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norrisainz33 · 1 month ago

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pr || ls18

summary: fans are convinced lance and his victoria secret model gf are just a pr stunt but they’re actually just two best friends in love

pairing: lance stroll x model!reader

fc & warnings: barbara palvin x some hate comments

requested: yes!! thank you for your patience!

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f1gossip: looks like our very own lance stroll has been spotted with a mystery woman out in montreal ahead of the grand prix this weekend. this is not the first time these two have been spotted together either… perhaps they’re getting a bit more serious and we’ll see her this sunday? if anyone recognizes her, let us know!

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user1: nauuurrrrr lance that was supposed to be me

user2: we lost another one to a model chat

user3: you mean to tell me you lot don’t recognize the vs angel ynuser when you see her?!

user2: mate all we’ve seen is blurry pics of her hair

user3: she’s got recognizable hair!!!

f1gossip: timelines seem to line up with her posts and where we’ve seen her and lance together! i think you cracked the code user3

user4: it’s giving pr stunt bc how did he manage to get a vs model….

user7: no fr!! either that or she’s with him for daddy’s money

user8: yes this has pr written allllll over it

user5: i hope we DONT see her sunday

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ynuser: montreal i think i might love you

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yourbff: holy moly i’m obsessed

user3: mother is mothering (also i called this)

lance_stroll: nice flowers

ynuser: thanks! the person who got them for me is even nicer

f1gossip: 👀

user4: what sorta pr nonsense interaction is this

user12: oooo you’re so effortlessly gorgeous

flavy.barla: 😍 wow!

ynuser: 😘

f1gossip: 👀 x2

user18: i can give you flowers too ya know

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lance_stroll: thankful for the two weeks at home! always great to see the crowd out here in montreal. merci beaucoup canada- on to austria we go 🤍🇨🇦

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user1: holy heck you are so fine

user2: maple syrup making the dump is sending me

astonmartinf1: maple syrup ✔️ refreshing time at home ✔️ ready to get some points in austria ✔️

ynuser: face so pretty they should be putting YOU on magazine covers

lance_stroll: 🤭 oh stop! we both know you’re the only one fit for magazines and runways

user4: ohh look pr getting even more interactive i see

user11: you look so good in am green

estebanocon: 💪🏻 great weekend mate! thanks for taking me and flavy around canada

lance_stroll: of course mon ami! we love spending time with you guys 🤍

user3: WE?! who is WE

user22: cutie patootie

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f1gossip: in a recent interview where model, y/n y/l/n, talks through the upcoming vs fashion show she was also asked if there was anyone special who would be in attendance…. she blushed and said: “my partner is going to be there! he has yet to come to any of my shows so i’m really excited that it finally works with his schedule!” we can only assume she’s talking about a certain f1 driver 🤔

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user1: wow how did i not realize how stunning she is

user8: how long do you think we have to put up with this fake relationship

user4: it’s already been way longer than i would have wanted

user3: if it’s pr why are both of them being so secretive? can’t 2 people just be happy? like leave them be

user3: omg lance at the vs show?!?!?!? ain’t no way i can’t WAIT to see him there

user33: f1 driver try not to date a model challenge failed

user4: at least she’s a real model 😭

user12: you lot are miserable in these comments fr. i don’t follow f1 but my girl was mentioned and i do NOT like how yall talking abt her.

user18: welcome to being a lance stan. we live in the trenches but we all love y/n here!! it’s the other fans who are annoying

user12: whelp…. seems i will be going to war for lance

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user1: this is hot wtf

yourbff: oh!

ynuser: 🤭

yourbff: he got any single friends so i can get this sorta treatment too or.......

ynuser: HAHA i'll ask

user18: a tear just ran down my ….. nvm i’ll keep that one to myself

yoursibling: princess can’t walk on her own?

ynuser: these shoes hurt my feet

yoursibling: of course they do hahahah well im glad hes coming in handy

ynuser: lance is simply the best

user55: just disappointed this ain’t me fr

lance_stroll: i love you baby girl

ynuser: i love you too sweet boy

lance_stroll: you promise?

ynuser: what? of course i do!!

lance_stroll: i've been reading too many of the comment on our posts :(

ynuser: ohhh baby don't do that!! no one knows what our relationship is like besides us and i love you more than words could ever express

lance_stroll: i know its just easier said than done to ignore it sometimes

ynuser: i get it baby i really do and i'm sorry. people will always have an opinion an we can't change that but don't ever doubt just how much i love you 🤍

user16: glad whoever this is is treating you like the queen you are

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f1gossip: and just like that! it's official. lance has arrived to the victoria's secret fashion show red carpet alongside the gorgeous vs angel, y/n y/l/n.

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user18: the video of them arriving might be the happiest we’ve seen lance look in like years

user22: this makes my heart so happy

user8: fake fake fake

user12: adopting him and starting to watch f1 was the best decision i made man look at my mom and dad

user18: the strookies are so glad to have you 💚

user4: contracts gotta be almost up after this!!

user3: this is jobless behavior user4

user88: wow she looks incredible and honestly this is one of his best outfits in a while. gf effect is real

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chloestroll: how in the world does she always look so perfect

lance_stroll: i ask myself that every day. shes truly beautiful inside and out

chloestroll: my baby brothers in love ❤️‍🔥🥰

lance_stroll: as the kids would say, i'm down bad

user18: hold on is she wrapping your hugo boss jumper around her legs in the second slide!? brb crying

ynuser: thank you for being here! these shows make me so nervous

lance_stroll: there is no place i'd rather be!

flavy.barla: CUTIES!!! did you make sure she got the flowers from este and i?

lance_stroll: of course i did! she cried real tears and said she was going to call you after the show 😘

user8: you and your pr fling ❤️

astonmartinf1: the couple of the century holy moly

lance_stroll: 😉

user12: you better close your eyes every time another model walks by that isnt our queen

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ynuser: another vs fashion show in the books! thank you to everyone who made this possible - to the team of incredible stylists, to vs, to my friends for supporting me through this journey and to my darling lance who is always my biggest cheerleader and never says no to milkshakes at midnight. see you same time next year 🤍

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chloestroll: my favorite angel

ynuser: my favorite stroll 🤍

lance_stroll: hello??????

chloestroll: lance look away this is a private convo

lance_stroll: yeah i’ll be having private convos with you both 😘

ynuser: god forbid the girlies are besties ��

user12: the milkshake photo im sobbing 😭

lance_stroll: i love being your cheerleader 😘

ynuser: and i love being yours my handsome man 🤍

user24: i’ve never seen someone so gorgeous

flavy.barla: wish este and i could have been there! so proud of you beautiful 😍

ynuser: thank you!!! i can’t wait to see you in cannes 😘

user18: only watched that show for you and god was it worth it

yourbff: IM SO PROUD OF YOU

ynuser: THANK YOU

user27: this is my version of the royal couple

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a/n: thanks for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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rckfackt · 9 months ago

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Of course I’m coming bck 2 posting on tumblr b/c of thm

#formula 1 #formula one #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #yes I made max’z chest bigger I needed 2 #i saw an opportunity and i took it #formula 1 fanart #formula 1 fandom #digital art #artwork #my art

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heartysworld · 11 months ago

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The third wheel // LN4

Lando Norris x Female Reader

In his attempts to make you feel less lonely, Lando ends up being the one who feels neglected.

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Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated! Feel free to send requests or other questions if you happen to have any! Enjoy!

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You wake up to the soft sounds of Milo’s tiny yawns and the gentle rustling of the covers as you carefully slip out of bed. Blinking against the sunlight streaming through the curtains, you stretch and cradle the little furball close to you. The puppy that Lando got you for your birthday has been your constant companion, especially during those long weeks when he’s away racing and you're unable to join him.

Milo has filled a void in your life that you hadn’t fully realized was there. His playful antics and loyal presence have made Lando’s frequent absences more bearable. Today, though, Lando is finally home for the summer break, and you’re both excited to spend some quality time together.

You move around the bedroom, getting ready for the day. Milo follows you everywhere like a shadow, his tiny paws padding softly on the floor. You pick out a casual dress and head to the bathroom to freshen up. As you brush your hair, you glance at Milo in the mirror. He’s sitting obediently, watching you with his big, adoring eyes, his tail thumping against the floor.

“Are you ready for a walk, handsome?” you ask, smiling at him as you lean down to give him a loving scratch between his ears and earning a small lick of your wrist.

From the bedroom doorway, Lando’s voice chimes in. "Yeah, just about," he replies, his tone filled with warmth and excitement.

You laugh softly, realizing that Lando thinks you were talking to him. Turning around, you see him standing there, grinning at you. "I was actually talking to Milo," you say, giggling.

Lando’s smile falters slightly, but he quickly recovers and laughs along. “I see how it is.” he mutters playfully, though there's a hint of real disappointment in his eyes.

You walk over to him and give him a quick kiss. “Oh, come on, Lando. You know I love you too. Ready to go?”

The three of you step out into the sunlit streets of Monaco, Milo trotting happily between you. The morning air is fresh and crisp, and you can’t help but feel a sense of contentment. As you walk hand in hand with your boyfriend, you two chat about everything that’s happened while he was away.

