjoy the slow drag of his cock inside him, filling him up.

"There was lube in my room," Han said, before gasping as Luke bottomed out. Luke paused for a moment there, letting Han enjoy the feeling. Han could have stayed there for the rest of the war, impaled on his royal cock. Luke probably would oblige.

"Oh, I found it," Luke said as he started to move slowly, "your toys too. Borrowed a few of them."

Han groaned, overwhelmed at the thought. "I'd like to see that," he said.

"I'd like if you watched that," Luke said, promising a future. Alright then, Han thought, we've gotta end this war, and come out the other side of it.

"That's a good enough reason to keep living as any," Luke said. Maybe their heads were in the same place, or maybe Luke really was a mind reader. "Actually," his fingers dug into Han's sides, "you're the perfect reason to keep living." Luke's voice had changed -- he wasn't dirty talking Han anymore. No he was just ... talking. Earnestly, openly. The way they really never had before. They'd fought, but there was always ... subtext to it. Not now though. Now everything was just ... text.

"You'd better live through this, baby," Han said, letting himself be earnest for moment (although earnestness didn't come naturally to him, at least not when he was on the bottom). Luke was still rocking into him at a steady pace. Han could feel his arousal building low in his belly, but he wasn't near close yet. But he didn't reach down to touch himself. It felt like the wrong moment.

"Well then you'd better not let me die," Luke said.

"Never. You saved me, I'll save you." Luke kissed Han's neck, before picking up his pace. Luke reached around, finally -- finally --touching Han, stroking him in time with his thrusts. Han wasn't close before, but Luke was doing something to him that was bringing him close to the end rapidly. Maybe Luke just did that to him.

"Fuck, Luke," Han said.

"I'm gonna cum," Luke warned.

"Please baby," Han said. He figured, mind reader that he was, Luke would understand his instruction.

Han gasped when he felt Luke cum inside him, thrusting slower and slower as he released, letting Han enjoy the last few drags of his hard, pulsing cock as he did. Luke kept his hand on Han's cock as he came, and Han was quick to follow after him.

He'd never enjoyed the messiness or the stickiness of cum inside him, but Luke's was different. Luke's he seemed to crave. He wanted to blow him more than anything. He wanted to suck his cock and taste every drop of him. But he'd never particularly enjoyed going ass to mouth, certainly not after six months of carbonite. And by the way Luke was panting, he didn't think he'd be up for it either.

Luke slipped out of him slowly. Han stayed where he was, not exactly sure how to avoid getting cum stains on his own ship. Well, he thought, wouldn't be the first.

He felt Luke press his sleeve to his hole, wiping it gently with some expensive fabric, hopefully not from his home planet. "Sorry," he whispered, although he didn't sound very sorry.

"I'll shower quick," Han said, turning around now to face Luke, planting his bare ass on the seat as he reached for his pants.

"Han," Luke said. "Kiss me?"

Han didn't waste time. He let his pants fall to the floor again as he captured Luke's mouth with his own.

"I'm not lying," Luke said, "so you'd better not be either. I love you." Luke pressed their foreheads together.

"I know you can read my mind, baby," Han said. "So you know I love you too."

~

"We'll be landing in just about -- whoa-ho," Lando said, leaning against the corridor wall as he stared at Luke and Han. They stared at him wide-eyed, both of them with their pants half-way off. Judging by their soft cocks, messy hair, and tell-tale smell in the air, he'd bet this ship he'd caught them after a quick and dirty fuck. "That cockpit door is more soundproof than I remember."

Lando didn't get a great look, but he was pretty sure he saw the prince's cock go hard again, just as he pulled his pants up over it.

~

If there's one thing I'm gonna do, it's create an AU where Luke grows up basically royalty. Also they never take their shirts off, so they are winnie-the-pooh-ing it the whole time.

[theloveoffootball10]

sᴛɪᴄᴋᴡɪᴛᴜ - ᴛ ᴡ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ʏ

m a s t e r l i s t

ᴛ ᴡ ᴇ ɴ ᴛ ʏ

Arriving in Italy I can't wait to get to the track, I don't want to be presumptuous so I've booked my own hotel room or rather Chelsea has sorted me a room with the team but I'm desperate to see Lando. The way we left things last weekend was so perfect, I want to carry that into this weekend as well.

Thanks to a flight delay I arrive at the paddock just after the start of qualifying so it's pretty quiet with the media already getting the photos they need earlier today. No matter how today goes Lando and I have already decided we're going out for some proper Italian food tonight and I can't wait to eat my body weight in pasta.

"Lucía you made it! Lando said you were delayed!" Alex shouts from across the paddock as she's making her way to the Ferrari garage.

"I was but I was always going to make it before the end of qualifying no matter what" I can deal with missing practice however I couldn't forgive myself if I missed qualifying.

"We should go for a couple of drinks tomorrow after the race either just us or with Charles and Lando!" Since we met in Miami Alex and I have text a lot and I really like her. Out of all of the girls in the paddock she's the one I've clicked with the most.

"Yes we should! I'll text you to arrange somewhere" saying a quick goodbye to Alex I make my way to the McLaren garage. When I spoke to my dad about coming to Monza he was insistent that I watched a weekend from Lando's garage and Lando being who he is, didn't argue. Grabbing a headset I stand next to Max "how's it going?"

"Ah Lucía you made it! Nice to see you. He's doing good there's 8 minutes of Q1 left but he should be safe”

"Look I know we got off on the wrong foot and I don't think I ever apologised but I'm going to swallow my pride and tell you I'm sorry for how I acted in the middle of the paddock Max" after speaking to Liv I realise things between her and Max could potentially be quite serious and I want to support my best friend the way she has me.

"You don't need to apologise. I can't lie I had my doubts about you but naturally Lando didn't want to know and I was also wrong about you. I want to set the record straight though, after I met Liv I completely ended things with Becca, we haven’t spoken since then" Max explains, his side of the story matching exactly what Liv told me.

"I believe you Max. All I ask is that you don't hurt her. She's been hurt before and it nearly broken her, she's the closest I have to a sister and I don't want to see her that hurt again" I'm not unreasonable I just want Liv to be happy and treated how she should be treated

"Likewise" I watch as Max turns to one of the mechanics in the garage whispering to him despite the noise from the track outside. Turning my attention back to the screen I watch as Lando sails through Q1.

"Lando, the garage have asked me to let you know Lucía has arrived in the last few minutes" I hear Will saying over the radio.

"Hi baby" I can hear the smile on Lando's face as he replies to Will's message. Turning to Max I give him a look.

"Don't give me that look your boyfriend is pretty fucking insistent when he wants to be"

"Thanks Max" I can't take the smile off my face now Lando knows I've made it.

Watching as the clock ticks down to the end of Q3 I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as no one is quicker than Lando. For a second week in a row he's starting the race from pole position. I'm so happy for him I turn to hug Max both of us beaming with pride.

"That's how it's done boys! Go on, find him I know he'll be looking for you" Max ushers me to find Lando but I know I have to wait until after his interview. Standing at the front of the garage I keep out of the mechanics way while I wait for Lando. As he makes his way down the pit lane I can tell he's spotted me by the way helmet and everything ends up on the floor, I also notice Alesha the F1 TV host trying to stop him but he's got tunnel vision right now.

