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bro wtf it could've ended so much worse😭
#carlos sainz jr#carlos sainz#max verstappen#thank you max for standing up for carlos😭#fuck u fia#toto wolf im under your bed#versainz
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We don’t hate each other ୨୧ Arthur x fem! reader
Y/n was Ollie's oldest friend, growing up with him as he raced his way up to formula one, somewhere in between she found Arthur Leclerc, found him a massive fucking pain in the ass that is until something changes when Ollie debuts in Carlos Sainz Ferrari.
A always, comments and requests are always welcome! lemme know what y'all think of this!
Warnings: curses, lime
y/nl/n
y/nl/n GET THIS MAN IN A FERRARI ASAP 💪 💪 💪 😮💨
Username they're relationship is so important to me actually
username arent they just friends?? username girl you believe that? LOOK AT THEM THEY'RE LITERALLY MARRIED username theyre 18 go touch grass pls 😭
username GET THAT MAN IN A FERRARI!!!
Username shes so real for that bow, ollies so cute 🥹
olliebearman thank you for the very serious pictures of me, a very serious, very profession man
y/nl/n "very serious, very professional man"🤓 shut up you literally cried in my arms when you got called olliebearman i'm telling my pr officer to block you username did what in whose arms now?? username oooh so hes in love love
arthurleclerc Way to go Ols!
y/nl/n gtfo my post arthurleclerc gtfo off my fyp y/nl/n block me bitch arthurleclerc too much effort, cry olliebearman guys you're in public 😭
username whats with Arthur and Y/N? 😅
Username they're competing for Ollies love Username bro you wrong for that 😂
arthurleclerc
arthurleclerc to MY bestfriend, congratulations on making it to Ferrari and f1! You deserve the best! Hope my brother treated you well.
username SHOTS!! HAVE!! BEEN!! FIRED!!
Username he know he wrong for that first photo
Username okay wait. How do both Leclerc have a Wattpad ass gay romance is it genetic??
Username bro all capped the my 😭
username mans petty as hell
username @/y/nl/n me personally, I wouldn't take that
username hes stealing your man girl go get him!!
oliiebearman Thank you Arthur! Yes he did!
arthurleclerc ur welcome ols ❤️ username @/y/nl/n were waiting for you boo username its the red heart for me Username Charles come get your brother!!! he's cosplaying you and max on main again
y/nl/n Congrats Ollie!! love you 🥰 (Not gonna make this abt myself like some other girls)
arthurleclerc revoking ur paddock pass btw 🥰 Olliebearman ... I'm blocking you both 🥰
username mans done with them 😂
You rolled your eyes as you saw Arthur's comment on yours, how could he be so childish. Forget it, you reminded yourself, today is for Ollie and Ollie only.
You waited in Ollie's driver room till he was done with the debrief, you'd go out to celebrate with him and his family later. His trainer had given him a pass on the diet, after all, scoring points in F1 was no joke.
You jumped off the chair you were lounging in, ready to hug the man as you heard the door open but to your disappointment, it was only Arthur.
You groaned as you saw the boy and he scowled in return. You never knew how your rivalry began. One moment you were visiting Ollie for the first time at Prema and the next you were in a screaming match with a Monagasuque man with the cutest accent.
"What are you doing?" He asked, rather, demanded.
"Waiting for my friend," you replied with the same annoyance in your voice, "What are you doing here?" you accused, stepping towards him.
He pulled a face, closing the gap, "Here to support my friend, you know cause we can actually stand each other,"
"Hah, sure, at least I'm not jealous of my friends, you know cause they actually make it into f1," you shrugged, knowing it was a low blow.
His face morphed into anger as he pushed closer towards you, "You need to shut up," he spoke in a low voice, you'd be scared of the taller, much stronger boy if you weren't doused in anger yourself.
"Make me then," why did you say that- Oh shit.
Your eyes widened as he kissed you, making both of you stumble back and fall on Ollie's driver room bed. You groaned as your back hit the mattress, the older boy breaking the kiss, looking down at you in concern.
"O-oh, my god! Y/n I'm so sorry, I don't know wh-" he began rambling but you couldn't let him win, could you? So you kissed him back, letting your hands run through his hair.
He led one hand to your waist, letting it fall under your shirt, he hissed at the warmth your skin radiated under his palms.
"Oh my god, OH MY GOD," Someone yelled, making Arthur push off the bed, and fall on the floor.
"Ollie this isn't what it looks like," he explained from the floor making you frown.
"It isn't?" you asked making him turn to you.
"No, it is," he explained to you, then turned to shocked Ollie in the doorway, "I mean- it is," he tried to explain.
Ollie paused for a moment, "On my bed, really?" he replied, disgust in his voice.
You picked up the pillow on his now messed up bed, throwing it at his head, "Shut up,"
He laughed as he ducked, "Hey, at least none of us had to intervene," he confessed making you and the boy who was now getting up off the floor groan in defeat.
olliebearman
olliebearman never make out in my room again, I beg you
Y/nl/n sorry I stole your boyfriend, Ols
arthurleclerc you are still the love of my life, y/n's just a friend olliebearman DO NOT START THIS AGAIN
Username HUH?
username chat is this real rn? username fr thought they hated each other username bro said he was going to get his Wattpad enemies to lovers one way or the other
username Charles Leclerc it's your turn now.
charlesleclerc So all the ranting actually led to something?
y/nl/n he talks about me?? arthurleclerc NO I DIDN'T! Charles shut up or I'll tag someone you rant about. Charleslecler y/n changed you i dont like this relationship anymore username WHAT DO YOU MEAN??? Username First we get Arthur x y/n and now we are getting Charles read like filth 😭
trying something new, thoughts?
#f1#formula 1#f1 x reader#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#arthur leclerc#arthur leclerc x reader#ollie bearman#ollie bearman x reader#charles leclerc#arthur leclerc imagine#f1 smau#f1 social media au
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ok so i had an idea for the rb photographer fic if you're up for it
first of all im like in love w ur fics i love em all
and nextly, listen to this..
charles isn't single but manwhore carlos probably is?
he flirts w our photographer and makes max jealous?? roped in by danny ofc to get them together?? what do you think??
anyway have a great day! <33333
UM OKAY THANK YOU! max x rbphotographer!reader are literally everything to me and i am SOO thrilled to have gotten this request. very in character for daniel to get everyone involved in scheming even tho max has told him not to😭 love it so much😇😇 hope u enjoy and i am SOOOO sorry this took so long xx
MV: tonight (i wish i was your boy)
pairing(s): max verstappen x redbull photographer!reader
word count: 1.9k+
Max likes to think he’s not a jealous person.
Max likes to think that— but it doesn’t mean it’s true. Daniel would and has, argued that Max is an abnormally jealous person. In the sense that Max doesn’t like to share. Doesn’t like other people playing with his toys. Not that he thinks of you (or Daniel) as his toy— that’s absurd. He’s a jealous person, not some territorial asshole with an anger problem. (Okay, sometimes he has an anger problem. He’s been working on it. It hardly crops up anymore, but he’s not territorial).
He is, again, bad at sharing, and also uniquely used to getting what he wants.
It’s not because he’s got a crush on you. Despite what Daniel would like to assume. It’s just that you’re meant to be his friend. You’re here with him, because of him. He’s meant to be able to hover around you all night, getting carried away as he tries to explain something meaningless while you give him that half-grin that you don’t even realise you’re doing most of the time. He’s the one who’s supposed to be putting his hand on your back, and leaning in to ask if you’d like another drink—
Not Carlos.
Definitely not Carlos.
(Well, at least it’s not Charles).
Instead, Max is standing next to an overeager Lando at the DJ deck, gripping his drink so hard that he’s mildly concerned the glass will shatter to pieces in his hand. Actually, that’s not such a bad idea to get your attention. Maybe if that happens you’ll stop looking at Carlos Sainz Jr with big googly eyes and you’ll come nurse his hand or whatever it is you’re supposed to do in pathetic little fantasies like the one he’s entertaining. You’re not really the nursing type though, you’re more prone to start freaking out and calling everyone on the Red Bull team to tell them that Max has irreparably damaged his hand.
Max stops entertaining that particular fantasy.
Daniel’s not here, he’s gone home to Australia for a few weeks and skipped out on this weird little grid (+ friends) party that Charles is throwing. This is good and this is bad for Max. On one hand Daniel is not here to rib him about his half-admitted crush on you, on the other hand Daniel is not here to distract him from his half-admitted crush on you. There’s Lando of course, who can be just as good in the distraction department, but it’s not quite the same.
Lando doesn’t quite know about the raging crush, which is probably for the better. He’s been around when Lando’s tried to set up Oscar before and that was an absolute unmitigated disaster.
“Hey man,” speaking of Oscar, “You good?”
Max frowns and then half turns to look at Oscar who’s now hovering next to Lando with a fruity little drink in hand, “Yeah mate,” he answers, confused.
Oscar gets this weird little micro expression on his face that Max wouldn’t usually take any note of— his forehead creases, he raises a disbelieving eyebrow— but the skepticism grates at Max a little, leaves him wondering.
“Why?”, he caves.
Oscar shakes his head, shrugs, “You're kind of staring down Carlos."
Max's mouth falls open, just a little. He is not. His eyes flit to Lando unconsciously for confirmation before he has a chance to defend himself against what are frankly untrue allegations from Oscar. But Lando is already shrugging, making a face that says he has been.
Fuck. Max frowns. And doesn't say anything.
Better to stay quiet and look moody than to admit anything to these two. Total menaces. Well, no that's Lando. Oscar might be helpful. Still, Max isn't going to admit anything. Daniel and apparently Charles knowing about it is more than enough.
Their hushed conversation behind him fades into the background as Max turns again to look at you and Carlos— and alright he gets it now. There's definitely a different kind of set to his jaw, a scowl on his lips as he watches Carlos put his hand on your shoulder.
There is something in his gut. Something sick. The feeling he gets when he's on track and the car starts sliding, the wheels locking up. When hears the va-rum of a car go by, sees something that isn't wide open space in front of him. Something like panic starts to climb up his throat. He knows he shouldn't be this bothered by you and another person, but he can't get rid of this voice in the back of his head that says you might like Carlos more than him. That you might stop hanging around Max, texting him at all hours of the day with photos of your food or random questions, waiting for him in the garage after sessions and not just because you've got to take pictures of him, and going out for food on 'friend dates' as you've taken to calling them.
If you and Carlos... okay no, Max doesn't even want to think about it.
He starts walking over, trying to smooth his face into something less intimidating as he goes. He turns it into a strained, mouth-closed smile that doesn't reach his eyes. He directs it at Carlos.
There's a glint in Carlos' eyes that Max doesn't like the look of.
"Hi Max," he says, flashing his white teeth, he gestures to you, "I was just getting to know your lovely friend here."
Alright. Max understands instantly. This has Daniel's name written all fucking over it. Max's fake smile falls, turning into a flat look that he levels at Carlos. He's trying not to scowl because he doesn't want you to catch on to anything, but it's not easy. His phone is burning a hole in his pocket, he doesn't care if it's the middle of the night in Australia right now, he's itching to call Danny and ask him what the fuck he is thinking pulling something like this from 14,000 kilometers away?
"Mm," Max hums, unimpressed, unable to fake pleasantries even for your sake, "Great."
You look at him, eyebrows raised a little incredulously at his tone. There's slight amusement there too, he thinks, as he returns your look. You squint a little, as if to say, don't give me that look, Max Verstappen. He can feel himself smiling, the corner of his mouth lifting with ease even though the object of his anger still has his stupid hand on your shoulder.
He can't help himself when he reaches for your elbow, asks, "D'you wanna get a drink?"
You bite down on the edge of your smile, "Sure, Maxie."
You turn and say something to Carlos that he doesn't listen to. Partly because he doesn't care, partly because the sound of you saying Maxie is playing on a loop in his head, like it always does whenever you use the nickname. Which is more often than not. God, he loves it. Maxie Maxie Maxie. It sounds so syrupy sweet coming from your mouth. Smothered in affection. You're the only person, bar his mum and sister that he lets use it. Daniel sometimes, but Daniel would say it regardless, the menace that he is.
"Max," you say, hand on his bicep, thumb smoothing back and forth there, "Where'd you go?"
Max blinks. Carlos is gone now.
"Hm, no, nowhere," you frown, so he says, "Just a bit tired."
This seems to satisfy you. You slip an arm into the crook of his, linking them together as you tug him to the bar. You order him a G&T and yourself a glass of wine before the two of you head out onto the balcony where it's far quieter. Less people, less chatter. Max prefers it like this, with no one there to get in the way of your attention on him, his on you. He thinks you prefer it too.
He hopes you do at least.
You sip your wine, Max’s eyes linger on the line of your neck, the way your fingers curl around the glass, how your eyes glitter in the early afternoon sun.
“What was that earlier?”, you gesture inside, raising your eyebrows again, “With Carlos?”
Max laughs nervously without meaning to, “Uh, what do you mean?”
The ‘something sick’ is back in his gut again. He hopes you buy his nonchalance, but doesn’t feel confident you will. You know him too well. That’s his fault.
You sigh, “I mean the dick measuring contest, Maxie.”
Maxie. Maxie.
Then he finally registers your words around the loop of your voice in his head, he guffaws, almost choking on his drink, “The dick measuring contest!?”
“Yes,” you hiss, leaning forward on your stool, “Yes, Max. I’m not an idiot, you were getting territorial.”
Max blinks. Max feels red creeping up his neck. Max feels butterflies and maybe a chainsaw in his stomach.
“Wha—”, he tries again, “I—”
His mouth doesn’t appear to be working. Maybe because he’s not sure what on earth he’s supposed to say. What do you even mean? Are you trying to say that you know he was jealous of Carlos? That you know he has feelings for you? Or are you just referencing the fact that he’s weirdly territorial of his friends sometimes? What is he supposed to say in response to any of it? He can’t figure it out for the life of him.
Then you’re blushing you’re blushing and you’re saying, “You don’t have to worry, Max. You’re my favourite person here.”
Okay, alright, what the fuck does that mean? God. Max hates this. If you were any other girl he’d have asked you out literally years ago. But because you’re you and you’re his best friend besides Daniel, he can’t ask you out. He has to smother his feelings into something platonic because he cannot bear the idea of losing you.
Despite his better judgment telling him not to, Max asks, “Really?”
You hum, “Really, really.”
It happens in slow motion, it must. Or at least that’s how Max replays it in his head every night before he goes to sleep. You reach forward and put your hand over his, fingers on his wrist, thumb drawing a pattern on his upturned palm.
Then you say, in a way that he can’t figure out for the life of him, “Love you, Maxie.”
Chills run down the length of his spine, that chainsaw starts up again in his stomach. Love you, Maxie. He feels sick— like he might word vomit the entirety of his feelings for you right there and then. Instead, he forces himself to smile. Closed-mouth, eyes crinkled.
“Mm, yeah, love you,” he says back, his voice cracking as he tries to make it sound normal and platonic and not wracked with nerves.
You smile, warm, beaming and showing your teeth, like he’s made your day infinitely better by just saying those words. As if you’ve not just made his stomach churn and his heart take leaps and bounds in his chest. As if he’s not going to think about the way you’d said it every second of every day. As if he won’t dream of you saying it in every other context imaginable.
You pat his hand twice, then pull it back to take hold of your drink again. Smiling as if you’ve not ruined him for anyone else for good.
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movie night (pt.2 to orange) | lando norris
type: smau + written
pairing(s): reader x lando norris, reader x f1 grid (friendly)
summary: after you and lando officially announced your relationship, you didnt realize that charles and george were actually sad about the news. to make it up you invited them for ice cream and some movies (except they werent the only ones that showed up)
warning(s): a little bit suggestive 😘🙈
fc: random girlies off of pinterest!
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"are you sure thats gonna be enough ice cream, babe?" lando asks as you turned to look at him confused
"yes??? why wouldnt there be enough? i only invited the two of them for some ice cream and to watch movies." you respond to lando as his eyes widen, "what did you do, lando."
