summary: fans are quick to notice an f1 driver follows and interacts with a random bunny pet account. only thing is it’s not random, it’s yours, and secretly his too
social media
( warnings: none really just some fluff! again i try to be as inclusive as possible but let me know if anything is inaccurate or offensive. i love all of you so much and literally am so grateful for everyone! )
𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝟖𝟏
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hoppingaround81: pixie took on her first ever in person. australian grand prix! ( only her human went to the race, but pix enjoyed all the beaches very much ) 🏎️🏝️🧡🦘
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user: pixie looks so cute at the beach
user: i bet she loved it
user: they do live in australia so i’m sure they have been going there since y/n got her
^yourusername: yes but only she started swimming in sept 2025!
user: is the 6th pic her pretending to be a kangaroo?
yourusername: she thinks she’s one of them!
user: why is oscar piastri in the likes
^user: maybe he likes bunnies
^user: he probably thinks it’s a fan account
^user: technically it is…
^user: yeah she’s been a supporter of him since his f3 days. this used to strictly be an oscar fan page until he joined in 2023 and that’s also the year she got pixie
user: ughhh you've got it all girl!
user: oh to be pixie at the beach with my human who busted attended the australian gp
user: queen did you see oscar crashed on formation lap? :(
^yourusername: yes i did unfortunately. absolutely gutted for the poor guy, but he will come back with a bang!
𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢
oscarpiastri: grateful for everyone at the AUS GP, always amazing to be back in my hometown and interact with everyone. this year we were off to a not so great start for the season, but my head is up and i’m ready to race again. interested to see how the rest of this season unfolds, hopefully it’s only up from here.
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user: saddest day of my life
user: i actually screamed in terror when he crashed
user: the curse continues
^user: still so pissed off
^user: man i really thought he had it this year
user: i was so confident in him
user: ugh i really thought we were gonna see him at least somewhere on that podium
user: oscar will be back stronger
hoppingaround81: the season’s not over!
^liked by oscarpiastri
hattiepiastri: still the best brother 🧡
^user: aww at least his family was there for comfort
^user: no that makes it sooo much worse
^user: enough bickering about that. soooo likedd is nobody going to mention how oscar only liked a fan pages comment and not his own sisters????
^user: omg girl you’re so right
𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝟖𝟏
hoppingaround81: visited the butterfly gardens and pix couldn’t stop making friends with them! 🤗🦋
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user: she really is the friendliest little bunny
user: aww and you guys are matching
^yourusername: the butterfly would not leave us alone
user: not her being the real life snow white
^user: she collects animals like she's genuinely in pokemon. not that it's a bad thing though
user: butterflies suit you pair well!
user: how does she make everything look so aesthetic
^user: aside from her being an influencer on social media, the real answer is because she's just THAT girl
^user: yeah. there's no explanation really
^user: ohhhh my bad, you right
user: my fav f1 account bc it's not just about racing
^user: no literally, i love how we get to know her personal life
user: this account is the embodiment of balanced!
𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝟖𝟏
hoppingaround81: someone was so excited to get outside that she escaped out the front door when mom was leaving, but thankfully dad rescued her. don’t worry we took her to the park the next day!
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user: i’m sorry, we? pls who is we
^user: yeah literally who is we?
^user: how come this is the first dad mention
user: who has our bunny mama been hanging around!?!?!
user: pixie running away is cracking me up
𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢
oscarpiastri: enjoying some time off the croatian way
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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓
𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝟖𝟏
hoppingarounding81: enjoying the croatian summer sun with pix!
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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓
𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢
oscarpiastri: pixie’s parents are getting married
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maxverstappen: p said he NEEDS to come over and see the bunny, she’s freaking out
^hoppingaround81: please tell her the whole fam is invited to the wedding. pixie will be there ofc!
user: huge day for annoying people!!
^user: everyone in my life WILL be hearing about this until the wedding
^user: girl then make them hear about the wedding for forever
user: oh my god my bingo card was right
user: | KNEW IT AWWW
user: and they called me crazy
^user: those people better look now
^user: i hope all feel stupid
user: | WAS NOT READY FOR THIS INFORMATION TODAY OR EVER.
landonorris: bro when were you gonna tell me you had a bunny AND a whole girlfriend 😭
^oscarpiastri: fiancé now!
user: thank you twitter user, i had time to prepare
^user: girl time to prepare?
^user: pfffttt lmao right, like we obviously knew they were dating but ain’t no way we expected an engagement post
user: yeah i totally thought they were hinting at like a new relationship not a long term hard launch
𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝟖𝟏
hoppingaround81: special day for everyone especially our beautiful baby pixie. can’t believe i’m married to the love of my life, we’ve been with each other since 2019 and we always planned on forever 🧡🪩💐
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alexandraleclerc: this is the cutest wedding ever, hi little pixie!
carmenmundt: i’m so obsessed with her tiny little bow
^georgerussell: the cutest ring bearer
user: since 2019 are you actually kidding me
user: not even shocked he kept this private for as long as he did
user: SHE IS SO GORGEOUS OH MY GOD
^user: the hijab with the layered wedding dress???
^user i’m actually crying this is so beautiful
user: oh! i was not expecting to be bawling for an f1 couple this early in the morning
nicolepiastri: my daughter in law 💕🥺
hattiepiastri: MY SISTERRRRR ❤️
^mclaren: we're not crying.....( hand us the tissues pls)
user: husband oscar? oh wowowowow
user: if you don’t think this is most gorgeous stunning couple, bride, wedding, and bunny parents you’ve ever seen then i don’t know what to tell you
user: pixie is just the most adorable thing ever
^user: dare i say the best paddock pet
^user: she’s never been in there but yk hell yeah
𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢
oscarpiastri: happy to now officially be known as mr. hoppingaround81, please inform the FIA and timing tower 😊🐇💍
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user: AWWW
user: HIS WIFE IS GORGEOUSSSS
^user: right! the third pic omg!!
user: followed oscar for oscar and f1 but seems like i’m staying for his beautiful wife and pixie 😊
^hoppingaround81: pixie is so happy!!
user: OSCAR PIASTRI IS A MARRIED MAN??? EXCUSE ME???
user: he won at life idc what anyone says
user: her lace hijab has me tearing up 🥹
user: the details and aesthetic of the wedding is just amazing and next level
alexalbon: pixie and y/n are officially my favorite piastri family members now ( sorry nicole )
^nicolepiastri: none taken, theirs ours too!
𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢+𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝟖𝟏
oscarpiastri+hoppingaround81: bunny parents are adding one more to the mix, miss pixie is getting a sibling in 2028!
we’re ready to raise you and pix loves you already 💕🐇
summary: the very next day after you announce you're adopting, it becomes official. you and lewis experience all the emotions and make memories with the kids, who are already comfortable with being loved as hamiltons
first chapter | everyone’s family
real life 3.0k words
(warnings: adoption, unexplicit past trauma, avianna is a high functioning autistic and extremely intelligent and blunt ) authors note: hi hi hi, i am genuinely so sorry this took so long to put out. i won't be explaining my absence but i'll make up for it by posting a lot of stories, and frequently too. hope you enjoy this part of the mini series, you can read the first chapter if you haven't already, to get some context. thank you so much for sticking around and reading, i love you all!!!
𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔
your fingers are laced with lewis’s as you walk in the courthouse together
both of you dressed nice, you in a long flowy maxi dress and lewis suit pants and a button down
your family lawyer confidently walks ahead, her heels clicking against the marble as she quickly flips through a folder with lots of files and photos
glancing at lewis beside you, you catch his soft smile that he hasn’t been able to wipe off all morning
the one that started immediately when he awoke and realized today was the day
“how are you feeling?” he speaks softly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles
you nod, even though your throat feels tight. you’re feeling so emotional you feel as if you speak too fast everything spill out
“we’re about to take our five kids home, i’ve never been better.”
your voice rises in pitch as you smile and try to take it all in. all of this feels almost unbelievable but you know it’s not. not anymore
however you remember when this all first started, how it was just yasmine, you and lewis had planned to adopt
just one file. one girl, that you and your husband couldn’t stop thinking about
especially as her being your daughter
but then suddenly she wasn’t just a girl. she was a sister, an older and a younger. now here you are, getting ready to invite five lively little pure souls into your homes
lewis notices the silence and can already tell you’re in your head reflecting
he brings your hand to his lips, still holding onto you
feeling more grounded by his act, you’re now in front of the courtroom. the doors open, and immediately everything changes
you barely have time to take in the space before you see them
all of them. marcel, yasmin, avianna, harper and little baby rio
they’re all there on the bench with their social worker, clustered together. they seem to be a mixture of excited and anxious but the second they spot you and lewis, everything explodes and all composure or quietness leaves the room
harper, soon to be your four year old, is the first to break away
her tiny legs moving as fast as they can carry her. giggles fall out of her mouth so loud it echoes, and avianna follows right behind her skipping happily
she’s already halfway through a sentence about how long they’ve been waiting
as you bend down and open your arms to embrace the young girls, lewis’s eyes drift over to the two teens
yasmine doesn’t run and neither does marcel
they stay back just a second longer, watching. but then they notice lewis holding his arms out with a smile
holding the eye contact the two oldest realize he’s specifically waiting for them
usually all the attention goes to the little ones. not this time, though
yasmine can’t help but smile and move her feet. marcel trails behind, trying his best to keep his eyes clear and dry. even though he tries his hardest, the sight of the kids walking towards him makes lewis tear up
he’s been waiting for this day and now it’s finally here. his arms wrap around the two teens and the kids cling onto him proudly
you briefly look over to see your husband and the teens, the sight making your heart swell with warmth
“you’re here!” harper shouts which pulls your attention back to her
it sounds like she’s been holding that sentence in all morning. she jumps up into your arms “we said we would be.” you tell her softly, brushing her hair back
avianna hugs your side, then pulls back just enough to look up
her brows slightly furrowed “this is the final step, correct? we will live with you forever unless there’s extreme circumstances or we move out.”
you can’t help but let out a soft laugh at her bluntness “correct.” you say gently, looking at her with the same seriousness
“this is forever, you’ll always be ours.”
she nods once with a satisfied smile then bounces over to her other siblings with lewis
the worker walks over with rio, who’s been clapping the second he saw you and lewis
you set harper down, who’s starts jumping once she realizes you’re going to hold rio. in this entire process you and lewis have met and hung out with the all kids individually to bond with them
but never had you been with all of them at the same time
which was why harper became excited. the little girls absolutely loved baby rio, though they hadn’t seen him since he was one month. it seemed everything he did, had the two younger girls in awe
especially in seeing their baby brother get excited with their new parents for the first time
“look he’s clapping! he’s clapping, avi look!” the girl giddily pulled her sisters arm
their social worker happily passed the baby to you
he held his arms out with a gummy smile, and you almost fell to your knees right there
you couldn’t believe this was real. all the kids here together. plus to have rio reach his arms out for you because he now knows who are, felt so surreal
what made the moment even better was avianna jumping up and down with harper “oh that means he likes you!”
you lightly bounce what’s almost officially and legally your baby
“oh is that so?” with a smile, lewis and the teens decide to join in on the conversation
avianna nods, not quite understanding the fun or sarcastic tone stand. she looks to you with a raised brow “that’s what i said. do you think he needs me to repeat it, because his hearing is decreasing at his age?”
“he is pretty old.” you giggle and watch her mirror your actions
lewis steps closer, picking up avianna. because of her comment he lightly tickles, making the girl squeal with excitement
marcel and yasmin make their way to you with a smile
first to hug you is yasmin, who gently leans into your side. acknowledging the younger ones, she gives rio a little shake of the hand, before happily placing harper on her hip
now, your teen boy doesn’t quite hug you but you can definitely he wants to. the hesitation in him is easy to see and even easier to feel
you don’t rush him but give a small smile back to him
just a moment later the judge swiftly enters the courtroom
all of you scramble to move to the front and squeeze together in an orderly fashion
the kid’s social worker and your family lawyer confidently place themselves ahead of you and the kids
as they present the official documents, your eye can’t help but go blurry from tears
your fingers lightly brush up and down rios back, your mind remembering you and lewis are surrounded by all the kids
standing together like a family already
and though this signifies that officially, the bond between you lewis and the kids that exsists, is bigger than any document
the hearing itself feels like it passes by in a blur and a lifetime all at once
the judge smiles warmly as she looks over at the kids
the ones who are all gathered around you smiling, jumping and held up by someone. baby rio clapping in your arms, harper wiggling around with yasmine, and avianna giggling over with lewis on his hip, who also has his arm around marcel
she asks a few formal questions that you and your husband do your best to answer with steady voices
even though your heart is racing you somehow manage to keep your composure
you glance down at the kids as you stand there together, all of you in a line that feels both new and already familiar
after a few minutes of back and forth answering question, you realize its almost over
there’s only one final part
and that part is here. yasmine reaches for your hand without thinking, instinctively wanting her mother
her firm grip grounds you, and unknowingly yours does the same for her
clearing her throat, the judge begins calmly speaking with a smile “it is clear to this me and this court that these children are not just entering a home, but a family that has already begun to love them deeply.”
your eyes can’t help but to drift over to your husband, who already seems to be looking at you
lewis’ chest tightens with emotion at the words just spoken
it happens even more as the judge continues speaking, having to try his best not to faint from realization
“with the power of the united kingdom, i am honored to finalize the adoption of marcel, yasmine, avianna, harper, and rio into the full care of lewis and y/n hamilton.”
and just like that, it’s done. you are now parents to five children
there’s a moment of silence between everyone
but only a moment. the kids being kids, can’t contain their excitement and practically burst
laughing and cheering harper jumps up and down again while avianna joins in with the cheering. she smiles at the man whos now her dad, grabbing his hands to clap together in a specific rhythm
yasmine covers her mouth, still finding this hard to believe
rio leans into you and you cradle his head, letting out an airy tearful laugh. they say babies can tell who their parents are, and while he may be young he knows who loves him
you and lewis. he knows
even marcel lets out a breath of relief, bear hugging yasmin
you watch the two teens hug, before lewis makes his way over to you. pulling you into him for a second his forehead presses against yours gently
“we did it, my love. we’re parents.” he whispers softly, voice shaky
“we’re parents.” you echo, happy tears freely streaming down your face “these are our kids.”
he nods slowly with pride, holding you for a moment longer before the kids pile around you for a group hug
the click of a camera shutter lets you know pictures are being taken
something you’re very thankful for. you can’t wait to look back at these and show your kids these. display them at all their graduations and weddings
everyone squeezes together more, then clamoring to get a proper organized photo
the photographer captures a moment that will exist forever
when you step out into the hallway, the kids begin asking questions and it feels like no time has passed. it like they’ve always been part of your life and household
“so what happens nowww?” harper asks immediately, bouncing on her toes
“nowww,” you wiggle side to side mirroring her movement and tone “we’re going home.”
the word home means something different and now. you see it in their and lewis’ face
everything carries over to the car. the ride there is everything you’ve ever wished for and loud in the best way
questions from your four year old overlaps with avianna excitedly explaining her favorite ways to calculate statistical probabilities, all while harper tries to climb halfway into the front seat before yasmine pulls her back gently
on the quieter side marcel sits looking out the window
but every now and then he glances forward checking that you and lewis are still there
lewis does the same. He can’t help himself from lookiingback at the kids every second wile you drive. You and him share a look of happiness and pride
“soo we were thinking,” lewis lightly clears his throat, his voice warm “for dinner tonight we would have a big dinner, something for everyone. Yeah, does that sounds okay?”
“hmm like what?” yasmine asks with a small smile leaning forward
“like whatever you want. everyone can pick their favorite dish and i’ll make a big serving.”
there’s a pause form the teen girl as she thinks
but the littles don’t waste a second, as a loud collective gasp hits the ears of everyone in the car. even baby rio who squeals
“i want mac and cheese!!” avianna and harper shout in unison with wide eyes
marcel covers his ears like he’s annoyed, but turns to the window to hide his smile. he was happy to see his little sisters so excited and most of all comfortable
even if he didn’t want to show it. he still felt it
you and lewis only raise an eyebrow, purely amused at their synced energy levels
“mac and cheese will be made for sure then.”
lewis lets out a little laugh, nodding at his daughters with admiration
chaos finds it ways back in the car again, while the two teens smile through it and tell you what they want for dinner
as the car pulls in through the drive way you watch as all the kids’ mouths hang open
once parked the two littles darts out and run around
you’ve barely manage to get out of the car yourself and your daughters are already admiring, and inspecting the driveway. of all things they are excited about the drive way
it was beautiful to witness their joy over such a thing
lewis opens the other side of the car to unbuckle a giggly rio from his carseat while you help the two teen climbs out from the back
yasmine grabs your hand and steps out softly “thank you.” she speaks softly, almost as if she doesn’t want to interrupt the moment but needs to say it anyway
marcel nods in agreeance, looking at you and lewis who is now beside you
“yeah….thank you guys.” the teen boy adds then unexpectedly hugging you. it hits you harder than you expect because you can feel the weight of those words and the years of things they carried
stuff they shouldn’t have had to
you feel all his emotions and you urge yasmine you hug you two
lewis does his best to hold off his years
hes waited for this moment for fifteen years, to see his wife hugging his children
now he has and its taking everything in him not to crumble to the ground in emotion. it becomes more difficult to avoid when he remembers he’s holding his baby and watching his two little girls chase each other up and down their long driveway
you turn slightly in your seat, your expression gentle but firm
“hey.” you say softly with a shaky voice “i promise you don’t have to thank us.”
they both look a little confused at that until you keep speaking, choosing each word carefully “you’re here because you’re supposed to be. this is permanent, okay? you’re not visiting and you’re not temporary, so please don’t thank us. all we want is to love you, ok. you’re home now.”
lewis emotionally nods, snuggling rio a little tighter “you were wanted. we want wanted you, all of you and you’re always going to be wanted. always.”
the teens now have tears in their eyes as they both move to hug you and lewis again
pulling away from the hug you lightly nudge them “and spoiled.” you playfully add which gains a small smirk from them
lewis then turns his attention to the girl who are still running around and squealing
“girls!” his happy, but fatherly tone comes out for the first time
their little eyes snap up immediately, though all of their excitement has been drained from their body. they stand still on the concrete, frozen in fear
you both walk over to them with marcel and yasmin trailing behind, lost in conversation
lewis realizes he might’ve scared them and immediately hold out with and with a big and warm smile
“oh. i’m sorry if i scared you, i was going to go ask if we should go inside now?”
you nod in agreement “how does that sound to you, my babies?”
their fear of consequences melts away and turns into laughter. harper doubles over holding her stomach and avianna jumps into your arms “we’re not babies!”
“ohh you’re so right! i made a mistake didn’t i?” you gasp playing along, and watch lewis giggle with harper
once their fits of laughter die down a little, the teens who have watched this entire interaction are ready to go inside
they share a smirk before shouting “race you guys inside!!”
immediately avianna and harper break away, all the kids taking off
except baby rio. he sits in lewis’s arms happily slapping his chubby hands on his dad face
to you and lewis, the sound of their shoes hitting the ground and their squeals while they push each other is what you’ve waiting all day for. all your relationship actually
but the wait was worth it
because after all these years of loving each other, you get to share that love. because you and lewis finally were able to bring kids, your kids, into your shared house
house as it was missing that home feeling. children, is what it was really missing
having it filled with the sounds of their laughter from telling inside jokes or misspeaking and shoes hitting the ground from being kicked off when getting back
these kids, your kids, they are what have turned it into a home
summary: existing in a world where you don’t fit the social standards is difficult. carlos knows this, and now having two daughters the importance of power confidence and justice only increased to him. when your daughter comes home questioning her identity, you and him realize and sort out your differences. then remind them who they are
real life | 6.2k words
( warnings: racism, name calling, parents arguing, child meltdowns and spanish that is translated. this is quite heavy, but i write to be inclusive and share real representation and perspectives with my fiction. i wrote this with black women specifically in mind, but this applies to anyone who has been made fun of for any skin color or culture. take up space, be loud and wild and know you don’t have to fit in the propaganda of pure prim and proper. thank you for reading and i love you all, i hope this isn’t offensive, but empowering. but as always, if you have a problem with this, please comment or message me. my priorities are always inclusivity and respect. )
you stand in the kitchen, the room filled with the smell of garlic and fresh air as win passes through the open window
stirring soup you and carlos move between the stove and the sink with easy rhythm. he effortlessly switches between talking to you in spanish and english
he waves one hand gesturing as he teases you for being impatient and eating before it’s done
“nunca puedes esperar hasta que la comida esté lista, ¿verdad?” he laughs as you swat as him with your spoon but he keeps going
( you can never wait until the food is ready, can you? )
“siempre tienes prisa, mi mujer.”
( you're always in a hurry, my wife.)
you simple roll your eyes “eso es porque siempre cocinas sin probar y sabe mal!” por eso a las niñas les gusta más mi comida que la tuya.”
( that's because you always cook without tasting and it tastes bad! that's why the girls like my food more than yours. )
a laugh can’t help but escape him “ay mentira.”
( oh lie )
“the girls want you to cook because you let them taste as well, and dance around in the kitchen.”
you nudge his hip with yours. “what i can say, ellas son su madre hija después de todo.”
( they are their mother after all )
smirking at that, he leans down to kiss your temple “now that, is very true mi amor.”
his lips linger on your forehead while you smile in his arms. the madrid sunlight pours through the kitchen windows, everything is calm as you count down the seconds until your two daughter come home
right as you and carlos expect the door open
but it slams harder than usual. yes the door slamming is expected as you never know what mood your teen is going to be in
though you become worried when you notice it’s nala who’s stomping
you and carlos share a worried look as she enters the kitchen entrance without looking at either of you. her little shoulders are drooping, her backpack dragging on the floor
immediately you step forward upon seeing her red eyes and trembling
“mi amor?” you can’t help but gasp with concern
the eight year old silently walks faster to get away but carlos is already after her
he scoops her up effortlessly, lifting her against his chest like he did when she was smaller and your concern only grows bigger when she buries her face into his shoulder
“hey, hey.” he murmurs softly, one hand cradling the back of her head
“qué pasó princesa? what happened?”
she shakes her head violently against him with a shout “nothing!”
you frown, your concerned motherly tone coming out “nala.” reaching for your heart your tilt your head but she won’t look at you
or her father. and that is very unlike her. talia finally appears, practically tip toeing
as the sixteen year old girl hangs up her back you she turns with a facial expression that makes your stomach churn
“talia.” speaking quietly you furrow your eyebrows “what happened mi niña?” she hesitates, eyes bouncing back and forth between her parents and her distraught little sister
carlos nods as he rubs circles into nala’s back. “amor please tell us.”
“some kids at school.” she starts quietly eye fixed on the floor “they were saying stuff.” carlos’ jaw tightens instantly and he almost interjects with anger
but your hand on his shoulder stops him “what stuff did they say honey?”
talia looks at nala, then back at you. “they made comments about her hair, saying it looks ratty and ugly.”
when your teenage daughter was done speaking the kitchen fell silent
carlos’ hand stops moving for a split second before he forces himself to keep rubbing the back of his youngest. unfortunately there was more. talia continues her voice slightly shaky now “and they said her skin looks dirty.”
your heart feels like it falls down to your feet and you fight back your tears and anger
carlos inhales slowly trying to remain calm, but it quite obvious he’s upset. you could have guessed his reaction
“who?” he asks with a low voice
one you know too well. his tolerance for these kind of comments is zero and he doesn’t back down “carlos.” you warn quietly with a look
“no, y/n.” his eyebrows furrow in a way to question your dismissal of this mess
“i want to know who said it. who said it talia.” he repeats
the teen sighs, upon noticing your hesitation and her dad’s demands “who do you think dad. but it doesn’t matter anyways, it’s not true and they’re idiots.”
carlos presses his lips to nala’s temple. with the presence of his daughters he’s trying to remain calm
but you see it. he’s furious beyond reasoning
though when he speaks again, his voice is soft “talia.” carlos gently but firmly speaks “go upstairs mi cariña por favor.”
she hesitates and looks to you for confirmation. you nod in agreement with your husband
the older girl loved her little sister, and you both knew that but this was bigger their like for proximity towards each other
sensing the slight defiance, carlos lets his shield fall and looks to your daughter with pleading eyes “please.”
that gets her to slowly disappear down the hallway and up to her room. now it’s just you, your husband and your youngest daughter
“mi niña,” carlos whispers, diverting his attention to her “look at me.”
she refuses at first fists clutching the fabric of his shirt. you step closer and cup her cheek gently. “baby.”
slowly, she lifts her face and that’s when you both see her swollen eyes
you speak to her with the gentleness she needs from her mother. “you look like me,” you say quietly “and i would never change a single thing about myself. do you understand?”
she blinks through tears but her face remains blank. no nod, just nothing
“honey people who say things like that are small and scared. they don’t understand beauty when it’s different from theirs, but they does not take away from your looks, knowledge, kindness, dedication or anything ok sweetheart.”
carlos kneels beside you now, one hand resting on nala’s back, the other gripping his own knee like he’s physically holding himself together
“i want it gone.” she suddenly murmurs and you and carlos almost feel your hearts shatter right there
“que?” carlos frowns with a disgusted and angry tone
“my hair!” she cries, her hands moving to pull harshly on it “i want to shave it off, i want to be bald now!”
carlos’ face breaks watching his daughter claw at her hair, trying to stop her
“no, no no.” you grimace in shock instantly, stepping forward to grab at her hands. that control and resistance from you, only upsets her more
nala grows more desperate to get free and run away “i don’t want it anymore!” she screams, pushing against both of you, trying to slide out from her dads arms. “i hate it! i hate it!”
“nala.” carlos turns stern, now holding her tighter. “no dices eso. nunca.”
( you don’t say that. never )
“porque no? it’s ugly!” she shouts. “it’s ugly and messy and it looks like a rat!”thrashing against she kicks and scream
your chest starts to physically hurt watching the scene in front of you play out
carlos isn’t taking it any lighter. you reach for your daughter again but she jerks away, now hitting your arm away. yelling she’s fighting both of you now, writhing in carlos’ arms. “let me go!” she cries
“amor listen to me.” he tries to reason with her gently “your hair is beautiful. it’s perfect and it’s yours.”
“and your skin,” he continues, voice shaking and trembling heavily “your skin is the most beautiful color i’ve ever seen in my life. eres como mamá.”
( you’re like mama )
you swallow hard listening to his words. she doesn’t seem to be repective at all
nala shakes her heard violently “i don’t want it!” she sobs again, pushing at his chest. “i don’t want to be like this!”
nala finally breaks free from his hold and throws herself on the floor, her small hands covering her face
“i don’t want to look like me!” her cries pierce the ears of you and carlos
the words hit harder than anything else and carlos covers his face as well. his own tears fall and he’s heavy breathing, unsure what to do at this point
you decide to take the lead now, giving carlos a moment to calm himself. you sit down next to your daughter pulling her into you
wrapping your arms around her small body she resists at first going stiff and angry. but then after you rock her for a few moments she melts into you, sobbing harder than before
carlos sighs and wraps himself around both of you. “i want to be bald.” she mutters again into your shoulder
“no.” you say gently, stroking her puffs. “you don’t want to be bald. you want to not get picked on. i understand that, mama had to go through the same thing.”
she goes quiet at your statement
after a few more moments, she pushes away from both of you again, wiping her face angrily
“i want to go to my room.”
carlos reaches for her instinctively, but you place a hand on his arm.
“vale, let her.” you murmur softly and he looks at you with conflicted eyes but you persist “she needs a moment carlos.”
he nods slowly sighing nala stomps up the stairs without looking back. her steps now heavier and with more force than before
upstairs her door slams, something you were expecting
but now the house feels too quiet, and you weren’t exactly prepared for the silence. the anger boiling and pouring from your husband
carlos stares a the kitchen floor for a moment longer than intended
his jaw is tight and his eyes are glossy. it’s taking everything in him not to scream and fight out of pure rage for his daughter
you silently walk over to the stove, turning it off before returning your attention on him
“carlos.” you say quietly
he looks up at you, eyes filled with rage and you know what’s coming
carlos stands in the middle of the kitchen his chest rising fast. his is jaw locked so tight you can see the muscles and veins shifting underneath his skin
“esto es inaceptable.” he snaps, running both hands through his hair. "¿cómo pueden decir algo así? ¿qué clase de niños piensan que está bien decir cosas así, y a su compañero de clase que tiene la misma edad? estoy disgustado y cabreado!”
( how can they say something like that? what kind of children think it's okay to say things like that, and to their classmate who is the same age? i'm upset and pissed off! )
he starts pacing back and forth immediately, his hands flying around wildly as he rambles. the angrier he becomes the faster his spanish seems to get. that part is usual
words jumble together as he continues to spit angry sentences
“eso nunca debería pasar. nunca. estoy tan jodidamente enojado ahora mismo. i swear i am going to that school tomorrow—”
( that should never happen. ever. i am so fucking mad right now )
“voy a hablar con los profesores y con el director. con quien sea. oh and don’t think I won’t fight their the parents? i want their parents, all of them and i will be speaking with them because if that’s what their children are saying, then that’s what they’re hearing at home!”
( i'm going to talk to the teachers and the principal. with whoever )
his voice is now rising, echoing off the ceilings and walls
“carlos.” you say softly
he doesn’t hear you but he doesn’t care to. he’s completely
“esto no es normal.” he continues, pacing again. “she is eight. ocho años. and they are already teaching her to hate herself? no. absolutely not. i won’t allow it.”
“carlos.”
this time your voice is firmer and he stops mid step upon hearing that you rarely say his name like that
he turns toward you, breathing so fast his chest heaving hard
“mi amor.” you say gently. “mírame.”
his shoulders shake one more before he switches to english, speaking much quieter now
“i’m sorry.” he mutters, rubbing his hands down his face. “i just—i can’t—”
“i know.” you nod, softly cutting him off knowing he’s struggling to piece his thoughts together
he shakes his head, still pacing but slower now and taking deep breathes. “she should never have to hear that never.”
you nod once. your hands are clasped together in front of you “listen to me carlos, i know you’re angry, and this is going to upset you more.”
“but i don’t think you should go to the school tomorrow.” you say carefully
his head snaps toward you. a look in his eyes squinting, shooting you a look so sharp you want to disappear
“what?”
with the help of a deep breathe, you continue, keeping your tone level “we should put our focus on nala and remind her that she’s beautiful. remind her she’s strong and needs to be proud of her skin and hair.”
his brows pull together in disbelief “that’s it?” he asks, mouthing agape and eyebrows raised his “that’s enough for you?”
“it’s what she needs.”
“no,” he says instantly shaking his head. “absolutely not, lo siento mi esposa but that’s not enough for me.”
he starts pacing again, hands on his hips this time. “she was crying in our kitchen, pushing us away and screaming saying she wants to shave her head.”
voice cracking, carlos passionately speaks the emotion pouring out of him “she wants to erase herself because of what someone ignorant entitled uneducated kids said, do you understand that?”
“i know.” you whisper, crying yourself
“so you see how she’s affected by this. how is me doing nothing the answer?”
“it’s not nothing.” you plead now feeling guilty. carlos huffs shaking his head “yeah well it feels like nothing.”
you inhale slowly “we need to be the bigger person.” the second the words leave your mouth, you know he hates them
he laughs once but there’s no humor in it, only disbelief and fury “the bigger person?” he repeats. “she gets bullied and now she has to be the bigger person?”
“carlos—”
“no,” he cuts in, shaking his head. “that is insane. she is eight. she should be worrying about coloring inside the lines and what time her favorite show is on, not about being the bigger person because someone attacked her for her skin and hair.”
his voice trembles now, the presence of anger and heartbreak evident and tangled together
“is that how you want to raise them?” he asks suddenly, his tone shifting. “to just take it and brush it off, never stop or question it?”
the question hits harder than you expect, that wasn’t an aspect you had ever stop to considered
you look down at the floor and for a moment, you don’t answer
more like can’t answer. the accusations from him make you freeze in shame. are you minimizing it? are you really teaching them to swallow their voice? it seems you are in your husband’s eyes
“no.” finally you speak, voice shaking and body trembling “that’s not how i want to raise them.”
“i want them to be strong, powerful, ambitious and confident women as they grow. i want them to be full of love and surrounded by it. i want them to walk into every room knowing exactly who they are and know that they don’t have to change.”
your throat tightens as you speak, the realization of your faulty parenting actions now hitting you hard
“i don’t want them shrinking.”
carlos sighs looking at you with teary eyes, sounding broken “ then why let this go?” he presses “i’m not letting it go.”
“it sounds like you are.”
you sigh, rubbing your hands over your arms like you’re trying to ground yourself
“we knew this was going to happen someday.” you say quietly. “and that doesn’t make it acceptable.”
before you can speak again your husband interjects “then why are you acting like it’s inevitable? why?”
you hesitate. you know your answer is only going to upset him more “because it kind of is carlos.” you whisper and right away carlos throws his head back
“it happened—happens to me.” you correct yourself then continue, quickly before he can say anything “it has always happened. and you know madrid can be—”
“don’t.” he whispers and even though you hear him you want finish your sentence
talking over him you sigh. he shakes his head knowing exactly what your about to say “i’m sorry but they can be very close minded carlos.”
