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alonetimelover · 2 months

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pairing: Newey!reader x Lando Noriss

fc: Sydney Sweeney

summary: When Redbull - the team she supported since being a child - didn't want to let her design the 2023 car, she needed to find someone that would. Here came McLaren, which she brought back to life. And maybe she helped one driver, too. Not only behind the wheel.

warnings: swearing, misogynistic comments

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mclaren

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mclaren Look who's here at the Bahrain Circuit 💋 ynnewey

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ynnewey hello, admin! please take more photos of me when they turn out like this!!!

⤷ mclaren ON IT, BOSS

⤷ landogirly not admin being in love with yn

⤷ mclaren don't act like you're not

maxverstappen1 Traitor.

⤷ ynnewey go away, maximilian. don't you have a test to do?

⤷ maxverstappen1 Done and ready to beat you

⤷ ynnewey it's a long game, babes

⤷ maxverstappen1 We'll see about that

oscarpiastri need to work on that manicure

⤷ ynnewey only if you do one with me

landonorris that's not papaya

⤷ ynnewey I'm learning, landoooo. give me some credit

⤷ landonorris you're new(ey) to it, i get it

⤷ norizzlann that was so bad lando

⤷ formula1fan93 norizz lando at his best

landogirly why is nobody talking about max and yn flirting in the comments?????

⤷ ynneweyfan flirting?? they've been friends for years. and Max is in a relationship

⤷ maxfan93 well, they did date when they were younger

⤷ landogirly NO WAY???? WHY DID I NOT KNOW ABOUT IT??

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f1gossippage

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f1gossippage YN NEWEY was seen arriving at the McLaren Technology Centre after the rather disastrous Bahrain Grand Prix.

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landogirly yn newey in you we trust 🙏🙏🙏

landonorizz please please please we need upgrades

ynneweyfan yn yn yn our saviour

formula1fan93 can she really upgrade them from those engine failures? it's like building another car

formula1fan99 i so want upgrades because without them max is going to be 20 sec in front of everybody....

hater9 working in that?? yeah sure

⤷ ynneweyfan have you heard of changing rooms? and something called working clothes? and maybe, just maybe thought about not commenting on people's appearances?

hater59 you think she'll help you, McLaren? suuuure

hater83 yet another failure

hater99 what is she even going to do? powder the side of the car and put mascara on it?

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mclaren

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mclaren Home race week! And look who is back in the paddock?! Our favourite ynnewey is back with her magic!

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mclaren oh, look! lando and oscar are here, too... hello, boys

ynnewey I'm blushing, admin... where are you??

⤷ mclaren wherever you need me

⤷ ynneweyfan SIMP!

⤷ mclaren ynneweyfan and I am PROUD OF IT

landonorris it's an honour to be remembered when the YN Newey is in the paddock

⤷ oscarpiastri and they even included us in photos!!!!

⤷ ynnewey more enthusiasm, boys

landonorris YN NEWEY IS IN THE PADDOCK????? NO WAY !!!!

⤷ ynnewey that's better, thank you

oscarpiastri HAVE YOU SEEN HER??? QUEEN !!!

⤷ ynnewey you're winning this round Oscar

⤷ landonorris boooo

landogirly MOTHER IS BACK

landogirly mother please say you bring podium worthy upgrades

⤷ ynnewey 👀

ynneweyfan is this yn newey fan account?

⤷ mclaren duh

maxverstappen1 Who are you supporting with that boring outfit?

⤷ ynnewey go away you and your RB merch

⤷ maxverstappen1 Gladly. P1 is awaiting

⤷ landonorris now even a moment without you

⤷ maxverstappen1 Cry about it, I won't see it from the front row

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ynnewey added to her IG story!

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ynnewey

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ynnewey P2 and P3 after quali and P2 and P4 after the race???? im so proud of my papaya boys!!! oscarpiastri my favourite rookie and landonorris the menace that you are (stop stealing my phone) CONGRATULATIONS 🎉🎉🎉🎉

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oscarpiastri wouldn't be possible without the upgrades you and the team brought us!

⤷ ynnewey now i need you on the podium, i cleared mys storage to take LOTS of photos

⤷ oscarpiastri protect your phone from lando or it's gonna be his face only

⤷ landonorris i have a very nice face to look at, thank you

maxverstappen1 Not even a photo or a word about my win? Are we friends?

⤷ ynnewey people are bored max, go away winning somewhere else

⤷ maxverstappen1 Nah, I like beating your boy

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⤷ maxverstappen1 Nah, I like beating your 'papaya boys'

landonorris podium in our home race! LFG BABYYYYYY

⤷ ynnewey please stop taking selfish on my phone

⤷ landonorris i know you love it

landonorris all thanks to you and the team

⤷ ynnewey stop it! or im gonna blush

⤷ landonorris you'll match that pretty lipstick

ynneweyfan WE ARE BACK BABY !!!!

ynneweyfan YN YN YN THE QUEEN THAT YOU ARE

landogirly lando podium after this disastrous beginning of the season???? we are so back

landofan92 so we're not talking about all this flirting in the comments??? my boy is smitten

maxfan93 the way that Max praised YN's job saying that no team has been closer this year to overtake him and make him lose positions

⤷ ynneweyfan he knows what's up!

landoynfan WHY ARE YOU NOT TALKING ABOUT MAX'S DELETED COMMENT? WHO IS HER BOY?????

⤷ landogirly only one true answer - Lando

⤷ ynneweyfan please be true please be true please be true

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f1gossippage

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f1gossippage New F1 power couple unlocked? Today, fans spotted McLaren driver, Lando Norris, and McLaren designer, YN Newey, at the Max Verstappen yacht in Monaco!

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ynneweyfan OH GOD

ynneweyfan I don't want to believe rumours and those photos could be taken in an unfortunate moment but my delusion is taking me places

landogrily LANDO HAS GAME TO PULL THE YN NEWEY???

landofan93 is that really them?

f1fan92 is it even legal? don't they work together?

⤷ landofan93 it all depends on company policy, i think

maxandynfan i love how max is their third wheel or the wingman

⤷ ynneweyfan YES! simultaneously being her ex??? i love when people who loved each other once can still manage being friends

⤷ ynsmybestie yn said multiple times that Max is her first love and she could never stop loving him. max said the same about not being able to forget your first love but converting it from the romantic to almost domestic

⤷ ynneweyfan yes! and the way Kelly and P love her is undeniable

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landonorris and ynnewey added to their IG stories!

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Watch: Oscar and Lando take the lie detector test! from McLaren YouTube channel!

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ynnewey and landonorris added to their IG stories!

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ynnewey

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ynnewey 💐🫶

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danielricciardo my photos made it to the dump, i know that's right

⤷ ynnewey couldn't resist really, danny

maxverstappen1 IT IS CONFIRMED ?!

⤷ ynnewey this is the most excitement you showed in the last few years

⤷ maxverstappen1 Because you didn't update the situation to me!

⤷ ynnewey Muffins?

⤷ maxverstappen1 😊

oscarpiastri second post in a row to make an appearance 🤗 are you playing favourites?

⤷ ynnewey shhhh, someone might get jealous

landonorris nice flowers

⤷ ynnewey thx!

landogirly STAY CALM STAY CALM STAY CALM

landogirly STAY FREAKING CALM

landogirly MY WIFE IS SOFT LAUNCHING??? AND IT'S NOT ME?

landogirly cannot believe that lando bagged a baddie like yn

ynneweyfan EXCUSE ME

ynneweyfan orange flowers ✔️ cutie patootie boyfriend ✔️ slightly spicy mirror photo ✔️ THIS IS WHAT I CALL THE SOFT LAUNCH

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hater94 oh so now oscar can be sure to be forgotten on new upgrades, eh?

hater03 don't you work together?

hater93 now we know how and why you got the job

⤷ landonorris Hard work, sleepless nights and unimaginable amount of hours studying, understanding and perfecting all the concepts to upgrade our cars to fight for podiums? Yes, this is exactly how and why YN got the job.

⤷ landogirly LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK!!!

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landonorris

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landonorris nothing soft about us

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ynnewey what is this caption???

⤷ landonorris come to the living room and find out

⤷ danielricciardo LANDO! you're a baby! STOP IT

⤷ maxverstappen1 That's disgusting.

ynnewey Loooooove youuuu 🫶

⤷ landonorris nah, I love you ❤️

maxverstappen1 You are very welcome. And now stop smooching near me, that's disgusting

⤷ ynnewey boooo

danielricciardo little lando has a girlfriend 🥹

oscarpiastri Favourism!

⤷ landonorris oh shut up

⤷ ynnewey You're still my favourite, Oscah

⤷ landonorris excuse me???

landogirly HARD LAUNCH

ynneweyfan the hottest couple on the paddock

landofan93 yn looking like a goddess she is

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landofan84 not him getting a girlfriend before me

landofan02 bagged a baddie and is going to throw it at our faces at any point he gets

⤷ landonorris you are so right

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earlgreyflowers · 5 months

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Ahh that prompt list is soo good! Could I please have 43 & 44 with Lando? Like best friends to lovers, they've secretly pined for years, Max has always known and eventually brings them together. So like they confess to each other and it swiftly gets hot, like they don't have time to get a condom so Lando's like (44). Thank you!

This one got away from me... Enjoy

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You find yourself in the McLaren garage at Interlagos, squeezing Max's wrist so hard that he slaps you off him. "Fucking hell Y/N, what's with the death grip?" Max scoffs, rubbing his hand over his sore wrist. "I just hate watching him race, it makes me so nervous." You mumble, covering the mic of your headset. "He'll be fine, he just has to hold P2 for the next few laps, which he will." Max assures, turning his eyes back to the screen following Lando's car.

He does just that, crossing the line 8 seconds behind Verstappen. Driving up to the P2 position you watch as he deftly pulls himself out of the car, admiring your best friend. Lando comes straight to you at the barrier, wrapping his arms around you and Max, "My good luck charms!" He beams as Max slaps him on the back, congratulating him on yet another podium. You can't help but smile as you watch your best friend get showered with love, and later champagne on the podium. Max watches you, "Stop with the heart eyes Y/N or he'll notice." He laughes.

"Fuck off Max," You laugh, punching him in the arm before continuing to cheer for Lando.

A few minutes later you find yourself in Lando's driver room, sat on the couch whilst he strips out of his racing suit, leaving him in the skin tight fireproofs. You can't help but admire the way they contort to his muscles, emphasising his physique. You hadn't realised you were staring until Lando coughs, "Y/N?" He asks.

You shake yourself from your daydream, "Yeah? What?" You cough out, heat rising to your cheeks. Lando squints at you in confusion, "Are you okay? You were gone for a minute there." He laughs, a hint of nervousness in his tone. "Yeah, yeah I'm good," You stutter out, "Just proud of you."

"Yeah?" Lando questions and you have to suppress a groan at his smirk.

"Mhm." You squeak, biting your lip. Lando's eyes watch the way your teeth encase your bottom lip, smirk growing by the second.