"i swear–no i promise i didnt know it was just supposed to be those two..." he explains as you look at him more, "i may or may have not invited more people besides the two..."
"lando norris!" you yelp out in disbelief, "go."
"go?? go where??" he asks confused.
"go buy more ice cream for the friends you invited." you tell him as he sighs, "quit standing around, go before they come!"
after a few minutes of you stressing out, lando finally arrived with more ice cream in his hands.
"who else did you invite?" you finally ask as he puts the ice cream in the freezer.
"carlos, oscar, max, alex, and lewis." he states their names.
"oh, well thats fine. sorry for getting snappy with you, love." you give him a peck on his cheek, "you know how i am with planning things."
"trust me i do, dont worry about it babe." he tackles you onto the couch as you scream for help.
you and him wrestle each other for a bit until you end up on top of him, straddling his waist.
"i could so do you right now." you blurt out as he cheekily smiles.
"please do." he says as you lean in for a kiss but it gets interrupted with a doorbell.
"awhh, too bad." you pull away as you give him a sly look to which he rolls his eyes at.
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amayamoore replied to ynnns story
amayamoore WHY IS EVERYONE THERE
amayamoore I THOUGHT IT WAS J GONNA BE CHARLES AND GEORGE??
ynnn GIRL I THOUGHT SO TOO BUT LANDO INVITED MORE PEOPLE 😭😭😭
amayamoore LMFAOOO
lilymhe replied to ynnns story
lilymhe tell alex to buy some carrots after you guys are done w your movie night
lilymhe that cute idiot forgot his phone 😔
ynnn LMFAOAHHS OKAY
ynnn he said "understood" with a salute
lilymhe thanks girl lets hang tmrw xxx
ynnn GIRLS NIGHT!?&:
lilymhe YESSSS
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"did she ask for anything else, y/n?" alex asks as he takes a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth.
"no, but i am stealing her from you tomorrow night." you answer as you take a spoonful of ice cream into your mouth as well.
"girls night?" max asks as you nod your head in agreement.
"yep, pretty much." you answer verbally, "anyways, were you two shocked when you pulled up here seeing all the other guys?" you laugh as you see charles and george nod their heads.
"obviously. i thought me and george were gonna get closure and therapy after the announcement, not a whole party." charles answers as he laughs, "but i think this is better."
"the more merrier they say..." lando says as he scratches his head.
you give him a peck on the lips as you laugh.
"you guys are lucky charles cried all of his tears during the announcement or hed be bawling right now." carlos says as everyone laughs and looks at charles.
"hey, still quite sensitive to that..." he says as he eats down his ice cream and chokes.
max instantly gets up to pat charles on his back as he keeps on coughing.
"DONT DIE ON ME." you yell as you ran out of the room to get charles a glass of water.
"RUN BABE RUN!!" lando yells out as he slowly panics at how much charles was coughing.
"HERE.." you come back with a glass of water nearly slipping on the way, but it gets to charles safely.
"charles dont die yet, you have to race in monaco." max says as he still pats his back.
"i wo–" he coughs, "i wont." he finally takes a deep breath and stops coughing.
"almost lost a dad there for a sec by his own ice cream brand" oscar says as everyone laughs especially charles.
"you almost really did." he says as he finally eases down, "anyways, what are we watching tonight." he asks as you chuckle at his attempt at changing the subject.
"you can pick since you almost saw the light." you say.
"yeah mate, youre lucky max got your back. like quite literally." lewis says max laughs.
after a few minutes of thinking, charles finally picked a movie that he thinks everyone would enjoy.
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lando.jpg my love ❤️
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user3 y/ns first jpg feature 🥹🫶
lando.jpg wont be the last thats fs ❤️
ynnn you better be for sure.
user3 NOT THE THREAT GNNN 😭😭😭
maxverstappen1 mates gonna pretend like we werent there...
alex_albon got lost in the sauce
lewishamilton real
georgerussell63 real
oscarpiastri real
carlossainz55 real
charles_leclerc real
lewishamilton wheres my photo creds @??
ynnn real, like he ate that last pic of us up
lando.jpg creds @/lewishamilton for the last photo 😒
ynnn gosh hes being sassy again 🙄
lewishamilton i literally just asked for creds 🙄🙄
ynnn ikr??? 🙄🙄🙄🙄
mclaren now you know what we have to deal with 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄
ynnn gosh i could never 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄
lando.jpg GOSH YOU GUYS ARE BULLIES ☹️
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charles_leclerc feeling better now 😎
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ynnn I SWEAR YOU PUT A FRICKING BRICK IN YOUR PILLOW. GOOD LORD CHARLES.
charles_leclerc LOLLL IM SORRY 😭😭
ynnn THAT HURT MATE 😭😭😭
landonorris THE SOUND IT MADE LMFAOOO 😭😭
ynnn SHUT UP LANDO.
alex_albon ive never laughed so hard until what happened on the last photo 😭
lewishamilton FR 💀
lilymhe COUNT YOUR DAYS ALEX.
ynnn YOU GUYS ATTEMPTED TO MURDER ME I SWEAR.
ynnn MURDERERS. ALL OF YOU.
user3 NOT Y/N ACCUSING THEM OF ATTEMPTED MURDER BYEE 😭😭
scuderiaferrari dont hurt our future driver charles ❤️😘
mclaren nuh uh i dont think so ☝️ shes taking landos seat
scuderiaferrari we will see 🙈
ynnn THAT WAS AN UNFAIR FIGHT WAIT TILL I HAVE MY GIRLS W ME GOSH
lilymhe FR
amayamoore REMAAATCH
maxverstappen1 its so on
oscarpiastri REAL‼️
alex_albon REAL‼️
landonorris REAL‼️
carlossainz55 REAL‼️
lewishamilton REAL‼️
charles_leclerc REAL‼️
georgerussell63 REAL‼️
user4 THIS FRIENDSHIP IS TO DIE FOR I SWEAR
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georgerussell63 we totally won in girls vs boys pillow fight.
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ynnn FOR THE LAST TIME: GIRL (SINGULAR) VS BOYS (PLURAL)
user4 poor girl is fighting a whole team 😭
ynnn NOBODY HAD MERCY 😡😡😡😡
charles_leclerc youre just a sore loser
ynnn STFU LECLERC.
alex_albon i swear i literally almost peed myself seeing her screech, run away, and slip 💀
landonorris FOR REAL. I NEARLY HYPERVENTILATED SEEING THAT HAPPEN I WAS CRYING 😭😭
carlossainz55 it actually had me in tears too i couldnt believe she slipped because of her slippers😭😭😭
maxverstappen1 i may have bursted a lung.
ynnn WHAT IS WERONG QITH YOU GUYS QUIT EXPOSING ME
user22 I CANT BREATHE 😭💀💀💀
oscarpiastri 😭😭😭
ynnn im gonna crash into you guys if i see you in the roads.
amayamoore THE THREATS 😭😭😭
mercedesamgf1 how do you feel about joining us next year. we will have a seat open for you 😁
redbullracing no she seems to have a redbull driving style 😘
scuderiaferrari FORZA FERRARI!!! also we dibs first 🙄
mclaren shes already driving for lando next year 🧡🧡🧡
landonorris WHAT
yn.jpg you didnt know babe?
landonorris #landofoundonthestreetsjobless
yn.jpg GOODBYE LMFAOO 😭😭
landonorris look at my loves bunda 😻😻😻
ynnn id humor you if i wasnt holding a grudge against you.
landonorris it was too funny babe i could not 😭😭
ynnn WTV OPP WTV.
landonorris there she goes again 🙄🙄🙄
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yn.jpg welcome chat
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yn.jpg look at all the photos i took of them
yn.jpg my favs is alexs 😭
user3 WHAT EVEN HAPPENED
yn.jpg nothing...just an inchident. (tried running him over in his own car)
lilymhe LMFAOO GNNN 😭😭 HE PROBABLY DESERVED IT
yn.jpg HE DID LILY HE RLLY DID
alex_albon OKAY WHATEVER 😒
charles_leclerc hey...😔
maxverstappen1 best quote from you ever.
lando.jpg such a copycat 🙄
maxverstappen1 mate didnt you beg her?
georgerussell63 didnt you go down on both knees?
oscarpiastri didnt you weep on the floor?
alex_albon didnt you massage her back?
lewishamilton didnt you yell loudly for her to make this account?
carlossainz55 didnt you roll AND weep on the floor if she didnt make it?
charles_leclerc didnt you also massage her feet?
yn.jpg didnt you beg for months for me to make it?
lando.jpg GOSH I GET IT OKAY. 🙄
user22 omg look at oscar hes such a cutie 🥹🥹🥹
charles_leclerc my child is cute 🥹
oscarpiastri thanks dad 😆
user3 that looks like the best movie night ever omg
user4 NO CUZ FR??
yn.jpg #facedented #charlesfault #hehadabrickinhispillow
charles_leclerc haters gonna stay losing 🙄🙄🙄
lilymhe lets get them next time since they wanna talk😒
amayamoore real 😒
yn.jpg real 😒
ynnn real 😒
lilymhe not the double confirmation 😭😭
ynnn i want revenge babes 😭🫶
lilymhe youll get them back babe 🫶😘
amayamoore @/alex_albon she just stole your girl
alex_albon #usedtothis
lilymhe HAHAHSJW ILY BABE 😖🤍
alex_albon love you too 😻🙈
ynnn ew i hate couples 🙄
landonorris im literally on the other side of the couch from you babe 😔
ynnn how about you come to my side then babe. sit on my lap 😻😻😻
landonorris yes maam 😻😻😻🙈🙈
amayamoore GET OUT OF HERE
georgerussell63 TAKE THIS SOMEWHERE ELSE.
charles_leclerc THEYRE DOING IT AGAIN
mclaren i was never here 😨
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authors note(s): did a little part 2 to orange since it felt like it needed a part 2.
i also wanna thank you guys for giving me massive support on orange 😭🫶 i genuinely thought it was gonna flop since it was my first time writing a smau and i thought that you guys wouldnt find my humor funny, but reading the comments made me feel better 😘😘😘
thank you sm again xxx
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Okay so 🤭 what if Y/N use to be with ( whatever Barca player you choose ) and they broke it off because they supposedly wanted to focus on their career and the reader was really heartbroken and omg to make it more better y/n is Carlos sister and then she sees or hear how they moved on already! And little by little she starts to be with lando and they announce their relationship when he wins in Miami!! Like full on hard launch. 😭🙌🏽
Also this got me motivated to think of more ideas ima write them down for the future 🤭
papaya girl / LN4
Summary: ex!Ferran x Sainz!baker!reader x Lando - After a devastating breakup with your footballing boyfriend, you think you'll never be able to date someone again.
Warnings: there's a golf scene and I don't golf so-!🤞, mention of sickness, foul language, sorry if some things are not accurate, headache, partying/dancing/drunkenness/clubbing, mention of getting so drunk you had no memory of what happened, implied getting drunk to dampen emotions, getting injured, vomiting, slight soulmate feel, a bit of suggestive talk, use of babe/baby/bae/baby girl/etc., I feel like every kiss I describe is exactly the same sooo- sorry about that! ✌
Requested?: YES! 😘
Author's Note: Do you ever write something so good that you wish you could make it into a movie? That's how I feel about this. I can imagine the scenes. Didn't plan it but I guess 24 is the magic number for this one. I made the request more dramatic because... I like doing that... 👉 👈 🥺 ALSO THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST. PERFECT MIX OF ANGST AND FLUFF. I LITERALLY LOVE YOU! If you do have any more ideas and you're up for it, let me know!
When you met Ferran Torres, you were a Madridista with a passion for Ferrari. Being a Sainz, you've always been rooting for Real Madrid, but your favorite Formula 1 team isn't as consistent. Because before that, you were a McLaren fan. And before that, Red Bull. And everything else before that, too.
Wherever Carlos is, you're a fan of it.
You, quite literally, on the day you met Ferran, were wearing a Cristiano Ronaldo jersey and a backwards Ferrari cap.
And, well, he, a new arrival from Manchester City, liked that, apparently!
And it was beautiful. They way you slowly became closer and closer, growing to know each other more and more.
And then, maybe you just hit a point. Hit a point in your relationship where you wanted more, and Ferran realized that if any more was given by him, it would be too far for him.
And he cut it off. Said he was doing well in Barcelona. He had high hopes. You, a sold out Madrid fan, had been wearing his number on the back of a blaugrana jersey. And despite that blaugrana jersey, he ditched you.
He said his work, his career, his passions, his dreams, were more important than you.
But you can't complain, Y/n. That's fair. He was gentle in letting you know. He made it clear he didn't want any malice between you and him.
You roll over in bed, staring vacantly at your wall. There's a large Real Madrid flag hanging in the middle. A smaller Ferrari flag on one side. A few posters of bands and teams you like or events you've been to, signed by different celebrities. People who are more famous than 'Carlos Sainz Jr.'s sister' or 'Ferran Torres's ex-girlfriend.' On one side, it seems silly to have a poster signed by Max Verstappen, but you do. On the other side of the flag, you have a peeling old McLaren poster, showing the younger versions of Carlos and his former racing partner, Lando Norris, looking just seconds away from breaking into a loud, hysterical laughter.
And next to that, you have a Barcelona poster.
You smile sadly to yourself.
I must look like such a conflicted sports fan.
You stand up, walking over to the wall. After gently peeling the Barcelona poster off the wall, you slowly trace the badge with your fingers, any hint of a smile now gone as tears begin to fill your eyes, threatening to fall.
"This is stupid," you murmur scornfully, your voice cracking softly. "This isn't even my team! It's not my city...!" You toss the poster across the room, leaving it in a place where you don't intend to pick it up anytime soon.
Let it gather dust and crumple. That's what Ferran did. He threw away our relationship like it was nothing but a worthless piece of paper. And now I'm suffering the consequences.
You sigh. You're trying not to let yourself be bitter. You want to look back on everything you and Ferran had and be happy. Appreciate it. You still love Ferran. You don't want to be angry with him.
Someone said to you once, Hurt heals with time, as long as you let it.
You grab a bold, red Sharpie from your drawer and your notebook from a dresser. You scribble those words in all caps, rip out the page, grab some tape, and hang the piece of paper where the FC Barcelona poster used to be.
You sigh, but nod, before turning to get ready for your day.
You hate winter. You never hated winter before this winter, but now you hate it.
With the breakup, you've been avoiding anything La Liga like the plague, even if it doesn't involve Ferran Torres. It just reminds you too much.
And with Carlos on winter break, getting ready for the start of the season, he's not around much. Going on different trips, he's quite busy. Which you don't like. You and your brother have a strong bond.
It's not like you don't have anything to do. You just don't have anything interesting to do. You have a shop that you run, but you have enough staff hired to not have to be there all the time.
Yes, in a family of racing, you were never too into it. Your strong spot is in baking and business running, so that's why you opened up a bakery in Madrid.
And being a Sainz, of course it was a success.
Same type of thing as Charles Leclerc's 'LEC,' except you're not the racing driver Charles Leclerc, you're not doing ice cream, and you've always been doing this, for five years now.
You watch as a young, excited couple walks in, jabbering away in English. You can just tell they're tourists as they get in line to order. Once they get to the counter, the woman immediately leans over the counter in excitement, saying, "Is Carlos Sainz here?" in English.
You chuckle. Sounds American. "Which Carlos Sainz?" you tease.
They look blankly at you as if you're just about the dumbest individual to walk planet Earth. You chuckle and say, "Why don't you get to ordering? There's a line."
Towards the afternoon, as things begin to quiet down just a little bit, you look up at the doorbell jingles and freeze.
When he reaches the counter, you snap at Ferran, "Why are you in Madrid?"
"Am I not allowed to be? Either way, hello to you, too."
You sigh, licking your lips as you study the Valencian boy. "What can I get for you?"
He shrugs and orders, before seating himself down at one of the seats at the counter. "How have you been, Y/n?" he asks.
"Fine," you swallow, staring down. "And you?"
"I'm good." From there, he begins just talking, as if we're old friends or something, and not exes.
