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opalite | lando norris | 🩵
after breaking up with her boyfriend of almost six years y/n decides to focus on herself and just enjoy life but that plan starts to change when certain mclaren driver catches her eye
— 2024
vitamin sea
“too messy”
just 2 friends
wish you’d been here
ysa’s note: be kind, enjoy life, hope y’all like the story 🩵
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you [looking at myself] its over
Summary: You let Pato open one of his presents early; you. In the passenger seat of his car. He's cocky and greedy and can't get his hands off you, not even when you make him beg.
He opens the door for you like a gentleman. Then smacks your ass the second you climb in. "Happy birthday to me," Pato says, grinning like the shit he is.
You roll your eyes. "You're unbearable already."
"And you love it."
You settle into the passenger seat, tugging your little dress down over your thighs. It doesn't help much. You wore it for this; short, stretchy, tight enough that he keeps glancing over every few seconds as he starts the engine.
"I thought you had dinner plans," you tease.
"I do," he says. "You."
He peels out of the garage like it's qualifying. One hand on the wheel, the other already sliding onto your bare thigh.
"Where are we even going?" you ask.
"Nowhere far," he says. "Can't wait that long."
You raise an eyebrow, amused. "Impatient birthday boy?"
He gives you a look. That look. "You wore this little thing and want me to have patience?"
You pretend to shrug. "Didn't say you could touch me."
Pato immediately pulls the car into an empty overlook and kills the engine. "Say that again," he dares, turning toward you fully.
You smirk, slow. "I didn't say you could touch me."
He's already climbing over the centre console before the sentence ends. His hands are on your thighs, spreading them open. His mouth is on your neck, hot and urgent. "You're such a brat," he mutters against your skin. "You know that?"
"You're the one who parked."
"And you're the one," he says, sliding a hand up under your dress, "who's soaking wet."
You gasp when his fingers press against your underwear. He hums, pleased. "Messy already?" he teases. "You love getting used in my car, huh?"
"Pato-"
He hooks the fabric to the side and slides two fingers in without warning. You cry out, hand hitting the window, hips bucking up off the seat. "That's right," he says, kissing your jaw. "Open up for me. Let me have my fucking birthday present."
He fingers you fast, deep, curling his fingers just right until your whole body is tensed, mouth open, desperate for more. His thumb brushes your clit in slow circles and you twitch. "Look at you," he whispers, voice gone rough. "So needy. All for me."
He leans down and licks a stripe up your neck.
"You gonna come for me already, baby?"
You nod frantically. "Yes, yes- please-"
But he pulls his hand out just before you fall over the edge. You choke on a gasp, thighs tense. "What the fuck-"
"You said I was impatient," he says, smug. "Trying to be good."
"Pato."
He reaches into the back, grabs your bag, and pulls out a condom.
You blink. "That wasn't wrapped."
"I snooped," he grins. "Best gift."
He rips it open, but you catch his wrist. "Actually," you say, voice sweet, "don't need it."
He freezes. "Are you serious?"
You spread your legs wider and nod. "Birthday creampie."
Pato groans and fumbles to shove his jeans down just enough. "You're gonna fucking kill me," he mutters.
"Thought you wanted a present."
"Oh, I'm getting it."
He slides in slowly, and both of you moan. You're still wet, but he's big, and the stretch makes your legs tighten. He doesn't pull out, he just stays buried deep, holding your waist, jaw clenched.
"Fuck, baby- so tight- so perfect-"
You wrap your arms around his shoulders and pull him close, the whole car swaying with every thrust. It's rough but focused, with his name falling from your mouth like a prayer.
"Wanted this all day," he says, biting at your neck. "My fucking girl, making me wait-"
"You love it," you breathe, clenching around him.
He loses it. One hand on your thigh, the other gripping your jaw so you have to look at him, Pato fucks you hard, the sound of skin on skin loud in the quiet car, your moans louder.
"I'm gonna come," you whisper, desperate.
"Then come," he growls. "Make a mess on my cock. Let them see it on your face."
You shatter around him and he follows with a groan, spilling deep inside you and staying there.
The windows are fogged. The air is thick with sweat and heat and the smell of sex. Neither of you moves for a minute. Then Pato pulls back just enough to look at you, breathless. "Best fucking birthday."
You laugh, wrecked. "You still haven't opened your real gift."
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Pato has a crush on his teammates sister...
“Hi…Uh…It’s Pato.” Pause.
“O’Ward.” Pato heaves a sigh. What other guy named Pato is going to be calling you at 9pm at night?
“Your brother’s teammate?”
Oh God, he really needed to shut the fuck up. She knows who you are, dummy.
“I just couldn’t get you off my mind after we all had dinner together last night because you’re so fucking pretty.”
That sounded a lot smoother in his head. Why was it that he could be so smooth and charming in front of the camera, but faced with you, his teammates twin sister, he lost all ability to string a coherent sentence together?
“So I did something kind of dumb. Because I’m a coward. And nervous. You make me nervous.” Pato leans against the wall in his hotel room. He’s got a race tomorrow and he really should be in bed, asleep. But instead he’s pacing back and forth, wearing a track through the carpet because he can’t get you off of his mind.
“This is going well…” He chuckles, dragging a hand down his face.
“Anyway….” Confession time.
“I stole Nolan’s phone so I could get your number instead of asking him.” He says it fast, like he’s confessing to a crime that is punishable by jail time.
“I didn’t want to make it awkward. Which I’m failing at now, apparently.” Pato winces. Drags in a deep breath. His heart is hammering against his chest.
“Did you know he has you saved as “Annoying Little Sister” in his phone? You should probably talk to him about that.”
Okay, he was getting distracted.
“Um. Anyway. So.”
Focus, Pato. Focus.
“I called because I wanted to see if you were going to go back to Indy with Nolan on Monday. You said you were taking the semester off of school so I didn’t know if you were planning on sticking around.”
Did that sound creepy? You had told him at dinner the other night that you’d felt the need to figure out your next move. College wasn’t working out for you and you were feeling lost. He had never gone to college himself but he understood what it felt like to feel lost. To not know if the direction you were going in was the right path. It made his chest feel tight when he thought about it. Thought about you second guessing everything you knew.
“If you were…Maybe…” This was it. The moment he’d been dancing around. By this time, you’re doubled over from laughter at how adorable this man is on the other end of the phone.
“Maybe we could grab dinner one night this week? Just the two of us…like…as a date?” Pato winces again. Why did that sound so fucking lame?
“Okay. Um. Don’t send Nolan after me, okay? He may look like a softie but he’s surprisingly strong. Okay. Bye.”
Click.
Your First Kiss
“Cariño, I’m obsessed.” Pato’s voice is low, husky, scratching a zing down your spine.
“I hope that wasn’t too forward but I’d been starting at those pretty lips of yours all night and I just had to see if they were as soft as they looked.”
He pauses.
Chuckles.
“Good news.” He says brightly. “They are.”
The Cheshire Cat grin on his face is sly as he flicks the kitchen lights on. The house is big and empty, save for the clicks of the the Norbi’s paws on the hardwood flooring.
“That was…hoooo boy.” Pato chuckles again.
Runs his hands over his jaw as he flops into the couch.
“I am in so much trouble with you.” The words sound like a warning to himself. A smile stretches across his face, wider now.
“I know that was just our second date but I need to see you again.” Something constricts in his chest.
Pato pauses.
“Is that too much? Fuck, I don’t want to come on to strong I just…” He shakes his head, tipping it back against the headrest.
He couldn’t fuck this up. It had only been your second date that night. A quiet restaurant tucked in a small alleyway in downtown Indianapolis. Mexican that reminded Pato of home, he’d told you.
And then, as he walked you to your car, his fingers had caught yours, tangling together in a mess of heat and skin. Your breath had caught. Pato had smiled down at you.
It had felt like a movie.
You were smitten.
“Christ.” He whispers, the image of his lips pressing to yours just an hour ago flashing through his memory.
“I’ve never had a first kiss like that. I’ve never had a kiss like that, period.” He laughs.
Unbelievable.
“I’m going to have trouble keeping my hands off of you this weekend but I’ll behave.”
He absolutely did not behave himself.
“Mostly.” You could practically hear him grin in that confident way he was getting bolder with using on you.
