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Malaysia 2015 // Baku 2024

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A RAINY DAY TURNED BRIGHT.

*note: (y/n) wears glasses in this story, so if you don't wear glasses. now you do*

(y/n) came to the bus stop a bit too early, what followed was a bit of a unlucky day. and it seemed like nothing could make the bad day any better, all until someone unexpectedly came into your life...

It was a rainy morning, it was pouring as if there was a hose from the sky spraying. So thankful that umbrellas exist.

I need to go to college, and i'm currently waiting for the bus to arrive. I came here quite early, so I have to wait approximately 10 minutes or so? I brought my headphones along with me, cause I need atleast something to make this day better.

In my right pocket of my coat, was my phone. I took it out and checked the schedule for today. But, my phone made me go use it more than just check the schedule.

I was just peacefully sitting on my phone doing whatever, when, suddenly my headphone battery died. Well, great. The weather and now my headphones are against me today. Wow.

I proceeded to take my headphones off my head, my phone sat next to me on the bus stop bench I was sitting on. Then, my glasses fell onto the ground. Oh is it friday the 13th? Cause, even my glasses left me. I swiftly did my headphones in my bag.

I could first do my headphones in my bag and then quickly take my glasses off the ground, I thought. No problem!

However, at that moment, someone passed by, and the following sounds that came to my ears was a cruncy shatter from likely, someone accidentally stepping on my glasses that were laying on the ground. That's a problem.

After i eventually stored my dead headphones in the case and put it in my bag, my gaze automatically just stared down at the ground. There was, my glasses, now crushed and broken. thousands of little unharmful shards on the ground, well its only unharmful if you have shoes on.

But there, I saw shoes too, probably of a guy, they were pretty dirty, but they were just standing there. Was he the one who stepped on my glasses?

Well, the person who stepped on my glasses probably also heard the crunchy breaking sound. And they stopped in their tracks and looked down. I couldn't even bother looking up. This day is just pitiful. I gotta deal the whole day without glasses? Yeah Goodluck, to me, from me.

And then he started talking, and I heard his voice. And his voice sounds oddly familiar..

"Oh my god-, I'm so, sorry." He said with worry laced in his tone.

Is that Lando Norris..? I looked up and low and behold it was, him. And all the air in my lungs just dissapeared.

He had glasses on, round, black glasses to be more specific.

"It's fine, I guess..?" I responded, knowing that glasses are too pricey, and now I have to buy another one. Should've bought an extra, my other old glasses are slightly broken too.

"You know what?" He half whispered to himself, he was looking slightly puzzled and not looking me but rather, the ground.

I'm not sure if he, himself, even knew his words came out of his mouth.

"Here," he said with a small smile as he handed me his glasses.

"Wait, why are you giving your glasses to me? It's yours," I said, now having his glasses in my hands and pointing the folded pair of glasses towards him.

"I know, but it is the least I can do right now. I could definitely buy glasses for you later." He suggested, carefully picking up my broken glasses from the ground and handing it to me.

I took the crushed glasses and located my glasses case in my bag, he delicately placed it in the velvet case.

I'll deal with that later, I'm now literally talking to my idol—well actually, celebrity crush or bias I guess.

Oh, and did I even mention that? Yeah... my Pinterest boards are kind of, filled with pictures of him. It isn't that odd, probably.

"But how are you gonna buy me glasses?" I asked, still in a sort panicked state.

"Later?"

"Can I have your number?" He just casually said, pulling out his phone.

Woah, okay, i felt those words pin my heart. Not painful, just like a little shocker.

"Then, we can stay in touch and I can buy glasses for you later." He followed up with.

I nodded, and I typed my number on his phone. He took his phone back and looked at it. And had the phone in his hands still.

"Thank you," I said softly. "For the glasses." My shyness is taking over at the wrong time. And I can't stop it. Where's my confidence at?

"No worries, and wait, what's your name?"

"Oh, it's (y/n). You're Lando right?" I grinned a bit. I felt my heart give out signals to my whole body that, 'hey, lando, im freaking out right now'.

He smiled back, typing what's probably my name onto his phone and saving the contact.

"So, a fan of Formula 1?"

I nodded pursing my lips onto eachother forcefully, restricting myself from grinning like an idiot, "yeah, hah.."

The laugh just came out of nowhere, why can't I act like a normal human with the one person I want to be a normal person with? A little humiliating, but I'm ok. Sort of.

I then finally out on his glasses on, I mean it's not perfectly fitting but close enough for me to wear it. I can't believe I'm literally having his glasses on right now.

He looked up from his phone and just smiled, his grin spreading for ear to ear.

"Well I hope you can now see better, cause if im without glasses or contacts I'm practically blind." He joked.

Before any of us could even say another word or sentence, my bus arrived. The headlights were on, the rain was now drizzle. Small, light raindrops falling from the sky being lighten up by the headlights. I stood up and he didn't go away. But stood there, waiting. For me. I don't know what's he's waiting for, but alright.