"Pole position baby!" I smile wrapping my arms around Lando's neck as his arms hold my waist tight "I can't wait to see you turn pole position into P1 Lando!" I can't help but kiss Lando my hands on his cheeks holding him. This is what weekends are about for me.

"I want to do it for you. My good luck charm" as Lando lowers his racing suite I can't help but run my fingers over the muscles in his back. "Come with me while I get my pole ring fit. I want you there" agreeing with Lando I follow him to the office where the jeweller is waiting to size the ring that will be specially fit for Lando.

As Lando tries on different mock ups of the ring he'll be getting I bite my lip. I already think he has thick fingers but seeing a ring on his index finger makes it look thicker.

"What do you think baby? Index or middle finger?" Lando asks me as the jeweller stands up leaving us alone for a second.

"Which ever one you prefer but" leaning down so only Lando can hear me I whisper "either way I'd like you to finger me when you're wearing it"

"Fuck baby you can't talk to me like that when we're here" Lando looks at me alarmed and I know what he's thinking.

"I'm just saying" standing up straight as the jeweller comes back I act completely normal. He doesn't need to know what thoughts are running through my mind.

The next day I'm stood in the garage as we prepare for the race to start. I've already been to see my dad to wish him luck but it's a strange feeling not watching from his garage. I guess from now on my time is going to be split between both garages.

As we hear Crofty's famous "it's lights out and away we go" I hold my breath hoping Lando can keep his lead, everyone is making a big deal of him not finishing a lap leading when he starts from pole and I know it's bothering him.

I let out an audible gasp as Piastri goes around the outside of Lando causing him to break to avoid a collision, he wasn't expecting that move from his team mate. Muttering fuck under my breath so only Max and I can hear I'm going to be nervous for the rest of the race now.

"He'll be fuming at that move"

"Max it was his only option. If he didn't break they'd have crashed and both been out of the race" I can't believe that has happened. With every radio message from Lando or lack of, I can feel his annoyance building. By the end of the race he just isn't answering Will at all.

Despite being P3 and securing another podium Lando's face tells a totally different story. He's barely speaking to anyone and the way he's throwing everything around tells me he's in a vile mood. If this is how he is now I dread to think what he must have been like after Austria. As we watch the footage of the cool down room Lando is sat with his head in his hands biting his nails.

"Just to warn you Lucía he's going to be in a rotten mood probably for the rest of the day now" Max tells me as we leave for the podium.

"I gathered that. Just how bad do you think it'll be?" I ask having never seen Lando in a bad mood yet.

"He's going to be angry at himself, the team, Oscar and probably you for no reason. The best advice I can give you is to not take anything he says personally" great. Max is really selling an angry Lando to me right now. As Lando makes his way to the podium I can see the rage radiating from him, he doesn't want to be there right now. When he's handed the trophy the grimace on his face does nothing to hide his mood. There's no champagne pop and he's completely avoiding Oscar like the plague. The first opportunity he gets he's walking away from the podium.

"I'm going to try and catch him before he goes into interviews" I tell Max before weaving my way through the crowd who are all celebrating Charles and Ferrari's home win. As I walk through the McLaren motor home I spot Lando throwing his podium cap onto a table and about to run up the stairs to his drivers room "Lando wait there"

"What?" Lando turns to look at me but keeps walking.

"I'm sorry that didn't go how you want it to" following Lando I put my hand on the door stopping him from closing it in my face "don't push me away"

"Lucía I don't know what the fuck you want me to say"

"Babe you don't have to say anything just let me be here for you" I say pulling Lando into a cuddle which he thankfully reciprocates. The mood he's in I half expected him to push me away, I think I might have been less surprised if he did.

"Today has been a disaster" what I've noticed about Lando is that when something gets him down he catastrophises. Running my fingers through Lando's hair I make him look at me.

"I know it wasn't what you expected from today but remember you put up a brilliant fight and still came away with a podium and points. I'm proud of you regardless and you need to be proud of yourself"

"You have no idea what I should be feeling" before I can respond we're interrupted by a knock on the door which Lando opens to see his PR manager Sophie waiting for him.

"You need to be in the media pen in the next 5 minutes. Sorry to interrupt you both" Sophie says with a guilty look on her face.

"It's fine Soph we're done here for now anyway" Lando says walking past me and Sophie. I'm dumbfounded. I know he's upset but this behaviour is insane.

"Sorry Lucía I didn't mean to ruin whatever was going on"

"Don't worry about it Sophie. Apparently we were done anyway" I say with a shrug as we make our way back into the paddock, me looking to find Max and Sophie to follow Lando. I stop in my tracks as I spot Lando with Alesha laughing and joking. My blood boils and it takes everything for me to hold back saying exactly what I think. He's completely cold with me but jokes on with her, regardless of his mood this man is rubbing me the wrong way.

"Lando move we have places to be" Sophie practically shouts putting an end to Lando and Alesha's conversation, somehow I think she sensed my annoyance at the scene in front of us.

The next few hours don't get any better. Lando is still in a foul mood and barely says a word in the car back to his hotel. I want to be nice about this but I'm struggling.

"Talk to me babe" I say walking into Lando's hotel room with him. He's pretty much left the track as soon as his debrief is done and I know it's going to be a long night until my flight home.

"I don't want to talk to you or anyone about today" Lando says with an attitude I've never heard so harsh from him as he throws his phone and hoodie on the bed.

"Whoa I know you're annoyed but what did I do?" I completely understand Lando's frustration but it's unacceptable for him to take it out on me.

"You're just so fucking involved it's pissing me off. You think you know everything when you know Jack shit. You're pissing me off Lucía"

"Are you serious right now? I know the team have fucked up today but that's not on me!" I can already tell his is going to end in a major row. It has been brewing since the end of the race. Lando is angry and the way he's behaving towards me is making me angry.

"No but you're the one who hasn't stopped being annoying since"

"Fuck me I'm trying to be supportive and this is the thank you I get. Lando if you don't want me here just fucking say and I'll get an earlier flight! You can text that slut Alesha I'm sure she'll comfort you without being annoying" I can't help but raise my voice, it's what I do when I get angry it's part of who I am. I always take things too far and I never learn. I know I shouldn't have brought up Alesha but she's got under my skin, she's flirted with Lando all weekend especially today and he's done very little to stop her.

Not saying anything Lando pulls his polo top over his head and that action alone shows me how angry he is as he walks into the bathroom slamming the door. Is he serious right now? Hearing the shower I wait it out to see what mood Lando comes back in hoping he'll calm down.

"What are you still doing here? I thought you said you're going home early so I can't invite Alesha over" hearing the tone in Lando's voice I'm so done with him.

"Do you know what I'm fucking going. You're acting like an absolute cunt and I'm not here to be spoken to like a piece of shit. I’m not a doormat Lando, you’re not going to walk all over me and get away with it. I'll see you when I see you dickhead" picking my bag up off the bed I storm out of Lando's hotel room slamming the door behind me. I don't expect him to come after me, we're both far too angry for that. I don't cry either, I'm far too angry for that. Rather than involve everyone and make things worse I do the only thing that makes sense and I grab an Uber to the airport. I might have four hours to wait until my flight takes off but going home is the best thing for me right now.

[danieldrivesfast]

Hello. I'm sorry you're here, you deserve better.