He stalks towards you, placing his index finger on your chin and lifts your head to face him. "Tell me the truth Y/N." He whispers, his eyes soft.

"I can't." You sigh, closing your eyes at his touch.

"Do you want me?" He questions, leaning so close you can feel his breath fan over your cheek. He presses a feather light kiss to it, something he's done a million times before, but this one was different.

"You have no idea how much I want you."

That's all it takes for Lando to slam his lips onto yours, your hands immediately reaching for the curls you've longed too touch for so long. His tongue swipes across your lips and you grant him access all too easily. His muffled groan at the feeling of your tongue only spurs you on further, your hands roaming his chest, desperately trying to remove his fireproofs. Lando chuckles at your desperation, "God if I knew you wanted me this bad I would've believed Max much sooner."

You smile into the kiss, "That sly little shit." You mutter, making Lando smile too. He reaches down and tugs at the hem of your shirt, breaking the kiss to begin removing his fireproofs. Both of you strip in record time, panting heavily as you stare at each other half naked for the first time. You open your mouth to speak but before you can Lando pounces, pressing sloppy wet kisses across your neck and down your chest. He reaches the buttons of your jeans, flicking them open in one swift movement before dragging the zipper down with his teeth.

You're left in just your underwear, thankful you'd chosen your race day set. A papaya orange thong with matching lacy bra. Lando groans at the sight, "Jesus Christ, can I-?" He begins to ask.

"Yes, God, yes please you don't have to ask." You plead, curling your fingers in his hair once more as he licks a stripe up your pussy. You moan loudly, pushing him deeper. He doesn't hesitate, his tongue exploring every inch of you, groaning at your taste. He collects your wetness on his tongue, allowing the taste to coat his mouth. His tongue flicks at your clit, relishing in the way your stomach clenches at the action. He doesn't stop, he can't stop. His tongue dips down to your entrance, pushing into the pulsing hole.

He continues his ministrations, fucking your hole with his tongue, not caring if he gets smothered by your thighs. His head shakes in between your legs, his nose rubbing your clit with every move. "Oh my god, Lando, fuck me." You moan, grinding yourself against his face. He pulls away, "I'm so sorry but I have to be inside you, I've waited too long." He mumbles, pulling down his underwear and climbing on top of you.

He runs the tip of his cock through your folds, drowning himself in your wetness. You admire his face as he does so, goatee soaked with your arousal and lips swollen with his efforts. Just as he begins to push in you stop him, "Condom?" You ask. Lando's face falls, "I didn't think about that, fuck, I don't have any." He whines, burying his face in your neck with a low groan. "For fuck's sake."

"It's okay, fuck me, I'm clean and I, uh, I trust you." You mutter, watching his pupils dilate with your words as his smirk returns.

"I'll just have to cum inside you then." He whispers, placing a soft kiss on your lips before guiding himself inside you. He groans at the feeling of your walls wrapping around his cock, fluttering with anticipation. "You are an angel, feel so good." He slurs, slipping his cock in and out, fixated at the way your juices coat him.

"Lando, I'm so close already." You moan, his fingers moving to rub your clit. "I know baby, me too." He kisses your neck, "Wanted this so long, can't wait to fill you up." He murmurs, your heels pressing him deeper inside you. Your back arches, feeling the pit grow in your stomach with every move. "Fuck." You stutter out, your walls clenching around his cock.

"That's it baby." He urges, "Soak me." You cum around him with a moan, his hips stuttering with the sudden tightness. He rubs your clit through it, letting the aftershocks settle before dropping to his elbows. He whimpers in your ear, "Beg me to cum inside you baby, please, I need it." The desperation in his tone clear.

"Please Lando, want to feel you fill me up. Needed it for so long, I'm yours, please." You whisper, sucking soft marks into his neck. His hips slam deep into yours as his cock twitches, pumping you full. His head falls to your shoulder, sweat coating your bodies.

"Holy shit." He whispers. "Max is never letting me live this one down." He laughs.

"Expect quite the 'I told you so' when we leave." You say in response, standing to find your clothes.

"Don't you need to pee?" Lando questions, changing into his post-race outfit. You shrug, "I probably should but I'll do it when we get back to the hotel, then I'll shower, you're very sweaty." He laughs at the disgust in your tone, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

The pair of you leave his drivers' room, hair tussled and cheeks red.

"I fucking told you so." Max tells Lando in the car on the way back, suffering yet another hit, this time from his best friend.

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natailiatulls07 · 8 months

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Fake lovers

Lando Norris x female!driver!reader

Summary - McLaren wants to repair Landos image and Lando just wants to protect the papaya sunshine

Warning - one night stands (not between Lando and the reader), alcoholism, doing drugs, stalking and stalker, violence, sexualising, harassment

Reader drives for McLaren

McLaren had a problem. One of their drivers was creating a bad reputation for himself, partying every night, different girl in his bed every night and same old hangover the next morning. Lando was painting a bad picture for McLaren, making them look like they took on someone incapable of taking care of themselves and those around them.

Yet McLaren had another driver, Y/n L/n. She was their golden girl, new to the formula one business, quickly getting to grips with each car and track. Never was she painting a negative image of McLaren, the complete opposite to her teammate, Lando.

It was similar on track, Lando would always find a way to fumble on track and then would proceed to let out his anger towards the team, the other teams and the press but not his teammates. Headlines filled with his frustration and attitude.

F1 News

Once again, Lando Norris has become unruly to anyone in his way. Will this once golden boy ever get his shine back or is his future in formula one just dull?

But Y/n L/n, oh how the fans loved her. Always stopping to sign anything, to take photos or even to just have a genuine conversation. On track, she’d try to avoid any collisions, penalties or arguments. Even if she didn’t get on that podium, you’d see her sporting a proud and exciting smile whilst looking up the three on the podium.

In contrast to her teammate, Y/n’s headlines were seemingly always positive.

F1 News

McLarens golden girl is back from the summer break and she is better than ever. She is smashing the drivers into the dirt, yet also being very polite. How can anyone be mad at the rookie?

McLaren needed to get the situation under control, get Lando back to his normal self. Everyone could see him losing himself to drugs, alcohol and sex, and McLaren wanted to save him before it was too late.

So that is why McLaren came up with the plan to get the two drivers to 'date'. They planned this to inprove Lando's image.

That’s how’s Lando ending up standing outside Y/n’s apartment. Knocking on the door, he heard a faint call from inside. “One second, sorry let yourself in”

She had known it was him. Clumsily Y/n had lost track of time, and was late getting ready.

Walking in, Lando found Y/n rushing around her bedroom. “Hi..” He was nervous, not used to this old school ‘romantic’ situation.

Usually he’d be getting ready to go to yet another club to get yet another girl that he would sleep with and never remember her again. But he was here, watching his current teammate and soon to be fake girlfriend rushing around her bedroom before their fake date.

“Hey, I’m so sorry! I was reading and sort of lost time” Y/n quickly looked up from her vanity where she was finishing her makeup, she had a genuine shameful and sorry look in her eyes.

“It’s um it’s okay” This was totally not his element, however he felt somewhat comfortable. Anyone who had spent some time in Y/n’s presence could tell you that she had that relaxing aura about herself.

“You can make yourself at home if you want, I won’t be that long” Once again Y/n looked up at the British man offering a kind smile, she was just finishing her mascara.

Lando nodded his head before making his way towards the cozy living room. Fairy lights lit the room with a tranquil vibe.

It wasn’t long before Y/n’s heels started to echo throughout the small Monte Carlo apartment. Lando looked up from his phone to see her walking out of the bedroom.

She was wearing a dainty black dress. “Are you ready?” Y/n sent Lando a small graceful smile, whilst he got up from the the soft couch.

“Yep let’s go..” His voice was still quiet, still apprehensive of the whole plan.

At first he refused the plan; despite not caring about those around him, he felt bad for bring this sunshine of a driver into his problems.

Lando knew of the hate he got for his attitude and his lifestyle. And he desperately wanted to keep her away from those people who looked on him that way.

That evening, Lando swapped out constant drinks for nonalcoholic drinks. He swapped out multiple girls at once for one soft spoken and genuine women who was patient and easygoing.

They spoke openly with each other for hours whilst at the restaurant. Speaking up until a waitress, who was slightly nervous to be waitering two formula one drivers, came over to notify them that the restaurant was closing.

“You know…I don’t agree with what the media or the press say about you..” They were making a slow pace back towards her apartment, when she looked up at him with sympathy.

“To be honest I don’t care, I mean I see them but I don’t take them to heart” Lando had a awkward smile following his comment.

“But you don’t deserve it…like that one time when we were waiting for post race press, you let me borrow your jacket because I forgot mine” It was back when they were in Canada, the weather was horrible.

And whilst they were waiting for their press interviews, Lando had noticed how every so often Y/n would shiver. So he shrugged off his papaya McLaren jacket before pulling it over her shoulder. Of course, Y/n was quick to protest against it politely as to which Lando quickly turned her arguments down.

As they continued to slowly walk back, Lando didn’t reply to her comment. He wanted to agree with her but he knew that his career was on a downward spiral.

The next morning, the two driver woke up in their individual apartments to many articles with several paparazzi photos of their ‘date’

F1 News

McLaren’s resident bad boy and their resident good girl has chemistry brewing between themselves. They were seen in Monte Carlo on a date, different to Lando Norris’ usual evenings in different clubs.

Has the bad boy gone good for the golden girl? What will this mean for formula one’s good girl? Will Norris just dispose of L/n like the many other girls he brought home or is this different?

See picture below 👇

Over the next few of months, both Y/n and Lando started to attend more events together, going on more ‘dates’ and even becoming more and more affectionate in the paddock. It quickly felt normal to have that affection with each other.

Soon enough the media and the press started to calm down on Lando, they saw how his lifestyle changed.

He went from night clubs to cafe dates. Most of Lando’s time was consumed with the sunshine that was his fake girlfriend but he didn’t complain. He loved it!

“Hey Lando..” Y/n called from the living room.

“Yeah?” Lando was in the kitchen, making both himself and her a quick snack.

“The guy in my instagram dm’s just sent me a text…” Over the past couple of months a random guy had been sending Y/n uncomfortable texts.

Some were more concerning then others;

Oh doll, I’d love to see you in my bed

Your boyfriend doesn’t deserve your body, come to me babygirl

I know where you live little lady, you might as well come to me now

Every time, Y/n would block and report him yet he would make other accounts before continuing. Each time Lando would send him a dm, protecting her.

“Okay please give me the phone” Walking back into the living room, Lando was handed her phone.

He quickly sent the older man a message once again protecting the poor driver. Sitting beside Y/n on the couch, but his typing was cut short when there was a knock on the apartment door.

“I’ll get it” Getting up from the couch, Y/n slipped on her soft slippers before making her way to the door.

Upon opening the door, she was greeted with the same man who had been harassing her on instagram. “Hey little lady”

He had a creepy and sickening smile on his face, Y/n could smell the strong smell of alcohol radiating off of him.

As soon as Lando heard the old man’s greeting he was up from the couch immediately, making his way to stand in front of Y/n.

