#third drivers

[dedeinthewild]

paul aron x reader, no labels

“Your bed is like… 30% sheets, 70% snack wrappers and passive aggression,”

summary : In hotel rooms that smelled like warm sheets and shared routines, a sleepy driver and his favorite photographer quietly fell into something soft and utterly theirs.

If there was one thing they loved, it was the smell that filled the rooms they slept in for just a few days but, for that short while, became their home. That smell they picked up—each time a different blend of skin, fabric softener, and soap bars stolen from hotel amenity kits—and the sound of them waking up and fixing their hair in the morning, one of the things that bonded them. Like when you're at home with nothing to do, and once you open your eyes, you just stay under the covers, the warmth of your skin marked by the deep sleep, and you can still catch that unmistakable scent people leave in the sheets.

That had kind of become Paul’s anthem in life. By now, he was the third driver for a Formula One team, and even though he wasn’t racing anymore, he still traveled around to do some testing and spend time with the team. But not being behind the wheel meant he could give in to that feeling—the one that glued you to the mattress for hours and was nearly impossible to resist. And if it hadn’t been for the girl often by his side, the Estonian probably would’ve spent weeks wrapped in the warm scent of his own skin, getting up only for the morning run he loved. Maybe not even for that.

She, on the other hand, was the type of person who went to bed when everyone else was already asleep and woke up before most had even opened their eyes. Still not quite used to traveling, she’d walk down the hallways in pajamas, hotel slippers, and a slightly messy braid keeping her hair in place. Lately, though, she’d gotten into the habit of waking Paul up when they were at the same hotel—especially when Parc Fermé was collaborating with him and they were spending several days in close contact. She had figured out that after racing, he would always crawl back into bed and sleep a few more hours now that he didn’t have to follow the intense training schedules of the racing season. And after two mornings of Paul sprinting breathless into the paddock, she figured she could kill two birds with one stone.

That morning, she’d been woken up earlier than usual by a call from her mother, who had completely forgotten about the time difference. So she’d taken a little extra care getting ready for the day of photos she had ahead in the feeder series paddock. She was walking down the hallway in a pair of worn jeans, cameras in hand, hair neatly braided, and that calm, rested air she always carried leaving behind faint hints of a perfume she’d picked up in the French Riviera. A sharp contrast to the chaos she’d find in the driver’s room—shirts everywhere, an overflowing suitcase splayed open on the floor, and protein bar wrappers scattered at the foot of the bed.

“You better not be dead in there,” she joked, pushing open the door he’d left ajar, stepping in carefully so she wouldn’t startle him. A few water bottles were scattered around, some cologne boxes falling out of the suitcase, and polo shirts draped over the armchair, next to his laptop.

“Paul?” She passed the entryway and peeked into the main room, where the giant Estonian lay sprawled across a bed that looked both massive and incredibly comfortable. His left arm was wedged between the pillows, the other resting on top, his hand close to slightly parted lips, curls splayed across the striped blue sheets. He looked like he’d been shot mid-dream—lying on his stomach, sleeves of his black sleep shirt rolled up on his shoulders.

“You’re not slick. I know you’re awake,” she said with a smirk, setting her cameras down on the nightstand and leaning over slightly to tickle him just under the arms—his weakest spot. But he was quick. And sneaky as hell. With a swift move, he grabbed her arm, trapping her between himself and the bed and pulling her onto the other half like the universe had always known that was where she belonged.

Paul looked at her with those mischievous, strikingly blue eyes, the blankets pulled up to his chin as he stretched, while she stayed there with the faintest smile still on her face.

“You’re so predictable. You fell for it,” he laughed, stretching wide enough to knock the cameras off the nightstand and nudge her glasses back up her nose.

“You are the worst human being I’ve ever met,” she said—her usual line—while he rested his head on his fist, curls going in every direction.

“Mm, good morning to you too.”

“I have a schedule. People to shoot. Tire blankets to romanticize. Let me go.”