Hate isn't tolerated here. That doesn't mean I'm nice when dealing with it - it means I don't tolerate it, I energy match. Bullshit gets met with bullshit. (Look up the paradox of intolerance.) There's a difference between bullshit and asking/opining on something in good faith. I energy match that, too. I love reading others' good points and sharing my own. Facts and figures and objectivity are exciting.

I don't hate Oscar Piastri. Or Logan Sargeant. Or Lance Stroll**. Or any other F1 driver. I strongly dislike "stans" who refuse to listen to facts and logic and how Formula 1 works, and, well, I can see how there's confusion. It's a complex, wonderful, heartbreaking sport when you deal with reality, the emotional drama and willful ignorance isn't even necessary if you want tears or joy. Objective criticism and pointing out factual information is not "hating." I wrote a whole essay on that. People liked it.

I've been called a racist for saying Yuki Tsunoda has benefitted from having Daniel Ricciardo as a teammate - even though he said it himself. That same week, I was told I was a SJW and too hard on Kyle Larson for casually using the N-word when he forgot he was on live TV. I refer to this as being Schrodinger's Racist. It's frustrating.

I'm a bad DR fan because I talked about the possibility of him retiring/leaving F1 after this season given the state of RBR and no fault of his own - even though those same people who told me to "get fucked" for "being negative" have been talking about that topic nonstop.

I was blocked for being too much of a DR fan by Lando Norris fans - and also blocked by DR fans for being too much of a Lando Norris fan.

Carlos Sainz has been my favorite F1 driver as long as Carlos Sainz has been an F1 driver. I practice self care by staying away from Ferrari things online. He's reliable. I don't need to worry about him.

I've spent a lot of years with a strong connection to professional sports. When I talk about the "business" of it all or allude to what goes on out of public view, I'm speaking from a place of having experienced or seen these things. It doesn't apply in all ways, but I have lived experience and firsthand accounts. Take that as you will.

The first "real" racing event I attended was Daytona. In 2000. Covid aside, I've been to at least one major motorsports weekend every year since, typically multiples (3 NASCAR and one F1 this year). I try not to talk about NASCAR because so much about it is problematic and I don't have the energy to deal with "they don't have issues, they made a rainbow YAAASCAR shirt." Don't even get me started on the inequity.

I'm old. Yeah, at my age, I should be better, I guess. But I've spent too many years nodding along with people who were bad or wrong or both to keep the peace, in sports and in the world at-large, and maybe if I'd spoken up once or twice, things could've been different. (Maybe this is therapy?) I don't expect to change the world, I'm nobody. I don't matter. I'm just adding my thoughts to the pile of crap so I can say where I stand, for me.

If there's something you want to know or want clarified, and you ask in good faith, I'm happy to talk. For all my frustration, I know there's a lot of good, even on social media, and I welcome it. Sports are better when fans are diverse, but the real big brain thing is when they're diverse and educated. That's my dream for fans everywhere. Emotion is a huge part of it, but when it's the only part... Yeah.

✌🏼

**Okay, maybe I do hate Lance Stroll because of how he berates his engineers on the reg and thinks it's okay to physically assault team members. That's not how a good person acts. Still don't want physical harm to come to the guy or anything.

[writting-stuff-sometimes]

Just a mistake pt2 Lando / Charles x Fem Reader

Part 1

Warnings: Angst mostly, nothing explicit.

AN: Hello everyone, sorry it's taken so long to update but I loved how the first part came out and being my worst critic I don't love the second and third parts. Here's the second part, it's a bit on the longer side, probably the third part will be shorter. Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list.

All the comments are greatly appreciated, taking requests, I need some inspiration to get rid of my writer's block.

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That morning when you came back to your hotel room Charles almost cracked your ribs from how hard he hugged you, thankfully the conversation was short, mostly him apologizing and you trying not to loose your shit and confess your crime. You made a deal that he’ll try to support you more and take your needs in consideration, and you’ll speak up as soon as you felt that he was going back to his old habits.

You tried to live a normal life, keep that night away from your head, but you checking your phone for any notification from Lando was like a fucking natural reflex. You kept lying to yourself claiming it was all friendly, you where just sharing memes, tiktoks and the ocasional conversation, but one night his name left your mouth in a low moan, you were dreaming of him, his hands roaming your body and his lips soothing every inch of your skin, luckily Charles was dead asleep and he didn't hear it.

You kept all of this hidden until one night you found yourself frustrated, Lando had left you on read for two days now, you were so upset you couldn't hide it from your fiancé.

"Baby, are you ok?" He softly hugged you from behind while you were brushing your teeth.

"Yeah, all good" You bent to rinse your mouth.

"Are you sure? Do you want to talk about something?" He was worried he had returned to his old habits.

"Yes baby, work's been crazy and I feel a bit overwhelmed that's all" You faked a smile looking at him trough the mirror.

"Poor bebe, maybe you need something to blow off some steam" He started kissing your neck and his hands traveled from your waist down between your legs.

"Babe, sorry I... I just don't feel like it, I'm sorry" you looked down at the sink, you knew this was bad, you not wanting to have sex with Charles because of being mad at Lando.

Charle's hands returned to your hips and he turned you around, your face still looking down now starring at his bare chest, he softly took your face and made you look at him.

"Amour, never apologize for not wanting to have sex, you don't have to do something you don't want to...ever"

He kissed your forehead and hugged you tight against his chest, this made you feel even worse, why were you rejecting sex with your boyfriend just because some other guy had left you on read?

You couldn't sleep that night, you knew this "thing" was getting out of hand and it was damaging your relationship, so you decided to cut all communication and focus on fixing things with Charles.

A couple of days later Lando messaged you apologizing for the disappearance, you stared at the notification wondering if you should say something but if you did the temptation to keep in touch with him would be too strong, so instead you silenced him , pretty dick move from you, but you were willing to do what ever it took to save your relationship.

After that day you managed to escape a couple GP's with the excuse of having a lot of work and wedding stuff, but in reality you just wanted to avoid anything that had to do with Lando, that night was probably the biggest mistake of your life, not only had you betrayed your fiancé, you also had opened the door to feelings you had no idea were there, things you were supposed to feel just for your soon to be husband.

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It had been almos 3 months since your night with Lando and anxiety was eating you alive, you were standing with your back against Charles' chest in the garden of fancy house on the outsides of Monaco, it was a lovely day in a lovely place, it was Carlos' birthday and that meant a certain brit was going to be there.

"Mon amour, are you ok?" Charles asked in your ear as he covered your hand with his, stopping your fingers from tapping against the wine glass for the second time in less than an hour.

"Yes, sorry, I think I had too much coffee this morning” you faked a smile and softly kissed his lips trying to distract him from your weird behavior.

You and Charles were chatting with some of his engineers when you heard Carlos scream.

"Landoooo" the familiar scream made you all turn towards the door that lead to the garden where Lando was jokingly pushing the spanish driver towards a tiny pond, just at the sight of him the weird mix of excitement and anxiety returned hitting you like a wave.

Then you heart fell to your feet when his arm got around the waist of a girl in a tiny pink dress as he introduced her to Carlos and Isa.

Lando's eyes met yours, you quickly turned to look back at whoever was talking in your group but you could feel his sight fixed on you and he had a good reason, the dress you were wearing had been strategically chosen, it was a long flowery wrap dress, the fabric light enough to move with the soft wind blowing that afternoon, leaving your right leg slightly uncovered, the string straps turning into a v neckline framing your breasts making them look amazing, specially from the side where Lado was standing.

