💕 Pairing: Dr!reader x Max Verstappen
💕 Including: Max
💕 Word count: 1010
💕 Chapter: 1/?
💕 Warnings: Medical descriptions / injuries
💕 Masterpost: [x]
💕 Summary: You're working in the emergency room when Max Verstappen comes in and he's going to be your patient!
💕 A/n: i hope you like this, i had to look up a lot of medical stuff for this one, but i really wanted things to feel believable in the doctor scenes.
It's ten minutes from the end of your shift and you’re looking forward to your caramel drizzle Frappuccino from the corner shop when the buzzer over the Emergency Room doors starts blaring. Your chest heaves with a deep sigh and you readjust the clipboards in your arm as you head to the nurses station.
“What do we have?” You ask the intern at the desk in the center of the room. It’s only their second day and they look at you like a deer in the headlights.
“Car accident, single car-one driver,” their voice shakes as they deliver the report. You drop the charts on the counter and grab your stethoscope.
“I've got it, don’t worry.” You say, your voice confident with your two years of experience working in the hospital. You’ve seen a lot, and you’re more than capable of dealing with whatever comes your way.
Until you see who is laying on the stretcher coming through the double-doors. It’s literally Max Verstappen. You've been watching F1 since you were a kid, and you know more about him than you have a right to… considering he’s about to be your patient.
“Heya Doc,” the emergency medical technician starts to sound off. Reading off Mr. Verstappen’s vitals, his history, but before he can continue he gets interrupted.
“I'm fine, I already told you. There’s really no need for all of this.” Max is insistent as they transfer him from the stretcher to the hospital bed, but it’s hard to take him seriously when he’s wearing a neck brace and he’s littered with bruises and cuts.
You grab your scissors from a tray that a nurse brings to your side. “You were in an accident Mr. Verstappen, we’re just going to make sure you’re ok.”
This isn’t your first car accident patient and you know that people in accidents can’t always tell what’s best for them. That's what the doctor is for.
“How’d you know my name without looking at my chart?” Max asks, his eyes are blue like your favorite blanket back in your apartment. You start thinking he might be ok after all if he’s picking up that detail. Or, at least there’s no head injury. But you’re still going to order a CT scan.
You cut his shirt open, revealing a toned torso covered in blooming bruises. Purple and blue darken the center of yellowing splotches. His chest rises and falls easily and you count his breaths. “From F1,” you say simply, keeping trained on your tasks.
It takes you a few minutes, running through your mental checklist. Making sure you’re taking good care of the world’s number one driver.
“I hope you’re a red bull fan.” he jokes, lightly. laughing at his own joke and then cringing when it causes pain to ripple through his muscles.
“Actually, no.” You reply, just to be contrary. He’s not going to know any better. He doesn’t know that you’ve been a life-long red bull girl, going to the races with your family when you were younger.
“Ah, Ferrari then,” he mutters, but it seems good natured.
“You’re nearly set Mr. Verstappen—”
“Call me Max,” he interrupts.
“Ok Max, I’ve ordered you some IV fluids and a CT scan. They’ll take you to imaging and then I'll talk to you again when you get back.”
“What can I call you?”
“You can call me doctor.” You answer with a cheeky wink and watch his confusion turn into a playful smirk. He’s more handsome than on television or your computer screen, even with a neck brace on and mottled with bruises.
The ER is busy and you continue seeing patients, solving complicated problems, and saving lives. But you watch for the radiology report for Max and you see the moment it pops up in his chart. His C-spine is clear, no trauma, no major injuries. He has a slight concussion though and you frown as you make some notes.
You pull the curtain aside as you return to his bedside. “The CT scan is showing no neck injury, so I can get this collar off for you.”
“Thank you,” he says, exhaling a warm breath against the side of your neck as you carefully remove the brace. “Doctor.”