“I’m going to get to see you again before that though, yes? Please say yes.”
Oh Pato was gone for you.
“Tomorrow? I don’t have to be at the airport until later in the afternoon. We could do lunch? Brunch?”
He pauses.
“Makeout session?”
That cocky smirk is back. You can tell just by the sound of his voice.
“Kidding, kidding. Unless…Okay. I’m going to head to bed but text me when you get home, okay?”
Click.
Your Secret Is Almost Exposed
“I nearly blew it just now.” Pato is breathless, the click of the door to his motorhome signaling the fact that he was finally alone.
“I didn’t realize Nolan didn’t know you were coming this weekend and I asked when your flight landed tonight.”
You’d been…dating? Dating is probably how you’d classify it, you guessed. You’d been dating Pato for a few months now but no one outside him and you knew anything.
“He looked suspicious when I said I’d seen your Insta story. Apparently he didn’t know I followed you?” It had been a story made up on the fly, one that had left his lips before he’d even had a chance to think.
It wasn’t that you wanted to hide your relationship with Pato. You adored him and he was the best man you’d ever dated but it got complicated when you considered his relationship with your brother. Nolan might appear to be a teddy bear on the surface, but he was deeply protective of his baby sister and you knew it would be a problem.
“I think I did a good job covering up though. He doesn’t suspect a thing.”
Pato had, in fact, done a terrible job at covering his mistake up.
Nolan was incredibly suspicious.
“Jesus, cariño…I miss you. I’m glad you got to go to on that trip with your parents but fuck, I miss you.”
You’d just gotten back from a three week vacation with your parents trekking across Europe and had gone straight to California to see Pato (and your brother, of course) race that weekend. It had been hard to talk to Pato while you’d been gone but you’d made it work.
“Is it too soon to say that? I know it hasn’t been long and we’re still trying to figure out what we’re doing here but…” He collapses down on the stiff couch, race suit still half on from the first practice session of the weekend.
You hadn’t but labels on whatever it was you two were doing yet but…you were attached.
And Pato? Pato was smitten.
“Are we going to have to pretend that we don’t know each other again this weekend? It’s been months and…I’m not mad I’m just frustrated.” He scrubs a hand over his face, groan sounding low and deep in his throat.
“I know you’re nervous about telling Nolan about us but, baby…you spend the night at my house whenever you’re in Indy and fuck…I’m falling for you and I want to tell him.”
The vulnerability in his voice made your heart clench as you sat on the tarmac listening to his voicemail.
“I want to tell everyone. I want to post the stupid pictures we take together and tell the team about you and…” Pato hated how needy he sounded. Hated how vulnerable he felt in that moment, feelings laid bare to your voicemail.
“Can we talk about it this weekend? About us? Please?”
He was more than ready to be official but he knew you were a bit hesitant. Not because the feelings weren’t the same. God, they were as intense as Pato was feeling. He knew that. But it was who he was to your brother that was giving you pause. He didn’t want to push but he couldn’t hide like this forever.
“Okay, call me when you land.” You hated how sad he sounded.
“Bye.”
Click.
Your Brother Finds Out
“Mi amor, we have a problem.” Your heart stops at the anxiety in Pato’s voice.
“Well, I don’t think it’s much of a problem but you probably will. I think this is a very good solution to the problem we’ve been having…”
The problem? Pato wanted to come clean and tell your brother about how much he’d fallen for you. You were still nervous, not knowing how Nolan would react. You wanted to keep Pato to yourself just a while longer.
“I was eating lunch, by myself,” He emphasizes the last two words so you know this wasn’t totally his fault.
“And then Nolan came to sit down with me. I was swiping through photos from last weekend…” Your heart stopped.
“Not THOSE photos…Jesus, not those photos I swear.”
The relief that floods your body has you sagging against the Uber’s window.
“But the ones I took of you at the park before sunset. And um well…” Pato drags in a breath, closing his eyes.
You were either going to kill him or thank him for doing you a favor.
“You won’t have to tell your brother about us this weekend anymore!” His voice is too bright, too positive.
He knows you’re going to be annoyed. Knows that you wanted to be the one to tell your brother.
“Shit, baby I am so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention and he just plopped down next to me, asked me what I was looking at and then before I could swipe out of the app…”
The color had drained out of Nolan’s face completely when he’d seen your face smiling back at him from Pato’s phone. There had been no excuses that sounded even remotely plausible. Not with the way you’d been looking at the camera, smitten and grinning like you were the happiest person on earth.
“Good news is: I’m still breathing. He didn’t try to murder me.” Pato shakes his head at the memory. Nolan hadn’t killed him but he had glared.
Gone silent.
Mumbled something about needing some water.
Walked away without another word.
“But we are starting next to each other on the grid tomorrow. So I may very well end up in the wall.” A weak laugh sounds in your ear and you know your boyfriend is terrified.
“He muttered something about calling you so I was just trying to give you a heads up. I’ll talk to him though, I promise.” Pato scans the paddock, phone to his ear, trying to locate your brother before he gets a chance to read you the riot act.
“I know you were nervous about him finding out but I swear it’ll be okay. At least now I can hold your hand in the paddock and kiss you whenever I want?”
Silver linings and all that, you supposed.
“Okay. I love you. See you soon.”
Click.
He’s driving in FP1 in Mexico
“Zak just called.” Pato is breathless.
You can feel the excitement radiating off of him through the phone. Something big has happened.
“They want me to drive during FP1 in Mexico. Mexico, mi amor!”
Oh. That was big. Your smile grew so wide your cheeks hurt.
“I know I’ve driven during practice for them before but this feels…different.” He’s awestruck. Excited. Relieved in a way.
“Driving in front of my home crowd? Even if it’s not racing, it’s something.”
Pride swells in your chest at the pride that edges into Pato’s voice. You know how much this is going to mean to him, being at home.
“You’ll be there, right? I want you there, watching me from the paddock. You’re the only one I need there.”
After a bit of initial shock and resistance, Nolan had accepted your relationship with Pato and was beginning to not gag at the sight of Pato pressing kisses to your shoulder or your hand tucked neatly into his whenever you were together.
“Cadillac has been sniffing around too, they called Rich the other day to gauge my interest and this? I think Zak is doing this on purpose.”
Pato doesn’t often talk about his goals outside of INDY. He’s very much a ‘live in the moment’ kind of guy. He likes to just get through the day, let whatever come naturally. But you know. You know how much he wants a drive in F1, that it’s his ultimate goal. One that he’s only whispered to you late at night while you’re tangled up together in his bed.
“Zak knows they’re sniffing around and he told me that this session could have huge implications.”
If there was one thing you loved about Zak Brown it was the way he treated his drivers like his own. He wanted them to succeed, even if it wasn’t with McLaren. You knew Zak would do whatever it took to secure Pato that Cadillac seat.
“I could get an actual drive in F1…I’d just about given up on it.” You can hear the disbelief in his voice. Knew how much this meant to him. How big this was for his career.
“I like INDY well enough, you know that. I wouldn’t have ever met you without it but Formula One? Christ.” He chuckled, nerves setting in on how big this was going to be.
“I’m going to go put some time in on the sim, okay? Talk to Lando and Oscar maybe, see how the cars really feeling lately.” He was rambling and you both knew it. Scattered. Overwhelmed.
“Okay. Love you. Call me when you get this.”
Click.
Overheard...
“Yes, Elba I know you’re bummed she’s not going to be here this weekend.” Pato’s voice is muffled, like you’re tucked into his pocket. You can’t hear his sister’s voice but you know she’s there.
“I swear you love her more than you love me.”
Pause. You assume Elba agrees with the accusation because the next thing you hear is”
“Okay, rude.”
You chuckle. You and Elba had grown close over the year and a half that you and Pato had been dating. She was like the older sister you’d never had.
“I know she’s amazing, that’s why I’m dating her. Leave my girlfriend alone, she doesn’t want to date you instead.” You could practically hear the pout in his voice.
“Yes, I know it’s almost her birthday.” He sighs.
“Yes, I got her a present.” He snaps.
You bite back a smile.
“No, I’m not going to tell you what it is.”
He pauses, listening to the argument that you’re sure Elba is putting forth.
“Because if I tell you, you’re going to go blabbing it all over and she’ll hear about it.”
