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holllandtrash · 11 months
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the people's princess | charles leclerc social media au
pairing: charles leclerc x princess!reader (selin yagcioglu faceclaim)
everyone thought charles was the princess of monaco but when the real one comes out hiding and slowly inserts herself into the world of f1, suddenly 2 princesses don't seem so bad i know very little about royalty and monarchs so uhh dont come for me
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princessyn.updates meet the 22-year-old Princess, who is set to be Monaco's first female monarch since the 17th century. Y/N has kept out of the spotlight for much of her youth as she focused on academics until recently where it is announced she attended Collège Alpin Beau Soleil in Switzerland and Kings College of London
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genzprincesses where the hell has she been hiding
userjanessa this is now a y/n fan account
perceval_lordsharl this is a lie, charles leclerc is the TRUE princess of monaco
monacomonarchynews
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monacomonarchynews The 23-year-old Princess, Y/N is the only child of Albert II, Prince of Monaco. Y/N has studied abroad in the United States, Sweden and in Dubai up until recently. She has now returned to Monaco and has shifted her studies to the Monarchy.
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userjanessa this is conflicting information
ynismommy hello didn't another account say shes 22 and studied in switzerland and london?? what is the truth
allthefandoms so no one knows anything about her is what it seems like
fantasy_leagues_lewis kinda sus...charles would never
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driverupdates
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driverupdates charles leclerc seen back in monaco following the australian grand prix!
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hunnyseb he's calling fred and putting in his 2 weeks after the chaos that was sunday
sharls16 hes angry but he's pretty
pole.positions he needs this break more than any other driver lmaaao
yn.ofmonaco
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yn.ofmonaco happy to be home
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ynfanclub she is the moment
userjanessa i've been WAITING for her first post and the princess did not dissapoint
sharls16 maybe charles will be in a better mood once he meets the literal princess of monaco
happyhamilton ??? are they. .. supposed to meet? sharls16 i mean, why wouldn't they? he's f1 royalty and she's ROYALTY royalty both from monaco lestappen i would pay so much money to see them together r u kidding
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princessyn.updates Y/N has just arrived at the Fondation Prince Albert II de Monaco Gala ! This is the first public event she has attended but we hope to see more of her as she settles into life as a Royal in Monaco
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ynismommy okay i luv her
yellowferrari wait didn't charles go to this thing last year?? what if he's here this year too 👀👀
charschumick ARE WE GONNA GET A ROYAL ON ROYAL MEET UP FINALLY
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yn.ofmonaco
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yn.ofmonaco so happy to have been able to attend the Fondation Prince Albert II de Monaco gala tonight, as a girl i was always so inspired by my father and what he has given back to this country. I can't wait to have a bigger role in this organisation moving forward ♡
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ynismommy oh shes smart kind AND charitable
user.schumacher if charles doesn't date her i will
ferrarisandmclarens lewis hamilton what are you doing here in her likes
gussellreorge im sorry but the fact that she doesnt even follow 8 time world champion lewis hamilton but he's still out here liking her pictures...like the drivers know shes a catch leclercswatch idc about her and lewis i care about the non-existent her and charles
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princessyn.updates Princess Y/N is back in Boston this week as she has been invited to be a keynote speaker at Massachusetts Institute of Technology
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usermclaren ok so we all heard that charles liked this post and came here to see if it was true right
sharl16 he's making moves usermclaren is he?
bottasspls so is she a business bitch or a princess
ynismommy both
charles_leclerc added to their story
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yn.ofmonaco
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yn.ofmonaco What a whirlwind couple of days! I will never take anything in life for granted, thank you mitsloan for inviting me back to speak to future graduates and thank you to the kind stranger at the train station who helped me figure out where I was going (also I just learned what a photo dumb was...did I do it right?)
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ynismommy sweetheart its a photo DUMP
mclarenstractors my favorite thing about Y/N is that she understands social media about as much as my 45 year old mother does
pierregasly 8/10 on the boston dump
yn.ofmonaco That's a passing grade, I will take it!
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francisca.cgomes
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francisca.cgomes what's better than a last minute trip to nyc
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pierregasly you almost said no
francisca.cgomes but i made it
camii_18 her and pierre are so cute 🥺🥺
bottastappen am i insane or is that the princess of monaco herself in that last picture
ynismommy Y/N was hanging out with kika AND pierre?? i need a 2000 word essay on how this came to be with citations
sharlandsainz but where is charles why isn't he in any photos or did he leave before the princess showed up 🥲
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yn.ofmonaco
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yn.ofmonaco Art has always been a passion of mind and to be able to accompany Establishment Preschool Des Carmes during their trip to the art gallery was so inspiring and I hope to do it again soon with other schools
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ynfanclub she is quite literally an angel
formulafirstpls i have it in my head that she is genuinely the sweetest person to ever exist and honestly, i think i'm right
francisca.cgomes 🥹🥹
charles_leclerc Quelle expérience amusante! What a fun experience!
yn.ofmonaco Tu devrais nous rejoindre la prochaine fois! You should join us next time! liked by charles_leclerc
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charles_leclerc miamiiiii 🌴☀️🏎 ready for the weekend
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scuderiaferrari game face on
f1mia we're ready for the ferrari boys 🏎❤️
yn.ofmonaco Make Monaco proud!
charles_leclerc i will do my best 😊
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yn.ofmonaco It only makes sense that my first Grand Prix is Monaco❤️ While I'm thankful for the experiences I had as a child that led me to studying around the world, I must say it's an incredible feeling to be home and cheering on charles_leclerc and scuderaferrari 🏁
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scuderiaferrari and we're so happy to have you here ❤️
ynismommy SHES CHEERING ON CHARLES
ynfanclub WHY WOULDN'T SHE BE HE'S LITERALLY FROM MONACO
sharl16 one princess cheering on another princess
charles_leclerc 😊😊😊😊
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scuderiaferrari And for the first time Charles Leclerc is a RACE WINNER at his home race, the pinnacle of Motorsport, THE MONACO GRAND PRIX🏁🏎😎 Well deserved win for our Monegasque driver❤️
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charles_leclerc thank you thank you❤️
yn.ofmonaco Well deserved indeed! Well done charles_leclerc!
charles_leclerc thank you y/n😊 means even more that you and your family were there to watch today liked by yn.ofmonaco yellowferraris this is not a drill, the princess of monaco has FINALLY followed charles back and now they are being all cute and friendly in the comments hannah_notmontana she was waiting for him to actually make monaco proud before tossing the follow 💀💀
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yn.ofmonaco Had to go through the archives to find this one, but congratulations to my longtime friend charles_leclerc for his Monaco win today! Sundays are officially my new favourite day of the week❤️
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charles_leclerc so much love for you, merci y/n
ynfanclub YA'LL THEY HAVE BEEN FRIENDS THIS WHOLE TIME ARE YOU KIDDING
ynismommy oh my good god we've been bamboozled
pierregasly now that the princess is out of hiding you have to give the crown back charles_leclerc
yn.ofmonaco What does this mean? pierregasly charles has been deemed monaco's princess since you have been gone🤣 charles_leclerc 😐😐😐 yn.ofmonaco Ohh, it's okay charles_leclerc you can keep the crown as long as I get the title haha charles_leclerc i am not a princess scuderiaferrari not with that attitude liked by yn.ofmonaco and pierregasly
aaaand im back with another long smau hehe this was fun, if you made it this far thank you and ily and check out my masterlist here
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httpiastri · 4 months
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winter wonderland for that christmas oscar story you're writing? 🥰
oooo i didnt know what part to tease bcs i didnt want to spoil too much shdkdhf but here we goooo....
but as oscar walks back to the kitchen, he sees something hanging in the door frame to the kitchen. he stops in his tracks. "no way..." festive cookies isn't the only thing lando got when he went to the local supermarket. he also bought the ultimate tool for securing his master plan – a mistletoe. he doesn't know how, but he's planning to make sure you and oscar meet underneath it at least once before the holidays are over. there's no way you'll both be able to avoid it all week.
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thatsdemko · 9 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY🍾🍾🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼❤️❤️ hope you have such an incredible day!!