He seems so happy. So content.
To not be with you.
Suddenly, mid-way through one of his many sentences, you slip your hand over his, almost on impulse. He stops, staring to your hands, and then to you.
You breathe softly, "Why? Why did you come here to just talk to me? Aren't you moved on? Ferran, this is torture for me."
Lines crease into his face. You can see him swallow, looking at your smaller hand on his. "I'm... I'm sorry. I am moved on. I'm doing well. I just thought maybe we could be friends. I'd never want to date you again; I'm not in the place to date anyone. I'm happy single. But I just feel bad. I know you're hurt, and... I'd be happy to still be friends with you, is all?" He slips his hand out from underneath yours and takes his cup of coffee with it, taking a sip as he watches you intently.
You drag a hand over your face. Though you didn't want to admit it, seeing him come in to the bakery gave you hope. That maybe he wanted to try again. But those words that came out of his mouth? They cut deep.
"Listen, Ferran," you barely whisper. "I'm still trying to work through what happened. Everything. It's hard for me. But I appreciate it, and when I'm ready, if I'm ever ready, I'd love to be your friend. O- Okay?"
He nods slowly, staring down. "Alright... Fair enough."
"What's wrong?" your older brother, Carlos, asks. You watch outside the window as the world travels by.
You sigh. "Ferran."
"Him, again?"
"Carlos," you sigh. "Stop. It's nothing new. I'm just missing him. He wants to stay friends, but I said I needed time."
"Ah. Well, you know, I did tell you never to date-"
"-a Barcelona player. I know," you roll your eyes with a little smile.
He chuckles, shaking his head. "Hurt heals with time, as-"
"-long as you let it. I know," you comment, smiling a bit wider.
"Exactly. It'll come."
You sigh. "I hope so."
As Carlos pulls into the parking lot, you say, "So. Is that why you decided to take me golfing with your friends? Just wanted to check up on me, but you never have the time to sit down over dinner these days?"
Carlos smiles as he shuts off the car. "No. I could have made time. But I wanted your company golfing."
"You know I'm not big on g-"
"Shut up," he grins. "Yes you are."
"I suck."
"Not as bad as some people I know. In fact, you're actually pretty okay."
Soon, you meet up with a bunch of Carlos's friends. They're all chatting, and you're just kind of zoning off, looking out over the grassy hills, when suddenly you look up when Carlos says, "Ay! Lando!"
You blink in complete and utter shock. "Why is Lando Norris here?"
As Lando approaches, he eyes you, saying teasingly, "Well, thank you for the warm welcome, Y/n Sainz."
"Lando was just around, so he made the drive to meet us here," Carlos quickly fills in.
Soon, you're all off. After a round, as you're walking back to the cart to go get lunch, Carlos says, nudging Lando, "I think my baby sister is better than you."
Lando laughs. "You fucking muppet; what are you talking about?"
You grin, falling in step with Lando and Carlos. "I'm a better golfer."
"That is just wrong," Lando says, glancing at you. "Downright wrong."
"It's a Sainz thing," Carlos puts in. "There's no way for you to beat us, Lando. You can't. Winning runs in the family."
Lando rolls his eyes, reiterating, "Your baby sister is not better than me."
"You have no right to call me a baby," you put in indignantly. "I'm probably older than you."
Lando looks at you, his nose all scrunched up. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-four."
"Hah! Same age."
"That still doesn't mean you get to call me a baby!"
"Her birthday is in January; different year than Lando's. Lando, you can call her a baby; you're older," Carlos says.
"Carlos!" you snap. "Don't give him permission!"
Carlos grins and shakes his head as he breaks off to chat with some of his other friends and get on the cart with them.
Lando grins, giving a discreet pat on your lower back as he murmurs, "Sorry, baby."
And for some reason, that makes you feel things. You decide to blame it on the fact that Lando's just good-looking.
Once you're all seated down with your lunch, you comment, "So what's with the whole..." your hand goes to your chin, referring to his facial hair, as you look at Lando expectantly.
Lando slams down his fork, saying lightheartedly, "Sick of people asking me that!"
You smirk. "Makes you look like you're forty."
"Whatever, baby."
"You know, I have a picture on my wall of you and Carlos when you were just babies, too."
As soon as Lando raises an eyebrow with a smirk, you know it was a mistake to word it that way. "You have a picture of me and Carlos on your wall?" he asks, mock condescendingly.
"No, no. I mean, I do, but- It's just an old McLaren poster." You immediately look down.
"What, are you a fan of mine?" Lando teases further.
"No! I'm a fan of Carlos, and you just so happened to be his teammate at that time. The point is that you two look like pipsqueaks in that photo! Lando, you looked so awkward, with all your acne-"
"What, Lando, you think she's a McLaren fan? She's sold out for Ferrari," Carlos interrupts.
"Literally! I deck myself out in red every Sunday!"
"Today's Sunday," Lando starts like the stupid idiot he is, "And I don't see you wearing red."
You groan, leaning back, covering your face in your hands. "Carlos, how are you this guy's friend? He's so annoying! Why'd you invite him for? How do you put up with him?"
Carlos just smirks, patting your shoulder, and says, "I'm used to having to put up with irritable people, after having to grow up with you."
You roll your eyes, fighting off a smile as all the guys around you at the table laugh out loud.
On the car ride back, you're mostly silent, your thoughts swimming with one thing and one thing only.
Lando Norris.
And there's a soft smile on your face as you think about your morning with him.
But Carlos can tell you're deep in thought. Usually, you'd be yapping away right now. "Anything on your mind?" he asks carefully.
You sigh. "Not much."
"You're bad at lying. You're staring out the window dreamily. What's on your mind?"
You sigh. "It's stupid. You'll make fun of me."
"I'm not stupid, though. I can already guess what it is."
You gulp. "How?"
"For the whole day, the only person you talked to was Lando."
You feel your stomach drop. "It's nothing serious, Carlos. He's just funny."
"You said something like that to me about Ferran Torres right before you officially started dating."
That makes you feel a bit sick. "Carlos, I won't let that happen again."
"Don't. And don't be getting interested in anyone until you're over your ex. And we both know you're not. And please don't be getting interested in someone like Lando."
"Why?" You eyebrows scrunch together. "I thought you two were buddies."
Carlos grins teasingly. "If you somehow got yourself with him, there would always be two annoying people in one place."
"You're intolerable!" you snap, laughing.
"You are too, hermana."
It strikes Carlos as strange when the first thing Lando says to him the weekend of Bahrain, before even a hello, is: "Is your sister here?"
"Why do you want to know?"
Lando shrugs. "She's nice."
"No... She'll be coming to Australia, though..." Carlos can't help but feel suspicion fill his chest. He's always been somewhat protective of you, being his little sister and all.
"Perfect," Lando grins, and he's off.
In Australia, like any other race, you're decked out in your red. Ferrari hat, Ferrari jacket, red jeans. Ferrari earrings. Even your black shoes have a stripe of red on the sides.
Carlos always tells you it's dumb. But it's become a part of your whole thing, since you spend a huge amount of your life following Carlos around and going to Grand Prixs.
It's fun sometimes, being Carlos Sainz Jr.'s sister!
But when you see a shock of papaya in your red world called Ferrari's hospitality, you squint, slipping your sunglasses up on your hat, and say, "Who said you could walk in like that uninvited?"
"No one," Lando grins, "but I'm only here to see you."
Your eyebrows raise as you stand up. "Wha-"
"Come with me. I'm going to barf if I have to breathe Ferrari air any longer. Just your terrible get-up is making me nauseous. I guess I'll be free from seeing that stupid outfit next year when Carlos isn't in Ferrari-"
"Oh, shut it, you!" you snap, but follow him with a grin on your face.
"So you broke up with your Barcelona man?" Lando start, cutting straight to the chase.
"Uh-" you swallow. "He broke up with me."
"Yeah? Why's that?"
You're not sure why Lando wants to know, and he certainly doesn't have any reason to know, but still you say, "We had been dating for a while, you know? I wanted something more. You know, to go deeper. Someday, I'd love to even maybe get married. But, Ferran... well, he didn't want to go the step deeper. Said he wanted to focus on his career. He broke it off. We're on fine terms, though."
"Ah..." he nods slowly. "That sounds like a tough breakup."
"Yeah... Yeah, it was."
He continues nodding, and catches your eye before saying, "So I'm assuming you want to... you know, you won't be up for any more relationships any time soon? Lot to work through?"
You suddenly feel your face begin to heat up. "Uh, well- depends on who it is, I suppose," you blurt without thinking.
"Hm?" He raises an eyebrow. A little smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Well, considering the fact that your face is just about as red as that Ferrari hat on your head, I'm wondering what you think of me."
You swallow, feeling even more embarrassed. "Are you suggesting...?"
"If you're up for it, the night after the Grand Prix, you can meet me at my hotel room, and we'll go from there. Text me if you decide 'yes,' for the details."
"I don't have your numb-"
He gives a cute little smile and opens his hand to reveal a folded up piece of paper. "Now you do. See you later, Miss Sainz!"
You stand, dumbfounded, as he jogs off.
"Oh my God, Carlos! Well done! So well done! Oh my God!" you scream in the midst of your strings of excited swear words, in both Spanish and English. "Did you actually just win the Australian Grand Prix?!"
He grins as he kisses your cheek, patting your back and saying, "Yes, I actually just did."
You hug your older brother tight, resting your head on his shoulder. "Love you. You did amazing. After everything you've been through. You're going to be leaving Ferrari next season and with your surgery and everything and-"
He smiles a bit. "Want to let me go now? Can't squeeze me too tight, remember?"
"So you can drive a race car and win the race, but you're too fragile for me to hug you!" you laugh, but release him from the hug.
He laughs out loud. "Yes, pretty much."
Hours later, you stand in the lit, mostly empty hallway, knocking on the white-painted door. You've change out of your Ferrari red head-to-toe fit, and are now wearing a black t-shirt with the F1 logo in red on the left side, black sweatpants, and your hair held back by a headband.
Lando probably isn't here, you think as you wait. I look so stupid. He doesn't care as much as he acts like he does. He's probably out partying or something. He got a podium. Carlos won. There's no way he's just sitting around in his hotel room-
You look up in surprise as the door clicks and swings open to reveal Lando Norris standing before you.
You beam and say a bit too loud, "Lando!"
He laughs. "Hey..." He's dressed in a white button down, dark blue jeans, and his regular assortment of jewelry. "Want to come in for a bit?"
You nod. "Were you... just out?" you ask slowly.
He chuckles again, plopping down on the sofa. "If I were just out, I wouldn't be looking this neat."
"Oh... Oh?"
"Come on. Sit down next to me," he encourages with a wave of his hand. "Something funny- I've had my eyes on you for a while now."
You look up in somewhat shock. "That's why you're so confident about this?"
"That, and that I'm just the peak of all confidence," he jokes, clearly mocking cockiness.
You roll your eyes.
"But really. I've been flirting with you for a while."
This time your eyes widen. "No way."
"Just little. I knew you were dating that Torres-"
"How?"
He smiles. "Doesn't take much to find out. Anyway, I think you just blocked it out because you were dating someone else. Shows you're a loyal girl."
"Hm..." you nod slowly. "I... I suppose...?"
Suddenly, he takes your hand in his. "So, you like me?"
"I think I have for a while. Like you said- I blocked it out because I was dating someone else." You didn't even know that until now, hearing the words coming from your mouth.
He smirks. "Even better. So..."
"Yeah?" you ask, a little glimmer in your eyes.
"I'd like to know what the hell you're wearing."
Suddenly, your face falls. "Uh- I'm sorry- I- I thought we- Um-"
Lando laughs. "Y/n! I'm teasing!"
"O- Oh!" you laugh nervously.
"I was just thinking... Maybe you'd want to go out and celebrate with me?"
"Oh-" you nod. "Right."
"So, do you want to get changed? I'll text you where we'll meet in a half hour?"
You grin, standing up. "Sounds good."
"See you then."
"Holy fuck, man," are Lando's first words when he sees you. You're wearing sunglasses, a form-fitting sequin shirt, and flattering white jeans.
"What?" you ask anxiously. "Is it too much?"
"Too much? Y/n, you're gorgeous."
You sigh in relief. "Alright good... And- one thing."
"Hm?" Lando asks, an eyebrow raised.
"I don't know if we... could we say we're... that you're my..."
"Partner? Boyfriend?"
You swallow. "Sure. I think... I think I'm good with that. At least for tonight."
He nods.
"But let's not make it clear here. I don't want the way for everyone to find out about this being, you know, by nightclub pictures on the internet."
He smirks a bit, nodding. "Fair enough, then. Let's go."
"Rise and shine! Let's hit the grind, Y/n!" an unfamiliar voice wakes you up.
You roll over to see Lando's handsome face looking down at you. You're in his hotel room, in the one bed. He's all dressed and ready to go, and towering over you, looking like a giddy dog.
You sit up, rubbing your eyes. "I've got a killer headache. What happened last night." You feel disgusting, and wrinkle your nose as you get a whiff of the alcohol scent radiating off of you.
He grins. "I learned that you have no tolerance whatsoever."
You frown. "Unlike you, Norris, I'm not getting drunk all the time! Now, tell me what really happened!"
"Nothing much. Just a lot of fun," he sits down next to you, "and it's a shame that you can't remember any of it." He chuckles a bit, saying, "You got fucking wild. You were more fun though before you got absolutely drunk out of your wits."
"You didn't do anyth-"
"No, no!" he rolls his eyes. "Besides, Carlos was there. I wouldn't dare. You at least remember Carlos, right, being there?"
You roll your eyes. "Yes, of course I do."
"But you really did completely black out? You don't remember anything?"
You swallow nervously. "No... I don't really remember anything... I mean, I guess..." You close your eyes, thinking hard. "Just dancing... music was super loud, but... that's not anything specific. I don't feel well at all now, though..." You start to feel a bit dizzy at the energy you're putting into trying to remember.
You open your eyes and look at Lando.
He smiles. "Well, it was fun, nothing more. Want me to bring you back to your hotel now?"
"Yeah, I guess..." you nod, cradling your head in your hands. "That'd be great..." You see the wine stain on your jeans. You can feel an ache in your ankle. You just need to clean yourself up.
Lando helps you limp to the car, assuring you that you just tripped. Saying your ankle is fine; it'll feel better in a few days' time.
You're not so sure.
As Lando drives, he knows he should tell you the details, like Carlos said.
But it still feels like you'd be better off not knowing at all.
Nine hours before
Though every single one of Lando's molecules in his body told him not to, he had to keep pushing you off. He sat talking away with some other dudes, and you sat his side, drunkenly trying to wrap your arms around him.
You blubbered softly about all kinds of stuff, a strange mixture of being utterly devastated and overly romantic.
Lando knew. You didn't get drunk this often.
A part of him felt bad. A huge part of him. He didn't think he had pressured you into anything. Certainly not intentionally. And you were the one who kept drinking more. But maybe he did...
Maybe it was his fault you were the mess you were now.
"Lando..." you murmured, your hand gripping his bicep. You leaned closer. "You're so sexy in that shirt." You reached over to unbutton another button of his shirt.
He gently pushed you away for the millionth time. "Remember, Y/n? You don't want anyone to know you're into me this much," he whispered lowly to you, running a hand through his hair. "Remember that, baby."
You pouted. "Ferran broke up with me and made me sad. Can't you make me happy now."
"Not now. I won't be doing anything when you're this drunk."
"I'm not that drunk..."
Lando snorted. "Whatever you say, lovely."
All was going as fine as it could be going. But then Carlos showed up. "Hey, Y/n-" he had started.
But you had interrupted him by slapping your hand on Lando's shoulder, leaning into it, and giggling giddily, "Look at this pretty boy."
Immediately, Carlos's eyes flashed with shock. And then vague panic. And then anger.
"Lando, how drunk did you get her?!" he snapped, raising his voice even more than he already was. The flashing lights on the Spanish man's face helped Lando's anxiety no more.