"Hi" His voice made you jump.

"Hey, Mate" Your fiancé hugged the driver as you discretely took a deep breath trying to slow down your heartbeat, you finally turned to say your hello's but no matter how much you tried to prepare yourself for this moment those green eyes took your breath away.

"Hi" you faked a smile and kissed his cheeks, your lips felt on fire.

"This is Victoria" Lando said avoiding the label.

"Hi" The beautiful girl greeted your fiancé with a double kiss on the cheeks, she then turned towards you and did the same, she seemed nice and friendly still you felt something you could only describe as spite towards her. They started greeting the rest of your group and you took Charles' almost empty glass.

"Let me go get us a refill, baby"

"Uh, oh, ok, want me to go with you?" he said confused by your sudden offer.

"No babe, it's ok" you gave a quick peck on his lips and almost ran towards the bar.

Lando watched you walk away as he tried to keep up with the conversation in front of him.

Everyone sat to have dinner, Lando and his date were seating a few chairs away which you were thankful for, just the sight of the girl touching and hugging him made your skin crawl, it was childish but you couldn't help it.

The Happy birthday song was sung and a little after dinner was done. Every one returned to chatting around the garden, against your own conscious will you found yourself looking around for Lando, when you saw him he was standing behind his date who was seating next to Isa, his hand rested on her shoulder and she was caressing it, he then bent over and kissed her hair, you felt a hard punch to your chest that took your breath away.

"I need to use the bathroom" you whispered to Charles and walked inside the house trying to hide the tears flooding your eyes, you needed to escape that place but it was still too early, the party was just starting and it would be disrespectful to leave. You walked up some stairs and entered the first room you found.

Lando had been following your moves all afternoon just like that night at the club, he missed you so much, just the sight of you got his heart rushing, he had lost count of the times he had typed a message asking to see you but then deleted it, if only he could forget how good it felt to have your skin against his, he was sure you were made for each other. Right after he dropped you off to your hotel he actually thought you were going to break things up with Charles and run to him, he waited for a few days but instead you ended up avoiding him entirely.

He was standing behind his date, pretending to pay attention to the conversation between her and Isa when out of the corner of his eye he caught you staring at him, in a childish move he bent down and kissed Vicky's head, he saw you walking inside the house and knew it was his moment, Vicky was very entertained with Isa and he could try to finally talk to you.

"I need to go to the toilet, be right back" he whispered to his date and walked inside the house looking for you.

You had found what looked like a guest room and stood there looking out the window, you could see almost everyone, including your fiancé talking to a group of people, you had been gone for a few minutes and he hadn't noticed, it was usually like this, every time he started talking about the car with an engineer or a mechanic he could spend hours in that conversation, something you were thankful for right now since it gave you time to feel as miserable as you needed in the loneliness of that room.

"Y/n" You turned to look at the door to see Lando closing it behind him.

"What are you doing here?" your thoughts escaping your mouth before you could stop them, he did blurred all common sense inside your head.

"Nice to see you too" you could see slight sadness in his eyes as he stood a few steps away from you.

"Sorry, I didn't meant it like that"

"I hope so" he whispered to himself.

You both stood in silence.

"How are you?" he finally asked, taking a few steps towards you, his closeness making your heart and chest move in a quicker pace.

"Good" You turned to look out the window trying to hide how affected you were by just his presence.

"Liar" That single word bringing steamy flashbacks of that night, giving you goosebumps, you closed your eyes trying to fight the memories.

"Please, stop" your hands instinctively grabbing the window frame searching for some grounding support.

"What? I'm not doing anything, I just...I miss you" he stopped a few feet away but still his scent hit you hard and it was intoxicating.

"A lot" he kept talking as he took a few more steps towards you, you knew if he got any closer you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from jumping into his arms, not when he was looking like he did, the black shirt fitting him tight in the right places, slightly opened at the top leaving some of his chest visible, his curls wilder, victims of the Monegasque humidity and his hands, those damn hands you had dreamed of more times that you would ever admit.

He was aware this was a dangerous game too, his fingers burning with desire, his eyes glued to your body as the sunset light coming trough the window framed every curve.

"I better go" you tried to walk past him but his hand was faster and in an involuntary move he took your arm pulling you close to him.

"Wait, don't go, please" He begged.

"Lando, please, I have to go" you turned to look down trying to escape his beautiful green eyes, you were so close to give in.

"Why?" he whispered in a low growl.

"This is wrong"

"Why? we're not doing anything" "You know why, we shouldn't be here" You tried to free yourself again, but his grip got tighter.

"Well, we wouldn't be here if you hadn't disappeared from the face of the earth for months and if you hadn't avoided me down there" a soft hint of spite in his voice.

"I didn't disappear, I've been busy with work and..."

"Bullshit, don't even..." he cut you off "That lie might work with the rest of the world, but we know you're avoiding me, and as far as I remember you were the one asking me not to be a stranger" the authoritarian note in his voice bothered you, he had left you on read for three days because he had gone on a vacation with Max and some other friends and now he was the one offended by your silence.

"I don't know why you're so upset about it, you were too busy to answer a text anyways... Well now I can see why"

"What?" he asked confused

"I guess girls are keeping your hands pretty full, why would you care about one more?" It had worked, inviting Victoria actually worked, this thought brought a cocky smile to his face and you felt the urge to punch it away.

"Jealous, baby?" he looked at you with a cocked brow.

"Lando, please" You rolled your eyes and turned towards the door, now you really needed to get out of there before you exposed yourself more, plus this new cocky mode looked way too good on him. But before you could take another step, he pulled you back, now from your waist, and held you tight against his body, one hand keeping a tight grip on your waist as the other held your neck.

"I've got to admit, I've missed you saying that, although I liked it better when you were saying it with much less clothes and in a higher pitch" he whispered in your ear and you gasped as you felt blood rush to your cheeks and between your legs.

You held your breath for a second taking in everything that was happening, his hand on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin over the fabric, your hand on his hard chest as his body heat made you feel warm and safe, his green eyes almost piercing yours, his lips so plumped and inviting.

Fuck it, you thought to yourself and finally threw yourself at him, your lips finally touching his, easing the burning sensation.

You both were like a starved man that got presented with the most delicious banquet, your tongues dancing inside your mouths, lips being pulled and bitten, his hands roaming your back getting under the thin straps to finally touch the skin he had craved for so many days and nights. He pushed you against a wall and you wrapped your legs around his waist. He moved his lips down to your neck as you made fists with his curls.

A familiar laugh coming from the window made your brain change gears into overdrive, memories of every decision that had brought you to this moment flooding your head.

That first time you met Charles in preschool, the first time you held hands at a field trip, there was a picture of that moment, you two looked pretty disgusted but both your parents loved to call it the perfect picture showing you were meant for each other, then moving away when you were 9 because of your dad's job, not spending more than a year or two in one place, moving around so much you couldn't make any real friends, moving back to Monaco for uni because it was the only place that actually felt like home. Then that night your roommate invited you to a house party of one of her best friends, that's where you met, when you first saw him you couldn't quite remember who he was but you knew you had seen him before, after a couple of drinks you were waiting outside the bathroom wondering was was taking the person inside so long.

"Everything all right?" that familiar boy asked you.

"I don't know what's taking so long" you said and knocked on the door again.