THANK YOU!!!🫶🫶🫶 I love you, your podcast, AND your works!!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU! 😙
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lorarri · 9 months
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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐏 ─ 𝐓𝐖𝟎𝟎 ˚₊· ꒱꒱
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─ summary . . . ❨ she is an icon she is the moment and everyone wants to be psychologically evaluated by her even if they don't want to admit it ❩  ─ pairing . . . ❨ toto wolff x fem! wife! mercedes! sports psychologist! reader ❩  ─ genre . . . ❨ social media file ❩  ─ author note . . . ❨ this request was gifted to me by @holllandtrash requested by anon "or social media au. If it’s possible can you make reader a sports psychologist??" wow this one has been collecting dust for a while so enjoy this random af fic lol and yes I am posting this ahead of the gp as a way to pray for merc and Ferrari so enjoy! ❩
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❨ taglist | masterlist ❩
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yourinstagram don't ask. you don't wanna know
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scuderiasundays · 8 months
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the one where the stars aligned
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summary: 3 am flashbacks to packed pizzerias, comfortable silences, and post-race kisses + a little insta au at the end 💌
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a/n: writing fics is my form of self care. i’m seeing a lot of lando love so i thought i’d whip something up! tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega , @monzabee, @ssainzz, @holllandtrash, and @diorleclerc just because. feedback appreciated as always. hugs and kisses 🫶🏼
"Come on, put down the melatonin gummies and lend a hand," Lando's voice beckoned, as he motioned for you to join him. It was Lando's brilliant idea to start building shelves for his prized helmet collection at the ungodly hour of 3 AM. Despite feeling drained from a full day of traveling, jet lag refused to let either of you rest. As you took in the sights of Monaco in the dark, your mind couldn't help but picture everyone sound asleep in their beds—a stark contrast to the state you and Lando were in, blasting Burna Boy and diving headfirst into a DIY date night.
You plopped down beside him, and he handed over some screws and posts. To be honest, you had no clue what you were doing, so you just sat there, watching your boyfriend hum along and niftily arrange the pieces. There was a particular air about Lando when he was focused: his slightly creased forehead, furrowed eyebrow, and bitten lip. He caught you midthought and playfully said, "Less staring, more doing," as he handed you the instruction manual.
Maybe it was the sleep deprivation or the fact that your two-year anniversary was coming up, but you found your mind aimlessly wandering. Lando had entered your life at a time when you least expected it. It all began on an evening out in London, which your friends now playfully referred to as "The One Where the Stars Aligned."
You had found yourselves scrambling for a last-minute table at a quaint pizzeria one of you had discovered on TikTok. The restaurant, a charming hole-in-the-wall, was filled to the brim with lively conversation and the aroma of freshly baked pizza. Your waiter hastily directed you to a 10-person table at the heart of the bustling scene, disappearing before any of you could say a word. The long table was already occupied by a few guys who looked to be your age. Reluctant but ravenous, you found yourself settling beside one of them. Throughout the night, you and your mystery man talked nonstop, effortlessly volleying back and forth. The rest, as they say, was history.
There were countless reasons you loved your boyfriend, but a few things really stood out. Lando's attentiveness was unmatched. If a conversation made you uneasy, he would pick up on it and hurry to your side, ready to rescue you from any situation. If he noticed a Netflix show had you on the verge of tears, he would edge closer to you on the couch and quietly slide over a box of tissues. If you were lost for words to congratulate him on an impressive drive, he would kiss you simply to shut you up.
Even though Lando's job required him to exude confidence and poise in public, behind closed doors, he was just as much of an introvert as you. Whether sitting side by side in his driver's room, with him editing photos and you buried in a book, there was an ease to the silence that never felt uncomfortable. It was your way of recharging your social batteries, soaking up each other's presence without the need for constant conversation.
You had also grown to love the people Lando surrounded himself with. He was big on quality time and always sought to spend as much of it with you as possible. Initially unsure if his friends would appreciate your constantly hanging around, you were pleasantly surprised when they warmly embraced you into their circle. "I'm just glad he's found someone else to bother instead of P and me," Max jokingly said during a double date at the driving range.
Your bond with Flo had also grown stronger, as you joined her for one-on-one horse-riding lessons at the stables. She would share stories about little Lando, granting you intimate glimpses into his past that, without him knowing, made you love him even more.
Lando went above and beyond to introduce you to the other drivers too. You often third-wheeled on Carlando outings, intervening when they bickered like an old couple. On some nights, he’d arrange actual double dates with Carmen and George, the three of you trying but always failing to convince Lando to try some sushi.
You were the first person he FaceTimed when Daniel had confided he’d be back on the grid sooner than expected. “If this leaks, I’ll know who to hunt down,” he giggled while munching a chicken quinoa wrap, his staple pre-race meal.
Lost in reverie, you hadn’t even realized you’d zoned out until Lando waved his hands frantically in front of you, snapping you back to reality. The shelves were now magically built, showcasing the colorful helmets he’d raced in and swapped over the years.
“What were you thinking about, babe?” He asked as he stepped back to double check that the shelves were even.
“Just how much I love you,” you replied as you gave him a peck on the cheek.
If you could be anywhere in the world, you’d still choose to be right there with him, watching the sunrise paint your apartment the warmest shade of orange. You closed your eyes and silently prayed that you and Lando would always be this close, forever and ever.
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landonorris: a few of my favorite thingssss
yourusername: not even pressed danny ranks higher than me! he’s back like he never left 🙌🏼
danielricciardo: bisous
landonorris: nobody compares to you, baby!!
flonorris1: don’t have too much fun without me, lovebirds 🧡
heidiberger_: what a flight! let @yourusername and i know if anyone wants to join our “my boyfriend has a distinctive laugh” club
yourusername: more like the “i couldn’t get any sleep because my boyfriend kept cackling” club 🫠
fan2: the wags are spilling tea and i ADORE them
barbiethemovie: she’s everything. he’s just ken.
mclaren: in lando we trust 🫡
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f1letters · 1 year
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f1letters' formula 1 fic recs - pt. 2
✨ PART 1 here ✨
first, a big shout out to @tinydancerjj for asking me for recs and inspiring me to make a part 2 - this one is for you! 💜
since I've been away from writing for a while, I think the least I can do to thank you all for your patience and the kind way you've always treated me is to list a few more of my favourite stories for you! once again, I tried to include a variety of different drivers to the best of my ability!
I honestly love doing these types of lists, so I hope you enjoy it and, like I said in part 1, please check out these amazing and talented writers!
love you all 💜 - cat
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max verstappen | mv1
'the one' || @estevries
'devil on your shoulder' || @libraryofloveletters
'prove it' || @severalforraelee || 18 parts + extras
'brother in law' || @unluckyhoneybee || 2 parts
'baby pink' || @tierneysodegaard || 3 parts
daniel ricciardo | dr3
'the red string of me and you' || @libraryofloveletters
'the 1' || @lxclerc
'the best man' || @monzamash
'baby steps' || @vinvantae || 26 parts
'waterloo' || @vinvantae || 15 parts
lando norris | ln4
'fwb' || @f1goat || 11 parts
'a golf swing and a trampoline' || @jamminvroomvroom || 3 parts
'that's my sister' || @paddockbunny
'inappropriate' || @xhopelesslyromanticx
'twin' || @illicitlimerence-writes
pierre gasly | pg10
'just a little bit of you heart' || @silverstonesainz
charles leclerc | cl16
'stay, at least for breakfast' || @leclsrc
'see it through' || @leclsrc
'love you goodbye' || @lxclerc
'the winner takes it all' || @silverstonesainz || 5 parts
'secrets he'll keep' || @hey-kae || 2 parts
lance stroll | ls18
'après ski' || @mignonricciardo
'daddy's biggest fan' || @libraryofloveletters
'spotter' || @goodguylance
zhou guanyu | zg24
'starstrukk' || @lovelytsunoda
esteban ocon | eo31
'not that serious' || @libraryofloveletters
lewis hamilton | lh44
'our cave, collapsing' || @lewisyellowhelmet || 2 parts
'this won't pass' || @lewisloved
mick schumacher | ms47
'disapproval' || @holllandtrash
'staying away' || @lxclerc
'too little, too late' || @silverstonesainz
'mr. nice guy' || @leclsrc
carlos sainz | cs55
'the dining room' || @silverstonesainz
'ceilings' || @silverstonesainz
'written in the book of faith' || @libraryofloveletters
'has yet to pass' || @leclsrc
'a certain romance' || @leclsrc
george russell | gr63
'peace' || @illicitlimerence-writes
'upper hand' || @jamminvroomvroom || 7 parts
multiple drivers
'she will be loved' || @boredmadamoiselle || cl16 x lh44
'does he know?' || @clxja16 || cl16 x arthur leclerc || 3 parts
'the better series' || @holllandtrash || ln4 x pg10 || 7 parts
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PS: if you want, feel free to leave your recommendations in the comments and/or message me! i'm always looking for new fics to read and I'd love to know your favourites! 💜
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Fic recs!
This has been in the works for some time and I’m finally sharing it! Here is a list of (almost) all of the fanfics I have read here and absolutely adored. Hopefully more people will get to enjoy them at least as much as I did.