“i said don’t call it that!” he snaps, his voice being louder than intended
he’s never yelled at you before, though you understand why it’s happening now “it’s not being close minded it’s racism y/n!”
the word echo between you in the now completely silent kitchen
neither of you say anything for a moment. the guilt growing in carlos feels like enough to sallow him whole
after a moment he exhales, running a hand over his mouth
“i’m sorry.” he mutters walking over to you “i didn’t mean to raise my voice at you.”
the frustration is still radiating off him but he breathes deeply, coming over to embrace you gently
“it makes me crazy.” he says quietly “because you shouldn’t have to expect it. our daughters shouldn’t have to accept it.”
your eyes sting harshly, but you try to blink it all away. “i don’t want them growing up thinking this is normal i certainly don’t want our sweet nala thinking she just has to endure it.”
he looks at you and can see right through your heart and mind
the battle going on inside you isn’t behind his as well as you wish it was. he knows the struggle you have between wanting to protect your daughters and wanting to fix thing but not knowing how
“i hate that i can’t shield them from this.”he says lowly “i would take all the pain and hate for you, her and talia if i could.”
you step closer, reaching up and placing your hands right over his heart “i know you would.”
he lets out a shaky breath, immediately softening at your movements and word. all his anger and fire sits in your arms
“i’m sorry i snapped.” he says again
“you’re angry because you love us. i understand that carlos and i know you only want to protect us.”
he nods while you fully wrap your arms around him
he exhales, relaxing into you slowly but surely. his arms circling your waist tightly, pulling you close
for a long moment, neither of you speak. his breathing slowly evens out as you rubs your hands gently over his back trying to ground him
he presses a soft kiss into your hair as he can feel the words your holding on the tip of your tongue. “please, tell me.”
you sigh slowly, feeling drained before even speaking “i don’t brush it off because i think it’s okay or don’t care,” you begin quietly. “i brush it off because i have to. the world has already normalized it and i feel like i need to as well because there’s no use in fighting against it.”
“when i was nala’s age i heard the same things your fingers tighten slightly against him
“i was too dark, too loud and ugly.”
carlos’ jaw flexes, but he keeps quiet, allowing you to expressing your feelings and share your experiences
“and every time i reacted, defended myself or even showed that it hurt, suddenly i wasn’t the girl who got insulted anymore. i was in trouble. i became the one who was rude. the angry one.”
“and from there on i was always labeled and known as the angry black woman.” you whisper “if i cried, i was dramatic. if i argued, i was aggressive. if i stood up for myself, i had an attitude.”
carlos’ arms tighten instinctively around your waist as you kept speaking
“so i learned.” you say, blinking back tears you refuse to let fall, “i had to learn that it was easier to smile, and shrug it off. i had to to pretend it didn’t hurt or i didn’t hear it.”
your voice wavers now despite your best efforts to conceal everything “because if you don’t react, they can’t label you.”
he exhales slowly against your hair holding you as you finally release it all. tears soak into his shirts
“and i hate that. i hate that i’ve gotten so used to being the bigger person that it’s automatic. i don’t even think about it anymore. it just happens.”
carlos leans back slightly so he can see your face
“i don’t want our daughters labeled,” you continue. “i don’t want talia being called difficult because she defends herself. i don’t want nala being seen as angry just because she refuses to accept disrespect.”
“but i also don’t want them hating themselves. i don’t want them thinking their hair needs to disappear or their skin needs to lighten or soften to be accepted. i’ve spent so much of my life navigating rooms carefully.” you admit with exhaustion “choosing my words carefully. choosing my reactions carefully all because if i use one wrong word or an off tone i’m suddenly the problem.”
“and somewhere along the way,” you whisper, “i started thinking that surviving it silently was strength.”
seeing your sobs he pulls you back into him immediately, his hand cradling the back of your head
“mi amor.” he murmurs pressing his cheek against your hair. “you were protecting yourself and trying to survive around people who can’t accept differences.”
“no. i was shrinking myself and the girls.” you sniffle softly and he pulls himself back just enough to look at you. he speaks firmly. “you were navigating a world full of hate.”
“and i understand why you do it,” he continues. “i do. i see it now.” he brushes his thumb under your eye where the tears fall
“but if nala is old enough to hear those things from her classmates,” he says, his voice gaining soft force again “then those children are old enough to be corrected. to be scolded in a way that clearly states that what they said is racist.”
“i will not stand for that behavior toward my daughters.” he pauses and look directly into your eyes, holding your face “or toward my wife.”
“they don’t get to say that and walk away untouched on a high horse.” he adds while you nod slowly “you’re right.” you say firmly and you mean it “thank you, that’s how it should be.”
you inhale deeply “i’m really sorry my love for brushing it off earlier. i didn’t mean to make it seem small.”
he shakes his head immediately. “no.” he whispers. “don’t apologize.”
his hands rub up and down your arms in a means to soothe . “i understand why you do it.” he says. “i understand the instinct and that’s exactly why i will always fight.”
he presses his forehead to yours. “because you shouldn’t have to.”
“i want our daughters to see that,” he continues softly. “i want them to see a father who defends them and defends their mother. not because they can’t defend themselves but because they deserve someone standing beside them. they don’t have to fight every battle but they need to know they have the right to. if they choose to correct it every single time which we know our talia will, then i will stand behind them every single time. and I will stand behind my beautiful wife who brought then to us. i will always fight.”
your eyes close briefly once bed done speaking. bending his head he presses a slow kiss to your shoulder
then another and another, repeating the process until you stop him with a laugh
“i love your skin.” he smiles and murmurs against your neck. “i love how it shines and glows in the sun.”
a dip in his voice tells you what he’s about to say “and how it feels under my hands.”
his fingers slide gently along your arm and you laugh knowing you were right. “i love your coily 4c hair.” he continues. “every curl and every inch. i love watching you wrap it at night after you let me run oil through it. i love watching our daughters’ hair grow and change and take up space.”
lingering one last kiss he holds you in his arms, sensing your change in mood
“i want them to find people who love them like the way you love me.” you say quietly and pause for a moment
“but they wont unless they love themselves first.”
carlos nods slowly, understanding your message completely, as well as where this is going “and that starts with us, i know.” he whispers sweetly
“yes.”
he rests his forehead against yours again listening intently to you speak
“we as parents have responsibilities. we teach them that their beauty theirs and not dependent on anyone else’s approval.”
“and we show them that disrespect has consequences.” he adds softly with a slight smile
you both stand there for a long moment, breathing in sync
the anger on both ends dies down and the only emotions in the room is the love and support between you two
“we’ll go to the school tomorrow.” you confirm with confidence
“together.” carlos nods and you agree “yes, together, but first.” pulling back slightly you turn to face him “we talk to our girls.”
you reach up and smooth your hand over his cheek, while he gently grabs ahold of you hand and kisses it
“i love you amor.”
you lean into him one more time, your arms wrapping around his waist again
carlos moves toward the bottom of the stairs much calmer than before but still the same amount of serious
he takes a breath before calling out, “talia y nala. ven aquí ahora por favor.”
( come here now please. )
his voice is firm, not in a angry way but definitely stern
upstairs there’s the sound of soft footsteps, and a door creaking open. followed by the slow shuffle of feet coming down
nala appears first. her eyes are still red and swollen from her breakdown earlier
her fingers curl nervously into the hem of her shirt. talia follows behind her with a neutral expression, her braids pulled into a loose ponytail that sways against her back
they both stop at the bottom step waiting and watching their father
carlos turns to the girls and tilts his head toward the living room “come sit.”
they walk over quietly and settle onto the couch beside each other. nala’s shoulders are hunched, a frown looking nearly etched on her face
as for talia, the teen sits upright, with her chin lifted. though her fingers twist together in her lap
“are we in trouble?” talia asks cautiously
“no.” you say immediately, your gentle motherly voice peeking out but at the exact same time carlos speaks “yes.” you turn toward him sharply, brows furrowing
he lifts one hand quickly, covering his mouth slightly as he leans toward you
“déjame.” he murmurs under his breath, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “let me, please.”
you hesitate for a moment then nod slowly, showing your support but also speculation. when you look back at the girls, they’re already exchanging a confused glance. however they straighten up once when their father begins speaking
“you are in trouble.” pauses, letting the words settle before continuing
“you are in trouble,” he repeats slowly, as a smile slowly creeps its way on his face “for forgetting that being black is a gift.”
the girls blink surprised and confused but none the less intrigued
“do you know,” carlos steps closer, speaking softer “that people all over the world spend thousands and thousands of dollars trying to look like you?”
immediately upon hearing that nala’s eyes flicker up to lock on you and her father
she never knew that. the little girl sit up straighter waiting for her dad to go on and talia’s nodded with a knowing sigh
“they pay for big curls like yours nala,” he gently gestures nala’s puffs. “and they pay for braids like yours tals, which by the way do not look good on them and make their hair fall out.” he adds glancing at talia who’s surpressing a laugh
“they pay for skin tone or sit in the sun and burn themselves. they get injection for big full lips, have surgery for high cheekbones.”
“all for everything you two have naturally.” he steps closer before stopping in front of nala “and yet,” he bends down to be eye to eye with your youngest “today you came home wishing you were different.”
“so yes, you are in trouble.” he continues, “the biggest trouble you could ever be in for listening to hateful people who do not have your beauty. you are in trouble for not standing up to those who tried to make you feel small. and most importantly you are in trouble for believing their racism instead of rejecting it.”
the girls go silent and his words hit even you harder than expected
your face softens watching him rest gently on nala’s knees “mírame mi pequeña.” he murmurs
( look at me my little one )
he reaches out and lifts her carefully into his arms, settling her against his chest
she clings to him instinctively his voice drops as he speaks again “we never want to hear you say you hate your hair.” he presses a kiss to the top of her head “or your skin.”
before he can stop it, tears well in his eyes and stream down his cheek as quickly as they formed
talia notices immediately “papá.” she questions with concern and disbelief, a hint of teasing in her tone showing “are you….are you crying?”
you shoot her a little smile paired with a look sharp enough to silence her
carlos lets out a small laugh through the tightness in his chest “maybe.” wiping quickly at his eye, he admits as he smiles
“i’m crying because it hurts to think that my daughters are not proud of who they are. it hurts, it really does. more than anything, and more than anyone will ever know.”
the words settle in the ears of both girls who now are now frowning at the sight of their fathers tears
he looks from one to the other, eyes shining and filled with tears. “you are both your mother.” he can’t stop his voice from shaking
your hands rests over your heart, making eye contact with your husband “you have her beautiful textured hair.” he smiles then continues “her lean and very strong muscular arms.”
he glances toward talia first “her full shaped eyebrows.” then to nala “and her beautifully structured nose.
softening his voice more he continues “and you are a product of love.” he presses another kiss to nala’s temple and smiles at talia “our love.”
nala’s arms tighten around her father as she is calm, now nodding. he lifts up nala slightly so she can see his face
“you both are exactly as you were meant to be.”
talia watches quietly on the couch, beside her dad and sister
and you stand across from them, your heavy cracking heart now feeling full and mended
carlos holds nala tighter, her chin resting on his shoulder. he keeps her tucked against him while he stands up, one hand smoothing slowly over her back
then he looks at both of his daughters really looks at them and his voice, when he speaks again, is firm but warm
“you need to be proud of who you are.” he
talia nods at him, her eyes already glassy from his empowering message
“and when someone says something racist,” he continues choosing the words carefully so they truly understand “you don’t shrink or absorb it but correct it. that language is not okay and you never ever need to or should pretend it is.”
both girl listen intently and nod. he pauses with a big sigh. taking a moment to collect himself he nods before speaking in a shaky emotional whisper
“because you come from greatness and a legacy bigger than your mom and i. much longer than our generation before and after. and if you didn’t know, some of the most successful, talented, intelligent, funny and athletic people in the world are black.”
he glances between them seeing the small growing proud smile on your face
you weren’t exactly sure where he was going with this but you do love and trust your husband over anyone
“usain bolt, once the fastest man in the world. the gymnast you love watching. simone biles has five skills named after her because she is the first and only one to do them. miss misty copeland who danced her way into auditions and shows that told her she didn’t belong because of her skin.”
he shifts nala slightly so she can see his face “pelé.” he says smiling faintly knowing how much she loves playing fútbol “a legend who changed the sport forever at such a young age.”
he looks at both girls again with a smile, but more so towards his eldest daughter now
“beyoncé.” carlos intentionally mention the singer, knowing talia’s eyes would light up “one of the biggest singers in the world. one who has the most grammys ever and built her empire from scratch with her voice and by not sticking to the made up rules.”
his voice softens slightly at the end “and we can’t forgot about your uncle lewis.”
“when he first started karting he called names and was bullied by parents who said he would never make it. he walked into formula one being the only black person and despiste not having anyone that looked like him to look up to, he became one of the greatest to ever do it. he became the person he wanted to look up to. he still fights for diversity and i fight right along side him. i fight for the people who don’t have representation, and for the little girls who look just like my little girls.”
“you are descendants of greatness.” he says quietly “and you need to remember who you are.”
your eyes land on talia first as you speak up sweetly “because you are loved.” then on nala “and you are beautiful.” knowing her dad is done speaking, talia’s composure finally breaks
tears spill down her cheeks before she can stop them. you move toward her immediately pulling her into your arms
she leans into you with a shaky laugh through her tears
“that was really beautiful.” she says, her voice thick she glances at her dad “i get why you were crying now.”
carlos laughs softly, wiping quickly at his own eye again
talia wraps her arms around you tighter “i love you both so much. truly the best parents ever and i am so grateful to have you as mine.” she murmurs
then she turns reaching for nala. her little sister reaches for her older sited and carlos sets her down
talia leans in and hugs her too “i love you hermana.” she whispers
nala sniffles, pulling back slightly looking towards you and carlos “i’m sorry mama y papa.” she says in a small voice. “for saying i hate my skin and my hair.”
carlos presses a kiss to her temple “thank you mi niña. we understand why it hurt.”
you embrace both your girls, carlos standing behind you. arms around all of you
“but we want you to know that you’re allowed to take up space. wear your hair big, be loud, show emotion and your culture even if people are mad. they’ll always have something to say about things they don’t and can’t have.” you add softly with a smile “your hair is something to be proud of. especially because you styled it all by yourself this morning.” you remind her
“that takes skill. deberías ver a tu abuelo tratando de hacerlo cuando eras un bebé. y él es viejo". carlos adds with a playful nudge
( you should see your grandfather trying to do it when you were a baby. and he's old )
she gives a tiny, watery smile. he shifts her slightly and suddenly tickles her side, picking her up
she squeals “papá!” squirming around she laughs, her father joining in
“ah that’s the smile i want to see!”
she giggles again, wiping at her face “ok ok! i will go to school tomorrow.” she declares softly while carlos gently sets her down “with my puffs. and i will add two bows!”
a shy but smug smile appears which makes talia’s face light up as they high five
“that’s right.” nala slaps her big sisters hand with a grin. you pull both girls toward you and carlos joins wrapping his arms around all of you a long tight family hug. completely embraced in the love that created this family
and the confidence you both instilled in your daughters
because being black is always something to be proud of and no one can take that away
summary: with you not having any social media accounts, george uses his personal liberty to dedicate his accounts to you. he also makes sure to showcase how chronically online he is when displaying his love and appreciation
social media
( warnings: george being online, obsessed and unhinged. also goly thank you so much for over 400 followers. i appreciate every single follower, and person who reads my stories! )
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georgerussell: dw twin they max verstappen you y/n
happy new year to my sparkly glitter pen and loml
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landonorris: why is max catching strays?
georgerussell: no no he IS a stray
maxverstappen: oh i wasn’t aware this was happening
^georgerussell: did kelly or p teach you that?
maxverstappen: y/n did actually. she loves showing me the cynthia ervio meme compilations on youtube
^georgerussell: yeah stay away from her
user: when is she going to get social media!!
^georgerussell: probably never, but that's why all my social accounts are shrines of her. though you couldn’t pry youtube out of her hands even if you were the hulk
user: YAYYYY Y/N CRUMBS!!!!!
user: the next time she'll attend a race i will have graduated high school and college
^user: she likes her quiet fun life and that's okay
user: why does george know so many internet references?
^alexalbon: because he needs to keep up with y/n. that girl still knows everything from youtube and he doesn't want to feel old or left out
user: when i followed george i thought he was kidding about the shrine thing, i quickly learned he is not......
user: he's such a lover boy its so cute
user: i've never seen a driver not care about racing like the way he does
mercedesamgf1: we see new year new year me has not taken effect on your insta yet!
^georgerussell: and it won't, sorry admin
𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥
georgerussell: very much needed break away because now i can really spam girlfriend posts
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user: holy dude get a grip
user: someone get this man a digital camera STAT
^user: omg or a polaroid that would eat
user: how many times did she yell at you to make sure you got the right picture
^georgerussell: a lot but it's all needed because i only want the best pictures for her. training never ends
user: i would pay an insane amount of money to see the process of him in public
^user: for me i would literally sell my family
user: awww what's her favorite flavor of ice cream
^georgerussell: she gets a new one every time we go out but at home i always keep a huge bucket of strawberry for her
^lewishamilton: i always give her chocolate though......
^georgerussell: ohhhhh hmmm is it because she's black?
^lewishamilton: yes actually, she literally told me to do that
^georgerussell: well! carry on then my sir goat ✊🏾
user: wtf is this kid doing 😭
^user: i want to know what he's on, and then i want whatever that is
^user: girl we should be wondering what he's NOT on
user: let me know where you're vacationing so i know where to recuse y/n at
^georgerussell: RESCUE??? oh lawyer up girl
kimiantonelli: someone take his phone and account away
^mercedesamgf1: we've tried
^instagram: so have we actually. he never stays down
𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥
georgerussell: wdym i have to leave her when the season starts again…..? 😕
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user: literally worse case scenario
user: how could they do this to you fr 💔
mercedesamgf1: our b our b, sorry bro
f1: we recognize we will never be number 1 in your heart
^georgerussell: hmm not even a p2 honestly. KIDDINGGG!!! DONT TELL THE FIA I SAID THAT
charlesleclerc: oh no you’re one of the tops drivers in racing and motorsport, how will you revcover!!!!!
^isackhadjar: oh he’s getting paid millions? doesn’t matter because it's apparently not enough to leave his girlfriend
user: george get uppp 😭
user: he’s never beating the stalker allegations
^user: or the obsessed ones
^user: you know what he should be obsessed. HAVE YOU SEEN HER?
user: how are you so aesthetic
^georgerussell: i’m about to expose myself REAL BAD here but she’s makes these herself in her camera roll and i secretly post them. nobody tell her pls!!
user: her not knowing is actually hilarious
user: so on brand for him
^user: literally "oh i wasn't are that was happening...."
kimiantonelli: so are you not happy to be my teammate
^georgerussell: i’d be happier to be y/n’s husband
lewishamilton: ok glad i left then…..
^georgerussell: there’s ALWAYS from for you my idol, sir lewis hamilton, 7 (8) time world champion
^maxverstappen: yup and just for that i’m asking your gf to hangout
^georgerussell: NO TF YOUR NOT. I’M SORRY. PLEASE
𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥
georgerussell: don’t go against her in an auntie competition, you’ll lose
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user: just auntie….
^georgerussell: stop. ( code for hopefully wife and momma soon, but don’t let her or anyone know that )
^user: dude like this is public btw?
alexalbon: ok just bc I can I'm going to tell her
^georgerussell: NO. THIS IS WHY OUR WEDDING WAS CALLED OFF
^lilymhe: for the last time, YOU AND ALEX ARE NOT GETTING MARRIED. and if anyone were to tell y/n it'd be me since I'm right next to her
^georgerussell: do u hate me? don't answer that actually
user: auntie y/n is something I didn't know I needed
^user: same. but now i need mama y/n
^georgerussell: *wink*
user: the little fairy wings 🥹
isackhadjar: oh to have y/n as my aunt
kimiantonelli: from my personal experience with her she truly is the best
Mercedesamgf1: our favorite wag!
^georgerussell: bye not admin being messy
^Mercedesamgf1: hmm. enjoy your break while it last 😈
rebeccadonaldson: so cute, miss her!
^carlossainz: oh so you hate me
^georgerussell: yes, yes she does. NO ONE CAN BEAT Y/N IN ANYTHINGGGG
landonorris: omfg look what you started carlos
^nicohulkenburg: he would’ve started that anyways
𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥
georgerussell: on a coconut girl zara larsson midnight sun x olivia dean man i need type of vacation
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landonorris: what the HELL are you talking about
charlesleclerc: my alex tried to explain this to me but i don't get it
^carlossainz: you're not going to. smile and wave
maxverstappen: i physically fucking cannot with you
pierregasly: what is wrong with you george
alexalbon: actually what are you saying
gabrielboroleto: nurse he's out again
oscarpiastri: wait no i get it
^georgerussell: thank one my number one papaya driver
user: of all fucking people he's the one who's supporting these antics, really???
user: tell y/n she will go to the first race if she loves you
^georgerussell: BEAUTIFUL IDEA!!!!! i’ll let you know what she says
^georgerussell: omg she said yes, PADDOCK PASSES FOR YOU AND HER CHECKS YOUR DM'S
^user: WTF???? is this real
mercedesamgf1: we genuinely don't know how he was able to be allowed to do this, but yes it's legitimately real. see you at melbourne!
user: crazy thing about all of this, is y/n has no idea her boyfriend is an absolute menace online
^landonorris: she wants to be kept at peace
^maxverstappen: yeah i would feel awful bursting her bubble, so we let him act like a sugar rush crazed toddler
user: she is so beautiful I cannot believe it
^user: she could pull off literally any look, aesthetic, and hairstyle. AND DOES
𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥
georgerussell: hacked! i wish my george protected me the way he does for lewis
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georgerussell: I AM JUST BEING MADE AWARE THIS WAS POSTED AND FYI I LITERALLY DO
user: my heart fell to me stomach because i thought they broke up
^user: when i saw the first picture was of george i actually got so scared
^user: almost threw my fucking phone
gabrielboroleto: wow i’m shocked to see george on george’s account
kimiantonelli: very rare george sighting
charlesleclerc: this is like seeing a blue moon in person
^alexandrasaintmleux: smh you should be taking notes
user: is it bad of my to say i want to see more George
^landonorris: yes, he’s coming for you
^georgerussell: OH NOW I’M PISSED. GET EM BANNED, WE DONT DO THAT HERE. GET EM BANNED
^user: I’M SORRY SORRY
user: who knew saying you wanted to see George on his account would have him mad
^user: girl i knew, he don’t play about posting y/n
user: oh this post is BOOTS
𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥
georgerussell: everyone say happy black history month to my wife or you're getting blocked. deadass too.
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lewishamilton: do i get a pass or….??
^georgerussell: you know what, yes. happy black history month my king 👑🇬🇧
^user: never thought i would see george giving lewis a pass to something…….
^user: actually what timeline am i in
^user: this fucking kid man 😭
user: blud has wayyy too much time on his hands
^user: which is CRAZY to think about since he’s in the high form of racing, running on the busiest schedule and this year is quickest off season turnaround
maxverstappen: he’s being serious i can tell. i already said it to her in PERSON BTW GEORGE
isackhadjar: happy black history month y/n!
^user: no way
^iasckhadjar: i always pay my respects to queens
landonorris: fuck off
^georgerussell: expect to be in the barriers, EVERY. SINGLE. RACE. HOW DAREEE YOU
^landonorris: OMG WAIT IM SORRY IM SORRY. I MEANT THAT TO THE BLOCKING. I ALREADY SAID HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH TO HER AND SENT HER $500. PLEASE THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT
^georgerussell: hold on, why are you sending my wife money without consulting me………
^landonorris: dude. are you kidding. YOU told me to go out all out, i got yelled at the first year you two dated and i didn’t get her anything for february
^georgerussell: ohhhhh. you right you right. should’ve been 1000 smh 😤
user: poor lando, the guy can’t win
user: never did i think i would see george terrorizing the drivers to say happy bhm to his girlfriend 😭
^user: because she’s the first and only black wag, i’m letting it slide bc that’s how it should be
user: wait are we just going to ignore the fact he’s calling her his wife…..?
^user: stop you’re right
^user: IF THEY GOT MARRIED I WILL CRY
user: YES GEORGE LET EM KNOW
^user: i want what they have
alexlabon: lily and i already sent her flowers dw!
^georgerussell: you’re safe. she says thank you and she misses you and lily, AND she wants to go on a double date again soon.
^lilymhe: what the mrs wants, the mrs gets. can’t wait to party with my wife again!!
^georgerussell: OH SO SHES YOUR WIFE BUT ALEX AND I CANT GET MARRIED, OH HELL NAH
^mercedesamgf1: george please get back to testing!
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
yourusername: made this literally only to say happy birthday to best husband in the world, and then i will disappear forever and never log back in
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user: WAIT YOURE LIKE ACTUALLYYYY MARRIED
^yourusername: for a year now!
maxverstappen: worst groom ever
^georgerussell: NOT TOO MUCH NOW. and it would actually be you but you're not even married yet 😛
^kellypiquet: oh ok really
^maxverstappen: you need a tighter leash
oscarpiastri: omg first post!
^landonorris: using omg? really
^georgerussell: LEAVE Y/N’S SON ALONE
^oscarpiastri: wait I’ve been adopted by you two, yay!
^landonorris: i’m just going to block you at this point george. THAT SHOULD BE ME
user: a surprise marriage post is lowkey expected
user: how did george keep this a secret
^yourusername: technically he didn’t….just no one actually believed him 😭
mercedesamgf1: been here since day one! 🩵
lilymhe: my most beautiful bride 🥺
georgerussell: STOP IT
^yourusername: georgie pls reel it in and go drive
alexandrasaintmleux: so so cutie and gorgeous
^carlossainz: don’t let george see this
^georgerussell: well i’m here 😤
user: HMMM THE BACK PIC
^user: like i get it y/n
^user: more like i get it george, HAVE YOU SEEEN Y/N?
user: the most stunning couple ever
kimiantonelli: the craziest wedding i’ve ever been to, ay mamma mia
^olliebearman: because why was george giving y/n a lap dance and saying tiktok references in his vows
^isackhadjar: i wasn’t complaining….;)
^alexalbon: DO NOT FEED INTO IT
^landonorris: BOO GET OUT OF HERE
^charlesleclerc: no no no he’s going do it again
^georgerussell: i mean…..time and place isack!
^mercedesamgf1: WHERE IS PR HOLY. never thought our driver being unhinged on insta would be the thing to give us grey hair
𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥
georgerussell: FIRST PLACE FOR THE FIRST RACE!! i know this season is going to be fantastic, we’re off to an amazing start. thank you to my wife for FINALLY coming to another race, and thank you to my entire mercedes team.
more P1 podiums and wifey appearances will be here in the 2026 season. LETS GOOO!! 🩵
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mercedesamgf1: wouldn’t be a post without y/n!
^georgerussell: glad you’ve learned
user: of course the first pic is of his wife
user: dude wins the first race of the year and makes sure to puts his wife as the cover photo
^user: HAVE YOU SEEN HER?
user: it makes sense why he's posts her a lot!
alexalbon: get the tongue back in your mouth
landonorris: i’m shocked you’re clothed in all these
^georgerussell: not for long 😼 me and wifey gotta celebrate 😛😛
escarpiastri: well done! 🎉
^georgerussell: MY SON!! congrats on p2 in the home race, this calls for a club celebration 🍾🪩
yourusername: i guess i’ll say congrats on here 🤷🏾♀️🫶🏾
^georgerussell: oh you can say it a different way. but this comment did make my hole weak :)
^yourusername: ooooo baby that one might’ve been the nail in the coffin 😭
^mercedesamgf1: expect a fine. from us.
^georgerussell: if it makes it any better i meant whole week
summary: living in monaco for his whole life means he knows everyone. but when you step in the city, charles can’t help to be entranced. he does what he knows second best, throw a party
real life | 4.7k words
( no warnings really, extreme yearning and desperation from charles. no looks specified for the fem reader…..i don’t think. i tried my best but it’s not proofread. also thank you so much for reading and for 300 followers, i appreciate and love every single one of yall and see all comments and inbox messages <3 )
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being in downtown monaco felt like a dream
people all around you were driving one of their ten fancy sports cars and walking their dog, and even that looked rich
you had just moved here yesterday and it was already feeling like home
it was much different than miami. no one was smoking, fighting on the street or geeking out from drugs
though you had just gotten here, you were already turning heads
people couldn’t help notice your striking model walk, insanely straight posture and stone cold face. as you stepped out of her car heads turned immediately
smiling slightly, you pushed your sunglasses up and gave the crowd of girls a quick wave
as you strolled down the sidewalk, whispers started almost instantly
some sounded curious, mostly from young girls and women
but others seemed to be envious. it didn’t bother you though. whatever they were saying, it was about you
you were being brought up in conversation and that sat perfectly with your conscience
"that's the new girl.” someone murmured "she's gorgeous." another voice said as they snapped a photo of you
an young mom sitting outside a cafe with her baby in her arm stopped you gently, a warm smile on her face. "excuse me dear, i just have to say you are absolutely stunning."
smiling graciously, you lowered your sunglasses stopping in your track
your eyes scanned over to the baby in her arms who reached out to grab your finger. with soft hands you grabbed the tiny one’s hand
"thank you so much.” your voice sounded smooth and honeyed as you tilted your head. "that's such a lovely thing to say."
for a moment you paused to let out a sigh "but makes sense since you're such a lovely and beautiful woman as well."
the woman beamed and it was clear she needed that
you gave her and her baby once last wave before continuing on your way, the four inch heels underneath your feet clicking softly against the pavement
once you reached your destination you stepped into a store filled with luxury clothing and accessories. your ran your fingers over the soft linens and polished handbags
every shop entered felt like a stage, and it so happened you played the role flawlessly
what you didn't know was that you really did have an audience
across from the sidewalk, charles leclerc stood by himself watching from across the street. he'd been on his way to meet his brother aurther and max verstappen when he spotted you
it was hard not to be there and unaware of the attention and slight commotion you were causing
the way you walked with purpose. how you held yourself like you knew you belonged here. your confidence but humbleness both shining through as you interacted with people
he had no idea who were. if he was being completely honest
but your clothes fit you too much like a glove, so much so that there was no way they weren’t tailored. or even custom made
he didn’t even mean to look that way either. it was gut instinct from seeing the crowd form, but when he realized it wasn’t for him that was when he saw you
all it took was one glance and now he couldn't look away. "damn.” he muttered to himself
everything about you, from the way you walked and the way you carried herself, was magnetic
charles couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something about her that was different from the usual rich people in monaco
you weren’t just pretty, you were breathtaking. but it wasn’t even only your looks, you were classy and elegant but clearly had personality
and the confidence you exuded. it was enough to knock the air out of his lungs. it totally felt like it did too
though he didn't know who you were, yet, he knew he had to find a way to get to you
charles walked into the restaurant, sitting down across the two men
as the two men talked while they waited for the food, his mind was still on you. he couldn’t stop thinking about you and your everything
arthur was sitting next to him fiddling with something on his phone he thought was funny, while max sat across from them telling a story about his cats
once they realized charles hadn’t contributed anything to the conversation they stopped mingling amongst themselves and turned to him "anyway.” his brother spoke
"what are we doing after this?”
charles didn't answer right away, though the question was directly asked towards him
but eventually, when max snapped his fingers in his face, the older leclerc sat up straight, folding his sleeves back and placing his hands on the table
deciding to confess he realized he was gonna drag his friends in on this
"i am throwing a party tonight.” he nodded firmly, making sure his statement was clear
though the two men still seemed to be confused. more than confused actually, try surprised and perplexed
"charles what?” arthur looked at his brother with wide eyes, taking in his brothers words
but charles didn’t stop there. he gestured wildly with his hands beginning to tell the story of why he’s throwing a party “i just saw the most beautiful woman i've ever seen in my life on the way here. i'm not even kidding."
"oh great, another model hes plotting on?" max spoke, not even cracking a smile. "who is she?"
"well that’s the thing. i don’t know who she is.” he started and stopped the second he heard his younger brother scoff "no no just listen to me please!" he exclaimed
“she wasn't like your usual rich girl. she wasn't fake like they are she just had this confidence, she owned the whole damn country."
max chuckled. "sounds like someone made an impression on you."
arthur finally put his phone down, looking slightly intrigued. "ok whatever describe her."
instantly the man spoke again, his face lighting up like a kid talking about his first crush
"the most beautiful hair i’ve ever seen, long beautiful shiny skin, and fancy unique clothing."
he was being totally serious, which was something the two men didn't seem to grasp
they knew he was serious, but they didn't know the full extent charles was willing to go for this girl
"she was downtown, ok but here's the thing you guys, i've never seen her before. and you know we know everyone here, like even the tourists. everyone."
the three of them sat in silence for a moment, as they realized charles was right
after a few moments max was the first to speak up
to be quite honest he was really interested to see what ridiculous idea his friend was going coming to come up with “so what are you gonna do about it with this party?” he asked
at that question he grinned because that's exactly what he was waiting for. but it was the kind of grin that usually meant trouble
and it absolutely was ridiculous."well i need to know who she is so we're gonna throw a party. a full blown monaco style
"because that's totally the right way to do." rolling his eyes, arthur scoffed
"you don't even know if shes going to show.” his brother muttered, but that didn’t stop
"no no she will show up.”
after charles was done speaking it went silent then someone spoke up. it was max
he looked at arthur then his eyes went to his friend then back to arthur and shrugged. "i mean, it's not the worst plan he's ever had."
"but what happens if she's dating someone? by how you described her and the way you’re in love after one look i don’t think you can be the only one falling at her feet.”
oh. he hadn’t though about it that way
charles aused and his jaw hung open slightly as he momentarily thrown off by the possibility
"well then i'll...i'll figure it out" he said, his confidence faltering for half a second before he brushed the thought away. "but come on, she'll want to talk to me at least."