"I didn't get her drunk at all! I tried to stop h-"
"Yeah, fucking right. Come with me Lando-"
"No!" you had snapped, standing up to grab Lando's sleeve before your older brother could drag him away.
You were clearly biting back tears. "Lan didn't do anything..." You stumbled drunkenly into the British man, who steadied you gently, before helping you sit down again.
Carlos's face remained hard and steadied on Lando, but he spoke no words, as if he was battling in his head what to do.
Lando sighed. "Listen, Carlos. She won't remember any of this tomorrow morning. Let's just not bring this up again, yeah? It was a mistake. Stuff happens. She got wild and had one too many. We've all had those nights."
But Lando genuinely didn't think Carlos had had one of those nights before.
Lando certainly had, though.
"She deserves to know."
"Maybe she shouldn't, though. She's gone through a lot with her ex breaking up with her and everything. And I'm sure your career up in the air isn't helping her cause much, either. She loves you more than the world. And think about how worrying it was for her to see you go into surgery like that, and race right afterwards? The good emotions just hit her, man. But it's probably a lot. She's just going through a lot. She doesn't need the guilt of getting too drunk and acting a little stupid, yeah?" Lando ranted, intently studying the older Spaniard's eyes.
Carlos's eyes slowly softened. "Alright... I won't tell her what's happening once she's sober. Only if I can make a deal with you."
Lando bit his lip, running a hand through his messed up hair. "What is it?"
"I won't say a word to her, as long as you promise to stay away from my sister. I know you're interested in her."
Lando's eyebrows creased together. "What does that men? Why?"
"Quit trying to get with my sister, and then it's a done deal."
Lando let out a shaky breath, slowly nodding. "Alright, then. Whatever. It's a done deal."
Of course Lando didn't intend on following through with his end of the deal.
But when Lando turned around to check on you on the couch, he froze when he saw you were gone. "Where'd Y/n go?" he immediately asked the other guys and girls sitting around.
"The hot Spanish girl?" one guy asked in a painfully slow Australian accent.
"Yes, her!" Lando demanded, his buzzed brain filling with irrational panic and overwhelming confusion.
He lazily gestured and responded, "Went to go dance, I reckon."
And before Carlos or anyone else could react any faster, Lando tore into the crowd, shoving people aside and squeezing through gaps that weren't there, in search of you.
She's drunk out of her mind! What the hell was she thinking!
That's right. She wasn't thinking.
And then, he spotted you, just for a moment. Moving your hips, stumbling about, thinking you were just about the sexiest thing in the room.
"Move out of my fucking way," was Lando's polite way of shoving two guys out of the way.
He could see the sweat glistening on your face. He could see the dumb smile on your face, your high giggles. He could see fresh wine spilled on your white jeans. He could see hands on you; he took no energy to see who they connected to as rage filled his entire being.
And he watched, almost in slow motion, as your ankle rolled on your black stiletto, and you stumbled to the floor with a brain rattling, painful cry.
Immediately, Lando shoved his way to your side, slipping his hands under your body. "My God, Y/n!" he nearly screamed over the music. "You idiot! You beautiful, fucking stupid, idiot! Tell me why I fell in love with you! You're going to be the death of me!"
"Hi Lando," you murmured through tears. "My ankle..."
"Yeah, yeah, I see. Let's get you out of here, yeah?"
You swallowed, nodding as Lando tucked your hair behind your ear. He lifted you to your feet and let you lean on him as he helped you limp out of the club.
"I'm sorry, Lando..." you had muttered hoarsely.
"Hey, don't worry," Lando had responded. "Never apologize for having nothing but a good time."
But he, Lando Norris, disagreed with the words coming out of his mouth. That was his motto, his excuse, all the time. But as soon as soon as he saw you, someone he genuinely really loved, really cared about, living like that?
It made him sick to his stomach.
Speaking of that, as soon as you were outside, you stumbled away from Lando. He steadied you with one hand and held your hair back with the other as you doubled over and vomited, your previously red face impossibly pale.
"Are you done?"
"Yeah..." you gasped after about a minute.
"Alright. Okay. Let's get to my hotel room now."
Lando could barely understand your slurred words as you responded, "As long as we're getting away from here."
Now
You were going to go to the Japanese Grand Prix. But you just wanted to stay home. With a sprained ankle that confines you to crutches and an illness you've picked up, there was no way you were going to fly across the world for a Grand Prix, especially with the potential jet lag.
You lay on your couch and text Lando. You've been thinking, and you let him know that though you really do want to go places with him, you want to go slower.
You still don't know what happened on that night in Melbourne. For some reason, you can't get anything of significance out of Carlos or Lando. But you know more than what they're saying must have happened that night.
You asked Charles, because he was there. He provided a bit more information, but not much. He said he wasn't really hanging around you that night, but that he did see you cuddling with Lando.
When you asked Lando about it, he said you were drunk, it was just you not thinking, and it only happened once. That you stopped after he pushed you off.
And social media shows no one caught it on camera, or anything that night, for that matter.
So at least there's no fans going crazy over anything.
Lando texts you back, saying that he thinks it's best to go slow. Just let yourselves ease into whatever your relationship is going to be.
It's a relief to see he agrees with you on that.
But then he sends another text, asking you to try to keep it a secret. Even from your family, including Carlos.
You ask why, and he responds saying he simply agrees it's good to be private, and he doesn't want Carlos judging.
Though you're not sure about it, since Carlos is not only your favorite (only) brother, but also your best friend, you still tentatively agree to it.
Lando probably has a good reason.
Right?
By the time the Chinese Grand Prix comes around, though your foot is still in a walking boot, you're over your illness, and decide you're going to go for it and make the trip halfway across the world. After all, you've never been to China!
It's true that your walking boot doesn't look the best with your shades, shining silver jewelry, and overalls, but oh well. The most annoying part is literally everyone who even half knows your name (the Sainz part) keeps asking you what the hell happened to your ankle.
And you have literally no response but, "I fell," because you have no more of an idea than them, and there's no way you're about to say, 'Hah I just got drunk with Lando and got so fucking crazy that I twisted my ankle and sprained it! Anyway!'
Yeah, no way.
So "I fell," is the best option you have.
But the most concerning thing to you is that you haven't even seen Lando yet, all weekend. Though you haven't seen each other in a while, you've been calling, texting, and face timing often, your relationship growing a lot.
You chew your lip as you limp towards the McLaren garage. You peek in, scanning for Lando, but only see Oscar.
You limp to him.
"Whoa- What happened to your-"
"I fell," you say, thoroughly exasperated with this. "Anyway, is Lando around?"
"Lando? Uhhh..." he looks around.
Dude, hurry up. I'm not supposed to be here, your thoughts practically scream.
But then he walks in himself, and you grin, waving, "Lando!" you call.
He walks over to you, smiling. "Aw. Look at my little injured girlfr- uh, uhm, mate. My injured mate." He glances nervously at Oscar.
But the Australian just smiles, "Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me."
Lando nods gratefully, before leading you to a more private place. "Hey," he says softly once you're alone, his hands resting on your waist. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm alright... Ankle's getting better, slowly but surely."
"Oh, good," he almost looks relieved. "That's so good to hear. I'm so glad you made the big trip to be here, Y/n."
You smile softly. "I was starting to miss you."
He grins. "I was missing you, too, baby... I think I could make some time for you this weekend, too. We could just get take out, hang out at my hotel room, you know. No more partying, even if I win, right?" he teases gently, gesturing to your foot.
You snort. "Yeah. Yeah, no more partying for now for me."
Later that night, you lay next to Lando in his hotel room. His arms are wrapped around you, his hand rubbing your back. "Look at me," he murmurs sleepily.
You look up to see his soft eyes looking at you, with so much, tenderness, so much...
love.
You feel a flutter in your stomach. "Lando, how did we get here?"
"What do you mean?"
"Two months ago, I would lie awake in bed, dreaming about and missing Ferran. I was so lonely. Now here I am. Two months, and I'm laying here, in your arms."
He grins a bit. "I bet it's because we're meant for each other."
"That's cliché."
"No, it's not. I really mean it. You know, I had a crush on you even back when Carlos was in McLaren, you were around a lot more, in papaya."
"No, you didn't-"
"Yes, I did!" he laughs softly. "I really did. The day I saw you in the paddock. The day Carlos pointed you out as his sister. The day you flipped your hair and looked at me with those warm brown eyes. And then looked away from me, because in my first season in McLaren, I was the farthest thing from attractive."
You giggle at this. "You're kidding."
"No, I'm not! That was the day that I knew- I knew- that someday, I was going to make you mine," he murmurs, his eye half-lidded as his hand gently caresses your cheek.
"Lando!" you squeak, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug. "Don't you dare make me cry for no reason!" You wait a minute, before saying softly, "Well, maybe, just maybe, back then, though you were a pipsqueak, you were kind of cute... And I've always gotten butterflies from your jokes and teasing, even all those years ago, before I was even dating Ferran."
He laughs. "Awww... So you've always had a little bit of a crush on me, too!" You can see by his blushing cheeks and beaming eyes that just this fact is making him feel warm inside.
You roll your eyes, giggling. "I guess, maybe...."
He flicks your nose gently, playfully, holding you even closer. You lay there in more silence, before Lando says softer, even more tenderly, "Hey, Y/n... can I talk to you about something...?"
"Of course, Lando..." Your eyebrows knit together.
You watch as he swallows. Nods. Sighs. "Okay... Something has been bugging me..." He pauses. "I... I feel like I never should have brought you out that night in Australia... you know? Like, beyond the sprained ankle."
Your eyes flash. "What do you mean?"
"Well... You just got so drunk, and... I feel so bad... Like, somehow, it's my fault... I didn't mean for you to get hurt, or to drink that much... I just thought we'd have fun. Like I always do with my friends. And you're my girlfriend; supposed to be my closest friend..."
"Lando," you murmur shakily. "Did you try to get me that drunk? You didn't encourage it, did you?"
He looks nervous. "I genuinely don't think so, but I'm nervous I did... I tried to tell you enough was enough, but maybe I should have looked out for you more... Maybe I should have worked better at keeping you from getting that drunk... But we were having so much fun and I figured you would know your limit... I shouldn't have assumed."
"Lando! Don't blame yourself! It was my fault. I got too drunk, I fell and sprained my ankle. The sentiment of you wanting to look out for me is nice, but when push comes to shove, I'm in charge of myself, just like you're in charge of yourself, and it was my fault. My mistake. M'kay, Lando...?"
He nods slowly, still looking a bit unsure. "Well, Carlos isn't mad at you about it. He's mad at me..."
"Carlos is what?!"
"Ah, fuck. Forget I ever-"
"Lando Norris, explain."
"Whoa, that's sexy," he laughs.
"What?!" you exclaim in exasperation, yet you're still unable to keep your stomach fluttering by Lando's sudden spoken intrusive thought.
He grins, his eyebrows raised. "I don't know. Full name, in such a firm voice? Like, yes, mommy, order me around. I'll do whatever you want me to," he says in a low, goofy, teasing voice.
You can't stop your face from heating up. "Oh, shut it, you!" you snap, your voice cracking awkwardly as you flick him in the nose this time. And you flick his stupid nose harder than he flicked yours earlier.
He giggles evilly, rolling over. "Look at yourself! You liked that! You're a blushing mess!"
"No, I didn't. What a stupid way to flirt."
"Oh, well, I can show you even more stupid ways to flirt. Because, apparently, it doesn't quicken your heart rate at all."
You groan. "You are so annoying."
He leans over, giving you a peck on your lips. "I know. And you know you love me for it."
You forget to ask him again about Carlos.
"Baby, c'mere," Lando says, nodding for you to join him in his driver's room.
"Dude, watch what you call me when there's listening ears around."
Lando shrugs. "It's only Oscar in the other room."
"So? What makes you trust Oscar so much, anyway?"
He shrugs. "I don't know. He's a good guy. And he's not gossipy, like me."
You laugh. "You are, are you?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm a fucking gossip girl."
You laugh out loud at this as Lando shuts the door of his driver's room behind you.
Lando grins. "Anyways, Oscar is trustworthy because he's not the type of guy to have any desire not to keep a secret."
You frown, crossing your arms. "Alright. Whatever. Anyways, why'd you bring me in here?"
Lando shrugs, sitting down on the one chair in the room. "Sit down, babe."
You blink. "Where? On the fricking floor?"
"Uh, no," Lando rolls his eyes jokingly, as if this is the most obvious thing. "On my fricking lap, Y/n. Come on now. Duh."
You can't help but find yourself blush at that as you slip onto his lap. He wraps his hands around your waist, giving you a kiss on the cheek. You smile, leaning into him as you ask softly, "So why'd you bring me in here? Just for kicks?"
He grins. "I need my Y/n fix before the race. You know, it'll make me drive better."
"Oh? Is that how it works?" Suddenly, though, before Lando can respond, your phone buzzes in your pocket. You slip it out and sigh. "It's Carlos, asking me where I am. I feel like I'm under surveillance."
Lando blows a raspberry before saying, "Just ignore it, bae. You're a twenty-four year old woman; Carlos needs to get over it."
"Get over what?" you ask, an eyebrow raised.
"You not being his baby sister anymore. You're my baby now," he murmurs into your shoulder, pulling you closer to himself.
You laugh. "I still can't decide whether you're the worst flirt I've ever met or the smoothest. But right now, I'm thinking the worst."
"Oh, well!" he says, looking up at you with innocent eyes, batting his lashes. "Doesn't matter to me, because either way, you like it! Anyway, back to before Carlitos had to interrupt-"
You giggle as he begins kissing your face and say, "Carlitos? I'm not even allowed to call him that without him going psycho man on me-"
"Mmm... Can you talk less? It's cuter when you do that giggle thing," Lando murmurs between kisses.
This causes you to laugh out loud. "Sometimes, Lando, I think you're so weird." You realize, in a strange way, though, Lando is right. Because of the giddy feeling of literally having your boyfriend shower you with kisses and love, you're just kind of trying to find anything to talk about.
But maybe you should just take one moment to shut up.
You lean into the kisses, exhaling slowly. Contently, despite your pounding heart and sweating neck.
Finally, you feel as though your face is absolutely, completely covered in Lando's kisses. You sigh, contented, as Lando kisses the tip of your nose, and then pecks your lips.
You giggle, opening your eyes to gaze into his.
But his eyes flutter shut as he leans in, his hand slipping to the nape of your neck. And his lips meet yours again, this time in a real kiss. You shut your eyes, enjoying those lips on your own, sending tingles throughout your whole body, causing your breath to grow heavier and heavier. Desire pulses in every beat of your heart, causing the passion in the kiss to build and build. Your right hand falls into his chest as the other knits itself in his curly locks. You feel Lando's hand on your hip as his fingers snake under to grip your ass gently. You can feel his hot breath on you, in you, apart of you, as his other hand gently stroking your neck, giving you little twitches of longing for more. Your tongues find an art of lingering exploration, Lando's hunger seeming to never be satisfied as his tongue and lips tease your nerves, the emotional and physical connections between you seeming stronger than ever. His hand slides down your neck to your back, pulling you closer to him, so your chests are pressed into one another.
Suddenly, though, there's a pounding on the door of Lando's driver's room. Your eye cracks open. Lando's squeeze tighter shut, his eyebrows creasing together, as if he wishes so much that this never has to end.
Lando grunts, finally pulling away. Oscar's voice on the other side of the door saying Lando's name seems to be in another, insignificant world. You're both gasping as you study each other's eyes in a certain awe.
A soft, mischievous smirk appears on Lando's lips. Those lips that now you can't stop staring at. "Was your first kiss with Torres that hot?"
You let out a breathy laugh. "Definitely not."
There's a pause, of just softly smiling, gazing into each other's eyes, before Lando breathes, his eyes half-lidded, "My fucking God," He gently, slowly strokes your warm, pink cheek. "Did I ever tell you how head over heels I am for you?"
Before you can respond, Oscar's voice says again from outside, "Lando, if you don't respond, soon, I'm coming in."