From the oneshots that made me giggle or blush, to the longer works in the form of series that made me swoon or cry, they are all neatly collected here and more will be added in the future. I did not order them in any particular way because it is simply impossible to rank them. 
If for any reason you do not want your fic here and want me to remove it, please let me know. These are not my works and I do not want to present them as such; my only intention is to compile a list of favourites to recommend and share them with as much people possible!
Daniel Ricciardo
Fuck mornings by @hotmencore
Down under by @monzamash
Forever would be pretty cool by @kha0s07
I like noses, big noses by @landologs
Two nights in the bush by @unluckyhoneybee
I’ll be yours if you want me by @landologs
Sanctuary by @curiousthyme
Bad feelings by @violetszone
Brew-tiful by @kiwisa
Nacho fries by @silverstonesainz
Met monday by @hockeyshmockey
Wiping my love away by @libraryoflovesongs
Unless you like that by @monzamash
-unnamed ask&request: husband Daniel with pregnant wife- by @httpsuniverse
Rest & recuperation by @paddockbunny
Paddock by @kii-003
Charles Leclerc
Checkup by @fleetwooods
Honeymooning by @leclsrc
Love Languages by @uglyducklingofthe2000s
The first one by @ferrstappen
No big deal by @nataliawrites
My boyfriend’s not in the mafia by @nataliawrites
Carlos Sainz
Has yet to pass by @leclsrc
Man’s world by @sgkophie (series)
Purple reminders by @silverstonesainz
Pierre Gasly
The better series (Lando & Pierre) by @holllandtrash (series)
Keeping score by @charlewiss-writes
[ 17:28 ] by @thebearchives
Lando Norris
The better series (Pierre & Lando) by @holllandtrash (series)
The chats going mad over you two by @hotmencore
Sight for sore eyes by @charlesslut16
Toto Wolff
Starcrossed by @totowlff
Inappropriate relationship by @whorekneecentral
No longer a secret by @h-c-u (series)
Uncertainty by @h-c-u
Pillowtalk by @totowlff
Last updated: 06.08.2023.
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Masterlist
Just some of them
F1
Mick Schumacher
Micks thirst trap (@alexachevrolet)
Lewis Hamilton
Can you come pick me up? (@thisismeracing
Can you proofread my essay? (@thisismeracing)
Yuki tsunoda
Flower power (@lovelytsunoda)
Lando Norris
Little Traitor (@fxxkemall)
Sucking him off in car (@deardjo)
Is this seat taken? (@httpiastri)
Getting your wisdom teeth out (@macybeckham7)
You suck at golf but I still love you (@hotmencore)
Getting overwhelmed (@deardjo)
Lando x deaf!daughter (@macybeckham7)
Streams & kisses (@deltaromeo3)
Lando x Leclerc!reader (@holllandtrash)
Golfing with Lando (@ktsfootballff)
One too many (@thatsdemko)
Fantasy (@landonfour)
little streamer (@thatsdemko)
Streamer couple (@violetszone)
Passenger princess (@starkwlkr)
Max Verstappen
The bravest soldier (@two-red-butterflies)
chicken soup (@ferrstappen)
It’s a lie (@norrisleclercf1)
Blood flows red (@csainz5)
Gonna love you til the day I die (@oconso)
Healing the inner child (@thepersonnamedsam)
Project menace (@lorarri)
Happiness comes in ice cream (@thatsdemko)
Unscheduled school visit (@ferrstappen)
Pierre Gasly
Instagram AU (@bestedoesmeow)
Riding shotgun (@dilemmaontwolegs)
Falling into his lap (@macybeckham7)
Daniel Ricciardo
Got drunk on you (@deardjo)
used to love you (@love-belle)
Carlos Sainz JR
Amigos de infacia(@ferrari-tears)
in the middle of the night (@micksfilms)
Eight or higher (@scuderiasundays)
Don’t leave me alone (@leclsrc)
Guessing game (@leclsrc)
Charles Leclerc
Idiot Sandwich (@leclerckins)
Barefoot baby (@uglyducklingofthe2000s)
cooking challenge (@leclerckins)
PDA (@fxxkemall)
Riding shotgun (@dilemmaontwolegs)
Vs model (@f1haaland)
You’re not my dad (@starkwlkr)
A wedding to remember (@lecsainz)
Lightning mclover (@f1version)
You’re too overprotective (@thisismeracing)
Emergency (@innieblogg)
General
Sibling rivalry 1 (@dilemmaontwolegs)
George Russell
Jogging (@charlesslut16)
Lance Stroll
Lance stroll x Wolff!Reader (@pucksandpower)
Chasing fate (@holllandtrash)
Secret, secret (@norrisleclercf1)
Alex Albon
shots fired (@lorarri)
Mom, dad and Eggie (@f1version)
Footballers
Christian Pulisic
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jamminvroomvroom · 5 months
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hey who are your favorite writers on tumblr? 🧡
mkay soooo
@holllandtrash - her 6 to 1 series changed the fabric of space and time actually. beautiful scenes.
@luvth0t - her entire masterlist is gold dust. immaculate.
@welld0nebaku - she’s not been active (i miss her so much) but her masterlist is… *chefs kiss*
@monzamash - so so so so so good i lap it all up. amazing amazing amazing
@userlando - god help me everytime i read their lando writing; my brain just turns into mush i may not recover
@lewisyellowhelmet - i think about their lewis fics more often than i should (our cave collapsing keeps me awake at night)
i have soooo many favs (i’m so sorry if i missed any of my other most favs ever) but i haven’t been reading a lot lately (i need to change that) 💘
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love-belle · 7 months
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do you have any recommendations for other formula 1 writers??
YESSS OMG SO MANY
@lorarri
@goldsainz
@folkloresthings
@lxclerc
@writingstoraes
@marsdreamworld
@multiversesweets
@holllandtrash
@monzabee
@pucksandpower
@thatsdemko
@sebscore
@astonmartinii
i love each one of these writers sooo much and their writing is js so ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
hope this helped <3
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norrisleclercf1 · 2 months
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heyhey while youre doing fic recs, who has the best danny ric fics??? (if you read any) 🩷
SO I read Daniel but not much so sorry if this is limited babes
Ride by @daddyricsdoll is to die for and made me fall off a click it's the perfect smut piece for me
Want your heart to be ripped out read @holllandtrash Fragile Line and you'll be in a puddle of tears and tissues
Another smut piece because I seem to only read smut for him is Unravel me by @userlando and honestly all of Zee's Daniel pieces are so well written I go back to them over and over again
That's all I've got but it others wants to add on their favorite fics for Daniel that would be wonderful and I really like doing these for the drivers it's fun a way for others to find great works
*Correction per @percervall I somehow forgot the fucking queen of Danny Ric and that's @monzamash and I'll never forgive myself for this now
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holllandtrash · 5 months
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say don't go | charles leclerc
pairing: charles leclerc x reader
based off of taylor swift's 'stay don't go' why'd you have to lead me on? why'd you have to twist the knife? walk away and leave me bleedin'
word count: 5.2k tags/warnings: slight angst, mentions of being disloyal, this is kinda sad, mention of smut i guess but blink and you miss it
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You weren’t one to let your past haunt you. It was the past for a reason, it belonged behind you, all you could do was grow into a better version of yourself.
But what the hell were you supposed to do when Charles showed up at your door after six months of silence? 
It was a week into December and you were reluctantly putting up Christmas decorations because you were tired of the comments your friends made, telling you to get into the holiday spirit. Now you had the silver tinsel gripped in your hand as Charles stood on your front step, light flurries landing on his coat only to melt immediately after. 
It was the middle of the day and you lived in a crowded area, but passersby on the sidewalk and those driving past had no idea there was a Ferrari driver only metres away from them.
But no one would guess that Charles Leclerc would be travelling to Bristol during his holidays.
“What? Were you in the neighbourhood?” You asked, flicking the tinsel off of your hand and shaking off any remnants. You watched it fall to the floor before looking up, “Felt like stopping by?” 
“Can I come in?” Charles asked, glancing behind you. Was he looking to see if you had company? If you had moved on? Regardless of what, or who, he was looking for, his shoulders relaxed when he could tell you were alone. All that was behind you was cardboard boxes labelled Christmas. 
“Give me three good reasons why I shouldn't shut the door in your face,” your demand was laced with your usual sweet tone, the same one that always intimated Charles because he never knew what to make of it. Never once did you raise your voice, you never yelled, never showed signs of anger. Even when you were annoyed, you always sounded calm. 
He sucked in a breath, “Well, it’s cold out.” He chuckled, but when you didn’t see any humour in his words he just nodded and moved on. “I was, in fact, in the neighbourhood- well I was in London, just figured I’d make a quick trip out west.”