"right, because you're so irresistible.” arthur deadpanned
nothing like brother lovely and support right
"yes exactly.” he said ignoring the sarcasm that was given
meanwhile max just laughed shaking his head. "all right fine, let's do it. but if this blows up in our faces it's on you leclerc.”
“don't make us regret it.” the younger leclerc muttered, clearly still not entirely on board
the boy hopped up from the couch, already buzzing with energy. "okay so we'll do it tomorrow night. club, drinks, flashing lights, loud music the whole deal."
"you're really betting everything on this girl showing up aren’t you?” his brother raised his eyebrows
and yes he was. charles was all in on the plan but it was true, he didn’t know how or if girl was actually going to make it to the party
the next day the was finally taking place and normally this was the exact kind of night charles usually thrived on, but not tonight
tonight he had a mission
and he was determined to complete it. standing at the top of the dj booth he scanned the crowd
but no matter how many people he saw, none of them were you
"so i take it she's not here.” max’s voice broke him out of his thoughts as he smirked and put his arms around his friends shoulder
he turned to see his friend standing there, and with an amused smirk
he didn’t want to give up hope "no she's here.” he nodded but it was more to convince himself than max. "she has to be, definitely.”
the verstappen man chuckled, shaking his head "dude, you don't even know if she lives here. she could be a tourist just passing through."
"she's not a tourist." he huffed firmly. "there’s absolutely no way. she didn't have that vibe, plus i think she would’ve ask for a picture."
"oh very humble, and different how?"
immediately when that question was said be paused for a moment, struggling to find the right words. "i don't know, but she is."
after two hours max returned back to charles’s side giving him a nudge "you still looking for her, huh?” he followed his gaze, raising an eyebrow
"she has be here." a sigh left him boy
he was absolutely starting to get a discouraged as he ran a hand through his hair
"maybe she's not the party type.” arthur chipped in, now standing next to the two other men
charles furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head. "no way. she is the party, she's probably just running late."
his friend brother groaned "or maybe she's at home completely unaware of this party you threw for her."
"no, she knows.” charles argued with him brother stubbornly
but the younger leclerc was all out of hope and imagination. he knew this woman wasn’t going to show up. why would she? "how charles?"
not really having an answer, he shrugged just wanting to be done with this conversation “because she just does arthur.” he responded his eyes still scanning the crowd, hoping for a glimpse of your gold jewelry that sparkled in the sunlight yesterday
the anticipation was driving him crazy, but he wasn't giving up. he couldn’t
"you know,” max said after a moment, "she could be anywhere.”
humming in agreement arthur bluntly speaks up “even if she lives here, she might not even be single. she probably has a boyfriend since she sounds completely out of your league."
he shot his brother a look. "wow thank you for the hint of confidence."
arthur shrugged. he didn’t care if it was harsh or tough love, his brother seemed in way over his head and this was a recipe for disaster
he didn’t want his brother to get hurt, that was all. even if he wasn’t going the best way about it, he cared of him and had good reason in why he wasn’t being supportive "just saying. you might be chasing a ghost."
the older leclerc gave a long sigh. "even if she doesn’t show up tonight, i’m going to find her."
he was trying to stay positive, but it was clear someone wasn't so appreciative of his dedication and determination
"and then what?" arthur snapped, making his brother whipped his head towards him
now the brothers were face to face. "what do you mean?"
not wanting to get involved in the sibling feud anymore, max began walking away. and the two leclerc’s continued “let's say you find her, ok then what's your plan what that?”
he started off, his voice and body language way more aggressive than intended “are you just going to say 'hey, i threw a whole party hoping you'd show up because i'm obsessed with you’ because that will totally make them want to fall in love with you."
charles stared his brother in the eye, keeping his words to himself
he didn’t want to let his anger get the best of him and say something he regret. if anything he was in the wrong, not arthur
this was out there, for sure. a plan that was ridiculous and extremely extravagant
with neither of them speaking they fell into a silence, one that felt uncomfortable and the clear result of disagreements and tension
and as the party kept growing, charles kept his eyes on the crowd
but don’t feel fooled, his hope faded with every passing minute. he knew he had to admit the truth now
out loud and to himself. and that was probably the hardest part
because now he felt stupid "she's not here.” he eventually accepted the fact and said it outloud, breaking the silence
seeing the way his brother’s face dropped made something inside him shift, and he honestly felt a bad
"it's not the end of the world char. you'll probably see her again if she lives here, and if she doesn't, then there’s plenty of other women in the world..”
charles tried to conceal the frown on his face, but was not doing a very good job
“not like her. i’m telling you arthur, she’s special. if I feel like this just from seeing her for five seconds, i already know i would feel even stronger getting to actually talk to her.”
all his brother could do was sigh “let it go for now, and enjoy the party, ok charles. go get a drink, talk to someone and ho knows? maybe you'll run into her when you least expect it."
he nodded reluctantly, but his mind was already made up. even if you weren’t here tonight, he wasn't giving up
"sure, but the night's not over. i'm going to see her again.”
so he stayed exactly where he was. The rest of the night he stood on the dj booth watching the crowd, waiting and waiting
waiting for you to come to the party
he hadn’t realized how much he had poured into this night
it was four in the morning, which mean the party was long over by now
and yet he lingered, staring at the empty corners where your presence should have been
even as the night began to dwindle down he stayed in his spot by the dj booth, where he could see everything
just one the one thing he wanted to see
the image of you strutting into the room kept replaying in his mind
but now charles sat alone in the fading echo of the laughter and music
the last of the champagne glasses being cleared away by a few tired staff who didn’t linger a second longer, once they realized he wasn’t speaking to anyone
he hadn’t left, couldn’t leave, because all night he had held onto desperate hope.
hoping that you would appear
it really was crazy, now that he was thinking about. be memorized by a woman you saw walking for one second and then throw a whole party for her the next
why did he even think this stupid plan would work?
the feel of failure and embarrassment hurt more than he cared to admit
all he wanted was for you to walk through the door, and underneath the sparkling and flashing lights
to smile at him, dance with him. anything, just show up
but you didn’t. you never arrived
he exhaled slowly and began gathering what he could
stacking chairs, gathering empty bottle and cans. his movements felt automatic from how numb he was feeling
this was stupid. so stupid, and dumb
no way you would actually come to a party, even if it was to you. because let’s not forget, it was one you didn’t know about
but as he walked outside to throw away his trash bag, his heart nearly stopped
there you were
he went silent immediately, his body tensing up
in hopes to not startle you he moved carefully making sure to slowly pick up his feet. make himself looks presentable
and friendly. certainly not like a creep
but as he stepped closed her was pulled out of his own thoughts and noticed you
really getting a good look at you, you weren’t in the heels or fancy outfits that look perfectly tailored to your body
your elegance that seemed untouchable didn’t seem to be there
leaning against the wall was you in loose, wrinkled, obviously worn clothes
you were arguing quietly with someone he couldn’t get a good look at. it was very obvious you were emotionally hurt
tears were streaming down your face, and your voice kept cracking
charles didn’t understand what was happening or the person you were now
but he stayed anyways. watching the way your body moved with tension. how your hands moved sharply
then with a final yell from you, all of a sudden you were alone again
now standing against the cold wall, exhaling and he figured it was probably be the fight had drained everything from you
charles’s heart tightened in his chest. he knew he had to talk to you
but his mindset on why had changed. it wasn’t to get your number, or to flirt horribly with you
all he wanted now was to make sure you were okay
to comfort you and listen to whatever he needed to, in order to make you feel better
he approached slowly speaking softly, hesitating slightly “are you okay?”
you turned to him with wide eyes for a fraction of a second before fixing your mask, putting on a neutral expression. “i’m fine.” you mumbled
charles didn’t buy your comment. he took another step closer. “i saw you arguing with someone, that didn’t seem fine.”
in a whisper you reply “it’s complicated.”
you shake your head and wave him off, hoping, and thinking he’ll leave
and to your surprise he doesn’t. charles tilts his head, shrugging his shoulders “if you want to tell me, i have time.” he looks around to the empty ally “lots of it.”
you hesitated and then gave him a look “you saw me didn’t you? earlier today?”
“yes. i did, how do you know?”
shooting him a look you tilt your head to the side “no one’s that invested in a story of a stranger. certainly not me.”
“maybe i happen to be a good person.” he shrugs replying with a teasing tone
but what he was saying was real. “to be fair you were just arguing with someone in an ally at four am.”
“a formula one driver being a good person. that’s a bit unheard of.” you tease him right back
“wouldn’t you agree charles leclerc?”
his eye widen. he didn’t think you knew of him. in fact since speaking to you in this ally way he was sure of it “so you do know who i am?”
“who doesn’t? this is basically the city and country of you. everyone knows who you are, it’s a little impossible not to here. so what do you want to know, apart from if I’m ok because i think you got an answer.”
“ok, well if i can’t ask that, how did you end up here? in monaco?”
you walk over to him slowly, starting your story off slowly and gently “i just did.”
not quite catching on where this is going, charles raises any brow “what does that mean? you don’t remember orr you don’t want to tell me.”
“the second one.” a whisper leaves you, along with shame and embarrassment
he doesn’t judge or make a face though. he stays silent and open the space for you to continue
and you do. “i never stay in a city for more than a week. that’s when people begin to ask questions and put pieces together. the way i dress and carry myself is all an act.” pausing for a moment you let yourself take in what you have always been too scared to say out loud
your confession doesn’t stop there “i do it because it makes me feel important. when people smile at me or stop in the street to look at me it makes me feel like i belong. i can pretend that someone cares and it’s nice to have that. because i…..i don’t really have anyone.”
charles froze at your last words, he wasn’t expecting someone like you to admit this
“you don’t have any family or friends.” he asks softly
you shook your head, trying to keep your chin held high so tears didn’t stream down your face. you didn’t want this famous man seeing you cry “no friends or family.”
“i’ve never really felt accepted anywhere, certainly not by my family because they never loved me the way i needed. i got in a fight with them and they kicked me out, not letting me take anything, leaving me no possessions or money.”
“i did what i could and made a plan to make myself play a part. i get in where i want, get what i need and people notice me. i never tell people my name but people want me at their events. i has little money, no friends, no one, and now i have what i need but it’s not enough. when i’m dressed up, when i pretend to be someone that’s fancy and needed only for a night, but in the end i walk back to whenever i am for the night and no one’s waiting for me. all of a sudden the eyes on me earlier don’t count, nothing doesn’t matter anymore.”
your lips pressed together to form a thin line as a single tear escape from your eyes
though you didn’t want to cry, you had already bared what felt like your entire soul to this man
no crying in front of him was a rule that seemed silly to you now
and charles felt like someone had stabbed him straight through the heart. he wasn’t at all expecting you to be so honest, but he was glad you were
in such a short amount of time you felt like you had a bond forming with this charles. it wasn’t intended or expected
which was better than anything. it was real and formed off of listening and talking
you were able to connect with him, and he was able to see a you that wasn’t the fraud and faux model version
he didn’t care if you put on a show earlier, or if you lied. you did it to get by
now that you had conceded and showed your truth to him, he felt it was only right to do the same to you
taking a step closer, he crossed his arms slowly “you know i threw a party for you tonight?”
“you what?” that makes you perk up, double checking if you heard him correctly, surely he didn’t actually mean that
except he did. he absolutely and wholeheartedly mean the words he said
“yeah, i threw a party for you. this whole thing a was a for you, in hopes you’d show up here. i thought you would because to my mind at the time you seemed like the type to always be drawn to these environments.”
“looks like i wasn’t half wrong.” he shrugs with a slight smile, making you smile
“you really did that, for me? some flashy girl you saw strut in the city once?” it sounded crazy to even say out loud, let alone think about
but here you were, and here was charles admitting his crazy scheme to you
“i did. but i don’t care about any of that now?” he said softly. “i don’t care about the act, or how much money you have. i care about you. all of you, not your image, not the smile you show to everyone else. i care about the you sitting here, right now telling me this.”
you blinked, stunned. there was no way he was telling the truth
“this isn’t a joke or a lie, did you actually throw a party because of me?” speaking slowly you sounded very confused
charles cleared it up immediately “no no, not because of you. i said i threw it for you.”
his hand found yours “i’m being so serious. come inside, i will show you.”
you hesitated, feeling conflicted by your logical head and your emotional heart. but his gaze held no pressure and no judgment towards you
that made you follow him. your feet moved into the empty club
the glittering lights of the party still reflecting off the walls and mirrorballs. your eyes glanced over the remnants of alcohol and confetti scattered across the floors
charles smiles softly, glancing at the remnants of the night. “this was all for you,”
he spoke quietly, grazing gently over your fingers “every detail and every song, it was meant for you.”
you shake your head, laughing nervously. “i….i can’t believe this was for me.”
“it still is.” with direct eye contact, you felt your chest tighten as his words sank in. he let go and walked to the music system
a soft piano piece flowed from the speakers, filling the the room
charles extended his hand once more a smile tugging at his lips “dance with me.” he spoke softly, his eyes never leaving yours
shyly, you placed your hand in his. he guided you to the center of the empty room
he pulled you close, so close his chest was pressed against yours
“you have me now.” he whispered “you don’t need to pretend with me. you have me, and i don’t want to go anywhere.”
you leaned closer into him closing your eyes, feeling the pulse of his heartbeat beneath your ear. “i’ve been waiting for someone my whole life to say that.” you sigh, voice trembling
the world outside faded to nothing, the music swirling around your ears
you didn’t feel invisible or alone. that a feeling you’ve never felt before, but one you’ve been craving not to feel for your entire life
charles spun you slowly in his arms, guiding you across the sticky floor “as i said before you have me now, and i plan to stay. for the real you. all of you.”
“even though that scares me, i think i could get used to monaco and the racing scene.”
“oh can you?” he teases softly “yes i can. and you too of course charles.” you go quieter, looking in his eyes
“thank you for throwing this stupid party.”
earning a soft laugh charles looks down before shaking his head
“thank you for being at the right place at the right time. i know you’ve had a rough night but i’m glad it led me to you.” you lean you head on his shoulder
his hands grip tighter on yours “this was that last hard night you’ll never have, or have to pretend your someone you’re not. i like who you are, and i want to keep seeing you.”
“i want to keep seeing you too.” you whisper, and keep your face pressed to the divot of his collarbone
the two of you stay like that, close and swaying, completely immersed in the world of each other that you both created. one you play to stay in
summary: following lando’s drunken party and broken promises you realize you’re done being alone in motherhood. you express your feelings and know it’s time to go. lando doesn’t grasp the situation, his true feelings towards you, or maturity until it’s too late
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( warnings: online hate, postpartum depression, co parenting, custody arrangement. this is the pt2 to “color me blue” sorry it took so long, some interesting things have happened but here is it. thank you so much for reading, and more are on the way! )
“i’m saying the only option left for me is to leave.”
your soft spoken words echos through the night, haunting your own ears as they carry across the sky
neither of you move or speak
you can’t. you feel like if you say more you’ll fall apart more than you already have
lando just stares at you. he feels like there’s nothing left to say
his mouth opens like he wants to argue and deny your opinion but nothing comes out. he plays it off as if he’s tired
but really he knows there’s nothing he can say that will get you to stay
truly he know he won’t be able to change for you. and maybe there’s a part of him that actually doesn’t want to change
his silence is the nail in the cofffin for you
it tells you everything you need and are going to hear
you can sit around and wait for him. so you don’t wait for him to. now you live for you and your daughter
which meant leaving on your terms
you turn and walk back inside. no yelling, slamming or yelling anymore
if he’s not wanting you to stay, then he wantaing you to go. you know this is why best for you daughter
but most importantly it’s what’s best for your emotional and mental. you can’t sit away in an apartment by yourself while your baddy daddy is out partying
you need help
in more ways than one. with yourself internally and with your baby for childcare. and you accept that
something inside you has already shattered and your movements are calm as you head straight to the bedroom, not paying any mind to lando as he follows a few steps behind you
his movements don’t mirror yours at all. he stumbles around clumsy and unsteady
it’s like he doesn’t know where to put himself anymore, but it hasn’t fully hit him yet
the gravity of the situation isn’t setting into his brain as he watches you pull a suitcase from the closet and set it on the bed
but it is when he finally speaks up
“what—what are you doing?” he asks quietly, with a hoarse voice
he sounds confused because he either doesn’t know where he is, or he genuinely didn’t believe you were going to leave
“i’m leaving lando.” simply whispering you don’t even look at him as you fold your daughter’s tiny clothes into the case
her onesies, pajamas, socks and shoes are so small they barely fill a quarter of the bad
“i told you I’m done with this and with you.”
he runs a hand through his hair, pacing once before stopping at the edge of the bed. “it’s four in the morning baby. please you’re tired. this is just, this is because we argued.”
you keep your cool and don’t react in any other way that undisturbed
“no it’s not lando. this is because i’ve been begging you to see and help me for months and you haven’t. no one has. not your family, not your friends, and certainly not you.”
you move to the crib and gently lift your daughter, who stirs but doesn’t cry “we’re not staying somewhere we aren’t wanted.”
the one month old settles against your chest while you kiss her forehead, your throat tightening for just a second before you swallow it down.
lando sits on the edge of the bed his elbows on his knees, watching you like a show
this isn’t a tragedy for him. at least it definitely isn’t right now
when you pass him to grab her diaper bag, his shoulders start to shake. “wait, please.” he whispers
but there’s no edge to it, no defensiveness and no real emotion
he’s no asking you to stay because he loves you and will do better. he stopped you because he’s drunk and doesn’t want to be alone “please don’t leave.”
you know him. you tell yourself he’s only doing this for himself, not because he wants you here
pausing at the door you look back to him. “say bye to your daughter for tonight.”
those words get him standing quickly, stumbling forward with tears spilling freely now. “i’ll do better. i swear. i’ll help more, i’ll—i’ll get up at night, i’ll learn everything, i just please don’t do this. don’t take her away from me. she’s my baby.”
you turn slowly, and when he sees your face, something in him breaks even further
“if she was your baby you would have learned how to take care of her and support me after I had her. but you didn’t. i ’m not taking her away from you but i’m not doing this alone anymore.”
he shakes his head crying harder. “i didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“i’ll call your mom in the morning and tell her what’s going on. our lawyers can figure out a custody plan.”
his breath stutters. “lawyers?”
he reaches for you, but you step back before he can touch you
“i love you.” he says desperately. “please.”
you look at him for a long moment, then down at your daughter, and back at him again. “i wanted to love you.” you whisper
“but i wanted you to love her really, that’s why i stayed as long as i did.”
without another word or glance towards lando, your feet move you out the door
and into new beginnings
lando awoke in the afternoon with a pounding headache
but it wasn’t the headache that had him panicking. it was because the room felt quite, too quiet
he laid under his pillow for a few moments to check he was correct in what he was hearing
which was nothing. no crying, no rustling from you, no movement and sounds
rolling onto his side is when he notices you and his baby are gone
his stomach drops as it all comes flooding back
you calling him, his promise to come home, how late he stayed out, the arguing when he got home, your tears
everything hits him
hard and all at once. he sits up abruptly, scanning the room, heart racing
the diaper/travel bag for the one month old is missing. her knitted baby blankets no where to found
and your side of the closet looks bare. too bare.
he remembers you saying you couldn’t do it anymore and walking out door. but what he really remembers is how he left you
there was no fight or protest put up
“no.” he breathes heavily, panic flooding into his veins “no, no, no.”
his chest tightens painfully as he scrambles for his phone “fuck. fuck fuck, this can’t be real. fuck. no please, please.”
begging and pleading he calls the only person he can stomach telling what happened hands
“mama.” he sobs broken the second his mom answers
he tries his best to breathe and get the words out but it’s not use. everything meshes together an comes out in huffs and mumbles
“she’s gone. she took the baby. i don’t—i can’t—i don’t know what to do.”
cisca listens to her son and doesn’t interrupt him, letting him get out what he needs to
she lets him ramble, cry and spiral as he tries to explain the situation through broken sentences and guilt ridden sobs
when he finally runs out of words, only heaving with tears she steps in
sighing heavily the woman speaks slowly carefully, not wanting to upset him more “lando, baby.” she starts off quietly “i’m sorry this happened, but i understand why she left.”
“you what? mum no please.”
she doesn’t let him say anymore as she continues, calmly but firm. “you don’t help her. you haven’t in her pregnancy, and nothings changed since she gave birth.”
“mum that’s not—” he starts, but she cuts him off. it’s not all his fault, she knows that
it’s her too. “listen lan.”
cisca huffs, her next words feeling increasingly heavier “i haven’t been kind to her either, you know that, she’s knows that. i didn’t like the way you too met and i only tolerated her because of my grandchild. how i treated her is something i will regret for the rest of my life.”
lando can’t deny that truth, but it only makes his sobs grow louder. “why would you let her go? why wouldn’t you stop her?”
“it’s not my job to. no one was going to be able to stop her sweetie, and we shouldn’t.” the woman sighs heavily “she left because you don’t understand, and it seems you still don’t get it lando.”
he presses the phone harder to his ear, feeling desperate for answers now
“understand what?”
“that she’s been doing this alone.”
the woman takes a moment “you two weren’t ready to be parents, and you made her be a mother anyway. but you didn’t become a father, you didn’t step up when she did.”
“everyone in our family is at fault. no one defended her, or offered to help her with the baby or herself. we never showed support or told she was doing a good job. not one of us watched the baby so she could shower, or sleep, or feel human.”
her words cut deeper into the wounded lando was already bleeding out from
lando slides down the bed, collapsing against the mattress as he cries. “i didn’t mean for this to happen.”
“i know you didn’t.” cisca shrugs “but you don’t think, and i love you son but feeling guilt and even accountability doesn’t erase the past. you need to respect her decision.”
the call between him and his mother ends shortly after
his mom words sink into his ears as drops the phone, curling into himself
lando sobs into the sheets that still smell like you and your daughter. watching the rest of the day go by he lays in his bed and cries
cries for his baby he didn’t wake up for, for all the times he didn’t protect you
and for the family he had with you, that he didn’t realize he was losing until you were walking out the door
he couldn’t believe this happen. he didn’t mean for things to be this way
𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑
you sit cross legged on a soft blanket underneath a tree with your daughter between your legs
the seven month olds chubby hands wrapped around a squishy toy she keeps trying to shove into her mouth
she babbles happily, slobber dribbling down her chin
as for you, your eyes keep flicking toward your baby and around the park
lando should he here any minute, it’s your day together
both of you agreed to get together one day a month to give updates, tells stories, and show pictures of your daughter
though last month lando was so busy with racing he wasn’t able to meet
he always made time for his daughter, and the weeks he had her, nothing else mattered, even if it was a race weekend
but when it came to you, he knew you needed your space
and after he won the championship he was running around doing interviews and celebrating with the baby, friends and family, that he didn’t want to make your move things around to fit his schedule
so this is the first time you’ll be seeing him in two months
you tell yourself you’re calm and that it’s normal to feel nervous like this
it’s not like you still have feelings for him but he isn’t some random man you partied and slept with
not anymore at least
he’s the man you had a baby with and dated for 8 months
however all of those things get pushed to the side as you get pulled out of your mind
because you see him. lando walks toward you slowly, wearing black pants and a fitted green button down
a small smile appears on his face when you two shortly make eye contact
in his hands is a small bouquet of a colorful flowers, wrapped in brown paper. wildflowers, which are your favorite
he stops at the edge of the blanket, smiling nervously as your daughter looks up at him and immediately lights up
reaching out with a delighted squeal the baby waits for her father to sit down
lando drops to his knees beside the blanket without hesitation, setting the flowers down and scooping her up, pressing kisses to her cheeks as she giggles
“hi my angel.” his accent still strong even in a baby voice “i missed you so much.”
you watch him talk and cuddle your daughter, noticing your heart swelling and being pulled in different directions but you let it go
after a moment he glances up at you, and hands the flowers toward you. “oh, also these are for you.”
“oh.” hesitating for a moment you stare at them beforw grabbing them them
“thank you.”
he stays looking at you for seconds longer than intended
and you definitely noticed but decided to act like you didn’t and not say anything
smiling he gently lays your daughter on her stomach and pulls out more toys from his bag, dangling them in her face
the three of you spend the next hour playing simple games
stacking blocks only for her to knock them down, clapping when she manages to sit up on her own
you and lando talk about milestones while she attempts to roll over
but she really just sways from side to side, barely lifting a hip off the ground
the two of you speak about how she’s started trying new foods, a mix of purees and small solid portions
you laugh on how she hates naps unless the room is completely dark and quiet you update him on doctor appointments, the new routine you’ve settled her into
he tells you about racing and life since winning his first ever world championship
pulling out his phone lando shows you pictures of him and his daughter on their first vacation post season
one of her wearing baby sunglasses and a bucket hat playing in the sand while max and lando hold her, another one of them wearing matching outfits at dinner
finally he shows you a picture of her and his mom both wearing a world champion hat
he tells you after how he’s moved apartments to be closer to the park and your place so exchanges are easier
he laughs when your daughter grabs a toy and chucks it
when she finally starts becoming tired you cradle her, gently rocking her side to side
you know she won’t go to sleep but your maternal instincts can’t let her lay on the ground, she’ll get fussy
lando and you watch as the seven month old lays in your arms, silently looking up
he sighs breaking up the comfortable “i want you to know i got the flowers because i miss you.”
you stiffen slightly upon hearing those words. you think that’s all but it’s not
“i miss your smile.” he continues with a soft sincere voice, his eyes fixed on you. “i miss us. i’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and i don’t want to dance around it anymore. i want us to get back together. i really want to raise her together, me and you, as a family.”
you look down feeling overwhelmed, but your heart betrays you as it skips a beat
lando notices how your cheeks flush and his face brightens with a smile, feeling like he already knows you answer
“that’s a yes, right?” he says softly, smiling.
you don’t answer right away but you , quietly sigh, a frown appearing “no.”
lando’s smile fall just as quickly as his heart does to his stomach “no?” he repeats the word confused
“wait what? but, you—you blushed. you’re telling me you don’t feel anything?”
“i never said i didn’t. i do miss you too but i can’t do that again.”
you slowly shake your head “i’m sorry lando.” listening to you, he frowns. “i don’t understand. what do you mean?”
you take a slow breath, inhaling and exhaling deeply “i’m not throwing myself back in the ringer. i can’t handle more of the fans, comments, articles and the all hate towards me. i’m off social media now, completely and i want to keep it that way. i won’t put myself back in an environment where my body, face, voice, and everything about me including my parenting is torn apart every day.”
“it nearly destroyed me, and now that our baby is really conscious i won’t let that happen ever again.”
lando looks like he’s about to open his mouth to respond, but he doesn’t get the chance to as you keep going
he tenses when you’re voice quiets even more, almost as if you’re tying to be careful
“lando, i know you’ve probably changed, in being a boyfriend. i definitely see the changes you’ve made as a dad, and i know you’ve worked on yourself but i can’t erase or forget what happened between us. i will never be able to forget how alone i felt with you and how invisible i was to your family.“
he tries to hold it together but he can’t. his eyes fill with tears
“i know, i know i do.” he whispers, feeling desperate and like his heart is cracking at this point
it takes him a second to continue with the right words “i’ve done so much work and i hate i made you feel that way. truly my biggest regret and worst choice of my entire life. i’m going to therapy parenting classes and i know that can’t take your pain away but i want you to know I have my priorities straight now. you and her and the most important things and people in my life i swear to you. i’m not that person anymore and i never ever will be.”
swallowing back your own trembling voice you blink the tears away hard. “i believe you lando.”
“but i still won’t ever get back together with you.”
the man across from you closes his eyes and you can see his boy is consumed with only guilt shame and disappointment
“so that’s it?” he huffs sadly while looking down “for us romantically, yes.”
he looks devastated, hands shaking as he rubs his face
“we’re still co parenting.” you whisper, trying to ease the tension and heartbeat that he feels. “we’ll still see each other, and i’ll give up our court order custody agreements. you can come over or take her anytime you want, we don’t need lawyers.”
“i don’t—” lando tries speaking but gets choked up “i don’t know how i can see you knowing i love you.”
it hurts your heart to see and him soak so deeply, but you made a promise to yourself
you had to keep that promise and take care of yourself. “i really am sorry. but we can meet like this. for her.”
tears spill down his cheeks. “ok. i just don’t want to lose you.”
a frown appears on your face as you slightly grimace. you reach out to him, hesitating before resting your hand over his. “i’m sorry but you already did lando. six months ago.”
he nods slowly, breaking down quietly as the reality settles in
there’s no coming back for you and him. it hurts his entire soul to admit and accept that, but it’s one he know he has to
you sit there together in the afternoon sunlight, two people bounded forever by the child between you
“it’s not just you and the hate though.”
lando lifts his head up, your chest hurting from seeing his red eyes
for a moment you don’t say anything, almost afraid you’ll say the wrong thing or upset him more
but he inhales, shakily, and relaces a gentle hand on yours. “it’s ok. i’m listening.”
“somewhere between pregnancy, life after birth, and everything that came with being your girlfriend, i lost myself. i stopped being a person and didn’t even know how to function. i was needed. all the time by everyone and i love our daughter more than anything in the world, but i didn’t recognize myself anymore. i needed to find my spark and her again.”
he swallows hard. “and have you?”
you nod, a small smile tugging at your lips. “yes. i’m happy, lando genuinely. i didn’t think i would be this soon, but i am. i like being on my own and choices that are completely mine. i really needed a new title that wasn’t just being a mom or your girlfriend. i’m glad i found it.”
his brows knit together in curiosity. “what do you mean?”
“i’m going back to school.” you smile confidently “i’m studying to become an ultrasound tech.”
widen his eyes slightly he tilts his head “really?” he whispers with excitement
you laugh softly, thinking of the irony of everything. “i remembered what it was like to be pregnant and how nice an reassuring the doctors, techs and nurses were. hearing her heartbeat for the first time is a sound i’ll never forget. ever, and i want to be part of that for other women. i want to give them that moment and to see their faces light up i want to be around that kind of excitement.”
lando nods slowly, emotion washing over his face. “that’s amazing.” he says quietly. “it suits you. it really does.”
he shakes his head, pausing for a moment before letting out a shaky breath. “i know i have to accept that i messed this up. i really messed things up for myself and between us, it sucks to know that i’m never getting you back.”
you don’t interrupt him or speak after he does you just nod and take in his words
after a moment he looks you straight in the eye, speaking confidently “let me pay for your school please. all of it.”
“lando no.”
he interjects, begging “please.” he insists. “please let me do that for you.”
you shake your head firmly. “no. i appreciate it, but no. i have my school handled and i have a job. i’m a daycare teacher where our daughter goes to. i get to see her sometimes and learn how to become a better mom. i’m okay and happy with where i am.”
“ok.” trying to accept your decision he smiles sadly. “it’s really good to see you doing things you want and like. i’m really happy you’re not sacrificing yourself.”
you glance at your daughter, who stirs in your arms and lets out a sleepy babble “she gave me a lot.” you say quietly. “but i can’t pour from an empty cup.”
lando nods. “i see that now.”
he hesitates then adds more “i’ll pay for everything else.” you look back at him, easing your eyebrow “everything else?”
“yes, i’ll provide your rent, food, bills and obviously everything our daughter needs. there’s no arguing about that one.”
you open your mouth to protest, but the look on his face stops you
it’s clear he’s beating himself up over his actions in the past still. you pause and let him continue
“this isn’t me trying to control anything.” he speaks up quickly with his hands held high in defense “or buy my way back in. it’s my responsibility to take care of you and her.”
with a genuine smile on your face you nod “thank you.” you whisper. “that means more than you know.”
there’s a seconds of silence before you speak again, your voice soft “i’m sorry things had to turn out like this. i know you’re a good dad. i think you would’ve been a better boyfriend than you were before.”
he lets out a small, broken laugh. “yeah. i think so too.”
“It’s okay.” he shrugs his shoulders after a moment. “your happiness matters more than whatever i want. truly. i don’t want you shrinking yourself for ever again, for anything.”
your throat tightens. “thank you for saying that.”
he looks toward your daughter just as she wakes fully, babbling and kicking her legs. he smiles, reaching over to tickle her belly until she giggles loudly.
“hey, angel.” he murmurs to her with a smile “you’ve got the strongest mama in the world don’t you.”
listening to his words makes tears gather in your eyes
you lean in, kissing your daughter’s cheek, lando doing the same from the other side
lando pulls you into a gentle and respectful hug. he holds you and your daughter with strong arms as you hug him back, just as softly
“i hope we’re okay.” he says quietly and you nod against his shoulder. “we are.”
just as you’re done speaking your daughter laughs between you, grabbing at you and lando’s face
even if you and him aren’t together, in her eyes everything’s ok
summary: dating an f1 driver has many perks, unfortunately for you, your older boyfriend understanding internet terms is not one of them. though there’s an age difference, max makes sure to brush up on his social media knowledge
texts + social media
(warnings: age gap and everything that comes with that. reader is 20 and max is 28. suggestive language, max being confused by his gen z girlfriend. also more fics coming soon, and “color me blue” pt2 will be out tomorrow!)
𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐱
𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐱
𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
yourusername: i been doing what i want
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user: why is every picture a different aesthetic
^maxverstappen: because she’s been doing what she wants 😛😛
user: oh he is catching on wayyyy too fast
^user: only 6 months in and he’s a changed man
^user: WAIT ONLY 6 MONTHS??