“Nope. You willingly entered enemy territory. Rookie move.”

He grinned, chest rising and falling with each breath, and she caught a whiff of that signature scent—some blend of hotel sheets and whatever cologne he’d bummed off a teammate after forgetting his own. He always had a different one, but underneath it all was the smell of Paul, and to her, that was one of the best scents in the world.

“I knew you were awake,” she muttered, pinching his arm, stealing a bit of that grin for herself.

“Sure you did,” he teased, soaking in the perfect feeling of waking up next to someone like her—in warm sheets, with all the time in the world… or almost.

“You look like a real adult this morning. Very professional,” he added, nodding toward the cameras on the nightstand, alongside her phone and wallet buzzing with notifications.

“You’re just jealous because I actually have responsibilities today, while you sleep here like one of those snoring dogs.”

“What kind of dog would I be?”

“What kind of question is that?” she laughed, resting her cheek on the arm he’d curled around her. Her full cheeks pressed into his skin, warm from the bed. She was so cute. Sweet. Terribly familiar. And the fact that she didn’t realize it made it all even better.

“I’m saving my energy. It’s called reserving. You wouldn’t understand.”

“You’re not even pretending to be productive,” she said, while he raised his eyebrows at the jab—watching her slowly give in to the bed’s siren call.

“I’m not a fan of lying.”

Paul was the kind of person who was hard to read at first, but she’d been one of the few to really understand him. Sometimes withdrawn and private, other times so goofy and light that even the deepest conversation would turn into laughter. The kind that carries you somewhere else. The kind that makes you want to play your favorite song and let it blend with the moment—just like the two of them did.

“Your bed is like… 30% sheets, 70% snack wrappers and passive aggression,” she grinned, eyeing him as he seemed to realize she was trying to get up and drag him with her.

“Five more minutes, come on,” he said, gently tugging at the hem of her shirt, keeping her close before wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pinning her between his chest and arms.

“You don’t even like cuddling.”

“Who said that?”

“You,” she laughed, feeling the warmth of his arms against her, almost brushing her cheek. In truth, Paul was exactly the type to rest his chin on someone’s head, wrap an arm around someone’s shoulders, press a quick kiss on a relative’s cheek, or offer his elbow to a girl walking beside him. So no, he wasn’t someone who didn’t like cuddles—he just had his own rhythm.

“I guess I’m evolving then,” he said, letting her go so she could move to her side of the bed. But she didn’t seem inclined to. She was too comfortable, nestled in the pillows, one of his hands still resting around her waist.

“You smell like… photographer stress and vanilla lip balm.”

“It’s unscented, dumbass,” she laughed. “You smell like hotel sheets and ego.”

They stayed like that, laughing, tossing around dumb questions, until her phone and alarms buzzed a little louder, and it was finally time for her to leave. She sat up, grabbing her phone, while he leaned back with his hands behind his head, watching her with a half-dreamy smile, eyes locked on the way she talked to herself out loud.

“Okay. I actually have to go. Like, five minutes ago.”

“Fine. But if I fall back asleep and miss breakfast, it’s your fault.”

The sleepy air around them definitely made that a real risk.

“I wouldn’t even be here if you didn’t forget to set alarms and would 100% sleep through your entire career.”

“True. But still. Makes you kinda my hero.”

She rolled her eyes, stepping out of bed and noticing that even though Paul had slept alone, he’d still slept on the monster side of the bed. And her heart told her that if he were in any bed, anywhere in the world, then the other half of it would always be hers. With her wallet, her shoes kicked off at the foot, and her own suitcase open on the floor—shower gels and hair straighteners scattered everywhere.

By the end of the day, she was exhausted—thousands of steps, countless photos, and the full weight of her work sinking into her spine. And as if that wasn’t enough, after her shower, the hotel hairdryer sputtered out in a puff of black smoke, leaving her in her favorite oversized tee and too-big pajama pants, standing in the hallway debating who could lend her one.