“Sir please can you leave my girlfriend alone both here and in the future, it is very clear that she is beyond distressed” Lando urged the man to leave.

“Why should I listen to you? You want her for the same reasons as me, you might as well share her” He wasn’t listening, just continuing to harass the girl.

“No. I am asking you to leave out of her life completely because she is my girlfriend, not some sex whore, the love of my life and as her boyfriend it is my duty to love and protect her from people like you”

It was when the man started to laugh that Lando pulled forward, colliding his fist with the man’s sickening face.

“Right, I don’t like the way you are talking and laughing about my girlfriend like she is a fucking object! So do us all a fucking favour, fuck off out of her life and my life too!”

It wasn’t long before the older man started to practically run off with his tail between his legs back to the apartment building exit.

Once until he was long out of Lando’s sight when he turned to face Y/n, who had a frightened and bewildered facial expression.

“It’s okay he’s gone..” Pulling her into his chest, Lando let her calm down in his arms, listening to his heartbeat through his thin cotton t-shirt.

After an hour of sitting on the couch watching Y/n’s comfort film, she turned to Lando who was sat close by her.

“You know you didn’t have to do that…I mean I totally appreciate it a lot but I don’t want you to burden yourself with my problems…” Along with being a golden girl, Y/n struggled to let people help her with her issues.

This didn’t surprise Lando, he knew it wouldn’t be long for her to apologise for no reason. “I’m going to stop you right there.” Taking a quick deep breath, Lando looked over at the shameful look in her eyes. “I did that because you are the love of my life…I am here to protect you. You are the sweetest, most pure and giving girl, I know…I love you Y/n”

That shameful look in Y/n’s eyes soon turned into confusion. “Lando, we’re um we’re alone…you know we don’t have to act like this..”

“I’m not acting, what I just said is the truth” Before Y/n could reply to his comment, Lando pulled their faces together colliding their lips.

Y/n’s lips were soft on his, he could taste her strawberry lip balm. It felt like fireworks were going off behind Y/n.

Pulling back, a small smile made its way onto her lips. “I think I love you too” Y/n’s voice quiet but sure.

“Well that’s good to hear, Darling”

It was true, McLaren’s golden girl had fixed their bad boys image and reputation. He was happy to be with her whilst she lost her track of time with her head in a book.

He was happy to indulge in her healthy and easygoing lifestyle and personality. All because he loved her, just for herself.

He was grateful for the early nights and slow bittersweet mornings. Grateful for her.

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norrisleclercf1 · 5 months

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For when you're in "dad driver mood": Carlos who has his driver room full of drawings that his children gift him and a Ferrari video of the drivers showing their driver's room so he being a proud dad explains all the art

A/N: Goddammit, I was moody like Batman but this made me soft! Writing this and then back to the angst

"Papa, I have a new one." Carlos looks down, seeing the smiling face of his boy Hugo. The little boy's glasses making his eyes extra big and his smile causing the glasses to be crooked.

Not even thinking, Carlos drops to his knees smiling as he brings the boy into his arms. "Yeah, what'd you draw this time?" Hugo was left drawing with his twin and sister Maria, and they loved drawing for their Papa. "You and oncles" Carlos chuckles, as Hugo couldn't quiet pronounce Uncles yet.

Carlos kisses the top of Hugo's head, hating that he had to leave his babies again. But, he was the last stint of the season, so he could make it. "Carlos, Charles is here." You peak into your bedroom, a small frown on your face seeing your two boys.

Hugo starts to pout, hating when Carlos had to leave. "Eh, don't frown. Papa will be back soon, but" Carlos stands holding Hugo in his arms and the picture in his hands. "I'll take this, to remember you, yes?" Hugo nods his head as you grab Carlos's luggage and lead him to the excited talking of Maria.

"And then Papa threw me in the pool! It was so cool; do you have a pool, Sha? Mama says you do, but I don't believe her. Can you let Papa win one race?"

You and Carlos share a look as you round the corner seeing a frazzled Charles Leclerc, as he stares down at your 4-year-old. "Maria," The little girl turns, her dark hair slapping Charles's knees as she rushes towards her Papa.

"She's um," You laugh knowing what Charles means as Carlos talks gently to the twins. Maria was far more outgoing then Hugo, having taken on the role of big sister. "Yeah, she is." Charles smiles, seeing the picture in Carlos's hand.

"A new one hm? His wall is already covered, don't know how he has the space." Charles takes the luggage from your hand as he loads it up, the twins following. "Keeps them in a folder, switches them out." Carlos sighs, and you can see the tug of war in his head about leaving.

"Hey," Tugging his shirt you smile, kissing him gently. "You come back, in one piece, and we can talk about that third hm?" Carlos chuckles the dark cloud over his head leaving. "Yeah, I need some new art." He whispers.

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"Woah, this...is a lot." Charles cringes, feeling bad for the new intern as Carlos whips out all of the twin's art over the 4 years of their lives. "Si, but it reminds me of home. Oh, here." Carlos pulls one out of the pile and shows them, the intern snorts are the blob of orange and red.

"Mine and Lando's podium, was supposed to give it to him but, Hugo drew it." The intern smiles, melting almost as the utter love and softness that covers Carlos's face. "Eh, here's another." Carlos shows the intern one by Maria.

It was mainly just red and some figures but the intern was able to figure it out. "You and Mr. Leclerc?" Carlos nods his head happily as he keeps showing off all the art and everyone in the garage watches.

"What's going on?" Charles turns seeing a confused Lando and Max. "The intern asked about the twin's art." "Oh, poor bloke."

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godessanonymous · 4 months

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LN4 - Reporting

Request: No. Genre: Fluff, Comfort Triggers: Sexual Assault (Graphic) Summary: You are a reporter working the F1 Japanese GP weekend, during a interview you get attacked. Struggleing with the aftermath, lando comes by to help you cope.

Not proofread - 2.8k Words

It was a beautiful day at the Suzuka GP during the 2023 season of F1, it was your second year of being a reporter in the motorsport scene, doing content with the teams and even becoming friends with a good portion of the drivers. Specifically the top runners since they were the ones you interviewed the most, even being invited to team dinners along with Lissie and other media personel.

It was a beautiful and sunny day, Max had secured another P1 finish and the McLarens had made it a 2-3. Oscar was still doing a different interview but Max Verstappen and Lando Norris had blessed your booth with their presence, it was loud. Fans all around you as you were set up pretty much in the middle of the paddock. This was a usual scene for you, it was where you felt really in your element, going with the flow of things and especially getting some exciting content done.

Both drivers gave you a big smile when they arrived at the spot designated for them. You hadn’t seen eachother in a week, it would be time for some proper catchup after the media duties were finally done. Since it was warm you were wearing a breathtaking flowery croptop praired with a pair of white pants, the outfit coming together summery yet still professional.

“Good day to the two of you, congratulations on your top finishes today, I hope you are very proud of yourselves. That was amazing to watch.” You started of the questioning as you gave the camera a smile. Behind the camera were only a couple of people, max and landos PR Managers as well as a camera operator and your own manager. Most of the tech part was done in a building not to far from you.

The Paddock didn’t allow too much space for any more people really. The only barrier between you and the fans being a volunteer and some drawn lines on the ground.

You were about half way through your interview and the drivers had been nicely awnsering all of your questions, throwing a joke in here and there.

You noticed the crowd behind you getting louder and a little bit more unsetteled but you couldn’t check, just relying on your hearing. What was going on? Probably just someone causing a little mayhem, Is what you told yourself, trying to focus on the task at hand. You noticed these kind of changes in your environment fairly easily, It was natural to be this hyper vigilant ever since you had been attacked by a mad man at the bar not accepting your decline as he tried to make advances toward you.

You hated to think about what that night did to you, how dirty you felt and how hurt you were. Since then your quick thinking and being able to read situations had saved you more than once. It was good but also tiring to be this aware at any given time in public.

Trying not to get lost in your own thoughts you turned your attention back to the motorsport athletes in front of you. Your next question was specifically for the young McLaren Driver. You took a breath and started your next question, “How does it feel to get a double podium-“ Especially with your teammate still being a rookie, That was how I wanted to end the question but I didn’t get to.

The murmurs of the crowd had gotten alarmingly loud but it was already too late to react. A arm snaked around my body from behind, a hand gripping your hair tightly and tugging your head backwards. Your head was spinning, the painful force of the pull on your long hair making your senses give up on you. Your hearing was gone, yet everything moved so slowly. Both hands of the tall figure attacking you from behind now grabbing your chest and squeezing both your breasts. What was happening?! Your body was spun around, and you saw the ground getting closer to my face, body and mind still somewhat frozen in place as all you could do was watch the asphalt of the paddock street racing towards you. The second your body hit the floor was when the time went back to normal. It was loud, deafening almost. Someone was yelling, people were leaping towards you. The crushing weight of the man still on your body, pressing up against your upper body, knees on your thigh, Pinned down. Your head had hit the floor and ur knees and hands were burning with the sensation of the rough material scraping the skin of the areas of your body taking the impact.

Then all of a sudden the weight on your body was gone, everything hurt. A arm reached for you, you body flinching at the movement. Someone was talking, what were they saying?

“Hey- you? Hey hey y/n, y/n-“ Your name was being called. Your vision starts to clear just enough to make out the two familiar faces looking at you with concern. “Are you okay?” you could finally make out the words. “Im- what. I’m okay..” was all you were able to say. You regained the feeling of your body. Looking around, you could see security making their way towards you.

Next to you was Max, holding down the man that must have been your attacker. He was ugly, disgusting, a disgusting human if you could even call him human. He was more an animal, the way he attacked you. On live TV. The realization that you might still be live hit you like a rock. You scrambled to get up. Your body barely complying.

“Don’t. Let the medics check you out. You hit your head darling.” The firm voice of Lando ordered. “No I’m okay, promise.” Was all you answered.

Security having taken over the violent man from Maxes strong grip. You gave a questioning look to your Manager, “Still live, are you good to finish and then we will stop for the day?”, they seriously wanted her to continue after what had just happened? All you wanted to do was run away, hide and wash the feeling of those rouge hands on your body .

You didn’t have time to answer as the camera pointed back at you. With quick fingers you fixed your blouse, wrapping your arms around the front of your body before letting out a sentence of goodbyes, “I’m sure some of you saw what just happened and have understanding for this interview having to be cut short. I am okay. See you next time.” Is what you managed to get out before the camera stopped rolling with a quiet click. The crew of the interview pierced its way towards the closed of part of the paddock.

As soon as you had arrived in safety, most people left. Max shooting you a sad look as he left. Only your manager, Landos and Lando himself stayed behind as they placed you in a small room. You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t say anything. It was like your mouth was glued shut. Memories of your previous experience resurfacing as the fresh feeling of those hands on you still ached badly. “Hey love, its okay, you’re safe. Tell us what you need.” Maya, your manager was the first to speak.