"Wait a damn minute" a drunk girl's voice was heard from inside and you could only sight in desperation, you really needed to pee.

"Ok, come with me" he placed his hand on your upper back, a nice change from the usually annoying and uncomfortable lower back location other guys loved to used.

"But I really need to..." you signaled the bathroom as you were being walked towards the stairs at the back of the hallway. "I don't think we should be up here" You said as he led you inside one of the rooms and opened the door to a bathroom. "I can totally wait for the other bathroom, what if they find us here" you said nervously crossing your legs trying not to pee yourself over what seemed like a very expensive carpet.

"Just go" He pushed you inside the bathroom and closed the door, you couldn't wait anymore so you just used this probably off limits bathroom, he seemed pretty confident moving around the place so you could blame it on him if you got caught.

"Done, we should ..." you spoke as you exited the bathroom but stopped talking when you saw him laying comfortably on the bed, his shoes off and scrolling trough his phone, that's when you finally stopped and looked around the room, a couple of race car art, little trophies on a small shelve and then a couple of pictures of the guy with other two boys, they looked so much like each other.

"This is your room" you finally caught up to the situation.

"Yes" He said with a smile.

"Ooooohh...Good" you looked around and an old picture caught your eye "Is this you?" you signaled the small frame on his nightstand.

"Yes, my first day of school, those are my parents"

"Now I know where I know you from! we wen't to preschool together, Miss. Eloise's class"

"Right! that's why you looked so familiar, but you left before 7th grade, right?"

"Yes, moved to France"

"Why?" He sat on the bed and palmed the space in front of him, you sat there and that's where it all started,

You spend the rest of the nigh talking about your life, how you had moved a lot and how he was used to traveling too because of his racing career.

You started going on casual dates, first with friends, then jus the two of you, and finally became boyfriend and girlfriend after a couple of pictures of you together at the Monaco GP flooded social media and you gave the people what they wanted.

A couple of years later, that night in Cancun when he asked you to marry him, then the engagement party and finally the fight at the hotel room, you slamming the door on your way out as Charles kept on screaming behind the closed door.

Anxiety washed over you, you cursed every decision you had made that brought you to this moment, you making out with your fiancé's friend at his teammate's birthday party.

"Lando, wait" you tried to pull him away from you but he was caught up in the moment, so drunk in your taste and essence.

"Lando, stop please" you begged, Charle's laugh resonated again turning your anxiety into pure panic.

"LANDO, STOP!!!" You yelled as you unhooked your legs from his waist and tried to reach the ground but he was holding you high against the wall so you could only kick your legs around trying to get him to bring you down.

"What, why?!" He finally left your neck but didn't bring you down, until he looked at your face, it was covered in tears and panic filled your eyes. "Oh shit, are you ok?" he finally put you down and grabbed your face gently, but you couldn't stop crying.

"Please y/n, talk to me, I'm so sorry, did I hurt you? I thought you wanted this too, I ... I ..."

"It's ok, Lando, I just" you said between sobs, but you couldn't speak more than a couple of words before you started crying again.

Carlos was walking towards the bathroom when he heard you scream so he headed upstairs to see what was happening.

"Is everything ok" the spaniard opened the door slowly as he peaked inside the room. He stared at the scene with a confused look on his face but not as shocked as anyone would expect.

You turned towards the wall, wiping your tears with the back of your hand trying to fix your most likely ruined makeup.

"what happened?" Carlos mouthed to Lando.

"I don't know" Lando shyly mouthed back.

"Lando, Vicky's looking for you, you should go find her" Lando looked at him in shock, why was he kicking him out of the room?

"But, I...she" he turned to look at you.

"I'm ok, you should go" You finally turned and looked at him.

"Are you sure, I'm sorry, I really thought you, well us, I.." He was so confused, he had been taken to heaven and then back to hell in just a few seconds.

"It's ok" your hand softly caressed his cheek "You did nothing wrong" you whispered and looked him in the eye, it hurt you to see them flooded with pain and confusion but it was for the best, you had gone too far, again.

"Ok" Was all he could say as he walked out the room in shock, he was walking away from the love of his life for the second time.

As soon as the door closed behind him you broke down again and Carlos rushed to hug you tight against him.

"It's ok, preciosa, let it all out" He caressed your back as you cried your eyes out, you had bottled up all the emotions, the doubts, the pain, and feeling Carlos' affection finally broke the veil, finally you could let it all out.

After a couple of minutes you stoped crying, he brought you to sit on a sofa inside the room and he sat by your side, keeping a tight grip on your hand.

"I'm so sorry about all this Carlos, you should be downstairs enjoying your party, not here with my pathetic ass"

"It's ok, you're my friend and I don't mind being here at all, I would love to help you, you can talk to me if you want to" You turned to look at him, it wasn't until now that you noticed how calm he was for someone who had found his teammate's girlfriend making out with his best friend.

"You know?"

"Not every single detail but yeah, some of it, Lando is my best friend and I've always known he has a crush on you, then the night we were at the night club he told me he was taking you to your hotel but Isa saw you getting out of his car the next morning so it wasn't hard to connect the dots, specially when he was falling asleep mid golf game that same morning"

"Oh God, I'm a piece of shit"

"I don't agree"

"Why? what I'm doing is bad, I'm breaking Lando's heart and still I can't seem to get away from him, and I'm marring Charles but I... I can't stop thinking about Lando, and I don't know what to do anymore" you covered your face with your free hand and felt tears flooding your eyes again.

"Listen, tranquila (calm down), I don't think this makes you a piece of shit"

"it's good to know the only person that knows about this doesn't hate me"

"Nobody knows about this?"

"No, just you"

"You have been dealing with this on your own? Why? It's a lot"

"Well, I have no one to talk to about this, all my friends are Charles' friends, I met them trough him and everybody loves him, sometimes I think my parents love him more than they love me. Perks of dating the country's golden boy, right?" You said with a sarcastic laugh.

"Well you have me, and I don't hate you, I think you're just confused, you have a lot of feelings and thoughts in your head. Something that works for me when I'm feeling overwhelmed it's to take a step back, take some time on my own and think."

He was right, you needed some time on your own, since day one the wedding situation had been overwhelming and you thought it was normal since it was a big step in your life, but then this thing with Lando happened and added fuel to the fire of your doubts.

"Thanks" You hugged Carlos and he hugged you back, not letting you go until you were ready. "We should go back down, they're probably wondering where the birthday boy went"

"Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes, thanks" He gave you one last big hug and you both went back to downstairs, you stopped at the bathroom and tried to fix your hair and makeup as much as you could and then went looking for Charles.

"Mon amour, where were you?...Are you ok?" He took your face soflty with both of his hands.

"Yes, I just have migraine, do you mind if we go now?"

"Sure, let me go get your things" Charles went to get your bag and coat, after you said your goodbyes to Carlos and Isa you got into Charles' Ferrari and drove away from the beautiful state.

You could still taste Lando on your lips, his hand felt as if it had been carved on your skin, it was like taking a fix from a drug and now it was time for the fall, feeling guilty, confused and in pain.

All of the sudden the car made a sharp turn into a dirt road.

"Charles!" You screamed as you held from the console and turned to look at him, he hit the brakes hard keeping his sight forward and a strong grip on the wheel.

"Charles?" You asked again in a lower tone.

"I can't with this anymore" His voice so low, it was almost as if he was talking to himself.