“Did you see the photos I sent you from when we visited that new café?” you ask, looking up at him.

“Yeah, it looked amazing. We should go there together.” Lando replies, squeezing your hand.

You nod enthusiastically. “Definitely. They have the best pastries and even offer pup cups for pets!”

Milo tugs on his leash, eager to explore as the mention of his second favorite thing reaches his floppy ears. You laugh and let him lead the way for a bit. Every so often, he stops to sniff at something or chase a fluttering leaf, and you can’t resist bending down to pet him and tell him how cute he is.

Lando watches, a soft smile on his face, but you notice a hint of something else in his eyes. Is it jealousy? You brush the thought aside, focusing on enjoying the walk.

Later, you stop by a little café for a quick breakfast. You find a table outside, and while you and Lando sip your coffee and nibble on croissants, Milo sits at your feet, looking up at you expectantly.

“Do you think he wants some?” Lando asks, pointing to Milo.

You chuckle. “Probably. He’s always hungry.”

Lando tears off a small piece of his croissant and hands it to Milo, who gobbles it up with a wagging tail. “Good boy, Milo." Lando says, ruffling his fur.

As the day goes on, you visit a few shops, picking up some treats for Milo and a couple of things for the house. Everywhere you go, people stop to admire Milo and comment on how adorable he is while your worldwide famius boyfriend is waiting on the side. You beam with pride, feeling like a proud parent.

Back at home, you and Lando prepare dinner together. As you chop vegetables and he stirs the sauce, you talk about your plans for the rest of the summer break.

“I was thinking we could take a trip somewhere,” Lando suggests. “Maybe a weekend getaway?”

“That sounds perfect,” you agree, smiling at him. “Where do you have in mind?”

“Maybe the south of France? It’s not too far, and we could take Milo with us.”

You nod, your excitement growing. “I’d love that. Milo would too, I’m sure.”

As you finish preparing the meal, you notice Lando watching you with a thoughtful expression. “What’s on your mind, handsome?” you ask, setting the table.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “You know, sometimes I feel like Milo is the man in this relationship,” he says with a half-smile.

You pause, looking up at him with a raised eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, he gets all your attention. I feel like I’m the one begging for it,” he admits, trying to sound light-hearted but clearly feeling a bit left out.

You laugh softly, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist slowly making their way up to the base of his neck, something that you know makes Lando melt. “Lando, you’re always going to be my number one. Milo is just... well, he’s our little baby. It’s different.”

Lando chuckles, pulling you closer. “I guess I’ll have to get used to sharing you.”

The following race weekend, you’re at the Dutch Grand Prix accompaning Lando with Milo safely by your side. As Lando talks with some of his friends and fellow drivers, he shares his feelings about Milo taking over the house. They laugh, nodding in understanding.

“I know exactly what you mean,” says Carlos. “When we got our dog, I felt the same way. But trust me, it gets better. You just have to find a balance.”

Charles chimes in, “Yeah, and sometimes, it’s nice to have a little competition for their affection. Keeps things interesting.”

Lando grins, feeling a bit more reassured. The camaraderie with his friends helps ease his worries.

During the race, you and Milo cheer Lando on from the sidelines. Milo barks excitedly whenever Lando’s name is mentioned, and you can’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm.

After the race, Lando comes over, sweaty and tired but grinning from ear to ear. He scoops Milo up into his arms and gives you a kiss. “We did it!” he exclaims, pulling your body closer to his.

“You were amazing out there,” you say, beaming at him. “We’re so proud of you.”

That evening, back at the hotel, the three of you curl up on the couch. Milo is snuggled between you, his little head resting on Lando’s lap. You lean against Lando’s shoulder, feeling content and happy.

“You know,” Lando says softly, “I think Milo might be growing on me. He’s not so bad.”

You smile, reaching over to stroke Milo's fur. “See? We’re a perfect little family.”

Lando chuckles, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Yeah, we are.”

As the night settles in, you all cuddle closer, enjoying the warmth and comfort of being together. In that moment, everything feels just right. The love and connection between you, Lando, and Milo create a perfect harmony, making every moment together special.

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madelynn-sienna · 10 months ago

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the alchemy (lando norris x reader)

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★ prompt: ❛❛ where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me . . . ❜❜ ★ pairing : lando norris x singer!reader ★ face claim : taylor swift ★ genres : fluff and humour ★ a/n : this is my first shot at writing, so i'm not sure how it's come out (i know the alchemy isn’t on the anthology, but that was a bit of creative liberty on my end). i really had to write this first one to celebrate little lando's win though! what an amazing race we had today at zandvoort ✨ ★ feedback and requests are always appreciated!

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yourinstagram what if I told you I'm back? the tortured poets department out august 25.

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user1 she really do be going missing for months, only to show up with a whole new album.

user2 its giving are you ready for it and reputation.

user3 its not very demure or very mindful😭 user4 i mean, she's been MIA for a year just like before rep. user5 is it really missing if she's still being attending races?

user6 this better not be another break up album yn.

user7 fr yn, i'm not ready to be a child of divorce. user8 where's mr no wins? he's not in the comments. user9 you mean mr now wins. forgetting miami already? user10 they better still be together😭 user11 you lot really have no chill. he's here!

landonorris ❤️

user12 she looks sad. why does she look so sad?

user13 right? first picture looks like she's mid breakdown😭 user14 yn and lando better still be together!

fernandoalonzo lando what have you done this time?

landonorris why do you assume it's my fault? danielricciardo it's always your fault. landonorris no it isn't! carlossainz usually is. oscarpiastri always is. landonorris tell them to stop bullying me y/n, it isn't my fault😭 yourinstagram is not lando's fault - i swear, scouts honour! user15 i swear, scouts honour? easter eggs perchance?

landonorris i told you not to look so sad, everyone thinks its my fault!

yourinstagram i didn't think you were serious, you know I love you landonorris did y'all here that, she loves me! landonorris i love you too 💖 yourinstagram honestly, who are we to fight the alchemy?

kellypiquet can't wait to listen to it!

yourinstagram you've already heard the entire album😭 kellypiquet 👀

alexandrasaintmleux i know it's going to be amazing💕

yourinstagram you're welcome to come over for a sneak peak ;) charlesleclerc can i come too?

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landonorris that's more like it — pole position baby 🧡

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yourinstagram so proud of you my love ❤️

yourinstagram never been prouder to wear papaya 🧡 kellypiquet you only wear papaya on the track! yourinstagram shhhh 👀 landonorris i'm right here babe. landonorris i thought you loved the colour 😭 yourinstagram you see 🥺 👉 👈 yourinstagram i'd wear it for you any day though... kellypiquet point is you don't 😂 yourinstagram kelly! stop exposing me here 😭 kellypiquet that's revenge for telling max i don't like red bull. landonorris you're lucky i love you yn 💖 maxverstappen and you're lucky i love you kelly💕

user1 lando on pole and ttpd out tomorrow, i don't think i'm getting any sleep 😭

user2 i swear, idk how i'm going to cope. user3 i'm going to be screaming, crying, throwing up. user4 right?!? thank god i don't have work tomorrow. user5 i'm going to need 2-3 business days to recover.

user6 an album and a pole?!? they really do be spoiling us...

user7 we need a mclaren 1-2 tomorrow

user8 lets go lando🔥🔥🔥

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yourinstagram all's fair in love and war... the tortured poets department out now.

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landonorris 👀 ❤️

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mclaren he wins in miami and he wins in zandvoort 🧡 GIVE IT UP FOR OUR TWO-TIME RACE WINNER EVERYONE 🏆

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yourinstagram made me the proudest girl alive today lan ♥️

landonorris you make me feel like the luckiest man alive everyday. yourinstagram awww, i love you ❤️ landonorris i love you more than words can express my love ��

oscarpiastri congratulations lando🧡

maxverstappen well done brother!

carlossainz felicidades lando!

user1 that. kiss.

user2 right? all that mattered to him in that moment was yn 🥺 user3 it felt like we were intruding on something so private! user4 i swear, i was like it's on tv but it feels like i should see that.

user5 they said there was no chance, trying to be the greatest in the league.

user6 WHERE'S THE TROPHY? HE JUST COMES RUNNING OVER TO ME!

user7 a win and a double album?!? i need a week to process this.

user8 and so lando no wins becomes lando two wins!!

user9 those haters really have gone silent all of a sudden. user10 yn and lando really shut them up!

user11 watch him win the world championship now 🏆

user12 you heard it hear first ladies and gentleman!

user13 lando we can be world champion i said.

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f1wags can we take a moment to appreciate how that man ran to yn the moment he got out of the car!