Lando groans again, leaning his head back, "You can't! The door's locked!" He then adds under his breath, "Fucking Osc, interrupting as soon as I was going to take it to the next step."
At this, you blush even deeper. "You were-"
Lando waves his hand dismissively. "I would have checked with you first."
You nod, breathing deeply.
"Alright, baby," he sighs, running a hand through his hair, ruffling it up a bit. "Let's go see what the hell Oscar wants."
When the door swings open, Oscar can't help but chuckle how how much, in that moment, you two look like some snarky super villian duo, about to give him some cheesy monologue. You both stand, arms crossed, practically back to back. Lando wears a scornful grin and you display a glare as hard as stone. Even your clothes- Lando's racing clothes and your head-to-toe Ferrari red, finish off the silly look.
"What's so funny?" you demand upon seeing the Australian's laughter.
"Nothing, nothing. But I hope you guys know: These walls are not soundproof."
"What are you suggesting?" Lando snaps. "You couldn't have possibly heard anything, you idiot!"
"Whoa, whoa! I didn't! I'm just saying!" Oscar says, going on the defensive, putting both hands up. "Me and my girlfriend don't lock ourselves in my driver's room before the race, losing track of time and forcing you to go get us!"
"You and your girlfriend are probably going to buy a house with a white picket fence and have 2.5 children and a golden lab! Oscar and Lily is bad enough, but I'm surprised it's not John and Emily!"
"Whoa," Lando says, laughing as you walk out of the driver's room together and he shuts the door. "Shots fired. Calm down, Y/n; jeez."
But Oscar's laughing, too, so you know there's no need to apologize.
"Lan... You know I wasn't kidding earlier when I said I won't go out, right?" you say nervously as you walk into his hotel room, rolling your suitcase from your own hotel room.
"Yeah, I know you weren't. I wasn't kidding, either."
"So... What?" you ask, sitting down on the edge of his bed, crossing your arms. "You're planning on going alone? Then why did you bring me to your hotel room-"
"Y/n," he suddenly says, leaning down to gently grab your chin and look you directly in your eyes. "I'm not going anywhere tonight. I'm staying right here."
Your jaw actually drops. "I'm sorry, but who are you and what have you done with Lando Norris? Because that man would never miss an opportunity to party."
This makes Lando let go of you and break into a fit of laughter. "Y/n!" he breathes. "What the hell are you talking about? Before that, I would never miss an opportunity to spend time with you."
You stare. "Okay, actually. I'm being serious now. What did you do with Lando?"
You watch as your boyfriend chuckles, sitting down next to you. "Baby. I'm not going to go out clubbing while you sit in a hotel room alone. And there's no way I'm taking you out again; my guilty conscience can't take that, and neither can your sprained ankle. So why not celebrate P2 here, just you and I, hm?" he says in a low tone.
Immediately, at this suggestion, you blush. "Oh, uh, Lando... I, uh... I don't know if I'm ready for something... you know... for that... right now... Not yet... You know, it's too early for me in our relationsh-"
Lando suddenly breaks into laughter again. Oh, that sweet, silly sound. "Y/n! My God, what a dirty mind you have! I wasn't thinking that at all-!"
"You, Lando Norris, are saying I have a dirty mind?! I bet you really are his doppelganger!"
He crosses his arms. "Only reason why I wouldn't suggest that is because I know you're not ready. Which is more than one hundred percent fine with me. I wasn't even thinking about that, anyway."
"What were you thinking, then?"
He smiles with his eyes. "Well, let's both get ready for bed," he begins pulling his shirt off over his head as you absolutely bear your eyes into him, "And once we're both ready, I'll meet you back... here...?" His confused face slowly turns to one of teasing nature when he sees your eyes trained intently on his bare chest. His perfectly toned abs. His perfectly shaped pecs. His strong, straight, tan back. The little brown beauty marks sprinkled all over his torso. You would love to kiss every single one of them. "Why don't you take a picture?" he smirks stupidly. "That way, it'll last longer."
"Oh, shut up," you murmur, licking your lips as you tear your eyes away from his bare middle. "You can shower first," you murmur.
Once you're both all clean and ready, you snuggle up under the blankets, only to find your arm brushing against Lando's bare skin.
You feel your heart flutter as you murmur, "Are you not wearing a shirt just to bother me?"
"What, no," Lando says, overly innocently. "I never wear a shirt to bed. Just like I'm sure you never wear a bra...?"
If you were embarrassed before, now it's ten times worse. You specifically decided to wear a bra, to avoid... that. And now here Lando is, bringing it up like it's the weather.
"Uh..." you begin.
"Anyway!" Lando says, apparently seeing the vaguely panicked look in your eyes. "Wanna just watch a show or something?"
"Yeah," you nod. "That sounds good."
Lando turns some stupid show on his laptop, and as you snuggle and it gets later, you become more relaxed. You lean your head on Lando's shoulder as he plays with strands of your smooth, wet, dark hair. Your hands begin softly feeling his chest, just drawing circles and feeling the shapes of his abs.
Everyday, you seem to get to know Lando more and more- inside and out.
He sighs, contented, and murmurs sleepily, "That feels nice."
You smile, nuzzling into him.
"I saw Barcelona and Madrid played today," he comments as your fingers continue stroking the abs under Lando's soft skin.
"Yeah... El Clásico..."
"You don't sound as excited as I thought you would. I thought you were big on Madrid."
"Yeah, I am... Just having been keeping up with La Liga lately, I guess."
"Hm... Well, would you like it if I could find some way to watch the game...?"
You smile softly. "Hm. Yeah, maybe that wouldn't be so bad..."
Lando nods, and soon, you're cuddled up with your boyfriend, watching your favorite team play against FC Barcelona/your ex's team.
It feels weird, but you like it.
You decide your bra isn't very comfy and slip it off under your shirt before tossing it across the room.
"You're finally over being embarrassed with me?" Lando teases.
You smile softly, shutting your eyes. "At least for now. Too sleepy to care."
He smiles back. "You're cute when you're sleepy. Cuter."
Soon, though, Lando is gently shaking you, murmuring, "Look. Your ex was subbed on."
"Hmmm? What about Fer?" you murmur with a yawn. You must have dozed off for a bit.
"Fer?" Lando asks, his nose scrunching up. "Yeah, Ferran Torres."
Your eyes flutter open to see your ex-boyfriend running onto the pitch. You feel a sudden, unexpected pang in your chest. When you and Ferran were still together, you watched him do that so many time, with a sense of pride and excitement.
But now, you don't feel much at all. It's no different from anyone else going out there to play.
But, like a train, memories of the past begin to hit you.
Going for walks with him. Cheering him on at finals. Hanging out with his teammates. Working out with him. Bringing him to the Barcelona Grand Prix. Exchanging gifts on birthdays and holidays.
Just all the little things you used to do.
Like snuggling with each other on late nights after Barcelona won.
Not unlike what you and Lando are doing right now.
Suddenly Lando's arm around you tightens, and he says, "You okay?"
"I- yeah..."
Lando leans forward to see you face. You try to turn it away. Lando doesn't let you.
You stare into each other's eyes.
"You're crying," he states softly.
"I guess..." you trail off, averting your eyes.
There's a few beats of silence before Lando states again, "You still miss him."
"I guess..." you repeat. "But... I'm happy to be with you... it just all happened so quick... It's a lot for me... I'm mostly over it- over him- by now, but sometimes things just... make me start to think. Reminsce of what's not anymore."
Lando slowly nods, and begins rubbing your shoulder. "I- Alright..."
"But don't worry. I'm way more happy to be with you right now than sad to not be with Ferran any longer."
"You're sure?" the Brit asks tentatively.
You nod, leaning into him once more. "I'm sure. One hundred and one percent."
"Hey, Lando," you grin giddily before the Miami Grand Prix. "Just drive your best out there, okay? Good luck, baby." You give him a high-five. You can sense he wants to give you a hug, but painfully knows he can't because of the ever-watching cameras and eyes all around you.
But he leans in close, until you can practically feel his breath on your face, and says softly, in just about the most heart-wrenching-in-a-good-way low voice, "Oh, baby... I'm going to go out there and win that race. For you."
"Oh, stop being such a romantic. You're going to make me cry."
He leans in, about to kiss your cheek, but you gently push him off, saying, "You better get going, Lan! Race is going to start soon!"
"Right! Bye bye, bab-"
"BYE!" you scream to overpower his stupid 'baby girl.'
And before you can even blink twice, it seems-
It's lights out....
And away we go!
"LANDO! FUCKIN'! NORRIS!" you scream as soon as you see him, running to him as fast as you can. Your eyes threaten to fill over their brims with tears as you leap into Lando's arms, immediately forgetting about hiding your relationship.
Right now, that just seems too silly to care about. It doesn't matter enough.
Your boyfriend is a race winner.
The racer winner!
He leans back with the most joyful, most romantic, most adrenaline filled, most glorious look in his eyes as they search yours. His hand slowly strokes your cheeks as he purrs, "I told you I would win it for you, didn't I?"
"Lando-" you begin in excitement, but are interrupted by Lando's lips on yours, aggressively, passionately leaning into yours, flooding all his emotions into you, sharing his dream coming true with you.
For some reason, you begin to cry. Flows of tears, flooding down your cheeks as you kiss each other, and your heart pounds at a million kilometres an hour. His hands grip your waist tight, and the moment-
It all seems so perfect.
Right now, you don't care about the fact it was supposed to be secret. You don't care about what Carlos will think or say or do, or what fans on social media will post. None of it matters.
In this moment, the only two people that matter are you and Lando, in a symphony of amorousness, standing on the top of the world.
In this moment, you and Lando, both in sync, know this is the right time. Though it's been merely three months of being in a real, serious relationship, it feels like several lifetimes.
You don't care about the shock of other people, or the cameras flashing and clicking and filming.
All the sudden, you're proud of it.
You want everyone to know, no matter how they'll react, that you're Lando's, and Lando is yours.
When you finally break away from each other, Lando's smile remains as he gazes into your eyes.
"Are you crying too?" you giggle softly as you spot a glint in his eyes.
"What? Me, crying? No, I'm not crying! Of course I'm not crying!" he says teasingly, hastily wiping at his eye with his thumb. "You're the one crying! But anyway-" He slips the papaya McLaren cap off his head and plops it on yours, saying, "Won't be needing this for the top step. Besides," he smirks, leaning in closer. "Enough with all this Ferrari stuff. I think it's finally time for you to admit: Papaya looks best on you. Papaya's your color."
As you watch him jog off after that, stunned, you feel pleased.
Finally, for once, content.
That's right. My color isn't white, or blaugrana. It's not Ferrari's red, either.
I'm a papaya girl.
His papaya girl.
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What about... Pining and yearning driver (doesn't matter who he is tbh) but in reality he's just stupidly in love and doesn't realize reader is also in love with them 😭 happy ending of course <3
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“You’re glaring.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Mate, she’s his assistant. Stop planning his murder,” Lando grumbled, though the amusement was clear on his face. He was enjoying each and every second of this.
It wasn’t uncommon for Max to find him in the McLaren motorhome on a Thursday afternoon, especially if they knew they would be in a conference together. The Dutchman would most likely just spend time catching up with his friend, laughing and joking about before they would be guided to the interview by their PR teams.
However, more recently than not, Lando was starting to notice that Max was showing up to the McLaren motorhome for a different reason. A reason that had everything to do with the fact the motorhome beside the papaya orange team was none other than the Ferrari one. And Max had his eye on a certain member of the Ferrari team.
You.
You, who was Charles’ assistant. You, who was currently standing outside the Ferrari motorhome with your boss and his teammate. You, who currently had your hands on Charles’ chest as you tried to smooth out his team polo as best as you could.
Not that Max cared. Not at all. He had no reason to care and he certainly didn’t. Or at least, that was what he was telling himself.
“You know,” Lando continued when the Dutchman had fallen silent. “Charles was telling me he thinks she has a crush on a driver.”
Max’s head whipped around. “What?”
“Yeah,” Lando shrugged casually. “Apparently she admitted it when she was drunk.”
“Who is it?” Max asked almost immediately.
Lando grinned. “Why do you care?”
“I don’t.” he retorted defensively.
“Right,” the Brit laughed before patting him on the back. “God, you are so easy to wind up.”
“Lando,” Max grumbled. “Name.”
“Huh? Oh, it must have slipped my mind,” Lando sighed before shifting the conversation onto something else.
But it didn’t leave his mind. It couldn’t leave his mind. Instead, Max spent the whole press conference wondering who the driver was. He racked his brain on who he saw you interacting with, who he had seen you hanging around more often than the others.
The obvious answers were either one of the Ferrari drivers. But you had always insisted you viewed Charles as a brother, yet that didn’t cross Carlos off the potential list. He wondered if it was either of the McLaren drivers, or maybe even Daniel, his own teammate. He wondered maybe if it was one of the drivers he wasn’t as close to on the grid, that maybe you hung out with them for more than he realised.
His answers during the conference were short, blunt and distracted and everyone noticed.
You had been standing off to the side, phone in hand as you answered a few emails here and there whilst Charles dealt with his media duties. However, your attention was quickly pulled away from your work when you heard the Dutchman speak. And then, you were distracted by your own concern for him when you realised how off he was acting.
You had waited until the end of the conference before you approached him, a sheepish smile on your face when you realised he was far too lost in thought to even realise you were beside him. You placed your hand on his arm, causing the boy to jump slightly and you quickly pulled your hand back.
“I’m sorry,” you apologised with a smile. “Are you okay?”
Max blinked. “What?”
“Are you okay?” you repeated as you wrapped your arms around yourself. “You seem really off today.”
“Uh, yeah,” he muttered, a crease forming between his brows. “Just have a lot on my mind.”
“Anything I can help with?”
Deep down, Max knew you were probably only asking to be polite. He knew you probably expected him to just shake his head and say no so you could run off to help Charles like you should have been doing, rather than standing there talking to him. But the question was plaguing his mind, and who better to give him an answer than you?
“Do you like one of the drivers?” he blurted out.
You blinked, slightly surprised. “What?”
“Do you like one of the drivers?” he asked again, his eyes never leaving yours. “Lando says you did.”
“He did?” you questioned, your voice a little high-pitched and you hoped the Dutchman couldn’t tell your face was burning up. “I wonder where he got that from—-”
“Charles told him,” Max told you.
And you cursed your boss for opening his mouth.
“I…might,” you muttered shyly.
“Who is it?”
“Max—”
“I won’t tell him,” he continued, pretending like the idea of you saying one of his friend’s names wouldn’t make his stomach churn uncomfortably. “I could even help you if you want—”
“No, Max, it’s you,” you interrupted, your nails digging into your palm as you blurted out the words. “You’re the driver.”
Max nodded once but stayed silent.
You instantly wanted the world to open up and swallow you whole. You cleared your throat, taking a step back as you tried to pretend the embarrassment of his blatant rejection wasn’t making you want to curl into a hole and never come out.
“I’m sorry, I should just—” you started but Max quickly intervened.
“Do you want to get dinner with me?”
You blinked at him. “Dinner?”
“Yes, with me,” Max continued. “Tonight. Or tomorrow night. Whenever it works for you.”
“I—” you paused, letting out a breath as you smiled at him. “I would like that.”
Max didn’t bother hiding the small smile on his face. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” you said and nodded. “I’ll message you when I’m free.”
“I’ll be waiting,” he said, watching as you headed back towards the Ferrari garage, a weight having been lifted off his chest as he watched you go. He couldn’t even deny the butterflies in his stomach as he thought about your message.
Max was so lost in his own thoughts that he didn’t even see Lando approaching his side, grinning wide like a madman.
“I knew you liked her!”
“Shut up.”
“Max and—”
“Fuck off, Norris.”
“Sitting in a tree–”
“You know what, you can get your own plane home.”
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could we get more lando and gzd moments? like them playing more into their marriage rumor and reeking havoc during races like pushing into each other on the track or chasing each other around the paddock, they’d be such a chaos duo😭 i love grids delight💗
SNITCHES GET STITCHES
pairings: f1 grid x driver!reader
warnings: a collection of gen-z driver moments during the 2023 austria grand prix :)
author's note: i am so confused about this as well, but just enjoy our lovely gzd being chaotic and just as confused as us! thank you for loving the series, darling!! i appreciate it a lot!!!