"What?" You heart started rushing a thousand miles an hour.

"I can see you're struggling with something and I swear I've been trying to respect your privacy, give you time and space to work things on your own but it's hurting me, my own girlfriend doesn't trust me" TA single tear fell from his eye, that one tear was enough to make you cry too, you knew this was the moment but it was harder than you thought.

"What is it y/n?"

You tried to pick the right words.

"Please, say something" His voice breaking at the end.

"I don't know if I want to get married" You whispered, which in the silence in the car felt like the loudest scream.

“Get married or marry me?”

“Charles, I…”

“Please, just tonight, I need you to be honest with me, please” His voice filled with frustration

“Marry you” you held your thighs hard feeling your nails pierce your skin over he fabric.

“Is it something I did? I swear I’ve tried to ch…”

“No, Charles, nothing like that!” You instinctively grabbed his arm but quickly returned your hands to your lap, “You’ve been nothing but amazing, and I’m so sorry about everything that happened in Silverstone, I shouldn’t have said what I said and I’m sorry I…” 

“It’s ok, you were right, this season has been hard and I was being too selfish” both of you stood in silence, just the low sound of the engine filling the air, you were wondering if you should come clean completely and say something about your affair, but your mind was made up, you were breaking up both ties so there was no use in causing anymore pain, if you said anything he would be losing his fiancé and his friend at the same time. 

“So, is it just the marriage that’s over or…” the pain in his voice making you want to jump out of the car.

“Charles, you deserve someone…”

“Don’t say someone better, because right now there’s no one for me better than you”

“Someone that wants to marry you, no questions asked, no doubts, no conditions, I love you, but…”

“But not enough” you just nodded with you head, you felt like a piece of shit. “I understand” he set the car on reverse and backed up the dirt road, you kept looking ahead, letting the tears fall freely down your face.

“I love you too” he said as he merged back into the road.

The ride back to your… well HIS apartment was in complete silence, not even the radio was on, both of you worried that any movement would push you over the edge.

Peace at the apartment was cut short when you started packing your things and said you were leaving to a hotel that same night, him being the gentleman he is, refused to let you be the one leaving, specially at night, he offered to stay with his mom or with Lorenzo, he even offered to ask Pierre if he could stay with him, but you knew him well, it was too soon to let people know about the break up, both of you needed time to process the situation before letting your friends and family know what had happened, also it was easier for you to check in a hotel without being recognized. He agreed to your plan just because you accepted his offer to pay for your hotel, it was going to be just a couple of days, he had to go to Marranello that same weekend and while he was out you'd be able to go to the apartment and stay there while you sorted your things out.

He helped you get your bags into your car and you hugged goodbye, you were going to miss him, but it was for the best. 

He wiped a tear from your cheek and gave one last peck on the lips.

You called in sick for two days and spend them drowned in the darkness of the hotel room, half the time you cried yourself to sleep the other half you were mad at yourself, how did you ended up here? Losing a perfect man while probably being in love with his friend, how dumb were you?

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[breezymichelle99]

Wake up sunshine Oscar’s win is not tainted because of Lando! Oscar’s win is tainted because of shit strategy from McLaren putting BOTH their drivers in a shitty position. Stop making Lando the villain in this narrative because he’s not. Could he have let Oscar pass sooner sure but that’s not the reason for the tension. The team is the reason for the tension. All this hate and discontent for Lando is so annoying; he’s not a team player, he’s a grown man acting like a brat, he’s a cry baby. What? Seriously? He’s an athlete in a competitive sport trying to win a championship. Of course he’s going to be upset, frustrated and act out. Especially when McLaren’s ass of a strategy has cost him what 2-3 races now. Putting the blame on Lando for ruining Oscar’s win is absolutely laughable. Could he have handled the celebration better of course he could. But think about what was going through his mind at the time as well. He’s being asked by his team to give up a win that would give him valuable points to close the gap between him and Max. And then because the decision was essentially being placed on his shoulders by a team that should be advocating for their driver he has to make a decision to either be selfish and take the win or come in second for the better of the team. And you can’t sit here and tell me that no matter which decision he would have made yesterday, to go for the win or sacrifice the win that he wouldn’t have been painted as the villain, because he always is no matter what decision he makes, it seems like no matter what he does he’s always wrong. And let’s not get started on the manipulation and gaslighting that came over the team radio basically threatening Lando to give the lead back or he will lose the support of his team and teammate in the champion chase. Asking this of a person who has come out publicly about his mental health struggles and issues with dealing with how people view him is so crazy to me, especially when the team is supposed to be an advocate for mental health. As I sit here and think back today on yesterdays race and all the hate being directed at Lando I can’t help but wonder; would someone like Max; whom we all know would have taken that win, gotten this much hate? The answer is no. He would have been called champion material, a pioneer in the sport and a visionary for going against his team’s orders to secure the win. So because he’s young and still trying to make a name for himself in the sport he hasn’t earned the same respect as Max? I call bullshit. That’s extremely unfair he’s worked extremely hard to be where he currently is and should be respected as such. Yes he’s young. Yes he’s going to make childish decisions, he’s freaking 24. Give him a damn break.

I hate that actual fans of his can’t even come into the tag right now without getting upset because of the hate and disrespect he’s getting. This is supposed to be a place we can go to support him, have a community of like minded people, who share content about our favorite driver not a hate blog. I’m so sick of it. If you want to bitch about it do it in a different tag. Sending death threats and hoping he wrecks is literally so childish and disgusting and you’re out here talking about him. And yes I’m aware that like me, you are entitled to your opinion regarding the race, the driver, the team etc but I’m also entitled to tell you stop being an asshole. Just because they are in the public eye doesn’t mean anything, they are still humans, they still are allowed to show emotion and have feelings. they are not robots.

Let’s just be kind. And try to enjoy the team 1-2 and Oscar’s first win and get ready for another fun race week. ❤️🩷

[thisismeracing]

I don't dislike Pierre, I really don't, but for some reason I get so happy every time Estie finishes ahead of him... I just can't lie to myself

it's so subconscious, sometimes I wonder why?! And I don't actually dislike or disapprove of any drivers accept MV and Sargent (again cannot pretend like I get good vibes out of them bc I don't), but I actually really enjoy seeing Estie/ Yuki/ Dan/ Zhou/ Valteri/ Albono sometimes even Lance racing, and have a lot of fun watching them race each other a little far back. It just feels like a whole different race is going on. And I don't know about you guys but I kinda consider 7th - 15th like a second version of the of the top 6 and nothing will change that, honestly with the cars they are driving is really like they are in a different category so 🤷‍♀️

Besides all that they have to handle being seen as "not so good" like they aren't driving the shitiest cars and delivering miracles half the time!! I really don't believe that just money alone could hold them on to their seats, they are good drivers!

We can see that, before Sargent got to Williams they under appreciated Alex, once they saw what a actual not so talented driver got out of their car (a.k.a has only got to the finish line like 4 times this year and all those 4 times, didn't get any of them higher than 17th) they realized real quick that Albon is great, and somehow manages point finishes and into Q2 in qualifying, with a car that barely holds itself together!

I love Mercedes and Ferrari! Lewis is still one of my favorite drivers, and the goat!