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user1 the way they literally had to get lando back on the car😭

user2 right? he really forgot they need pictures of him there. user3 he really be like i need yn before everything else!

user4 where can i get him?

user5 where's the trophy? he just comes running over to me.

user6 lando is the prime example of if he wanted to he would.

user7 the way that man simps over her, we all need lando in our lives.

user8 right, like those eyes on her ttpd post. user9 our boy knows that she's a mastermind user10 you can't convince me he didn't know the anthology was coming!!

user12 he so knew alchemy was coming on the anthology.

user13 right? he was really like i can make your dreams come true. user14 i know he gave it a little extra to win for yn today!

user15 you cant tell me yn didn't plan this!

user16 yn really proved she's the mastermind today❤️

user17 the way lando and yn liked this.

user18 and mclaren too - admin definitely ships lando x yn 🧡

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4norizz · 3 months ago

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Landoscar Fun

Summary— Oscar admits your relationship and lets Lando join you for a night of fun

Warnings— smut ; threesome ; aftercare ; dom!oscar ; soft dom!Lando ; sub!reader ; blowjob

A/N— enjoy 😉

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“What’s the deal between you two?” Lando asked. “Dating or?”

“Her? Well, technically, just not publicly.” Oscar responded. “Maybe you could join; she loves company in the bedroom.”

“Really?” Lando questioned. “You wouldn’t mind?”

“No, it's always fun to add spice.” He replied. He went and grabbed her from the dance floor.

“What are your plans tonight, love?” Lando asked, shooting her a mischievous smirk.

“Since my brother is gone, no more drinking.” She pouted. She nudged Oscar, giving him that specific look. “Celebrating, maybe.”

“I was just talking about that, darling,” Oscar mentioned. “What if he joins us tonight?” He whispered to only her. Her face lights up, and she grabs Lando’s hand and Oscar’s, leading them away.

They admired her confidence. They also admired her short dress and how it almost showed her entire ass. Oscar grabbed it on her way into the elevator, causing her to smirk. Once in the elevator, she kissed him, and Oscar quickly established his dominance by grabbing her neck.

“Your room or mine?” She giggled.

“Up to you, darling, you’re the one getting ruined,” Oscar responded, removing his hand from her neck. She giggled again and kissed Lando as well.

“Your room, mine is an absolute mess,” She responded, looking into Lando’s glistening eyes. “Like I’ll be tonight, hm? " she whispered to him.

They make their way to Oscar’s room, giggling through the hallways. Oscar opens the door, allowing them to pass first. Lando sits in a chair, not knowing what he should do.

“Strip for me,” Oscar demanded. Her giggly mood changed, and so did her attire. She did as told and stripped her clothes. “Such a good girl.”

Lando caught the hint that Oscar was in control now. She wants to beg, but she has nothing specific to beg for. A whine erupts from her, and Oscar doesn’t like that response.

“Be a good girl and please our guest.” Oscar retorted, undressing himself.

She walked over to the man sitting on the chair in the corner. She straddled his legs and kissed him. He grabbed her ass, squeezing and slapping it occasionally. “Harder.” She moaned. He obliged and slapped her ass harder.

Oscar grabbed and stood her up, causing her to cross her arms while pouting. “Ties or no?” He asked her.

“I was busy.” She remarked. He does this when they have company, to keep her attention and to hear her sass.

“I asked you a question, darling; there's no need for attitude,” Oscar responded calmly.

“No.” She said quickly.

“Hey, there's no need to be so harsh, love,” Lando said, pulling her towards him by her waist. He turned her around to face him, and he pulled her face down to kiss her. “That was his way of getting your attention.”

The soothing calmness that came from Lando was enough for her mood to revert. Lando runs his hand up her thigh and towards her core. She straddled him again. His hand reached where she was dripping with arousal.

“So wet, love,” Lando announced. He teased her, awaiting for Oscar to interrupt again. Sure enough, Oscar had other plans.

“Darling, it sounds more like he’s pleasing you and not the other way around,” Oscar said, almost annoyed. She rolled her eyes, and Lando kissed her.

She gets on her knees in front of him and removes his trousers. She takes no time to tease and start sucking. Lando realized her hair was bothering her and gathered it in a ponytail. She went faster, sucking his cock like no other. Lando groaned and came to his high quickly.

“Fuck love.” He groaned, pulling her hair slightly as a reaction to his climax. She moaned on him as his cum shot into her mouth.

“Swallow like a good girl,” Oscar said from behind her. She did as told and swallowed the cum effortlessly.

“Come see love,” Lando said, having an arm outstretched towards her. She grabbed his hand and straddled his lap once more. They made out while waiting for Oscar. He returned with lube, and Lando leaned back in the chair.

“Go ahead, darling.” Oscar motioned her to get onto Lando. She lifted herself, only to return down on his cock. She moaned with a bit of restraint.

“Easy, easy.” Lando cooed, watching her go a bit too fast. He put a hard grip on her hips and eased her slowly down. She moaned as she bottomed out. “No need to rush love.”

He kissed her as she fell into his chest, loving the filling feeling. Lando slowly lifted her, returning her down. He could tell it was a struggle for her with his size. She was too tight for Oscar to even think of trying anything more than what she was taking.

She grabbed Lando's button-up shirt, tightly intertwining her hands in it. Lando looked at Oscar, who could also tell she was struggling. They silently agreed to just take care of her for the night.

“How’s that darling?” Oscar asked, moving her hair away from her face. Lando slowly moved her up and down leisurely, both drinking her moans and whining. She couldn’t form words, but she nodded.

“Yeah?” Lando smirked at her nod. Knowing he was the one causing her inability to speak. He felt her walls constrict lightly against him, causing his head to fall back and his lip to catch in his teeth.

“Mm, close..” she mumbled, digging her head into his shoulder as her body trembled and faltered at the pleasure. Oscar took his opportunity and rubbed her clit slowly. Erupting a moan to escape her lips.

“I feel you love; let it go,” Lando whispered before kissing her sweet spots, making her moan more. “That’s it, love, relax. I’ve got you.” He stilled her hips as she orgasmed. She almost ripped his shirt as she held on tightly to cum.

She moaned out as her body shook from the pleasure. Her mouth hung open as she breathed heavily. Oscar removed his hand, sucking the remnants. “You did so well, darling.” Oscar soothed.

“Can we give him a show?” She asked, fucked out. Oscar and Lando could go on for hours, but the one orgasm she had seemed to have drained her completely. They noticed that.

“Darling, are you sure?” Oscar asked, seemingly aware she wouldn’t give it up. “You seem tired.”

She hummed as a response squirming around, realizing Lando was still buried deep inside her tight cunt. A shaky breath escaped her lips, and Lando chuckled. “You don’t have to push yourself love.” He added.

“We can give him a show some other time, darling. You did really well today,” Oscar praised. “We should get you showered and in bed.” She whined at the realization that the night was far from over, but not in the way she wanted it to end.

“Come on, love, it won’t take long,” Lando said, toying with her hair. Not long after a bit of silence, he lifted her off of his cock. She moaned at the emptiness, and he kissed her. Oscar realized she wouldn’t be able to stand and picked her up.

“Do you want to shower or take a bath?” He asked, sitting her on the toilet cover. She wondered whether she wanted to soak in hot water or take her chances getting railed in the shower.

“Shower," She said. He knew her thoughts like the back of his hand and started a bath. He smiled at her attempt and kissed her forehead.

“Good try, darling.” He chuckled as he grabbed bath salts and sprinkled them throughout the water. Lando peeked his head in and smiled.

“I’m going to head down to my room, but I’ll be waiting for your call, love,” He said, planting a kiss on her head. They heard the door close, and she sulked.

“I’m sorry..” she said.

“For what, darling?” Oscar said, concerned she was being too hard on herself. “Don’t be sorry about tonight; you did a lot today. Understandably, you’re tired.”

She nods her head and sinks into the water, sighing in relief. Oscar starts washing her body and hair, causing her to relax and almost fall asleep in the bath.

“Let’s get you to bed.” He laughed lightly, watching as her eyes drooped. He helped her out and dried her off. He put her in one of his shirts and then into his bed. “Good night.” He smiled as he tucked her in and kissed her forehead.

The McLaren boy showered himself and put on boxers to sleep. He curled up in bed and pulled her closer by her waist.

She doesn’t sleep long, a wet dream clouding her head as she moans in restlessness. Her movements and noises woke Oscar. “Hey...” He whispered, unsure if she was awake and trying to get his attention.

“Oh god..” She moaned. “Yes, Oscar fuck.” She continued. He shook her awake, and she looked at him with embarrassment.

“Are you okay, darling?" He asked, caressing her face. It’s not often she gets wet dreams; it’s usually him, and she takes care of him.

“I fell asleep horny.” She whined. “I need you, Osc..” She felt the desire bubbling, hoping he’d give her a hand.

“I can help with that.” He whispered back. He pulled his boxers off and helped her straddle his hips.

She slowly sunk on him and moaned in relief. He moved her hips slowly, a rhythm that would make her sleepy again. She lay comfortably on top of him as he moved her hips slowly. Small moans and whines come from her lips.

“Relax, darling, I’ve got you.” He whispered after she let out a strained whine. “That's it.” He praised as she relaxed on his chest.

She finishes, slightly shaking. He pulls her off and lets her stay on top of him. She hums in relief and falls back into a deep sleep.

She’s no longer on top of him in the morning, but she is the little spoon. She felt too comfortable to get up and fell back asleep. He woke up shortly after she did and moved to his phone.