“Home.” Is all you could get out. It sounded chocked like there was someone wrapping their hand around your throat and squeezing it tightly. The room was silent, not even bubbly Lando daring to speak a word has he saw your emotionless body sit there, contemplating everything. They gave you a understanding look and it wasn’t long until you were in the back of a car being taken back to your hotel.

You don’t remember the way up to your hotel room, unlocking the door and thrown yourself onto the floor beside your bed. The images weren’t relenting, the disgusting feeling on your skin making you itch at it in a attempt to rid yourself of the stains of hands and body on your skin. It had made of feel helpless, like you didn’t stand a chance, why did it happen again. Why did that man do that, was it your fault? Had you done something? A rational part of you knowing its not your own fault, but your body feeling like you were the one that had done something wrong. Its sad what society made you believe. Your limbs start to tremble as the panic takes over your body.

You don’t know how much time has passed when your mind finally lets a little loose on the grip it has on your body and flashbacks. You try to sort your thoughts. Shower. That’s all you wanted, to get clean, atleast as much as you could after the events not even 2 hours earlier. The events the racetrack were probably calming down about now. The teams would still be working for a while but the fans were probably slowly thinning out.

Heaving your heavy body of the floor you made your way towards the big bathroom of you hotel room. Clothes being tossed carelessly into a corner somewhere along the way, you grabbed a oversized hoodie and some shorts, something clean to wear after you were done. You felt very empty all of a sudden, no tears leaving your eyes anymore. The hot water of the shower made you feel just a tiny bit better, as you took war to your body scrubbing down from head to toe. The shampoo burning on the cuts on your knees and hands, your head still hurting. The skin of your Chest and shoulders being red as you stepped out of the steamy class cabin. You didn’t have any strength left in you, quickly throwing on the tshirt and shorts before collapsing onto the soft carpet laying in front of the sink. Curling up and drowning in memories again. This time not shaking, not crying… just laying there, existing.

It felt like you’d been laying there for weeks but in reality it must have only been a couple of minutes. Your hair still dripping wet. You snapped out of your trance when you heard the door of your room unlock. Who was it? No one else had a keycard? You were a little scared but also didn’t have it in you to move. Slowly steps moved into the dark room. “y/n? Are you here? Its Lando” The voice of the McLaren driver called through the room. You didn’t answer. Lando must have noticed the lights in the bathroom, the door half way open. You saw his head peek around the corner, hesitating not wanting to invade your privacy.

His heart hurt looking at your slumped figure on the floor. “I’m just here to check up on you after what happened. I’m so so sorry love. Is it okay if I come in?” he asked, something so soft about his voice. A raspy yeah escaped your lips, barely loud enough for him to hear you. He walked in, slowly lowering himself to your vision as he sat down not to far away from you, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. You also slowly started to lift yourself off the floor, almost getting dizzy as you did so. You took better look at the concerned man in front of you. He had a little first aid packet and some chocolate in his hands.

“Why are you here?” you said, it just slipped out and probably sounded a little more rude than you wanted to. “I wanted to see if I can help you, you looked so hurt when you left, im just incredibly worried. If you need space I can leave but please check in with me or someone else, I don’t want you to do anything stupid.” He said now looking insecure about his decision to come see you. “No. Please stay. I don’t want to be alone Lan.” You choked out before you could stop it. God you felt stupid, like a burden. His gaze onto you softened even more than it already had. “Anything I can do for you?” “Actually yes, can you help me dry my hair? It hurts my hands when I do it..” this was so embarrassing you whised the ground would just swallow you up.

But Lando didn’t bat an eye as he slowly got up and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around your head and drying your hair with slow motions, you flinched at the initial contact and he hesitated for a second before he kept going. Once your hair was only left to be a little bit damp he took the towel away and stood up again. “Good?” “Good.” You said satisfied with the result. “Thank you.” You heaved yourself up on shaky legs making your way towards the bed. You sat on the edge. Lando coming out of the bathroom walked over and knelt infront of you.

You shot him a confused look as he pulled out the first aid kit again. “is it okay if I put some bandages on those cuts?” he asked gently. You nodded. “this might sting.” He quickly warned before spraying some disinfectant on the wounds. It stung, you let out a spall pained noise. He looked at you your pain almost reflecting in his blue eyes. “is it okay if I touch you? Just to put the bandage on? You can do it yourself if you don’t want me to touch you?” He said. He actually asked for your constent. Something inside you melted at that, why didn’t everyone act like this. Why did some people take your consent for granted, abuse you and take away control over yourself. Why? You nodded again, and the white bandage soon made contact with the bruised skin of first your knees then your hands. He was so gentle, looking up for your approval before doing anything. He was so cautious, so gentle, it made you want to give HIM a hug. You sat up on the bed, resting against the headboard, scooting over a bit so there was space for lando. After a small thinking break he took the offer and sat down on the other side of the bed.

There was a akward silence for a while, Lando wanting to give you the chance to speak if you wanted too. After a couple of minutes you finally broke. “You know this isn’t the first time something like this has happened to me?” He looked at you with hurt puppy eyes. “I feel so disgusting, dirty, I know its not my fault but I also don’t. I can still feel his hands, his body on mine. I hate this so much-“ is all you can get out of your mouth before the flood of tears start streaming down your face. Here you are crying infront of fucking Lando Norris. Yes you were thankful he was there to help you but you never wanted anyone to see you like this. Broken. “Im so sorry love, what do you need, anything I can do to help you right now?” He said, he looked so loving, caring, just wanting to help you. “A hug, hold me for a second please….” You say, he looks at you concerned. But scoots a little closer. Arms open with a tiny smile on his lips. It’s a invitation to initiate contact how you liked it, not wanting to overstep. You gladly take up his inviting gesture, scoot closer and collapse into his arms.

Youre sobbing into his hoodie, head on the young drivers chest, his chin resting on the top of your head. His steady heartbeat giving you something to listen to, to focus on, getting his breathing in sync with your own. His strong arms are now wrapped around you firmly. One hand slowly stroking your hair. Faint, whispered words spilling from his mouth. “Youre safe love. Deep breaths.” And so on. His embrace making you feel safe and protected, slowly, very slowly slowing down your sobbing shaking body into a puddle of soft emotional embrace. You cries slowly but surely die down and he begins softly humming a song you cant quite make out, the vibration of his chest being weirdly soothing. His body radiated warmth as you began to feel more and more tired. “Thank you Lan.” You mumble slowly drifting off. You had never felt as safe as in Landos arms right now. “Always love. You ll be okay I promise. And im always here to help you when you need me.” He answers. Last thing you feel is his hand drawing circles on your back and the hand in your hair slowing down before you both drifted off to the land of the dreams… Sorry this was sad as fuck but it is what it is, thank you for reading my first official one shot :>

#f1 x reader #lando norris #comfort fic #f1 one shot #f1 #f1 fanfic #formula 1 #formula one fanfiction

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adventuringblind · 7 months

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Hello darling🤍 I have a request about Lando x fem!reader, were she is a lawyer for another f1 team (maybe ferrrari), so they had to hide their relationship from the media. So during a race Lando got a P3 and Charles P1, he gets so jealous when see her cheering on Charles’s victory.

But when they come back to the hotel, he was a bit cold towards her, and decide to explain why; sooo she show him how much she is proud of him. *smirk😏*

Sooo I hope you like my ideaaa, I love jealous Lando🥹🥹

Btw, thanks for all your works🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

The Law of Lando

Genre: angst?, smut, fluff

Summary: Lando is a jealous boy and reader tells him there is no reason to be.

Warnings: jealous Lando, Sexual innuendo

Notes: soooooo not sure if this was the exact idea but I tried and I hope you like it T_T

Masterlist

Being a lawyer for Ferrari is no easy feat. It's even harder when you have to hide a relationship with someone from another team.

Her and Lando fit this perfectly. To perfectly, actually, since it's their exact situation. It's not ideal, but they make it work.

This particular race they are at brings her the most stressful two hours of her life. Her friend, a driver for her team, ends in first. Her lover ends the race in third.

Unfortunately, team obligations come first. She sends Lando a text with her love and congratulations. She tells him she will see him back at the hotel later for post reace celebrations.

It feels like hours until she's dragging her tired bones back to Lando's room. Giving to regard to anyone who might be looking. She was covered up, sure, but she wasn't necessarily being as discreet as normal.

The welcome she gets from Lando is cold and distant. Which is odd, considering he made podium today. She greets him with a big smile and a warm hug. Lando simply shrugs her off and goes back to whatever he was doing before she got there.

She takes off her shoes and jacket. Her Ferrari polo is 1still on her body. Something about it has Lando glaring at her.

"Please tell me what's going on. You're scaring me a little." She says, though the last part is more of a mumble.

Lando sighs and finally looks at her completely. "Maybe - I might be a little jealous."

She searches her brain for what could've made him jealous. Only to find confusion and frustration at not remember what she might have done to cause this.

This time, Lando drags her to bed with him. "I saw you celebrating Charles, and I wanted it to be me."

She nods in understanding. The pieces are falling into place now. "Mm sorry Lan, didn't mean to make you upset."

"No, it's not your fault. I know you have to do team things first. It's just hard not to be jealous when my beautiful girlfriend is celebrating another."

She taps her chin in consideration. "Maybe I can celebrate you now?" She smirks.

"What do you have in mind?" Lando plasters a cheey smile on his face. He definitely knows what she has in mind.

It may not be a winners celebration yet. But when he gets there, you better believe he will be making the whole world jealous with his girl."

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fiveredlights · 10 days

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Okay I need to know things from literally ALL of the wip’s 😂

But I guess the ones that intrigue me the most are the post AUS2024 fic, the alternate Vegas 2023 story and the lmao daniel retirement fic!!

But like I said, I want to know all things lol! You are like one of my favourite authors ❤️

P.S. please feel no pressure to update, write or anything. Take your time

beth you ask and i will dutifully answer, gonna put everything under the cut because this is a long post 🫡

snippets: ausgp 2024/you're on another path

so fun fact about this one i wrote it post quali, and i had planned to post it after the race was done so i a "pre-wrote" two endings. i wasn't going to because i was gonna be like "oh max will win but something bad might happen to daniel" so i had this ready to go:

and i was sitting in the grandstand watching max's car explode in the pitlane and all i could think about was "did i do this. again" and honestly who knows.

Daniel’s already lying down face first on the bed when Max makes it back to their hotel room. He’s been doing it a lot recently after races, opening the door to their hotel room and just starfishing on the bed, unmoving until Max gently coaxes him to actually sleep.

God, if his twenty-something year old self could see him now.

Yeah, you’re back at the team you started with—no not HRT, that’s gone now, yes the Red Bull—not junior—sister team. The Red Bull seat? Yeah, not yours anymore, and it’s looking like it’s gonna stay that way. No, no podium at your home race, more like qualifying P18 because you were an idiot and drove over track limits. Points? Well, you had a good chance but I guess luck just wasn’t on your side yet again.

Oh, and that young and upcoming driver from the Netherlands? Yeah, he’s your boyfriend now—surprise, you’re gay! And he’s a three time world champion, but that’s probably not important.