Those weren’t good enough reasons and he knew it. You moved to grab the door and Charles reacted by holding his hand out to stop it from shutting, eyes trained on yours. 
His cheeks were red, not accustomed to the British winters. He wasn’t wearing mitts and you could see how his hands had responded to the dry air by cracking at the knuckles. His lips trembled, not because he was nervous but because this was probably the coldest his body temperature had dropped to in a long time. 
Which had you questioning how long he had been standing outside your door before finally knocking.
“There’s some things I’ve been meaning to say for a while now,” Charles spoke softly and you could see his breath with each word. “And you don’t need to say anything, but I’d love it if you’d listen.”
Maybe you felt bad that he was cold. Maybe you were curious as to what he had to say to you after so long. Maybe part of you still missed him and if these were the last few minutes you’d get with him, you weren’t going to let them pass.
Whatever the reason, you held the door open and he stepped inside. You watched as he ran his fingers through his hair and slid his coat off, hanging it on the empty hook on the wall. Your eyes darted down to the shoes he wore and Charles recognized that look, knowing better than to walk any further with his shoes on. He smiled, sort of, remembering the first time you asked him to take his shoes off when he entered your apartment. 
If this was six months ago, you would have had slippers waiting for him to put on, but instead Charles was left to just his socks. You, though, seemed quite cozy. The matching sweats and jumper was only a shade darker than the slippers you wore and Charles almost asked where you purchased the set from, but he held his tongue because now wasn’t the time for casual conversation.
“Tea?” You offered, glancing at the kettle sitting on the stove. It had started whistling only minutes before he showed up but you hadn’t had a second to pour yourself a cup, too caught up in trying to untangle tinsel.
“Don’t want to put you out,” he shook his head, but when you manoeuvred past him to step into the kitchen, he didn’t stop you from grabbing two cups from the cupboard. He watched, standing at a cautious distance, as you made the two drinks the same way you always did. 
Charles was brought back to the time he walked into his own flat in Monaco and you were kneeling on the counter, trying to find a suitable cup because all of his mugs were too big and bulky for tea. He held his hand to your back, worried you’d tip backwards, which you didn’t, but you were happy he was there to help you off the counter and greet you with a kiss. 
“I’ll invest in new cups,” he said. He never did.
He didn’t like the silence that lingered between you now, probably the first time it ever bothered him, so he cleared his throat, “I like your new place.”
You nodded, “Thank you.”
He glanced around at the decor and spoke up again, “So you’ve been well?”
“You don’t need to pretend to care about how I've been.”
“I do care.”
The slow yet icy stare you gave him as you peered over your shoulder had Charles wondering if showing up here was a good idea. Instead of opening his mouth again, Charles looked at the decorations littered on the floor. 
He was drawn towards the open box of ornaments that was placed on the couch. He noticed the tree in the corner, but all you had put up so far was a string of lights. Curious, he looked closer into the box and smiled to himself when he saw a vintage Formula 1 Ferrari, no bigger than the palm of his hand. He also spotted a racing helmet, but couldn’t recognize the driver it belonged to.
It wouldn’t have shocked him if the rest of this box was F1 inspired Christmas ornaments. Either ones you had purchased yourself or ones that were given to you as gifts. 
Charles was always amazed at your knowledge of Formula 1. With your father being a retired driver himself, he shouldn’t have been surprised when you swept him under the rug during a trivia night. He admired your passion for the sport and maybe that’s why when he met you in the Ferrari garage, he wasn’t as quick to judge you like he was to everyone else who had purchased VIP passes for the weekend. 
You were there for the sport, for the racing, you didn’t care who was driving the car, it wasn’t like you had favorite drivers.
You were raised to appreciate the history of the sport, the roots, the beginnings. Because of that, you were drawn to the older teams, the classics. Williams, McLaren and against your fathers wishes, Ferrari. So of course you wanted to experience the Ferrari hospitality during a race weekend at least once. To see the cars up close, to be in the garage, to see the race from an entirely new perspective.
It was Australia, the third race of the 2023 season. It was a race that Charles tried hard to forget due to his DNF at the first turn, but there were highlights he cherished before the incident. 
He remembered standing in the garage before the first practice session and turning his head to flash a smile towards the VIP members standing at the back. He paid no attention to any of them in particular, but you stood out. The way you were so focused on the screen, taking in the Tech Talk segment that was playing on F1TV. You hadn’t even noticed Charles looking.
He saw you again the second day, closer to the front of the group before the start of FP3. You were wearing a white set, arms crossed over your chest with the headphones resting around your neck. You weren’t watching anything this time, instead you were in the middle of a conversation with a few of the mechanics. 
At first, Charles thought they were flirting with you. But when you pointed at the rear wing, lines drawn across your forehead and eyebrows pinched together in studious fashion, Charles got the hint that this wasn’t just a casual conversation. 
And then you held out your hand to introduce yourself, your once serious expression turning soft. You smiled at the mechanics as you shook both of their hands, seeming truly grateful to have met them. 
Naturally, Charles was curious as to what sort of conversation just took place. He waited a few minutes before asking Mark, the one of two mechanics who seemed to be doing most of the talking. 
“What was that about?” Charles asked.
Mark looked over his shoulder at you, but you were too engrossed in the screen again to notice the few sets on you.
“You don’t know who she is?” Mark asked. 
“Should I?” Charles glanced your way. This time, you caught it. 
You were also the first to look away.
“Damon Hill’s daughter,” Mark chuckled, probably in disbelief himself over who he just met. “She’s also got her masters in engineering. You know what she pointed out- the activation time for DRS is delayed compared to everyone else on the grid. I don’t know how she noticed it, but we’ll take a look at the data and if she’s onto something we’ll fix it before qualifying.”
Damon Hill’s daughter. The 1996 world champion. He had made a name for himself, known for being one of Schumacher's rivals during his prime. Charles knew he had kids, but didn’t know who they were. 
He wanted to introduce himself, but he waited till after qualifying. 
Was he a little taken aback when you seemed to be paying more attention to Carlos’ side of the garage at the end of the day? Maybe, but you had been watching him all weekend so far so he didn’t like the sudden change. 
His P7 starting position was nothing to be overly proud of, but the congratulations was the first thing out of your mouth when he approached you.
“Thank you,” he nodded, suddenly feeling a bit more pride now than five minutes ago. He glanced at the car and then back at you, at the VIP lanyard resting over your chest, at your eyes that momentarily had him forgetting why he walked over to you in the first place. 
You held your hand in the same polite manner you had with the mechanics and you introduced yourself as Charles shook it slowly. 
“Damon Hill’s daughter,” he stated. “I haven’t seen you around here before.”
You cocked your head slightly, “Is that a line?”
A blush crept up to his cheeks when he realised how flirtatious he sounded without trying to, “No- I mean,” he licked his lips. “I guess it could be but I wasn’t trying for that.”
“I only just graduated,” you answered his question, which wasn’t really a question. “Figured I’d watch a few races, check out a few teams before I decide if I want to dip my toe in the motorsports field.”
“Driver?” He asked, eyebrows raised even though Mark had told him what you studied. But you laughed and Charles was glad he brought up the idea of you getting behind the wheel. He could get used to your laugh. 
“Engineer,” you corrected. “To be honest, I think IndyCar might be more my thing. Plus I know Arrow McLaren is looking to expand, hire a few more performance engineers. Mind if I use you as a reference? I saw those mechanics working on your DRS set up, don’t let them take the credit for catching the activation error.”
It was his turn to laugh. He liked your humour, something else he could get used to.
“Mark mentioned you pointed it out,” Charles nodded, unable to keep from smiling. He liked the way you spoke. Not only did he find your accent endearing, but he liked how sure you were of yourself. You knew your talents, you knew what you were capable of. He admired it. 
“Good luck tomorrow,” you said, taking it upon yourself to end the conversation. You adjusted the purse over your shoulder and gave him a soft smile. “It was nice meeting you, Charles.”
And then you walked off, happily letting someone else from the team accompany you, probably an engineer. Probably someone who could match your expertise in a conversation.
Charles didn’t know when he’d see you again, but he took it upon himself to make sure it was sooner than later.
Following Australia, the drivers had a bit of a break. Almost an entire month.
It was only a few days into the break when he asked his manager to get Damon Hill’s contact information. 
Confused was an understatement when your dad called you and said ‘Tell me why I just got an unsolicited text from Charles Leclerc asking if he could have your phone number’. 
By the end of the week, Charles had flown you from Paris, where you resided at the time, to Nice. He was there at the airport to pick you up and drive you to Monaco. 
You spent that entirety of the break together. 
Charles was smitten. As were you. 
But you were cautious. 