The answer was obvious. Actually—no “almost” about it.

She knocked on the door that had become her regular stop. Key card in one hand, phone in the other, hoping no one stepped out of their room to witness the mess she was.

Paul opened the door in Nike shorts and a faded shirt she’d seen him wear a thousand times, holding a mug of hot tea, freshly dried curls falling perfectly across his forehead.

“You look… aggressively off-duty,” he said, surprised, glancing at her wet hair and her pajama pants.

“Bold coming from someone drinking bedtime tea like a grandma.”

He laughed, letting her walk in under his arm, watching her head straight for the bathroom in search of the hairdryer, as he leaned on the sink sipping his tea.

“You have a nicer one,” she called out.

“Parc Fermé not treating you well?” he teased, watching her comb her hair with the precision of someone with a full-blown routine. She looked pocket-sized in the mirror, like a character from one of his favorite books.

“So this is where you disappear when you ghost the group chat,” she said, pointing at his mug.

“Sometimes I need a break from you chaos goblins.”

“You are the chaos goblin,” she muttered as she carefully dried her hair, and he watched her in silence—comfortable, easy.

“Do you ever think we’re gonna miss this?”

“Me stealing your hairdryer?” she smirked at him.

“No. I mean… this. The weird nights. The almost-normal stuff. The in-between.”

Paul could be tender. He knew how to put into words the memories and feelings she usually just felt, but never said—sometimes too afraid, sometimes too wired to nostalgia.

“Yeah. Probably. Even the dumb parts,” she said, warmth filling her chest just like it had that morning.

“Especially the dumb parts,” he smiled, handing her a bit of tea while she combed. Then helped smooth her shirt with the warm air, flattening it with his hands.

No surprise they ended up sitting side by side against the bathroom wall, two more steaming mugs in hand, hair full of what was happening between them—laughter, comfort, little moments. Talking about where to eat, hotel towels, and the laundry service they’d both secretly worshipped at least once.

“I like how it fits you, anyway,” he said, sipping the last of his tea.

She looked down, realizing she was wearing a shirt from the collection her agency had made in collaboration with Paul. And his smile held the look of someone who knew she’d caught the meaning—and loved watching those little moments bloom.

“Wanna split a protein bar? I gotta finish them or the team’s gonna kick me.”

“Not a chance,” she laughed, eyes soft as ever. Shirts on the floor. Bottles on the ground. Just like them.

I know you'll be getting bored of the photographer x driver plot line, but it fits paul (and me) so well, so I feel like I can picture it well... however, I'm having another huge paul phase 'cause he's amazing and well... he's paul aron

[thearchercore]

we're entering the stage of the season where red bull is so grateful for charles stealing poins from mclaren that they make max look gay

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

"Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness.”- Oscar Wilde.

[blorbocedes]

russian grand prix 2019 drivers parade

jenson is asking who he should ask a question to first and chooses lando. lando's about to say max (as in ask max) and max goes 'norris' and pets lando's head unprompted and lando just repeats him "max...norris? 😀 why max norris?" and then max gives the most bullshit answer of all time

you can see lando's brain short-circuiting in real time as max pets them and then he's careful placing his own back and touching max's

[levemetal]

Ye old Shen twins au where they both become peak lords EXCEPT. Instead of making them twin peak lords or something, we pretend the evidence that the beast peak does likely not exist is lies, and Shen Yuan gets to become peak lord of the beast peak. Why? Because he would LOVE IT there. It's his territory. He gets to be unapologetically nerdy about beasts 24/7 and make it everyone's problem.

As he should.

And bonus! He can snatch LBH at the disciple hole digging. Plot solved! (Assuming the system wouldn't you know. Pull system stuff and force LBH to end up on Qing Jing or some shit.)