You hear a huff of disagreement off somewhere in the distance and you laugh, knowing that Pato is right.
“Yes you will!” He argues.
“Do you swear on your life you won’t tell a single person? Swear on…” Pato pauses, thinking.
“Swear on your Chanel bag collection. Do it or you don’t get to know what it is!”
Another pause. You assume Elba is giving in, her need to know the gossip greater than her love of her bag collection.
“Good. Okay. I got her this…” Another pause. “Yes, it’s fucking real you brat!” He shouts, indignant.
“Do you think she’s going to like it? Is it too big?”
Now you were dying to know what it was. There was no way you were going to be able to wait for your birthday now.
“No? Oh thank God. The lady at the jewelry store said this was the next best thing after an engagement ring.”
Your heart stutters. You sit down on the edge of your bed, holding the phone away from your ear, wondering if you should stop listening to the voicemail now.
You don’t.
“That’s coming! Just…not for her birthday!”
Your stomach flipped. He wanted to propose? It didn’t seem that out of pocket, if you were being honest. You two were strong, happy, smitten.
“That seems…like not a good move. I want that to be its own special thing.”
A pause again.
“Yes I have a plan!” Pato groans. You smile.
“No, I’m not telling you that! No, swearing on your Birkin is not going to get me to tell you!” He says through laughter.
“What? Oh. Oh shit…How the fuck do I delete a voicemail?”
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the reader arrives at Pato's house after a small work trip and it's suprise by how happy he's, he's like a kid with a new toy...he's a big kid with a new toy, and iron man on his basement
summary: After being away in San Diego for a work trip, you come home to Pato wanting to show you the big purchase that he bought
warnings: fluff, established relationship, pato calling the reader pet names, hugging, kissing, the reader being a fan of dc (batman, to be exact). if i missed anything, please let me know!
word count: 652
a/n: i’m so sorry that this is quite short. i’m slowly getting back into writing after taking a few months off. also, thank you @auroralightsthesky for proof reading this for me! it means a lot to me🫶🏻also i don’t own any of the pictures in the moodboard below. all credits go to the original creators/owners!
You were finally arriving back at your and Pato’s shared home in Texas. You were away for the week due to a work trip that occurred in San Diego, California. While you were on this work trip, Pato told you over the phone that he had a surprise to show you when you got back home. When he told you too, you could tell in the tone of his voice that he was very happy about this surprise. So, because of that, you were constantly wondering what the surprise could be, but now, you get to see what it actually is.
“Pato, I’m home,” you announced when you stepped into your shared home. You closed the door behind you and set your suitcase off to the side of the doorway, so it won't be in the way.
“Mi amor,” Pato smiled as he came walking from the living room. When he approached you, you could tell that he had the biggest grin on his face. It had to be that you were finally home and that he finally gets to show the big surprise. “How was your work trip?” he asked you when he embraced you into a hug and planted a kiss on the top of your head.
“It was pretty great,” you nodded your head as you pulled away from Pato’s arms. “While I was there, I got the chance to explore the city too, so I was happy about that,” you said.
“Well, I’d love to hear all about it, but-,”
“But you wanna show me the big surprise now,” you finished what Pato was planning on saying.
“Yes,” he cheered. Pato couldn't wait any longer to show you the big surprise that he purchased. If he waited any longer, he would just end up telling you right then and there.
“Lead the way then,” you exclaimed.
Pato grabbed your hand and the two of you headed to the basement. That’s where he must have stored this big surprise of his. When you reached the basement door, that's when he told you to close your eyes. So, you went ahead and did.
“Okay, you can open your eyes now,” Pato said when you two came to a complete stop after he guided you through the basement of your shared home.
You opened your eyes and that’s when you saw it. You saw the big surprise. It ended up being a six-foot statue of Iron Man. “Oh my goodness, Pato,” you gasped. You were starstruck by the big surprise. “This is unbelievable,” you gushed. You stepped closer to get a better look at all of the details of the statute. It looked exactly like the one from the Marvel movies. You thought that it was unbelievable how Pato was able to get his hands on one that looked so similar.
“So, what do you think, baby? Do you like my big surprise?” Pato asked from behind. He was standing a few inches behind where you were standing.
You turned around to look at him, “I think that it’s pretty amazing,” you beamed. You stepped back to where Pato was standing. He wrapped his arm around your waist. You leaned into his touch afterwards. “And I absolutely love it too.”
“Me too, mi amor,” Pato agreed as he planted a kiss on the crown of your head. “It’s safe to say that it’s one of the best purchases that I have made.”
It made your heart flutter at what Pato said. You knew how much he loved Iron Man, so him making this purchase for himself made you very happy.
“Maybe your next surprise purchase could be a six-foot statue of Batman,” you hinted to your boyfriend. Pato knew how much you were a huge fan of Batman, so it didn't surprise him that you said something like that.
“I guess we will wait and see,” Pato playfully shrugged his shoulders.
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How you had once again found yourself in a situation, namely being forced to be the unwilling victim of Lando’s shenanigans, like this, you had no idea.
At this point you were sure that your best friend had it out for you simply because he was out to get you.
That’s how you found yourself sitting in your shared kitchen, perched on a bar stool, with your hands covering your eyes and waiting until Lando was done rummaging through the cupboards.
“Can’t you just tell me what I am covering my eyes for?” You asked, flinching when you heard a metal bowl crashing to the ground and the brit curse.
“Damn it!” He whispered and opened another door. “No, just wait a second. Or tell me where the fucking glasses are!”
You rolled your eyes behind your fingers. How he had survived this long you had no idea.
“Overhead cabinet on the right next to the sink. You know I hate surprises, just tell me what this is about already,”
For a moment it was silent, you heard the mentioned cabinet door being opened, a little victorious “Ha!” and a little shuffling around before a glass was placed on the marble surface in front of you with a clink.
That and something heavier, metal, sounding a lot like a ca—
“Now you can look!”
You lowered your hands, gave Lando a look and stared at what you had already guessed was a can.
A Monster Can to be specific and one you had never seen before. The design however was as familiar as the back of your hand. Fluro and Blobs all over and his name written on top.
“They gave you your own Monster flavor?” you asked and reached for the can. The bright smile Lando shot you could have blinded you if you looked to long.
“Yes! And they even designed it after my helmet!” he beamed at you.
Reading over the text on it and marveling on the details, even the blob Lando included in between all the other blobs you looked back at him.
“That’s actually really cool! Flavor?”
“Something, something Melon and Yuzu,” he answered, leaning against the counter and waiting.
“Bless you.” You quipped. “And let me guess, you want me to taste test?”
IF possible Lando’s face lit up even more.
Bingo.
“Would you?”
“Have you already?” you countered because somehow you were a bit scared he was trying to poison you for having hidden his Laundry last week.
“Of course, I just want to know what you think.”
He took the can out of your hand, not even waiting for an answer and opened it to pour some of it into the glass.
You were about to ask since when someone needed a glass to drink an energy drink, however the question answered itself once you saw the liquid slowly filling the glass to the middle. Your jaw dropped, the color seemingly confirming your poison theory as you stared at it and back up at Lando.
Tilting your head in slight horror you lowered your head to be eyelevel with the energy drink.
“Hello? What is this color, Norris?”
“Looks mint, right?”
Your eyes flew back up. Back to Lando who could barely hid the a snicker at your terrified expression.
“It looks like it’s gonna turn me into a fucking glow stick. Lan if I drink this I might actually start glowing at night!”
Lando let out a full laugh at that, head tipping back as he grabbed the counter for balance. “Oh come on, it’s not that bad,” he said with a grin.
You narrowed your eyes at him, suspicion written all over your face as you carefully picked up the glass like it might explode.
“If I grow a third arm, you will deal with my fury.” you warned before bringing it closer to your nose and sniffing cautiously. Surprisingly, it didn’t smell like it came straight out of a Chemical factory.
“See? Not poison,” Lando chimed, watching you like a kid waiting for approval on a school project. “Even if you would deserve it after you hid my hoodie.”
You hesitated for one more second, then took a small sip. Your face twisted immidiatly as you tried to place the taste. “Okay… wait,” you muttered, taking another, slightly bigger sip. “That’s… weirdly good?”