Any one of those things would’ve sent Daniel into hospital, but all of those things combined?

Early death.

snippets: las vegas 2025/bonus fic reimagined

(i'm going to assume you mean las vegas 2025 and i'll give you both)

Max isn’t winning right now.

He couldn’t really tell you why.

Plenty of pundits, fans, strangers on the street have stopped him and asked him to dissect why he hasn’t won a championship in the past two years. He gives them a hastily PR trained and approved answer that seems to be more conscious in his mind now than before and cracks a well timed joke he’s sure his teammate would be proud of.

Then Daniel comes along and will say, “Max already has three, he’s got to leave some for the rest of us!”, and the conversation will usually move on quickly after that.

He knows that Daniel isn’t the sole reason for his non-winning ways right now, but when the eventual news of their relationship happens to drop, there’ll be dissections for days on if Daniel plays a part in Max’s performance right now.

The last time Max hadn’t won a championship was when Daniel Ricciardo was with Red Bull, surely there’s some connection there?

snippets: las vegas 2025/don't read the last page

(Max is italics, Daniel is not.)

Max 🩵

July 31, 2025

...

I may have accidentally

I swear it was an accident

Like I pinky promise swear to our first born child

Don’t bring Matilda into this

Did you murder someone

What

Why is that your first thing

You are making a big deal out of it

Like bigger than the podcast you did in January

So I have to assume you murdered someone

Okay well it’s not murder but nice to know you think I’m capable of it

Daniel

I forgot to take off my wedding ring and wore it in the paddock and people saw and I got asked about in the press conference

They definitely thought I was just engaged so I guess that’s just a silver lining

And you have a bet with Lando over when I was going to accidentally do this

Which is rude because I would never do the same to you Maxy

You literally have a bet with Fernando over if I’m going to slip up and say husband in an interview

How do you know that

And he’s Fernando you know you can’t say no to him

Daniel

When you came out you literally posted a photo of me on your Instagram

The whole paddock knows we are married

Half of them went to our wedding

About 85% of fans think we are in a relationship because you keep on teasing them with photos that is definitely me

Is it so bad that we just say yeah we’re married

We are literally about to have a kid

Okay well when you put it like that

I guess you’re right

I know

I’m always right

snippets: lmao daniel retirement

They asked him if he wanted a big farewell thing, like they had done with Sebastian and Kimi a couple years back.

He’d almost said no until Lando pulled a face and said “Mate, people’s last memory of you driving can’t be you heading to the pitlane again.”

So he agreed. Told Blake to tell them to keep it minimal. No standing on giant mockups of his face during the national anthem or whatever.

#wip game #maxiel #five writes #queued #daniel retirement au #don't read the last page #you're on another path

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tooxmanyxships · 7 months

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Can you do “ it’s starting to dawn on me that… the reason you might not want to come out about this is because you don’t really love me—” from secret relationship . - painful with Landoscar?

I was debating on who was saying that sentence to who in this pairing...In the end I just went with the flow?

Painful was the prompt, so painful you'll get 😅

In their relationship, secret relationship but whatever, Lando was definitely the more open one.

The one who didn't care so much anymore about what people thought or what they would say about anything they did.

People would always scrutinize them and have something to say.

Lando was over it. Maybe it was Max's influence, who knew, but he'd stopped caring and just did whatever he wanted now.

He gets reprimanded when he goes too far, but most of the time it's worth it.

Oscar on the other hand was still a rookie. F2 and F3 were totally different from F2 in many ways.

People just expect more from you. Not only in the car but also out of the car.

Oscar was having a great season. Probably one of the best rookie seasons. Lando couldn't be more proud of him.

The only problem was that he couldn't show him exactly how proud he really was.

At least not in public.

Oscar would probably kill him if Lando showed him the affection he wanted to in front of the camera.

He'd gotten away with a sneaky butt slap, but that was on impulse and so fast.... Oscar couldn't really be mad about it.

But Oscar was an introvert. He didn't show emotions so easily. Not like Lando, the extrovert.

But---

And it was a big but(t)....

Sometimes Lando just felt.... Neglected.

Felt like he was being pushed aside, just because Oscar didn't want to come out to the world.

Or not yet anyway.

The easy, relaxed way Oscar always seemed to be around Logan and Liam... Why can't he be like that with Lando?

People actually might start to think Oscar had something going on with one of them two.

And Lando wasn't jealous. He wasn't.

Okay, so he was - - -

Especially because Oscar seemed so unbothered by it. Saying he, Logan and Liam were just friends. Which Lando knew. Of course he knew.