And everyone lived happily ever after or some bullshit idk. I reread the 79 extras as well as the TLJ & ZZL ones let me have fluffy AU thoughts goddamnit, my heart has been irreparably damaged-

[likedbycheri]

lestappen nation, rise up to give checo official-lestappen-third-wheeler perez a proper goodbye: thank you sir, for your services, may god repay you for all the suffering you have endured 🫡🫡🫡🫡

[adimouze]

“We all should move on from daniel ricciardo” “dont hate on [insert asshole] because he’s the one who got the seat not your washed driver!!!” “He wasnt even good enough for the seat!”

ONE society has moved past the need for you to not understand how to mute and block words on tumblr and TWO baby he BUILT that seat on his tears and podiums and wins AND WE HAVE EVERY RIGHT to make this about Daniel because it IS about Daniel so…also maybe realize this is a giant app and you putting on hate on Daniel and then saying uwu be nice to the flopson over there…

also how are you a verstappen fan blog do you know your fave would jump into the seine just for the opportunity to gargle daniel’s balls

[jeonstellate]

currently preoccupied with writing kimi räikkönen’s pov on the ghost of monza (+ curating the summary/preview for the next btpa fic), but i can’t get this idea out of my head (𖦹ᯅ𖦹)

it’s not even a new idea, iirc i put it in the back-burner last year/two years ago. it just fits really well with f1, so it has been plaguing me for the last week—

for a (hopefully) peace of mind, here’s the general premise of that idea:

Following the multiverse theory, this specific universe lives in numbers. Not countdowns of steps nor time until soulmates find each other, but rather of the instances they’ll unknowingly pass each other by.

Soulmates can be regulars at the same coffee shop — always there around the same time — without knowing their other half is literally just a few tables over the entire time. They can be office/school mates who are vaguely aware of each other, with no reason to know one another beforehand.

Hell, they can even know each other for years — as friends or acquaintances — and the countdowns on their wrists will stay the same until one passes the other by on the street without knowing. They can also be exes, with the same scenario but heavier disbelief in the realization.

Either way, it makes entertaining stories.

In this universe, the most common numbers range from one (1) to ten (10). A small subset has eleven (11) to twenty-five (25). An even smaller subset count for the remaining two-digit numbers. The smallest subset — the rarest — has starting numbers with three digits.

And, of course, YN belongs to the latter category with their staggering 153.

And if that wasn’t enough tough luck, that number is what they were born with. As in, their countdown has never moved. Not even once.

Until they went to watch a grand prix in person, that is. Because, all of a sudden, their seemingly permanent 153 has been lowered by 62 into a meek two-digit number. 91.

There had been 62 laps in the grand prix they just came from, including the formation lap. Which means logically, YN’s soulmate can only be out there in the circuit track — passing the grandstand they were on at every lap.

YN just doesn’t know which driver.

[sideswipesjetpack]

SIDESWIPE DUMP🗣️💕

[httpiastri]

first arm/neck/hands dump of 2024???? yes absolutely 🫶🫶🫶

[aaanyaajpg]

From third wheeling on podiums to third wheeling on driver dinners. Checo my love, we all thank you for enduring the torture. 😭✨

[itskindnessinfinite]

the recency bias in the f1 community is insane actually

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I'm sorry but James Vowles criticising how Red Bull has treated their drivers in the past, only to go and then treat Logan far worse while pulling the exact same shit Red Bull did, ie the exact behaviour he criticised and called them out for, is so freaking infuriating like the sheer hypocrisy -

[takeiteasyonmeimstilllearning]

Screenshot credit goes to @chalpurnia

[so-long-soldier28]

does theo have a fake id or is the sheriff's department that negligent enough not to care?