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''Okay Y/N, so we have a 5 second penalty for the lap track limits. Keep it clean from now on.'' Marco's voice came through the radio, notifying the driver.
She loudly sighed, momentarily lifting her hand from the steering wheel to show her frustration. ''What? Who snitched? Lando? Was it Lando? Oh, I bet it was Lando.'' Y/N rambled, glancing at the McLaren driver in her mirrors.
''Just focus on driving. They're giving a lot of drivers penalties at the moment so don't worry about it too much.'' He brushed it off, not wanting her to get distracted by which driver reported on her breaking the rules.
Y/N listened to his words and calmed down. ''Understood, Polo.'' She answered, trusting his judgement.
''Y/N, Sainz told over the radio that you're intimidating him.'' Marco informed her as she pressured Carlos, fighting for the third spot on the podium.
The driver frowned. ''Well… is the intimidation on the track with us right now?'' She chuckled.
''Push harder, we have better pace than them.'' Her engineer had laughed himself when the message came in, finding humour in the Ferrari driver's comment to his own team.
Y/N listened to Marco's instruction and intimidated the car in front of her even more, eventually passing him a few corners later. ''Marco, I passed him so he doesn't feel threatened anymore- aren't I such a good friend?'' She laughed, giving herself a pat on the wrist.
The commentators and analysts tried hard not to cackle as her radio message was replayed on the broadcast, still wanting to remain their professional attitude.
''Y/L overtakes Sainz from the inside with a nice message for the Spaniard attached to it- beautiful stuff we are seeing here at the Red Bull Ring.'' Crofty's voice sounded over the replay of said overtake.
''Charlie, you're in my chair again.'' Y/N walked into the cooldown room, immediately noticing the Monégasque occupying her seat. The situation had also happened in Baku when the three of them made it onto the podium.
The Ferrari driver glanced behind him, seeing her car number and team logo above his chair. ''Oh, sorry…''
He made an advance to switch seats, but she stopped him. ''It's okay- I'm P2 now.'' She teased, sitting down on his original chair.
''It's been a while since we were on the podium together.'' Max stated, standing up from his seat and grabbing one of the towels that were laid there for them.
Both Charles and Y/N nodded at him. ''Well, it's been a while since Charles was on the podium with us.'' The youngest corrected the Dutchman, chuckling at the Monégasque's unimpressed face.
''I'm back.'' He simply smiled.
While the second and third place drivers were joking around with each other, the RBR driver watched the replay of the race. ''A lot of penalties.'' He noted.
''I got one.'' Y/N admitted, raising her eyebrow in light annoyance.
The two men's heads shot up at that. ''Really? Track limits or what?'' Charles asked.
The young woman nodded. ''Yeah, Mr. Norris ratted me out.'' There was a sarcastic tone to her voice, indicating she was joking and wasn't actually upset with her British friend.
''Lando? That's funny.'' Charles had always been a fan of Y/N and Lando's friendship, their banter having made many great moments on the paddock and online.
Max pointed at her. ''You should get revenge.'' He grinned, knowing she most likely already had something in mind.
He realised he was right once he saw the mischievous smirk on her face. ''You know I will.'' She folded her hands together as if she was a villain in a superhero movie planning a grand scheme.
''I'm scared for him.'' Charles said, relieved he wasn't a victim of her humorous retaliation.
''You should be, Charlie.''
''YOU TOLD EVERYONE I PEED MYSELF SO HARD DURING THE RACE THAT THERE WAS A HOLE IN MY SUIT?!'' Lando stormed into her motorhome, his eyes widened in disbelief.
Y/N had a devilish smirk on her face as the McLaren driver walked in, having expected him to waltz in. ''Snitches get stitches.''
''Oh, come on! You would have done the same thing!'' He defended his actions.
''You,'' she pointed at him, ''think I,'' she pointed at herself, ''would have reported on you every time you went over the track limits? I would never, Lando.'' The way in which she was speaking sounded like that is exactly what she would do.
''And by the way, no one would believe a thing like peeing so hard that there are holes in your clothes- people aren't that gullible.'' She said, brushing the entire thing off.
Lando rolled his eyes. ''People are believing it! 'Lando peeing' is trending on Twitter already.''
Y/N snorted at his words, immediately covering her face as she loudly laughed in his face. ''L-Lan… pee- peeing…'' She couldn't get any words out, finding the situation too funny.
''Stop laughing, it's not funny!'' Despite his words, Lando had started grinning himself- the sight of his best friend completely losing it being too much for her 'I have to remain serious'-facade.
''I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think people would take it seriously.'' Y/N was still cackling while delivering her ''apology''.
The Brit sighed. ''This is gonna haunt me for a while, isn't it?''
''I'm afraid so, Rumple.''
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hii shawty i have another smau thought/request! max x country girl (like claire monroe/monroe derillo) and people find out about their relationship and social media hates her since shes SO country and so much younger than him
better kept secret. (MV)
hii! i can definitely do that, i love this idea as well :)
pairing: max verstappen x country reader
fc: claire monroe
warnings: some social media hate from maxs fans. not rly a warnings, but age gap! (7 years)
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y/n.user: what’s more fun than sonic at 2am?
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user61: sonic > anything else fr
f1.updates: did max like this?…….
|> wagsf1: no- no way….
formula1fans: i will not stand for this, no way max knows her
|> user4: who even cares LOL
yourbsf: you are so beautiful, HELLO????
|> y/n.user: awe, thank you hun🥹
f1.edits: i am not editing her….. ummm
|> formula1fans: who asked you to? LMAO
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maxverstappen1: great night in monza. excited for this little break for two weeks
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f1fan: who’s the girl….
|> wagupdates: it might be @y/n.user. she liked this and he liked her most recent picture. idk, i could be wrong but it also looks like her in this pic
|> f1fan: bro she’s like 16
|> formula1fans: she’s 18. but it’s legal sooo
|> f1fan: it’s weird, babe
|> formula1fans: idk
charles_leclerc: congrats about monza!!
|> maxverstappen1: thank you!
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y/n.user: 🍹(it’s a virgin drink lolz)
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f1.wags: don’t tell me that’s max, pls no
|> formula1fans: it rly looks like him….
maxverstappen.fp: theres no way this is the girl he’s dating. this country girl?
mv.redbull: shes way too young for him…
|> formula1fans: pierre and his gf, kika, have a bigger age gap than this… who cares?
yourbsf: my prettiest cowgirl in all of the south 💓
|> y/n.user: ilyyyyy
y/n.fans: these comments are literally not it.
lilymhe: the suit….it looks so good on you
|> y/n.user: ty lily!!!
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y/n.user: baes first rodeo 🫶
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yourbsf: SO FUN WOOOOO
|> y/n.user: took his rodeo virginity YEEHAW🤠😭🤭
f1wags: nah, this ain’t it.
user98: i’m so confused, is this max?
|> f1updates: i think soo…….
|> f1wagupdate: soft launch vibes but i think we all know
francisca.cgomes: the fits are givinggg💓
|> y/n.user: thank you kika😊🤍
|> f1.fans: oh, the underage gfs duo!
|> user23: you do realize that they are not underage rt?
user73: okay but, if this is maxs gf, he should stand up for her. the amount of hate is ridiculous
|> user50: fr. and why the hate? cause she’s 18? pierre and kika have a bigger age gap. not to mention that everyone is j mad cuz she’s with max
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F1 Wags Updates @f1wagupdates • 7hr
here’s what we know about y/n y/l/n so far, potentially max verstappens new girlfriend:
y/n is 18 and lives in tennessee, and attends college at the university of tennessee. now, fans have not been happy with the recent posts on y/n and maxs instagrams.
we know that max, pierre, lando, kika, lily, carlos, and oscar follow y/n, so far. max has been liking y/n’s photos of her and this new “boyfriend.” just like y/n has liked max’s new picture with his alleged “girlfriend.”
we don’t know anything for certain yet, as nothing has been announced. we assume this is a soft launch for them. throwing hate in y/n’s comments does absolutely nothing. especially because she’s “too country” and “too young.”
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y/n.user: ⚠️⚠️⚠️
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User 79 @user79 • 3hr
what are your thought on it? #y/n
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User 56 @user56 • 3hr
i think that you guys are mad for no damn reason lol. let the poor girl live, she didn’t ask for this backlash, and for what? because she’s 18, which she can’t control. because she’s country? who cares? being country is so cool. because she’s dating max and you aren’t? stop being so jealous and let them date in peace
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Formula 1 Updates @formula1update • 3hr
her making her comments disabled definitely means she knows what’s going on, and being a wag comes with the hate. if she can’t handle it, then she doesn’t need to date max
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Wags of F1 @f1wags • 2hr
that’s actually so stupid. she’s not dating max bc he’s famous, i’m sure. so it’s not like she wants the media, hence the soft launch. honestly, you guys are being ridiculous for no reason. there are bigger age gaps with other couples, find a real problem in the world.
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User 37 @user37 • 1hr
here’s the real question, why aren’t you guys behind y/n like you are the rest of the wags?
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User 61 @user61 • 59mins
the real question is actually why max hasn’t said anything yet…..
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maxverstappen1: my pr manager told me to keep quiet, to keep my relationship off of social media. two weeks ago, i told my girlfriend i was sick of not being able to show her off. at the beginning of my vacation, i posted a picture of us at her house, receiving all sorts of rude comments. then, the comments continued on to her page. “why hasn’t max said anything about the hate?” i couldn’t. i still technically cant, but getting facetimes at 2am because of comments making my girlfriend cry? i’m over it. if you can’t support my relationship, you are not a fan of mine. if you’re a fan of me, you need to understand that i have a personal life, which i rarely share. and the one time i do share, it can’t be an issue. to those that have stuck up for y/n and me, thank you.
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y/n.user: thank you, max❤️
|> maxverstappen1: only posting what i should have posted weeks ago❤️
danielricciardo: it’s weird seeing you all emotional, dude. but i hope you guys are doing well ✌️
carmenmmundt: y/n is such a beautiful soul. it’s hard to meet people so genuine and kind. you’ve got an amazing girlfriend, max.
|> maxverstappen1: i know i do, i don’t deserve her
|> y/n.user: thank you carmen🫶 max shut up❤️
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pierregasly: finally i can post all the pictures i got with you two in them
carlossainz55: congrats!!
|> maxverstappen1: on what?
|> carlossainz55: i don’t know…but congrats on announcing your relationship!!
|> maxverstappen1: right…thanks
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break point | charles leclerc x tenis player!oc
just a small observation, i don't like to write social media au with y/n or user1/user2 thing, so i just named every character of this one, jeremy made a small appearance on deuce and slice (danny ric x tennis player), for context, he's also a tennis player lol and all the other ones are supposed to be cath's friends
hallieriley
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hallieriley splitting my time between an actual sport and fast cars going vroom vroom, scuderiaferrari thank you for the invitation, i love miami and i love the red car 🏎 | 📌 miami
scuderiaferrari alway a pleasure to have you with us!
hallieriley it would be very funny if you let me do a hot lap with a certain driver 🤨
benshelton so that's why you didn't came to see me play?
hallieriley you're not even playing bro, you came to miami with me just so we could see fast cars going vroom vroom
charles_leclerc cmonnnn going vroom vroom is lovely
hallieriley lovely, simply lovely
volleyserve wait... hallie is watching 20 playboys racing in circles?
rileyxverstappen actually is 19 playboys racing behind max verstappen
hallieriley nice to see there's people around the world who supports me (most amazing players ever) and max (i don't actually know him)
queenofrg hallie sweetie??
maxverstappen1 what ferrari promised you? i assure you redbull can offer twice
hallieriley im a redbull athlete they should have invited me first, maxie 😇
redbullracing our bad 😔 next one is on us!
f1tennisgirl the fact that max doesn't follow her but went to her profile just to tease ferrari is so max coded
maxverstappen1 i do follow her, we're redbull athletes besties
hallieriley yeah, best friends (i didn't knew him until 2 days ago but sure whatever he says)
carlossainz55 thank you for the support, hallie, having you here was amazing!
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norrisprivateacc carlos bro be more subtle
rileygirl i love how she answered charles coment with a max radio and she just liked carlos comment
ccaspari wow you were there and didn't stand to say hello to your BEST FRIEND?
hallieriley omg where you here? hold on let me find the mercedes garage i need to see you 😭😭
mercedesamgf1 third one right to left 🫡
jeremyrossi oh us tennis players that somehow are related to f1 🫠
jensonbutton i don't think you'll ever accept the fact that I married your sister and it's been 6 years
yrossibuton 8 years*
may 5th, 2024
hallieriley
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hallieriley oh is that time of the day where im calling ben so we can practice together and he's not answering me 🤪
benshelton omw
hallieriley you're not supposed to be on your way benjamin, you were supposed to be here 15min ago!
benshelton omw!!!
coachjames i see...
breakpoints how does ben and hal know each other? just recently got into tennis and i love they're friendship and they're awesome playing doubles
hallieriley thank youu!! our parents played together at the same tour back in the '90 and we sorta grew up together, we're close in age (im 1 year older than him) once ben started to play tennis we started to play doubles together, we're friends since childhood
charles_leclerc i won a padel match a few month ago does that count as tennis? actually im a padel king 👑
hallieriley charles... do you read what you type before you send it?
charles_leclerc so it is not tennis?
maxieboy he's trying to impress her but he's just embarrassing himself
maxverstappen1 im pretty confident that i can beat you in a 2h2
hallieriley redbullracing can you organize a tennis match between me and max?
max1rileychamp he's allergic to failing and 2nd places but im so ready to see him and his delulu thoughts having his ass kicked by catherine
merliagrace i would never do this to you
hallieriley i know!!! missing you btw, when are you going to italy so i can see you play?
merliagrace we're playing rome in 3 weeks, hope you can make it
hallieriley YESSSS !!!! finally, yep ill be home in 3 weeks
gialis pick up the phone, ps: looking good
rileyxverstappen i love how gia and carlos communicate with the world almost the same way, i think they should be friends
maxverstappen1 🤨🤨🤨
gialis i think carlos and i should be friends as well, hallie can you introduce us?
scuderiaferrari we should send you some official merch 🤔
nike get out, we got here first!
redbull how i love being a redbull athlete 😊
hallieriley don't lie adm, you guys don't even remember me at this days 😭😭😭
hallieriley but if you want to reward me there's this skydiving thing im dying to do...
redbull on the way!
redbullracing we'll send you monaco tickets and after the race we will have a court ready!
besttennisgirl i think we lost hallie to fast cars going vroom vroom
alinariley why there's so many f1 drivers in my daughter's comment section?
charles_leclerc my bad, im sorry 😭
alinariley not you sweetie!
maxverstappen1 mama riley we're sorry for being so chaotic
alinariley are you? 🤨
queenofclay i wish i could call ben shelton my bff
sheltonriley and double partner
queenofclay i completely forgot that ben and her are a pair in doubles
janniksin i didn't
carlitosalcarazz me neither
hallieriley both of you don't even play doubles 👁👄👁
alcarazwimbledon oh to be hallie riley and have both alcaraz and sinner fighting to be her double 🤭
may 15th, 2024
hallieriley
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hallieriley multitasking at rolandgarros, see you in a couple of days 🎾
gialis hallie's life is so easy, she goes there, play a tennis match, win, go back to hotel, see her team mess around... us ferrari girls at this point we're just happy with not being knocked out of q3
charles_leclerc have faith on the team
gialis heyyy charlie hello!! faith and ferrari on the same sentence... lol not happening, but i have faith on you
rolandgarros looking forward to have you back on court!
nike there's a lot of ferrari and charles leclerc on this post 🤔
hallieriley nike x ferrari when?
queenofrg hallie is... soft launching?
jeremyrossi 👏🏻👏🏻
maxverstappen1 charles is trying to get out of imola to go see you play can you get us some vip passes?