The way Lando lit up again could’ve powered the entire apartment “Yes! I knew it!”
You pointed at him with the glass, still processing. “Don’t get cocky, it still looks radioactive, but… yeah. I’d drink it again.”
Not stopping the snort at his little happy dance you pulled the glass and the can closer.
“You’re annoyning, you know that?” you added, taking another sip despite the color still screaming at you to run.
“I prefer amazing, thank you.” Lando shot back immediately, crossing his arms with a smug tilt of his head and amatching smirk.
You hummed, eyeing the can again before glancing up at him. “So what, you gonna sell Energy drinks now?”
“If racing doesn’t work out, I’ve got options,” he grinned, clearly far too pleased with himself.
Rolling your eyes, you nudged the glass slightly toward him. “Alright, your turn. If I start glowing then you will too, and drink it like a normal person, please.”
He scoffed but grabbed the can anyway, taking a dramatic sip straight from it while maintaining eye contact.
“See? Perfectly safe. No glowing yet,” he said, holding his arms out as if to prove it.
You snorted softly, shaking your head as you watched him. “Give it a bit, If we start lighting up, I’m going to tell your mom.”
“Wow, ratting me out to mum? Low blow.” Lando gasped, though the grin never left his face.
“You started it,” you shot back with a shrugg.
“Yeah, but I wouldn’t threaten you with your own mother.”
“Ugh, yes you would?” you replied, raising a brow, tho the corner of your mouth betrayed you with a smile.
Lando opened his mouth to argue, then paused, considering it for a second before shrugging. “Okay, yeah I would.”
You huffed a laugh, bringing the glass back to your lips for another sip, less hesitant this time. “Still looks like something that should come with a hazard warning.”
summary: after being dumped for “being bad luck”, you don’t expect that drowning your sorrows will lead to getting married with a fellow heartbroken soul
a/n: Surprise! I am still working on my Vegas fics! It’s just…there’s only so many ways you can get accidentally married in Vegas and I’d like to make them all unique
a/n2: this is set in the 2024/2025 seasons
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yn
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tagged: lando
yn: 4 years with the best man I know 🧡🧡 here's to many many more, my love 😘
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user1: I love them so much
↳user2: couple goals for real
↳user1: exactly!
oscarpiastri: congratulations on four years!
↳yn: thanks osc!!
user3: I love how lowkey they are?
↳user4: seriously the best thing a famous couple could be is quietly in love
↳user5: yes!
↳user3: *side eyes certain couples* I completely agree
lando: 🧡🧡
↳yn: 💋💋
user6: …ok is it just me or was that very…underwhelming?
↳user7: no seriously??? She posted so many nice pictures and wrote poetry about him today and the most he's commented is 2 hearts???
user8: all men do is disappoint, honestly
user9: has anyone else seen ln4fans post?
↳user10: …how dare they??? yn has been by lando's side for YEARS…
ln4fan
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ln4fan: save my man! This is not his season and I do believe it's all yn's fault! He's had 3 dnfs and a dns in the last 6 races and it's only been the races that yn's been at. He really needs to dump the bad weight
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user11: wow
user12: I couldn't agree more!
user13: every single word you just said was wrong actually
user14: I've never seen anyone be so extremely wrong in my life really
user15: finally someone else is saying this!! I've BEEN saying it for years oh my god
↳user16: I don't know why you're celebrating? Lando and yn have been in love since before he started f1? Like he talks about their unspoken thing all the time
↳user17: be for real she's totally not fit to be a wag — she's never at the races, she's done nothing to support his brand…
↳user16: she has her own life? She doesn't need to revolve her life around his
↳user15: but a little more support to him wouldn't be too much to ask?
user18: I'm still stuck on the fact that Lando has had so much bad luck lately
↳user19: I went back to see which races she's been at and what lando finished and it's not great
↳user18: what really?
↳user19: he's never scored higher than 7th when yn is at a race — and that was only a single race, more commonly it was 9th or lower
↳not_lando: what?
↳user18: that's so crazy!
f1gossip
liked by user, user, user, and 1,823,813 others
f1gossip: Trouble in paradise? Fans spotted Lando Norris and long term girlfriend yn ln fighting after his disastrous qualifying today. Is this just a bump in the road or are certain rumors (that state that yn is Lando's bad luck charm) true?
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user20: Lando if you make my girl yn cry, I'm gonna make you fight
user21: dump her dump her dump her
↳user22: oh my god get a life
user23: I've been a Lando fan for pretty much his entire career and have watched them grow up together…I've never seen them act like that
↳user24: no my heart is literally breaking for them
user25: are we children of divorce right now?
↳user26: I think we might be
↳user25: 😭😭
user27: I need more information right now actually…
f1gossip
liked by user, user, user, and 1,922,111 others
f1gossip: Something must be in that Vegas air — mere hours after Lando and yn were spotted arguing, Alexandra Saint Mleux (Charles Leclerc's girlfriend) was seen storming through the Harry Reid International Airport. Is this the end of another one of the paddock's iconic relationship?
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user28: I don't know what's happening in Vegas but if it touches either of the lily's I'm hopping on a flight and fisting fighting them myself
↳user29: mood
user30: ok but we don't actually know if yn and lando are broken up!
↳user31: dude…they're totally broken up
↳user30: we don't know that yet! Let me have hope
user32: good! I never liked her
↳user33: just say you're jealous and get over yourself
user34: petition to ban Vegas forever? I can't take this anymore
↳user35: SIGNING RIGHT NOW
Private Messages: The Leclerc’s
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user36 responded noooooo this is the worst timeline
oscarpiastri responded did you guys really break up?
user37 responded what do you mean you broke up???
user38 responded FINALLY YOU DROPPED HER
alex_albon responded lily is yelling at me right now what do you mean you guys broke up?
user39 responded this is gonna be good for you
user40 responded girl I'm so sorry
lilymhe responded what happened?? The one race I actually miss
user41 responded omg he actually did it
carmenmmundt responded call me hun
user42 responded was it mutual??
Private Messages: Charles and yn
lasvegasgossip
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lasvegasgossip: word on the street is that a famous but heartbroken athlete got hitched last night…who could it be?
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user50: oh my god who's in Vegas this weekend?
↳user51: the raiders and the browns are in town
↳user52: so are the knights and the kraken
↳user53: and so is f1…
user54: so many teams in the city this weekend and yet it could be any athlete that's not playing too
↳user55: I'm more focused on the heartbroken part like who's recently been heartbroken??
↳user56: I mean Lando Norris and yn ln just broke up?
↳user57: there's like 5 recent breakups with the hockey teams it could be
↳user58: there's no one in the football teams that could be described as heartbroken?
↳user59: there was something weird happening with Charles Leclerc and Alexandra Saint Mleux?
↳user60: so it could literally be anyone?
user61: I'm placing money on lando
↳user62: he does seem like someone who would get spontaneously drunk married
↳user63: drunk?
↳user62: all marriages in Vegas are drunk
f1fan
liked by user, user, user, and 2,822,193 others
f1fan: in a shocking turn of events, Lando Norris finishes the 2024 season with a DNF, DNS, DSQ, and a rare DNQ respectively — what a massive disappointment this must be for the British driver that was the favorite underdog of the season
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user64: HA this is totally because he dumped his biggest support system like a loser
↳user65: harsh but I agree
user66: who do I need to fight?? Like what the hell was that
↳user67: that was KARMA and JUSTICE for yn!!
↳user68: JUSTICE FOR YN
user69: I just…what the fuck happened? He was literally catching up to max and then all that shit happened??
↳user70: she probably cursed him or something honestly
↳user71: seriously! Like did you see how she confirmed the breakup? He was all respectful and she…wasn't
↳user70: I still cringe when I think about it
user72: the whiplash I get between this post and charles'… good lord 😂
↳user73: Charles took all of his bad luck and dumped it on Lando!
↳user72: for real!
charles_leclerc
liked by maxverstappen1, scuderiaferrari, oscarpiastri, and 2,778,445 others
charles_leclerc: what an amazing end to the season — thank you to Ferrari and to my good luck charm. now it's time to rest and recharge for next year
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user74: hell yeah!