I see that somehow even though Ferrari it's at their worst, Charles manages to qualify in the top 6 all the damn time, and Carlos and him have been great at handling their frustrations with the team (we know a couple that would throw a tantrum), I admire so much the way Leclerc talks about Ferrari and he has so much love and faith for that team that he's willing to go through all these bad times and still makes clear to everyone that he's not leaving and sticking up for them! (u don't see much of that anymore, especially the other way around, teams sticking up for their drivers!!) *Not even going to talk about DeVries bcs it just gets me enraged

I love how positive George is, aways taking in the lessons and being smart about everything! He has so much talent, intelligence and heart! and won't think twice about being cunty.

Lando is doing amazing despite having to drive for that weak excuse of a team, and I'm really proud and happy to see it happening! He's talented and seems to be a sweetheart.

Oscar has been impressive and I didn't expect it! The way he got into his seat was so dramatic and chaotic, but not his fault at all!

Do I think Fernando should have stayed retired? Yes! Do I still enjoy him being a menace to everyone there? Also yes! I get angry at him every fkn race, but he owns that he's a devil's little spawn! + also one of the only one besides Lewis to stand up to RedBull + delivers entertainment!

Pierre is taking his chances and doing what he can to prove himself and establish his name as a big one for F1! + love him and Kika, so yes I do it for her at this point! + is unhinged on social media

But lately I've been watching the races for the fight for the 11th place 😭 also formula 2 is so much more entertaining (sports wise).

- 🎀

P.S i got carried away but I'd really like to know everyone's thoughts on this one!

love you Millie

and as always fuck gunther stainer and zack brown hope they have a miserable life ahead

Hi, babesss!

I have the same feeling when it comes to Pierre, I think I just like Estie bestie better and that's it yk. I enjoy watching the fight that happens between 7th and 15th place too, it's always nice and you can get a good view of drivers showing their abilities even when the car won't cooperate.

Charles, Carlos, George, and Lewis are a sight to see racing. I always look forward to seeing what they'll pull and how they'll deal with the shitty strategies when it comes to it. I don't remember which race but I remember George going from 20th to 7th (he had an incident with the car) and then the car really broke down and he dnf, but it was such a good race to watch.

I feel the same towards Fernando too, he brings entertainment t.

I think overall I agree with you on everything, hon. Lately it's been all about the fight that happens outside the podium positions because there's not really a fight when it comes to first place................

I've never tried F2, but if I ever find myself with some free time and looking forward to watching something fun I'll check it out and let you know! <3

Luv you, nonny! *forehead kiss*

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Proposal Preview Round Two

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# 02

Work Title: Scrums and Teamwork

Archive Warnings: No Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M, Gen

Rating: General

Relationship(s): Alex Albon/George Russell, Max Fewtrell/Lando Norris, Pierre Gasly/Charles Leclerc

Character(s): George Russell, Daniel Riccardo, Lando Norris, Charles Leclerc, Arthur Leclerc, Lance Stroll, Yuki Tusonda, Pierre Gasly, Esteban Ocon, Mick Schumacher, Callum Illot, Oscar Pistari, Alex Albon, Lewis Hamilton, Max Fewtrell

Additional Tag(s): Rugby AU, 5+1, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings

Word Count: 16616

Art Requests: I don't have a preference, I'm very happy to go with whatever the artist wants to go with.

Summary:

A rugby AU in which George Russell is the captain of the Formula Ruby team and has to deal with pre-season training, which turns out to be harder than he first thought. One of the main reasons for this is the tension that is still left over from the Ruby World Cup and the ongoing difficult relationship between French players Pierre Gasly and Charles Leclerc whilst trying to form a coherent team. George is also questioning the state of his relationship with Alex Albon (they get together in the end), and the issues surrounding the future of the English Ruby with the former coach Christian Horner getting fired. It’s all a little bit of a mess. However, it works out in the end, with the team winning their first game of the season, and James Vowels takes over the role of England team coach. The overall vibe of the whole thing is that it is a little bit messy but they are all trying their best to be dealing with feelings and the many issues surrounding teamwork.

Author Notes + Warnings:

So despite the fic surrounding the idea of rugby, there is no mention of anybody playing rugby. Instead, it focuses on all the little ins and out of the rugby team, the personalities within the team, how they bounce off each other, and the friendships and relationships created within it. Each section is set up as a different day, following the 5+1 format. Visuals include • A lot of blues and reds, which made up their team kits. (Their shirts, their shorts, their studs and mouth guards.) Each player has his surname and number, which is included in the list at the top on the back of the shirt. I don’t have an idea of what the team badge looks like, but happy to leave that to the artist. 

• There is a lot of focus on the team kits, both their countries' kits and their team kit. • The training kits are similar blues to their kits with blue trainers. • There are also a lot of greens with the pitch during the training seasons, whilst the match at the end is muddy with a lot of mud all over the place. • Each player also has a red suitcase and holdall. Each player also has a little keyring reflected in their personalities, e.g. Alex has a cat whilst Oscar has a koala.

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# 11

Work Title: whispers would deafen me now

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Categories: M/M

Rating: Mature

Relationship(s): Lando Norris/Daniel Ricciardo, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Pierre Gasly/Charles Leclerc

Character(s): Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc, Pierre Gasly, Lando Norris, Daniel Ricciardo

Additional Tag(s): Eventual Relationships, Violence, Guns, Gunshot Wounds, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Alternate Universe - Post Apocalypse

Word Count: 18000

Art Requests: I'm already on the floor sobbing that anyone would make any art for me so please no worried there! I would love to see if anyone would draw what my main characters wear! (the jackets and backpacks and gloves and everything :)

Summary:

Sequel to its all so incredibly loud.

After the events of Monaco, Charles, Daniel, Pierre and Lando can't risk staying any longer. Their only guide and their only hope of survival is Max, who left them when they needed him most. Told through Max's eyes, the journey from Monaco to the safety of Germany is not an easy one, and it's made a lot harder when the group starts lying to him. Eventual Max/Daniel/Lando with established Piarles! Lots of angst and hurt/comfort, and lots of the group getting to know each other again. 

Author Notes + Warnings:

as angsty as this is it's also an undercover love story. the bond between the Monaco four is strong, but they want Max there as well, even if he doesn't realize it. Graphic description of violence, blood, guns, killing for survival, food insecurity/food problems due to post-apoc setting, and gunshot wounds.

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# 12

Work Title: Nobody Does It Better

Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Rating: Mature

Relationship(s): Alexander Albon/George Russell

Character(s): Alexander Albon, George Russell (Formula 1 RPF), Christian Horner, Helmut Marko, Jost Capito, Claire Williams, Susie Wolff, Torger "Toto" Wolff, Nicholas Latifi, Max Verstappen, Lando Norris, Charles Leclerc, Zhou Guanyu, Valtteri Bottas, Lewis Hamilton (Formula 1 RPF), Nico Rosberg, Logan Sargeant, Oscar Piastri, Nigel Mansel, Alain Prost, Ayrton Senna, Original Female and Male Characters, Original Child Character(s)

Additional Tag(s): Alternate Universe - Spies & Secret Agents, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Childhood Friends, Trauma, Reconciliation, Action, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Humor, Mental Health Issues, Reconciliation, Accidental Child Acquisition, Global Warming, Grand Prixs

Word Count: 70000

Art Requests: I'd be happy to receive any piece of art! My favorite medium would either be some form of digital/traditional drawing or vintage collage. I know this is asking a lot, but if a vintage movie poster in the same fashion of the old James Bond films that would be so cool!