You’re not sure if you’re imagining it, but his voice is low and rough and you can see his eyes sparkling when yours snap up to meet his. They’re so blue, and you’re lost for a moment. having to shake yourself out from under his spell as you straighten up and adjust your coat. you clear your throat and tuck your hair back over your shoulder.
“You do have a concussion though. So you’ll need to be kept here overnight for observation.”
“No, I can’t do that. I want to be discharged.”
“Mr. Verstappen… Max, that’s not advisable. You really need to stay so we can monitor you. It’s important.”
“I’ve been away from home for weeks for f1. all i want to do is go home.”
You are about to protest further when Max reaches out and grabs your wrist. you freeze on the spot as his thumb traces over the soft skin of your inner wrist.
“I will hire a doctor to check up on me. In my home.”
“You’re my patient,” you say. You’re hoping your voice sounds stern and instead it’s light and unsure. “I should be the one to check in on you.”
“Can you do that, if you’re working here?” His question seems genuine enough, and he hasn’t released your wrist, and you haven’t asked him to.
It’s not appropriate, but you look around and there’s no nurses. Nobody to find out and get you in trouble.
“If you’ll stay for a few more hours, let me get your paperwork done and discharge you. My shift will be done, and I can take you home.”
“I like that idea,” he smiles and finally lets go of you. Settling back against his pillows as his eyes drift close.
“Get some rest, I’ll come back to get you when I’m done.”
💕 pairing: you x lando norris
💕 including: just lando for now
💕 word count: 1140
💕 chapter: 2/?
💕warnings: clubs and alcohol
💕masterpost: [x]
💕summary: you cross paths with lando after he finds your dog during a race. he may not be your favorite driver, but he still manages to sweep you off your feet!
💕 a/n: finally going on a date with lando!
The air around you is practically pulsating with the rhythm of the music. It’s wet on your skin and way too hot, as if the summer storm raging outside has somehow made its way in here as well. Lights flash in neon orange and turquoise. The steam from the dance floor throbs as the lasers slice and rip through it in waves.
Even through the cotton of your dress, the seat of the booth is sticky and damp. You shift uncomfortably and try to pull your skirt down a little so that it doesn’t touch your thighs.
“And anyway, that’s all down to engine specs,” Lando is yelling into your ear. “Yeah, McLaren is a customer, but there’s nothing left to unlock when it comes to engines anyway. Aero is everything these days. Half the engines are the same, we nail everything else,” he gestures with his drink. “What more is there to do?”
“Right,” you say slowly.
“It’s a marathon, not a sprint. We know where to put our resources.”
“I didn’t expect you to know when to slow down.”
He eyes you for a minute, then licks his lips. “I know all sorts of things,” he says finally.
“Do you?”
“Sure.” He raises his glass, then drops it again. “You don’t like your drink?”
You follow his gaze to the half-full glass in your hand—red wine, blood-dark and sticky against the rim. “I’m not really a wine girl,” you say.
He hums. “So what do you like?”
You shrug. “I don’t know.”
“You don’t drink?”
You shrug again. “I never have the time,” you mumble.
He frowns. “What?”
“I said I’m just a little picky.” God, this is going horribly.
His frown deepens. He ducks closer, turning his head so his cheek is brushing yours. “I can’t hear you,” he says directly into your ear. You fight off a shiver. “Do you want to get out of here? There’s a diner down the street. It should still be open.”
You nod, sliding out of the circular booth after him. He offers his hand, and you pull yourself up only to be caught by a hand around your waist.
“Sorry,” you say.
“No, no,” he replies, shooting you a pleased smile. “I mean—if it’s okay?”
You nod, suddenly shy, and feel your cheeks flare as he tugs you closer and leads you toward the door.
The bouncer swings the doors open as you approach. The air that rolls in is heavy and sweet with petrichor; even a muggy Texas night is a relief compared to the stifling atmosphere of the club. You sigh in relief as you step out and into the glow of the streetlights.