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Drag - O.P. 81

Chapter 1: Opportunity of a Lifetime

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Summary: Street Racer vs F1 Driver, a connection that’s undeniable, and the opportunity of a lifetime.

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Female OC

CW: swearing, and OC is lowkey an F1 hater at the beginning lmao also I’ve never raced before so there may be inaccuracies with the street racing in the beginning. I’m doing my best ✋

A/N: AHHHHHH IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY Divider is by @saradika-graphics

Word Count: 2.4k

*DISCLAIMER: I do not know any of the people in this fanfiction personally, these are all just the works of my imagination.

Josie didn’t remember how she got into racing. Racing just sort of happened to her. Her mom would blame “bad influences” from school, but she knew she was chasing something more—a feeling. A feeling that was unnamed, and undecided. Though, that could be anything considering she didn’t feel at all anymore.

But as she sat in the seat of some stranger’s duped up Monte Carlo, speeding down I-15, her heart swelled. She looked in her side mirror, watching her opponents disappear into the night. A laugh escaped her lips as she applied more pressure to the gas pedal, attempting to go even faster, and attempting to push the car to its limit. It wasn’t her car—none of them were. But she never crashed, never slid, never faltered…her technique was perfect.

Nothing beat the thrill of racing—the high speeds, the late nights, the adrenaline of trying to not get caught. Street racing wasn’t legal by any means in the US, but perhaps that was what fueled her to continue doing it: the chase.

In a swift movement, Josie stepped on the breaks, drifting the car around the apex of the corner she was approaching. As she entered the off-ramp of the interstate, she was quick to slow her pace again—not that it would’ve mattered too much. Vegas was quiet at this time of evening. Not an officer in sight, or another living soul besides the other racers.

She came to a stop at a red light. In her rearview mirror, she watched as the others caught up to her. She rolled down the two front windows, leaning back in her seat as one car pulled up beside her.

“There’s no way you beat us in that piece of shit.”

Josie watched as the man carded a hand through his hair frustratedly.

“I mean, it’s a Monte Carlo,” he continued, clearly upset by the fact that he lost. “1985. They aren’t even fast by racing standards.”

“It’s a good car,” she leaned forward, patting the dash with her hand. “You just have to know it’s strengths and weaknesses to drive it well.”

“That car has zero strengths,” he laughed shallowly. “I spent years modding the hell out of that thing, and it’s still garbage.”

“Clearly it’s not,” she smirked, looking forward again. “I just think you’re not a good driver.”

“Oh yeah?” He scoffed. “And what makes a good driver?”

She shrugged. “Confidence.”

Before he could respond, the light turned green. Josie quickly accelerated, losing sight of him once again. She felt the breeze sweep through her hair as she weaved through the quiet streets of the city. She let her arm dip out of the window next to her, feeling the cool air push against her skin.

The drive back to the garage was always one she dreaded. It meant the night was over—the racing was finished. If there was some world where she could race for the rest of her life, she’d take it in a heartbeat. She envied those who had the luxury, but it was one that was always out of reach for her. Perhaps it always would be. After all, nobody living on the line of poverty ever made it into professional motorsports overnight.

No, that only happened in movies.

•

“Hot or iced?”

The customer, deadpanned, stared back at her as if she had just asked them the most complicated question in the world.

“Uhhhh,” they glanced up at the menu again, before looking back towards her. “Iced?”

They didn’t sound very sure in their answer, but she didn’t feel like pushing the matter further. She quickly typed the order in as the customer paid. While they walked away, she felt her shoulders sink in relief.

Only thirty more minutes and she could go home.

She glanced up at the TV that hung on the wall across the room. The coffee shop she worked in usually played all kinds of different channels, but this weekend, it was all Formula 1.

As a Vegas native, she grew to resent when it was race week. Which seemed ironic, given her usual nighttime activities. But to her, F1 was a joke. All privileged, rich men who essentially paid their way to their seats. She knew in her gut that, if given the chance, she could out-drive any of them. It didn’t matter, though, because that would never happen.

“Last year, Lewis Hamilton got coffee from here.”

Josie looked over her shoulder to find her coworker, Maggie, watching the TV with her.

“He was so nice,” Maggie beamed, meeting her gaze. “He gave us a great review, too.”

“Too bad he can’t win another championship to save his life,” Josie mumbled. “I mean, he needs to retire at this point. Same with the other old guy.”

“Alonso?”

“Sure, whatever,” she waved Maggie off as she began to untie her apron. “They’re both too slow. Going slow doesn’t win you anything.”

“Going slow doesn’t matter for most of them,” Maggie commented. “Think about the money most of them contribute to the teams—the sponsors. If any of them were let go, then that team also loses money going towards the car. Depending on the driver, that can cost you a good car, too.”

“Every car can be a good car if they try,” Josie quipped, letting the apron hang from around her neck. “I’ve driven shitty cars—ones that don’t even compare to what shitty is by their definition. What they have is privilege. They’ll find any excuse to whine.”

“I guess so,” Maggie lazily shrugged. “I just think you’re jaded, though.”

“Jaded,” she echoed. “Yeah, something like that.”

The two of them turned their focus to the TV once more. One of the McLaren drivers was on the screen, talking about his hopes for the championships. Josie watched as he fidgeted with his hat, while answering each question. He was soft spoken—gentle. Her eyes wandered to the bottom of the screen, where his name flashed across on a banner.

Oscar Piastri #81

McLaren, Australia

“They’re expecting him to win his first Driver’s Championship this season,” Maggie spoke up again. “If anyone on the grid has talent of any kind, it’s him.”

Josie couldn’t help but laugh at her coworker’s remark. Him? Talent? The guy could barely speak loud enough for the microphone to understand him. He hadn’t sat still for the entirety of the interview, either.

“You know what, I’ll take your word for it,” she lifted the apron off from around her neck, then hung it on the wall beside them. “Have a good shift, Maggie. I’ll see you later.”

•

“Well, well, well—look what the cat dragged in.”

Josie tossed her things into a small locker in the garage as Blake made his way over to her. Blake was the founder of their racing league…if you could even call it a league. She met him five years ago in some dual-enrollment college classes during high school. They hardly got along, but their one common ground was racing. They tolerated each other, because Josie brought profit into his garage. She never got a cut, but she could care less—after all, she wasn’t there for the money. She was there to do what she loved most: race. She was damn good at it, too.

“Always a pleasure,” she grumbled before hoisting herself up on the countertop beside the lockers. “What’s on the agenda tonight? Any takers?”

“One,” Blake hesitated momentarily, like he was unsure of what to say next. “But, uh, things are gonna have to operate a bit differently tonight.”

“What do you mean?” Josie furrowed her eyebrows at him.

“They’re not with any street racing league,” Blake explained. “I don’t entirely know how they found us, but they’re willing to keep the league a secret—under one condition.”

Josie’s stomach turned. They only raced against other street racing leagues in Vegas. If Blake is allowing outsiders, it could pose a huge risk to their operation being shut down—or even them going to jail. As her heart pounded in her chest, she hopped off the countertop.

“What is that condition?” She asked tentatively.

“They want a fair race,” Blake continued. “That means both drivers in the same car, on the same route. Not too different from how we do it, but there’s a catch,” he took a breath, “they want to race the F1 circuit.”

Josie didn’t mean to laugh at his statement, but surely he had to be joking. How the hell would they get inside of that place? But beyond that, how were they to get two vehicles inside of there as well?

“I’m assuming you know how to pull this off?” She scoffed. “Blake, that’s insane. Look, we’re already taking a risk trusting some outsiders, but now you want to break into an F1 track for them?”

“They claim they know how to get in without getting us in trouble,” he threw his palms up in defense. “Besides, they’re offering to pay both of us pretty decent money to do this.”

“I don’t care about the money,” Josie replied, her tone cold. “I care about losing the only thing that makes me happy because of your greedy ass decision. How do we know this isn’t a trap?”

“It’s not.”

Josie and Blake turned their heads towards the two gentlemen making their way into the garage. She recognized one of them as the other McLaren driver, though she couldn’t remember his name. The person with him, however, was unfamiliar. Blake stepped forward, extending a hand towards the driver.

“Lando, good to meet you,” Blake said. They shook hands. “This is my driver, Josie Reyes.”

“Thunderbird,” Lando grinned, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his joggers. His gaze lingered over to her. “I’ve heard about you.”

Thunderbird. A horrible nickname given to her by some of the other street racers—one that was reminiscent of a past she was trying to forget. She didn’t budge as the Brit extended a hand towards her.

“How did you find us?” She demanded.

“You beat my friend in a race last night,” Lando cleared his throat as his hand moved back into his pocket. “In his Monte Carlo. I figured I needed to come and witness your driving myself.”

Josie’s eyes flickered between Lando and the gentleman next to him. He was older than all three of them. Quiet, and stagnant. He was dressed nicely: clean, pressed slacks with a black pullover. His grey hair was styled back in a pompadour fashion.

“Who are you?” She asked.

“Graeme,” the man replied flatly. “Just here for business. I’m with Formula 1.”

“He’s the team principal for Cadillac next year,” Lando explained further, clearly sensing the tension in the room. “He’s in Vegas for ‘talent-seeking’ purposes.”