hallieriley call my agent and ask her, nicely
maxverstappen1 what do you think im rude for free with people?
charles_leclerc you took me out of the race for free last week
hallieriley not everything is about winning but charlie got the ability to lose all the times, maxie you've been a bad team player so no vip passes for you 🤪
f1 i think the tifosi army got another member
redbullracing well, they didn't, she was our girl first
hallieriley yeah, since seb (jenson button walked so seb could run) (please everyone knows im a ferrari girl trough and throughout)
charles_leclerc got pole for you 🫶🏻
hallieriley i saw it hihi amazing lap charlie
benshelton you're not coming to see me play?
hallieriley omw!! i forgot my credentials 🫠
gialis and me! your forgot me!!!
coachjames so that's why you were late?
hallieriley lies! im never late and you know that 🥺
sheltonriley ben and hallie are not playing doubles at roland garros?
hallieriley we are!!
may 18th, 2024
hallieriley
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hallieriley first match ✅️ love to play here, love the french crowd and the croissants 🫶🏻 waiting for wilsontennis to send me a pink racket
wilsontennis pink? it shouldn't be red?
jeremyrossi congratulations hallie, you played an amazing tennis this match and it was worthy the sleepless night
hallieriley thank you jer!!! and im pretty positive that im wasn't the one who got you up all night, hope little mia was watching me play as well! 🥺🫶🏻
charles_leclerc great match!
hallieriley thank you charlie 🫶🏻 did you see the point i made for you?
charles_leclerc obviously
sedicislice hello?
queenofrg the queen is back at her castle
merliagrace WOW WOW WOW that was a high level tennis
sheltonriley waiting for the doubles even though i think ben and hals are insane for playing single and double at the same tournament
maxverstappen1 we got the tickets haha see you during the next match haha
verstappenxriley not max getting into tennis just to annoy charles
f1tennis5 i think max is living in a parasocial relationship with hallie
charles_leclerc he's living in a parasocial relationship to annoy me, where i go he goes, if i go to a volleyball match, he's there, if i go to a tennis match, he's waiting in front of my car, if i go to a baseball game IN THE USA HE'S THEREEEEEEE
hallieriley me and my agent we're about to have a nice little chat 🤨
maranellosun ok so i just got into tennis why are people saying charles and hallie are a thing? or is cath and max?
sedicislice she was invited by ferrari to the miami gp and they were caught outside the circuit having dinner, they're always interacting on social media and they went to a very famous gym in monaco after the miami gp, and no, she and max are just friends since she became a redbull athlete
scuderiaferrari well done, hallie!
rolandgarros the people princess!
georgerussell63 hey charles_leclerc is it possible for you to ask your girl if she can come and take a picture with carmen?
hallieriley rude, I'll find you and carmen after this match and we can go for a coffee 🥰
hallierileyupdates she is indeed the people princess
may 22nd, 2024
hallieriley
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hallieriley time to see my #2 boy, vamos carlossss! anxiously waiting my turn to play
benshelton 🤨🤨
hallieriley I SAID #2 YOU KNOW YOU'RE MY #1
charles_leclerc 🤔🤔
sedicislice hallie is everywhere, volleyball match, tennis match, f1 races, you blink and she's there
hallieriley im here to support my girl's!
merliagrace at this point she'd just watching random matches from the turkish league and the italian one
sedicileclerc charles be like: what about me?
jeremyrossi wow i thought i was you number #2
hallieriley you're yolanda number #2
jeremyrossi yes, she's my sister
hallieriley out of the old ones you're my number #2
jeremyrossi old? im 32! who's your number #1?
hallieriley federer 🥺
benshelton i see...
hallieriley no fighting over who's my favorite! everyone knows that if federer haven't retired he would be my number 1!
rogerfederer thank you! 🥰
maxverstappen1 about that match we played... can we rematch it?
hallieriley why would i? everyone know i kicked your ass once and i would do it again
redbull our athletes are on fire!
nike ready to the next round 🫡
queenofclay oh to be hallie riley #01 taylor swift fan and #00 carlos alcaraz support friend and ben shelton bff
july 3rd, 2024
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hallieriley played my first final here 3 years ago and now i can finally say IM A WIMBLEDON CHAMP! as i said in my acceptance speech, thank you wilsontennis and nike for having my back. thank you to my coach, my team and my boys, thank you for the british crowd and thank you james mcavoy, this one is for you! also i would like to quote a good friend of my, jannik boy: i wish everyone in the world could have my parents as their parents, thank you mom and thank you dad, for making this dream possible and for walking along the way with me, i love you 🥰🫶🏻
carlitosalcarazz vamossss hally!
carlitosalcarazz 👏🏻👉🏻🏆🥇🎾🔥
coachjames well done kid! super proud of you!
alinariley our daughter is a wimbledon champ we cant believe this 😭😭😭 (your dad cant put coherent sentences)
benshelton well done halliecat, congratulations
jeremyrossi amazing!! congratulations!!
gialis my girl!
janniksin well done, hallie!! mega job
merliagrace congrats hally
charles_leclerc wow wow wow that was amazing! super proud of you! 🥰❤️
gabiguimaraes10 congratulations!!
hallieriley gabiiii, hiii!! thank you girl! looking forward to see you play at the olympics
nike hallie riley ladies and gentlemen is a wimbledon champ
wilsontennis always a pleasure to have your back! 🎾
oscarpiastri good job
maxverstappen1 it's starting to get boring, you win everything, also, congrats 🫡
hallieriley now you know how i feel every sunday watching you win 🤪
charles_leclerc karma is queen indeed
lewishamilton speak the truth hallie!!!
jamesmcavoyrealdeal 🤔🤔🤔
lewishamilton amazing!
lifeofriley did you see how adorable she was while holding that cup??
queenofrg queen of wimbledon as well
queenofclay WJJJAUAIAIJHAKAIIQUAJQI oh god she did it!!!
halliechamp our champ is back!
hallierileyupdates amazing!!
july 13st, 2024
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hallieriley already in paris for the olympics and while it is not time to play we took some time of to go around, he's awful at tennis, have no idea how he won that padel match, if i was max i would demand a rematch
charles_leclerc that was very rude, im very good at tennis, i was just warming up
hallieriley yeah, warming up
maxverstappen1 i told everyone he was cheating
charles_leclerc how could i cheat on a padel match? you're just saying this because you're bad at padel
georgerussell63 i would like to know so i can cheat as well
nike time to be olympic champ!
wilsontennis charles leclerc is the new face of wilson, stay tuned
leclercupdates charles was racing in hungary yesterday but his girl called and asked if he wanted to go having a tourist date and the next thing we know is that he is in france
benshelton he is indeed very bad at tennis, i was there, i saw it
sedicislice SO WE DID HAVE BEN AND CHARLES MEETING UP AND THERE'S NO FUCKING PICTURE OF IT?
diallinginshelton i would pay rivers of money to see them playing tennis 😭😭
carlitosalcarazz 👏🏻🫡🥰🤨🏎🎾
hallieriley translation of the emojis please
carlitosalcarazz no
usaopen time to shine in paris!
july 25th, 2024
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hallieriley tooke a little time off to enjoy the post olympics, and let me tell you, being an olympc champion is AMAZING!!!! also i would like to thank you guys for the support, a little disappointed that ill have to wait another 4 years to play another olympics but really grateful for the results at this one. now IT'S USOPEN TIME!!!
usopen waiting for you at court number 3!
charles_leclerc credit for the pics when?
benshelton now you know!
maxverstappen1 wish we could get to see you play this one
hallieriley you can always quit f1 and be a fab (friends and boyfriends) 🤪
maxverstappen1 nice try
nike that kit suits you
wilsontennis 🏆🏆
lewishamilton good look at the USOpen, hallie! i know you will blast this one as well!
hallieriley lewis omg hello hiiiiii, thank you! if i win i will dedicate this one to you 🫶🏻
queenofrg i can't wait for her to win this one, we need that!!
laurencaspari you and i we need to catch up!
gialis doubles at beach volley when? 🏐☎️ plus can you get me a pic with ben shelton????
hallieriley oh to be a pro volleyball player and former olympian and not be able to fan girl her fav athlete
benshelton i though gia's favorite athlete was gabi?
gialis it is! your my number 2! can i please get a pic? 😭
maxverstappen1 what about me?
gialis don't try lol
august 23rd, 2024
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hallieriley last round of the 2024 fast cars going vroom vroom season, well done prince charlie, congrats on the p2 on the championship, we'll fight for the highest spot next season. and oh, congrats to max car as well, it was a tough season. AND alson congratulations to oscar on his first winnnnn!!
charles_leclerc thank you my love ❤️❤️❤️
oscarpiastri thank you cath!
maxverstappen1 if your boyfriend haven't tried to take me out of the races so many times my car would be just fine
sedici16 dude, he tooke you out once in barcelona and just because the tyres weren't warm enough
hallieriley not my burn account i sweat but thanks sedici16 you're 100% right!
puma hallie x charles x puma when?
nike 🤔🤔🤔
scuderiaferrari wish we got to you sooner, it was lovely to have you with us one more time!
redbullracing bahrein vip passes are on the way 🫡
hallieriley now you do remember me 😭😭😭
december 8th, 2024
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hallieriley happy birthday sir lewis hamilton! oh, and its australian open time againnnn, me, charlie, bowe and stowe we are ready to go! see you in 3 days 🔥🎾
charles_leclerc can wait to see your reaction to the t-shirts i have made to see you play
hallieriley im scared to death about which pants you're gonna wear
lewishamilton thank you, hallie! wishing you the best australian open you can get and rooting for you
australianopen rod laver arena is ready for you!
nike let's go!
wilsontennis i hope the pink racket is what you wanted
redbull 💪🏻💪🏻💪🏻
benshelton make it double!
gialis oh shit here we go again with 2 weeks of the bare minimum of sleep
merliagrace i put money on you, plese win this one
usaopen wake up, it's australian open time
january 7th, 2025
#formula 1#charles leclerc#formula one imagine#formula one#f1 imagine#ferrari#charles leclerc imagine#max verstappen#charles leclerc x oc!character#tennis imagine
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I love Warren but he is high key lost potential and it makes me so sad. His character doesn't have the best writing and has some pretty bad dialogue lines for no reason. Also we don't lnow anything about Warren besides the fact he loves science, movies, and has a crush on Max. Most major characters in the game have a backstory of some kind....except Warren. For god sakes, we get to talk to poor Taylor and learn about her sick mom, but there's net zero info on Warren His character is already very bare bones effort, the fact the devs caved in to procefielders and fucked him up even more to make them happier makes me livid. I stand on my belief that Carlos Luna was sabotaged. I also think there are other LIS1 characters who are lost potential like Brooke, Courtney, Stella, Dana and etc but that's a story for another day. 💀
Me when devs ruin a completely good character with so much potential to appeal to the bigger part of the fan base
NO, BUT FR, I was so mad about this yesterday that I ranted to my older bro about it, and I'll do it again‼️
Long rant, you don't have to read if you don't want to ^^
I just wish we got so much more and to see more of who he was because he is so sweet, and I would've loved to see that more. It infuriates me to no end, knowing that the devs doubled down and appealed to the larger part of the fanbase, giving him fewer appearances, stating that he is a "stalker" in canon. I haven't read the comics but I I'm pretty sure they butchered his character there too.
I get that this game was important to many people, ESPECIALLY in 2014, because of the main female character getting the choice to romance her also female friend, that was super important and still is!!! But it's also not good to completely wipe another character, also stated as Max's best friend and another romance option and just. Giving us the option to hug or kiss him?? I'm not a big grahamfield-er either, but they had a lot of potential if they didn't completely ruin Warren's character because people didn't like him. There's still people who do??
Carlos Luna was definitely sabotaged, I reblogged a post talking about it. Here :3
I would've loved more depth to his character, even though it's really nice to read between the lines and make up some of my own things, I'm super afraid of going off of canon but like. There's barely any canon character to go off of so I can make up my own shit as I please- /pos
But I would've loved some dialogue of him worrying over having to study, and he probably shouldn't be out and about, gives us the feel that he pressures himself too much even if he's already doing his best and is one of the highest achieving students at Blackwell. Would've loved to see him being a bit mischievous at times after being exposed to Chloe, I firmly believe he'd be easily influenced and change his personality for the people he hangs out with without knowing. Which adds more depth!!
But ahhhhhh, I'm sorry for all the rants, guys😔😭 I don't want this to be all of what my blog is but everyone has a little hate/dislike in their heart and for me,,,,is assassinations of good characters. Whether literally or within writing. In Warren's case, it's both. I love sharing my art with all of you, but I still love it when you guys interact and send stuff in my inbox. It makes my day😭💖 This is not me telling you to stop because I kind of like ranting/raving about my favorite characters<3 so thank you ^^💖
Byeeee ^^
#warren graham#life is strange fandom#life is strange#long rant#long post#again#im sorry-#thank you for sending this!!😭💖
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how long does it take for lando and y&n to become oscar/lando/y/n ?? i feel like maybe y/n starts to feel a little guilty when she wants oscar to beg her to stay not lance, and when she wants to just cuddle and watch a movie with him, not even necessarily fuck and she like cries to lando abt it and lando is like “i love him too princess don’t feel bad” and they maybe approach osc about becoming a more permanent part of their relationship? or not but this is just my interpretation of their relationship feel free to ignore !! p.s love this au so much thank you 🙏
no bc . her crying to lando ab it 😭 i will never ignore anything ab this au
lando notices her mood shifting a little each time she’s coming back from oscar’s. it’s barely noticeable at first, but then halfway through the season she’s crawling into his arms with tears in her eyes. he wants to kill oscar until she tells him how she feels about his teammate, that she feels bad for wanting more when she knows she’s already getting so much more than she should ask for, that every time lance is bribing her with gifts and promises of early morning love making, she’s wishing oscar would just once fight for her to stay in his arms. he relaxes hearing all of it, that out of all the drivers begging her to spend the night, oscar’s the only one let’s say respectful enough to not try and break the rules of the agreement. even alex gets his makeshift dates with her over room service in lando’s hotel room. but oscar never pushes for more, only takes what he’s given. she wants him to push for more, she tells lando through hiccups. lando gets it completely, tells her how when oscar retreats into his shell after a night of fun and dips out of the room without even saying anything, it makes his heart ache. max has always slept over. charles cooks for them, played her piano once when there was one handy. carlos serenades her while he washes her hair. and oscar leaves.
oscar doesn’t know it hurts them as much as it hurts him, but he has to leave because having them as much as he already does makes his heart ache. if he let himself have anymore he’d be into deep and it would only hurt more when they eventually tire of their game and kick him out. he doesn’t find out until lando comes to him after she’s cried herself to sleep after he left their room once again. lando slips out of her arms and goes down the hall to his teammates room. oscar’s convinced he did something wrong when he sees the pained look on lando’s face, but then he’s just asking him to come back to their room and though it feels foreign, it doesn’t feel like anything is wrong. when lando returns with oscar, she’s sitting up in the bed, clearly not sleeping deeply like he thought when he slipped out and oscar’s shaken by the sight of her tear streaked cheeks. he doesn’t know what he’s apologizing for as he lets lando lead him back into bed, but he apologizes anyways as he wraps her in his arms. she curls into him and her tears threaten to spill again as she whimpers, “please stop leaving, i-i can’t stand it when you leave.” his heart stutters in his chest and he looks to lando who’s crawling onto the bed and wrapping his arms around her too, and his teammate just nods in silent agreement, too overwhelmed and tired to try figuring out what any of it meant.
oscar wouldn’t want to talk about it, to make it real, because as soon as they’re something, it means he has something to lose. but he forces himself to open up about his fear of losing them and when he finds out they feel exactly the same way, he isn’t so scared bc it’s very clear none of them are satisfied with just fooling around, and none of them want to lose each other. she turns the almost sad, anxiety inducing conversation on it’s head when she craws into oscar’s lap and asks him to be her boyfriend and even though no one else knows(yet), and even though he knows other drivers will still be fucking her (for now, if his possessive side has anything to say about it), he’s not just another driver anymore.