[amberjazmyn]

mclaren's baby🫶

pairing : oscar piastri x platonic fem!driver reader, lando norris x platonic fem!driver reader

summary : aaliyah l.n is the youngest driver on the grid and is mclaren's third driver. the entire grid love and adore her, she is literally formula one's baby! but no one loves her more than her teammates, lando and oscar. let's just say she's mclaren's baby for the lack of a better term, more than she is formula one as a whole's baby!

warnings : none really lol

a/n : this was requested by anon and thank you so much for understanding my want for wanting to write more fluff over angst! also, i'm sorry anon but i decided to give the reader a name because it would bother and confuse me lol

being a formula one driver was exhausting for all that got into the sport and was excellent in it. and the three mclaren drivers, oscar piastri, lando norris and aaliyah l.n knew just how exhausting it could be. those three were known as formula one's sleepy heads because of how much and how well they slept and could sleep anywhere. and it was quite common for those three to be caught sleeping, whether it was together all three of them, or them in duos or separately, it was always something that would then be brought up during the next grand prix in the press conferences. even though it would never be caught by their specific cameras, it was always photographed or videoed by the other drivers on the grid who just found it hilarious and very sweet that they were sleeping next to one another.

however, this time, aaliyah and oscar did get caught and in a very compromising position that could have been described as 'suggestive' if it wasn't already known that both aaliyah and oscar were dating other people. and their partners had absolute confidence and no insecurities that what these three were doing was anything more than platonic. this time they were caught falling asleep together in their hospitality room at the monaco grand prix. oscar leaning against the wall with aaliyah sitting in his lap, his arms wrapped around her protectively to keep her safe and secure as the girl tried her very best in fighting the sleep that oscar had very easily welcomed by that point. he was so exhausted that he could no longer fight it, his head resting back against the wall whilst the rest of his body was making sure aaliyah wouldn't fall off of his as he held her tightly. lando was miracuously still wide awake after the race and was just keeping a sweet watchful eye on his two fellow teammates just in case oscar loosens his grip or aaliyah slides right out, he's right there just in case something like that were to happen to catch his best friend.

"...and as we leave ferrari's hospitality and say goodbye to charles and carlos, our cameras enter into the mclaren's hospitality and...aw this is super sweet...we say hello to lando norris, oscar piastri and aaliyah l.n. lando is wide awake unlike his two teammates oscar and aaliyah. aaliyah, poor girl is trying her very best to fight off her exhaustion whilst oscar seems to have welcomed it, no longer able to fight it and has fallen asleep with his teammate on his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around her so she doesn't slip or fall off of him. it's also clear that lando, whilst scrolling through his phone, is keeping a very watchful eye on aaliyah and oscar just to make sure nothing bad happens and no injuries happen since oscar and aaliyah are on top of the bed and there is the potential of easily sliding off. do you have anything about this to comment on, mr coulthard?" one of the commentators, martin brundle, says with a sweet smile as david coulthard speaks up

"why yes i do mr brundle and speaking on our three mclaren drivers that we see here, it's very clear and known by so many of us that aaliyah is the youngest driver on the grid and she is very much loved by all of the drivers. however, this moment here that we are witnessing is one of the many moments where we're shown just how much more loved she is by her fellow teammates, oscar and lando. it's well known that they absolutely adore her more than the rest of the grid and would do anything for her which i always find the sweetest thing every single time we see those moments throughout the race week. however, now that we look back at the sleeping drivers, we can now see that aaliyah can no longer fight against her exhaustion and has now fallen asleep on oscar. lando, once again, is still wide awake and has now decided to begin to take photos of the sweet moment that all of us are witnessing live at this moment..." david's voice fades out as aaliyah falls into her deep sleep in the lap of her fellow mclaren teammate, oscar, his arms holding her tightly across her middle so she wouldn't slip

oscar and aaliyah managed to sleep for a good couple of hours before lando was put into the awful position of having to wake them up for the press conference after the race. when lando woke up his teammates, they were still perfectly still and comfortable in the same position they both fell asleep in. which, for so many of the mechanics were so shocked and impressed by. whenever oscar and aaliyah fell asleep with one another, it always sucked for lando to wake them up. because just like him, those two loved their sleep and hated to be disturbed when they were sleeping.