You knew first hand that racing was at the top of his priority list. You weren’t about to get your hopes up and think that these few weeks meant anything. He just had time on his hands and you showed interest. 
However, it was hard not to fall for Charles. He treated you well when you were together. He was easy to talk to. He made you feel safe, admired, wanted. He asked all the questions he could think of to get to know you. He made you breakfast in the morning, or at least he tried to. The mornings when you woke up to the smell of burnt eggs were just as entertaining. Plus you figured you could get used to the way he wrapped his arm around your waist as you took over. The kisses he peppered on your shoulder that tempted you towards pulling him back to the bedroom.
By the time the season picked up again for round 4 in Baku, you were so used to being around him that you had to tell yourself not to be hurt that he didn't suggest you go with him.
You and Charles did a lot of things during those few weeks, but never once did you label what you were. That conversation never came up. Neither did the exclusivity talk.
He still called. He texted you daily. He treated you like you were special, but racing came before a relationship. Even your dad reminded you of that. He told you not to dwell on it, that Charles would come to his senses when he felt secure with the team, with the season. He didn’t need the support of a girlfriend, he needed the support of his team.
And then Charles informed you he was flying you out to Miami. He wanted you to watch the race again. He wanted you there. 
You didn’t accompany him to the track, but he greeted you with wide arms and the brightest grin when you showed up at the Ferrari garage. His hand stayed on your lower back for a bit as he showed you around, giving you a proper tour but when you came across Mark it was almost as if Charles passed you off. 
He said ‘Here, chat with Mark for a bit, I’m sure you’ve got some opinions about the car’ and then he walked away.
You tried not to think too much about it, maybe he had obligations, media, signings, something. He wouldn’t fly you out to Miami and abandon you the first chance he got. He was a driver, he had priorities. You weren’t one of them, not yet.
It was a difficult situation to be in. When Charles gave you his attention, he gave you every ounce of it. But when he was gone, he was gone. Distant, on his phone, sometimes he quite literally disappeared like at the end of the day on Saturday and you were left in the Ferrari garage wondering where the hell he got off to. 
But then he knocked on your hotel room door at a little after 10 and who were you to turn him away? 
Charles pulled you towards the bed, dragging you with him as he laid on the mattress. He asked about your day between the kisses he left down your neck. You answered as best as you could, but when his hands found the button of your trousers, it became a little more difficult to collect your thoughts. 
When he gave you his attention, he gave you every ounce of it. 
You had forgotten all about his disappearances earlier. They didn’t matter, he was here now. His lips trailing every inch of your skin as your back curved off the bed. You tried to remind him that he had a race tomorrow, that you both could just go to sleep if he wanted but Charles only smirked and raised his face back to yours.
He hovered his lips above yours, teasing you with a ghost of a kiss, “Ma chérie, I’m not going to sleep until I hear you scream my name.”
He kissed the corner of your lips and then trailed down towards your ear, adding a quiet, “At least twice,” to the end of the original statement. 
And Charles was true to his word. He had you seeing stars with just his tongue alone in a matter of minutes. 
Charles worshipped you, he took care of you. In a short period of time, he came to know your body and how to get the reactions he desired. He loved seeing you come undone, loving being the one to bring you to the edge and watch you spill over. 
Maybe it was a pride he was chasing, but you wouldn’t think of that possibility until it was too late.
When he climbed under the covers next to you at the end of the night, you could still make out the shape of his body, his gentle features, even in the dark. Your hand found his chest, sliding upwards until it wrapped around his shoulders, pulling yourself closer to him.
He traced his fingers over your cheek, pushing a strand of hair out of your face as he whispered, “Comment ai-je eu cette chance?” How did I get so lucky? 
That did it for you.
You weren’t just smitten anymore. You were in love. 
Another impromptu break after Miami meant you had a few more weeks with Charles before he had to give his attention back to racing. You didn’t spend it all in Monaco this time. After about a week, Charles suggested the two of you go back to your home. Back to Paris.
Paris with him was heavenly. 
The rest of the world didn’t matter when it was just the two of you together. Your days were spent taking in the city, your evenings were spent in a variety of restaurants, lounges, anywhere he could spoil you, it seemed. 
It was nearing your last few days before he had to leave when he suggested you take a midnight stroll. The weather was perfect, the streets wouldn’t be too busy. You had no reason to say no. 
And there was something about walking the streets of Paris with Charles at night, holding his hand while he spun you under his arm beneath the glow of a street lamp. The Eiffel Tower was sparkling in the distance. Charles’ eyes lit up brighter than it. 
There was something about him. About this moment. About the last few months. All of it led up to standing here with him now.
And you knew better, but that didn’t stop you.
“I love you.”
And just like that, you faded into madness. Slowly, silently, but it was inevitable. 
Charles didn’t say anything. His lips parted like he wanted to, like he thought about it, only to ultimately lick his lips and inhale a sharp breath. 
By saying I love you, you plunged a knife into your own chest, opening yourself up to vulnerability, but his silence only twisted it in deeper. 
You backed up, hand dropping from his. Was that his doing or yours? He whispered your name, but only out of pity. He didn’t love you. He didn’t love you. 
Suddenly Paris didn’t seem so heavenly.
Charles left that night. Maybe he thought you were asleep, but you heard the door swing on its hinges. You heard the wheels of his suitcase being dragged out into the hallway. You turned over in bed, despite knowing you’d find his side empty, but you didn’t think it would turn cold so fast. 
A few days later, Charles was spotted walking into the paddock of the Monaco Grand Prix, but he wasn’t alone.
Next to him, the stunning Alexandra Saint Mleux. Even her name was beautiful.
You had heard whispers that Charles and her had a history, but you didn’t think anything of it. Why would you worry yourself with speculation when he was putting you on a pedestal when you were together? 
He had a way of making you feel wanted, but you weren’t the only one who felt that way.
Did she know you two were together? That he was with you in Paris? Was he seeing both of you or did he run back to her the second you told him something he wasn’t ready to hear?
You tried to move on, really. There was no relationship for you to cling to, Charles never said you were exclusive. He just knew the right words to say to make you feel like you were. 
You flew to Indianapolis for the Indy500. A rash decision, but the further away from Monaco the better. Your connections at Arrow McLaren gave you the chance to get a closer look at the inner workings of the team, had you momentarily forgetting about Charles. You wanted to be an engineer, not the girlfriend of a driver. You told yourself to get it together.
But then you returned home and seeing the slippers you had bought for Charles had you wondering why you couldn’t be both. You would have been both if he just said something, if he just told you he loved you. 
You should have distanced yourself from Formula 1, at least for a little while. You should have turned down the invitation from a partnering brand of Ferrari, enticing you to come to Spain for the race. You should have flown back to the states, reconnect with Arrow McLaren.
Instead you found yourself in Barcelona. The entire time you were there you knew it was a mistake and if you couldn’t figure that out on your own, seeing Alexandra chat with some Ferrari team members below while you sat up above in the hospitality was a painful reminder. 
Part of you considered talking to her. You wanted to know if she was in the same boat you were- and if she was clueless, maybe give her a heads up that Charles was going to say sweet nothings to her at night only to leave her in the dark. 
But Alexandra wasn’t the one you needed to talk to.
Between practice and qualifying on Saturday, you made your way to the paddock knowing that’s where Charles would be. You walked past Alexandra chatting to someone a few motorhomes down, so you felt better knowing she wasn’t currently with him.
Luck would have it, you ran into Mark outside of Ferrari. He invited you in of course, always happy to chat about the sport with someone who appreciated it on the same level and you assured him you would, you just had to talk to Charles first.
You knocked on the door of his driver's room, not even sure what you were going to say. You were hurt, you were saddened, you were angry but you hadn't had time to think about what you would say to him when you were finally face to face again.
The door swung open and there he was. Shocked to see you, first of all, but not upset. You stood in the hallway and watched as Charles took a breath of relief, a sliver of a smile creeping up on his lips as he held the door open for you to walk in.
Your heart jolted at the idea that maybe, he still wanted you. The look he gave you was almost enough for you to forget he hadn’t said a word to you since you told him you loved him. 
Almost. 
You stepped in and leaned against the door after it shut, keeping a safe distance as he stood back against the massage table. 
Your lips parted, but before you could get a word out, his phone started to ring. You both glanced at the contact, at who was trying to get a hold of him.
Alexandra.
You swallowed, waiting until he let it go to voicemail before your timid voice filled the room. “You love her?”
Maybe Charles didn’t know how to love anyone. You’d believe it, with the way he tensed the second the word passed through your lips. He didn’t say yes, but he didn’t say no, either.
“I can’t commit, Y/N.” He tried to say, like that made up for everything. Like that’s the answer you were looking for. 