“Why is he here with you?” Josie crossed her arms over her chest. “Don’t you drive for McLaren?”

“Like I said, he’s talent-seeking.” Lando paused for a moment. His eyes scanned Josie, as if he were sizing her up—seeing her worth. “I heard you’re undefeated in street racing around here?”

She was, but he didn’t have any business knowing that. Neither did Graeme. Whatever reasoning brought them here didn’t grant them the right to knowing about their league—or about her. She knew Blake didn’t care, though. All he cared about was the money, which they probably paid him a lot of it to be here right now. Blake didn’t usually give up information so easily.

“That’s need-to-know,” Josie stated. “Why do you want to race me? Don’t you have bigger concerns right now? Like, I don’t know, winning a championship?”

“Josie—“

“You could get us into a lot of trouble,” she continued, talking over Blake’s poor plea to stop. “You could get in trouble, too. What could you possibly gain from this?”

“All I want is one race,” Lando explained slowly. His voice softer, calmer. A stark contrast to hers. “I just want to have some fun. Graeme, on the other hand, wants to see you drive.”

Josie sat in silence for a moment, absorbing the driver’s words. Why would a team principal want to see a street racer drive? It seemed too good to be true, like maybe there was a catch of some kind. Proving her talent to Cadillac would be one thing, but she was a nobody. She had nothing to offer them other than her capabilities. No monetary value, no status to her name, no famous family members of any kind…just Josie.

“What would we be driving?” Her tone wavered cautiously. She didn’t want them thinking she was sold just yet, because she wasn’t. But she also didn’t want to give up the opportunity to drive tonight.

“Have you ever driven an F1 car before, Josie?”

“No fucking way,” Blake spoke before she could. “An F1 car? You’re joking.”

“Hardly,” now Graeme chimed in. “I’ve received special permission for us to have the McLaren cars and the circuit this evening.”

“Yes!” Blake exclaimed as he laughed in disbelief. Josie shot him a quick look of warning. He cleared his throat. “Sorry, no. She hasn’t driven an F1 car before. But yes, we will totally do so tonight.”

“So I don’t have a say in this?” Josie shoved Blake, turning to face him. “I don’t think this is a good idea—“

“You have the opportunity of a lifetime, Jo,” Blake argued quietly, grabbing ahold of her wrist. “Are you going to seriously throw that away right now?”

Josie could see an unfamiliar glimmer in Blake’s eyes.

He was genuinely looking out for her.

Despite all the years of constant bickering and tolerating each other, Blake was truly the only person who understood her love for racing—because he felt it, too. And, despite the wall she had up right now, he saw right through her. She wanted to drive that car, and he knew that.

The opportunity of a lifetime.

Josie’s gaze flickered between the three men in the garage. As Blake loosened the hold on her wrist, Josie felt something shift inside of her. Perhaps it was gut instinct, or perhaps they had successfully convinced her to drive. Whatever it was, her next words spilled out before she could think twice.

“Fine. I’ll race you.”

•

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Paeonia officinalis - Tender love ☆ OP81

From the series petals unfolding, forever anew

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x Mirabelle Desmarais (OC) Summary: Mirabelle is a Monaco-based florist and Oscar is a Formula 1 driver. They're trying to soft launch their relationship, but the world might decide otherwise. Wordcount: 1.8k AO3 link

Taken from a Instagram Live (23/07/2024)

Mirabelle is seen standing behind a table with a multitude of flowers in front of her. While she talks, she slowly chooses flowers to add to the bouquet in her hand, stripping them of their leaves.

↬ So pretty! ↬ What kind of flowers are there? ↬ Who are the flowers for? ↬ How much do you charge for a bouquet? ↬ what if i’m allergic to flowers? ↬ Why aren’t you wearing gloves? ↬ Is that Oscar’s WAG? ↬ Why are u using insta live when twitch is available? ↬ the live is so soothing!

A woman’s voice, heavily accented, cuts through Mirabelle’s humming.

“So Mimi, I have a question from the viewers! How much does a bouquet cost?”

“Well it really depends! This one is made with peonies, and the budget of the client was 30 euros, so I’m putting 8 of them and agrementing it with some smaller flowers, like some heather and here I'm adding some achillées… I can't remember the name in english…” She frowns, clearly trying to remember the name of the flower. “I know! It’s milfoil! Yep, I'm adding some milfoil!”

↬ what do peonies mean? ↬ Please make me a bouquet! ↬ Why weren’t you at the Hungarian GP? ↬ That’s too much! ↬ I would never pay 30€ for a bouquet! ↬ please raise your prices ↬ Why is this girl so famous ↬ Can you answer? ↬ would you use twitch or ur lives? ↬ Please say hi Lily!

“Someone is asking if you can say hi Lily! and what peonies mean. They didn’t specify but I would guess that it’s about the language of flowers.” the same voice from before asks, coming from behind the camera.

“Well, hi Lily! I hope you’re doing well today! and peonies can mean a lot of different things, often associated with love. I have pink peonies here, and they represent tender love. I think for this bouquet, the client wants to show their admiration for the person they’ll give this to.”

↬ Are you a real florist? ↬ Where are you based? ↬ Do you know Oscar? ↬ Do you have a website? ↬ Insta is a mess; pls use Twitch ↬ I’d love to buy a bouquet from you ↬ What’s your favorite flower? ↬ Do you like f1?

“Mimi, someone is asking if you know Oscar!” The voice is amused, as if the woman knows something the viewers don’t. “And also if you like f1?”

Mirabelle blushes, her hair doing nothing to hide the red on her cheeks. “I know a lot of Oscars. And I do like F1, so I try to watch the Grand Prix when I have time.” After this intervention, Mirabelle focuses on the bouquet, adding the finishing touches before wrapping it carefully and stapling her business card to the paper sheet. She puts the bouquet aside then and says goodbye to the viewers before the live ends.

Monaco (23/07/2024)

After a long day of standing in her flower shop, plucking the leaves of flowers and creating bouquets, Mirabelle only wants to lie on her couch and take a nap. But her boyfriend and her have a dinner planned at the restaurant. Maybe she can still take a small nap. Less than an hour, she thinks. Her watch shows that it’s a bit after seven, and they’d decided to go out for nine thirty, so this means she still has some time before she needs to leave her flat for the small hole in the wall. But to leave her flat, she still needs to get to it. She’ll reach it in two minutes, but her feet are killing her.

Fortunately, she wore her dirty sneakers today and she doesn’t live far from her place of work. The perks of living in Monaco, she thinks. Maybe the only perk, aside from the beautiful view she has from her flat. She’s not here for the taxes, that’s for sure. And even if she wanted to pay less taxes, it’s not like the French government would let her.

Finally home, she removes her shoes and stretches her feet. The apartment is quite warm, hotter than the outside weather; but Mirabelle knows that it’s because she lives on the highest floor and that the building is quite old.

The fan is still where she left it this morning before leaving, so she puts a wet cloth on it before turning it on and opening the windows. Fresh air will be good.

As she goes to sit on the couch, the front door opens, keys jingling as Oscar lets himself into her flat. She’d given him the keys a few months ago, when she’d had time to make a copy of her own. At first, he’d tried to argue that he wouldn’t need them and that him having the keys to her home would be overstepping, but she’d reminded him that he still didn’t have a place in Monaco and what if he needed to put away his suitcase when she was working?

Against a logical argument that her boyfriend didn’t even try to counter, he’d just taken the keys with a sigh before adding them to his own key ring.

Mirabelle smiles at Oscar, happy to see him. He’s dragging a black suitcase into the flat, and she can see from her seat on the couch the eyebags underneath his eyes. She knows this wasn’t how her boyfriend had wanted to win his first Grand Prix, but McLaren shouldn't spoil what should have been a great day for her boyfriend.

She got up from the couch and crossed the distance separating them in three long strides, hugging him and holding on, the two of them alone, drawing comfort from the presence of the other.