"...hey, osco, lela, i know this sucks but you two need to wake up!" lando's voice was what the two other drivers heard next as they both groaned

"thanks lando!" oscar groaned, his eyes opening immediately whilst aaliyah's did not which oscar and lando found to be the sweetest thing ever

it was very clear from the beginning just how exhausted she had been the entire race weekend. it was clear she hadn't been able to sleep properly since she was so nervous since this grand prix was the first one that her parents were going to be attending. and because of that, she had pushed herself too far and exerted herself a little to much which caused her and red bull driver sergio perez to crash. thankfully though, she did manage to recover and get into the points at fourth place, just missing the podium by a small margin. her parents though were just glad their daughter was able to recover from the crash and still do so well, not mad at all that she didn't make the podium which was a relief for everyone that watched the moment the young driver had with her parents. and now that she was finally able to relax, her body had finally decided that the only thing it could physically do now was just to sleep. and that was why she still hadn't woken up even after hearing lando.

and whilst this was very adorable, lando couldn't just let aaliyah stay asleep. especially when it was time for the 90 minute press conference after the podium ceremony. even though she just missed out on making it, she was still needed for some reason as were her other mclaren teammates.

"i'm sorry lela but you have to wake up!" lando sighs, his hand brushing through aaliyah's hair, hoping it would wake her up

and it did wake her up. even though it made her cower back into oscar's chest for a couple of seconds. which was another sweet moment caught on the f1 cameras, she did eventually lift her head back up and slipped herself out of oscar's grip so they could leave for the press conference.

"next time lando please warn me a little better and nicer?" aaliyah joked as she smiled at him, pushing him slightly as he giggled

"of course i will. i'm so sorry lela, it was so cruel of me to wake you up like that," lando giggles as does aaliyah as she shakes her head, oscar just rolls his eyes with a small smile as the three of them make their way to where they needed to be

they had finally made their way to the press conference and it was clear to the drivers that the interviews already know what they were going to ask. so, the drivers, oscar, lando and aaliyah just let them do their thing.

"...welcome to the driver's press conference and with us here we have our three drivers from mclaren, lando norris, oscar piastri and aaliyah l.n. before we get into our questions, just thought to remind everyone to be respectful, don't ask questions that could be percieved as offensive and also state your name, country and which publication you are representing, go ahead..." the moderator of the press conference announced as straight away, hands of the media personell flew up into the air

however, a media represenative of sky sports was the first one to ask a question and she went straight into it.

"...hello, i'm elena barker from sky sports and i just have a question for aaliyah and i was just wondering if out of your two male drivers, who is more comfortable to fall asleep on, oscar or lando?" and giggles ripped through the press conference room immediately as aaliyah giggled, giving looks to oscar and lando who also giggle

straighening herself up in her seat, aaliyah thinks for a moment before coming to her response, "for me it depends on the situation in regards to who's more comfortable out of the two of them. so, today for example, the award goes to oscar since he was the one that i fell asleep on. however, i have to say, majority of the time, it is lando that is more comfortable since oscar and i have only actually fallen asleep on each other a couple of other times. whereas me and lando have done it since we were kids growing up together back when we did karting. but yeah, today the winner, so to speak, is oscar," aaliyah smiled as elena smiled before lowering her microphone, satisfied by the girl's response to her question

more questions were asked and distrubuted between the three mclaren drivers before finally, the press conference came to its end. and the three drivers were glad, especially aaliyah since towards the end, the poor girl was really fighting so hard to stay awake. she was truly so exhausted that even that quick power nap she had with oscar wasn't enough to fully keep her awake for the press conference.

☘

thankfully though, by the time the three drivers returned back to their hotel, the three of them walking each other to their separate rooms so they could properly rest up, lando made a quick split decision. it was after he and aaliyah were about to say their final farewell to oscar, ready to shut his hotel room door when lando decided that he'd keep aaliyah company. and that was because he knew that whilst oscar was coming back to his girlfriend lily waiting for him in the hotel room, aaliyah did not have her boyfriend waiting for her.