But then why couldn't Oscar act the same way around him like he did around those friends?

~~~***~~~

Having had enough of the constant pondering and worrying, driving himself absolutely crazy, Lando finally decided to confront Oscar about it.

It was another night after a race, they both made it up to the podium, in which Oscar snuck out of his hotel room and into Lando's.

Lando was sitting up in the bed, waiting. But when Oscar sat next to him on the bed and came up close to kiss him, he was stopped by Lando's hand against his chest.

"We need to talk."

Oscar frowned and sat back. "About what?"

"You and me," Lando answered, then hesitated for a second. "Well, mostly you."

"Me?" the Aussie boy just looked confused.

"Yeah.... You see, I've been thinking....." Lando looked down at his hands, fingers clenched into the blanket. "About you not wanting to come out---"

"Lando...."

Whatever Oscar was gonna say was cut off by Lando raising his hand up in a 'let me speak' manner.

“ it’s starting to dawn on me that… the reason you might not want to come out about this is because you don’t really love me—” Lando just kind of blurted out, even to his own surprise.

Oscar blinked a few times. Gaping at his boyfriend. He couldn't have heard this right - - -

"You - you think I don't really love you? Are you serious? What makes you think that?"

Lando could see it happening. Could see Oscar's protective walls coming up. And honestly, his own were coming up too.

"Oh, I don't know..." Lando answered snappily, "the way you ignore me in public but are all over Logan and Liam."

"I'm not all over - - - Lando, they're my friends!"

"And I'm your boyfriend!" Tears were burning at the back of his eyes, but he wasn't gonna let them fall. "I'm not asking you to kiss me on live television. But at least talking to me more wouldn't hurt, right?"

Oscar visibly winced, before his face became a hard mask again.

"I think I should sleep in my own room tonight."

Well... Lando definitely wasn't expecting that outcome.

"Yeah.... Maybe you should."

Oscar sighed. It looked like he was gonna lean in and kiss his....boyfriend.... But ended up just shaking his head and getting up from the bed, walking to the door.

"Goodnight Lando." He held the door open, doorknob still in his hands.

"Goodnight."

The door fell closed. Oscar was gone.

Lando screamed into his pillow and finally let his tears fall.

#landoscar #my fanfiction #f1 rpf #f1 fanfic #my first time writing them #I hope it's okay #lando norris x oscar piastri #akiraquote

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blamemma · 2 years

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my boss pushed our meeting by an hour and so I had time to kill :) maxiel, 1.4k, just them being soft, mentions of daniel taking a break/retiring. not properly edited i do not have time for that

Daniel throws his head back against the sofa, eyes facing upwards towards the roof, a deep sigh resonating through his stomach, up through his chest, sounding out, exacerbated.

It feels almost unbelievable. At the same time, inevitable.

He was in the points. He was beating his teammate. He was doing everything the media, Zak, Andreas, himself, had wanted, needed, and asked for.

And yet.

They took it away from him. Once again.

He knows Michael will come through soon, spout something positive and reassuring, remind Daniel he has 24hrs and then it’s on to Zandvoort. He needs more than that though. Wants more time. 24 hours no longer feels like enough time to feel confident, secure, competitive, once again.

He’s just had summer break, but it wasn’t much of anything. Filled with anxious feelings, media requests, consistent contract conversations. Daniel had barely had time to turn off and disassociate from the paddock. Back here now, he craves another 3 weeks, like he imagines people crave a cigarette. Longer. 6 months, a year, maybe. Possibly.

The resounding knock eventually comes, and Daniel heaves one more sigh, ready to grin and bear the speech he’s had at the end of nearly every race this season.

“Yeah,” his voice draws out, beckoning Michael in. Timidly, the door opens, Max’s head popping through, a gentle smile on his face, followed by the rest of his body stepping into the room.

“I hope that this is okay.” His hair’s still soaking wet, fresh from his post-podium shower, dripping onto his Red Bull polo, no curved cap adorning his head. Daniel can only manage a small smile, words not being able to form as the lump at the back of his throat re-emerges.

Max settles on the small sofa next to him, their knees knocking together. They sit there in silence for what feels like forever, but Daniel’s mind feels blank. Max takes Daniel’s hand into both of his, traces the rose tattoo with his pinkie finger slowly. Daniel can see in his peripheral vision that Max is looking at him, gentle smile still resting across his face, his small lip freckle raised high. He’s beckoning Daniel to look back.

But he can’t do it. He can’t congratulate Max – tell him well done, I’m proud of you, that was an amazing drive. Max knows Daniel thinks that. It doesn’t need to be said.

“I do think,” Max says, angling his body slightly more towards Daniel. “-that your strategy team needs firing.”

It’s hard for Daniel and it’s hard for Max. Daniel knows that he is wearisome, that most weekends Max has to control his celebrations to offer a supportive hand for Daniel. That he no longer offers Lando flights home to Monaco as it makes Daniel uncomfortable. He hates that this is what he’s become. Someone who needs assistance and soft words of encouragement. And Max – Max often says the right thing, sometimes does the right thing, but today, it cuts deep. It’s too much. Daniel can’t even pretend it is ok to even joke about this.

“They are Team Lando.” he says, mimicking Max’s actions and turning towards him. He doesn’t even try to hide the rage in his tone. “Through and through.” It’s mulled around in his head for a while, but this weekend, the conspiracy had been cemented. He’s out of contract and they’re now ostensibly prioritising Lando.

Gone are the days where he would punch a wall, scream into a pillow, go out and get drunk and sleep with whoever was keen. Now, the tears pool in his eyes again, Max pulling him forward, into his arms, a soft hand going to the nape of his neck, fingers twirling his curls as he sobs gently.

“It is very unfair.” Max offers and Daniel just nods into his chest.

“Very unfair.” He repeats back, removing himself from Max’s embrace.

This time, he takes Max’s hand into his, kisses his knuckles gently, speaking down to them, unable to look Max in the eyes.

“I am Alpine’s 3rd choice. Haas’ 1st. That is it. If Alpine do not want me, I won’t do this next year Max.” He takes a long pause, a deep breath. Blake knows, he’s had to discuss it with him, no other choice, but this is Max. “I want to take a break, for a year, or retire. Leave the sport.” He dares himself to look up at Max. He expects a furrowed eyebrow, a quizzical look painted across Max’s face. Instead, he’s greeted with a soft expression, eyes warm as he places a hand on Daniel’s thigh.

“That is good that you know what you want to do. I obviously hope that Alpine choose you. So that you are still here. They would be stupid not to. But a year off would be fun too. You could of course spend more time in Australia. Isaac would be very happy. Or LA. They would be hard for me to visit but I would. And then you could make more wine, and ride bikes, eat a lot of food you currently can not. Maybe you can come to a couple of races. Although you do not have to, I would visit you of course. That will be good Daniel. Whichever one. ”

It makes Daniel want to cry again, that Max is taking this so well. He knows, realistically he would. Max knows how to compartmentalise now. But selfishly, Daniel holds onto the fact that Max has never known F1 without him, never not had him to talk to at the end of the race, to celebrate the night with, and he wants Max to miss him, even if they’re not competing against each other anymore. Max will miss him, but not in the way he did when Daniel left Red Bull.

Daniel’s also become accustomed to having Max around. Falling asleep with him in his arms, the steady motion of his chest rising and falling, a sign he is still breathing, still with him. Waking up to the smell of coffee, Max placing it gently on Daniel’s side of the bed, only knowing how to make it the way Daniel likes because he hates coffee himself. Constantly having to remove Jimmy and Sassy from the kitchen island as they try to quickly wolf down their breakfast, both late for their respective workouts after spending too much time in bed, exploring each other’s bodies, drawing sounds out only the other has heard. Those moments won’t happen as often as they do now, if Daniel goes to LA, or to Australia. But they’ll still happen. He will always have Max. It’s the only thing he’s relatively certain of these days.

“Thank you, Max.” He speaks gently, hoping that Max knows what he means. Words don’t usually fail Daniel, but right now there is just too much going on inside his head that he wouldn’t be able to rightfully express to Max what all this means to him. He will do one day. Storing away moments like this, so that one day he can express to Max just how much he means to him. He thinks that maybe when they’re having dinner, just the two of them, or when Max is in Australia, lit up by the golden evening sun he’ll have the courage and the words. Or maybe when he proposes, down on one knee in front of Max, bearing forth all the love he’s ever held close to his chest, letting it all spill out with the opening of a small jewellery box. Or maybe during his vows, with all their family and friends there, so he can show them all how important Max is to him, how much he loves him, how much he cares for him; that they are safe with each other.

But for now, he lets the air settle between them. Let’s the tension in his shoulders dissipate. He only has 22 hours of his 24 hours remaining. He wants a cold glass of beer, a dirty fried chicken burger followed by a dozen stroopwafel’s. And Max.

“Tuesday night, in Amsterdam, we will go to that bar that you liked last time. Where we went after last year’s race. The one with the dart board. We will make the same bet. Whoever loses must suck the others dick in the bathroom. Yes?”

“You are not very good at darts, Maxy.” Daniel quips.

“I know that, Daniel. But maybe this year I might be better.”

Daniel feels a little bit stronger, he’s capable of offering Max a real smile, a steady hand heading towards his cheek, and as he kisses him, the smile never falters.

#i am still not here still hiatus-ing #work is hell and i am just going to throw this out here and then cook my dinner and sleep #this is a gift to me and me only it was self indulgent but i do hope someone else at least enjoys :)#i could have worked on my wip but that would have made too much logical sense :)#maxiel #my fic #dr #mv

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pierre podium georgierre drabble | for the loveliest @singsweetmelodies

It’s like everything that could go wrong, went wrong for George today. The wrong timing, the wrong tires, the wrong corner to have contact with Lando. A racing incident, sure, but he was the one who came out with a flat. Nonetheless. There were positives out of the weekend. A P3 start was a great way to kick-off the second half of the season.

And another thing, which he sees when he catches a glimpse of the TV broadcast on the screens in the Mercedes motorhome.

Pierre.

He watches as the Frenchman displays the biggest smile on the podium. Pierre made it on to the podium.

There’s a tiny bit of jealousy inside of George, the competitiveness in him that has gotten him this far. But he also knows it’s different for Pierre. George has driven for a backmarker team for three years, so he can imagine about the painful struggle Pierre has gone through in his tumultuous Red Bull stint. Though, he couldn’t imagine Mercedes kicking him to the curb, especially not halfway through the season.

But there’s a smile on Pierre that’s so radiant… so genuine.

It’s a happiness George had felt during his first pole and his first win, but every podium feels like he should be up there, not as if it’s a massive feat, like it is for Pierre.

It’s different.

George is laying on his bed in his hotel room in Amsterdam, his room facing one of the many canals, the trees and bikes in front of it littering his view of the actual water. His phone starts buzzing next to him, a picture of a different Pierre podium, his Monza win, lighting up the screen. A smile appears on his face.

“Can’t believe our podium finisher actually graces me with some of his time.” George says playfully. He can hear the other man chuckle on the other side of the line.

“I could just as easily hang up on you again.” Pierre says, George can hear the teasing tone in his voice, yet he decides not to antagonise Pierre in any way, shape or form.

“Please don’t. I’ve missed your voice.” George answers honestly.

“Just my voice?” Pierre starts, George can already guess where he’s going with this. “Not my co-”

“I am so proud of you.” George says to cut off the obscenities that were about the leave Pierre’s mouth. George is all for dirty talk, but not when they’re trapped in hotels on different sides of the city.

It stays silent for a beat on the other side of the line.

“I wish you were there to celebrate with me.” Pierre speaks eventually.

“I know. I’m sorry. Aleix whisked me away before I could even put up a protest. I wanted to see you on that podium step.”

He hears Pierre let out a hum. He knows Pierre understands, yet, it never gets easier.

“Next time.” George says.

“Next time.” Pierre confirms. ----------the-end------------

DARLING KATIE <3 It is your birthday! How amazing is that! Here’s my little gift for you, to show you how much I love you. Of course I had to write a little Georgierre, in preparation for what’s to come 😉 I didn’t proofread this btw so I hope there’s no glaring typos or dumb dutch things 🙈 I love youuuu! You’re so sweet and nice and cute and like I said this morning, I’m happy to have met you. I hope you’ve had an amazing day ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#haaaaappy birthday katie!!!!!!#i love youuuu #ficlets #georgierre

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c’est ça l’amour | l.n

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chapter 5

After a botched pitstop that took over 10 seconds and an unfortunate involvement in Bottas’ DNF that gave her a 5 second time penalty, 16th place in Monaco felt like salt in the wound for Sydney. Her only consolation was that she still managed to beat Haas, the bare minimum for any team. Her disappointment at the events of the day could be seen in her body language as she got out of the car, head hanging low within her helmet. She wasn’t one of those drivers to kick their car or walk coldly past the other drivers, because that would give her far too much attention. Instead, she would perk up as she approached Pierre, give him a hug and say congrats on 6th place, then plaster a humble smile on her face and give nothing answers to a bunch of interviewers who didn’t really care about her.

“You did your best." Pierre said as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders, their hug brief but comforting.