^user: the y/n effect
^user: actually cool young ho gf effect
user: MY MOTHERRRR
^maxverstappen: hold up, she’s not a mom
^user: not yet…..but she’s called that because we all are her children. she loves us and we love her 🤗
user: may i present to you my favorite wag
user: your honor i love her
user: THE BOBB OMGGGG
^user: it suits her so well i can’t even hate
^yourusername: if you did, he’d be after you 😈
^maxverstappen: yeah bc i love her fuckass bob
^user: HAHA HE KNOWS TOO MUCH
user: AYYY ITS A PICKUP IN THE BACK
^yourusername: BUT THE TRUNK IN THE FRONT
^maxverstappen: pink tequila 😝
user: girl why is max suddenly so active on social media
^yourusername: bc he loves me 😊
𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧
maxverstappen: my young ho who uses a giant purse instead of a backpack 🤍
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yourusername: MY BABYYY YOU GOT IT!!!
^maxverstappen: yeah yeah i can keep up ( in more ways than one too if you know )
^redbullracing: get a room, and pr training!
user: her giant purse being $5,826 is so on brand
^user: very unrelateable but very real
^user: she’s dating a four time world champion who’s a millionaire, he better have bought that for her
^maxverstappen: and two more in different colors
user: these two are actually adorable
user: who knew these two would be my favorite
^user: she’s exactly what he needed
user: did y/n ever get her froyo…?
^maxverstappen: she did unfortunately. but i got some too and i’ll get her as much as she wants for life. young ho + girl dinner + froyo = 4life!
user: the only f1 couple ever btw
^user: MY BELOVEDS
user: how does it feel to be dating a baddie
^maxverstappen: constantly on high alert and having to fight off weird men. no one dims her light!!
^user: OMG SHES HIS FIRST BADDIE
yourusername: i love you baby 💕
^maxverstappen: you’re the only girl on the planet, i love you my young ho
summary: the sport of f1 and racing in general, brought you and lewis together. twenty years later, you’re still in love and hosting a dinner party to celebrate. both of the closest of your friends from this sport are invited. together you announce the closing of a chapter, and the beginning of a new one
real life | 7.7k words
( warnings: brocedes, mentions of infertility and miscarriages, families being split up )
( also holy i had no idea it was this long, no wonder it took me such a while to write. anyways i hope you enjoy this and thank you so much for being here and reading my stories. we’ve already gathered over 250 of us in such two months which is insane to me. pls don’t ask for a pt2 as this will be a mini series with other short parts, but you can ask to be on the tag list in the comments! i love you all and literally thank you for everything )
𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟔
lewis adjusts the cuff of his shirt, standing in front of of the mirror with a blank but content face
his hair is already done, in the same way he's worn it for years now, proudly done by you. as for you, you sit on the edge of the bed slipping on earrings
mostly watching his reflection instead of your own you speak quietly
“fifteen years.” a smile makes it’s way on to your face. “married for fifteen. together for twenty.”
he looks up, meeting your eyes in the mirror“sounds unreal when you say it like that.” he replies with a slight laugh “we’ve truly lived like three different lifetimes already.”
you hum in agreement “we have had three weddings, one every five years.”
“do you remember the first one?”
his smile widens, nostalgia hitting him hard “how could i forget. you cried through the entire ceremony.”
“i did not cry through the entire ceremony.” you protest gently, frowning “i only cried during the vows. and when you smiled at me oh and i guess when i walked down the aisle.”
lewis laughs softly, shaking his head. “you’re proving my point.” you stand and walk over to him, resting your head against his shoulder as you look at the two of you reflected back
both of you are obviously older now. there are lines at the corners of your eyes that weren’t there at twenties
“we were practically babies when we got together.” he says quietly, moving to grab your hand
there’s a moment of comfortable silence as you both stare at each other
after a moment you glance at his outfit clock and inhale. “so,” you begin, keeping your tone light “how many people are we expecting tonight, officially?”
“let’s see. toto, susie and the kids. george and carmen. kimi and his family. bono, angela, fred, charles and alex, plus his family. uh and then seb and his lot as well as jenson.” lewis lists off everyone he can think of off the top of his head
he pauses. “i don’t know the exact number but it’s a lot of people.”
you nod with a hum, not saying anything
but the look on your face told lewis something was off. after twenty years of wearing being together he knew all your tells
and this. this was definitely a tell “what? what is it? i know i didn’t miss anyone.”
with a blank face you mumble quietly “you missed four.”
he frowns slightly and turns to look directly in your eyes “no i didn’t.” his brows furrow as he tilts his head
“yes you did.” you insist gently, with a slight grimace on your face
he studies your face, confused. “no, i’m certain i covered everyone.”
“there’s four more.”
for a second he opens his mouth to argue, but then stops. something clicked in his head and he closes his eyes. to you it’s clear he’s figured it out now
he opens his eyes and sighs heavily with a blank face “y/n.’
the way he says your name sends shivers down your spine. in a good and bad way
you know he knows
“lewis.” you say quietly as a breath leaves him in a laugh of disbelief. “you didn’t.”
calmly you nod and keep a solid composure “i did. nico, his wife and the girls are coming, no arguing.”
lewis takes a long pause of silence as he processes the information he never expected to hear. his expression was unreadable for a moment. “you could’ve told me.” finally he speaks
and in soft thoughtful manner. not upset, not entirely at least
“if i told you and you said you weren’t ready to see him i would’ve made sure he didn’t come. but i want him here. all of them.”
the sympathy starts to settle in. “so you waited until an hour before everyone arrives.”
a small frown makes its way onto your face. “yes, and i’m sorry. this way works best because there’s no time for second guessing. he was such a big part of our lives, lewis. the one we created together, but also individually before we dated .”
“i know.” he brings his hands to your waist, gently squeezing your hips
“you’ve always kept in touch y/n, i get it.”
you lean back into him. “i visit him all the time and their girls adore you. but beyond that, tonight matters the most because this is going to be the last night of our current normal for us. i wanted them here for it.”
“i’m not upset.”
you exhale a breathe you didn’t realize you were holding
relief hit you and eased the tension in your shoulders. “thank you.” lewis smiles and looks in your eyes
“It’s going to take a lot more than my old teammate who everyone says we’re in love with each other, showing up at my house to be mad at you. and besides, we can’t be divided now, we have a mountain of years full of tears, hormones and siblings fights we have to get through.“
the tension dissolves as easily as it formed, his comment making you giggle
after twenty years the communication and spark between you hasn’t dwindled down in the slightest. even after pretty arguments/disagreements or miscommunications
he leans down pressing a gentle kiss to your lips
when he pulls back he wraps his arms around you, drawing you into his chest
you rest your cheek against his shirt listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. you close your eyes and let yourself feel safe in the person you’ve returned to again and again for two decades
there’s no rush to speak, no need to fill the silence
after a few minutes, you smile against him. “i can’t wait to tell everyone. we’ve been keeping this a secret for so long.”
he tightens his arms slightly. “it is exciting.”
by the tone of his voice, you can tell there’s more to his sentence
and there is. after a beat he sighs heavily “and bittersweet.”the news of tonight is weighing on him
you know is it. you tilt your head up to look at him. “change always is.”
“i want to be a dad so bad. you know that, but it’s hard for me so to let things go, especially when this has been my whole life.”
you do know that about him
he knows everything about you and you know everything about him. which is why the only thing you can do is nod understanding perfectly what he’s saying and feeling
lewis stares into your eyes, a slow smile growing on his lips
pride and love completely consumes him and his eyes shine once again “but i’m ready. i’m ready for what comes next and i’m ready to say it out loud.”
his eyes drift down to his watch and he knows the first guests will be here soon
you know it too. you press a kiss on his lips, soft and a reminder that after tonight, everything will change
for the better
the first knock at the door happened right when you expected it to
you didn’t even have to look to know who it was
as you open the door, there stood toto and susie on your stop doorstep, dressed elegantly but comfortably
susie moves forward first, pulling you into a warm hug
“twenty years for you and lewis.” she says softly near your ear. “i can’t believe it.”
toto follows, his grin wide as he embraces lewis. “i remember when meeting you for the first time.” he speaks fondly with a big smile. “two young kids i did not think were going to last but now you’ve been together longer than anyone in the paddock.”
you smile at him and usher them inside, the house already feeling brighter with them here
as lewis walks over with champagne, quick embraces exchanged for him, before long you’re all standing near the kitchen island, reminiscing
“my favorite memory,” susie starts off, speaking very thoughtfully, “is when lewis had just gotten with his race back in 22 Belgium and even though he didn’t finish, you were still smiling and lewis managed to stay positive and smile throughout the day. it was because of you and no matter the adversity lewis faced, you grounded him and he only came back better. you still help him stay calm and become a better athlete.”
toto nods and then turns to your husband “and you.” he adds softly “you always listen to her and make sure to mention her as a part of your team. the partnership you two have is beautiful, and i will never forgot the day you won your seventh championship. not only because you earned a spot in sharing the record, but because of the message you said on the radio dedicated to y/n. and when you jumped out of your car the first thing you did was run to her. that will forever stay with me, and even though you two aren’t apart of mercedes anymore, the memories and impact you’ve left will never disappear.”
you feel your chest warm at the words, lewis’s hand finding yours again as the doorbell rings once more
the hamilton house starts filling with voices and laughter as each guest arrives with a another person and a smile
when bono arrives he hugs lewis tightly before pulling you into one just as strong
“you’re he reason he survived half of those seasons.” bono semi jokes, and lewis nods intensely knowing exactly what seasons he’s referring to
as angela step through the entry way she kisses your cheek, squeezing your hands. “oh you look so good. i can’t believe it’s already been twenty years!” she tells you excitedly and you return the energy back
soon after, lewis’s new team begins to arrive, with fred being the first
greeting you both warmly he’s followed by charles and alex, with charles’s whole family close behind
you and lewis have gotten quite close with everyone on the grid and their families
not only have you gotten close with the current grid, but the retired drivers too
the guys and people you and lewis have grown up with. sebastian arrives with his kids, polite and smiling
then not far behind him is jenson already teasing lewis about feeling old
when george and kimi arrive, they show up together with their girlfriends, both beaming, each giving you a hug before greeting lewis
“happy anniversary, mrs. hamilton.” george says warmly as carmen smiles brightly as you “you two are relationship goals, truly.”
kimi, eli and his family enter through the door, all giving their acknowledges to you
the rookie Italian nods enthusiastically. “yeah. everyone knows it.”
you laugh at the young boy, feeling very well surrounded with love and support. it’s now been an hour since the first of your guest arrived and five minutes before dinner almost everyone is here. except for a certain family
then the doorbell rings again
lewis looks through the peephole and stills slightly, and you know before he says anything who’s there
as he opens the door nico rosberg stands on with his wife, their two daughters peeking out from behind them. his wife, vivian steps forward first, greeting you with a genuine smile pulling you into a hug
“hi, y/n you look so beautiful. thank you for inviting us. it means a lot, really.”
moving aside to greet lewis, nico smiles at you too
“happy anniversary.” his voice is soft and laced with genuine appreciation
their girls didn’t hesitate to go to lewis
darting straight past you, they could barely contain their excitement as they jumped into your husband’s arms
“uncle lewis!” one of them exclaims, throwing her arms around him.
he laughs crouching down to hug them both, his face lighting up. “look how big you’ve both gotten.”
with a big smile on his face, he shakes his head in disbelief
the moment happens naturally, without any tension or disdain. with everyone finally here and inside, lewis meets your eyes across the room and calls dinner time
soon after that everyone is finding their seats around the long table
glasses are filled with wine, soda, juice, champagne, and water. plates are empty, waiting to be loaded up, and they will be after a speech is given
lewis stands up slowly, clearing his throat as the room quiets
“thank you all for being here.” he begins, talking slowly trying to hide his emotions “twenty years together is something we never imagined would go by this fast, and being married for fifteen years is the most amazing achievement of my life.”
you stand up beside him, lacing your finger together. “we’ve been incredibly lucky to find each other.”
“but we’re also incredibly lucky to have people who’ve supported us through every season of racing and of our lives.”
lewis nods with a smile “you’ve all been part of our story, and we thank you. for begin here through out these years in the past, joining or staying for our now, and for the whatever the future holds for us.”
both you and lewis stop speaking and lift your glass, signaling the end of your speech
others lift their glasses holding liquid of their choice in unison
soft cheers following as dinner begins
as bowls are passed around, stories start flowing naturally leading people into memory after memory
bono is the first to speak, smiling fondly as he recalls the behavior hit witnessed from you and lewis during there late nights and early mornings
“there were so many times i’d walk into the garage and either both of them would already be there.”
he says for a second “or it’d be only y/n.”
looking directly at you, the whole table listens intently while angela continues on the story bono is telling. she knows exactly what he was about to say
“she would be in before any of the crew, going around making sure every place for snacks was filled. she already made sure everyone had food, no matter what was happening.”
nico chipped in a story. it wasn’t shocking to you as he’d always stayed your friend
though he wasn’t friends with lewis anymore, he never missed the opportunity to speak positively of your relationship “she was happier than anyone when he won his first championship. i remember thinking she was going to burst.”
agreeing with a chuckle,l nodded. he’ll never forget that it never day either
sebastian also agreed “and it never changed. every championship after that, she celebrated like it was the first.”
everyone agreed and it brought a smile out of the whole table
your unwavering support for lewis and the love for the sport in general never went unnoticed. after they were done getting a laugh from remembering your celebration, jenson raises his glass
“i’ve never seen two people so in tune. 99% the time, lewis knows what she needs and has it before she can even say anything.”
you nodded linking away tears as lewis squeezes your hand with a smile
george is the one to change the vibe. he clears his throat, his expression sincere. you feel your heart soften immediately as he does this
he’s always been appreciative of getting to be lewis’ teammate at one point
you took him in, you and lewis both treating him like your son. already feeling the tears prick your eyes you inhale before he speaks
“i want to say y/n’s been a second mum to me ever since being apart of f1. but when i joined the mercedes family they somehow managed to treat me even better.”
he pauses for a moment and the table falls quieter. “y/n was always checking in with me and still does. her and lewis will go out of their way to make sure i’m okay after a bad race. they invite me over and take carmen and i out to dinner at least once a month. they’re sometimes more excited for my race results than they are for lewis. that truly means everything and is rare to find.”
kimi nods quickly, his voice shy and quite “i also agree. lewis and y/n are my second parents and i know i can run to them about anything. it’s crazy how much they care, because i thought they would not like me. but i was wrong, they care more than anyone.”
lewis meets your eyes both of you smiling from george and kimi’s word
as your eyes lock you both know there’s no more delaying it. twenty years of being together has taught you how to read each other without words
how to move in sync without speaking, even when the moment is heavy or feels hard
you nod once and he knows it’s time
lewis inhales for a deep breath. slowly then he clears his throat and he sound pauses the gentle murmur of conversation the whole table slowly turning toward him
you can feel the collective tension, because everyone here knows there are only two kind of announcements this could be
smoothing a hand over the front of his jacket he stand
and you stand with him instinctively before sitting back down at his side, your hand still intertwined with his
he begins calm “thank you for being here and giving up a day of your summer break, i know that’s not easy. it means a lot to us and we are so appreciative. of today and surrounding us with love and support no matter what.”
the moment he speaks the room falls silent, people sit up straighter and listen more attentively
“most of you know that racing has been my entire life.” as he continues the entire room can feels what’s coming
faces of both his former and current team principal fall
the three retired drivers press their lips in a flatline and nod, having giving a smiling speech like this before. they know
but lewis keeps speaking “racing has not only shaped who i am, but has given me purpose, direction and true family. for many years, when i looked at my future, i couldn’t imagine a version where i wasn’t inside a car. it was hard to envision myself not racing at anymore grand prix’s.”
“i’ve spent a lot of time thinking about what comes next. i finally have come to realize that when it’s time to let go of something you love, it’s not because you’ve stopped loving it, but because you’ve given it everything you have.”
it’s as if the air got sucked out of the room right then and there
you feel your own chest tighten, from the anticipation of reactions, and from the words themselves
“so,” he says softly, glancing at you for just a heartbeat before looking back out at everyone, “i want you all to know that 2026 will be my final season. after the last glad of this season year i will officially retire, starting immediately after abu dhabi.”
for a split second, the words echo because of how silent the room is
susie closes her eyes, sighing heavily beside her toto exhales slowly. he’s nodding to himself like he’s been preparing for this moment even if he didn’t want it to come
though they were composed, not everyone had the same reaction. george blinks hard, tears gathering instantly
carmen has her hand on his back, doing her best to console him as he covers his face
charles stares down at the table, then looks up again with eyes glassy. leaning back in his chair is sebastian, a soft knowing smile tugging at his lips
jenson lets out a quiet breath, shaking his head with something similar to pride
lewis presses on, voice steadier now that the truth is out
“i want to thank the people who made this career possible.” he says, turning slightly to begin with toto. “toto, you believed in me not just as a driver, but as a person. you have challenged me, supported me, and trusted me through some of the most important years of my life and your career as well. i wouldn’t be who i am without you.”
toto swallows back tears hard. “it’s been an honor.” he quietly says, voice shaking
lewis turns next to fred. “fred, thank you for welcoming me into ferrari with open arms. for trusting me with a legacy that means so much to this sport. this chapter has been incredibly special to me.”
lewis looks down the table, meeting familiar faces one by one. “charles, george, nico.” his voice softening “racing against you, and with you as teammates has been a pleasure, you’ve all pushed me to be a better driver and teammate every single day.”
nico nods his head respectfully
“and to the drivers who came before me and who I grew alongside with,” lewis continues, glancing toward sebastian and jenson
“thank you for setting the standard. you’ve shown me what greatness looks like, on and off the track.”
sebastian lifts his glass this time. “you did that too.”
lewis’s breath catches for a moment before he continues. “and to the people who’ve been with me from the very beginning. bono.” he says, turning, eyes shining. “i couldn’t have asked for a better engineer on this journey.“
bono wipes at his eyes smiling through tears. “wouldn’t change a second.”
“angela,” lewis adds, voice cracking more than slightly now, “thank you for protecting me, and always taking care of whatever i needed.”
angela nods, hand pressed to her chest, tears slipping freely now
going through everyone he’s worked with, now diverting his attention to the people he hasn’t directly worked it
“don’t think i forgot about you little kimi.” he lets out a little laugh, and you feel your own heart breaking along with your husbands
he lets out a contempt sigh “you are so young and have already achieved so much. the pressure put on you this season was an immense amount but you showed exactly why you earned a spot in this sport. my wife and i are honored to have had you in our home, and your family in our lives.”
lewis looks around the table, taking the appearance of everyone in. “thank you all.”
you feel it then, the moment turning toward you
you follow the same habit lewis does, smoothing your hands over your dress as you take a breath, heart full to the point its now physically aching in your chest
“i just want to say thank you.” your voice falters out from how hard its trembling
lewis places his hand on your back, and you inhale shakily wiping your tears “no amount of words can truly tell you how much we love all of you. truly thank you for supporting him, and for supporting us no matter how long or little we known you for.”
glancing at lewis makes your cheeks turn a slight shade of red
he still makes you nervous and manages to have you acting like a teenage highschool girl, even after all these years of being with him
“i’ve watched this man give everything he has to this sport for decades. i’ve seen the sacrifices, the joy, the heartbreak and i’ve never been prouder of him than i am right now. this next chapter is something we’re stepping into together. knowing we have all of you with us makes it less difficult.”
you reach for lewis’s hand again, squeezing gently. “thank you for being our family.”
you let out a long exhale, your smile small at first. though it’s not long before it grows into something bigger and more positive
you glance at him, and he looks back at you with that familiar look
the one that insinuates it’s your time to shine now. he always give you quiet encouragement, it’s what has carried you through every hard moment and year you’ve ever had together
“there’s something else.” you gently add on, carefully speaking
the room stills once again. a few people exchange looks, not sure where this was headed. though a few had ideas
as you sigh, everyone hold their breathe. now they know there’s more
you take another breath, then lift your chin trying to gain the confidence you need to say this. “we haven’t said the reason yet.”
trying your hardest to contain your smile your eyes flicking to lewis before returning to the group
a second of silence passes, and you can see the women hold their breathe
most as of them have either caught on or have an idea
“it’s because we’re expanding our family.” you finally let your smile free and let out a small squeal
instantly gasps fill the room and the reaction of support and love become overwhelming
chairs scrape against the floor as susie and vivian rush forward to you, the others around the table cover their mouths
all the women especially light up, eyes wide, smiles breaking across their faces in unrestrained joy
the sound makes your own smile grow brighter, all the giddiness bubbling up as you almost laugh
lewis is embraced by toto and congratulated by all the other men
his current and former teammates and grid partners find their way to him with big smiles and open arms. hugging the way men do
after separating and everyone returned to their seats it was lewis’s turn to speak again
“we’ve always wanted a family. a big one.” he speaks softly
you nod swallowing the emotion in your throat from past experience. both of your mind go to those difficult memories “it hasn’t been an easy journey.” he adds with honesty
“we’ve had infertility struggles. we’ve lost pregnancies and after being told i could never get pregnant we weren’t sure it would ever happen for us.”
the faces in the room soften, a heavy feeling of empathy entering every heart
“but,” you continue smiling wider now “our dream has finally came true.”
to ensure there was no speculation you were pregnant lewis reaches down and lifts a folder from beside his chair
holding it up proudly he shows a few piece of paper “we’ve adopted.”
shock hits the room and becomes louder with the cheer that follow. congratulations are said from every direction and adult
“we’re going from a family of two…..” you trail off, your voice shaking from being over joyed “to a family of seven.”
“seven?” charles repeats out loud while jenson covers his mouth“oh my god.”
with wide eyes kimi looks around, not sure if this a joke or not “are you serious?”
you laugh at his kiddish confusion“very serious.”
taking a step forward, you begin to explain before anyone can even ask. “we originally planned to adopt a teenage girl. we have everything lined up, from home visits to meetings and paperwork. the day we were supposed to finalize she wrote us a letter.”
your voice softens at the memory. “she told us she had four siblings. they were separated and all in different foster homes.”
lewis’s arm slips around your waist as he continues, his heart heavy with emotion
“the moment i read that letter, i couldn’t stop thinking about them. how they were all separated and we were about to separate them even more. they’d already lost.”
you smile softly, recalling how he called people nonstop all night. “so he tracked them down.”
nodding he lets out a quiet laugh. he holds his head high, with a proud smile“and we found every single one.”
you take over speaking again, finally revealing their ages“so, we’ll be parents to a seventeen year old boy, a sixteen year old girl, an eight year old girl, a four year old girl, and an eight month old baby boy.”
hugs of congrats and comfort are given as arms wrapping around you and lewis. laughter and tears mixing freely from every eye
nico is the last to pull lewis into a tight embrace, holding him longer than the rest. “i know how much you’ve wanted this.” speaking quietly he smiles the emotion very evident in his voice
“i’m so happy for you.”
with teary eyes lewis nods “i am too.” he replies softly. “more than anything.”
while they talk, you’re swept up by the all the women, including nico and vivian’s little girls.
susie pulls you into a hug first. “this is so incredible.” she beams
angela wipes her eyes, smiling brightly. “those kids are so lucky to have you.”
next you’re pulled in by vivian. “you’re going to be an amazing mum. you and lewis are the most deserving and nurturing couple ever.”
laughing softly, alexandra speaks up “five kids. you’re a superhero already.”
carmen grins and agrees “truly you’re one of a kind. and just so you know we’re all babysitting.” she declares. “non negotiable.”
kimi’s mum veronica nods. “yes, you’ll need breaks. all of us will be here to help.”
you bring your hands to your heart, pride and strength filling every inch of your body. “this means more than you know. i will absolutely make our kids know all of their aunties.”
smiling warmly, pascale takes your hands. “that’s all we could ever ask for. it’s been an honor to have met you, you already are the best mom ever.”
verconia hugs you speaking once more“thank you for taking care of kimi when i can’t.”
being similar in age, she was the women outside of lewis’s personal team you had grown closest to
when she was away you’d look after kimi, in many ways. you’d prepare and give him meals, find him after races, give him the comfort and warmth only a motherly figure could give
“he appreciates you more than you know. all he does is talk about you and lewis. remember you are already a mom.”
hearing that from a woman you admired and saw as your closest friend, felt like an accomplishment of the highest honor
she whispers gently to you and your heart swells like never before
tears prick your eyes again, overwhelmed but deeply grateful. “thank you.” you manage to get out. “i really needed to hear that.”
as time began to pass, coats were starting to be gathered and hugs are exchanged
congratulations are repeated over and over with the same sincerity they had the first time, maybe holding more weight the next times around
people thank you and lewis as they leave. one for inviting them in general, two, for trusting them with such a personal moment
and three for letting them be part of your and lewis’s life in the first place
each goodbye felt emotional and exciting at the same time. everyone, even the kids were able to understand they’ve witnessed the closing of a era and the beginning of another
one that was beginning as quickly as tomorrow
susie has already left earlier, apologetic but smiling as she explained she needed to get the kids to bed
you’d waved her off immediately
how could you hold it against her, knowing that was going to be you and lewis in less than twenty fours hours
as the house thinned out, only a small group remains. toto sits back in his chair
his hands wrapped around his glass of alcohol, his usual commanding presence now softened by emotion
or maybe that was just because he was around you and lewis. a natural effect
lingering around the table nearby Sebastian smiling and reminiscing with you and jenson, while george and carmen stay close together at the end
george kept fidgeting in the familiar way he does when he’s nervous
that was something you quickly learned about him. and once you found that out, you never forgot it
nico sits quietly off in the side, watching lewis with an expression that held a million sorry’s
george clears his throat. “can i say something?” he asks meekly
lewis nods immediately. “of course.” george steps forward, hands clasped together, eyes already shining. “i just…..i wanted to thank you.” his voice already wavering slightly as he looks at lewis
“for being the teammate you were to me. but you are more than that. thank you for being the role model you never even tried to be.”
lewis’s smile is soft and swallows his tears, his throat burning from trying not to cry
“i grew up watching you.” george continues, glancing at you briefly before smiling again. “chasing you around paddocks, begging for autographs. i was this annoying kid who wouldn’t leave you alone.”
carmen laughs, nudging his arm. “you’ve told him this story at least a hundred times.”
you laugh too waving it off gently. “oh you know we don’t mind. ever.”
lewis chuckles. “i remember, for sure.” he says fondly, placing a hand on the younger man’s shoulder
george swallows, trying to hide heavy emotion in his voice. “you showed me what it meant to carry yourself with integrity, to fight for what’s right on and off the track. to lose and still be kind, and i wouldn’t be the driver or person i am without you.”
then he turns to you, eyes softening. “and you truly are my mom.”
he speaks quietly and that work strikes a chord in your heart. it’s surreal to accept you will finally get to hear that word more now
“for more times than i can count, you were there comforting me. more than my real parents have and not only have you helped me but you’ve extended your grace to carmen as well. you’ve both helped carmen and i figure out how to survive this world.”
nodding carmen softly speaks up “you were there for me when i didn’t know who to talk to and the reason i feel like i belong.”
your chest tightens as you step forward, pulling both of them into a hug. “we’re so proud of you.”
these two were like yours and lewis’s first human kids. “we’ll always be here for you.”
lewis says joining in on the the hug, resting his arm briefly on george’s back. “you’re family, truly. that will never change, doesn’t matter if i’m on the grid or not.”
“and we still have a few race left on the track together, i’m not leaving you just yet.”
he nods with a deep frown on his face, and you can’t bring yourself to see his or carmen’s sad faces anymore. you moves towards them with open arms, holding them tightly
“oh you guys.” your own face falling “just because he won’t be racing and we’ll have five kids doesn’t mean we’ll leave all together and never return. we will always be integrated in some form of racing and we’ll make sure to cheer you on. but please know, our door is truly always open for you two. we love you both so much.”
your words hit them hard, lewis feeling choked up as well. you hold them for a bit longer
after a few more quiet words, george and carmen say their goodbyes, hugging you both once more before heading out into the night
sebastian steps forward next, hands in his pockets, his expression thoughtful and sincere. “i won’t make this long.” he says gently. “my family is in the car waiting for me but i need to say this.”
you can already feel tears building again, and don’t try to hold them back this time
sebastian continues intently “lewis, you are and always will be, remembered as the greatest this sport has ever seen. not just for your wins, but for how you changed it. you changed the conversation surrounding fashion, and other important aspects. you used your voice. you’re calls for action have opened door for more diversity and allowed so many people or color and women to find a place in motorsports.”
lewis shakes his head slightly overwhelmed with the praise “thank you seb. you’ve been apart of that change too, and i will always be grateful for your support and presence in our lives, on and off the grid.”
tears slowly roll down his face “thank you for pushing me, and for respecting me. you’ve really been a big part of this journey.”
sebastian turns to you “you y/n have always been there celebrating and lifting him up. but most importantly protecting him. you two showed the world what real partnership looks like.”
your voice trembles as you respond. “we were only able to do any of that because of people like you sebastian.”
the man smiles at your response and pulling you and your husband into a hug
“the sport is better because of you two. never forget the impact you’ve made, because the hamilton touch will always be etched into the history of f1.” he sighs quietly before letting go and leaving
only toto and nico remain
toto exhales slowly, sounding melancholic “i always knew this day would come, i just didn’t want to see it.” he say rubbing his hand over his face
lewis smiles sadly. “neither did i. but i can’t and don’t want to race forever. it feels right.”
toto looks between you both. “you built something extraordinary. on and off the track, please know that.”
nico stands stepping closer to lewis. neither of them speaks, and you can feel the haunting history of everything they’ve been through fill the room
“i’m really happy for you, lewis.” nico nods with a sigh “this, this is what you’ve wanted. i know it is.”
emotion clinging to in his throat he hums in agreement “it is.”
they reach out for each other, sharing long and genuine embrace. years of rivalry and respect melting into a single act of connection
toto doesn’t bother hiding it anymore. his face crumples, tears spilling freely as he lets out a shaky laugh that sounds more like a sob
“i always knew this day would come.” he turns to you first and to be honest i had a feeling it would be tonight.” the comment and delivery gets lewis and nico attention
you listen intently with soft eyes and crossed arms as the man continues speaking
“i kind of figured it would be something big the moment you announced you were having a big dinner instead of renewing your vows with another wedding.”
nico nods beside him, eyes red from how many times he’s wiped away his tears tonight“me too.”
he admits quietly. “i haven’t been invited to the two anniversaries after the wedding, only sent letters and pictures from y/n afterward. when i got the invitation i knew it was because you had something big planned.”
“but the moment i walked in tonight, i knew you were announcing your retirement.”
lewis swallows hard, hearing those words from his former best friend
his own eyes become glossy, as he realizes how much he’s missed his mercedes family. you know what he’s feeling by look on his face and reach for his hand instinctively
the four of you end up standing there for a moment
it’s finally hit all of you. the destruction that’s been caused because of 2016, the weight of everything feeling unsettling. it’s silent before toto opens his arms
“come here.” he murmurs
it turns into a group hug, grounding and full of emotion. everyone’s arms wrapped around whoever’s shoulders. toto struggles to keep his tears in, knowing you, lewis, and nico were his golden trio
this was a long awaited moment. one that needed to happen, and finally did
no one speaks
because no one needs to. the four of you can feel the words and emotions being exchanged through touch. the silence is heavy but filled with shared memories
years of celebrations, triumphs, heartbreaks, setbacks, anger, confidence, and warmth
it was the warmth of a family. the first one you and lewis were apart of in formula one, and objectively the most memorable one
eventually nico pulls away first, wiping his cheeks with the palm of his hand. “so.” he says softly, his voice trembling “tell us about the kids. when do they move in?”
you smile through tears. “tomorrow, that’s why we wanted to announce it tonight.”
both men freeze instantly. “tomorrow?” toto repeats in a stunned manner, eye going wide
lewis nods, breathless laugh escaping him. “yeah tomorrow. they’re moving in tomorrow as official hamiltons.”
nico lets out a stunned laugh, shaking his head. “that’s—”he cuts him off slightly “wow, thats insane, you’re both amazing.”
“we actually have the rooms ready. for a while now.” lewis adds, squeezing your hand
toto’s hand flies to his chest. “you’re joking, when did you have time for all of this?”
“we made time. we did them two months ago, and have been hiding them ever since.,” you say softly. “please, we want to show you.”
you lead them down the hallway, the house suddenly feeling different now that the future is no longer classified as up head
the first door you open leads to a room painted in sage green with warm neutrals. posters leaning against the wall waiting to be hung
“this is for our teen boy.” you step slowly inside the room, the other following
“he said he wanted his space to be age appropriate but still tie in his interests and made him feel like a kid. like our kid.” you whisper the last three words
nico steps inside carefully, eyes scanning the room. “you really thought of everything.” he murmurs
the next room is a perfect encapsulation of a coastal beachy aesthetic. warm tones of blue, yellow and orange in every decoration and details of the room
shells and string lights draped along the headboard. “this is for our other teen.” lewis says quietly. “she’s very creative and loves art.”
toto wipes at his eyes again. “i can’t believe this is happening, and so quick too.”
you show them the shared room for the eight year old and four year old girls
it’s bright and filled with lots of colors and patterns. their beds and shelves already overflowing with books and toys
finally you arrive at the nursery. the vibe is much different than every other room
the crib is off white, a navy blue rug sitting underneath. the walls are covered in blue striped wallpaper. everything about it exuded calmness
the moment lewis steps inside, something
felt different for an inside him
he stares at the crib for a long moment, before he covers his mouth and then his shoulders start to shake.