"...lan, we're here! thanks for walking with me to my room," aaliyah smiled, turning to look back at lando who had a look on his face that she couldn't decipher

especially since he didn't make his move to leave to walk himself back to his room. he just stood there as aaliyah was a little confused before speaking up again.

"lan, don't you need to go back to your room?" aaliyah asked as lando shook his head

"nah, i've got everything i need with me in my bag..." he trailed off as aaliyah giggled softly with a look of confusion

"...what do you mean, lan? what's going on? if you don't think i'm safe, you know i am because you've just walked with me here..." aaliyah trailed off as lando giggled and shook his head

"...i was hoping we could have a sleepover like we used to do when we were kids," lando almost whispered as though he was ashamed as aaliyah's face softened, her smile sweet

"oh...lando...that's completely fine! of course we can! you know i can't say no to having a sleepover with you! why didn't you just say that at the beginning after leaving oscar's room?" aaliyah giggled, finally unlocking the room as they both walked in

lando shrugs his shoulders as aaliyah jumps onto her bed as a small 'oomf' was heard from her impact onto the bed, "i don't know, i thought you said we grew out of them, hence why we slowly stopped doing them..." lando whispered, his face getting warm with embarrassment as aaliyah shook her head

"...not at all lando! we just stopped doing them not because we grew out of them but because we just haven't had the chance to slow down and just take a break to have the opportunity to have a sleepover," aaliyah's voice wasn't teasing or condescending, it was soft and understanding as lando smiled shyly

aaliyah could see that lando was still apprehensive about his idea of having a sleepover after what felt like the longest race weekend ever. when in reality, it was the same length as every other race weekend, it just felt long because the days were as slow as a garden snail.

scooching over on her bed, aaliyah patted the spot next to her for lando to join her. and it only took less than a moment for lando to hesitate before he relented and took off his shoes that were now definitely blistering up his poor feet. joining aaliyah on the bed, it was silence between the two best friends before aaliyah spoke up again.

"driving alongside you and oscar this year, so far, has been incredible, lando. if i could do this forever, i would..." aaliyah sighed, turning her head so she was looking at lando as lando looked worried

"...what do you mean if i could do this forever i would? is there something you're not telling us?" lando freaked out as aaliyah shook her head, immediately settling lando's worry

"oh my gosh, no, lan! not now anyway, i plan to stay in mclaren, in formula one, with you and osc for as long as i possibly can! i just...i know this is something i'll have to eventually leave. i mean, me and [boyfriend] have been talking about the possibility of starting the journey of becoming parents..." aaliyah's voice started to fade out as lando's eyes began to droop

he had forgotten just how exhausted he was since joining aaliyah in her hotel room that for a moment, his exhaustion melted away. that was until it quickly returned and he slowly begun to slide down into the comfort of the hotel bed. and aaliyah couldn't get offended by lando starting to fall asleep to her telling him that she and her boyfriend were planning on starting their family. so, she decided to lift up the quilt and blanket of the bed so lando could attempt to slide himself into it before completely falling asleep. when she saw that lando was comfortable and fully asleep, his snores soft and quiet as his face and every single muscle in his body fully relaxed, she also felt her own exhaustion take over her body. and soon enough, aaliyah had also fallen asleep, her head resting on lando's chest, his heartbeat soothing her into her own deepest sleep.

it was really all too much for little lando norris and aaliyah l.n. the both of them just needing a little bit of sleep.

fin

holy jesus and macaroni! this one-shot has taken forever to finish and i am so terribly sorry to the anon that requested this and having to wait this long for it to finally be finished! i did not mean for it to take this long but, i just lost it and hit a massive writer's block. that has happened with so many of my drafts, as well as another request but i do promise they are coming! so, once again, thank you to the anon who requested this fluffy little thing because of my dilemma that is always writing sad and angsty one shots majority of the time! so, guys, please continue to request one shots, specifically fluffy or even spicier ones and i'll be happy to fulfil them! and hopefully they won't take as long as these ones have!!

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