"My best is still shitty. You did well though, you should be proud .” Sydney took off her helmet and balaclava as she said this, plaits spilling out behind her. Vaguely she could hear a man over a microphone announcing the podium, and despite her sorry state, her heart still jumped when she heard Lando’s name announced. They hadn’t spoken much since their friendship was formed 4 days earlier, and yet every time their eyes met across a room or the paddock, her stomach leapt into her throat. She was so unused to speaking to most of the drivers that every interaction made her feel like a short circuit. She was now hyper aware of the fact that another driver was perceiving her as an actual person, not just ‘that girl,’ and she didn't know what to do with herself.

“Pierre, well done mate.” Franz said, giving him a hug with some aggressive back pats to maintain his masculinity. “Syd,” he said more sullenly, pulling away from Pierre to stand facing her. “Just unlucky today, huh?” He was clearly looking for one of her warm, well natured smiles she typically wore at all times, and it took all of her strength to muster up even half of that.

“ Unlucky? ” She thought. “ Unlucky my ass. It wouldn't be ‘unlucky’ for Pierre, it would be unfair and uncalled for. ” But these weren't vocalised. Instead she said, “We’ll do better next time.” in a way that grouped her in with the unprepared pit crew and potentially biased FiA stewards, making her seem humble yet driven. Daisy had trained her well. She had about 15 minutes until she had to head to her interviews, enough time to weigh herself, strip off the top outer layer of her overalls and run over her standard answers for the evening.

“Hey babe.” Daisy said in a pitying tone.

“Daisy, I am not a child, you do not need to speak to me like that.” Sydney said with a smile on her face nonetheless. The corners of her mouth perked up around the straw of her bottle, and Daisy looked mildly less serious.

“I just feel bad. You qualified 10th, you should've been up in the thick of it.” She replied.

“Well, just bad luck.” They shared a knowing look but neither voiced what they were really thinking. “I hope this afternoon will be straight forward, I feel an headache approaching.”

Daisy chuckled and checked a notification on her phone before locking it again. “You’ll be right, just need to make sure you use a lot of ‘we’s’, not I’s or they’s. Makes you sound like a team player. When they ask about Valtteri they’ll be trying to get a rise out of you, so you just say that you respect the FiA’s decision, because it's not like we're appealing it or anything. Oh, and they might ask you something about Pierre, but you always know what to say in that case.” At the mention of his name, Sydney couldn't help but think back to what Lando had said about them being just friends. They were both pretty drunk and tired, he was probably just trying to liven up the conversation.

“Sounds so exciting, where will we start?” Sydney asked as they entered the paddock. Daisy checked her phone again before pointing to the dreaded stage. Sky sports. “But why, they cannot start with someone else for a change? I need a warm up before them.”

Daisy laughed and replied, “You're a big ticket item, they want first dibs.”

Sydney laughed and could just hear the presenters talking about her approaching the stand as they always did when Charles, seemingly out of nowhere, began to speak to her.

“ I guess we both got shitty results today. ” He said, giving her a sympathetic look.

“ I know, at least I finished the race though. ” She laughed and gave him a lunch on the arm.

“ Fuck off, don't you have somewhere to be?" He replied, pointing behind him. She shook her head and walked up onto the platform, noting that the presenters had been making comments about their conversation as she stalled. They always did though, what else did they have to say?

“Bonjour mademoiselle.” Natalie said, laughing in her TV presenter kind of way. Sydney always remembered her name now, it was the rest of the men she still struggled with.

“Bonjour, bonjour.” Sydney replied, playing along with the joke. Her cheeks were aching more than her limbs from the amount of smiling she was doing, but that was just part of the job.

“One of these days you’ll have to help me work on my French.” Natalie said.

“Only if you return the favour in English.” Sydney laughed back, hoping it didn't sound too forced.

“Well Sydney, it's probably not the way you wanted today to pan out, is it?” The male presenter on the other side of her said.

“No, not really, but what can you do? Sometimes we have bad races, today was just, euh, one of those days.” She said into the microphone.

“I mean, obviously the pit stop was unfortunate, but what do you think about that penalty? I know me and Crofty were having a bit of discussion up in the commentary box.”

“Ah, well, with these things it is hard to say, I have not seen the video back but the stewards have made their choice, so I am sure that they made the just one and I will respect that decision. Maybe if we were racing for P1 it would feel more, euh, um,” She started waving her hands in front of her trying to find the word before remembering that someone had said it was annoying, so she stopped, “angering.” That isn't a word, but no one brought it up.

“Of course, of course, but with your teammate Pierre up in 6th it must make the team's spirits a bit better.”

“Definitely, it was an amazing result from Pierre and hopefully I can be a bit closer to him in the next race.” She usually didn't mind having to comment on Pierre, despite him never really talking about her, but something about it today made her simmering blood boil. She was annoyed about the pitstop and she was annoying about the penalty, and she didn't give a fuck about how well Pierre did. But she couldn't let that out, because then she could be called a bitch and her likeability points would be lost forever.

“Well it was great to hear from you Sydney, better luck next time. And now we'll head over to the paddock where Paul’s with Valterri Bottas to hear his side of things.” Natalie announced, her expression falling back into neutral as soon as the cameras cut. “I think that penalty was bullshit, to be completely honest.” Natalie said quietly. Sydney was taken aback but felt immediately less on edge.

“I cannot say anything though, can I? I cannot be the driver that cried sexism.” Sydney said, her smile falling but feeling better than she had all day.

“No, I reckon bottle it up for a memoir in 30 years about your career, it's good shit you've got for it. Oh fuck, we're back on in a sec, I’ll see you round.” Natalie said, smiling her real smile, and Sydney felt herself smile one back without even thinking.

“What did Natalie say?” Daisy asked, shepherding them off towards the busier section of the paddock.

“That I should write a memoir in 30 years about sexism in F1.” Sydney joked.

“Well, naturally.” Daisy replied in all seriousness, stopping before the Ziggo sport team where Max was being interviewed, all in Dutch of course. She must’ve been speaking to Natalie for longer than she thought if the podium finishers were here already.

“De volgende is Sydney Laurent, onze favoriete Fransman op de baan!” Olav, the Dutch presenter said as she took Max’s spot, giving him a ‘good job’ handshake and they swapped positions. She had no idea what the presenter was saying, but his excited voice alongside her talk with Natalie had her in a much better mood. Still fairly pissed off though.

“Hallo Sydney.”

“Hallo Olav, hoe gaat het?” She knew one Dutch phrase and used it every race weekend.

“I am good, I think I’m much better than you, don't you agree?” He replied. She felt comfortable enough to be a bit more honest.

“I think so, definitely.”

“Let's talk about the penalty because, let's be honest, what was that?” Olav asked, as blunt as ever. Sydney laughed before replying to make sure she didn't sound too angry.

“I have not seen the video, it could have been really bad, I cannot be sure, but, euh, from my view, I do not think that it was worth 5 seconds, especially because it was decided after the pitstop.”

“Yah, a bit like salt in the wound.”

“Exactly, and I was very, very wounded.” They both laughed. The interviews after that went pretty similarly, although far less entertaining. 45 minutes later she was in the motorhome’s shower, water running down her hair and skin. The white towel felt soft on her face as she stepped out, and she almost wanted to disappear into it before the engineering debrief that would take up the next hour or so. As much as she could blame it on the penalty or the pitstop, deep deep down she knew that if she had just driven a little bit better, taken each corner just that bit faster, she wouldn't have done as poorly as she had. Lewis Hamilton didn't come in 16th.

“Syd, come watch this.” Daisy said happily from a chair in her little room, sound coming out of her phone speakers. She recognised the track in a strange way, in that she hadn't seen herself on it from this angle before. What she recognised clearly, however, was Olav’s voice building to an energised intensity as she realised it was the corner where she'd copped her penalty, and suddenly Bottas’s car was skidding into the run off area and Olav was yelling English and Dutch profanities. Even watching back the low quality, poorly translated video she could see how it was hardly her fault and should’ve been ruled off as a racing incident. So, instead of laughing how she was meant to, Sydney couldn't stop herself from crying.

Daisy nearly dropped her phone from surprise before wrapping her arms around Sydney, her sniffles filling up the quiet room. “ It wasn't my fault, those stupid sexist pigs think that Max and Lewis can kill each other for the race but I can't even try and overtake a Mercedes, god, fuck, sometimes I hate this job so fucking much. ” She said through tears. She knew perfectly well Daisy had no idea what she was saying, except maybe for fuck , but it felt good to get it out nonetheless.

“Sorry,” Sydney said finally, attempting to wipe her face as she sat up and out of Daisy's embrace. “I’ve been holding that in for a few hours, can you tell?” Daisy laughed sadly and handed her a tissue box.

“I get it, most of the boys can let it out a bit in their interviews. Maybe I should let you get angrier.” Daisy replied, and Sydney just gave her a look.

“I think we both know that I would not be able to stop myself.” Sydney replied, blowing her nose one final time. They were both startled by a knock on the door, and Daisy got up to answer it.

“The debrief’s been postponed, John and Marcus have food poisoning from that dodgy seafood we told them not to get, and we think Luca’s well on the way.” Sydney heard one of the engineers say from behind the door.

“Cool, I’ll let Syd know when she's out of the shower.” Daisy said in her upbeat voice, strategically hiding Sydney behind her before shutting the door. “You wanna talk?” She asked when she was sure the engineer was out of ear shot.

“Not really.” Sydney said, and for some reason Lando flashed in her head as she said it.

“I can go find Pierre if you’d like.” Daisy pressed on.

“No, really it is okay. I will go back to the hotel and watch Modern Family or something until I fall asleep.” Sydney laughed halfheartedly and began to pack up her things.

“And there's nothing wrong with that.” Daisy said, picking up her laptop bag and switching off the lights once Sydney had left the room.

In actual fact, the hotel TV was broken and Sydney couldn't be bothered calling someone to get it fixed, so instead she plucked herself out of bed and decided she would go talk to Pierre. They were in the same hotel, and she knew his room number. In a moment of foresight, she decided to text Pierre that she was coming, just in case he had a lady friend up in his bed. “ R u busy rn? i wanna vent lmao ”

She realised once the door closed behind her that she was wearing trackies and her old international go-karting championship hoodie, but then again it was Monaco, so everyone in the hotel would know who she was and she didn't feel as much of a need to prove herself. For some reason Pierre had been placed on the floor above, so she padded down to the elevator in her worn tennis shoes and fluffy socks to press the up button and wait for the ding.

It didn't clock in her head that not everyone had such a dismal day, and that many people would be out partying and just getting back now. As the doors opened, drunk Red Bull Engineers piled out, most too sloshed to notice her, and some providing a conciliatory pat on the back. It was only once that crowd had passed that she noticed Lando standing there, hands in his pockets. His white button up was slightly ruffled and untucked, but it matched his hair and made him look incredibly attractive in the soft hotel lighting. “Where are you headed?” He asked, words slightly slurred but not unintelligible. His eyes dipped to her hoodie, and she felt herself blush with realisation.

“I was just going to speak with Pierre, but, euh,” She was scrambling now as she watched him smirk slowly, “not, not in the fashion that you said a few days before, we are still just friends. I’m just, euh, sad, after today, that’s all.” She finished, and his smirk softened into a smile. She was still standing too close to the sensor for the doors to shut, so she moved towards him slightly and they slid closed behind her.

“Gotcha, nothing suspicious about that at all.” Lando replied. The doors were now opening on the level above, and she barely processed herself following him past Pierre’s door down to his own where he stopped and turned back to face her.

“If I felt that way about Pierre, I would tell you.” Sydney said. She was surprised at her words and yet somehow she knew that they were true.

“Why?” Lando asked.

“Um, I don't know, euh, Pierre’s room is back down there, euh,” she trailed off, subconsciously waiting for Lando to speak again.

“You don't want to have an English lesson now?” Lando said cheekily, and from the way he was swaying gently she knew he'd had a few to drink.

“Maybe when I’m not having to come to your hotel room in the middle of the night.” She smiled.

“What will you talk to Pierre about?” Lando said nearly immediately, as if she hadn't spoken at all.

“Probably my shitty race, maybe some other things.” Sydney said, trailing off, now embarrassed by the whole thing. Lando was standing in front of her, golden and glowing after his podium, having just come back from celebrating one of the best races of his career, and she was looking like her parents had forgotten to pick her up from a karting tournament after she lost.

“You can talk to me about your shitty race.” Lando said, his head leaning back on the door. It tilted his chin up very slightly and she tried not to look at his neck, although it was challenging.

“After yours? I do not think so.” Lando just smiled.

“You should say don't.” He was basically humming now, and she involuntarily moved closer to hear him.

“What?” Sydney replied, now smiling as well.

“When you say do not, you should say don't. It would be like me saying je ai instead of j’ai.” His accent was subpar, but she couldn't help but feel butterflies at him referencing her first language.

“And you should go to bed.” She said, giving him a push on the shoulder.

“Okay, okay, fine, but you aren't appreciating my invaluable knowledge enough.” He was fumbling with the key card and couldn't get it to swipe through the reader. Maybe he was drunker than she thought.

“Let me.” Sydney said, and their fingers touched and arms pressed together as she took his key card and swiped it, getting the desired green light and hearing the lock click open. She pressed the card back into his open palm and looked up at him, only to find his eyes already on her. “Night-night.” She said, stepping away.

“Mm, bonne nuit.” He replied. It wasn't until the door was closed that she pulled out her phone and saw the forgotten replies from Pierre. “ Not busy, u want me to come down or u come up? ” From 10 minutes ago. Although something inside her felt satisfied now, like she had just had a warm shower and could settle down in her bed, she knew she still had things to get off her chest.