Taken from Twitter (July 2024)

@/flowersandf1 Has anyone seen how @/mirabelledesmarais blushed after her friend mentioned Oscar?? I sense something is afoot ↬ @/oscatpastry I feel like there are some pics on twt floating around of them talking ↬ @/f14ever Obvi she knows Oscar, he’s super famous. She’s a nobody tho so imo she’s not even on his radar ↬ @/81futurewag And she’s boring and basic, isn’t she? she wouldn’t deserve him anywayssss

@/iddieformirabelle OMG @/mirabelledesmarais is so pretty, i’d die for her (writing this tweet in english because i’ve realised that she has 2 fandoms and i need them to interact) ↬ @/mimisflowers That’s so true!! i know that ive been a fan of hers for a few months now but i watch her english content because i don’t speak french except for oui oui baguette ↬ @/mirabellelaqueen i’ve met her once and she was so nice!! i have a picture with her now and i remember she was so surprised that i recognized her

@/oscarpiastriloml honestly whos this mirabelle and why are we hearing about her on f1 twt?? go back to your fcking flowers ↬ @/mimidefender4life btch who do u think u are? at least mirabelle is famous, go back to crying in ur moms skirts ↬ @/desfleurspourmirabelle jvous jure les fans de f1 ils sont desesperants vraiment des enfants (istg f1 fans are hopeless really they’re children)

@/op81wdc i have no idea who @/mirabelledesmarais is because i hyperfixate on f1 but could we please, the f1 fandom as a whole, leave her alone? like chill guys we don’t even if know they know each other but even if they did, it’s really not our business ↬ @/papayaforthewin hear hear ↬ @/hereforlandoscar i have no idea how i got to this side of twt, as im usually deep into landoscar land but i agree, lets leave this girl alone? are u people children ↬ @/orangepapaya EVEN IF THEYRE TOGETHER THEYRE BOTH CONSENTING ADULTS OMG

Monaco (still 23/07/2024, later in the day)

After an hour resting on the couch and looking at the white ceiling in all of its bareness, Mirabelle groans and gets up from her position, cracking the bones of her spine in a satisfying sound. Then come her shoulders, her elbows, her wrists and finally her fingers. Once she has finished sounding like wood creaking; she goes to her bedroom and slides open the door of her closet. What to wear? The restaurant is not high end, probably on the other side of the spectrum, and they’ve both been there multiple times.The sky is still clear from clouds; but the temperature has definitely dropped. When she puts her arm out of the window, she can feel the breeze of the sea moving her arm hairs, and she gets goosebumps.

She’s on the last floor of the building, so she knows that on the street, the air will be hotter. She wants to wear one of Oscar’s hoodies anyways, so she’ll probably steal it from his suitcase when he’s showering. She grins thinking about it. Oscar thinks he hides his emotions well but she can see that he loves when she’s wearing his clothes. He’s got a possessive streak in him.

After her shower, she decides to let her skin breath and only puts her serum before going back to the small living room and letting him know that the bathroom is free. He smiles at her gratefully and gets up to go shower.

Once they're both ready, with her in a bright orange hoodie (it’s papaya, Oscar tells her, but honestly papaya is just a shade of orange), they put on their shoes and go out on the streets of Monaco, hand in hand.

The night is theirs to do as they please, and do as they please they shall do.

Instagram post (24/07/2024)

@/mirabelledesmarais

[Image of a strawberry blonde woman in her twenties holding more and thirty flowers in front of her. The flowers are not arranged in a bouquet, and they are all in shades of pinks and creams. Mirabelle is smiling wide, her hair in disarray]

🖤 💬

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mirabelledesmarais merci à tous d’être venu.e.s regarder le live, ça m’a fait plaisir de pouvoir échanger avec vous! (A thank you to everyone for watching the live, I was so happy to talk with you!)

And I listened to your suggestion, so the next live will be on my brand new Twitch channel @/mirabelletalksflowers (with a small surprise)

photographer: the wonderful @/celia_guillaume

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@/celia_guillaume: OMG but who took that pic!! they must be so talented :) and now i need a bouquet from you ma star (my star)

@/autistic.s0up: obsessed with you! 💜

@/lilyofthevalley: Quand est ce qu’on te voit dans une formule 4 🫣😘(when will we see you in a formula 4 car 🫣😘)

@/fleurtoujours: so pretty i’m on my knees

@/minaregardelaformule1: notre reine à toutes (our queen)

And here it is!! I'm happy that my writer's block finally lifted long enough this afternoon and tonight for me to get this out of my head ahaha! I'll probably write other installments in this series, so if you want to be on the taglist, don't hesitate to tell me :)

See you ★,°:.☆(￣▽￣)/$:.°★ 。

☽ Moon ☾

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canonically47 · 7 months ago

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showing my friend a compilation of max verstappen traumadumping

#f1 #formula one #formula 1 #max verstappen #mv33 #mv1 #formula one fandom #formula 1 fandom #f1 fandom

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themissingmango · 7 months ago

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Subtle jewelry additions for Vegas…which could mean nothing 👀

#my art #digital art #f1 fandom #f1 fanart #formula one fanart #formula 1 fandom #lestappen #charles leclerc x max verstappen #cl16 #mv1 #mv33 #las vegas gp 2024 #rings that they put on their index fingers so as not to be *suspicious*

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apollosdaydreams · 1 year ago

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Blurry

Lando Norris x Reader

Both you and Lando were sitting on the couch, you were leaning in to the side of him, while Lando had his arm wrapped around you, his hand landing on your waist. You both were slightly tipsy, because of this you guys couldn't stop laughing at each other no matter what one one you did. By this point your glasses had been starting to bother you, you were constantly playing with them trying to get them to not be so uncomfortable.

“Why don't you take off your glasses?” Lando asked.

You smiled up at him, you then tried to seductively take you glasses off. Once your glasses were folded on the table next to you, you looked back at Lando and squinted. “Wow….”

Lando couldn't help but blush, and let out a small giggle. “What?”

You had laughed “You’re really fucking blurry.”

Lando couldn't help himself but laugh even harder. “You really are fucking blind.” He giggled, pulling you closer into his chest.

It would be greatly appreciated if you could reblog!! 🧡

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norrisainz33 · 2 months ago

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foodie pt2. || platonic grid

summary: a grid dinner sponsored by y/n, everyone's favorite f1 driver and food influencer

pairing: driver!reader x platonic grid

fc & warnings: none!

pt 1 | masterlist

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user1: it’s so wild to me to see drivers out here doing normal things like going to the shops

estebanocon: can’t wait for dinner tonight ❤️

ynuser: and i can’t wait to see you and flavy 🫶🏻

user2: GRID DINNER 🗣️

charlesleclerc: alex won’t stop talking about how excited she is for tonight

ynuser: ugh my girl 😩🫶🏻

lando: you getting more than macarons or?

ynuser: yeah tons of fish… didnt you read the menu i sent around?

lando: uh no….. but seems i should…..

user3: if someone doesn’t live tweet this dinner i’ll scream

yourbff: you are so brave for hosting all those men in your cutesy barbie dream house 😩

ynuser: i know… i’m worried one of them is going to get something on my new white couch

yourbff: odds it’s lando or franco

ynuser: honestly my bet is on george

user4: need that bag now

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formulafoodie: my love language is acts of service and fresh veggies 🤍

p.s follow along as i cook dinner for my coworkers

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lando: omg does this mean you love me

formulafoodie: no

maxfewtrell: CLEARED

user5: i just laughed out loud

user4: eeeeeek

lewishamilton: same

formulafoodie: you get me

user5: notifs are turned ON i am ready for these updates

yukitsunoda0511: 😋🍝

formulafoodie: 👩🏾‍🍳

user6: i wanna be a fly on the wall in her house so bad

astonmartinf1: 🤍💚

user7: protect y/n at all costs! this is so wholesome

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the first chime of the doorbell rang out pulling you from your final round of appetizer arranging. you glanced over the marble countertop one last time, straightening a garnish here and a slice there, the savory aroma of your cooking already filling the air. after a quick hair adjustment and a slip into your favorite heels, you skipped over to the door heart fluttering slightly with excitement and some nerves.

opening the door, you were greeted by a burst of chatter and laughter. esteban and flavy stood front and center, followed by charles, alex, yuki, pierre, and kika all of which were wearing grins that mirrored your own. just down the hallway, you caught lando’s unmistakable laugh echoing as he chatted animatedly with max, lance, lewis and the rest of the grid, their footsteps quickening as they caught up with the group.

“come on in!” you beamed as you stepped aside to usher everyone in.

“y/n/n/! it smells incredible in here!” kika gushed, already slipping out of her coat and making a beeline for the kitchen.

“aw thank you kiks,” you smiled, cheeks warming from the compliment. the sight of your friends, all cozy and comfortable in your space, made your heart feel full.

everyone began to migrate toward the kitchen island, admiring the carefully plated bites you’d prepared. glasses clinked as people helped themselves to the various drinks you meticulously crafted, laughter rising as familiar banter kicked off between charles and pierre.

“i brought you something!” lando called out over the chatter, his trademark grin in place with his hands suspiciously tucked behind his back.

“oh?” you asked, raising an eyebrow with amusement as he made his way toward you.

with a little dramatic flair lando revealed a big pastel colored box from behind him and placed it gently on the counter. you opened it to find a beautifully decorated cake inside, delicate piping spelling out a simple but sweet message: "thank you."

“i can’t cook like you obviously,” he said with a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. “so it is store bought BUT i wanted to do something for you.”

you giggled, “lando this is so sweet. i love it so much.”

he shrugged with that proud little smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “just trying to impress the hostess. you’ve set the bar terrifyingly high i won't lie.”

the others gathered around, admiring the cake and teasing lando about his “brownie points,” while you laughed and began ushering everyone to the dining area where the real feast was about to begin.