“hey,” you whisper, moving closer as he breaks.
burying his face in his hands, sobs fall from of him “i’m really leaving.” he chokes out quietly
“i’m actually leaving racing next year. and i’m…i’m becoming a dad tomorrow.”
“we’re getting five kids and our baby is going to be in this room.”
you move to be in front of him, your own hands now cradling his face as well “it’s real lewis.” you whisper, tears streaming down your own cheeks. “it’s okay. it’s all okay.”
feeling emotion wash over him too, nico stands beside him, one hand gripping his shoulder. “you’ve given everything to that sport.” he says firmly.
“it gave you so much, but this—“ he’s forced to paused now getting choked up himself “this is your next victory lewis.”
toto nods “you’ve wanted this for so long. i’ve watched and listened you talk about family for years. becoming parents doesn’t take anything away from your legacy, it adds to it.”
lewis laughs weakly through tears. “i know. i’m just—god i’m scared and excited and sad all at once.”
“you’re ready to be a dad. i know you’re scared my love but you know you want this more than anything.” pressing your forehead to his you speak softly
“and we get to do this together. you’re not alone, in parenting, in retirement in anything. i’ve been by your side for twenty years now, i’m not letting that change.”
after a long while, the emotions settle. hugs are exchanged again, quieter now, steadier.
toto straightens his jacket, sniffing. “i truly couldn’t be happier for you both.” he says sincerely. “you’re going to be incredible parents. please bring the kids by whenever you want. you’re always family to me and to the mercedes team.”
“these kids are already so loved.” nico smiles solemnly
with a slight laugh he adds gently “if you ever need any advice or time i’m here.” his eyes drift from you to lewis and they make direct eye contact “for both of you.”
they say their final goodbyes at the door, lingering around way longer than necessary
both were affected way more than they were going to let on. but they knew how important being parents was to you and lewis
and they knew how amazing you were going to be
they had never seen a couple more compassionate, caring or prepared
hugging you both one last time nico and toto gave their congratulations on last time before leaving
when the door closed shut, the house was silent again
for one of the last times. for the last night it was only you two living there
lewis exhales deeply, shoulders relaxing. “it’s really the last night of being just us.” you smile reaching for him. “yeah, tomorrow we’ll be parents. to five kids, can you believe it?”
“we don’t do anything half way do we. all going all in, all at the start.” he laughs softly, pulling you into his arms
music plays faintly, though of you remembers turning it on
you sway together anyway, moving slowly as you lay your head on his shoulder. he holds you close by the waist, melting into the softness of your skin
this intimate moment between you two in the middle of your silent candlelight living room, is a memory that will be forever cherished
“here’s to twenty years.” he whispers softly against your lips
“and forever on.” you reply, pressing a kiss to his lips, laying your head on his shoulder
once you pull away you both laugh quietly as you crouch on the floor
your parental duties had started already with to blocking outlets, securing cabinet locks and padding every sharp corner that could be found
and you and lewis couldn’t be happier to be parents
summary: scrutiny is engraved in the world of formula one, but it’s not the drivers who face the most hate. it’s the wags. having had a baby with lando you expect him to stick up for you, expect him to understand even. you quickly find out, he’s just a man, and certainly not the one you thought he was
real life | 4.2k words
( warnings: mentions of body shaming, arguing, gaslighting, lando is emotionally unattached, postpartum exhaustion, ignorance )
your one month old daughter is warm sleeping heavy against your chest
her tiny fist is curled into the fabric of your shirt her face pressed into your body. you hear lando moving around humming quietly to himself
“babe?” he calls out, his voice slightly louder than you wished
“yes lan?” but your voice is soft. instinctively so, as you’re afraid you might wake her just by breathing. speaking’s even worse
he appears in the doorway a moment later, halfway dressed but still decent looking
wearing dark trousers, and button down that’s still unbuttoned, he pauses when he sees you, the sight of you and the baby immediately slowing him down
his shoulders relax and his face softens. sometimes he forgets the life he has, and seeing you two brings him back
a reminder she’s really here and this is real
he walks over sitting at your feet on your shared bed. “you sure you don’t wanna come?” he asks gently
speaking softer he looks down at his daughter, gently rubbing her head “it’s nothing crazy, just dinner and a couple hours of talking.””
you shake your head “no i’m exhausted.” you admit quietly with a small voice, not wanting to share more than you have to “and i really don’t feel like dragging her out this late.”
he nods, sensing slight tension from you so he stands up not pushing. “yeah. that makes sense.”
exhaling he leans forward to press a kiss to your forehead he murmurs. “i’ll bring you something back to eat. whatever you want.”
“you don’t have to—”
“i want to.” he interrupts your sentence softly. “and i won’t stay out long i promise. i’m not partying or drinking it’s just dinner.”
you nod, even though a small part of you still hates being left alone at night. you hate how quiet the apartment feels when it’s just you and the baby and your thoughts
lando carefully leans down, kissing your daughter’s tiny head. “be good for mama i’ll be back around eleven, yeah?” he whispers softly at the sleeping baby
he kisses you quickly before grabbing his jacket and keys
for a moment he pauses and likes back at you one last time “if you need anything, anything, just call and iI’ll come home immediately.”
you’re propped up against pillows in bed, your daughter awake now but calm
her wide eyes dart around your face as she stares up at you like you’re the most fascinating thing she’s ever seen. and to be honest you probably are as she hasn’t seen much, seeing as she’s only one month
little noises from her fill the silence, letting out soft coos hiccups, and an occasional sleepy sigh
your arm is numb from holding her but you don’t move. you don’t want to disturb the peace for her and quiet for you
with your free hand you open tiktok, wanting to do some mindless scrolling. something to keep you awake while your daughter is up still
most of it is cute baby videos and some recipes you’ll never make. But of course there’s f1 content, random clips circulating from races you barely remember attending, your pregnant body a blob of nausea and nerves back then
then a video pops up titled “ranking f1 wags by style”.
you makes you pause and unfortunately curiosity wins and you sigh, watching the video
normally you don’t interact or even entertain any f1 fan pages but this creator seemed very sweet
and with your baby awake in your arms, what else were you supposed to do. the creator started and was smiling brightly, talking about outfits, and aesthetics. they complimented this one’s elegance, that one’s confidence and you find yourself relaxing, smiling a little even
hen they get to you and the immediate shift in their tone and body language makes your stomach drop
“and then there’s y/n…”
the smile disappears from their face as they trail off and pick their sentence back up again “i’m sorry, i just don’t like her at all.”
you freeze but they don’t stop there they keep talking.
keep diminishing you and tearing everything about you apart. how you’re boring. how your relationship with lando started weird because you met partying
how they honestly liked you at first but now? now you’re just disappointing
“they have a baby now,” the creator continues, dragging their words sounding exhausted from just saying your name . “and she just shows up to races in anything. she always looks tired and messy. It’s like she doesn’t even try.”
your chest tightens while the person keeps going and picking you apart piece by piece
comments about why is your hair always like that
questioning if you even own any makeup. addressing their hatred for the way you walk the way you talk
mentioning the way you hold your baby is unsafe, how your daughter is always crying and unhappy with you. the things you say in interviews are not polished enough, you look disheveled and not glamorous enough
towards the end of the video your vision gets blurry and you don’t really remember watching the video anymore
but you were still able to hear their words. “lando deserves better.” they conclude, speaking ill of you so casually, like they’re talking about an outfit of yours they don’t like
your thumb moves on its own, scrolling to the comments
which was a big mistake. your eyes locked onto the hundreds of comments agreeing with the creator
calling you lazy, ugly, saying motherhood ruined you and you’re ruining motherhood, giving new moms a bad reputation. but then lando gets brought into the picture and the language they use with him is much different, it hits you in the chest like a punch
many comments all saying lando is such an amazing dad, such a provider
noticing how he’s so patient with his daughter and prasing how soft he looks and acts with the baby. then there’s people still finding a way to hate on you, saying he deserves someone prettier and more put together
someone who didn’t baby trap him
that specific one makes you want to throw up. you bite down on your lip hard in an effort to suppress any sobs that try to come out of you
tears drip silently onto your daughter’s blanket and you close the app
the room feels too quiet again and your emotions feel too strong to hold back now
but just as you’re about to break, your daughter squirms, then starts crying. looks like she beat you to the meltdown first
it’s soft at first, like she’s just uncomfortable. But then it quickly grows louder, sharper and way more desperate
“hey, hey.” you whisper, panic creeping in as you bounce her gently. “it’s okay. mama’s got you.”
you try everything that a parent could for their baby
rocking, shushing, bottle and breastfeeding. walking around the bedroom with her in your arms, ignoring your own aching legs
pushing her around in a stroller, laying her down in her carseat and crib, playing all different kinds of noise
but no matter how many things you try, nothing works
her cries only get louder and they cut through you, suddenly you’re crying too
just as hard as she is it seems
you feel like you’re failing at everything all at once. you check the time and it’s 11:30 pm.
lando should’ve been home by now
your hands shake as you pick up your phone and call him. it rings. and rings and rings. no answer so you try again
but this time it goes straight to voicemail
your daughter cries harder in your arms and honestly you feel like joining in with her at this point as your own starts slip free now
exhausted, you sink back onto the bed clutching her closer
“please.” you whisper quietly and it feels like your heart is breaking “just please come home.”
your eyes find the ceiling and you look up at it, rocking your daughter, trying to keep yourself from throwing the towel in, or worse
time flies by and before you know it, 4am rolls around
sitting upright in bed, your eyes feel endlesstly heavy and your shoulders slumped forward as you cradle your daughter against your chest
she finally went to sleep around 10 minutes ago. however you don’t know what helped
in all honesty, her tiny body was probably exhausted from all the physical stress of screaming and failing around
that theory didn’t feel hard to imagine imagine because the effects were hitting you hard too
every muscle of yours was screaming for rest and if you were looking back you don’t remember the last time you actually slept for more than three hours
the apartment was silent and you felt like one small thing would shatter you
and almost as on cue, the front door unlocks
it’s loud and the heavy footsteps that follow tells you lando is drunk off his ass
though you know he’s coming your way you don’t move. you can’t, you’re too tried, but your stomach twists instantly
his keys drop onto the floor, and as he makes his way towards your shared bedroom a laugh slips from his mouth
everything about him at this moment radiates carelessness and you stay silent trying to keep yourself at bay. to pretend you’re fine and like the night hasn’t taken everything from you already
you close your eyes, your jaw tightening as the door to your bedroom slams open
lando stumbles in, shoes half off already. his jacket slung over one shoulder, and he doesn’t notice your expression
or notice how stiff your body goes when he steps closer. he reaches for the light switch and flicks it on without thinking, bright warm light filling the room
this gets your attention and you wince sharply, not being able to ignore him anymore
your heart leaping into your throat as your daughter stirs, petrified she might wake and start crying again, your free hand flies up, frantically waving
forming silent desperate words you mouth for it to turn it off
he stares at you confused for a moment before it clicks, fumbling to switch it back off, mumbling a quiet, sloppy apology
but it feels like the damage is done anyway
your pulse skyrockets as you hold your breath, waiting to see if she wakes
after a long, terrifying moment of you frozen, praying she stays asleep, her breathing evens out again and you let out a breathe of relief
something in you snaps
you can’t bare to be in the same room as him, let alone sleep in the same bed as him
carefully you stand and gently lower her into the crib. smoothing the blanket with shaking hands your eyes lingering for just a second longer than necessary because she’s the only thing keeping you grounded
then you straighten, and walk out of the room without a word
your steps fast and silent as you push through the apartment and out onto the balcony
the night air hits your body, slightly calming you. monaco glitters beneath and you grip the railing so hard your knuckles turn white
chest heaving as you try to keep your breathing quiet, controlled.
behind you, you hear him follow
“baby?” he says softly sounding genuinely confused. “what’s wrong?”
he wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing into your back like this is just another night. like nothing has happened and he didn’t shatter every promise he made before walking out that door
you shove him off of you hard enough that he stumbles back a step
turning to him with tears already streaming down your face you whisper shout his question back at him, anger shaking every word as you fight yourself hard to not scream
“what’s wrong?” you repeat his idiotic question back to him, the anger evident in your voice and body language “what’s wrong, lando? are you serious right now?”
lifting his hands up in defense his brows furrows and it’s like he genuinely doesn’t understand what upset you
“hey, hey i didn’t mean—”
and it just makes you even more mad. because that was the issue
“it’s four in the damn morning.” cutting him off your voice cracks as you gesture toward the apartment behind you. “four! i have been up for hours with our daughter who has been screaming until she was red in the face. i called you because i didn’t know what else to do, and you didn’t answer. what happened to call me and i’ll come home immediately huh? you promised me lando. you said weren’t going to drink or party, that it was just dinner with the guys and you’d be home at eleven.”
he runs a hand through his hair, swaying slightly, trying to smile like it’s no big deal. “okay, okay, i get it, i’m late, but if you’re tired why didn’t you just go to bed, yeah? since you’re so exhausted.”
you let out a broken laugh, harsh and disbelieving, shaking your head as fresh tears spill over. “i couldn’t go to bed.” you snap back quietly. “not with her crying and you out partying doing who knows what!”
throwing your arms up you huff before bringing your hands to your hair
“what i’m trying to explain, is that i don’t get to just go to bed. i am the one who is always up and does everything. i have to feed her, i have to change her, i have to rock her, and i have to be the one to listen to her cry while you go out with max dousing your in liquor and i’m over here crying, feeling like my heart is being ripped out every time she won’t settle.”
your voice gives out, and for a split second you feel like sobbing and walking away
but you don’t. you stay put because you need to get these words out, you’ve been holding in your disdain for his lazy and childish behavior for too long
still, you let the emotions show, bearing themselves faster than you expected
“lando even when you are here i’m still the one who has to wake up every two hours. it’s the same routine for me every single day wether we’re in the paddock at a race or your sitting next to me on the couch. i clean her bottles. i wash all her tiny clothes that somehow never stop piling up, and sometimes im folding while pumping or breastfeeding. i make sure she’s okay, all the time, every second, even when i feel like i might collapse. it’s always me, me, me who does everything and still i get no credit. i don’t remember the last time i felt like myself or have genuinely smiled. and i certainly don’t think i’ve ever gotten any praise from anyone how about how good of a mom i am or anything along those lines throughout my whole pregnancy.”
lando’s smile fades immediately, and his posture stiffens as he realizes this isn’t something he can joke away
you swallow hard, looking at him through tears, your voice dropping, raw and trembling. “and it’s not just that. i’m not just physically tired. i’m emotionally tired. i’m tired of feeling invisible. i’m tired of feeling like i’m doing this alone even when you’re literally here.”
your hands shaking as you press them to your eyes. “i can’t do it anymore.” you whisper the words over and over “i can’t. i can’t.”
something changed and his drunken state cracking as he stepped closer, now serious
“hey.” he says firmly, reaching for you again but stopping when you flinch. “no. don’t say that. i’ll step up whatever you want me to do, i’ll do it i swear. i’ll be better, just tell me.”
you shake your head slowly, tears sliding down your cheeks unchecked looking at him. “i’m not just talking about our baby.” you say, voice hollow. “i’m talking about us. i shouldn’t have to tell you what to do to step up, that’s still me doing something and picking your slack.”
he freezes and his face drops “what. wait what are you talking about?”
“if i already feel like a single mother,” you continue quietly, every word feeling heavier to speak out “then i might as well actually be one. at least then i’d know what to expect, i wouldn’t be waiting up at night hoping you come home at the time said you would.”
the silence between you two stays present for a few minute
in no way had he expected this from you, and certainly not now, not in this exact moment
your shoulders slump down as you sigh. it feels nice finally explain your feelings, but the amount of push and pull internally and with lando is draining the life out of you
nothing about this feels rewarding, all this is only leaving you hurt
“people hate me.” you whisper the words falling out before you can stop yourself. “they hate the way i look. they say that i let myself go and ou deserve better. they call me ugly and lazy but praise you for being a good dad while they tear me apart as if i’m nothing. like i’m not a person with feelings, like i didn’t grow a whole human inside of me and give birth a literal month ago.”
at the end of your spiel your voice cracks as you as you look up at him
with eyes pleading you turn desperate “do you have any idea how that feels, lando? to grow a human, give everything you have to being a parents and still be told you’re not enough? to be picked apart by people because you don’t look like a supermodel anymore after giving birth
the only thing land can do is stand there
he’s stunned to say the least. his mouth opens and closes like he’s searching for the right words but ultimately remains silent
you let out a shaky breath, stepping closer, desperation not being a strong enough word to describe the emotions your feeling right now. you beg him softly. “say something. please. i need you to say something.”
he finally exhales, rubbing a hand over his face like he’s the tired one here
the way he sighs sounds like he’s the one who’s been awake all night holding a screaming baby
and when he looks at you his voice comes out flat confused in a way that make him sounds like he couldn’t care less. about this conversation or you
“what am i supposed to say?” he asks with a blank face “do you want me to fix the internet or something?and you knew about the dinner.”
that’s when something in you truly cracks, but it’s not even anger anymore
it’s more disbelief mixed with exhaustion, and your laugh comes out broken as you shake your head at him
“really lando.” you whisper harshly, tears spilling faster now. “i just told you and you’re doing the same shit. this why i’m done.”
he frowns going into defensive mode immediately. “what’s that supposed to mean?”
“it means you always do this.” you snap quietly, hands trembling as you gesture between the two of you. “you make it sound like i’m mad about one thing so you don’t have to look at the whole picture. this isn’t about dinner, lando. i don’t care about the dinner.”
“really because it sounds like you do.” he scoffs lightly. “i asked you if you wanted to come. you said no.”
you cut in sharply, voice shaking. “stop. stop twisting it. this isn’t about me not going to some stupid dinner, it’s about everything else. it’s about the fact that you haven’t listend and applied any word i’ve said. the fact you don’t see me. you don’t see what i do for you or our daughter. you don’t see how much i carry every single day.”
he opens his mouth to interrupt but you don’t let him
“you don’t wake up when she cries,”you continue, tears streaking down your face but you let that bother you“you don’t even ask you to hold her or let me have a night to fully sleep. i can be sitting right next to you, exhausted and shaking, and you don’t move. you don’t know how to dress her. you don’t know what size clothes she wears. you don’t know how to put her car seat in the car. lando, if something happened and i wasn’t there, you wouldn’t even know where to start.”
his jaw tightens, his eyes snapping up to lock onto yours “that’s not fair.”
“i don’t care what fair at this point, it’s true.” you sob back. “and the worst part is you don’t even try to learn.”
you take a moment, letting out a shaky breath your chest aching as you press a hand against it. “and you don’t defend me. ever. you let these people tear me apart while you stay silent. you let them call me lazy, ugly, a bad mom, and you just let it happen.”
he looks away, arms crossing over his chest like he’s had enough of this
“i saw a video tonight. there were hundreds of thousands of comments all agreeing and saying the same things. that i trapped you that you deserve better and i look like a mess. but for you its that you’re such an amazing dad while i’m nothing.”
your voice breaks completely as you choke out the next words. “and i just realized you like it lando.”
“you fucking liked the video. not only do you never say a word defending me, this time you’re feeding into the narratives about me.”
there’s a long pause between you two, where he just stares out over the balcony like he’s waiting for this to pass
he’s hoping you’ll walk away and go to bed
when he finally speaks, his tone is detached and he sounds annoyed
“i don’t even know what video you’re talking about, i just like things i probably didn’t even watch it. and you think i don’t get hate i deal with that too all the time and sorry but there’s nothing i can do about it, so i don’t get why you’re yelling at me like it’s my fault.”
that’s when the sob rips out of you, loud and uncontrollable
your whole body feels like it’s folding in on itself as you shake your head. “because i need you lando.” you cry. “because i’m being burned and you’re saying it’s too hot instead of saving me or putting the fire out.”
your hands come up to cover your face as you break down completely, words tumbling out between sobs. “i hate you.”
“i hate you lando, for doing this to me. i didn’t even want to be a mom yet, i wanted a fling something fun. that’s all this was supposed to be. but then you insisted to pull out. when i found out i was pregnant, it was too late to do anything about it, so i made the choice to keep her. because i knew i could love her, and i knew we could give her a good life.”
you look up at him through tears eyes red and pleading. “but i didn’t know i’d be doing it alone.”
he stiffens immediately going into defensive mode “I didn’t want to be a dad yet either.” he shoots back
“but i stepped up. i’m not sitting here complaining.”
“because you have nothing to complain about lando! you yell back in a broken whisper
“you do absolutely nothing. nothing to care for her. you get to sleep, get to leave and you even get praised for showing up for just literally five minutes. but i’m the one who does everything. i don’t get to leave her, or sleep if she’s crying. i am everything to and for her.”
your chest heaves as you continue, words spilling faster now. “and even after being her only form of life support, i still show up for you. i go to your races and stand in the paddock exhausted but smiling because i know how much your career matters to you. and even though i don’t have time to show up for myself istill go. because you matter to me lando. yet not once do you even try to show up for me.”
you shake your head slowly devastation laced into every line of your face. “you don’t show up for her either. and that hurts more than anything.”
he stands there silent again. you can tell he’s distant and checked out of this conversation
and quite frankly he’s been checkout of this relationship for longer. his arms are still crossed, his face full of nothing like this is happening to him instead of because of him
“you don’t understand,” you whisper hoarsely. “and i don’t think you want to.”
your voice softens then. heartbreak now replaces anger as you wipe your cheeks with trembling hands. “i’ve tried. i’ve tried to make this work with us for her i’ve waited and waited for you to meet me halfway, and you never do.”
you take a shaky breath, decision settling heavy but solid in your chest. “i can’t keep doing this, so i’m done.”
he blinks hard his eyebrow furrowing
Not that caught his attention. he’s back on this earth, turning to look at you “what are you saying?”
you swallow hard, tears falling again as you straighten your shoulders
“i’m saying the only option left is for me to leave.”
summary: no one expected lewis to date someone younger, let alone more successful than him. but it was no surprise to the fans he found someone who knew fashion. making you and lewis the most stylish couple in and out of the paddock
social media
( warning: age gap of 10 years, suggestive language, i got a little lazy with the comments towards the end i’m sorry :(
𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐟𝟏
outfitsoff1: World famous fashion designer and CEO of SolureCouture, is in the paddock today! welcome Y/N to the F1 world
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user: this is a bit much for a race no?
^user: she’s a famous designer, girl get a grip no
^user: yeah this is actually considered casual for her
user: oh she’s putting the other wags and drivers to literal SHAMBLES
user: served, chewed, ate, plate licked, no crumbs
user: first race and out dresses everybody
^user: out dressed everyone in history
user: why is she there
^user either pr or she has a show there soon
^user orrrr maybe she’s genuinely interested
user: she might be dating a driver?
^user: no one is worthy of this
user: hmmm this is how it always starts out
𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧
lewishamilton: My loves new collection Adatrix now completed. it’s been an honor to work beside the woman I love and to see behind the scenes of her beautiful work.
she the absolutely most talented, dedicated hardworking person I know and to see her consistently meeting her goal and raising the bar for herself is such an incredible thing to witness. she is such in inspiration and she cares so much about the fashion industry, I owe my latest looks and wisdom to this goddess.
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user: WOAH? HES DATING THE Y/N
user: lewis i was not familiar with your game
^user: hmmmm i feel like you should be. this is not shocking he’s dating a designer
user: the fashion industry just won today like actually
user: oh i just know the magazines will be fighting over them
user: i just threw my phone i’m actually shaking
user: OF COURSE IT WOULD BE HER
^user: if anyoneee is going to date her, lewis is genuinely the perfect person
user: yall keep it cute now
user: anyone being disrespectful WILL be reported
^user: me too because i don’t play
user: AWWWW he finally has someone
^user: she better not break this man’s heart because I swear. he needs a good relationship
^user: only thing you have to worry about her breaking is fashion standards and these people’s necks
^user: TRUEST THING I’VE HEARD ALL DAY
yourusername: my favorite mannequin of all time <3
lewishamilton: honored to have that title
𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐟𝟏
outfitsoff1: Lewis hamilton and his newly announced girlfriend y/n today at the 2025 Miami Grand Prix. The pair are wearing custom coordinated outfits designed and made by y/n herself, source is from Lewis
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user: haters are throwing up right now
user: outing myself right now but i was so mad hes dating someone but she actually pulled through
^user: now why would you even admit that
^user: oh girl they’re coming for you
user: unmatched aura
user: serving this hard already, oh she’s ready
user: THE MIRRORS?? HOLY
user: her matching him is making me melt
user: hard launch final boss
user: yayyyy a new couple to obsess over
^user: if you’re a new fan of y/n prepare to see looks like this every single race
^user: might as well glue the jaw shut now too
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
yourusername: now presenting the Adatrix 2026 collection for SolureCouture
thank you to everyone for supporting my art and for being the vision. my designs tell the stories of the ones who made this possible, you the fans. the goal is for everyone to see themselves at the top, and feel the success building within them everyday
the sky is the limit, become the new trend by today
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user: i’ve seen enough, make her a co chair in the MET
^user: THAT WOULD BE SO GOOD
^user: ohh girl i like the way you’re thinking….
user: adatrix is such a cool name
user: the concept of her whole brand is actually groundbreaking
user: i’m crying so hard at the caption
user: hi, i’ve recently just started following you and your work, who makes your designs, genuinely asking?
^yourusername: hi my love, all pieces are made directly by hand and i make around 60% of the clothing myself. i like to think i can do it all but unfortunately i need to eat and sleep :( so I do have an amazing team of 6 incredibly hard working people who handmake the rest of the pieces that i’m not able to!
alexandrasaintmleux: you are such a visionary
eglehulkenburg: your growth is unreal, congrats angel
lilymhe: you are absolutely a talent to watch
^yourusername: thank you. it means the world to me for your support, custom fits for all coming soon!
user: we need more designers like you
user: this collection is true fashion
carmenmundt: ugh my darling i hope you know how unique you truly are. one of a kind
lilyzneimer: what a beautifully done collection!
flavybarla: you’re unstoppable
^yourusername: omg you all are too sweet. thank you for welcoming me with open arms and for your support
𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐟𝟏
outfitsoff1: Lewis and Y/N’s custom outfits from today’s race at Silverstone, once again made by Y/N
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user: I’M OBSESSEDDDD
user: not me giggling at my phone cuz their so hot
user: face cards never decline
^user: heavy on the neverrrr
user: icons doing and wearing iconic things
user: THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME
user: this is why designers deserve their flowers NOW
user: she made this from scratch btw
^user: hard to tell who outfit I’m more impressed by
user: lewis give me your game card
𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐟𝟏
outfitsoff1: custom fits once again for the couple at the Singapore Grand Prix today, this might be my favorite look of theirs so far
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user: and THIS is why i pay that phone bill
user: fashion girlies are screaming
^user: it’s me, i’m fashion girlies
user: oh she stays employed
user: girly is forever working, when does she sleep
user: this is better than any race this season
^user: lowkey only look forward to race weekends to see the matching fits
user: i fear i will never be normal about them
user: she can truly make anything. any material on her looks absolutely exceptional
^user: did you know she actually buys from local businesses in the area she in for a race, which means she’s make their outfits in only 2-3 days
^user: WHAT? OMG I DID NOT KNOW THAT
^user: this makes me even more impressed with her
𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐟𝟏
outfitsoff1: they love a good red moment. Lewis and y/n at the Vegas Grand Prix in custom SolureCouture
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user: she understands the assignment for both of them every single time
user: they do rich the right way
user: SICK AND TWISTED ( in a good way )
user: ugh nobody is doing it like her
user: this is actually making me hot and bothered
user: paddock walk? more like runway walk
^user: I WANT YOU TO STRUT, STRUT!!!
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
yourusername: my turn outfitsoff1 abu dhabi 2025 💋
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outfitsoff1: OUHH IM GAGGED
^yourusername: lewis and i love uuuu! <3
user: not a single bad outfit between them
^user: or angle
user: HOW is she real
user: not one miss from her this whole season
user yes, she made this one too. and the next one, and the next and the next!!
lewishamilton: i’m just lucky she lets me wear her art
^yourusername: you’re the inspiration my love <3
𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐟𝟏
outfitsoff1: oh they did not come to play tonight, Lewis and Y/N at the FIA end of the year Gala. I think we know what brand they’re both wearing….!
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user: the inverted matching outfits, IM SICKKK
user: not even posing and still ate
user: went there to serve cunt and leave
user: he may have had the worst year of his career this season but he won in every other aspect
user: she outdid herself with these
^user: best looks fr
user: THE SCREAM I JUST SCRUMPT
user: they look so so good i need to get a grip
user: oh so everyone else is just supposed to pack it up now huh
^user: yeah everybody go home for me now
𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧
lewishamilton: now that the season is over i want to thank my everything for being with me this season
there’s been ups and down of my career but i’ve never lost sight of myself, because of her. her mission and impact is one i feel everyday and it brings me to tears even thinking about what she’s done for every community she’s been apart of yourusername
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user: every time he posts her my standards get higher and higher
user: this relationship feel so balanced
^user: they are so in love and authentic as a couple
user: MY POWER COUPLEEE
user: i only believe in love because of them
𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬
New York Times: History has been made as a new director of the Met Gala has just confirmed. After 40 years, the current director and woman who started it all, Anna Wintour, has officially retired her role. With Anna Wintour stepping down, luxury fashion designer of SolureCouture, Y/N L/N has been hand selected by Anna herself to be new director.
Y/N will be the second person to ever hold this title, and is the first black women, and youngest women to ever hold such position. She is now the head chair and her husband, Lewis Hamilton is to be a permanent co chair, with other co chairs switching every year
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user: HUSBAND???
user: somewhere in the world someone just fell to their knees seeing the word husband
^user: i think we found that someone…
user: one step closer to y/n world domination
^user: inching forward everyday
user: THE WORLD IS HEALING
user: seeing her win makes me emotional omg
𝐕𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐞
NEWLYWEDS LEWIS AND Y/N HAMILTON EXCEED EXCELLENCE IN FASHION AND LOVE
January 2026 Issue
Y/N and Lewis Hamilton open up about their recent wedding in our first print of the new year. The couple are both known for their very expressive choices in clothing and are all about rewriting boundaries.
Lewis, 41 is a Formula One driver and has been in the sport professionally for over 18 years. His unique outfits at the time in F1 caused a whirlwind of criticism for breaking the boundaries back in 2015.
Y/N, 31, has been interested in fashion sinxe she was 8 years old and has been designing since she was 20. She’s quickly rose to the top of the industry with her distinctive and eccentric designs, becoming the most requested designer in demand. In 2020 she created her own fashion called SolureCouture.
The pair began dating in 2023 and announced their relationship earlier this year, and sealing it with rings in November 2025. Inside are more and exclusive details from the couple about their private wedding, what the future holds for them and what it means to be a black couple redefining the culture of expressive dressing, together.
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𝐕𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞
Vogue: Y/N and Lewis Hamilton, January 2026 issue
Big congrats to the newlyweds and the new Head and Co chairs of the Met Gala.
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user: why am i crying like i know them personally
user: she doesn’t miss. ever.
user: deserves of every bit of recognition
lawroach: you’ve come so far my sweetheart!
christiansirano: love working with you, so proud
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 + 𝐥𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐨𝐧
lewishamilton & yourusername: our first collection together, and it’s as husband and wife!!!
working on our 2026 Madella collection with lewis has been the best experience of my life. as you know i do all the designs myself and work hands on with making a majority of pieces by hand. my team is very small, but just got expanded to one more.
thank you lewis for becoming a permanent part of my brand and mission in rewriting what the word fashion means. we have both worked worked endlessly together to create this and he is so talented. get you a man who is so invested in your career he will learn how to sketch and sew!!
summary: meeting your boyfriend through formula one as his race engineer, you and him gain quite the popularity for being a couple. since you’re so adored you two decide to put your relationship to the test by doing a fun interview for youtube
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( no warnings or looks specified. also i want to say thank you so much to everyone who reads, likes, comments and reblogs my works. it means a lot to me, and for those who send me messages i do see them and it makes me so happy. all the support and love for my works means more thank you know, and i do see all the messages i just don’t know how to reply! but thank you to everyone!! more stories are on the way! )
you and alex sit in a studio with bright lights on you, both of you in chairs with your somewhat casual clothing on
his hair is fluffed up, and your hair is done in a more relaxed and elegant style than you normally wear
your mic’d up, he’s mic’d up, and he keeps bumping his knee against yours like he can’t sit still
but he might just want to be touching you
knowing him it was probably both
alex holds his questions and cue cards dramatically, shaking them like he’s about to perform a magic trick. he eyes were locked on you and he smirks
“you’re nervous.” he teases, leaning into your shoulder. “i can tell. you think i’m going to embarrass you.”
“oh baby you don’t need a quiz for that,” you let out a little laugh “you do that everywhere.”
alex gasps putting hand over his chest, mock offend“me? embarrass you? i am an angel. i am, uh what do the kids say these days. demure.”
“demure?” you huff with wide eyes
“oh yeah? tell that to the guy you pushed because he tapped me on the shoulder. oh! or the time you accidentally called me ‘hot’ on the team radio during a race.”
at the second thing he he groans and hides his face in his cards while everyone laughed
“okay.” he peeks over at you through his hands “the first one i still stand by because why was he touching you, but the second one…yeah that moment got me a lot of shit but i love you and i’m never ashamed of showing it.”