“ Be there in a few ”

She took the steps from Lando’s room to Pierre’s very slowly, and couldn't help but look back at the door Lando had lain his brown curls on moments before.

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Suzuka unserious race overview by me

Well hello it's me again. I kinda didn't want to do this today but I promised myself to do it every race so I don't forget about the races and how they made me feel so let's get going under the cut.

1. Red Bull

So so nice to see Max back at the top again. I don't see the haters cheering this time. You can have ONE (1) race to cheer and Max will be back at it stronger than ever after. Who's laughing now? I was really pissed off last time ok?

Perez is also back in his usual form which was kinda nice to see. My beef with him is now over and he can stay.

2. Ferrari

Every race I come here wondering if I'm gonna have another bad thing to say about Ferrari and every race I'm dissapointed. Remember how I said team orders were a good call last race? Well this race it was the wrong decision to make. The way they told Charles was condescending and he was not in fact fighting Norris. They should have held position and everything would have been the same. But noo for some reason Ferrari has to make everything about the driver who is leaving in a year. Garbage team with garbage priorities.

Carlos again drove a very mid race. I cant believe someone voted for him for dotd like what does he even do at this point.

Charles on the other hand? Incredible amazing extraordinary showstopping a fucking masterclass drive by him. He deserved the podium. He deserves everything in the world if you ask me. But I am so proud of my boy and I can't wait until he figures out quali and crashed everyone. Soon. Soon Soon.

3. McLaren

I was shitting on Lando right after the race a lot because he didn't manage to defend against Carlos but thinking about it now... Lando did nothing wrong (aside from lock up 🙄). McLarens strategies sucked so bad It was actually embarrassing. For both drivers. On top of a bad strategy Oscar had a bad race on his part as well. That Tyre degradation compared to his teammate is worrying. He can work on it but it's something he really really needs to figure out and soon. On pace Lando was good and he could've beaten Carlos if McLaren were just a little more capable as a team.

4. Mercedes

What the actual fuck is wrong with Mercedes? How are they so slow? Lewis is barely racing he's just vibing at this point. Poor George is trying but nothing is working evidently. Just.. embarrassing. And then you have Toto yapping about Max left and right? Bffr sir you will be struggling to find a driver at this point yet alone Max. Maybe one of the Alpines will want to switch it up for a faster slow car. Try there.

5. Aston Martin

Stroll and Lance are racing in different categories. Idk what Stroll is doing but it's not it. One race he's decent the next he fumbles it hard. It goes back and forth. Fernando may be a pain in the ass but he's consistent and a good driver. Nothing to add. Stroll do better.

6. RB

YUKI POINT!!!!!!!!!! AT HIS HOME RACE!!!!!! THIS IS THE BEST DAY EVER!!!!! I'm so so happy for him, he's been doing an exceptional job. 👏

Danny..... I read the report and it sounds like he (and Alex) got unlucky. But that seat is slipping away real real fast if you ask me.

7. Haas

Another decent race for Haas. They couldn't do more than that tho, they never would have. There was not enough DNFs in the top spots. Unfortunately it has come to this. If the lower teams want some points they need to fight for the 1 spot left out by Strolls incompetence. The field is so devided this is our reality. Unfortunately. Still a positive race for them. Still rooting for them so much.

8. Sauber

They raced? Honestly I don't remember. I saw Bottas pass Sargeant but that's about it. Ohhhhh Zhou DNFed. I hope it doesn't happen next race. Other than that 🤷‍♀️

9. Alpine

Not alpine touching 2 minutes into the race. They were so slow even Sargeant passed them twice. Ocon and Gasly need to find themselves better seats next year. Where are Travis Kelces money I wonder? It's just sad.

10. Williams

No words. Just no words. Another chasis ruined. They will not have a single car for Miami with this pace. Not Albons fault this time but still kinda is. You were saying 3 days ago that you need to be more careful so why tf were you not more careful? I get it wasn't his fault but like... less risky moves maybe? You're fighting for 15th ffs.

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httpiastri · 6 months

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you’re enough – ln4

the aftermath of lando’s qualifying session in mexico

genre: comfort, a suggestive mention at the end

pairing: female reader x lando norris

requested: yes! requests are open :)

warnings: uhhh sadness 🤣 and a lil suggestive towards the end

author's note: back at it again with pics that are the exact same vibe as always 😶 anyway. love lando, felt so bad after the last quali but he's such a good boy. <3 im away for handball all weekend so idk how much i'll be able to post (or watch).... have a good day everyone!!

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lando flops down onto the bed with a sigh. you look at him over the book in your hands, watching his tired posture as he pauses for a moment. then, he pulls off his shirt before letting his head crash down onto the pillows. you see from the corner of your eye how he drags a hand through his hair, his gaze pointed straight up in the air, and you reach over to place a comforting hand on his shoulder, squeezing him slightly.

you're about to continue reading, but something feels wrong. the air is thick with tension; it's silent yet so loud. any other day, he would say something, make a joke, tell a funny story, anything. even rip the book out of your hands because he's jealous that it's stealing your attention. but not today.

you insert your bookmark in-between the pages, placing it neatly on the bedside table before turning back to your lover. he hasn't moved an inch, hands resting behind his head as he just stares at the roof.

you've seen him worn out before, and you've been with him through many lows. yet, your heart breaks a little when you see the look of complete exhaustion in his eyes.

he did his best, like he always does. shit happens, life goes up and down, sports are sports. and you know he'll get over it, but it's still so painful to see him like this.

your hand smooths over the skin of his abdomen. "you did what you could," you tell him, an apologetic smile spreading across your lips.

"yeah, but it's still..." he lets out yet another sigh, shaking his head slightly. "not enough."

"but you are enough," you give him a squeeze right above his hip and he shuts his eyes in response. "and you'll go out there tomorrow and perform, just like you always do. it doesn't matter what position you start on, you're always great."

this must be his hundredth sigh of the evening, but you don't blame him. he's under so much pressure these days; all of a sudden having a car capable of competing for podium placements means that every single mistake, his or the team's, can feel devastating. he's always been hard on himself, and you do your best to help him remember how well he is doing, but lando insists that his attitude is what's made him come so far in his career.

you give him a little tap, making him open his eyes again. "tell me i'm right," you order.

he takes a deep breath before obliging. "you're right."

"i always am, aren't i?" it's easy to tell that he isn't really in the mood for jokes, and you don't force him. however, you lean down to press your lips to his forehead and he feels your touch linger for a few moments when you speak again. "you're the best. my favorite boy. i'm so proud of you, always."

"thank you." he isn't usually very expressive when he's like this, so even just those two words are more than enough.

"is there anything i can do for you?" your thumb swipes across the hem of his boxers, dipping just below the edge as you innocently bat your eyes down at him.

and at last, he smiles. that cute little grin that you adore so much is finally plastered on his face again.

his eyes flutter closed as he shakes his head, taking his bottom lip between his teeth like he always does when he doesn't want the smile to grow too big. he gets the hint, and as much as he would love to take you up on your offer, it's not what he wants right now. "come here," he says, one hand landing on your cheek as he looks at you again. he guides you down to his lips, giving you a few quick kisses before his other hand reaches your hip, pulling your body to his.

you adjust to straddle his lap, placing one hand on each side of his head and thinking for a moment. "how about we go one round for every point you score tomorrow, hm?"

"deal."

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natailiatulls07 · 7 months

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The golden trio Pt 8

Lando Norris x female!reader

Carlos Sainz x female!reader

Max Verstappen & Female!reader & Charles Leclerc

Summary - Being bestfriends with two famous formula one drivers is never easy, but what will happen when you get involved with yet another formula one driver??

Warning - talks of a crash, unprofessional interviewer,

The golden trio

Post race interview

Twitter

yourusername A podium for my boys today, so proud! 🥳

Tagged: Max33Verstappen Charles_Leclerc Carlossainz55

username Landos crash and then this podium 🫢

username We all want to know how she feels after this Grand Prix

username Probably concerned, like she did say she loves him

username Have you guys seen the post race interviews???

username Landos yes, but Carlos, Charles or Max no

username They’ve just released them!! 😳

Post race interviews

Gossip Groupchat (White: Reader) (Red: Charles) (Blue: Max)

Hey, I’ve seen your post race interviews thank you 🤍

You don’t need to thank us, I’m just annoyed that they want to know everything about it

Yeah it’s not their business at all

I have a feeling that Lando wasn’t happy with his crash, I watched his post race interview

Oh yeah?

He said that he’ll need to think through something, yeah

Well he came up to me and Charlie congratulated us for our outcomes today

We kept a calm and collected face, even though we’re not happy with what happened to you

Thank you guys. I’m going to talk to Carlos because I saw his post race interview and he didn’t look any happier than you guys 🤍

Text (White: Reader) (Red: Carlos)

I saw your post race interview

Thought you would’ve, I was not happy with the question

Guessed that, yk I’m really thankful for what you’re doing for me. Like you gave yourself up to be my boyfriend to make me him jealous and you didn’t have to

It’s okay, I wanted to. Look I’ve been cheated on in the past and it’s not fun so I wanted to lessen the load for you

Yep and that’s what you did indeed though I think we’ve made him jealous

That we did ❤️

Thank you 🤍

Twitter

username In my opinion, as much as I love f1 gossip I don’t think it was very professional of that interviewer to ask Carlos, Charles or Max about all this stuff with Lando and Y/n

username OMG THANK YOU!! It’s called a post race interview for a reason!

username I’m glad they didn’t feed into it too much though

username Like as Max said it was a big arguement but should be left private

Text (Orange: Lando)

Hey, can we talk?

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#formula one #formula one x reader #lando norris #charles leclerc #max verstappen #carlos sainz #lando norris x reader #lando norris x y/n #lando norris fic #lando norris fanfic #lando x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fic #ferrari racing #redbull racing #mclaren racing

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f1 · 2 years

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Ricciardo still has fire to succeed in F1 despite losing McLaren drive | 2022 Belgian Grand Prix

Daniel Ricciardo says he still has the “fire” to race in Formula 1 despite having his contract with McLaren terminated with one year left to run. McLaren confirmed yesterday the 33-year-old would be let go from the team at the end of the 2022 season, two years into his three-year contract. Ricciardo admitted having his contract terminated by the team was “not the nicest feeling” but said he is proud of how he and McLaren worked together to try and find a solution to his lack of performance relative to team mate Lando Norris. “I look back on it and I can hold my head high in terms of applying myself and trying to make it work, trying to put everything in,” Ricciardo said. “Sometimes you just have to accept that ‘okay, I tried and it didn’t necessarily work out’. But from that point of view, I don’t look back in terms of ‘yeah, I was slacking off’. It’s just one of those things. I’m proud of the way we tried to make it happen and persist through it. But some things, maybe you just say that they’re not meant to be.” Despite the setback, Ricciardo says he is still motivated to race and succeed in Formula 1 into the future with another team. “I simply see it as ‘if I want to pick myself up. I will.’ That fire, that belief is still in me. So it’s really just a choice – if I want to make that choice, I can. Obviously I don’t have every option on the grid or anything – it’s not like I can race wherever I want – but in terms of just from a self-worth point of view, absolutely.” Ricciardo said his experience of difficult moments earlier in his racing career will help him to “pick myself up” after losing his drive. “I don’t want to say it’s easy, but it’s something I feel I’m very capable of doing,” he explained. “This is certainly a big moment in time for my career, but even if things aren’t maybe always highlighted, you’re always going through challenges. You always have to pick yourself up. Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free “I remember actually here in 2008 when I was racing in the Formula Renault junior category, it was the Saturday night before the race on Sunday and I got a real pep talk. I was just in one of those moments in my career at the time and I still hadn’t yet made it, but I knew I really had to pull my head in and start making it happen. “You always go through these. No one has a perfect career. So I think I’ve learnt to deal with it over time.” With nine races remaining with McLaren before his time with the team comes to an end, Ricciardo says knowing that he will be departing the team will not change how he will approach the final leg of the season. “It’s a decision they’ve made but it doesn’t change the way I’m going to go racing,” Ricciardo said. “I only know how to race one way. “I went in to see the team, because I hadn’t really seen them – I had simulator during the week – so I saw a few engineers, but I hadn’t seen the wider team. I saw the mechanics and that this morning. There’s a lot of hugs. A lot of people obviously want me to do well and they’re going to support me till the end. So that’s that. “As I say, I owe it to myself, but also to the ones who support and want me to do well. There’s no better feeling than success in this sport and being up on the podium and that. So I know if I apply myself, then maybe we find a way to do it in the last nine races.” Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free 2022 Belgian Grand Prix Browse all 2022 Belgian Grand Prix articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net

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