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user2: this is literally so cute

astonmartinf1: can we have a piece?

ynuser: ofc you can admin! i wish you were able to be here with us!!

astonmartinf1: i know me too bestie. next time 🤍

lando: doing the most for the hostess with the mostest

ynuser: 🥹🥹 you sweetie pie! almost makes me forget how badly i want to run you into the wall most races

lando: its alllllll part of my charm ms girl

user4: i need me a man like lando pulling up with a cake thats my favorite color with my favorite flowers on it

pierregasly: he just insists on showing us all up huh

ynuser: i mean.... george and carmen brought flowers and KIKA brought me a necklace so...... whats your excuse?

pierregasly: ..... the necklace was funded by me does that count?

ynuser: no xxoo

user18: am i catching a little bit of a romance here? perhaps a little crush?

roscoelovescoco: i wishes i was theres withs you my favorite aunties!

ynuser: roscoe my sweet babbyyyyyyyyy. i can't wait to see you in silverstone soon

user1: ok so first grid dinner update is that lando out shown everyone and brought a cake

lhughes_06: 📝get her a cake

ynuser: 😏 i do like cakes

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user4: first of all y/n is a goddess and second of all ,, i cant believe thats her house?! and she went through all that trouble for the drivers?

ynuser: my sweet baby girl i love you endlessly 🤍

iamrebeccad: i love you more pretty princess

user12: ok so this grid dinner is way nicer than i expected. y/n has outdone herself

lando: good lord shes gorgeous

iamrebeccad: yes she is but why are you noticing that sir

lando: um i don't know what you're talking about rebe!

iamrebeccad: carlos will be getting to the bottom of this!

lando: NOOOOO DONT INVOLVE CARLITOS

lando: damn you told him quick its been not even 1 minute and hes giving me a look across the table

alexandrasaintmleux: thats our pretty best friend!

iamrebeccad: yes ❤️

user21: i wish netflix was there filming all of this. i'd give my left leg to know what was said

astonmartinf1: GORGEOUS!

dior: effortlessly beautiful

iamrebeccad: ❤️

user14: y/n is the entire package. she can cook, she can drive, she is funny, she is beautiful, shes so incredibly smart... i dont get how its possible for someone to be this perfect

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the clinking of cutlery and murmurs of anticipation filled the room as everyone found their seats around your large wooden dining table. you had set it with care - soft linen napkins, mismatched but charming ceramic plates, loads of fresh flowers and flickering candles that cast a warm glow across everyone’s faces. the scent of roasted garlic, fresh herbs and something buttery hung heavy in the air.

as you brought over a tray of baked burrata-stuffed squash blossoms, yuki gasped dramatically.

“is this even legal? you’re a driver and you cook like this?” he teased leaning forward as if to inspect the dish.

“i feel like I should be intimidated,” pierre added raising an eyebrow and nudging charles who was sat next to him. “she’s too powerful.”

“i’m honestly reconsidering my entire life,” charles muttered with mock seriousness. “like, what am I doing?”

“you’re getting out-qualified by her next weekend, that’s what,” max quipped dryly, earning a chorus of “ooooohs” around the table.

you rolled your eyes with a smile, placing another platter full of food down in the center of the table. “don’t even try it,” you warned wagging a finger at charles before he could make some remark about your aston not being able to beat his scarlett ferrari.

“i'm only here to try the food, not you mon ami! I promise,” he replied.

meanwhile, flavy and kika were already deep in a conversation with alex and the lily's about your herb garden setup. esteban was trying to explain a complicated new tiktok trend to lewis who just blinked and slowly nodded clearly not getting it.

lando who was seated beside you, leaned over and whispered, “i think yuki is going to try and steal your recipes.”

you leaned in slightly and whispered back with a smirk. “my recipes stay with me.”

lando pouted dramatically “and maybe with me?”

“i don't know about you.”

lance suddenly raised his glass pulling you out of your conversation wtih lando. “alright everyone it is time for a toast! cheers to y/n for being the best chef, the most supportive teammate and honestly, the only person who could wrangle all of us into one room without starting a full fight.”

everyone raised their glasses and cheers and clinking glasses echoing through the room. you flushed with happiness, cheeks warm from the wine, the compliments and the unmistakable joy of having your people all around you.

“ok real talk,” flavy said, her wine glass swaying slightly as she pointed her fork toward the middle of the table. “if we were all on on bake off.... who’s making it past week one?”

“me,” lewis said instantly with the confidence of a man who'd once perfected vegan banana bread. “precision is key in baking it’s just like engineering.”

“yeah but you’d lose it the moment paul hollywood gave you anything less than a handshake,” albono teased.

“ok but george would definitely cry if his sponge collapsed,” kika chimed in sending half the table into laughter.

george gasped and fake clutched his pearls, “excuse me!! some of us are in touch with our emotions!”

“and some of us can’t cook rice,” esteban added with a smirk nodding toward lance.

the tips of lance's ears instantly turned red “that was one time! ONE TIME!”

“was it though?” pierre questioned swirling his wine like a villain in a soap opera. “because I happen to remember a weekend in spa that featured crunchy rice.”

“I like crunchy rice!” lance defended.

“you lied about liking crunchy rice,” flavy corrected, pointing at him with her breadstick.

max who had been quietly sipping his drink with a smug look finally spoke up. “let’s be honest, if this was a survival cooking show, i’d win. i’m efficient, i follow instructions and i don’t ever panic.”

“you also once used salt instead of sugar in brownies,” charles interjected not even looking up from his plate.

“that was an experiment cha.”

“an experiment in poisoning,” you added which caused another ripple of laughter around the table.

“i think lando would just charm the judges and wing it,” lily z said tilting her head thoughtfully.

lando grinned, puffing his chest out a bit. “exactly! i’d be like, ‘i don’t know what a genoise sponge is, but here’s a chocolate lava cake that may or may not have exploded in the oven.’”

“and then you’d flash that cheeky smile and somehow make it to the final,” oscar rolled his eyes.

“you guys are something else,” you laughed shaking your head as you reached to refill your glass. “not a single stable sous-chef in this room.”

“you know,” lewis said looking around as the room buzzed with overlapping chatter, “if netflix ever wanted to make drive to dine, we’ve already got the cast.”

“and the main character is obviously y/n,” lando added nudging your knee under the table. “our fearless kitchen commander.”

you laughed shaking your head. this dinner was everything you could have hoped for.

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formulafoodie: thankful for coworkers as wonderful as these

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lance_stroll: thankful for you!

formulafoodie: you're the best teammate lanceypoo

user18: lanceypoo im crying

user12: this is so wholesome

lando: and im thankful to have a coworker as cool as you

formulafooide: i do make the grid significantly cooler

charlesleclerc: that is true

lewishamilton: you are the coolest one here y/n

flavy.barla: forever grateful to you for having us!!

formulafoodie: you are always welcome my dear

user1: y/n is the best thing to happen to the grid

netflix: wish we were there!

formulafoodie: you get enough of us LOL

user11: i'm obsessed w this, also clocking how close lando is standing to y/n/n

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a/n: thanks so much for reading! likes and reblogs apprecaited

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disclaimer: pictures are not mine and everything i write is fiction

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rckfackt · 2 months ago

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Mafia au

Ma meilleure ennemie

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heartysworld · 11 months ago

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Love, Lando, Milo // LN4

Lando Norris x Female Reader

Where Milo turns out to be more supportive than his dad

W. C: 2k

A/N: Milo has become a constant in my Lando fics, but since I don't see anyone complaining, I will keep on including him

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The night was still. The kind of stillness that should be soothing, but instead, it felt heavy and uncomfortable. You shifted again, trying to find a position that didn’t make your back scream in protest. It was nearly impossible. Every time you thought you had it, your bladder demanded attention or a new wave of nausea rolled through you.

You tried to be as quiet as possible, not wanting to disturb Lando more than you already had. His breathing was steady and deep beside you, the sound normally a source of comfort. But tonight, it only highlighted how restless you were. You turned again, hoping to find that elusive comfortable spot, but it was no use.

Around 3 AM, you got up for what felt like the fifth time. You shuffled to the bathroom, your swollen feet aching with every step. After relieving yourself, you wandered into the kitchen, craving something to eat. Anything to soothe your grumbling stomach and kicking baby. You grabbed a banana and slowly made your way back to bed, hoping this time you wouldn’t disturb Lando.

But as you slipped back under the covers, Lando stirred and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

“Again?” he mumbled, his voice tinged with irritation.

“Yes, again,” you snapped back, unable to contain your frustration anymore. For the past few days, Lando's been complaining about your midnight adventures around the house as his sleep schedule struggled as much as you did if not even more. At first, you didn't say anything, apologizing and closing your eyes in an attempt to fall asleep. However, as the days passed you felt like your were getting lonelier by the hour and evem more responsible for your fiancé's discontent with the situation in your own home, the sleepless night and constant tossing and turning.

“I’m pregnant, Lando. It’s not like I’m enjoying this.”

“Well, I’m not getting any sleep either,” he retorted. “I need to be in top shape during the season. This lack of sleep isn’t helping. No wonder I haven't been able to get anything done for the past week. It's useless.”

His words felt like a slap in the face. Tears welled up in your eyes before you could stop them. You felt overwhelmed, emotional, and incredibly vulnerable.

“You think I don’t know that?” You choked out. “You think I want to be up all night? I can’t help it! Im supposed to enjoy my pregnancy and relax as much as possible before our baby arrives! In reality, I'm feeling guilty and responsible for both mine and your inability to rest well! ”

Milo, sensing the tension and seeing your tears, started barking at Lando, tugging on the leg of his sweatpants as if to say, “You upset mom! Fix it!”