“perfect answer. because i thought it was cute and i didn’t mind it at all.”
he drops his hands and the smile he gives you is smug and soft at the same time. “i knew it. you loved it.”
one of the producers claps her hands “okay you two! we’re about to roll in just a minute, alex, you’re asking first, and remember, you’re competing so don’t help each other.”
the red light told you the cameras began rolling and the producers gave a thumbs up
as soon as it started you scooted away from him dramatically, but he pulled you back immediately
“are you ready?” he asks with a smirk “hit me.” you tease, cracking your knuckles
he wiggles his eyebrows. “later.”
“alex albon, enough.”
“okay, okay.” he laughs “well i guess I don’t need to do my introduction do i y/n l/n?”
with a smile you roll your eyes and give the camera a wave “today we’re going to be doing the gq couples quiz.”
your boyfriend nodded then turned to you holding the cards up “ok first question, what is my go to post race comfort meal?”
you pretend to think really hard, tapping your chin. “hmm. i don’t know.“
“probably the giant cheeseburger you inhale like you haven’t eaten in nine days?”
he points at you with both hands. “correct. what can i say.” he flips to the next card. “question two, when did we meet?”
“oh, easy three years ago. i got promoted to your race engineer.”
“mm hmm yes.” he nodded and tried to fight the smirk growing onto his face. both of you knew what question was coming after
which of course alex did not want to read “and what was my first impression of you?”
you grin. “you thought i was a bitch.”
loudly groaning, his face falls into a grimace “ay my love i did not say that exact word. i was annoyed because never looked at me and avoided me!”
“in my defense was trying to be professional!” you shrugged nonchalantly
“you were so professional i thought you wanted to quit on the spot when you met me.” he laughs, nudging you with his shoulder. “but we got over both of those things didn’t we.”
he leans in with a smiles trying to kiss your cheek and you swat him
“we’re competing against each other, back fo the game mr albon.” he rolls his eyes playfully and reads off the next card. “what is my biggest racing pet peeve?”
feeling confident you scoff and give a wave with your hand“oh this easy.”
it’s not like he’s told you this a thousand times or after every race “drivers who complain even though they won or had a good race.”
his eyes light up and you know he’s about to go on a rant. a dangerous one at that
throwing his head dramatically he groans in an annoyed tone“correct. i despise that because it shows they’re ungrateful and—”
you cover his mouth to cut him off “ok next question before you get cancelled.”
he licks your palm like a child leaving you shocked and slightly disgusted “ew, alex! what the hell.”
“what? you put it there.”
you give him a glare that tell him you’re serious but he only beams at you
though inside he’s nervous because he knows how bossy and lowkey scary you can be
he found that out the hard way when he disobeyed your orders to give a position back and costed himself the whole race
“okay, okay i’m sorry.” he smiles shyly
as he looks down to read the next question his entire demeanor changes
the smiles on his face slowly faces and he stares at the card in silence before saying it out loud “last one for my portion. what was the moment i realized i had feelings for you?”
your breath caught in your chest a little. you weren’t expecting that question
nor were you able to tell this story without tearing up. alex looks at the camera with a frown already knowing what’s coming
you answer quietly, your voice beginning to tremble “when i stayed with you after the qatar 2023 race.”
the room fell quieter, and even the producers and camera crew grew emotional
alex turns back to you with a sad soft glimmer in his eyes, his hand moving to rub your thigh gently
“i knew as soon as i saw this question, you were going to cry when answering. but yeah, that was a really tough race. for everyone truly.”
whispering you nodded as tears silently dribbled down your face “it really was.”
“that race was so hard brutal on everyone, with regulations and the heat. but the reason it makes me cry everytime is because alex fought so hard that day and by the end he was so exhausted. everytime we spoke on the team radio i could hear the pure exhaustion from his voice that seemed to get worse as the race continued. it was a hard listen and even harder to see him struggle but yeah i stayed with him after.”
he nodded slowly, speaking soft “you walked me into the medical center.”
the difference in the air was noticeable. he didn’t speak to the cameras, he spoke to you. in that moment it was only the two of you in the room
“you helped carry me there and held my hand while they checked me. you stayed by my side throughout the rest of the night and waited for me at the paddock to done with all my media duties even though it was so late. and we it was time to go we walked out together and when i apologized for ruining your day, you told me not to be stupid, because i was you’re my driver and you weren’t going anywhere. that was the exact moment i knew i admitted to myself i had feelings for you and wanted more with you.”
“you almost got me crying.” you tease through your teary eyes, obviously joking as you were full on crying
“baby you are crying.” he says proudly. “you’re a very sentimental and emotional person, that’s something i love about you .”
you smile at him and he smiles back with affection, a look and action he doesn’t bother hiding anymore
the producers clears their throat. “okay y/n’s turn.”
you sit up straight and shuffle your cards. “ok mr albon question one, what is my exact coffee order?”
his eyes widen and he perks up with excitement instantly. “oh oh i know this! an iced caramel latte, two pumps vanilla, light ice, and vanilla cold foam.”
“hmm, incorrect.”
with a loud gasp he throws his hands up and shouts “what! how that’s literally exactly what you—”
you cut him off with a smirk and tilt your head at him “your forgot the size.”
“oh my gosh of course. i know it though it’s a large!” alex points in your face with a big wide grin that makes me giggle because of how determined he is to win this “yes that’s correct.”
“now you get the point.” you raise your eyebrows and he claps loudly “yes! see i am an attentive boyfriend.” he declares proudly, talking straight to the camera
“you’re way too competitive” you mutter, trying to hide your laughter
“ok next card. do i have a superstition when you race?”
alex looks to the camera with a blank face before turning smug. “you think i don’t know this? yes you do, you kiss the inside of your wrist three times when i get in the car. ”
you blush and look down at your lap “that is correct, and do you know why it’s three?”
“i watch you.” he shrugs simply. “you think i don’t look for you every time before i get in the car?”
your face gets hot and he notices that way you use the cards to cover your face but he looks delighted “answer the question.” you huff now all flustered
“no, no.” he leans close whispering, feeling cocky he the reason you’re like this ” you’re blushing.”
“shut up.” a giggle leaves you while he sits back and doesn’t hide his laugh at all
“uhm no i don’t actually know why it’s three times.” he watched you nod “it’s for i love you.” a soft smile its on your face
alex hums and grabs your wrist without saying anything
then he leans down and kisses your wrist three times, before kissing his own. after two of you don’t say anything else
you move on and read the next question with a smile like nothing happened “what is my favorite travel memory of us.”
“ohh no, no i’m not answering this one.” he rolls his eyes and crosses him arms
seeing him pout made you side eye him “i’m gonna tell the story anyways so you might as well just say it yourself so you can get the point.” he caves in and decides to speak
“fine. it’s when we missed our flight and got stuck at the airport for hours.”
“now you need to say and explain why we missed our flight.” you smirk and watch him scoff “we didn’t have our passports.”
putting your hand up to speak, you sit up with a proud smirk “yeah and it’s because he forgot them.” alex immediately throws his hands up reaching to grab your hand“that is not true!”
“yes it is.” you swat at his arms and continue telling the story
“i said i was going to keep track of them because i didn’t want them to get lost or forgotten, but alex insisted he could do it so i let him. low and behold he forgot them, and we had to run all the way back to our house which was two hours away from the airport.”
“lies!” he protests now grabbing your hand dramatically. “this is slander! defamation!”
you shake your head and hold up the next card. “okay you got the point moving on. be serious now. when did i start liking you?”
“miami 2023.” he sheepishly smiles, an you both feel your face redden. “that weekend after the race we both partied, hard. we were both all over the place but you definitely more to drink than me so I made sure you got home and you couldn’t stop smiling and tapping the whole way back.”
he meets your eyes and the tension between you feels the same as it did two years ago
“yeah. that’s when.”
alex nods takes your hand without asking and squeezes once
you give him a wink before looking back to the camera as the the producers speak up
“okay, now we’re going to do a bonus speed round. both of you will answer the questions at the same time and, whoever answers first and correctly wins a point.”
alex drops your hand and cracks his knuckles like he’s preparing for battle
“oh it’s on.” you roll your eyes at his words and crack your neck “ok sure. I think you forgot you’re going against the person who is the reason you succeed in a race.”
“you may help me succeed on the track but I help you succeed off, i got this in the bag.”
the first question from production was one you both were expecting “question one, who said ‘i love you’ first?”
“alex!” you shout instantly just as alex does “y/n!” he says loudly
both of you yelled an answer at the exact same time, but only one of you was correct
you both whip your heads towards each other and stare intensely “you definitely said it first.” you argue with wide eyes
he shakes his head violently. “no no no! you did, in the hotel hallway!”
“uhm i only said it because you said it!” you exclaim throwing your arms up
“woah only i said it because YOU said it!” alex gasps and perks up so hard he almost jumps out of his chair
the crew is laughing so hard as you and alex debate who is correct
unfortunately you two wrote the same answers which meant no one knew the correct answers “well we both get a point.” alex smiled
“what was your first date?”
you slam your hand down on your thigh “we volunteered at an animal hospital!”
he points at you “that’s wrong!” your eyes widen so big you thought they were going to pop you
“what!? no it’s not, i’m right!” leaning forward you scoffed in his face as he smirked “it was the animal hospital and the animal shelter. we went there after.”
“oh my god whatever, i still get the point!”
shaking his finger in a sassy manner he leans back with a cocky smirk “ah ah. you get half, i get half.”
when it was time for the next question, the rivalry between you two continued
“last question, who gets more jealous?”
“alex!” you both say before before the question ends
“i got that one for sure!” he looks to the camera and production for confirmation on his win, but they couldn’t give that
“both of you truly said it at the same time, you both get a point.” one said smiling
you choke on your laugh, and alex holds his head and his hands trying not to fall over from laughter
“you guys are getting the real us. this is actually us being tame too.” he declares then put his hand on your knee “i love you.”
“i love you too, but i won.”
he leans in and kisses you, soft and quickly before pulling back with a smirk “i definitely won.” he whispers
you smack his arm, laughing but he catches your hand, lacing your fingers together
only until the news that you tied was given though “you had the same exact amount of points. from all portions.”
alex lets go of your hand, throwing his up. but he doesn’t let go of his smile
“guess that shows how equally in love we are with each other.” he shrugs playfully, letting his humorous side show once more
you beam, the both of you now looking at each other “this always happens.”
as it’s the end of the interview he gives a wave to the camera while you blow a kiss towards it
“we’re alex and y/n and thank you for watching, our gq couples quiz.”
you say the last line and alex walks over, lending his hand out for you to stand up. you gracefully grab on and share a quick kiss
walking off set alex mutters something in a teasing tone, thinking the cameras are off
“yeah there’s no way the breakup curse from doing this video will be getting us. we’re actually in love. ”
summary: being single for your whole life, you go on love island directly after highschool. on there you catch the attention of a certain mercedes driver and he's not entirely quiet about his admiration for you
real life + social media
(no warnings really, reader and kimi are both 18 then turn 19)
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yourusername: and that's a wrap on my journey with love island season 7!
though i didn't find love...like at all, i did find lifelong friendships with the girls and learned lessons i will carry with me. going from high school graduation straight here was genuinely the craziest thing i've ever done, but definitely a testament to how age shouldn't hold you back from going after what you want. it was truly an honor to be on this show and though being the youngest islander had it's challenges, i have gained experience in so SOO many things. 😉
i definitely know what to not put up with from a man (thank you ace for that one! )
even though i'm leaving with having no boyfriend
STILL, i know he's waiting for me somewhere. hopefully my first one will treat me better than the men here, no tea no shade guys
huge huge thank you to everyone who supported me and all the love i've received from my fans! and for listening to all my talk about F1 allll season :)
i love you all so so much. guess i'm on to other adventures now!! 🌺🌴🐠🦩☀️
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arianamadix: what a pleasure it was to have you as an islander!
lilbabyhan: awww my love you're so cute!
iriskendall: you're genuinely one of the sweetest and outgoing girls i've ever meet
x_olandria: my fellow barbie 💞
yourusername: love you girl! we have to meet up soon
user: how is she literally the same age as me......
user: the bod is absolute teaaa
user: don't come for me but she had the best outfits
user: omg how do i become her
^user: literally. this is like my dream life
megtheestallion: MY HOTTIE! you need to be in one of my music videos baby
^yoursername: HELLO MEG I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH?? UHMMM OBVIOUSLY I'LL BE IN ONE
zaralarsson: so so beautiful <3
kehlani: a queennnn you will be most missed cutie!
user: HOW IS SHE THE SAME AGE AS ME?
user: the way all the men, ESPECIALLY ace treated her was genuinely so infuriating and honestly unsettling
^user: yeah and i was beyonddd shocked no one was fighting to snatch her up
acegreene: hahaa it's all love tho
^yourusername: hmmm its really....not though! 😇
^user: the audacity from this man omg
^user: stay away from our girl 😡
^user: i am ace hater bias, BOOO
carmenmundt: you are such a classy and intelligent young lady, love will definitely come your way! 🤍
^yourusername: OMG CARMEN?? thank you so much you're literally my fav part of f1
user: she's literally living the dream
^user: right, like she just came off the biggest the summer show as an 18 year old, and already has an f1 wag in the comments
^user: and kimi in the likes too!!!
user: yeah girl imma need the manifestation tactics handed over to me now
^yourusername: it's all determination + risk taking <3
𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬
kimi walked to the media pen for his post interviews, still slightly dazed from the result
there's champagne soaked into his suit, and the faintest look of flush on his cheeks that hasn't faded since he got out of the car
he had just won his first race, making him a first time grand prix winner
and all truth be told he was still trying to process it
greeting a young woman, the interviewer, smiled wide and began speaking"kimi, congratulations. this is your first p1 grand prix win since you've been in formula 1, can you tell us what's going through your head right now."
rubbing the back of his neck, he smiled and tried to keep his giddiness at bay
"um, a lot." he said with a laugh. "it still doesn't feel real. i think, you know, you dream about this since you're a kid, but when it happens it's like wow...okay. it's actually happening."
kimi smiled shyly, nervously pacing around
the interviewer nodded and took a deep breath, mirroring for him to do the same
as he did she smiled, asking another question "you had insane pace today," the interviewer continues. "it looked like after lap 28 everything just seemed to click, did you expect to be able to fight for the win?"
he shook his head instantly. "oh no, no. not at all. i mean, we had good data, good feeling, but a win? i didn't think that was in the cards today. the team did an amazing job. our strategy, the pit stop, just everything was perfect. i guess they gave me the chance i just took it."
he spoke like it was so simple and easy. managing to stay humble so how he did it so much, he almost unaware he just did something unforgettable
"well you delivered brilliantly." the woman now, "as this is your first win, especially after such a tough weekend before, what was your motivation going into this race."
now, kimi expected the question but still he didn't know how to answer in a way that wasn't make the whole paddock laugh
"uh a bit of everything you know." he smile slowly, his words getting faster with excitement "training, of course but uh i also i watched some tv and then someone from there inspired me."
totally not expecting the answer she got the interviewer raised an eyebrow. "that's very interesting, you got it from tv? what show?"
hesitating, his eyes dropped to the floor and his cheeks became slightly flushed
"love island." he admitted after a moment. though he was clearly embarrassed it was definitely a genuine and sincere response
along with half the media pen, the interviewer immediately laughed and let out a little "love island? kimi antonelli is watching love island?"
kimi shrugs cheeks warm. "it's done now but it was on and i got invested."
"okay, okay. i mean it is a very entertaining show, i myself watched this season." the interviewer smiled "so then, who's the islander who inspired you?"
at first he didn't want to answer but then he clears his throat looking everywhere btu the camera "y/n."
the interviewer smiles even wider and the boy knows exactly where this is heading
to be fair though, he wasn't entirely opposed to admiring this in an interview. a part of him wanted you to see this
"y/n? really?"
kimi nods, his embarrassment now shifting to become pride. "yes. she's very cool, ambitious and i would say the smartest there. i think, i don't know, but i think i was inspired by her because she knows what it's like to be this young and have people watching everything you do. though everyone else was older than her and it sometimes made it difficult i say she handle it really well. it's a little what i go through sometimes.
his words are spoken with a very honest and soft in the way he said it. something that makes the media immediately lean forward
"do you see yourself, maybe reaching out to her?" the interviewer asks
kimi looks surprised by the question, but he decides to answer it anyway "i may yeah. when i was watching the show she said she relates to me so it would be nice to meet up with her and talk. she talked lot about pressure on the show, and pushing yourself even when people think you're too young. it made me think and i feel like we have a lot in common."
"well kimi, i think you just made her fans year." as some of the other drivers heard the conversation, he quickly cleared his throat quickly. "uh, anyway, about the race—"
she politely cut him off with a smile "no, no hold on. we'll go back to racing don't worry." the interviewer teases. "but i have to say, kimi that was very unexpected."
giving a helpless laugh the boy felt himself blushing and getting flustered. "sorry."
"please don't apologize it's adorable. now, looking forward, this win puts you in a very strong position for the second half of the season. what's the plan?"
hearing the question about his season he comfortably slipped back into race mode, trying to keep his mind off of you
"though it was a very great race i will always say keep improving. there is always stuff I can do better so i will keep learning. but yeah the car feels good, the team's in a great place so i'm not thinking too far ahead. i just want to stay consistent."
"well hopefully we can you as a world champion one day?"
he gave a gentle smiled "i hope so, but one step at a time." the interviewer nods. "well thank you kimi antonelli, congratulations winner."
kimi nods back with a blank face, though cheeks still slightly flushed
even as he walked off his face was blank
but his mind wandered back to you and to saying your name outloud. he couldn't help but smile to himself
and lucky for the fans, one of the cameras caught it
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sitting in the studio with your fellow castmates made it feel like you were in the villa again
the energy when with them was real and over the top. it was something you'd been missing since being in a hotel room with your family
speaking of, your whole family, mom dad and sister were all out exploring L.A with you while you did press
you were sat on the couch in the center, surrounded by your fellow islanders, amaya, bryan, nic, olandria, chelley, ace, iris, pepe, and huda
with your legs crossed and mic clipped to your dress, you were prepared for the question about the dram you had with some
still, you getting used to the fact that millions of people suddenly know your name
as it started the host mostly talk to the others as they were all in established couples on the show or were in the finale
however, since you left one day before the finale you were wanted there as well
and maybe the fact that you were the fan favorite of the show could've been a factor too, but you didn't want to seem to arrogant
towards the end host turns to you with a smile "all right, y/n. it's been one week since the finale. how are you feeling now that everything's settled a bit?"
you laugh softly. um...overwhelmed. you nodded and smiled "no it's been very good though. truly everything has been so amazing, it's just a little weird being home and not having to yell 'text!' every day."
amaya turned to you and laughed, the others all agreeing
the woman interviewing you all, smiled cautiously and right then you knew where is was going
"as you know, you were the fan favorite of this entire season."
trying not you blush you nod and give your best attempt at keeping a composed face
"so you've gained the most instagram followers out of the whole cast, with over 7 million people now following you. and i'm sure your phone is absolutely insane right now still." the host laughs. "how many dms are we talking? hundreds? thousands?"
with a giggle you groan dramatically. "oh my gosh so many. like too many. i genuinely didn't even know you could hit the limit on instagram notifications."
the host leans in with a teasing grin, "and how many of those are from celebrities?"
the group immediately oohs, and you cover your face with your hands feeling embarrassed
"no comment!" you say quickly. "i'm not exposing anyone."
behind you nic shake your shoulders in a friendly manner "oh come on! give us one name."
amaya sitting beside you gives you a look before clearing her throat. the rest of the cast furrows their brows not quite sure what the woman was going to say
that made the host perk up. "oh? is there something we should know?"
you know what's about to say but you don't stop her maybe a part of you wanted her to say it
"she's not saying who messaged her because she's waiting for a message from someone specific."
your eyes close and your face scrunches up as you prepare yourself for the reactions
the rest of your cast mates get extremely loud with cheers as they know exactly what name is about to be said
"from kimi antonelli." amaya saying with a smug smile
you immediately feel heat rush to your face with embarrassment and maybe some hidden excitement
"i hate all of you." you mutter, face red as the host gasps
"so you have seen his interviews?" the host asks you nod slowly, cheeks burning. "yes. i've seen that one."
"and?"
you breathe in try to stop smiling, but completely fail
"and he's very sweet." you admit, trying to speak steady "i didn't expect him to talk about me like that, and it means a lot that i can inspire him."
"now you've mentioned on the show many times that you're a fan of kimi. do you think that's why he started watching the show, and how did liking him first start?"
the question like this was honestly something you been dreaming of getting asked
but you would never let anyone know that
you wanted to play it cool and act happy but composed about it. you didn't want to scare the boy off
"well i can't really be the one to tell if my mentions of him are what got him watching the show, but he definitely knows of me." your eyes wander around the room as you nervously giggle "though as for being a supporter of him specifically, i've always loved mercedes. i talked about it on the show with a few others expressing george and lewis being my favorites. but now that kimi's with mercedes i've also kinda become a fan of his too."
everyone gives you a look and iris even elbows you gently "kinda?"
you groan again knowing that wasn't the full truth
"okay, yes. he has quickly become one of my favorites now, if not my favorite. i mean he's insanely talented and dedicated and he's already won his first race so quickly into his rookie year. i think my gravitation towards him being my favorite driver at the moment probably stems from him being my age. the fact he's doing so well with he's had so much pressure on him is very impressive and i respect that."
"very good answer, i like that. now y/n we were told there's an unseen clip of you being told the results of a race by production. shall we play it?"
you pause as you hear those words
"i mean you're going to play it anyways aren't you?" a nervous giggle left you
the clip began playing and it started off with you and jeremiah sitting around the firepit laughing at something that happened earlier
one of the producers were heard calling your name and you got up, walking over to them
you looked nervous as the woman held her phone and had a serious face. to be honest you were fully expecting for her to tell you they were kicking you off the show, for what, you had no idea
but then she sighed and spoke "we got the results for the race. kimi had a dnf."
you sighed dramatically "oh my god i totally thought you guys were kicking me off."
then as the words set in you threw your back "wait kimi crashed?" the woman nodded and you crossed your arms and pouted
"noooo. i'm actually going emo for the rest of the night."
the clip then cut to you walking into the dressing room and changing into sweats and a sweatshirt
none of the islanders knew what was happening, and no producer stopped you. as you walked back out to the firewire you dragged your feet with your head down and the islander were genuinely concerned
until one of the producers whispered what and happened and everyone broke out into laughter
"it's not funny." you mumbled, trying to hide your smile
everyone was laughing at this point, production and camera crew included. hannah hugged you while still hysterical "all this for this some racing boy, really?"
"he's not just some racing boy. it's his first year and he's the youngest on the grid, this is a serious matter." you said huffing
the video ended and just as they were in the video, the rest of your islanders and the host were laughing. you included, as your shoulder moved from hard hard you were giggling while hiding your face
to be honest you forgot about the moment, and seeing it again showed you how dramatic it was
but that was the fun of the villa. the host gathered herself and continued the interview. when it came down to the last minute she turned back to you
"sooooo, final question. if kimi antonelli were to ask you out, what would you say?"
everyone around you gasped and oohed, but you buried your face in your hands again shaking your head
everyone around you gasped and oohed, but you buried your face in your hands again shaking your head
"i will not be answering that."
chelly grabbed you by the shoulder and smiled proudly "that means yes."
the host beams. "well you heard it here first! thank you to the cast of love island season seven for being here with us today, make sure you watch the new season to be caught up with all the drama."
"and y/n's journey with kimi antonelli. will he see this to and ask her out, follow us to stayed updated!"
the other islanders cheer and tease you as the camera pans out
you're laughing, hiding your face knowing that he was for sure going to see this
with how many fans you have, and your outward support for formula one, there was no way the video was not going to make it back to him
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yourusername: what a fun time L.A was! my family and i had a blast here and it was amazing to reconnect with my other islanders again
please go watch my interviews when they come out because i had to do like sixty. next stop mallorca!
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amayaelizabeth: ugh come back girly!
^yourusername: miss you my amaya papaya
belle-aanne: so good to see you pretty
yourusername: i'll have to come back to la more
user: THE KIMI INTERVIEW??
^user: I KNOW I WAS SCREAMING
^user: if they don't get together i'll riot
user: she's so la coded
^yourusername: omg i wish, i feel like i had imposter syndrome the whole i was there
georgerussell: carmenmundt is the island girl kimi has a crush on?
^carmenmundt: ayos míos! george mi amor everyone can see your comment you know
^georgerussell: well it's pretty obvious anyways
user: best islander from season 7
user: one of the only ones who will stay relevant
user: MY IDOL! you're the best girl!!
kimiantonelli: very nice!
^landonorris: really. that's all you have to say 😒
andreinasantos: we have to reunite again
^yourusername: yes for sure! i'm in my travel era
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kimiantonelli: "age shouldn't hold you back from going after what you want"
P1! MY FIRST WIN! thank you thank you, what a great weekend for the team and i am so proud of myself. thank you so much for the support, i hope to keep bringing this energy for the rest of the season.
now for summer break ✈️
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user: HOLD UP A MINUTE, I KNOW THAT PHRASE
^user: girl kimi is a y/n stan he confirmed it!
yoursername: congrats on your first win! the person who said that quote must be very very wise 😇
^kimiantonelli: and pretty too!
^user: BYE. YOU GUYS ARE NOT SUBTLE AT ALL
user: YALL SEEING THIS TOO?
user: they literally need to get together
georgerussell: very well done mate! your pace was phenomenal but I think your interviews were better 😉
^kimiantonelli: i don't want you to comment ever
^georgerussell: oh kimi kimi my man you're not living this down ever. hopefully you can bag her then!
user: the matching planes the captions....hmm either this is the start of their love story or their already dating
user: your honor, a new ship has been declared
user: WHY ARE MY WORLDS COLLIDING WTH
user: this is a little embarrassing kimi. just ask her out
^user: no no no no no you're being mean : (
^user: he's shy, cmon we know this
kimiantonelli has posted a story!
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yoursername: ah you're in mallorca!?
^kimiantonelli: i am! i know a certain someone is also here.... maybe we could meet up
^yourusername: yeah! my family and i are here for two months i'm sure you could visit us. we're staying in a private airbnb, my family wants to meet you too!
^kimiantonelli: oh perfect. i'm sure they will be as great as you are, and my sister has been dying to meet you
^yourusername: please don't tell me she's watched the show. that is not for little kids kimi :
^kimiantonelli: ay no no! she's seen your tiktoks. i'm the one who has seen the whole show. you're very funny, and i can't believe you've never had a boyfriend. hopefully that will change soon ;)
^yourusername: oh very smooth mr antonelli! let me know if you know or have someone in mind 🤍
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yourusername: where's my sally (seaman) tonight?? 🪩
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user: oh to be on an island with you
user: love island was actually the perfect show for you
^user: yeah but the men ruined it for her
kimiantonelli: see you soon :)
^yourusername:
^user: HUH??
^user: ARE WE SEEING THIS
user: oh we're so getting y/nkimi
^user: her first boyfriend post will be soon
yoursister: why are you lowkey aesthetic
yourusername: why are you lowkey annoying
janacraig: ugh you were made for being in the sun!
oliviawalker: so cute sweet girl!
tipalma: love to see the happiness
^yourusername: thank you all of you. you're so sweet
user: "browns my skin just right" YOURE SO GOLDEN
user: so how does it feel to live me dream
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yourusername: would i survive the zombie apocalypse
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kimiantonelli: yes i would make sure
^yoursername: i was hoping you would say that
yoursister: not with those damn surfing skills
^yourusername: get out of here IM TRYING
kendallwashington: hope yall are not being NAUSTY
^eahkateb: GET TFFFF OUT OF HER. do not infect her with with your shenanigans
user: the way the cast from this season and last interacts with her is so cute
user: she should've been in season 6
^user: agreed and i'll die on the that hill
nicvansteen: wow thanks for the invite
^yourusername: maybe next time olandria's boyfriend
^x_olandria: ohhh yup let him know girl!
user: KIMI AND Y/N? IS THAT ACTUALLY HIM
^user: considering i'm chronically online i know every single of that man and yes i can confirm that's him
^user: not everyyy inch though....
^yourusername: ok my babies let's go outside ok!
^user: i obeyed and am in outside in the sun rn
jeremiahbrown: good to see you happy lil sis
^yourusername: thank you jere <3
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kimiantonelli: i came here for loveee
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georgerussell: guess the holiday is really holidaying
olliebearman: finally you grew a pair
kordellbeckam: awesome caption!
^yourusername: STFU OMG ILY WTH
^serenapage: mama we love YOU our fave girl!!
user: where are the real words girl
user: y/n why are only using acronyms honey
^yourusername: wdym? idk 😕
^user: i'm actually dying you're so funny
user: THE CAPTION. I'M FLOORED
user: they literally just make sense i'm so happy
𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚
you and kimi are sitting on the balcony of the villa you're family is staying at
the two of you were sharing one bowl of fruit you keep passing back and forth as the sun was setting
your birthday was yesterday and his is today, only one day apart. it was almost like the universe did that on purpose purpose
he had on a white linen shirt, sleeves undone, and his hair messily curly from air drying
as for you, your hair was up in a pony, and had an oversized tshirt covering your suit
bare legs tucked underneath you, sunglasses perched on your head. your phones were somewhere inside left there on purpose
it was an intentional decision for it to be just you two, and nice to talk like normal teens
just two kids sitting and eating fruit while watching the sunset. something neither of you had done in a while
"kimi." you murmur, spearing a piece of mango with your fork and holding it up to his lips. he leans forward and bites harshly, showing his humorous side
he softly laugh. though you were still getting to know him, you found yourself feeling light whenever he was with you
and little did you know that he felt the exact way
for a moment he went silent, eyes lingering over your face. it was as if he was studying you, and memorizing your every facial move
"you look so pretty." he murmurs "the prettiest when your happy."
you blush, turning to smile at him"i am very happy kimi. it's peaceful here, there's no pressure from anyone or anything. you're not working and i'm not being filmed 24/7. it feels like we're just teenagers."
"we are." he nudges your shoulder lightly and you giggle slightly
then he stood up, watching him cross the balcony without any hesitation
he disappears inside for twenty seconds, maybe less, then comes back with two small gift bags
"i thought we said no presents." you laughed shyly, half nervous
he sits back down in front of you, knees touching yours this time. "i guess i lied."
you grin and tilted your head "actually. we lied. hold on." this time you were the one to shuffle inside
once you had what you needed you handed him a box.
"ok who first?"
he happily gestured to you. "birthday girl first, even if it's past."
you blush, opening the ribbon slowly, carefully and almost shy. which is not something you ever feel
but things were different with him. everything felt new and exciting. but warm
inside was a gold chain, thin with a a tiny race car and palm tree charm. one symbolizing you and one for him
"kimi." you breathe, holding back tears
"you said once on the show." his voice soft, eyes locked on your "that you had a charm bracelet when you were little bit lost it. so I thought this could be a nice starts for you."
"for us. can i put it on you?"
you nod, with teary eyes. sweeping your hair aside his fingers brush the back of your neck
he hooks the clasp carefully, feeling like it might break if he breathes too hard
but nothing breaks. not with him. your heart only softens, and opens up even more than you thought it ever could
you don't take your eyes off him as you place his gift in his lap. he opens it slower than you did
his eyes locked on you. inside is a photo frame
it's of the two of you on the beach from yesterday. you printed it this morning and slipped it into a frame you found at a local market nearby
at first glanced it looked like something simple. you him both sunkissed in the water
your arms were around him while he slightly lifted you up. both of you were smiling like you've known each other forever
kimi ran his thumb over the glass. but as he flipped it over there was much more
on the back was a map. there was a mark at all the spots and activities you and kimi had done over the month
but in the form of a race track
he looked up and you saw something in him noticeably changes
the boy's eyes softens and he stared in your eyes. the look you two shared, spoke a thousand words
he shifted his body closer, grabbing your hands"i have something else for you."
"yeah?" you shyly nodded and waited for him to continue speaking "i like you." he started off quietly
"not because of tv or the fame or media. but because when i watch you laugh and interact with my family i know you're someone i want to keep. these past two weeks with you have been the best of my life and i don't want to leave here without you knowing my feelings towards you."
your breath catches, neither of you noticing how your fingers are fully laced together
he continues, eyes never leaving yours "and from swimming with you in the mornings, you falling asleep on my shoulder during the boat rides, laughing from sallowing water while snorkeling. i keep replaying every moment you laughing at something i said, or the way you sing songs you don't know, or how you hold my arm when you're cold. and i realized something. i know don't want this to end when we leave mallorca."
you blink fast, trying not to ruin the moment with any tears
"¡ want more sunsets with you." he says. "more breakfasts. more seasons. i want you in my life not just on holiday."