Lando lets go of your waist just to pull off his jacket and drape it around your shoulders. “it’s chilly out, huh?” he says when you look up at him.
“Oh,” you say, startled, letting out a tiny laugh. “Yeah, definitely. I guess it’s not really dress weather anymore.”
“Nah, I like your dresses.”
“You do?”
“Mhm. Your one at the circuit was so pretty. It reminded me of…of red riding hood or whatever.”
You laugh again. “Do you mean beauty and the beast?” you ask.
He frowns. “No, what’s the one with the wolf in the castle and the girl with the yellow dress?”
“that’s beauty and the beast.”
“Really? does that make me the bloke who can’t read, then?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Can you read?” you tease.
He stares for a beat, then chortles. “Nah, I never learned. I was too busy racing cars, wasn’t I?”
“Well, I suppose that means I have to teach you.”
“Mmh, exactly. Especially if you wear something like this,” he adds, tugging on the short sleeve of your black cocktail dress.
You blush. “You like it?”
“Yeah, especially when you blush like that. Here we are,” he adds, tugging you into a doorway.
Florescent lights shine down on a cramped diner. There’s little seating beyond the counter that spans one entire wall. The stools are cracked red vinyl, and the countertop is painted matte black. There’s some kind of dust smeared across it.
“Chalkboard,” he tells you as you sit down side by side. He pulls a piece of chalk out of a counter and scribbles a pink line across the table. “See?”
You smile, considering, then take it and draw a heart right in front of him.
“Lando!” the man behind the griddle greets.
“You know each other?” you ask.
“Of course! he was in here earlier today! Couldn’t get enough, huh?”
Lando’s cheeks flush the same shade as the chalk. “It was the best mac and cheese of my life,” he says.
The man winks at him. “Praise will get you everywhere. What do you guys want?”
“Burgers?” Lando asks, then looks at you. you nod.
The man grins. “Two burgers, on the house!”
You smile at him, then look down to see Lando draw a heart in front of you this time. He smiles at you shyly, then draws out a tic tac toe grid.
“So what brings you to Austin?” he asks you, placing the first x.
You pick up a blue piece of chalk, considering before placing an o. “Just pleasure,” you say. “I wanted to see the race. I’m usually based in a little town up north. You wouldn’t know it.”
“Oh? Where north, New York?”
You laugh, shaking your head. “South Dakota. do you know where that is?”
“No. I guess the girls are pretty there though, huh.”
You smile to yourself and place the final o, then draw a line to connect the three.
“No! You beat me!”
You laugh and draw a new grid, placing the first x.
“So, what’s it like being all the way down here? Do you miss it?”
“Probably not as much as you miss home. You’re across an entire ocean.”
He hums, studying the counter top. His eyebrow furrows as he concentrates. It’s cute. Finally he draws a tiny o and his shoulders relax. “I travel enough these days that I’m used to it,” he says. “Leaving is always tough the first few times.”
Your lips purse. “Well, there wasn’t much for me there,” you tell him. “It’s a small town. I really just want to get out and travel while I’m young. There’s so much left to see. I want adventure before I settle down.”
“Yeah?” he asks, eyeing you.
You nod, then shrug. “Yeah. You only live once, right?” Then you draw the final x, connecting your three.
“How’d you do that again?” he yelps, throwing down his chalk.
You laugh. “There’s a trick to it. I can teach you if you want.”
“Yeah?” he asks, then his face turns earnest. “How about teaching me on the plane?”
💕 Pairing: You x lando norris
💕 Including: Just lando for now
💕 Word count: 785
💕 Chapter: 1/?
💕 Warnings: Missing pets (briefly!)
💕 Masterpost: [x]
💕 Summary: You cross paths with lando after he finds your dog during a race. He may not be your favorite driver, but he still manages to sweep you off your feet!
💕 A/N: Hello! this is my first time writing lando so please be nice! planning to continue this soon so let me know what you think!