“Great, now I’ve upset the dog too,” Lando muttered, but his anger was already dissipating, replaced by guilt. He looked at you, seeing the tears streaming down your face, and his heart broke a little.

You didn’t wait for him to say anything else. You grabbed a blanket and headed to the spare bedroom, which was soon to be the baby's room. You moved as quickly as possible, your belly preventing you from moving with your usual pace. The room was quiet, and the rocking chair near one of the windows looked inviting. You opened the window next to you to let some fresh air inside the room. You settled into the fluffy cushions on the chair, pulling the blanket around you. Seconds later, Milo trotted into the room after you. He lifted himself onto his back legs, his front paws supporting his weight against the upholstery of the chair.

You lifted the little man onto your lap, smiling as he snuggled against your belly as if he knew you needed comfort.

''There hasn't been a day during which I've regretted your arrival into our lives, my tiny love." You said as you caressed the soft fur between his floppy ears. Milo's cold nose occasionally bumped against the palm of your hand as he sniffed around.

The tears flowed freely down the cold surface of your face, silent and hot in contrast. You stroked Milo's fur, the rhythmic motion helping to calm you down. The rocking chair creaked softly as you rocked back and forth. The movement seemed to help soothe your loud inner voice that kept producing negative thoughts one after another.

Some time passed, and you weren't sure how long. The door creaked open, and you saw Lando standing there, his expression mixed with regret and sadness.

“Baby, ” he whispered, stepping into the room. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just…I'm stressed. But that’s no excuse.”

You looked up at him, the tears still glistening in your eyes. “I’m trying, Lando. This isn’t easy for me either.”

He knelt beside the chair, taking your hand in his. “I know, love. I know. I’m an idiot. I should be more understanding. Please come back to bed. You need your sleep. We'll solve this in the morning, okay?”

You nodded, wiping your tears. “Just… don’t forget we’re in this together, okay?”

He leaned in and kissed you, soft and gentle, his lips lingering on yours. “I promise. Come back to bed? We can figure this out together.”

You stood up slowly, Milo jumping down to the floor. Lando wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you back to your bedroom. The bed felt warm and inviting, and as you settled back in, Lando pulled you close as much as your protruding belly allowed him.

Milo jumped onto the bed, curling up at your feet where he usually spent his nights. Lando kissed your forehead, his hand resting on your growing belly.

“Goodnight, baby. I love you” he whispered.

“Goodnight,love you too.” You replied, feeling his warmth and love surrounding you as sleepiness began to take over your tired body.

The morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. You woke up feeling a bit more rested, your body still aching, but your heart felt a little lighter.

Lando was already awake, propped up on one elbow, watching you with a soft smile. “Good morning,” he said, brushing a strand of hair from your face.

“Morning,” you replied, smiling back. Milo stretched out beside you, having moved up on the bed during the night , now wagging his tail lazily.

“How are you feeling?” Lando asked, concern etched in his eyes.

“Tired, but better,” you admitted. “Thank you for coming to get me last night.”

“I’ll always come for you.” He said, his voice full of sincerity. “We’ll get through this together.”

You spent the morning in bed, talking and laughing, enjoying the calm before the chaos of the day. Milo provided endless entertainment, his antics making you both laugh.

That evening, after a long day of preparing the nursery and spending quality time together, you were exhausted. You fell asleep as soon as your head hit the soft surface of the pillow. Lando stayed up a little longer as his mind kept wandering.

He looked over at you, your face serene in sleep, and his heart swelled with love. He gently placed his hand on your belly, feeling the slight movements of your growing baby.

“Hey, little one,” he whispered softly, not wanting to wake you. “I know I need to be better for your mom. She’s doing so much already, and I need to support her more. She needs her sleep, and I shouldn’t have been so harsh.”

Milo tilted his head, watching Lando with curious eyes before settling back down. Lando chuckled softly, patting Milo’s head.

“We’re a team,” he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “Your mom, Milo, and me. We’re going to be a great team, and we’ll always be here for you. I promise to be better.”

He leaned in and kissed your belly, then your forehead, before settling down beside you. Milo snuggled up at your feet, the three of you finally finding a moment of peace.

As you slept, you felt Lando’s hand still resting on your belly, his presence a comforting anchor. The journey ahead might be filled with challenges, but with Lando’s love and support, you felt ready to take on the journey of being a parent.

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madelynn-sienna · 10 months ago

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coney island p. I (max verstappen x reader)

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★ prompt: ❛❛ what's a lifetime of achievement? if I pushed you to the edge? ❜❜ ★ pairing : max verstappen x reader ★ face claim : lily collins (+ one picture of kelly piquet and margot robbie each) ★ genres : angst ★ a/n : this will be a two-part hurt/comfort story inspired by the song coney island. be rest assured while this half is quite sad, the second half will make up for the angst and we will get a happy max x yn ending! also, per some creative liberty i took, max is only 23 years old here (he started racing in 2019, won his first gp in 2021 and was in school with the reader before he dropped out to pursue racing full time). ★ feedback and requests are always appreciated!

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maxverstappen simply lovely race 🏆 what an amazing weekend and victory in jeddah, thank you all for your incredible support 🇸🇦

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yourinstagram another fabulous performance #mv01 🔥🔥🔥

redbullracing incredibly strong race today, a 1-2 finish is all we could have asked for 💙

user1 tu tu tu du max verstappen! user2 fastest pit stop too.

yourinstagram made me so proud max, ik houd van je 💕

maxverstappen ik hou ook van jou mijn liefste ❤️ user3 they said they loved each other in dutch. user4 he also called her 'his sweetheart' 🥹 user5 max and yn are literally the it couple on the circuit rn. user6 right? three time world champion and a bestselling author. user7 they so need to make a movie about it. user8 or a book, imagine a twisted lies style drama 😭

ruthbuscombe the strategy 💯

landonorris congrats mate!

maxverstappen thanks. user9 we're waiting for a win from you too lando! user10 this aged well haha

schecoperez ¡bien hecho!

user11 presenting our four time world champion everyone!

user12 we're only on the second race of the season 😭 user13 i mean if last year's anything to by, that's enough.

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text exchanges between yn & max dated 23/07, 02/08 and 04/08.

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yourinstagram it's supposed to be fun, turning twenty-one...

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user1 faster than the flying dutchman?

user2 yoo-hoo, @.maxverstappen where are you? user3 right? like he's usually the first one here...

carmenmmmundt happy birthday🥂

danielricciardo happy 21 yn 🍾

user4 why isn't max in the pictures?

user5 he's been busy with the belgian gp! user6 dude, that finished on sunday — it's the next saturday. user7 he's prolly just really stressed, he hasn't won since canada. user8 yeah, but yn through him a massive party last year. user9 so? circumstances were different... she isn't busy 24/7. user10 she literally has a job.

alexandrasaintmleux belle fille❣️

charlesleclerc joyeux anniversaire 🎉

user11 that caption's giving me bad vibes...

user12 me too! user13 its from all too well, that's such a sad song 😭 user14 i wonder why she chose it? user15 this better not be a sign.

user16 seriously? where is max, it's been 24 hours...

user17 check their stories, they're like done done. user18 nooooooooo😭 user19 she gave so many signs...

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yourinstagram added to their story. maxverstappen added to their story.

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maxverstappen 5 wins in 5 races - thank you for your support in monza, baku, singapore, texas and sao paulo. you've made me happier than you know, happier than i've ever been before.

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user1 he really do be out here pretending he didn't break yn's heart.

user2 of course, he needs to maintain his bravado. user3 otherwise people, and he will realise, he messed up. user4 i can't believe he's trying to snub our girl yn.

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redbullracing max verstappen wins the world drivers championship 2024, after an outstanding race at the las vegas street circuit that leaves him at with a 62 point lead in the standings ❤️ 💛 💙

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user1 max, max, max, super max, max

user2 tu tu tu du max verstappen user3 i called it! i said he'd win the wdc back in jeddah 🏆

user4 were you standing in the hallway with a big cake? happy birthday.

user5 of course, he just painted yn's bluest skies the darkest grey. user6 you are getting pressed for a breakup you know zero about! user7 max literally said it in his interviews and his statement. user8 they broke up because he was too busy. user9 ergo, he wasn't there for her, not even on her birthday!

lewishamilton amazing work - congratulations max

user10 what a goat ❤️

danielricciardo maaaax verstappennnnn! four time world champion.

user11 why'd I read that like pierrreeee gaslyyyyy? user12 me too😭 daniel's an icon.

fernandoalonso ¡muchas felicidades!

user13 real question here is, what's a lifetime of achievement?

user14 especially when he pushed her to the edge. user15 right like did you see her in miami, she looked so sad😭 user16 we all know she was just too nice too leave. user17 i'd have dumped his ass ages ago.

user17 definition of a LEGEND

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f1 🚩 Red flag in the Abu Dhabi as Max Verstappen suffers a huge crash. The medical rescue team is currently trying to get the Red Bull driver away the resultant debris and fire as safely as possible.

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