“No, you can, Charles, but not to me.” You stated, keeping your voice calm. You weren’t one to yell. Causing a scene wasn’t your thing. You were always so soft spoken. Soft spoken, but straight to the facts. “Were you seeing both of us at the same time?”
“She knows, if that's what you're wondering." Charles quickly slid that piece of information in there. “She found out- about us. Threatened to leave me if-”
“If you didn’t choose?” You raised your eyebrows. Once again, his silence spoke volume. “So did you make up your mind before or after Paris?”
Charles averted his gaze for a second, “I realised in Paris I couldn’t love you the way you loved me.”
“You probably realised that a lot earlier,” you pointed out.
Charles must have known you adored him. There was no way he didn’t see the way you looked at him, the way you worshipped him. He knew and still strung you along, making you think he could love you back if you were just patient.
“You didn’t need to lead me on as long as you did, Charles.”
“I didn’t want to lose you.”
I didn’t want to lose you, he says. Bringing light to the fact that he had you. You were his, in a sense. Despite never saying the words out loud. 
But he was never yours.
“So I was there, for what?” You asked. “As a backup? In case things with Alexandra didn’t work out?”
Charles was intimated by how calm you were. He would have preferred if you yelled at him, if you fought with him. It would make it easier on both ends to put whatever this relationship was to rest. Instead, you were serene. You came here to talk, to get answers, you didn’t come here to form a divide. 
Because if you were being honest with yourself, you weren’t ready to let go. How could you let go when you hadn’t spoken? He hadn’t given you closure, he didn’t say I don’t love you he just…didn’t say anything. 
You weren’t going to beg for him to come back, but in the far corners of your mind you were hoping that your appearance here would make him question his decision. You were banking on the idea that when he saw you, he’d remember what he saw in the first place when you met in Australia. 
If he changed his mind right now, you’d put all of this behind you. You’d stay at his side, you’d be there for him, you’d be his for real this time.
If he, once again, said nothing, you’d go. You’d go and you’d stay gone.
“I loved you,” you whispered. The past tense striking Charles more than he thought it would, but he didn’t show it. Loved. You loved him, and you still could. 
Thirty seconds passed. Then a minute. Almost two and the only thing that lingered between you was silence. Heavy, loud, painful silence. 
You grabbed the handle of the door and decided enough time had gone on. You deserved better than this, than a man who couldn’t make a decision, than someone who played with your feelings because they couldn’t figure out their own. 
The second you pulled the door back, your name fell from Charles’ lips. You were one step into the hall, halfway to gone, and he stopped you. 
All he had to do was say don’t go. All he had to do was tell you he wanted you. 
With your back still to the Ferrari driver, you waited for those next words but they never came. You knew they wouldn’t. 
That was the last time you spoke to Charles. You knew how to stay true to your word too. 
So why was he suddenly here, six months later, sitting on your couch and looking at you like he was waiting for you to say something first when you made it clear a long time ago if you were gone, you were gone.
Charles only took a sip of his tea before putting it on the coffee table. He then moved the box of Christmas ornaments, not liking the divide it put between you as if he wasn't the one to create the wedge in the first place. 
You were stupid, to speak first, but you were tired of the silence. He came here for a reason and if he wasn’t going to tell you why in the next two minutes, you were going to send him back out into the snow.
“How’s Alexandra?” You asked, not that you were interested in knowing if he was happy or thriving in his relationship. You were, however, impressed to see that he could in fact commit, but you were right about that. He just didn’t want to commit to you. 
“Do you care?” He asked in return. 
You shook your head slightly, “I do not.”
Charles smiled at your honesty. Your gentle tone didn’t match the brutal truth.
“So let’s not talk about her,” Charles said and you nodded in agreement. He shifted in his spot, glancing at the decorations, the tea, really anything but you. 
And you weren’t about to wait again, not if this was going to lead to the one thing your silence always led to. 
You sucked in a breath, “Charles if you don’t tell me why you’re here…”
He nodded, knowing that this was all on him. He was lucky enough to even be allowed into your home, and he knew you were slowly regretting that decision the longer he just didn’t get to the point. 
Charles lifted his head, eyes finally meeting yours. He even flinched, like he was trying to reach for your hand only to decide against it at the last second, relying on just his words for a change.
“I shouldn’t have let you go.”
Part 2 - now that we don’t talk
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betterthanburrow · 9 months
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Bengals’ Social Media Admin - Instagram AU
(Bengals Quarterback! Joe Burrow x Social Media Admin! OC)
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Bengals: Happy Birthday to us 🥳
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officialskylinechili: Happy birth-Dey 🥳
username1: 56 years ago… DAMN, y’all are an old football team and still haven’t won a Super Bowl 🤣
yourinstagram: happy birthday to the best NFL team!
Chido: don’t forget it’s my birthday too!
↳ username2: why am i just finding out that me, Chido , and my favorite team have the same birthday?!
fccincinnati: Happy birthday 🎉
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CincyProblems: it looks like the Social Media Admin for the Bengals isn’t holding back today 🤣
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username1: the Bengals have the best Social Media Admin out of all the football teams!
username2: did y’all see that Twitter thread on who the identity of the Bengals social media admin could be?!
↳ username3: wait no… i didn’t see the Twitter thread,
↳ username2: so basically one of the users that got a reply from the Bengals’ Twitter account posted how they got a notification from someone with the username @.yourTwitter that had responded to their tweet and then when they clicked the notification, the reply was deleted… but then a few seconds later, the same reply was posted by the Bengal’s Twitter team. (also the Bengals’ social media accounts and Joe Burrow follows Y/N on Twitter and Instagram).
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finstagramBFF: YOU’RE GETTING EXPOSED BY FOOTBALL FANS ON TWITTER!
↳ yourfinsta: WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!
↳ finstagramBFF: there’s a Twitter thread going viral about how you’re the SM admin for the Bengals 😭💀
↳ yourfinsta: oh shit 😳
joeyb_finsta: I love how you’re taking selfies on your laptop while your secret identity has been discovered!
↳ yourfinsta: shut the fuck up JOEY and help me NOT GET FIRED from MY job!
↳ joeyb_finsta: i got you the SM admin job remember that… it’s not my job to help you KEEP the job!
↳ yourfinsta: alright, if i get fired from the admin job i’ll expose your finstagram… i bet all the tiktok girls and tumblr girls would LOVE to see all the after work out shirtless mirror selfies and headband selfies 😘
↳ joeyb_finsta: i’ll make some phone calls 🙄
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Bengals: A hot debate 😂
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camsample5: If they didn’t say Lebron they wrong
username1: the SM admin is posting this to try and make us forget that her identity has been exposed 😅
↳ username2: wait… is it a BAD thing that her identity has been exposed to football fans?!
↳ username3: i wouldn’t say it’s the WORSE thing ever because she’s never posted anything that could harm her in the real world… she just posts about the Bengals on IG, Twitter, and Tiktok. the only reason it would be a “bad thing” is if she didn’t want her identity to be revealed but her social media accounts are public and are followed by Joe Burrow, so maybe she never really tried to hide her identity.
bjhill5: I got the best step backkkkk!!! Nobody can check me 🤷🏾‍♂️
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yourinstagram: everything is better in orange 🧡
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CincyProblem: miss social media admin is HOT 🥵
username1: the bengals have the funniest and most GORGEOUS social media admin… we really won!
username2: i’m a Bengals fan now because of you.
username3: the caption is right… everything IS BETTER in orange!
joeyb_9: sexy lil pumpkin.
↳ yourinstagram: PUMPKIN?!
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Author’s Note:
this Instagram AU is inspired by the F1 Secret Admin Social Media AU series by @holllandtrash
if you have any requests for an IG AU, please send the requests in my Inbox and i’ll try to get the Instagram AUs published as fast as i can.
thank you all for the love and support! 🤍
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room 305 - l.stroll
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pairing: Lance stroll x fem!reader
warnings: build up + childhood friends trope + not intended for minors + long(omg I’m so sorry) + mentions of oral (f + m receiving)
a/n: I want to thank @oconso, @monzabee, and @holllandtrash for being the people who inspired me to keep writing this fic 😅your reactions were my motivation to keep going! so sorry for the two posts in two days, just felt the need to get this out there xx feedback is appreciated 🫶
《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》
how you got to this point in the conversation is beyond you.
you can feel the saliva thicken in your throat. sweat begins to break out across your forehead that you wipe with the back of your hand nervously. he seems so calm, so collected. like he didn’t just learn his best friend, of childhood, was a virgin.
it wasn’t a problem you had. you didn’t mind walking around sexually frustrated that not a single man was ready to take you to the next base, but the way lances skin quickly dropped pale, eyes nearly jumping out of their sockets, you knew it wasn’t okay.