↳user75: you totally rocked it!
maxverstappen1: Congratulations Charles liked by charles_leclerc
↳user76: they still don't follow each other btw
user77: fricking amazing to watch this!
oscarpiastri: congrats!!
user78: good luck charm??? Who??
↳user79: it's not Alex is it?
↳user78: highly unlikely - it seems like they've broken up. they haven't been seen together since Vegas and while Alex has privated her instagram, the number of posts have gone way down
user80: calling it now! Charles is the one who got married in Vegas
↳user81: iconic if true!
user82: 4 wins right in a row? Sexiest thing I’ve ever seen
Private Messages: Charles and yn
charles_priv
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tagged: notyn
charles_priv: spending the winter break with my wife ♥️♥️
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notyn: the best winter break I've ever had
↳charles_priv: same chérie
madmax: when did you get married???
↳charles_priv: when I got drunk in Vegas
↳notyn: not gonna lie I don't remember anything about that night…
↳charles_priv: me either
↳madmax: hilarious but congrats
pierre: you've been married for months now and are just telling us???
↳charles_priv: …oops?
↳notyn: that's on Charles!
↳charles_priv: chérie!
↳pierre: oh you're perfect for one another
op81: awkward but congratulations
↳charles_priv: we would appreciate it if this news doesn't reach Lando
↳op81: yeah that's not going to be a problem, I don't even know who you people are
op81: but fyi he's hard key moping
↳notyn: he made his bed
arthur: it was great to get to know you! Might have to take your side if you get a divorce
↳charles_priv: Arthur!
↳arthur: only one of you 2 made me fresh baked cookies and it wasn't you
↳notyn: you're welcome arthur 💙
↳op81: wait cookies are in the table?
↳charles_priv: only for Leclerc's!
↳op81: you adopted me so I count! liked by notyn
↳notyn: he's got a point babe
f1gossip
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f1gossip: romance in the air? Charles Leclerc has been spotted with a new girlfriend in recent weeks — who might this mystery woman be?
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user83: don't worry guys it's just me
user84: who is she????
user85: that's so fast?
↳user86: really?
↳user85: it's only been a couple of months
↳user86: a lifetime for him honestly
↳user87: ummm rude??
↳user88: but fair I feel
user89: twitter detectives! Who is she?
↳user90: no idea yet! It's still too new
↳user89: but I need to know??
user91: I don't really care who she is because HE looks so happy with her
↳user92: he does! And I'm so happy for him
Private Messages: Charles and yn
charles_leclerc
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charles_leclerc: that mystery woman happens to be my wife, thank you
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user93: holy shit PLOT TWIST
↳user94: I honestly did NOT see this coming
↳user93: it definitely wasn't on my bingo card for the year
maxverstappen1: Congratulations again you guys
↳yn: thanks max!
user95: I'm loving this so much?? Like Lando really dumped her for being bad luck and then Charles is literally dominating this season liked by yn
↳user96: It's even better! He calls her his lucky charm
↳user95: I can see why!
landonorris: what the hell is this?!?
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yn: love you too babe! liked by charles_leclerc
user97: did you guys seriously get married in Vegas?
↳yn: we did!
↳user97: …and you're gonna stay married despite it starting in Vegas?
↳yn: well something good had to come from our broken hearts liked by charles_leclerc
↳charles_leclerc: despite the beginning, you are the best thing that's ever happened to me liked by yn
f1
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tagged: charles_leclerc
f1: This weekend decides it all! Should Charles Leclerc score a single point this weekend, he becomes the 2025 World Drivers Champion — will this be the year the Monégasque driver takes home the championship? Or will Max Verstappen become a 5x champion?
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user98: Charles! Charles! Charles
↳user99: Leclerc! Leclerc! Leclerc!
user100: we're all rooting for you Charles!
yn: it'll be my husband for sure
↳user101: alright there Mrs Leclerc, flexing on us
↳yn: 😂😂
user102: I'm so sat right now
↳user103: BIG SAME
↳user104: it's gonna happen for sure!
charles_leclerc
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tagged: yn
charles_leclerc: I got to marry my lucky charm all over again
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summary: You start soft launching your boyfriend but he looks a little too much like his best friend and people get the wrong idea..
requested: no
a/n: I don’t like how this turned out but whatever
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ynpiastri
liked by oscarpiastri, lilyzhneimer, lando and 820k others
ynpiastri days on the road ☀️🫂 🏎️
oscarpiastri tell him to answer my texts, will you?
ynpiastri he was playing with the other idiot, I’ll tell him
oscarpiastri thanks
user other idiot?
user that looks like lando
lilyzhneimer 🥰🥰
*liked by author*
user she’s so effortlessly beautiful
user Oh to be a nepo sister 😔
user is that lando?
oscarpiastri hold on, why are you wearing lando’s merch and not mine??
oscarpiastri don’t ignore me
oscarpiastri yn piastri.
user im crying, not yn ignoring him
user are her and lando a thing?
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lando
liked by maxfewtrell, oscarpiastri,yn and 928k others
lando silverstoneeeee 💚
ynpiastri damn who’s that girl in the last pic
ynpiastri the better piastri here btw
oscarpiastri ???
ynpiastri 😁😁
oscarpiastri oh now you can answer?
oscarpiastri hello??
oscarpiastri tell her to answer her phone
lando she said, and I quote “Fuck off”
user lando posting oscar’s sister???
user lando and yn are so together
user new wagggg
mclaren home race is always the best 🇬🇧 👏👏
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f1gossip
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f1gossip Oh? Either the F1 broadcast got something wrong or we got a new wag on our hands 👀
user with her reaction? Idk
user here looking at max like : 🤨😨
user rivalry is gonna be fire
user her reaction was like mine 💀😂
user well, the broadcast also called lando’s grandparents, oscar’s grandparents so..
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f1gossip
f1gossip After Oscars sister sparked rumours with her brothers teammate, she was seen at a quadrant event and later spotted with lando around monaco 👀🫢
user ohhhh
user wait..
user so prettyyyy
user what does oscar think about this?
user hear me out, her and max
user yeah sure
user let’s get you back to bed grandma, he could never pull her lol
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ynpiastri
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ynpiastri recently 🧸💌🍸
user stop soft launching and just tell us 🌝
ynpiastri mhhh, no
user ughhhh
alexandrasaintmleux 😍😍
ynpiastri leave charles, I can treat you better
alexandrasaintmleux packing my bags as we speak hehe 🏃♀️🏃♀️
charlesleclerc im not even gonna fight this anymore
ynpiastri smart man
lando that’s my braaaaand
ynpiastri yesssss
user that black dress 🤌🤌
hattiepiastri ❤️❤️
*liked by author*
oscarpiastri is he fighting demons?
maxfewtrell no, he was loosing against your sister
oscarpiastri so he was fighting a demon
ynpiastri wow 😒
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hattiepiastri
liked by ynpiastri, oscarpiastri, lando and 72k others
hattiepiastri 🇬🇧 and little getaway w my lil shadow
ynpiastri admit it, you love me clinging to you
hattiepiastri 👀👀
ynpiastri I knew it
oscarpiastri I see which sister likes me and which doesn’t
lilyzhneimer 😂😂
user landoooo
user are we sure that’s lando?
user need them to make their paddock debut
lando what was he looking at?👀
hattiepiastri yn and her boyfriend. He does not like it 😂
lando oh well 😂
user 100% lando
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maxfewtrell
liked by lando, nicolepiastri, oscarpiastri and 829k others
maxfewtrell wrong one, sorry folks
lando you jealous muppet 😂
maxfewtrell shut up
ynpiastri love youuuu ❤️
maxfewtrell ❤️❤️
user damn
user they look too much alike, oh my
user I knew it wasn’t lando 💀
alexalbon hold up, so you soft launched max?? @/ynpiastri
ynpiastri yep
alexalbon damn
logansargent 😟😟
user that was unexpected
lilyzneimer babyyyyssss
ynpiastri 🩷🩷🩷
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nicholas_1.2.3 celebrating my love’s life anniversary in happiest place on earth🐭❤️! #lovemyfamily
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friend1 using emojis to cover zygote’s face bfr you have 200 followers
↳ nicholas_1.2.3 better safe than sorry got to do it for my baby😗
friend2 zygote so big!!!! omfg🥺🥺🥺
friend3 i love a happy marriage #lavender
↳ nicholas_1.2.3 my wife and I the happiest🥰🥰
lando congrats on such a cute family!🙏
↳ nicholas_1.2.3 thanks!