"I'll see you maybe.. later?"

He smiled, now walking away smiling back at me.

"Yes, lets hope soon." I said back, my heart fluttered so much that it could've flew.

My facial cheeks probably have a whole colour palet of red and pinks. But I'd just blame it on the weather circumstances.

I stepped into the bus, payed, found somewhere to sit and took out my phone.

I was smiling when looking at the new contact on my phone;

Lando Norris.

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CHRISTMAS TIME.

(y/n) and charles were out shopping for christmas until midnight. when it closing hour for the shops they put an end to the shopping spree. but, charles had something in his bags that piqued your curiosity. the only thing he said was: 'it was for someone special.' you tried to shake it off when you wander around for a little bit with him, before you both found a bench to sit on by a tall, lit up christmas tree.

it was a late evening. me and charles just finished shopping for christmas, our bags were filled to the brim with gifts, treats, etc. it has been a few minutes after midnight, the sky was pitch black. so empty. where are the stars?

our deep-rooted friendship has mostly been quiet and silent, what a contrast to his public image. maybe this demeanor was just for me and my odd nature. but if words couldn't be a first choice in communication and strengthening of our bond—the look from his eyes could. that look alone made me absolutely enmoured. but the thing about the quiet friendship is, that he doesn't know I've been pining because of him for so long.

and what if im just not, good or pretty enough for such a man like him? he's a gem, a diamond. and i think he already has a lover of his own, during the shopping spree session, he bought a necklace and a bouquet from those expensive stores. and i questioned him about it, he just said: 'it was for someone special.'

yeah that didn't just ruin my whole night, and the days that will follow after this evening shared by us.

now, we are walking around with multiple bags grasped by our fingers. it was cold, dark and cloudy. the air was frozen, to the point where you could see your breath.

little rays of moonlight escaping from the clouds, shined apon the streets. streets with christmas lights hanging about everywhere. some lights where on trees, some on balconys, some hanging from lamppost to lamppost, like spider webs. they made the streets like a light show, as we walking we admired this magical sight. until, our gaze fixated apon the big christmas tree being surrounded by old, detailed buildings.

we decide to sit on the bench, perfectly placed to the side, so that you could look at the large tree. shining like a popstar on a podium.

we talked a bit, not a full on conversation but leaning more on the 'small talk' side. soft, calm and relaxing. occasionally glancing to eachother.

after it got quiet, i could hear some noices from far away, children singing in a choir at doors nearby, a bell faintly ringing, other people wandering by the shops, etc.

we looked at each other, our faces outlined by the luminous christmas lights that belonged to the large tree. the twinkles in our eyes, the dainty smiles on each other faces, the delicate breeze flowing and just the aura surrounding us. everything was so, divine.

the dark gray clouds slowly shifted east, making the crescent moon visible. it shined beautifully, her radiance shined onto windows of the buildings surrounding the tree. the love-lusting pressure in the frigid air was impossible to miss. may seem stupid, but it was special to me atleast.

then, he placed his hand onto mine, my eyes widening as he placed his cold hand on mine warm hand. my hands were a bit warm because from putting my hands in my pockets almost all the time.

yet, even with the difference of our hands, our hand warmth molded into to a heavenly temperature. like finding the perfect temperature hot chocolate to drink with your hands wrapped around the mug to warm you up, but still drinkable and enjoyable.

with the other hand he had, he pulled out the bouquet from one of the bags that stood firmly on the ground next to the bench. and pointed it at me and sheepishly smiled a bit. i could smell the aromatic scent from the fresh flowers. the eyecontact felt so, personal, homely and just so, calming. with the look in his eyes I fell in love with, he said:

"for you,"

butterflies invaded my stomach, i felt my facial cheeks becoming rosy even in the frosty weather.

"thank you, charles." i gave a faint smile back, taking the bouquet. i could feel his fingertops graze my fingers, his fingertops were also cold, like ice.

i held the bouquet close to me, and our hands stacked on top of eachother again.

maybe it's just an christmas gift, or just a platonic little gift. just remember, don't get your hopes up, brain.

but even the backhanded thoughts in my head couldn't even explain what happend next as something unspectacular or platonic.

i felt his hand stabilized on the mine, my breath hitched a bit amd he started to lean his head closer to me. inch by inch. so i did too.

his hand came closer to my ear, and his fingers delicately tucked hair behind my ear, like a prince from a fairytale.

before we knew it, our lips came together like puzzel pieces. an actual kiss, it felt like a wave of relief and euphoria.

so he does love me back.

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someone save my feed from all the max documtary clips

a "documentary" right...

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⊹˚༘ ๋⋆‧ LANDO.

⊹˚༘ ๋⋆‧ OSCAR.

⊹˚༘ ๋⋆‧ CHARLES.

⊹˚༘ ๋⋆‧ CARLOS.

⊹˚༘ ๋⋆‧ MAX.

⊹˚༘ ๋⋆‧ LEWIS.

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