“so like,” he pauses, you can see he’s trying to digest the news. you watch him swallow before continuing, “you’ve just never had sex before?”
he realized how stupid he sounds. just repeating your words back to you, and he watches red spread further across your cheeks. he cannot imagine how embarrassing this conversation had to be, but he can thank the wine for finally pushing you open to him.
you nod, reaching for the bottle of wine in the middle of the table, your hands are too shaky from the embarrassment. the bottle dips, about to hit the wood table, but Lance is quick enough to catch it and takes a knowing look at you, “you don’t have to be afraid. it’s me.”
he says it in a matter of fact tone, because it is him. the guy who wasn’t shy to be your first kiss, or the guy who wasn’t shy to risk his life and teach you how to drive. he would be more than honored to teach you what good sex is, and he knows by the look in your eyes, you’re thinking about it.
“if not tonight,” he pauses, watching you adjust in the uncomfortable hard wood chair, hoping and praying this conversation would be over, “some other time. I’m always down.”
it’d been a week since your confession, and the idea always stayed lurking in the back of your mind.
even when he introduces you to his team, when his back muscles flexed in the skin tight fireproof, you were thinking about him on top of you, how his skin would feel against yours.
you’re lost in your thoughts, thinking about how warm his body would be against yours, his cold palm against your throat, when he interrupts your thoughts.
“so you’re thinking about it too?” he shifts in front of you. you watch the smirk turn against his lips as his hand slips down your arm, finger tips ever so gently brushing your skin.
he watches your lips slightly gap, eyes becoming doe-like. “the offer still stands.” he says.
the way he’s acting is killing you. he’s so nonchalant, like it’s not a big deal to him, but your mind races with the boundaries you were crossing. this was no longer going to be an easy childhood friendship, it’d much more complicated for crying out loud. he’d see your most vulnerable places, and you cannot believe he’s acting with not a care in the world.
“I want it to be with the right person,” you say, your voice sounds shaky like you weren’t sure of yourself, but deep down you were. “It’s important to me you understand that.” you add.
he shifts from one hip to the other, giving you a tiny nod in understanding, “do you think I’m not the right person for you?” he asks. he picks up on your hesitation, air caught in your lungs because you weren’t expecting that response. you had a whole planned out response, and instead you’re looking for words to answer.
that same smirk toys his lips again as he slips into his teal green racing suit, “you know where to find me.” he sends you a wink, but doesn’t leave without a final word, “I’ve got a condom with your name on it, you just say when.”
your fingernail is gushing with blood. you’ve been chewing it nonstop since the race started.
the gnawing at your skin might’ve started with the race, it wasn’t an easy start and finish, with yellow flags, safety cards, and animals at risk; the race was anything but calm. now that the race was over, and you were watching Lance climb out of the car, the nervous tick now wasn’t because of the race anymore. it was because of the butterflies in your stomach and the throbbing from your pussy.
you’ve never felt this hungry for someone before. you watch his hair fall out of the helmet, the dark brown locks were flattened due to the balaclava, but the hairs find their way back to their natural shape as he shakes them off his sweaty forehead.
you feel like a little girl at school again. getting all excited when your crushed looked your way, or how nervous you got around him, it all felt too familiar. it was how you used to feel about Lance when you were in middle school. always looking at him when no one was watching, and being anxious when you were left alone with him. some feelings never do go away.
“I heard p9 is the newest p1.” you say when he’s finally made his way over to you. you watch him as he steps up to your body, arms wrapping around you. there was nothing that could of prepared you for this moment, there was no better feeling than Lance against your own body.
his arms are loose around you, his hand rests in the middle of your back, thumb lightly stroking your back. you inhale his sweaty scent, the mixture of his cologne lingers the odor, it’s oddly enough to send a pulse back down between your inner thighs.
“p1, huh?” he asks pulling away from your body, fingers running through his hair, he gently pulls on the strands before running his fingers down his face.
“that’s what they’re saying.” you reply, stumbling backwards, knees a bit too weak to stand you need something to grab onto. you never expected a man to ever do this to you. at least not Lance.
he licks his lips, “what does p1 get?”
“me.” you say.
every vessel in your body is sure of this. you might not of been hours ago, when he was playing his asshole cards, but now? you’re sure he’s the one. in fact, you’re sure he’s the only one.
you watch him swallow the lump in his throat. he’s never seen you be so bold. he watches your face to see if any signs of bluffing, but you’re not folding, you’re sure of this.
“meet me back at the hotel, room 305.”
you sit on the edge of his hotel bed, once again gnawing at the skin of your fingertips. you weren’t sure what to expect, should you dress up for the occasion? maybe sport a g-string? you couldn’t even focus on trying to eat dinner, there was too much on your mind.
“would you stop eating your skin?” he asks emerging from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. he’d been in the shower when you arrived. he heard the door click open, and listened to you carefully place it behind you to not make too much noise. of course, you failed by running into bathroom door that was wide open allowing the steam from the shower out the room.
“I’m sorry,” you mutter putting your hand underneath your thighs, “I’m just nervous.” you admit, as if it wasn’t obvious. he’s known you your whole life, that tick was a dead giveaway of your anxiety.
you watch him bend down to pick up one of his shirts out of his suitcase. you’re a little unsure why he’s getting dressed if in the next ten minutes you’ll be throwing the shirt off of him, and you can tell he’s reading your confusion just by the way he laughs.
“we are doing this my way, dinner first then sex. I gotta get to know you before I fuck you.”
you scoff. like he hasn’t spent over a decade or two learning the in’s and outs of you. you find it ridiculous, but he’s truly the only man that’s ever agreed to second base. he’s your only safe option to show you what a first time should be like.
“fine, should I change?” you gesture to the outfit you’re wearing. a midi white skirt, pair of sandals, and a black tank top.
he shakes his head, “no it’s fine, skirts are easy to take off anyway.”
you laugh, and decide to wait for him to change. of course, he changes with the bathroom door cracked open. it’s not enough for you to see anything, but you can hear the zip of jeans, the sound of his socks against the cold tile, all the things to let you know he was naked.
“ready?” he asks while grabbing his keys and wallet off the nightstand.
you stand up and watch him, you see the gold packaging that was hidden beneath the wallet, and you know exactly what it is. he wasn’t hiding it.
“where to?”
he gives you a knowing look like you shouldn’t of asked, and you know exactly what he’s about to say, “Lester’s deli.”
the sandwich in front of you is just as good as you remember it being. Lance sits across from you, halfway finished with his when he looks up at you, “so tell me, what do you like in a guy?” he asks.
you nearly drop the sandwich just to swallow before replying. it took all of the strength in you to not look down at his growing hard cock in his jeans.
it was evident the whole drive. his hand resting on your bare thigh, fingertips dangerously move up your skirt. he was such a tease, it was killing you how he was acting.
you shrug your shoulders, “I don’t know, just as long as he’s nice.” you reply to his question taking another bite out of your sandwich.
he nods taking a sip of his drink before asking another question, “I want the specifics. what did and didn’t work. do you like it when I touch you? do you hate hair pulling?”
the questions roll off his tongue, it’s hard to keep track. you can tell he’s been around the block, whereas you’ve barely been in the house let alone allowed to park your car in a man’s garage.
“Lance,” you say, finally stopping him from getting into orgys and sex toys, “I’ve never had sex. I don’t know what I like, but I know I like you.”
he finds himself blushing. he owes Chloe at least twenty bucks for predicting the expectable outcome: that you would fall for each other.
“well then what are we waiting for?” he asks, standing up from his chair. the few customers turn around hearing the legs of the chair scrape against the floor.
you watch him like you used to. with those silly little doe-eyes and follow his lead because even if you wanted to say no, you couldn’t. you dreamt of a moment like this at some point in your life, and you cannot believe it was Lance stroll who’d fuck you in his hotel room.
you lay against the mattress, his lips press against yours every so often while he takes off his shirt. you study the way his body looks as the black t-shirt comes off his back. you take your index finger and trace the outlines of his abs, the tattoo on his rib cage. there’s so much to see.
“I’ll help you.” he guides your hands to the zipper of his jeans. his hands steadies your shaking ones as you pull on the tiny metal that’s holding all of him together.
the jeans come off, they are in a ball on the floor along side his t-shirt he was once sporting. he’s hesitant to take off your tank top for you, his cold hands are on top of yours while you lift your shirt up over your head.
he licks his bottom lip before pressing them against yours for a brief second, “so beautiful.”
during the kiss he took the chance to unhook your bra, and when he pulls away, the material that was holding your breasts up is ripped off of you exposing your nipples to the cool air of the hotel room.