“Babe!” Cathy giggled when she was thrown on top of you by Nicholas who seemed close to a break down with his phone in the brightest setting.
“Why are you tossing my baby this early?” you helped your daughter under the covers with you, nesting her in your chest.
“Certain person followed me, liked my posts and even commented” Nick enumerated with his phone moving around in his hand “Certain person whose face is somewhere in this room”
You looked where he was pointing with his eyes and opened your eyes the biggest to next snatch the phone from his hands, he was pointing at Cathy with literal Lando’s face.
“Why is he doing all this foolery?” you asked with watery eyes and your heart sinking into your chest, you were confused and scared.
Catherine was born 5 years ago as you ran away when Lando signed in 2021 just 2 years from his debut, people knew you because you were the girlfriend of the rookie star, his high school sweetheart; the ex girlfriend that vanished from the public eye unlike Charlotte or Isa, because you were ordinary at the end of the day.
Your family had generational wealth but you wanted to be your own person so you allowed them to pay for your college tuition and then became separated to search for a job, you didn’t post about your business or promote it while showing up with Lando.
“Y/n” Nicholas was at the door frame, signaling you to go out of bed to the living room and you saw Cathy fast asleep again.
“We can block him and pretend he doesn’t exist…” your friend started “But Cathy looks more and more like him, literally the same smile and eyes” he talked softly while your mind ran wild with ideas.
You rewinded the time back to 5 years ago.
“I have something to tell you too babe” Lando had sparkles in his eyes, you were there when he signed for the team he looked the same and you knew why “You go first my darling dear”
Lando was acquiring more than just a few races, he was becoming a significant driver and with that, less time available and more stress. You took the test yesterday but he wasn’t with you because he was training, you couldn’t bear it.
“I want to break up” you couldn’t look at him but still the tension and confusion that installed onto him was evident “I don’t want to be with you anymore, doesn’t feel the same way”
You looked at him, he looked like he was physically punched in the stomach, out of breath and hurt “What…why? Baby please don’t…”
You swallowed your tears, you already knew about the contract and how hard it was to sign one of those so you didn’t want him to miss the chance “Please don’t try to change my mind, I leave to London tomorrow first thing in the morning”
Leaving his new apartment was the hardest, mostly because you could hear him sobbing and begging under his breath, but never turned back.
“What am I supposed to tell him?” you asked with teary eyes “Hey this is Cathy and she is your daughter, remember that time I left you in Monaco well it was because I was pregnant and didn’t want to be a burden” the sarcasm made Nick roll his eyes.
“You know there’s a competition next week, it’s obvious Flo is going to be there and as I assume Flo told him she saw you, he is going to be there too” Nick calmly explained, you sighed at the stupid idea.
“Of course not” you rolled your eyes now “He is a multimillionaire f1 driver, I bet he has better things to do than attend an amateur equestrian competition”
“He literally dug for my instagram, is liking and commenting, of course he is coming to this competition” Nick said walking to the kitchen “He is yearning to see you and you need to figure what the hell to do”
Fast forward was saturday, your daughter sang tried to sing Octopus’s Garden by The Beatles in Nicholas’s arms dueting her time to time while you carried her pink backpack with her gear.
“Okay babe, you need to calm down” Nick talked briefly to you while Cathy did the guitar solo vocally “You look like you’re being chased, so far there is no trace of them so maybe they aren’t coming”.
“Flo hurry up!” Lando pulled the cap lower on his face, the least he wanted was attention and that leading to notify you with his presence.
When Flo announced in the group chat there was another competition he didn’t even thought about it and asked to board his jet back home, Lando wanted to see you even for a moment and from afar.
“I’m hurrying!” Flo and Cisca caught up with Lando’s anxious steps and glares, he was almost running to the lounge to finally have a seat in peace.
“The first category is 70cm high!” the comentarist announced when Flo threw her backpack at Lando’s side and Cisca sat at his side.
“The first horseman is…Catherine Y/L/N!” if he didn’t trained that much Lando was sure he could have felt the whiplash in his neck from lifting his head so fast, unconsciously walking to the barricade.
“What? She have a daughter?” Cisca ask surprised to Flo who seemed in the same state, but never overpassing Lando.
He looked at the little girl jumping fearlessly, you holding onto Nick’s arm nervously and Nick paying attention and making anxious gestures; all with glossy eyes and a defeated expression.
He knew about the little girl from Nick’s post but watching it in person was a total different experience, the confirmation of you being gone, of you having a family but not as it was planned with him, or so he thought.
“Oh god!” you sighed when Cathy saluted goodbye and finally dropped your head forward, resting your forehead in the wood of the fence feeling all the tension leaving your body.
“I don’t mean to alarm you, but Lando is here” Nick whispered close to you and before you could lift your head up he talked again “And looking so miserable is sad, like he got stolen the greatest treasure ever”
You looked up and saw him across the track, with eyes that reflected sadness and loss not even paying attention to your eyes on him.
“Uncle Nick!” Cathy appeared taking you out of your mind, Nick kneel down to pick her up, the helmet wobbly in her head “I might get a prize! I did the least time till now” mind you she was the first to participate.
“You did so good my dear niece” Nick talked like in the 1800s making Cathy giggle and you congratulated her as well, kissing her forehead and hugging her over Nick’s hands.
You tried to peak back but Lando was gone, both sighed again but closer this time.
OMGOSH HI okay awesome TYSM!! I kinda have two versions you can edit or change up bc I suck at deciding and didn't think this through! V1 is that reader travels out to surprise Carson after he finishes a race (Clash or Daytona) with a gift of choice or maybe just showing up after not being able to see each other for a while (a "late" birthday gift). V2 is that reader is also a driver (maybe w/ Spire too) and during production day, does an early birthday surprise with the whole team for him!
+ hello, can i request a carson hocevar story where you witness and celebrate a big win with him (something like a cup championship or the Daytona 500). thank you :)
-Anon
I Knew You Could (Carson Hocevar X Driver! Reader)
Fandom: RPF/NASCAR
Requested: Clearly (hehe threw this together less than 5 hours ago, also did a variation of version 2 <3)
Warnings: Use of Y/n (1 time)
POV: Second Person (You/your/They/them)
W.C. 1397
Summary: I paid off an Etsy witch, so you would win this year!
~~(^Pinterest)
January 28…what was special about this day?
Your boyfriend’s birthday, obviously.
One thing that Carson never really cared about was going out to celebrate his birthday. He was more of a chill at home and relax type of birthday celebrator, while you always tried your best to get him to go out. This year, you guys were asked to come in for some “teammate bonding,” as Heather called it. Also, as if she didn't know you two were already in a committed relationship before either of you got to the Cup series, but okay.
“Hello everybody, and welcome to the Spire Motorsports YouTube channel,” Carson said from his chair in the most unamused voice possible.
“It’s his birthday,” You said in the same tone as you blew a cheap party horn, which immediately popped and fell to the floor. Still, neither of you broke character. “As you can tell, I planned him a super cool, ultra exciting, one-of-a-kind party to celebrate his old age.”
“You’re barely younger than me,” He scoffed, breaking a little.
“Shush,” You snapped, putting a hand on his head and making him look back at the camera. “I have invited the whole team to give you some well wishes, but they didn’t care enough to come out here, so they wrote it down, and I’m going to read it to you.”
You pulled out a stack of index cards and cleared your throat.
“Happy birthday, Carson. Please remember to submit all birthday-related expenses within 30 days.”
“Does that mean I can buy another car off Marketplace?” Carson piped up, looking at the team rather than you.
“I don’t think we have the budget for that,” You answered instead, flipping to the next card. “I hope this is your year. Not sure for what. Just…a year, I guess.”
“Not even a win? Rude.”
“That actually reminds me,” Your eyes lit up with remembrance, “I paid off an Etsy witch, so you would win this year!”
“I’m sorry,” He coughed as Heather and a few crew stifled back laughter. “You what?”
“Do you need hearing aids in your old age?” You scrunched up your face, glancing at the camera briefly before looking back over to Carson, annunciating, “I. Said. I. Paid. Off. An. Etsy. Witch. For. You. You should be grateful.”