Summary:

This is an AU Universe where the F1 Grid (teams, drivers, etcetera) are all in a spy universe. This is the first story apart of said universe! Growing up, Alex Albon and George Russell were inseparable best friends. From boarding school to junior spy training, they always stuck together. But while out on their first mission in Belfast, a miscommunication occurs and they fail their mission due to a serious mishap that ends with a deadly consequence. With this, the two's friendship is broken when Alex is sent down to Williams, banned from field service and stuck to a working as a Secretary for while George has been upgraded to a full-time field Mercedes agent, carrying guilt and regret on the inside while constantly on the go. David Coulthard is an oil tycoon, planning to promote his eco-friendly oil to motorsport, and eventually the entire world at the Silverstone Grand Prix. Spies are sent to both protect and investigate the event; including Alex and George. Not to spoil anything major, but while at the proposal, major shit behind the scenes goes down and suddenly Alex and George are reunited with a ten year old girl in their hands. Both are accused of the major shit going on behind the scenes, and are forced to go on a cross country trip in hiding. They are accompanied by tech-savvy tech guy Nicholas Latifi and former French agent Alain Prost, who's hiding many secrets behind his sad eyes. Together, they must embark from outside of London all the way to the Scottish Highlands while being tracked down. Not only is it a mission to save the world, but it is also a mission of reunification. Author Notes + Warnings:

It's not prominent in the story, but there are themes of racism in the workplace, stereotypes, eating disorders and, mental health issues. There will also be graphic depictions of violent and major character deaths. These will be warned beforehand.

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# 21

Work Title: Lo Hecho Esta Hecho

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Rating: Explicit

Relationship(s):  Fernando Alonso (Formula 1 RPF)/Original Female Character(s)

Character(s): Fernando Alonso (Formula 1 RPF), Original Female Character(s), Mike Krack, Lance Stroll, Lawrence Stroll, Lewis Hamilton (Formula 1 RPF), Flavio Briatore

Additional Tag(s): Alternative Timeline, Enemies to Lovers, Sexual Tension, Fight, Sexism, Mentioned Mental Issues, Self Confidence Issues, Mentioned Sexual Harassment, Sex, Car Crash, Hospital, Love Confessions

Word Count: 82848

Art Requests: Anything graphic

Summary:

Charlie Whitlam is starting to enjoy her work again. After a whole career built at McLaren, the engineer accepts a new challenge at Aston Martin, as a race engineer for Sebastian Vettel. Everything seems perfect, until the German decides to retire and has his replacement announced: simply Fernando Alonso, her greatest nightmare. Charlie and Fernando's story dates back to his second stint at McLaren, when a terrible car and rude comments by the driver during a debrief in Montreal almost caused her to resign. However, eight years have passed since that day and she is determined not to let Fernando enter her mind, which may be a more difficult task than she imagined. Author Notes + Warnings:

This story is enemies to lovers in its purest form. The main settings are hotel rooms, Charlie's apartment in Northampton and Fernando's house in Lugano, Switzerland. Scenes that I believe can be illustrated, in a way, are the two nights in Imola, as well as their meeting in Charlie's apartment, specially the encounter between Fernando and Ron. I have no problem with NSFW illustrations.

The story has mentions of crashes, sexual harassment, sexism and a lot of cursing.

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# 22

Work Title: A Tale of A Thousand Shirts

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Rating: Mature

Relationship(s): Charles Leclerc/Sebastian Vettel, Pierre Gasly/Kimi Räikkönen

Character(s): Charles Leclerc, Sebastian Vettel, Kimi Räikkönen, Pierre Gasly

Additional Tag(s): Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, Pining, Falling in Love, Fluff and Humor, Idiots in Love, Sexual Inuunedo

Word Count: 15000

Summary:

Kimi and Sebastian are two best friends that work and live together on a farm, but they’re barely able to manage the place, let alone take care of themselves. Enter Pierre and Charles, who are two lost souls that Sebastian instantly takes a liking to out of the hundred other displaced men that are seeking new prospects in a new land, and they join Kimi and Seb on their farm. Pierre and Charles are absolutely aghast at how the other two men live, and they immediately rectify the situation by taking care of these two inept men who have no clue how bad they’ve had it. They cook, they clean, they help out around the farm – Pierre and Charles are determined to do it all! The story circles around Charles helplessly pining after an oblivious Sebastian. Charles overcomes his fear of animals, does copious amounts of laundry, all while trying his best to show Sebastian how he feels. On the other hand Sebastian is charmed by the zeal in how Charles approaches the mundanity in their everyday lives, but he doesn’t allow himself to see Charles as a romantic interest, fearing that it is a line he shouldn’t cross. In the background, Kimi and Pierre have formed a relationship of friends-with-benefits, and they both grow more and more exasperated by how their respective best friends are idiots in love that won’t admit their feelings to each other.   Also, there's a lot of shirts that get destroyed. Author Notes + Warnings:

Not meant to be a sadfic in any way! The vibe I'm going for is cute fluff and salaciously humorous with a side of exasperation -- 'Why can't Charles and Seb figure out that they like each other and ride off into the sunset instead of Charles mending Seb's ripped shirts like the housewife he is, sighing wistfully as he watches Seb ride a horse wearing just chaps and nothing else?? Because Kimi is sick of seeing them pussyfoot around, but Pierre just shakes his head and leads Kimi into the hayloft for a quickie to distract him from the disaster that is Seb and Charles'. 

There’s NSFW scenes that include sex in inappropriate places, conversations that include sex, misuse of shirts for masturbatory/copulation cleanup, and a couple threats of bodily harm if ‘you break my best friend’s heart’.

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# 23

Work Title: i can see you being my addiction

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Rating: Explicit

Relationship(s): Charles Leclerc/Max Verstappen

Character(s): Alexander Albon, Pierre Gasly, Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, Esteban Ocon, Daniel Ricciardo, George Russell (Formula 1 RPF), Carlos Sainz, Lance Stroll, Yuki Tsunoda, Max Verstappen

Additional Tag(s): Alternate Universe - Office, Personal Assistant, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Sexual content, Smut

Word Count: 30000

Summary:

Office AU. Max is the Chief Business Officer of Verstappen Co. Charles, freshly unemployed and supremely underqualified, gets the job as his new personal assistant. Charles has heard a lot of things about Max, most of them bad, and he's more than a little intimidated by his new boss. He's also finding it difficult to stop thinking about just how attractive his new boss is, but that's completely beside the point.

Heavy on the bonding through mutual discomfort with emotion, lots of Charles getting Max coffee and making sure he eats and just generally taking care of Max. Also, heavy on the whirlwind Christmas romance vibes, buying each other little presents, meeting family members, easily-preventable misunderstandings and repressed emotions galore.

The general vibe I'm going for is semi-Christmassy romcom, with the majority of scenes taking place in their office, except for one notable trip to Paris.

Artist Notes + Warnings:

The majority of the fic takes place in the lead-up to the Christmas period, so lots of Christmassy vibes. Also, a business trip to Paris where there ends up being only one bed (oh no...how could this happen).

Max is Charles' boss, and therefore in an inherent position of power over him. However, Max is very aware of this, and at no time is Charles coerced into anything through this power differential or made to feel uncomfortable. The rating of the work is going to be explicit due to some sex scenes, but also due to Charles' incredibly thirsty internal dialogue.

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