“lay back, for me.” he says, and you obey. it wasn’t much of a demand, rather than a statement for comfort. he takes the opportunity to spread your legs far apart, feet pressed into the mattress.
the white skirt you’re wearing rides up your thighs, he can see the lacy panties as clear as day, a smirk lifts his lips, “for me? you didn’t have to.” he jokes, but its sincere. he finds it charming you put in the effort to look presentable.
“whatever.” you grumble.
he smiles, hands running up your legs to your thighs. he stops at your hips that currently hold the floral lacy material in place. he’s careful to not tear the material as it trails down your legs before being tossed aside.
he gets off the bed for the gold wrapper on the nightstand. while he’s tugging off his boxers, the realization hits you. you’re about to have sex with the Lance stroll. the man who you once took showers with when you were babies, held you while your parents bickered and fought. this man was more than the perfect guy for the job to take your virginity.
“you just tell me when to stop, okay?”
his thumb grazes your cheek for a brief second before his hand slides down your throat. he’s gentle over your voice box, “I need to hear you, you’ll tell me to stop.”
his chain dangles off his of chest, the dim lights of the room reflect off it, nearly blinding you while he speaks. you feel that pulse once again as you nod, “I’ll tell you.” you try to vocalize your needs, but it’s caught in your throat making you sound raspy and hoarse.
he lets go. allowing that hand to caress your body while the other balances him in between you. his chain hovers over your eyelids, shoulder blades lining up with yours you can feel the heat radiating off of him. your breath is caught in your lungs by the sight of his beauty.
you feel his skin against yours before his tip inside of you. your hips grind together, chests nearly colliding with one another. your back arches into him, a gasp rolls off your tongue, nails digging deep into his skin. he hisses.
the strokes weren’t deep and long at first, rather quick and sporadic to get a feel. you’re tight, and he expected this, but he didn’t expect the challenge to open you up to feel so good.
his head tilts back a bit, a little grunt escaping his lips as he goes deeper into your core. you’re whining under him, absolutely soaking wet under him already.
he’s big, god he’s incredibly big. you’re not why he doesn’t walk around flaunting it, because you’re sure it’s the biggest dick you’ve ever seen and you weren’t even sure he’d fit in you.
you squirm when he goes long, the pain is met with pleasure shortly, a whimper escapes your lips, nails still digging into his back.
his strokes start to pick up again, you can feel the mattress beneath you two begin to shake, the headboard lightly tapping the wall behind you. you’re about a second away from coming when he hits the bundle of nerves that send a rush through your body. a whine slips off your tongue, and suddenly he’s slowing down— pulling out to be exact.
“yeah?” he asks. trying to catch his breath, he takes a long look into your angelic eyes, “let me taste you.” his voice is quiet. picking your legs up over his shoulders, his eyes dazzle with excitement at the thick moisture against your folds.
you shutter, when you feel his wet warm tongue against your skin, it’s a sensation that itches your brain, makes you dizzy, and gets your legs to twitch.
he takes his time wiping up your moisture in every fold before he re-enters your center— this time with his tongue. his name rolls off your lips, he stops for a brief moment before you guide him to continue. your fingers are tugging hard on the strands of his brown hair.
“you taste amazing.” he lifts up sitting on his knees wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a question in his mind sparks his interest.
“you want to try something?” he asks. curiosity flows through you. what more could he have up his sleeve?
you nod, allowing him to take your hands and lift you off the bed. you’re struggling to stand on your two feet, he helps you onto your knees, eye to eye with his hard cock.
“open your mouth, relax your jaw.” he instructs. you follow his commands, doing as so before taking his cock into your hands, fingers carefully stroke the shaft before your mouth closes around his tip.
the rest of his words get caught in his throat when your tongue swipes his tip. your fingers are beginning to wrap tight around his hard cock. how the hell were you so good at this? he thought to himself.
you may not be experienced enough, but you know just what you’re doing. you’ve read enough smut in your life to know where your hand should be, how your tongue should flick him. you know this will get him to come.
“g-good girl.” he moans.
his head is thrown back in pleasure. he can’t get enough of the feeling of your hand move up and down him, tongue swiping every inch of his cock.
he’s got one hand in your hair, the other is gripping the edge of the nightstand for balance. his knees are weak, he can’t stand it. he gives into the pleasure that he’s holding onto and let’s go. he’s enjoyed every second, every gasp that exits his mouth is a reward to your ego.
your mouth is met with his cum, a soft whimper escapes his lips that ends with a sigh in a relief. you pull away from his body, and when you look up from his cock, your eyes being greeted to his cocky smirk.
“not bad for a first timer.” he says, a light chuckle escapes his lips as he collapses against the mattress. it was finally over.
his arms are extended upward, fingers motioning for you to join him. you get up off the floor, and climb into his arms.
“now what?” you ask, resting your head against his chest. you can hear his heart still rapidly pounding.
it was a question you didn’t want to ask. once this was over, now that you no longer were a virgin, you figured there was no challenge left for him.
“now? we cuddle. next time? I get to teach you how to ride.”
“sounds like a plan.”
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꒰꒰ ‧₊˚= 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐄 ─ 𝐂𝐋𝟏𝟔 ˚₊· ꒱꒱
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scuderiasundays · 8 months
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summary: scrabble, chronic overthinking, and late-night declarations of love + a little insta au at the end 💌
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a/n: thank you for the req, sweet anon! apologies for taking so long! tagging @vamossainz55, @sainzcaleruega, @monzabee, @ssainzz, @holllandtrash, @diorleclerc, and @userlando just because. feedback appreciated as always. hugs and kisses 🫶🏼
A few hours ago, you and Lando had been immersed in a heated game night. Desperate to end his losing streak in McLaren challenges against Oscar, Lando had challenged you to a game of Scrabble. He'd been determined to pick up points with British slang like "bunda" and "peng," which held no place in the dictionary. You had rolled your eyes and let him bask in his victory, savoring the sound of his characteristic laughter.
Interestingly enough, since Lando had come into your life, your episodes of sleep paralysis had remarkably decreased. This was surprising, especially considering that watching him race always gave you butterflies. The constant fear that the love you two shared could be shattered with one fatal blow always lingered. Lando, keenly observant, noticed the tension etched across your face as you got ready for bed; his reflection in the mirror capturing your inner turmoil.
Breaking your reverie, his arms encircled your waist, pulling you back into the present. "Hey, you're in that space again," he murmured, his words melting the ice of your distant thoughts. You feigned innocence, though fully aware that he had caught you in the act. "Picturing all the worst-case scenarios?" he playfully quipped. With Lando, the world seemed steadier, as if his presence was a shield against any harm.
All of these memories danced through your mind as you lay in bed. Your mind was sharp and alert, yet your body lay captive. Shadows played eerie games on the walls, a creeping dread cascading through your senses. But as panic threatened to engulf you, a faint whisper of reassurance reached through the darkness, pulling you back to reality.
"Hey, you're okay. I'm right here with you." Lando’s fingers ran through your hair with the most delicate touch. He sensed the fear emanating from your body and held you closer. "How about we head down to the kitchen? I'll make you a cup of tea.”
Nodding, you felt the security of his presence as he held out his hand. With a tentative smile, your fingers intertwined, allowing him to guide you down the dimly lit staircase. Settling into a bouclé chair, you observed as Lando moved with grace, each motion familiar in the apartment you two shared.
His hands moved with practiced ease, selecting the honey vanilla chamomile tea you adored and filling the kettle. Enveloped in the soothing ritual, you couldn't help but admire the silhouette he cast in the soft glow of the refrigerator light, a figure of calm amidst the chaos.
The Scrabble board, a witness to your earlier play, still lay on the kitchen counter. Your fingertips traced the wooden tiles, arranging them into an earnest declaration: "I love you," at its core. With a warm smile, you gestured towards your creation.
Beside the board, your boyfriend set down your favorite mug, the "I'm With Stupid (Lando)" one, a Christmas gift from Carlos that never failed to make you snicker. A soft kiss on your forehead sealed his response, the three words you longed to hear voiced in his affectionate whisper.
"I love you too, Y/N. More than you’ll ever know."
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yourusername: home is whenever i'm with lando!
landonorris: you’re my best friend 🧡
mclaren: scrabble challenge coming right up
carlossainz55: when's the housewarming party happening?
danielricciardo: rsvp'ing yes in advance 🥳
riabish: thank god you chose all the furniture because lando has questionable taste 😓
fan1: so lando coded to be wearing a hoodie in this HEAT
fan2: it's giving heat stroke but more so because he looks so boyfriend 🫠
ciscanorris: glad to see the apartment's coming together. let me know if you need any more help!
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