“What is an Etsy witch?”
“You don’t sound very grateful,” You said, waving a finger at him. “You see when you win the Daytona 500 and the championship. You’ll see.”
By the time Daytona came around, Carson honestly forgot. How could he have remembered that when, in the last 10 laps of the 500, it was like the seas parted completely, and he went on to win his first Cup series race. Definitely a fluke, right?
Well, then the 600 comes around. Flashbacks of 2025 rolled through his mind as he led the way during the final stage. Every little lag in the engine, every slight oversteer or understeer moment, every little piece that felt even slightly off, he did not want to blow an engine again.
And he didn’t! He sailed on to take the second win of his career, and it was the Coca-Cola 600!
Two weeks later, he was in front of his home crowd. Michigan International Speedway was always one of his favorite tracks, and it wasn’t just because it was his home track. He was genuinely good at it, so when he put it on pole, he was ecstatic.
Then he won it, and he was sure he was going to cry.
The next win came at Chicagoland, which was crazy because he’d only ever run that on simulators. He’d watched the Kyle Larson and Kyle Busch fight at Chicagoland so many times, it felt weird to also say he’s won it.
That week, you went home before you had to be in Georgia. One night, you decided to challenge him to a game of Mario Kart while iRacing was down.
“Y/n, drop the Etsy witch. She’s legit,” Carson read from chat, and he immediately remembered your birthday present to him.
“Holy shit,” He gasped, looking over at you, “All of this is because of the fucking witch.”
“If that’s what you think, sure,” You chuckled, picking your character with a shrug.
Carson honestly started overthinking all of his wins. Did this all happen only because you bought it from a witch? Surely not. It’s his third year, and he’s been getting better! His face must’ve shown something because you immediately set your controller to the side and grabbed his face in your hands.
“If it’ll make you feel better, I can tell her to stop,” You offered, “It was a birthday present, and I was hoping you’d appreciate it.”
“I do, but I need to know I can do this without some stupid witch willing it into existence.”
So, by the time Carson was kissing the bricks at the next race, nearly two weeks later, he was fully confident it was his own skills making him win.
Now, it’s Homstead. Yes, it came down to the last race in the chase format because he did have a bad string at the start, but he bounced back by winning in Bristol, Charlotte, and Phoenix. Still, Denny, and all of his experience, was right in front of Carson the whole race.
However, Carson saw a path. You were also right in front of him, and he watched you pull into the outside lane, all by yourself. He jumped behind you, and quickly, the outside garnered more cars and speed than Denny on the inside.
“The No. 71 said they’d let you pass for the win,” Luke said over the radio.
“Tell them to keep it. If I earn it, I’ll get it, but don’t go easy on me for it,” He responded quickly.
“They’re not in for the championship, it doesn’t matter,” Luke tried to reason.
“It matters to me! I’ll win fair and square, but as long as I’m in front of Denny, it doesn’t matter where I finish,” Carson snapped back. “If it comes down to it, we can swap, but the 71 deserves to win too.”
“You’re lovesick,” Luke chuckled before going off, probably to relay it to your crew chief.
“Tell him I won’t make it easy for him,” You smirked, despite no one being able to see in your helmet as you fiercely fought for your first win.
When it came down to it, you took the checkered flag inches ahead of Carson Hocevar, your boyfriend, and the 2026 NASCAR Cup Series Champion!
“You did it!” You screamed, jumping into his arms. You snuck away from your car in victory lane to surprise him at the finish line. “You’re officially a champion! I’m so proud of you!”
“And you got your first win!” He cheered, lifting you up as the cameras went off around you. “I’m so proud of you, too.”
“I knew you could do it,” You whispered before he set you back on the ground.
“Well, it helped that you basically had a witch curse me for half the season,” He said, rolling his eyes and dropping his arms to loosely wrap around your waist.
“Oh, I never did that.” You said it so simply, and you felt Carson tense up as his jaw dropped.
“What?”
“I never did the Etsy witch thing,” You clarified with a smile. “That was a bit for the video. Everyone knows Etsy witches don’t work, but at least it gave you some confidence, right?”
“You’re saying this whole time I actually knew what I was doing?” He asked, still with his mouth wide open in shock. “You’re kidding me.”
“At least you earned it fair and square,” You shrugged before planting a quick kiss to his cheek and pulling his arms off of you. “Anyways, I’ll meet you back at the trailer after my celebration, and we’ll do something.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. What do champions and race winners do?”
“Party? I don’t like the sound of that,” He hesitated before, and you could see it happen, a lightbulb went off in his head, “Wait, if you didn’t get an Etsy witch, does that mean you didn’t get me anything for my birthday?”
“Oh shit, you realized that, huh?” You said with an awkward smile. “Uh...your next Marketplace find is on me?”
could i get a carson hocevar story with fluff, maybe like a day off with him or a race day with him
Roll the Dice (Carson Hocevar X Reader)
Fandom: RPF/NASCAR
Requested: Clearly (not race-related, but def fluff (i have a lot of carson stuff on the way trust))
Warnings: spontaneous marriage? Song: Married in Vegas by the Vamps (this is like the third story I've done with this song lol)
POV: Second Person (You/your)
W.C. 1131
Summary: Cash out, cards down, you'll roll the dice.
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
~~(^Pinterest)
Nothing captured the energy quite like a night race, but dang, Formula 1 was a lot more boring to watch in person than you were expecting.
Since Carson was an affiliate for Cadillac, he and the rest of Spire, and by association, their plus ones, were invited to attend the Las Vegas Grand Prix this year to meet the drivers. They weren’t officially on the grid yet, but most of the team that had already been decided was in attendance.
You were perched in the paddock club, watching the action almost exclusively from the screen since cars passed by every few minutes. You were also on a straight, so it’s not like you saw them for long, even when they did pass.
Thankfully, the club had some cards and stuff, so you roped Carson into playing a couple of card games with you. Cans, speed, bullshit, go fish, and at one point, you even tried to make him play solitaire, even though neither of you knew how to play.
That’s when you switched over to dice. 10,000, shut the box, Yahtzee, and then you started your own version of craps.
Instead of betting on the outcome, you would call a number and an action. If it was rolled, the other had to do the task.
“Roll for getting me a new drink,” you chucked, shaking the cup a couple of times before flipping it over, keeping your hand on top. “5.” You lifted the cup, and it was a four.
“Dang, so close,” Carson teased, taking the die and shaking it in the cup. “Roll for let me buy another car while we’re here, 3!”
“It’s your money, I don’t really care,” you shook your head as he lifted the cup, and it was a six. His face dropped, and you snapped your fingers and sarcastically said, “Oh, shucks! No more random marketplace cars for you. How sad.”
“You guys need to up the stakes,” Justin interrupted. “You’re in Vegas, for god’s sake. Go big or go home.”
“Fine, roll a 2, and you have to buy me a marketplace car of my choosing,” you emphasized your words as you quickly slammed the cup down and lifted it slowly, revealing a two. “Oh! No way!”
“You’re kidding me!” Carson exclaimed in disbelief
“I get my own Dale truck or something now!”
“Roll for moving to Portage permanently,” He smirked
“That would be really inconvenient,” You noted, but thankfully, it didn’t roll.
“Damn, I just miss my couch,” He sighed, pushing the cup and dice over to you.
“Then we bring it to Charlotte? It’s not that hard.”
“But then we wouldn’t have one in Portage,” he pouted as he crossed his arms.
“Then we buy another! It’s not like we don’t buy new cars every other week. We can buy another couch. Anyways, roll for a vacation to Italy.”
“That would be fun even if it doesn’t roll,” he added, and unfortunately, it didn't roll. “Dang, well, we still have a long off-season. Maybe we still do it.”
“Taking notes, I see you, Hocevar,” you smirked, passing the cup and dice.
“Roll for a new sim rig.”
“I kid you not, you have six at this point.”
“I’m running out of things to roll for!” He shouted, lifting the cup, and sure enough, he didn’t roll it.
“Fine, roll for getting married tonight in Vegas,” you said, and it felt like time slowed for a second as you watched Carson’s face slowly smirk as he registered what you said.
“Woah, that’s a step,” he chuckled nervously. “What’s the number?”