The sounds of engines roar around you as the arid summer air swirls, blowing up the skirt of your butter-yellow sundress. You yelp and push it down, only for the slim leather leash to slip from between your fingers.
“Teddy!” you shout, but the yorkie lets out an excited bark before disappearing between the legs of the people bustling around you.
You push your hair out of your face and chase after him, your sandals slapping against the pavement. Beyond the barrier, f2 cars whizz by in a flash of color and sound. The sky above is an endless cornflower blue, but the wind that gusts through the paddock brings a hint of ozone through the scent of burnt rubber. The rain is a long way off, but your dog is terrified of storms.
“Teddy!” you shout again.
You catch sight of his pink leash dragging against the ground. You chase after it, slipping between two marshals and across a row of safety cones.
“Teddy!” you yell, stumbling forward.
“Woah!” a marshal yell out. He steps forward to catch your arm. “Miss, you can’t go back there.”
“But my dog—”
“This is a secured area.”
A figure in orange emerges from one of the garages. He scans the crowd, eyes flicking past you before catching and returning to slide over the billowing yellow linen of your skirt. He disappears into the garage before appearing again, Teddy clutched against his chest.
“My name’s not Teddy,” he calls to you over the wind, jogging to the barricade. “I’m guessing this belongs to you?”
“Thank you,” you breathe. You reach out for the dog who squirms at the site of you, his tongue lolling out as he pants. you hug him to your chest. “Oh my god. I owe you big time,” you say, then immediately blush.
If the orange suit wasn’t a dead giveaway, the brunette curls and sparkling green eyes would be. you would know him anywhere: Lando Norris, McLaren golden boy. He’s rich, famous, and has the world at his fingertips. What could you possibly give him to repay this favor? What do you have that he would possibly want?
“Hey, don’t worry about it,” he says softly, reaching out to touch your arm. “How about your name, for starters?”
You feel your blush deepen. You hope the heat of the sun is enough to explain it. “It’s y/n,” you say.
His eyes crinkle as his smile stretches. “it’s nice to meet you, y/n. If I win this race for you, do you think I could get a number to go along with that name?”
The wind gusts again, tousling your hair. You brush a lock behind your ear, tucking it out of your face. “I’m really more of a Ferrari fan,” you say.
His head tips back as he laughs. “Well, I’m not gonna deliberately lose to Ferrari,” he says.
“Lando!” someone calls from the garage, their voice almost lost to the wind. “It’s time to warm up!”
“Alright, give me a minute!” he calls over his shoulder. He turns, biting his lip, his eyes meeting yours almost shyly.
“How about this,” you blurt out, your heart hammering against your ribcage as a sudden wave of courage overtakes you. “How about if you win, you can tell me all about why McLaren is the best team in the world?”
His eyebrows shot up. “I like the way that sounds.”
You giggle. “You’re not going to ask what happens if you lose?”
He licks his lips. “I don’t plan on losing,” he says, winking as he steps back from the barricade. “Keep tonight free, yeah?” he calls over his shoulder.
You blink, watching him walk away. He cuts a fine figure in his race suit, grey lines along his ribcage leaning smoothly downward. In the next moment, the wind gusts again, sending your skirt billowing in the hot air. You clutch Teddy close as you hold it down.
@user1
⤷ omggg whos the girl?? im so jealous!!!
@user2
⤷ shes so pretty!!
@user3
⤷ lando was seen chatting to a girl near the barricades in austin. maybe he’s finally found a new girlfriend?
@user4
⤷ cute dog!
@user5
⤷ @user3 i hope so! after everything he deserves to find looove
The sky didn’t open until you were safely back in your hotel room long after the race, curled up on the bed with Teddy tucked into your chest. The grey clouds swirled past outside your window as the rain pounded against the glass. Lightning flashed silver light through the room, but you found the raging storm soothing from the dry warmth of your bed.
Your phone lit up with an Instagram notification. You swiped it open and smiled to yourself.