"will you be my girlfriend?"
it doesn't even feel like a question. it feels like something that was always coming
a love story written in stone already
you lean forward putting your forehead against his
"yes." you whisper excitedly
his eyes close, his brain absorbing your confirmation to his request. you repeat it firmer this time, smiling through the tears falling down your cheeks
"yes of course kimi. i want that and i want you."
he exhales with relief so pure it steals your lungs. then he leans rapidly wraps his arms around you, tackling you on the chair
both of you are giggling, being the teenager you're meant to be
your lips meet as he leans down and at first it was passionate and desperate
but after a few seconds it settled into a few pecks that weird filled with joy and fun. your youth was evident
you pull away only when breathing becomes necessary and he rests his forehead on yours
a small giggle escapes you "well damn. if that was only the girlfriend speech I can't wait for the wife one."
kimi rode his eyebrows "i can get the one written up by tomorrow if you want."
nudging him softly you both laugh knowing he wasn't really joking
though being kimi antonelli's girlfriend felt like the most natural thing in the world. and you definitely hoped the wife title would follow later on in life
but for now, you were just two rowdy, giggly teenagers falling in love, for the first time
and all on an island. he are to make sure you got a better rerun of your love island experience, and he definitely stuck to his word
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
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yoursername: at the place my first and LAST boyfriend and i fell in love for our one year. i love you <3
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yoursister: FAVORITE COUPLE EVER
^kimiantonelli: oh wow you're actually being nice to us
^yoursister: i've had a little change of heart
user: still can't believe these two are the longest love island relationship out of season 7
user: girl kimi wasn't even on there
^user: he basically was though, especiallyy with how much y/n said his name
^user: yeah he's a honorary cast member
carmenmundt: so amazing being with you at races
^yourusername: you're literally my paddock bestie
kimiantonelli: my beautiful summer romance
^yourusername: LETSSSS MAKE LOVE IN THE SUMMERTIMEEEE
^kimiantonelli: i love beyonce but keep it pg baby ( but onlv on here..)
georgerussell: oh wrap it up you lovesick puppies
maxverstappen: cute i guess
user: max bro
user: the way that's him being happy tho
^user: hey thats him showing more emotion than ever
user: it's been a year already??? oh they grow so fast
^yourusername: times flies when your having fun 🥹
𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢
kimiantonelli: our own season of love island ( mallorca version) happy one year baby i love you
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yourusername: omg the last photo of me bro. but anyways i love you!
^kimiantonelli: no stop you look beautiful. i mean i would say other things but your sister is on here
^yoursister: GEE THANKS like i don't hear yall 🙄
beyonce: ❤️ much love to yall
^user oh i know y/n is going insane right now
^user: do not let her see this
^yourusername: SAY BEYONCEEEE! SAY BEYONCEEEEEE I LOVE YOU BEY
user: how does it feel to be second to beyonce, Kimi
^kimiantonelli: there is no beating so her so technically i am first if you think about it
^yourusername: baby i don't do much thinking
yoursister: DANGEROUSLYYYYY IN LOOOUUUVVE
^landonorris: that's what we could be ;)
^yoursister: just because we're the same age doesn't mean we need to get together. ONE f1 driver is plenty
^kimiantonelli: lando hit the road, y/n will not be happy
^yoursername: BRO TAKE THAT SOMEWHERE ELSE BC THIS POST IS SUPPOSED TO BE ABOUT ME AND MY POOKIE
^landonorris: oh my gosh fine. be selfish then
yourusername: my pookie 🥹 one year into forever!
^kimiantonelli: happy to be your first and last boyfriend
summary: after getting married very young you and lando get divorced after seven years of marriage. still flirtatiously communicating on social media, fans bring up cute moments that have you and lando rethinking your decision.
social media + texts
( i tried to do my best with the culture aspect of this, but pleaseee tell me if something is inaccurate or offensive. i do different readers as my best effort to be inclusive especially for those who don't get represented as much. hope you enjoy this! )
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
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yourusername: divorced, but still wifey material 💋🔓
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landonorris: oh and of course you’re wearing my favorite saree on you 🙄
^yourusername: last time you’ll be seeing me in it!!
^landonorris: i think i’ll miss seeing it on the ground more than seeing it on
^yourusername: ohhh take a hike norris 😒
user: MOTHER IS SERVING
user: the divorced glow is real and in full effect
user: oh I'm sick
user: never wanted this day to come
user: i didn't know think they were actually being serious with this
user: my world is collapsing as I'm typing this
^user: what are these weird drops of liquid pouring out of my eyes right now....what is this feeling
^user: no same. normally I'm not one to ever be parasocial or idolize celeb relationship but these two were so pefect. i think it's because they were together before land was even in f1
^user: THAT MAKES THIS EVEN WORSE
user: ok i know I'm supposed to be sad but she looks incredible
^yourusername: thank you!
𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬
landonorris: back on the market boyssss 🍾🏝️
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yourusername: this is NOT tuff lil bro
^landonorris: it’s not for you
^yourusername: ohhh soo true you’re righttt i forgot. apparently you’re for the boys 🏳️🌈
^landonorris: NO NO IM NOT. THAT’S NOT WHY WE GOT A FREAKING DIVORCE 😭
user: landoooo take this down 😡
^yourursername: agreed!
user: he looks happy but i can tell he’s sad
user: are you like an expert on lando norris expressions and body language or what….?
^user: yes i am. he’s hurting
^user: oh ok! uhmm my bad then 😇
user: y/n we know you commented that. give it up
user: how and WHY are they so jolly about this
𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩
formulaonegossip: it’s official! after a year of publicly discussing their journey with seperating, y/n and lando are now legally and completely divorced.
the first talks of ending their marriage began last year when they did an interview together addressing their relationship, casually announcing they were working on filing for divorce. now, the two have made posts both declaring they got it finalized. though they are done, the two seemed to be in high spirits and said it was a mutual decision they both wanted.
different from our normal announcements…..and while we don’t know the complete reason for the separation, we wish the two a happy life now apart! 🎉🤍
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yourusername: thank you doing your duty and reporting this very important matter 😇
^user: omg damn was it THAT bad?? 😭
user: i looked at their post and they were really waiting for this day it seems
^user: soooo unserious
^user: can’t tell if they hate each other or are still in love
user: she’s soooo beautiful holy
user: incredibly sad day for the unemployed 💔
^user: AND the employed. I DID call out of work because of this
user: we all knew this was coming but it doesn't hurt any less
user: genuinely what is the reason for this
user: DONT BREAK SOMETHING THATS FIXED
^user: mama i don't think that's how it goes but. get the vision
^user: no i get it.
^user: trust this is the worst decision of their lives
𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐟𝟏
deluluf1: new unseen pics from y/n and landos wedding seven years ago just dropped! i can’t believe they were only 18 here, we need them back. 🥺
i truly have a feeling they will find their way back to each other somehow. ITS NEVER OVER TIL ITS OVER
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user: hopefully this will lure them back to each other 🙏🏽
user: can they please stop playing around and get back together
^user: yeah like jokes over guys!
yourusername: girl HOW tf did you get these 😭
^deluluf1: sorry, a magician never reveals her secrets!
landonorris: i see where the delulu part comes from
^deluluf1: for your information this is called gut instincts and manifestation sir
user: UGH THEY WERE SOO CUTE
^user: they were literally perfect for each other
^user: i just want to talk to the person who let them go through with this. just a talk 😅😅😅
𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐬
paddockdivas: MOM AND DAD COME BACK NOW
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user: esty witch please do your magic that i paid you for
^user: omg ours need to come together and undo this damn divorce
^yourusername: AHAHA WHAT? ESTY WITCH?
^user: girl desperate times call for desperate measures
user: I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE
user: having withdrawls ☹️
user: ughhhh someone hand me a cigarette
landonorris: honestly we might have to run it back
user: OH HELLO? DID ANYONE ELSE SEE LANDOS COMMENT
^user ITS GONE WHAT DID HE SAY WHAT WAS IT
^paddockdivas: HE SAID “honestly we might to run it back” SOMEONE HELP ME
user: these two were the best couple in the world
^user: what happened?
^user : girl we’re never gonna know atp
user: mourning the best outfits in the paddock 💔
user: she truly was the best wag ever
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
yourusername: 26 is for being single and hot
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landonorris: hmmmmmhhh 😒
^yourusername: get OUT of my comments
^user: “divorced” btw
user: *duke dennis voice* NO. ITS. NOTTTTTT
user: they could never make me hate you, even though what you was doing wasn’t tasteful 💔
user: girl you’re glowinggg
user: try not to cry because you want lando and y/n back challenge!
^user: so level impossible :)
user: was going to ask if lando can fight but forgot i don’t need to anymore
^landonorris: OH BUT I CAN
user: LORD I GOT SOME THINGS I NEED TO SAYYYY
user: MY WIFE YALL
^user do NOT let lando hear you say that 😭
user: and the crowd…..lost their clothes 😱
^user: i could sense her aura from scrolls away
user: doing an entire essay on why she’s the greatest wag in history. i hope i get 100
^landonorris: if you don’t i’ll email your teacher
^yourusername: now lando really. no tea no shade to anyone but i hope you get an A!! 💕
user: the baddest of all time
user: face card is LETHALL HOLY
𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬
landonorris: happy birthday to the ex wife of all ex wives ( she made me post AND write this )
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yourusername: erm no the hell i didn’t. when he basically admits you’re the best>>>>
landonorris: in words of drake “best i ever had”
^yourusername: i’m the only one you’ve ever had 🙄
user: BRING HER BACKKKK
user: she's soooo pretty it hurts
user: crying, screaming, throwing up, sliding down the wall, rocking back and forth, wailing til i lose my voice, pulling my hair out, banging my fist on the ground
^landonorris: hello? are you ok
^user: no. and it's because of you
user: the greatest devastation of my life
^user: mourning them like they're my husband who died at war
user: boy we know you chose that caption yourself
user: he’s so bad at hiding he still loves her
^user: no they’re BOTHHHH shamelessly flirting
user: my mother
^landonorris: she’s no one’s mother ( yet )
^y/nnorris: KNOCK. IT. OFF
user: bro said “ex wife” and made it a joke like they haven’t spent the past 10 years together
^user: he’s so obviously in pain
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
yourusername: big 26 for this weirdo. i hope you know i still have that stupid ass coat. don’t get too drunk tonight 🙅🏽♀️🥂
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landonorris: REALLY? I POSTED NICE ONES OF YOU
^yourusername: THESE ARE NICE WDYM? it’s not my fault i’m photogenic, also i literally posted DOUBLE than what you did
^landonorris: whatever. guess i’ll accept it
user: these really show how long they’ve been together
^user: they truly grew up in love 🥺
user: i need them back together now. it's not even funny, and it never has been
user: Y/N AND LANDO QUIT THESE GAMES
user: if you can hear us please save us
user: wtf is he doing in that golf picture
^yourusername: he does it literally EVERYTIME he goes golfing, says it's the "only" way he can get the correct angle.
user: how come we've never seen ANY of these
^user: she's his wife....
^user: WAS. SHE WAS HIS WIFE. nvm it's too painful i'm living the delusion word with you. but yeah they've been together for 10 years, i'm sure she has many many more
user: the differences in their post, omg so cute. they are so perfect for each other
^user: she really got to see a different side of him
^user: i know she misses him bad
^user: oh they both are absolutely regretting their decision. i think their posts and comments show that very clearly
𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬
landonorris: horrible race and horrible result today. on lap 10 i crashed was not able to finish the race. this is not the way i hoped for this day to go and it’s been unfortunate the way things are playing out
honestly ready for the season to be over
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user: err lando i don’t think you can say that….
user: the divorce regret is showing
user: no y/n in the paddock = no good races
user: biggest lost of the year ( this isn’t about racing )
^user: yeah him and y/n divorcing was truly the worst thing that could’ve happened to him
user: YOU MISS YOUR WIFE JUST ADMIT IT
^user: pls omg. he needs to put us and himself out of misery and go win her back
user: no comment from our queen 💔
user: damn, it’s really over guys
user: so is now appropriate to ask if HE’s the one who's okay?
^user: lowkey no but you did anyways so 🙃
user: dude you have two races left pls pull through
user: there’s no racing career without y/n
user: he knows it doesn’t have to be this way right? like baby you’re the one who got divorced but still flirt with her and you both posted each other. GET AFTER THAT
^landonorris: read me for filth geez
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐚
chaoticpittea: today marks the day of what would’ve and SHOULD’VE been y/n and lando’s 11 year anniversary. i can’t take this anymore
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user: oh stop this madness
user: you WILL begin to cough in 2 days
user: WHATWASTHEREASON? what was the reason
user: this fandom is a prison omg
user: don’t do this to me
user: hi so posting this was actually optional btw 😇
^user: i can’t breathe
user: dude. not this right now please
user: oh they were in LOVE LOVEE
user: i’m a child of their divorce they don’t know about
user: WE WERE ROOTING FOR YOU WE WERE ALL ROOTING FOR YOU
user: “WHY? WHY DID YOU THROW IT ALL AWAY”
user: 10 years and for what
user: crying because she’s been with him since before he even got into f1
user: the interview of his rookie year where he reveals he’s married still gets my every single time
𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
yourusername: called the city of love for a reason 💐
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user: mama what is this cryptic caption
^landonorris: you’ll find out soon
yourusername: landooooo go somewhere else 😤
user: the dress. the hair. the makeup. everything really
^user: how many words in devoured
^user: ATEEEE
user: i’m surpressing a crazy ass scream bro
user: so so fine and for WHATTT
user: how the hell is she single bro
^user: probably not for long
^user: hi lando i know it’s you on your burner
landonorris: uhm no, i say things with my chest 😒
user: if I say what i’m thinking i’ll be banned
user: HOTTEST WOMAN ALIVE
user: so no one is gonna mention how BOTH lando and y/n are in paris? at. the. same. time.
^user: I SAW THAT
^user: please let this be what i think it means
landonorris has post a story!
𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬
georgerussell: i knew your happiness about the divorce was too good to be true
^landonorris: yeah gotta be honest I don’t know why we went through with it in the first place
alexalbon: yay now you can stop sulking
^landonorris: i’ve not been sulking….
alexalbon: yeah ok. me when i’m in a delusional state
user: ARE YOU IN PARIS??
user: her face card is actually insane
user: i knew this day would come
landonorris: so you’re saying you’re a psychic, will i win wdc this year??
^user: no.
landonorris: ok i don’t like this game anymore 😕
yourusername has posted a story!
𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬
landonorris: this is a very bold post my love
^yourusername: omg says you 😒
carlossainz: i am going to unfollow you, i do not want my eyes burning when instagram is supposed to be fun
yourusername: sorryyyy carlito 💔
carlossainz: maybe i’ll let it slide because i know how much you two love and miss each other ;)
user: MOM AND DAD BACK TOGETHER??
user: girl. how could you let this go to begin with
user: thank you for the new lockscreen 😇
yourusername: my pleasure!
𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬
landonorris: i was being serious when i said we might have to run it back.
as you know y/n and i got divorced a few months ago, and though we thought it was the right decision at the time we QUICKLY realized it wasn’t. this girl has been by my side through every race in my f1 career and the years way before that. she is truly my number one fan and her not being there actually made me want to quit the altogether ( don’t let mclaren, legal or my pr team see this )
but truly she is the most importantly and valuable thing and person in my life and to call this woman my wife for the past seven years has been an honor and something i clearly took for granted. as of now we are dating but JUST KNOW the divorce papers are being ripped up as i’m typing this
i love you y/n. here’s to loving each other for eleven years and manymanymanymanymanymany more 😊
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user: WARRRRR ISSSSS OVERRRR
user: CURRENTLY KISSING THE GROUND
user: lando thank you for not being stupid anymore
^user i was about to punch him
user: literally like holy you know you still love her
user: Y/NLANDO DEFENDER TIL I DIE
^user: they’re truly a couple worth fighting for
user: ascending with happiness
user: perfect timing! living will be easy again
user: wait the way his post matches her aesthetic and her post matches his. that’s my endgame right there
^user: awww stop i just noticed that too
user: they just make sense together
^user: i’m so happy they’re back together because i truly couldn’t imagine them with anyone else
^user: it would be on sight if lando ever brought someone else in the paddock
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
yourusername: lando lando lando. after knowing you for fifteen years, being together for ten and married for seven i know you’re the only person for me
we stupidly let our love go thinking we had gotten married to young and maybe needed other people. but we couldn’t even last a few months apart, and in that time we actually never lost communication. so though we were and still are legally separated, our hearts are still bound to each other and i will never be able to be without you ever again
he is the best decision i’ve ever made and after seeing all the fanpages and edits ( i’ve seen every single one ) we realized we threw ten years away for nothing
so twenty six is not for being single but i am still hot! as of right now we’re just dating, but JUST KNOW a wedding post will be here in the future
i love you lando, and it’ll truly be forever
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user: oh thank GOODNESS. OMGGGG
^user: i was going crazy
user: don’t ever do that again
user: WOO! it was all just a joke guys!!! 😅
user: yay i can be insufferable about you two again
user: i’ll be sending you my therapy
yourusername: and i’ll be sending it to lando 😊
user: I KNEW IT WASN’T GOING TO LAST
^user: in the words of beyonce, FIND YOUR WAY BACK
^user: we lured them back in love!!
deluluf1: i told you my manifest would work
^yourusername: and it did, thank you sweetheart <3
^landonorris: ok but you’re still delusional
^deluluf1: bro duh! hence the name 🙄
user: yeah these two belting together
^user: both of them saying “just know” is so cute
𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬 + 𝐲/𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬
landonorris + y/nnorris: since you guys keep bringing up our wedding we had to take some new photos
we were overdue for another wedding anyways. we’re happy to be married again and we’re NEVER DOING THAT DIVORCE TOMFOOLERY AGAIN!!!
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user: y/n be honest how many looks did you have
^y/nnorris: truly i think it’s too many to count. all i know is diva lando had the same amount as me
user: so he’s….not…..gay….? 😖
landonorris: I NEVER WAS.
user: i don’t like that tone mr
landonorris: omg fine. happy now 💅🏽
user: THIS IS EVERYTHING AND MORE
user: my royal weddingggg
alexalbon: the concept of you getting divorced just to get back together 🖐🏽🧑🏽🦲
landonorris: OK ENOUGH
y/nnorris: thank you mr eynthia erivo!
lewishamilton: the way you’ve been divorced, married and REMARRIED all before me is insane
^landonorris: AND i’m 14 years younger than you 😇
^y/nnorris: lando norris stop it. you’ll find your person lewis, thank you for attending the wedding!
carlossainz: ugh you two are so dramatic ( very happy )
^y/nnorris: love you carlito 🤍
oscarpiastri: glad you to made it back to each other, it was the most beautiful wedding i’ve ever been too
^y/norris: thank you oscar, you looked great!
^landonorris: not too much now 😒
f1: the cameras are ready for your paddock fits again
mclaren: you’re married again YAY! now lock in 😡
user: CAN I GET A THANK YOU THANK YOUUUU
^user: BEST DAY OF MY ENTIRE LIFE
user: AY AY AY! i know this wedding was crazyyy af
user: hmmm it’s giving “fall in love again and again”
summary: after two years max breaks up with you out of the blue. doing so in the worst way possible, leaves you confused and to pick up the broken pieces of yourself. in the end you get the last word, or words.
texts + social media + real life
( warnings: language, manipulation, unhealthy power dynamic. max acts horrible in this. hella mentions of y/n, but no looks specified )
𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐱
maxverstappen has post a new story
yourusername has posted a new story
𝐟𝟏𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬
f1coupleupdates: well, the news we were not ever expecting has just hit instagram
confirmed by max verstappen and y/n, the two have broken up today after being together for two years. both made posts on their instagram story just a few minutes apart, sharing the news of their departure towards each other
other than what was said in the posts we have no other information about what happened between them. what do you all think about this very shocking news?
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user: i literally dropped to my knees
user: genuinely cannot believe this
user: posts of literal despair and agony this evening 💔
user: for my mental health the stories were ai
^user: someone hacked them
^user: yes. i’m going with this storyline because no
user: i am NOT buying it was a mutual decision. the way y/n said this “sensitive topic” should’ve been handled privately obviously means max fucked her over in some way. i hope we find out what happened because he definitely did her wrong
^user: totally second this. no way their responses are that different if they both equally wanted to be done
user: frick my fricking chungus life!
user: worst friday night i’ve ever experienced
^user: i need an olivia pope sized glass of wine rn
^user: i’ll bring the popcorn 😪
user: NOOOOOO. his post is such man post tho
^user: like max. we all knowww you’re the one who decided, you can give up the nice guy act now…
user: THEY WERE SUPPOSED TO BE ENDGAME
^user: what am i supposed to do with my life now that my favorite won’t be in the paddock anymore
^user: i’m being so serious, i’m not watching anymore
𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞
for you the world had stopped spinning
ever since last week, when he ignored that first texts of yours you knew it was over
but only in your stomach and heart. your brain didn’t want to believe it
you couldn’t fathom how he could do something so cold hearted to you. how he could simply wipe away all your memories together
all the night tangled up in each other, the stupid inside jokes you had, the days you’d bask in the warmth of the sunlight with him because he said he loves the way your skin shines underneath the hot rays
after making the insta post you don’t remember dropping your phone
one second it’s in your hand as you type away, a thing you didn’t even want to post
the next it’s laying next to you while tears flowing from your sobbing broken form. his texts were enough to crack anyone’s soul
and it just so happened it be yours.
you didn’t understand how your relationship went from kissing at dinner to seven days of no calls and unread texts
to now somehow being forced to move out tomorrow, and needing to sign and nda
those seven days you spent convincing yourself that max was just stressed, overwhelmed or busy
that it wasn’t personal. it wasn’t you, that it couldn’t be you or your relationship
and yet here you are
sitting on the floor of what was once your shared apartment with him, your back pressed to the couch, knees pulled to your chest, shaking so hard your muscles ache from the tension
honestly it ward hard decide what hurt more. the way he did it or the face he didn’t even bother to look you in the eyes to do it
as you sobbed with a spiraling mind your phone buzzed again. and again. and again
at first you think it’s him. which in your broken and desperate mind you think maybe he regrets it
that he’s calling to say it was a mistake. maybe he didn’t mean it. maybe
no. you had to push those thoughts away because it wasn’t him
it’s everyone else. the whole world. who learned at the same time as you, and you didn’t even get a choice in it
not in what happened, the way it did, or when it was announced
but one text caught your eye.
it was kika
kiks: hey hon, flavy and i just saw the posts, we’re going to be there in five minutes ok. i know this is hard, but we’ll support you 💕
as you read it you wiped your cheeks, smearing tears that wouldn’t seem to stop falling
you want to reply, truly but your fingers couldn’t even grip your phone tight enough
without trying to you stare at max’s thi bfs around the apartment
you’re suddenly noticing all the things he took little by little without telling you. clothes, a few trophies, his toothbrush, the watch box he kept beside the bed
he must’ve been planning this. for days. maybe weeks
and he didn’t say a word until he was ready. ready for everyone to know
including you. he didn’t care about your feelings. it honestly made you cry harder
the knock on the door startles you so badly it sent a new wave of panic straight through your body
forgetting it was your friends you take a breath, pulling yourself upright with shaking arms. “it’s us.” flavy calls through the door voice soft but you could hear the nerves. “please open up, honey.”
your legs barely work as you feel like you drag your body over
when you pull the door open, flavy doesn’t even hesitate she wraps her arms tightly around you and you collapse into her immediately
clinging to her like she’s the only thing keeping you standing, kika is right behind her
both already have glassy eyes. they shut the door behind them gently, carrying you back over to the couch
hearing your sobs that in a way managed to get louder and more heartbreaking, the girls held you tightly sharing a look
they had no idea what happened, only that your posts and max’s seemed to contradict themselves
“oh, sweet girl.” kika whispered reaching out to brush hair from your damp cheeks
you try to say something, anything, but all that comes out is a shattered sob. flavy tightens her hold, swaying you slightly, rubbing slow circles on your back
“we’ve got you.” she murmured softly in a comforting tone. “you’re not alone.”
after what seemed like an hour you finally had calmed down to only silent crying. the two girls guided you to your bed
“do you want to talk about it?” flavy asks softly, though you can see the anger and protectiveness in her eyes
you take a shaky breath not even sure if you’re ready to relive this still bleeding wound “he…he texted me, after ignoring me for a week. all he said was he was sorry at first.” you managed to get through it, voice cracking and barely above a whisper. “and right as he was telling me he went and posted the story at the same time. we did not even agree. i had no choice. god and the things he said to me, makes me question if he ever really loved me. i don’t understand how he’s able to do this so easily.”
kika’s jaw clenches, trying to hide her disgust. she laid next to you on your other side, taking your hand gently so she didn’t overwhelm you
“what exactly did he say?”
you swallow hard, tears starting again. “he said..” this time you couldn’t it back, the texts were burned in your brain at this rate
“he said there’s nothing i can do stop it,be he can’t give me the love i deserve apparently. then he said i’m better off without him and that movers are coming at 8am and i have to move out.”
flavy felt her body freeze. for a moment her and kika both went completely, utterly still
they could not believe what they were hearing. you and max seemed like the perfect couple and never never argued or had any issues with each other
but what they didn’t know if that you couldn’t really go against him
max wasn’t abusive or toxic, but he was quietly manipulative. in such a sneaky way you didn’t even realize
the girls inhaled sharply, their composure cracking just slightly. “he said that?”
you nod, covering your face with your hands. “yes. and the worst part is we were fine. i don’t understand. he just left last week and i thought, i thought maybe he was stressed and busy with work or—” you cut yourself off
“i don’t even know what i thought, but i didn’t think he would just,” you paused as your voice cracked “i didn’t think he’d throw everything away like this.”
“and he said he’s sending me an nda that i need to sign otherwise he’s basically gonna sue me. and i didn’t even get a reason just that i’m better off without him. what did i do wrong, how did it get to this point?”
at those words kika squeezed your hand tightly, reassuring you she was there was you
flavy listened intently, her own eyes shining with tears of sympathy and fury. “you didn’t do anything wrong. none of this is on you.”
“he didn’t even come home.” you whisper. “i can’t help but think he was….maybe he was with someone else? is that why he couldn’t look at me? why he doesn’t want me?”
“absolutely not.” the girls huffed shaking their head firmly don’t you dare put that on yourself. he’s the one who did something wrong and is hiding. he’s the one who chose to run away.”
you feel yourself break again at that word coward. because it’s exactly what he is
the way he disappeared, how he went silent, the way he made it seem like it was something he’d been waiting to do this
kika pulls you into her chest this time, letting you cry against her shoulder while flavy strokes your hair
“i loved him. i really thought, i thought he loved me too.” you choke out in a hyperventilating way “i found a ring.”
“you what?”
breathing heavy you make eye contact with them “he would always say he was hoping to marry me, and two weeks ago I found a box with a ring in it. my exact one i described to you guys.”
gazing at each other they furrowed their eyebrows “how did he know that? we didn’t tell him.”
“no i know i know. i just saying how is he going to get me that and then leave me like this. with a stupid nda.” you sobbed throwing your head back
“honey you are the sweetest, most genuine and kindhearted person to ever exsist. you are lovable and capable of anything.” flavy insists with a firm but caring tone
following, kika sighed softly “he’s the one who doesn’t have much going for him after this. he couldn’t keep up with how amazing you are, that’s on him.”
brushing the tears from your cheek, they whispered “we’re here for you. for as long as you need. you don’t have to be strong right now.”
you want to believe it but you shake your head as you’re not ready, not yet
“what if i never get over this?” you whisper and flavy cups your face gently, forcing you to look into her warm, steady eyes. “you will.” she says softly. “and we’ll be here every step of the way.”
kika leans her head against yours, grounding you. “don’t let him take your power ok beautiful.”
“ok.” you whispered brokenly with a frown. it was hard for you to believe their words. but, you knew deep down it was true. you were going to get over this
if he thought he won, he had no idea what you were capable of
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
yourusername: a good start to passing time as i have decided i will be stepping away from social media. i will no longer be posting, and i don’t know when i’ll be back but i need to do this step for me.
as you know things in my personal life have been shaken up and i need this for my overall health. 🤍
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COMMENTS HAVE BEEN TURNED OFF
𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑
maxverstappen1: very excited to announced a new life will be brought to this world soon. ❤️
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f1: congratulations to you both! 🎉
user: awwww so exciting! 
user: will never get over how quick these two go together after him and y/n broke up
user: SIGHHH. i can’t stand these two
^user: yeah me too, but hopefully they will be better as parents
user: him and y/n announcing things on the same day..
^user: WHAT? WHAT DID SHE POST
^user: go check her page
user: omg poor y/n
^user: more like poor max. she just blew up his whole life and probably ended his career with her post
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
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yourusername: after not being on social media and staying silent, my NDA is finally up after 5 years
during these past years of not being able to verbally express what happened with a certain part of my life, i wrote it all down. i wrote down everything single thought i had about this person, every memory, what i wish i’d done differently, how i want to move forward, how i did move forward. i wrote day and night sometimes staying up all night because I couldn’t clear my mind of this person. i wrote when i was angry, scared, confused, broken, depressed, remorseful, guilty, excited, hopeful embarrassed, confident, content and inspired. i wrote filling journal after journal, sealing letters and i wrote until i couldn’t anymore.
all my emotions + everything i experienced in this letters, poems, stories, memories, and entries are now in my new book.
“Easiest Way Out” touches on the entirety of my silence and time away after my public relationship & breakup. this is for the people who will never get the answers they want or deserve, and i wrote this because i am included in that group of people.
It is out now in your local and big bookstores, as well as on every online reading service. thank you. 💕
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flavybarla: my girl! i am so so proud of you, i’ve literally been waiting for this day to come. i love you <3
^yourusername: i knoww you have been waiting, i know! thank you so much for being my literal life support. i love you so so much girl 🤍
^kikagomes: awww there are genuine tears in my eyes right now. from sitting with you sobbing, to now watching you release your first book. your power was not stolen 🥺
^yourusername: stoppp it! i think about you saying that every single day, you inspire me so much. i love you, thank you for being one of my closest friends
danielriccardo: so happy people finally get to read this masterpiece of yours
^yourusername: your support means the world dan 💕
user: holy shit.
^user: there’s no way he’s not freaking out rn
user: YOU HAD TO SIGN AN NDA. WTFFF? FOR WHAT AND WHO MADE YOU DO THAT
^yourusername: hi yes, unfortunately i’m still not legally allowed to release what was in it or who served it to me, but i am able to say i signed one!
user: the first post back being an announcement of her book that is basically exposing max is toooo real
^user: i meannn if he was a bad boyfriend then yes!
^user: this is very much iconic behavior
user: max max max. i’m shaking my head at him
^user: is it bad to say i always kind of got controlling bad boyfriend vibes from him
user: oh not at all, i got those too
^user: i mean he literally admitted in an interview that y/n doesn’t work because he provides for her, and that is was HIS desire for that decision. very controlling
landonorris: can’t wait to give all the guys this book, especially max. you played the long game and won 🍾
^yourusername: thank you lando. honestly I hope he doesn’t read it as he already knows what I said to him and what I wanted to. that’s why he left so quick. but i’m happy i now get to shared what i couldn’t before <3
user: lando i hope you’re quaking in your boots rn
^user: if i am, he HAS to be
user: he broke, she up
^yourbsf: this is so stupid but true 😭
user: the songs about him are going to actually going to go platinum in my household
user: grammy winning artist for a reason fr
user: will i survive idkkkk
user: THE SELLOUT BELT???
user: what i would give to party with the f1 wags
oscarpiastri: too pretty to be sad over him 🧡
^user: GIRL HE WANTS YOU
^user: for a second time?? oh get on this
𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
yourusername: my new single and mv for “girls don’t cheat” ft. lewis hamilton is out now
also thank you to mystery man for wanting to be apart of this spur of the moment project :)
tagged: lewishamilton
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user: LET HIM GET UP OMG
user: this will be on repeat for the next hour
user: holy crap holy crap holy crap. HOLY. CRAP
user: i knew we were getting new music when i saw the post of her in the studio
user: how she got cheated on is actually baffling
^user: yeah there’s no hope for me then
lewishamilton: always a pleasure making music and to be doing it with you is an honor. but i would also love to know who this mystery man is……
^yourusername: time will tell and reveal all 🙏🏽
user: the way lewis doesn’t even know who the man is the music video is, has me putting theories together
^user: same……yall thinking what i’m thinking
^user: if it’s the other papaya boy, then yes
^user: probably. he’s commented twice on her stuff and he’s never done that before
user: the colors. YOUR MIND OMG
^user: when i noticed the orange and green and i actually screamed
kikagomes: YES TAKE HIS WHOLE BRAND
^yourusername: maybe more than his brand too ;)
oscarpiastri: love the music video ⭐️
^yourusername: happy you watched it 🧡
user: GUYS??? ARE WE SEEING THIS
^user: oh baby she is winningggg the idgaf war
^yourbsf: can someone send me the twitter theory’s, it’s funny reading when I know what’s going on 😇
landonorris: reallll mature
^user: girl. WHY ISNT HE BLOCKED
^yourusername: so he can stay mad 😘
𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
yourusername: first night of the tour was a successs!
yall showed up and showed out, thank you to all the fans for coming, my f1 and real family for supporting me throughout everything and being there.
and huge shout out to my boy for being so so loving and encouraging. you truly are a man and sometime i feel like you’re not real because of how perfect you are. i love you
because of him i’ve written a song and he told me to release it. sooooo my new song “tears” IS OUT NOW!
SEE YOU TOMORROW FOR N2!
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user: oh hollllllll awnnnnnnn
user: YOUR BOY?
user: this better be who i think it is
user: well we know she’s not talking about lando 💀
^user: i will never get over how it got leaked that he made her pay for their dates
^user: me neither, like you’re millionaire dude
georgerussell: you always amaze me, good work!
^carmenmundt: the way you were singing and dancing scared me a little
^yourusername: HAHAA OMG I SAW YOU TOO. i was not aware you were so invested in my music
^georgerussell: of course i am, i picked your side in the divorce remember?
user: bro. george don’t bring that up
^user: he has to make sure we know where he stands
carlossainz: what a pleasure to be there
maxverstappen: very proud of you
isackhadjar: i actually think my life has been changed
user: the way all the drivers except oscar and lando were there is crazy to me
^user: WHAT? oscar wasn’t there?
oscarpiastri: why are people saying I wasn’t there?