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Oh my god I'm so so sorry eva. It completely slipped my mind. I was going to follow up with what I wanted. I was trying to be dramatic. Girl (gn) I'm terribly sorry. But I was going to ask you to please give me your entire versainz thesis cause oh my god "after the battles comes the reward" was such an amazing fic. I was just going to ask you not to gatekeep your versainz brain and give me all the thoughts you had about them. I'm reading to read essays. The fic was amazing. The personalities were so contrasting to each other and at the end when Charles and max see each inherent and that whole moment was so guckin spectacular. I loved the whole thing. That's all I wanted to ask. Once again really sorry for leaving you hanging like that.
<3<3
i'm so so sorry anon for leaving you hanging like that, but i was not in the right place to answer and i wanted to answer this properly!! also don't apologize so much it's fineee!! :)) i should be the one apologizing because of how long this took 😭
okay so first of all thank you so much, i'm so happy you liked the fic!! <3 i have to put it under "keep reading" because i went kinda insane with it hehe
so my versainz thesis is partly reflected in the fic. i don't think it is appreciated enough how great their relationship is after all these years – even after all the "alleged" bullshit and toxic atmosphere that was going on in toro rosso (the toxic versainz was jos and sr, no one is changing my mind). they were each others' first teammates, they kinda eased into the whole f1 world together – young and eager and trying so so hard to beat each other because that is what you do, no? they tried to prove themselves (especially in the team that would get them to RBR) and still managed to be friends, to respect each other and that stayed with them till today. they both are sons of famous fathers so the expectations and pressure was even worse (from public? NO, from their own fathers) so that is another thing to bond on. why? one understood what the other was going through and he got why the mood was swinging here and there every day, and why the mood depend on if "he" was at the race.
another thing is that i am sure carlos was max' gay awakening (max wasn't carlos' because carlos was dense and way too convinced his dad is the god (iykwim)). they might not have been bestest of friends (they still kept their distance because they did not know having friends in this sport is ok), but you can see by every single of their interactions how much they respect each other. they have very contrasting personalities as well, which is so very compelling to me. as i portrayed it in my fic, max is all "no bullshit guy" when it comes to racing and he is not afraid to be blunt and tell how things are. all while carlos is calmer and more well spoken. if we combine them, it is perfect balance. i see max as the one that is overprotective - when he talked about how carlos felt in vegas 2023? that moment is integrated into my brain forever. on the other hand, carlos is the one that is calm, stands for what's right and protects his loved ones, but does it with more grace and peace. they just fit so well, because they are the definiton of thunder (but not really) vs calm (but also not really) (but for that we would need another convo lmao).
i just think these two are the definition of "right person at the very wrong time" because they understood each other (and still do), but the time was not right – too young, too soon, so much responsibility, distraction and so on... there are SO many things that speak so loudly about these two. like, they are not even "getting back together" trope, but "finding someone you loved again and it is finally a right time". also max is soft – soft and giggly but not many know it, but carlos does. and carlos loves it, which makes max even more soft.
the fact they started together and saw each other win – carlos even was right there (literally next to max, might i add) when max won his first wdc. the hug is so personal to me to this day. they just love each other, thank uuu
i would pay good money to have these two as teammates again to see the relationship and the dynamic and how it shifted now they are older and more experienced <3
so sorry it is so long actually haha, love u anon ! sequel to that versainz fic will come in the summer!
#i feel like i forgot something butttttt it was sitting in my inbox for TOO long :/#eva answers#versainz#carlos sainz jr#max verstappen
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pls pls do your eyes tell by bts to lestappen and angst cause istg the way they look at each other 😭
Hi darling anon!!!!!!💖💖💖 thank you so much for the song prompt, I fucking love bts and this jk song is so good!!!!!! Hope you like what I wrote, it's nearly 1k!!!💖💖
your eyes tell - prompt post
Max looks at Charles in the club, dancing and enjoying having a random girl grinding on him, drunk but with still a drink in his hand. The heavy bass of the drums makes his heart feel like it’s leaping out of its place. He watches as Charles drags his free hand from her neck down her curves, resting on her ass, underneath her dress. Max bets the skin is impossibly smooth and plump.
He shakes his head and goes back to his gin and tonic. Alex and George, next to him, are lively talking about some stupid mechanical component of their cars. Max feels tired of cars for the first time in his life. He goes back to watching Charles eat that girl’s mouth out with drunk fervour. He’s rapt because of the sight. She keeps one hand on his face and the other sliding down his chest, feeling his defined abs.
Max rolls his eyes. It’s going to be a long night. Charles is staying in the room in front of his, and Max doesn’t have enough depravity to witness that too. He takes the last sip of his drink and casts one last glance at Charles. He’s sucking on the girl’s neck but he’s staring right at Max. Max shakes his head and raises his empty glass to him before turning around and walking away.
He pats George and Alex on their backs as a goodbye and calls a cab to get back to his hotel. Looking for someone is not something for that night.
He meets Carlos and his girlfriend in the lobby and stays for a little with them to talk. Charles and the girl walk past them, too busy grabbing and kissing to notice them. Carlos sighs and complains about Charles’ behaviour. Max laughs it off, but Carlos knows they share the same concern. It’s been going on for a while and it would be better for him to stop.
“I’m going to sleep, see you tomorrow at the airport?” Max says after a good chat, hugging Carlos and kissing his girlfriend’s cheeks.
Carlos nods and Max walks to the elevators. The ride is quiet and Max enjoys the silence while it lasts. He walks to his room and the whole hall is silent. Weird. He shakes his head and swipes his key inside. He takes off his clothes and treats himself to a nice hot shower. When he's done he dries himself up, dries his hair, puts on a comfy white cotton t-shirt and a pair of underwear. Everything is still so quiet. He opens a bottle of water and takes a sip. He had just a drink that night, so the morning would be nice to him.
Max considers watching a movie, but a knock on his hotel door gives him other plans. He furrows his brows and sets down the water bottle. Thinking it could be either Carlos or Lando, he opens the door.
Charles is standing right in front of him. He ditched the club outfit for a simple oversized red sweater, covering his upper thighs. Max is surprised, but he lets him in without uttering a word. Who is he to give Charles Leclerc the talk?
“Early night?” Max asks after Charles sits on his bed, soft hair hidden underneath the hood.
“Too drunk. She didn't remember my name and I was sick. Called a cab and her friends and sent her home…” Charles explains. Max wasn't really interested in knowing the truth. Charles doesn't owe him anything.
“Movie?” Max asks and Charles nods.
“Don't laugh, but I bought the Devil Wears Prada on the payTV of the hotel, is it okay?” Max continues. Charles nods again with a small smile.
Max puts on the movie and sits on the bed next to Charles. It’s a strange situation, they’ve never done anything like it. Their comfort zone is the track, sometimes a padel court. Sharing a bed is something Max never allowed himself to think about.
“Do you think I look for girls every time I go out because I’m scared of being gay?” Charles asks, as the first scene rolls by.
Max stops the movie and turns around to look at him. His eyes are glassy and there’s a sad expression on his face.
“What do you mean? There’s nothing wrong with being gay…” Max tries to articulate and Charles nods, half convinced.
They get back to the movie but Max can’t stop thinking about the words Charles spoke a few minutes before. Why did Charles decide to tell him this? Max stops the movie again and looks at Charles straight in the eyes.
They’re so green and so sad. Full of tears too. Max can read them all too well. A forest to his sky.
“You don’t have to tell me anything now, or ever, okay? But whatever it is, I’ll listen and won’t judge, okay? Like a debrief…” Max tries and Charles nods, blinking away a few tears.
“You can sleep here if you want…” Max mumbles, taking a tissue from his nightstand and giving it to Charles. He blows his nose and nods.
Max puts back on the movie and Charles lifts the duvet, snuggling next to Max, but under the covers. Max would like to say that he doesn’t know what to do, but his brand is honesty, so he wraps an arm around Charles and soothes him, trying to keep his feelings at bay.
“It’s okay…” Max mumbles, more to himself than to Charles.
He hopes he will find Charles next to him in the morning.
#lestappen#lestappen fic#lestappen fanfic#ao3#charles leclerc fanfic#max verstappen fanfic#lestappen angst#f1 rpf#lovely anon
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˒ ⌕ ONE YEAR LATER
parings: charles leclerc x verstappen!reader
summary: where you're the sister of max verstappen and have a relationship with charles, and you post about him on your private Instagram account.
an: this has been sitting in drafts for a while, and the initial idea was to do it with daniel, but I ended up changing it to charles. hope you like it 😉
( last work || masterlist )
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ynverstappen save a horse, ride a cowboy 🤠 (I don’t have any pictures with charles wearing a cowboy hat cause he didn't let me take them, but he let ferrari adm take pictures of him in austin 🤨
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maxverstappen1 didn't need to know that.
⤷ ynverstappen just don’t follow me.
⤷ maxverstappen1 you're my sister 🤦♂️
⤷ ynverstappen 🙄
charles_leclerc my cowgirl 4ever
⤷ ynverstappen ❤️❤️❤️
yourbestie loving this new era of yours.
⤷ ynverstappen me as a cowgirl?
⤷ yourbestie obviously, kicking and screaming you introduce me to a friend of your fiance too…
⤷ charles_leclerc who do you want? carlos say that he’s single for you.
victoriaverstappen the boys miss you and so do I 🥺.
⤷ ynverstappen me too 😭 come visit me and charlie please 🙏
charles_leclerc that was the best idea you had.
⤷ landonorris I don't need to know what you guys do in the bedroom.
⤷ georgerussell63 me neither.
⤷ carlossainz55 me neither two.
⤷ pierregasly me neither three.
kellypiquet beautiful 💗
your_bestie_2 I want to know how long you can last in the field.
⤷ ynverstappen af! I'm a country girl now (take me to the city now, I can't stand having internet only at home anymore 😭
charles_leclerc you know, I don't think I look good in a cowboy hat, mon amor.
⤷ ynverstappen but at least the hat hid your bald spot 😭, and you looked hot 🤤
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charles_leclerc we are married 💍👰🏼♀️🤵🏻♂️
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ynleclerc i have news.
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maxverstappen1 am i going to be an uncle?
⤷ ynleclerc shhhhhh.
charles_leclerc can't wait to tell everyone.
landonorris if it's what i'm thinking, i already want to say I'M GOING TO BE THE GODFATHER.
⤷ carlossainz55 get in line.
⤷ arthur_leclerc oh, i've been in it longer.
⤷ maxverstappen1 i'm her brother, i win!
⤷ carlossainz55 you already win so much in races, let someone else win at something.
victoriaverstappen CALL ME
⤷ ynleclerc I'm going
charles_leclerc i love you more than you can imagine.
⤷ ynleclerc I’m crying.
⤷ charles_leclerc don't cry.
⤷ ynleclerc it's the pregnancy hormones.
⤷ charles_leclerc i'll get you ice cream.
your_bestie_2 you look so beautiful.
⤷ yourbestie I think the color suits her is white because she looks perfect in any white outfit.
⤷ ynleclerc I know! love you girls 🫶
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ynleclerc me and my little family
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yourbestie piper is so cute.
⤷ ynleclerc you need to see when she tries to climb the furniture at home. every day, she finds a new way to almost give charles and me a heart attack.
maxverstappen1 my niece is so lovely. she doesn't even seem like she takes after you and charles.
⤷ ynleclerc I'm the prettiest verstappen here! and my husband is a hottie 🤤.
charles_leclerc miss you, my girls. ⤷ ynleclerc we miss you too, we'll see you at the next race, love.
⤷ charles_leclerc waiting for you guys.
charles_leclerc love my little family so much. ⤷ ynleclerc we love you too.
pascale_leclerc piper is the cutest granddaughter I could have, and I'm so happy and grateful to have you in our family, y/n.
⤷ ynleclerc I thank you for accepting me in the family and for raising a such wonderful son, pascale ❤️
joris_trouche I'm the best godfather and photographer; you can thank me. ⤷ charles_leclerc thank you, joris.
⤷ ynleclerc piper sent you a kiss.
⤷ joris_trouche aww, how cute!
carlossainz55 can't believe you guys chose joris as piper's godfather. ⤷ georgerussell63 me too.
⤷ landonorris me too, two.
⤷ arthur_leclerc feeling betrayed.
⤷ pierregasly same.
your_bestie_2 I was looking here and it's been a year since your cowboy post, like girl? you really rode charlie 😂
⤷ ynleclerc omg, hope piper doesn't find out about this when she gets older 🫠
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it did feel like charles was definitely not expecting max to hype him up so much on the podium in austria (especially after losing to his championship rival at a home race u know, literally the worst scenario possible). as you said he ALWAYS seems to be on guard around others even in general, but it's even more so the case when max's there i feel, probably bc of the history they have together but also bc sharl maybe expected max to walk on eggshells around him the whole season, the same way he had intended to do? he must be confused as hell lol. but i have high hopes that the surprise of the champagne shower and max's overall spirit of fair play might have made him ease off a bit at long last, like it seemed like he truly had a lot of fun up there with the kid he used to hate the guts of 😭 can't wait to see how he'll act when max's the one standing at the top in an upcoming podium, perhaps he'll return the favor and won't be as tentative :)
He definitely expected a coldly aloof Max, not this approachable, good natured and smiley guy who was so eager to talk to him about their race as if they have been doing it for years and it is just their normal state of existence next to each other. Charles' perplexion was visible in Jeddah. Max was very relaxed and all bubbly and Charles was literally 😌 (i don't count Carlos' deadfish expression bec the guy disassociates even when he wins 😂) When he wins, Max is very open, which is something expected, but as you said, I am sure Charles didn't expect Max to be so happy for his win, too. Let's see what he'll do when Max wins.
Tbh, I don't have high expectations about the progression of their relationship if the championship fight gets closer towards the last rounds, because it is clear that it all hinges upon a mistake that'll come from one of the sides for all hell to break loose. As you can see from his latest interview, Charles is quite ready for it to turn sour.
Currently, they are keeping it civil mostly thanks to Max being enthusiastic about approaching Charles and them not having any questionable squabbles on track yet. But it will eventually happen. If it comes from Charles I wonder what Max fans will say. If it comes from Max, we all know what the other side will do, because they have team lh on their side, too.
Max has this charming innocence about him and I am sure it must be puzzling for Charles, too. He is genuine, he doesn't hide his reactions and emotions and he talks his mind. He is uncomplicated and just lets himself experience the moment and his emotions, unlike Charles who is a closed off and secretive person who controls himself more, sometimes unnecessarily so. I am pretty sure he doesn't know how to handle Max, lol. You can clearly see it in his eyes as Max just happens to him and he just goes along, unsure how to react, if he should reciprocate, how much he should allow himself to reciprocate before it would look all too unprofessionally friendly for two title rivals. While keeping up with the facade of professional detachment and respectful distance is important, i think there is also this inherent anxiety to avoid looking like a fool who fraternized with the enemy/rival in the event of losing against him.
I must say, I like speculating about what goes around in Charles' mind when he is next to Max, when he looks at him so sharply, observes him as if he is observing and trying to understand an anomaly... Most people don't prefer writing them from his point of view, but I really like looking at stuff from his perspective and I think he still has that coldness and distance from their past against Max, but also he is insanely curious about him because Max is a real marvel. Hnn, the possibilities of Chal slowly falling into a tormented love with Max while reflecting the fight he has with himself upon Max and Max trying to figure out why Chal is doing this to them both...
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okay the pool at my school has opened back up and i am overjoyed and like lemme tell u the only one out of all the boyfriends that I think can swim is danny.
max? floundering. charles? wet chihuahua. carlos? he can do a nice acceptable doggy paddle. lando? just stands until otherwise provoked, he's not trying to go anywhere he's fine just where he is thank you very much.
do i have any basis for this? no but i just need to get all of the Thots out of the way so i can properly wrangle the plot of the fic that i came up with in the pool
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I’m howling at this all😭😭😭
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