“I feel like we should both pick this one,” you said, looking to him, and you both were already on the same page.
“One.” It was in sync, but you still hesitated to shake the cup. You wanted to get married, you both did, but this wasn’t the exact way you imagined it happening.
“Roll the dice,” Carson dragged out before covering his eyes. “I can’t take the suspense!”
You slammed the cup down on the table before slowly picking it up.
“Well, I’ll be damned,” Justin muttered, looking over your shoulder at the dice.
“What is it?” Carson asked, still not peeking through his hands.
“One,” you breathed out, looking at him as he immediately dropped his hands to look at it with his own eyes.
“My parents are going to kill me,” Carson muttered, but still, less than an hour later, you were standing in a chapel with an Elvis Presley impersonator. You wished you could say this was the stupidest thing you’ve done, but alas, there’s been worse.
You two stood in the registrar after signing your official marriage certificate. Justin was there as a witness to both the ceremony and the signing. Thankfully, he had taken the liberty of taking all of the pictures, videos, and played both best man and man of honor.
“Did we actually do that?” You sighed as you collapsed on the hotel bed, staring up at the ceiling as Carson loosened his tie. “Like this doesn’t feel real. Mr. and Mx. Hocevar don’t sound real to me yet.”
“Probably won’t for a while,” He chuckled, lying down next to you and pulling you into his chest. “I like the sound of it, Mx. Hocevar.”
“Oh, I love it,” You replied quickly as your hands came up to undo some of the buttons on his shirt. “I’m just saying it’ll take some getting used to on my end. You’ve always been Mr. Hocevar.”
“Oh, please. Mr. Hocevar is my dad,” he scoffed, causing your hands to freeze.
“Do not ever bring your dad into a conversation when I am in the process of taking your shirt off.”
“Noted, but what if I do this?” He said before flipping you, so he rested on his forearms above you.
“You are so lucky you look nothing like your father.”
~~
Pulling up to Carson’s family home for the holidays was not something you expected to be as big as it was. Carson hadn’t even put the car in park before his mom was running out with a shocked look on her face.
“Are we really that early?” You asked Carson as you slowly undid your seatbelt. ”I know the GPS said 5:40, but it’s still 5:26. We said Tuesday evening, or am I missing something here?”
“When were you going to tell us you got married?” She shouted through the window, holding up a picture that someone had taken. Your head slowly turned to Carson with your jaw dropped.
“You didn’t tell your family?” You gasped, side-eyeing him, “Are you crazy?”
“I forgot!” He defended, putting his hands up. “I got caught up in the honeymoon phase!”
you know that vlog with carson hocevar and the girl telling him she gave him her number? what if his girlfriend or something was there?
My Phone Broke (Carson Hocevar X Fem! Reader)
Fandom: RPF/NASCAR
Requested: Clearly (god that was so funny)
Warnings: established relationship (ahhh commitment!)
POV: Second Person (you/your/She/her)
W.C. 1148
Summary: “I gave you my number in Talladega! You never called me!” “She was pretty, the one who gave you her number in Dega?” "Oh…"
~~(^I took it!)
Four races in four nights was ambitious to be for real, but not out of the realm of possibility for Carson. The first time he told you that, you laughed, but knew the duel wasn’t a real race, and he genuinely loved running in the truck series. O'Reilly's was just a fun addition.
And at least it was Daytona. Daytona was arguably one of the funnest race tracks on the calendar, so if you were going to spend over a week at a single track, at least it was a good one.
Plus, Carson told you that he wanted to do a vlog on the 96 house. You were originally going to film it for him, as you did for most of his videos anyway, but then, NASCAR wanted to collab on it. You let them take over, opting to just enjoy the race weekend with him instead.
It’s Thursday. The day of the duels. It was already a long day. You had to fly in earlier this morning after having to pick the Dale truck up from the mechanics while Carson headed out to Daytona. He picked you up this morning, and you dropped your stuff off in the hauler before heading out to deal with some logistics.
“I gave you my number in Talladega! You never called me!” A fan right next to you shouted, and Carson snapped his head around to look at her. You knew him enough to know the smile he sent her was purely media-trained, but it wasn’t like she’d know any different.
“My phone broke,” Carson quipped, laughing to himself as he reached back for your hand. You shook your head in confusion for a second before running to catch up and take his hand. You quickly glanced at his side profile as you walked all the way to his hauler to start getting ready for the duel.
“She was pretty,” You quipped, glancing over at him from the kitchenette as you made a quick snack before the duels. Carson just walked out to the common areas after taking a shower and changing into his fireproofs and race suit. He took a seat on the counter next to you and tilted his head at you in confusion. “The girl, the one who gave you her number in Dega?”
“Oh,” he muttered, scrunching up his nose, “You're prettier.”
“She looked more like your type,” You shrugged as you flipped the grilled cheese in the pan. He somehow looked more confused. You rolled your eyes, “Don’t play dumb. She looked just like your last three girlfriends.”
“I’m not playing dumb, and I don’t think she did,” Carson responded, gently kicking your side before you moved past him to grab a plate. “You’re literally my type.”
“Are you saying I look like her?” You gasped, hitting him with the spatula after you put the grilled cheese on the plate. He grabbed the spatula away from you as you grabbed a knife instead
“Woah! I didn't even get a good look at her! No need to kill me over it!” He shouted, putting his hands up, despite you clearly only using the knife to cut the sandwich in two. You tossed the knife into the sink and held out the plate to him. He let out an exaggerated sigh as he took one of them. “I’m just saying you are my type.”
“I guess we have the same-“ You started before you were silenced by him tossing his sandwich back on the plate.
“My type is my girlfriend. Stop trying to make something out of this,” He sighed as he caged you in between his legs, grabbing your face in the process. “My type has always been you. And if we’re being honest, it would’ve blown up if I said no.”
“What? How?” You asked as you scrunched up your nose in confusion.
“She’s one of the sponsors’ daughters,” he said dismissively. “If I’d said no or anything along those lines in Talladega, the team would be pissed.”
“Do you still have it?” You breathed out after a few seconds of silence. Now, it was Carson’s turn to be confused, so you clarified, “Her number.”
“I doubt it,” He said, shaking his head. “She wrote it on a cheap napkin. I think it disintegrated from my walk between getting it and the trailer.”
“Damn,” You muttered as you dropped your head. Carson moved one of his hands to your chin to slowly lift your gaze to meet his.
“Why would that matter? Is this a test?”
“No, no test,” you responded simply, “just thought I could’ve had some fun showing her who you come home to.”
“You’re evil,” he chuckled, pulling you in and leaning down to kiss your lips.
“No, I’m jealous but can also admit it,” You whispered against his lips before moving over to his neck. He halfheartedly pushed you away, but honestly, he wasn’t going to stop you from leaving a visible trail down the side of his neck. You pulled back with a particularly hard bite just above his collarbone to admire your work. “Let’s see how she feels about that.”
“The team is going to hate you,” he chuckled, brushing a finger over your, slightly swollen, lips. “You know that, right?”
“All comments and complaints can be directed to 1-800-Kiss-My-Ass,” You said, rolling your eyes, causing Carson to bark out a laugh. “God forbid a girl wants to show some affection to her boyfriend, geez.”
“I’m not standing in your way,” he defended as he slid off the counter and swapped places with you, lifting you to sit on the counter instead. He ran his hands up your thighs to rest on your hips as you locked your ankles around his torso. You loosely rested your arms on his shoulders and twirled the hairs at the nape of his neck around your fingers. “Actually, it’s a little off balance, don’t you think?”
“You’re serious?” You scoffed with a smile. His only response was a shrug as he stepped impossibly closer and exposed the unmarked side of his neck to you. All you did was place a single kiss under his jaw before pulling back, him pouting at you. “I need you to have at least one clear side, so your social media team has some clear angles.”
“You’re no fun,” He grumbled as someone knocked on the hauler door.
“You can always call Miss Talladega and see where that takes you,” You quipped, jumping down and heading towards the door after grabbing your headset. “Come on, you’re gonna be late.”
“I can be a little late,” He joked, but still followed you toward the door anyway.
“I think NASCAR would have another bone to pick with you if you just didn’t show up,” You laughed, grabbing his hand and dragging him out the door.