^yourusername: because they couldn’t see you
^oscarpiastri: ahh yes. they don’t know about my vip adventures. you’re unreal ❤️
^user: AM I SUPPOSED TO IGNORE THIS HELLO?
user: this song actually has me floored
user: whoever this song is about better be the hottest man alive, cause this is a very crazy song for a MAN
𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢
oscarpiastri: “ why’re my clothes still on?”
she’s gonna be so mad i posted this but sorry my love I can’t keep you a secret any longer. happy six months my beautiful shining star
get ready for her paddock outfits again because i need to show her off. you really are the muses of all muses.
tagged: yourusername i love you
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user: I KNEW ITTTTT
user: they’ve been dating for six months 🤯
^user: i was getting there but i was not at all expecting them to be dating for them long
user: TEARS IS ABOUT OSCAR??? WTF
user: “a little respect for women can you get very very far”
yourusername: ugh you’re so sexy i can’t even be mad
^oscarpiastri: you’re saying i’m sexy? i gotta show you i love you more.
^yourusername: omg boy i didn’t think you could show it anymore. and the caption, IVE TAUGHT YOU WELL
pierregasly: was not expecting this
^kikagomes: babe i literally hinted at it many times
charlesleclerc: happy for you two ( alex told me three months ago )
^yourusername: of course she did ( i told her to )
alexalbon: new mom and dad yay!
^oscarpiastri: we’re both younger than you??
yourbsf: NOW THIS IS A MAN!! HE KNOWS HOW TO APPRECIATE AND LOVE A WOMAN
^yourusername: RIGHT! ily
user: the hat in the 1st pic has me knees weak
user: i actually can’t believe this
user: shocked can’t even compare to what i feel rn
𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
yourusername: “tears run down my thighs”
oh oscar. guys when i tell you this man is sooo obsessed with me, i love it and i love him. happy six months. thank you so showing me what REAL love is already. also that DAMN balaclava 🧎🏽♀️➡️
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oscarpiastri: you and the freaking balaclava
^yourusername: I CANT HELP YOU LOOK SEXY IN IT
user: i wanna say get up but like I GET IT
user: no he’s sooooo hot
user: i love when hot people date hot people
user: tears being written about this guy who’s like a real life golden retriever is actually mind boggling to me
^yourusername: girl. you have no idea who he really is. this man is downright BADDD
lewishamilton: you two are so in love it’s a little annoying 🤍
kimiantonelli: happy to have you in the paddock again
isackhadgar: MY PARENTSSSS
^oscarpiastri: ok this one i’ll accept
lilymhe: SO HAPPY EVERYONE KNOWS NOW!!!
yourusername: omg oscar was literally knawing at the bars of his enclosure to make a post
user: where tf are their pr managers? 😭
user: right? or admin even
^mclaren: they’re adults ( we’ve tried and have given up 💔 )
𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫
𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢+𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞
oscarpiastri + yourusername: everybody say heyyyy mr and mrs piastri!!
to oscar: you are so amazing at everything you to do, with f1, to cooking, and loving me. your laugh is contagious and i can’t believe I’d get to spend the rest of my life with such a respectful, romantic, and responsible guy 😉 thank you for giving me real love, i don’t know what i did to deserve you. — love y/n
to you: loving you has been the best two and a half years of my live. you’re so inspiring, with your music, kindness and dedicated attitude towards everything. i’m so happy i get to treat you the way you’re supposed to be treated, and you can show me how to have fun with living life. here’s to forever. — love oscar
thank you to everyone who came to celebrate a wonderful day of our love with us. 🤍
summary: after witnessing a crash, you can't help but check in on your ex, which leads to reminiscing on your past relation
real life | 3.4k words
( second pov, no use of y/n, and no looks specified )
you really hadn’t meant to turn the tv on
for hours you had been cleaning your apartment from top to bottom, tidying everything as one does on a usual sunday
but you also knew the other usual thing people did on sundays. you weren't oblivious. it was something you had went to for five years of your life
no matter how hard you tried to push away the desire to turn it on the tv, your brain and body weren't on the same page
your thumb hesitated on the remote, hovering over the channel you told yourself not to check anymore. but formula one was such a huge part of your life you couldn't forget it
you told yourself you’d stopped caring. as watching would only open the part of you that still softened at the sound of his voice
but you also knew this was his home race and how important the monaco circuit was to win. there was this small, stubborn part of you that just wanted to make sure he was okay
so, like always you gave in and turn the tv on
the channel replaced the silence and your ears were immediately filled with the sound of commentators announcing lap numbers and pit strategies
for a while, it was easy to pretend it didn’t mean anything. you didn't even find yourself smiling when you heard his name
it was just meaningless watching from a habit that you couldn't seem to break
so you moved around your apartment, half listening while you wiped down shelves and folded laundry. you didn’t even realize the way your hands had stilled when the tone of the commentators shifted
the sudden pitch of panic in their voices made your heart stop as the worst you hated to hear most, left their mouths
“oh and we’ve got a huge crash, charles leclerc has gone off into the barriers!”
you stood there and it felt like the world froze. the towel in your hand slipping to the floor as your heart felt like it stopped
eyes stayed fixed on the tv screen, scanning of wreckage, the smoke and the broken car
your chest tightened in such a way it felt like it couldn’t expand enough for you to even breathe
for a moment, all you could do was whisper to yourself hoping the words alone could protect him
without even trying to, your mind brought you to the memory of every race you’d ever watched by his side. the way he’d look for you after crossing the finish line everytime. no matter how the race went
when he smile at you like you were the only person who exsisted in the world
but now, with him not answering his radio, and the idea of him not walking away made your whole body ache
when they finally showed him being pulled from the car, alive your eyes filled with tears so fast you couldn’t stop them from falling
relief had hit so hard it almost knocked you down
you sank onto the couch, hand over your mouth. he was okay. thank god he was okay
for you hours you stayed motionless on your couch until the race was over
the hours began to blur together as you sat there with your phone in hand, refreshing for updates or just anything in him
but all you could find were statements about the crash, saying he was being taken to the hospital
however. as hours passed and the sky had turned dark the headline you’d been wishing and waiting for finally appeared on your screen
charles leclerc has been released from hospital, healthy and conscious following heavy crash
to be honest, you didn’t know what you were doing here or why. you hadn’t seen him in a year
after the breakup between you and charles neither of you had exchanged any texts, calls or social media interactions
though it wasn’t out of anger for distaste for each other. it was quite the opposite actually
some would argue it was a fast decision but the truth was you and charles were silently and emotionally drifting apart from each other, long before anything happened
when it was time, you both agreed it was for the best and no hard feelings were there
the no contact may stem from the fact that there wasn’t a huge horrible reason for the breakup, like infidelity or anything
you both wanted to stayed together but deep down you knew it wouldn’t work out in the end, career wise
because it had been such polite breakup you still respect and honor towards him. and the thought of him alone and hurting was unbearable
so before you knew it you were in your kitchen again, pulling things from the pantry like your and his favorite shared snacks
you moved automatically like your body had never forgotten the way you used to take care of him
you hadn’t even texted him to warn you were coming because you didn’t know if he’d want to see you, but deep down you knew the truth
your hands trembled as you stood outside the apartment you hadn’t been to since that night
the night you and him said goodbye and he’d kissed your forehead whispering dans une autre vie ( in another life ) against your skin
never did you think you’d be here again
for a second all you could was stand, uncertain if this was the right decision. but your knuckles hit the door before your brain processed the action
and there was no answer
you tried again louder this time. but still, all you were met with was silence, which saddened you
the light was on, you knew he was home. sighing softly, you pressed your forehead to the door. maybe this was a mistake, maybe he didn’t want to see you
but for some reason, you still didn’t leave.
raising your hand to knock once more, softer this time, you said something as well
it was barely above a whisper, but it was there. and it was something to let him know it was you at the door, not just anyone
“bambi. it’s me.”
for the first time in a year that nickname only you two knew left your mouth, and hit his ears
on the other side of the door charles froze
ever since he’d gotten home he’d been sitting on the couch, head resting in his hands, replaying the crash over and over
his body ached, and the world was spinning. he hadn’t answered the first two knocks because he assumed it was a neighbor, or a delivery
but that name, your name for him, made everything in time and in him stand completely still
there was only one person in the world who had ever called him that
once he had fully processed he stood up almost too fast, heart slamming into his ribs. he didn’t even think crossing the room, he just headed directly to the door
the second he saw you, charles’ face softened and his eyes searched yours
“i haven’t heard that name in a long time.” he said quietly, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth. “you’re still the only one who ever called me that.”
you felt something flutter inside you at the real sight of him. his voice still had that warmness to it
“yeah.” you whispered, fingers fidgeting with the strap of your bag. “guess some habits don’t die.”
an awkward silence grew between you as you stood in the doorway, staring at each other. but it wasn’t cold, the looks were full of things left unsaid. truly a year’s worth of words between two people who had once known everything about each other
he finally stepped aside, his voice barely above a murmur. “do you want to come in?”
you nodded sheepishly stepping past him into the apartment. the same candles you used to light after race weekends were lit and lined up along the counter
charles closed the door behind you, turning to face you with an unreadable expression. “why are you here?”
his tone wasn’t accusing or rude but quiet. like he trying trying to hold in all his emotions
you looked down at your hands, taking a moment to gather your thoughts, then looked back up at him. “i wanted to make sure you were okay.”
he frowned slowly shaking his head, giving you a reaction you hadn’t completely expected “we haven’t talked in a year, and i’ve had crashes before.”
realizing he was right you stayed silent for a few moments. but then you met his gaze, giving him, a reaction he hadn’t expected “i still care for you char.”
your voice was quiet as you set down the basket of goodie on the counter
the man didn’t respond as he watched you, knowing you had more to say. so her let you
“i can’t just erase five years of loving you. i know how important this race is to you no matter how many times you do it, and for you to crash especially that bad. i know you’re hurting charles. but also.” you paused, letting out a deep sigh “that was a huge crash and one of the worst ones ive ever seen. to not hear you answer your radio and see you being carried out looking so limp scared me. i felt it, right then, and the thought of losing you and having to feel that forever….”
your voice cracked at the end as you trailed off “i can’t handle losing you.”
he stood across from you frozen, speaking carefully. “you….you still care that much?”
you frowned faintly, shrugging your shoulders in an attempt to brush off the tears gathering “of course i still care. i always will.”
for a couple beats he didn’t say anything, only took in your words and appearance in front of him then
then he exhaled lightly “i was thinking of you the whole time. i hoped and wished with everything in me, you didn’t see that. i’m sorry you did anyways.”
after that comment you both moved toward the couch almost instinctively
he sat next to you, leaving a space between. he studied you with those gentle eyes that had always made you feel seen
“how are you, besides this.”
he hesitated speaking, not sure what to talk about but you shrugged. “it’s good, different. i work a lot, i travel sometimes.”
he hummed thoughtfully, eyes flicking down to his hands. “that sounds nice.”
“and you?” you asked glancing at him
a small smile appeared on his face, but it didn’t reach his eyes. that let you know it it was fake “it’s good too. a lot of racing, training, traveling all my the usual.”
“but it not the same.”
silence between you two grew again. you didn’t ask what he meant by that comment, you didn’t need to
though it was silent, it was softer this time. your fingers brushed the seam of the couch, and you both seemed to slip somewhere between the present and the past
drifting off into all the memories you and him shared during those five years
“do you remember.” a small laugh left him as he spoke lowly “when we got lost in milan that night?”
instantly covering your mouth, you tried to bite back a gasp “oh my, how could i forget? we were looking for that restaurant, and somehow ended up in the middle of a dance class.”
his face seemed to lighten up at the memory. “and you made me dance with you.”
“i didn’t make you.” you teased. “you wanted to and made me act like i pulled you into my shenanigans.” charles shook his head chuckling quietly “okay, maybe, but you were terrible at following my lead.”
the laughter lingered then charles looked at you for a long moment, his expression dropping inti something serious
“i miss you.”
he said it like a confession, not entirely expecting anything in return but he needed to let it out
“i miss the way we were.” he continued, his tone soft and sad “the dancing while cooking, when we’d stay up all night and talk outside, when you’d steal my hoodie and pretend it was yours. i miss us.”
your chest ached hearing those words “charles…”
part of you knew it was coming but it still didn’t make it any less unwanted. he leaned forward slightly, eyes full of something heavy. “i want us back.”
you shook your head gently, forcing a sigh past the feeling to hold your breath. “we can’t.”
“why not?”
“because we had our time. we didn’t waste our love, it was beautiful. but maybe it’s supposed to stay that way, with the was, in the past. i’m not the same person anymore. and i don’t think you are either.”
not being able to keep together he swallowed hard, looking away. “so what now?”
knowing yo unsure broke his heart all over again you frowned faintly. “i’ll sit with you.” you whispered
“we can pretend we’re the same us we used to be, for only a couple minutes.”
his eyes flicked back to yours “just a couple minutes.” he repeated
after seeing you nodded he reached for you silently, and you let him. his arm slid around your shoulders, gently pulling you to him until your cheek rested against his chest
you both exhaled at the same time, the familiarity of the intimacy making the tension melt away
“remember when i tried to teach you french?” he murmured against your hair
you smiled. “yeah and you gave up after two days.”
“because you kept saying oui like it was the only word you needed.” scrunching your face up you teasing him with a faint smile “yeah, because it kind of is.”
he laughed quietly, his chest moving under you. “you were actually good though. do you still remember any of it?”
you tilted your head up slightly, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “maybe.”
“can you understand this?
he hesitated for a second then whispered, his fingers gently brushing up and down your “tu me manques.”
( i miss you )
the words lingered between you as he assumed you had no idea what that meant
but then his breath hitched as you made contact with him whispering back “moi aussi.” ( me too )
you looked up at him, and even though you didn’t say anything else your eyes spoke the rest.
for a few long moments, you just sat there, softly speaking small french phrases
eventually, silence returned but it was no longer awkward. it was peaceful, as the comfort of a language that had always sounded like love when he spoke it, brought you two closer
you stayed like that until the clock on the wall ticked quietly past midnight. you could feel reality returning
the one that said it was time to go you shifted slightly, sitting up. “i should probably head home.”
his arm fell away reluctantly, fingers brushing your hand one last time. “yeah.” he said softly his voice almost breaking on the word
you stood smoothing your hands against your coat, trying not to look at him too long. “thank you for letting me stay.”
he rose too, standing close enough that the air between you felt electric again. “thank you for coming,” he said quietly.
you smiled faintly, eyes glistening. “you’re welcome.”
tilting his head slowly, his eyebrows furrowed “we’re okay right.” with a soft nod you whispered to him “we’ll always be okay.”
he hesitated his next words, then decided to just say it. “i’ll always love you, you know.”
you didn’t respond. just reached up, touching his face gently, and he leaned down without thinking
his lips met yours, making the kiss was soft, almost hesitant. it wasn’t a kiss of passion, those the feeling were there. you both knew what it really was
when you finally pulled back, he exhaled shakily with a pleading tone “please don’t leave.” he murmured
as much as you wanted to fulfill his request and stay with him in your own bubble, you couldn’t. it was time to back to the real world which included your own separate lives
“goodbye charles.” you whispered brokenly, as you hand slowly slipped from his
summary: kimi finally brings you, his secret girlfriend to your first race and does everything to make sure things are accessible and comfortable. fans are quick to make speculations and assumptions, but your protective boyfriend makes sure to defend you
real life + social media
(this is my first post and i don't know how to do this but i needed to get this idea out of my head. hopefully it's good and you like it! )
📍𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐱 - 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓
today was the first day you were attending a race.
his home race to be exact. of course you was nervous, but you had kimi by you side. as you two walked through the paddock, the boy held your hand tightly, walking just half a step ahead
kimi glanced over at you every few seconds, making sure you were okay with the noise and the pace of your movement
"baby, are you doing alright?" he asked softly, leaning close so you could hear him over everything
you nodded, smiling shyly with a soft sigh "yeah. i just didn't realize how loud it would be." your tone was teasing, but kimi could tell nervous your were
after dating for two years, he knew all your tells by now, and so did kora
your big golden retriever service dog gave away the emotions you were trying your best to hide "i know it's a lot, but i already talked to the team and they all know. they have everything you might need and if you ever need anything else just tell toto, okay my love? he'll help."
your lips curved into a grin, touched by how thoughtful he'd been throughout this process and your whole relationship
"you really thought of everything didn't you." you face scrunched up and you gave him a big smile
"of course i did." kimi replied, his voice softening. "it's your first race, and we're revealing our relationship. i want it to be perfect."
you squeezed his hand gently. "thank you, kimi. i love you."
"i love you more." he whispered while tapping your knuckles three times
the closer you got to the mercedes garages the more nervous you became. all your other working senses are normally already heightened, because you couldn't see
but today and right now, everything seemed to be ten times higher
the sound of the fans screaming, the smell of oil, the feeling of the heat. everything was there, but thankfully kimi was too. he gently gave your hand a squeeze and a kiss on the head to ground you
when you finally reached the mercedes garage, kimi slowed down and guided you carefully over a small step. "okay, we're here." he whispered quietly. "toto's coming to meet you."
"oh, wow." you murmured with a nervous laugh. "that sounds so official, should i stand up taller or what?"
kimi smiled and shook his head at your humor "no my love. you are perfect the way you, besides you are almost the same height as me i can't have you be taller."
the two of you shared a hushed giggled and moments later, a warm voice greeted you
you could feel a presence in front of you and made sure to put on a smile "ah, kimi. and you must be y/n it's lovely to finally meet you.
turning slightly toward the sound of the principal of mercedes voice you nodded "thank you. it's really nice to meet you too, mr. wolff."
"oh please, call me toto." he said kindly. "and don't worry, everyone's very excited you're here. kora too, we love our paddock pets."
at the mention of her name kora barked and gave her owner a nudge on the thigh with her paw
it was her way of making sure people acknowledged you too. earning a laugh from kimi, he looked at his girlfriend and your dog "she's loving the attention already." you giggled
toto chuckled quietly, then spoke once again "well, you two are welcome here anytime. george and carmen are around too if you'd like to introduce them before things get busy."
kimi nodded, already planning for them to meet the girl he'd been privately dating
all the drivers knew he was dating someone as he always talked about you, but he never showed any pictures. it was a mutual decision between you two
leading you and kora gently through the garage, he always made sure to explain the surroundings. "george and carmen are right over here."
finally in front of the couple and the dog, george greeted you with his usual friendly energy "ah this is the famous girlfriend kimi is always talking of. we were beginning to think he made you up."
rolling his eyes kimi scoffed but a laugh was earned from you
"nope i am very much real, its nice to meet you too. trying to bite back a laugh you smiled and could feel the embarrassment radiating off your boyfriend
next to him, george's girlfriend, carmen stepped forward with a polite smile and held out her hand. "it's so nice to meet you."
for a second it went silent between the four of them as carmen wasn't sure why her hand wasn't being shook
kimi noticed after a few seconds, once he took his eyes off of his girlfriend to realized carmen obviously didn't know you were blind
"oh, sorry." kimi said softly looking between george and carmen "she can't see your hand, i forgot to tell you."
carmen's eyes widened in surprise as she gasped loudly. her cheeks were flushed pink with embarrassment "oh my gosh, i'm so sorry!" she said nervously, quickly lowering her hand
next to kimi, you were laughing and waved it off "oh please, don't be at all. i didn't realize you were reaching out, it happens all the time."
the moment eased instantly as george grinned. "don't worry, carmen forgets people have peripheral vision sometimes, let alone—"
"no no george, you didn't even tell me." carmen elbowed him lightly
kimi smiled and squeezed your hand letting you know it was time to walk again "ok, please do not overwhelm her before the race starts."
you shook your head at how protective he always get of you. "it was nice meeting you two, i'll see you soon."
not knowing where they were anymore you spoke kindly hope your voice was in their correct direction
as you made your way with kimi toward his driver's room. the noise of everything faded away and you immediately relaxed
kora laid down on your feet as you sat down, while kimi paced around doing whatever he was doing
fingers brushing over kora's fluffy fur you smiled to yourself. "so this is where you hide before races, huh?"
kimi chuckled from across the room. "yeah. glamorous, right?"
"oh totally." you teased, wondering what it looked it like. "i bet there's pictures of us all over isn't there?
replying with a warm chuckle he teased "did kora tell you what she sees." the dog huffed then kimi's voice dropped to a softer tone "do you need anything baby? water, something to eat?"
"just you, my love." you smiled sheepishly as you heard him changing
he turned toward you voice, smiling as he zipped up his suit. after a moment he walked over kissing you passionately "you have me, always."
taking your hands, he placed them in his suit explaining what it looked like for you
as you felt the texture of his race suit under you fingers, your brows furrowed "this feels so weird." he tilted his head at you and agreed
but you shook your head "no that's no what i mean baby." a small sigh left your lips "well the suit yes, but i mean me being here. people seeing us. like i just can't believe i'm actually here watching you—"
you caught yourself with a little laugh "well, not watching, but—"
kimi didn't let you finish, as he brought your hands to his mouth, gently kissing the tips of them "you are watching." he corrected, mumbling. "just in your own way."
touched by how easily he said it, you felt your heart warm. though you two had been dating for so long, you always found yourself smitten around him
"you always know what to say don't you antonelli." your head laid in his shoulder slowly
pressing a trail of kisses on your collarbone the boy spoke quietly "that's because i love you."
𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐰/𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧
when the time came for the drivers' parade, you stayed behind with carmen, who offered to show you around the paddock while kimi prepared
kora walked happily beside you, her tail wagging as her harness clicked lightly against your leg
per your request carmen described everything in detail as you walked. from the colors of the flags, to the fans waving from behind fences, letting you know your surroundings
you listened closely, imagining it all. "i mean it sounds beautiful." you teased softly
"it really is." carmen smiled glancing at you. "i can't believe kimi kept you hidden this long."
your laughed lightly. "we just wanted to keep things private for a bit. we've been together for two years now, actually."
"really?" carmen gasped. "that's amazing. congratulations!"
"thank you." you said shyly. "today's actually our anniversary." gasping carmen squealed excitedly "no way! that's so sweet. and he brought you here for it?"
you nodded, remembering when he first brought up the idea to you "actually, he's been trying to get me here since the first race. i kept saying no because of school and i was nervous with flying. but since it's his home race and i know how important this is to him I decided it could be fun."
"how important this is to him? i think you're more important to him. he definitely just wants to show you off, he's totally smitten with you. you can tell."
your cheeks began to feel warm as you hadn't thought of it that way
"yeah your right. he's so different with me, way softer. i think he worries a lot more than he admits."
the two of you and kora walked a little further, talking about the season, the friendship between kimi and george and how long you've had kora's
obviously fans noticed you walk in with kimi, and whispered as you walked with carmen but no one said anything. not to your face at least
𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞
the race began, you sat in a comfortable seat inside the garage next to toto
because you weren't able to watch the race, you were allowed a headset to be able to listen to the commentary, to know what was going on
kora laid on your lap, and occasionally perked up if she heard kimi's name or voice through the radio
your heart pounded with every lap announced, you fingers absentmindedly running through your dogs fur for comfort
though you couldn't see the race, you could still feel the adrenaline and pure excitement of the experience
then came a familiar voice on the radio and you could hear how serious he sounded "uh, someone please tell me, how's y/n?" kimi asked
everyone on the mercedes team turned to you and toto, looking for an answer but you shook your head, not wanting to speak
toto's laugh came through the channel. "kimi, please focus on driving."
"¡ just want to know if she knows what's happening." kimi protested with slight defiance in his voice. with a huff the man radioed back "you're not going to stop unless you hear her voice are you."
the boy agreed and you let out a laugh. speaking intk into the headset your voice was soft but firm. "i'm good kimi, now please focus on driving my love. i'd like you in one piece."
finally satisfied with hearing your voice, the boy let out a silent breath in his car "copy that."
the final laps were now here as kimi defended his lead.
"one more corner." someone muttered behind you
"come on, kimi." toto said quietly leaning forward, his arms crossed tightly
you clutched kora tighter barely breathing as the roar of the crowd grew louder through the feed. then a few minutes the voice of the announcer in your headphones practically screamed
"and through goes kimi antonelli! the first year rookie wins his first grand prix and home race!"
a second later through the static of the radio and the garages celebrating, kimi's voice crackled through with excitement. "woohoo! yes! oh my god we did it!"
the entire team shouted back, the sound nearly deafening you
then kimi's voice cut through again, breathless "is my girlfriend there? is y/n there, can she hear me?"
you pressed a hand over her mouth, smiling so hard her cheeks hurt. toto leaned toward her mic "yes, kimi. she's here and she's very proud of you."
"tell her—" kimi's breath hitched realizing he could tell her directly "i love you y/n."
you giggled shaking you head as you tried to stop your voice from trembling. "i love you too kimi."
the garage cheered again everyone around you clapping and aweing at the sweet exchange. toto patted your shoulder warmly. "alright, let's go greet our winner."
kora barked, jumping down and once she was ready to moved carmen joined on your side
the sound of the crowd outside was soft loud you thought they must've been right in front of you. your ears were met with waves of shouting, cheering, and cameras clicking
kora stayed in front of you, pulling in her leash guiding you. you stood for a few minutes, while you waited
then, over all the chaos you heard his voice again, he was breathless and cheering
as he got colder you barely had time to turn toward the sound before kimi ran straight into you, lifting your body off the ground. you clung to him as he spun you around
"kimi!" you laughed breathlessly. "put me down!"
spinning you one last time before setting you back on her feet, his hands still on you waist
your cheeks were flushed as your heart racing from both the excitement of his win and the joy of being so in love with him
"i can't believe it." you smiled with a voice full of pride. "you did it baby you actually did it."
"we did it." he corrected loudly. "you were here. that's why i won."
not going to argue with him you leaned forward instinctively, wanting to kiss him only to bump lightly into the hard surface of his helmet
immediately pulling back you busted out in laughter"oh my god, i didn't know you still had your helmet on!"
the boy broke into hysterical laughter, though he was the one feeling embarrassed "ah i forgot it! i'm sorry!" he said between laughs quickly pulling the helmet off.
"there." he tossed it aside to a team member and took your hands gently
he placed them on both sides of his face. "here. now you can feel me smiling."
your thumbs brushed over his cheeks moving to trace the curve of his grin, and unknowingly you matched his expression. he was still a little breathless, but you were glad you could feel how happy he was even if you couldn't see it
"you're smiling like an idiot." you teased softly throwing his head back he scoffed "it's because you make me nervous!" he chuckled
right then and there you felt like your heart melted, even more so when he leaned in kissing you hard
kimi pressed his forehead against your once you pulled away. "thank you for being here. he whispered. "i wanted to win for you and kora."
toto walked over and tapped his shoulder letting him now it was time for him to go. kimi sighed dramatically.
"guess i have to go do the media part now."
"go, my champion. i'll be right here.'
he kissed you forehead quickly before running off, still grinning like a child
toto and carmen stayed beside you, describing what was happening as the podium ceremony began
"okay, kimi"s walking up the steps now." carmen narrated soft her voice full of excitement. "george is beside him in p2, and now they're spraying champagne everywhere now. oh god, kimi just got george right in the face!"
you laughed clapping her hands together. "i can hear them screaming all the way from here. they sound like they're having too much fun."
"kimi's got the trophy now." carmen softly added. "he's holding it up.
the crowd went wild and you smiled softly, imagining it all. the golden sun glowing down in him, the spray of champagne, your boyfriend's wide giddy smile. "he deserves it, every bit of it."
after all the post race interviews and debriefing kimi went through he was finally back
the mercedes team gathered for their group photo -as both kimi and george had brought home a podium finish. someone called out to kimi, who was still clinging to your hand
"come on antonelli, it's team photo time!"
kimi grinned and tugged you along with kora. "come with me, please." he whispered, slightly begging
"you want us in the photo?" you asked surprised he nodded proudly, though you couldn't see it" of course. you and are are also part of the reason I got my first win today."
the team looked over at toto who only nodded approvingly. "they are apart of the team. get in."
kimi jumped up and down in excitement before he and kora guidedyou to the middle of the group making sure you and kora were seated right next him
you could hear everyone laughing, the sound of the camera clicking repeatedly.
"smile!" someone shouted
you both smiled proudly as kimi held up a one before quickly realizing you weren't looking at the camera
he let out a little laugh, before gently bringing his hand to your chin, directing your face towards that camera
a small giggles made its way through your lips but you waited to laugh with him until it was over. after the photos, kimi leaned down and whispered "thats going on instagram by the way."
𝐟𝟏𝐰𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐩
fwaggossip: looks like we have a new wag alert! kimi antonelli's girlfriend who goes by the name of y/n was seen walking with carmen through the paddock. she was also seen with a service dog the whole day
the girl was seen kissing and celebrating with the mercedes driver who took p1 after the race, and they even spoke to each other during the race on the radio!
hopefully we get to see more of her, but the length of their relationship is still unknown, stayed tuned for more updates!
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user: well i'm here for it
user: he looked so happy i was lit crying
user: i don't seem to be a fan....sorry not sorry
^user: there's literally no reason not to be a fan of her, you're just a jealous person who's delusional
user: her and carmen being friends already tells me all i need to know! give me a show about these two now
user: they're so so adorableeee
user: THE RADIO MESSAGES?? OMG
user: why is she wearing sunglasses the whole day??
user: yeah and at night too, like you're not all that girl
user: it's giving attention seeker
user: bro why does she have a service dog at an fl race those things are fake half the time
^user: hmmm let's think!
^user: maybe because she needs it? like i doubt she would willingly slap on a vest and call it a service dog for giggles
user: a little confused as to why she had a headset and talked to kimi, they've never let carmen do that
user: i heard she didn't shake carmen's hand
user: was this before or after she acted like carmen didn't exist?
user: doubt she did ignored carmen, she seems nice
^user: nope it's true! i was at the paddock yesterday and saw the whole interaction. carmen held her hand out tried to shake her hand and kimi's girlfriend just stood there, and kimi and to step in and told carmen to put it down. then his girlfriend just laughed, rude if you ask me
^user: no one asked you though : (
user: omg give the poor girl a chance....
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠
the next morning kimi sat at the kitchen counter of your shared apartment
his hair was still damp from his shower as he scrolled absently through his phone, while you and Kira were still curled up in bed sleeping peacefully
his notifications were insane. every other post on his explore page had his face your face, or kora's face
kimi couldn't help but smile scrolling through pictures of him on podium, you and him in the garage, and finally the team one
he liked them, feeling himself get giddy at the sight of a photo someone had taken where you kissed his helmet
kimi laughed softly, remembering how embarrassed you both felt, but happy it looked so cute. he was about to lock his phone when curiosity got the best of him. he check the comments first
and at first, it was the same thing of fans being happy saying they love them together and they're so cute
then he went to twitter and it was mostly just clips of his radio, screenshots of his smile when he kissed you,
but then he scrolled further. people were analyzing every second of your interactions and movements
and his heart sank
his eyes scanned over the hundreds of tweets saying your stuck up, kora is a fake service dog, and how you think you're all that with your sunglasses
kimi's jaw tightened. he kept scrolling and each post made his stomach twist
they were screenshots of you, zoomed-in pictures, people judging you for how you stood, how you smiled, even the way you spoke to people
then one tweet stood out. it was a video of you not shaking carmen's hand
underneath it someone was going on and on about how they witnessed the whole thing and how rude you are because of this
kimi's blood boiled. he dropped his phone onto the counter and pressed his hands to his face, taking a sharp breath. he didn't want to do anything career ending, but he had to set them straight
the internet was so quick to judge, and he couldn't let bad narratives about you just continue
after a moment, he picked his phone back up and opened instagram, knowing what he had to do
𝐤𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢
kimiantonelli: happy two year anniversary my love
you are my light, good luck charm, entertainment and i can't believe i get to be with someone so amazing. you have been through the toughest things, but you still show up everyday smiling and continue to amaze me.
a few years ago she lost her vision completely, she has a service dog kora who is the sweetest most loving dog and might actually like my girlfriend more than me, she helps her navigate public places. she wears sunglasses sometimes when she's in new and busy environments, and that's why kora is always by her side
my girlfriend is the kindest, funniest, and strongest person i know, and i'm proud of her.
i absolutely will not tolerate any poor comments towards or about her or kora. you do not get to call yourselves a fan if you're speaking ill or disrespecting them.
and to y/n, thank you for being my brains in school while i was your eyes. i'm so grateful you bumped into me that day, here's to many more years, i love you.
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mercedesamgf1: we love you both🩵🩵
georgerussell63: best couple on the grid hands down.
carmenmundt: so happy for you two, she’s amazing ( and also my favorite person now, sorry george )
lewishamilton: proud of you kimi
olliebearman: FINALLY! i have almost accidentally said her name so many times to the grid
alexalbon: ahhh she's real!
^kimiantonelli: you have literally heard me talk about her. that's all i talk about actually
williamsracing: kora for paddock mascot when???
f1:"now you can feel me smiling"🥺❤️
user: crying omg he loves her so much
user: this post healed me actually
user: people were being weird about her sunglasses and i hope they feel horrible she's so lovely
user: two years?? TWO YEARS???
user: the way the other drivers didn't even know about her either is making me giggle
user: "thanks for being my brains while i was your eyes" yeah i'm totally not crying. not at all! 😭
